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The White Goddess, the Holy Grail & the Heart of Valencia

10/8/2023

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The White Goddess, the Holy Grail & the Heart of Valencia

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VALENCIA THE WHITE GODDESS & THE HOLY GRAIL

For a while now I have been trying to diagnose the magical synthesis of Valencia, its abiding Deities and its hidden pagan past.

I have noticed there to be a certain quality of feeling here in Valencia that is very particular to the place and the way it interacts with its populace.

Many people come here with various preconceived ideas and touristic notions of what their life will be like when they arrive, only to find themselves going through intense transformative experiences that literally turn their life upside down. It eventually ends with them leaving in deep disappointment, or staying with a total realignment and rebirth of purpose.

This certain quality of transformative landscape is very familiar to me and I have encountered it at various locations in my life whether it be Sedona Arizona, Taos New Mexico or Glastonbury England. It is as if these places, beyond being interesting places to live, are initiatory centers, catalysts for transformation and power points upon the earth.

The polarities of these places are generally either electric / masculine in nature, or feminine and magnetic, both are extremely transmutive but in very different ways. 
The electric masculine polarity activates initiation into the upper world and the magnetic feminine, down deep into the underworld.

I now understand that Valencia is the later, the magnetic feminine. Of course once understood it appears as blatantly obvious and almost laughable that this visionary understanding has taken so long to realize. Even though Valencia is in Spain and the sun {Masculine Principle} shines brightly most of the year here, there is, nonetheless, a decidedly inward gaze and overtly tranquil energy that lays like a warm blanket across the entire city.

​The entire landscape, the iconography and especially its ancient past has led me to realize that this is a province and City dedicated to The White Goddess {The Triple Faced Goddess} herself and her magnetic healing principle abides in every aspect of the city's character.
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​The White Goddess

This concept originated from the book "The White Goddess: A Historical Grammar of Poetic Myth" by Robert Graves, a British poet and novelist. Published in 1948, the book explores the idea of a universal goddess figure and delves into the mythology, history, and symbolism associated with her.

According to Graves, the White Goddess represents an ancient, primal deity associated with femininity, nature, death, rebirth and fertility. She is depicted as a powerful, enigmatic figure, embodying beauty, wisdom, and most importantly the Muse of creative inspiration. She is deeply associated with the Moon's magnetic tides and can be as severe and punishing as she is benevolent.

Various mythologies, poetry, and folklore illustrate the influence of the White Goddess archetype throughout history. In his book Graves explores the connection between poetry and the worship of the White Goddess, proposing that the inspiration and creative energy behind poetic expression itself stems from devotion to this divine feminine force.

Ultimately, she represents an intricate and multifaceted concept that blends mythology, history, and poetic inspiration into a unified vision of a primal, powerful feminine essence.

The White Goddess is often depicted as a triple deity, representing three aspects of femininity: maiden, mother, and crone. These aspects symbolize the phases of life, the cycles of nature, and the various stages of creative inspiration.

As stated earlier she is deeply associated with the moon, which represents her connection to death, rebirth and fertility, the cyclical tides of renewal, and the intuitive and emotional aspects of human nature. 

She is seen as the muse of poets, artists, and creators, inspiring and guiding their work. She is associated with poetic inspiration and the power of language to evoke emotive trance states and transcendent experiences. This kind of poetry acts as a spell casting invocation to her overwhelming and formidable presence.

Often she is linked to the idea of the sacred marriage, whereby a mortal man seeks union with the divine feminine, symbolizing the pursuit of spiritual and artistic embodiment that is deeply honoring to the natural world, embodying its wild untamed aspects that represent the primal forces of life and creation.

She is constantly fluid like the oceans and rivers she rules over, bringing visionary inspiration and poetic trance, or when unbalanced and disruptive, madness and lunacy. She is a timeless presence that pervades not only the ancient past but synchronizes through time and space into various culturally contextual forms, allowing her presence to be felt through the various iconic masks that she hides behind.

Even though Grave's actual connection and inspiration was envisioned and curated in Deia, Mallorca, the White Goddess of whom he speaks is universal and not just situated to the Balearic Islands. He did however spend some time In the late 1920s in Valencia and became enamored with the city. He found it to be an attractive and vibrant place, and its rich history and culture inspired him. During this time, he met and married his second wife, Beryl Hodge, who stayed loyal to Graves poetic vision despite the many Muses that always surrounded him.

​Once this connection has been realized the many and varied carved white goddess statues that are scattered throughout the city become extremely noticeable, as if Graves's passing presence ignited the realization of her eminence and remembrance within the city itself.
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​The Ancient Past

Originally there was a Roman temple on the site where the Valencia Cathedral now stands. The original temple was dedicated to the goddess Diana, herself considered a patroness of the Moon, also in the same roman ruins is the Micalet Well and the Healing Sanctuary of Asklepios and his daughters.  It was a common practice for early Christians to repurpose existing religious sites for their own use, upon which the Cathedral now stands.

The temple dedicated to Diana has left some remnants and archaeological traces can be seen in the cathedral's subsoil. In recent years, excavations and restoration work have revealed the remains of the Roman temple, providing insights into the city's ancient past. 

The Micalet Well is an ancient archaeological site that was discovered during restoration work done in the late 20th century. It is an ancient well, a mythological gateway to the Underworld, the Divine Feminine and her healing powers.

Among the archaeological findings is The Healing Sanctuary of Asklepios and his daughters, the Asclepiades. Asclepios is a hero and god of medicine in ancient Greek / Roman religion and mythology. Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts and his daughters, the "Asclepiades", are: Hygieia (Health, Healthiness, Hygiene), Iaso (Recovering, recuperation}, Aceso (Goddess of the healing process), Aegle (Goddess of good health) and Panacea (the goddess of universal remedy). He shared with Apollo the epithet Paean meaning "the Healer". The rod of Asclepius, was a snake-entwined staff, (similar to the caduceus) which remains a symbol of medicine to this day.

The cult of Asclepius & his daughters became extremely popular and pilgrims flocked to the healing temple to be cured of their ills. Ritual purification would be followed by offerings and sacrifices, the supplicant would then spend the night in the holiest part of the sanctuary– the Abaton. 

Dreams and visions would be reported to a priest/priestess who would prescribe the appropriate therapy by a process of divinatory interpretation.  Sacred dogs , and/or, goats were enrolled to lick the wounds of sick petitioners. Also a particular type of non-venomous snake was often used in healing rituals, and these snakes— the Aesculapius Snakes— slithered around freely on the floor in dormitories where the sick and injured slept. These snakes were introduced at the founding of each new temple of Asclepius throughout the classical world. The snake itself considered a transmutative force linked with the Underworld.

There was also an open pond or lacus for ritual abulations. Abulation is a ritual purification of some parts of the body before religious acts. The location of the Sanctuary was due to the existence of the well and its water source, hence its relationship with the cult of Asclepius.

All of this links itself throughout time and history to a mythological connection with the Underworld forces inherent within these ancient healing practices and the Healing waters, totems and spirits associated with them. It is this abiding healing spiritual force within Valencia’s history that has echoed throughout time, disguised in various cultural iconic forms.

To the end of the 1st century AD, the perimeter was enlarged and two fountains were built, of which now only one remains. In the beginnings of Christianity, this pool was used as a baptismal for religious practices.

During the Visigothic period it continued to be utilized, more or less maintaining its general structure between the 5th and 7th centuries. It was not until the beginning of the 11th century, in the Islamic period, that the pool was covered, and a large waterwheel was built next to the well. 

As you can see throughout the centuries a reoccurring link has been formulated at the heart of Valencia. Whereby an inescapable, reemerging pattern linked to an ancient Well, its healing waters and baths, its varied icons and baptismals, pass all the way through to the modern age - to possibly its most famous incarnation, that of the Holy Grail.

​The cathedral itself now stands as a testament to the historical and cultural layers that have shaped the city of Valencia over the centuries and proof of the constant resurgence of the White Goddess herself cloaked in her many varied cultural forms.
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​The Holy Grail and the Heart of Valencia

The Holy Grail as a religious artifact is associated with the Last Supper of Christ. It refers to the cup or chalice that Jesus used during the last supper and which later held his blood during the crucifixion. 

The Holy Grail has a rich history and has been the subject of various legends and stories, with many places claiming heritage to this sacred relic, including Valencia.
The Holy Chalice in Valencia is also known as the Santo Cáliz and believed by many to be the true Holy Grail. According to the tradition, it was brought to Spain by Saint Peter and remained in Jerusalem until the 4th century when it was taken to Rome. In the 8th century, during the Islamic conquests, the chalice was transferred from Rome to Valencia in Spain for safekeeping.  Later it was moved to the Monastery of San Juan de la Peña in Aragon. In the early 15th century, King Martin I of Aragon presented the chalice to the Valencia Cathedral, where it has been kept in the cathedral ever since.

The authenticity of the Holy Chalice of Valencia as the true Holy Grail is a matter of faith and belief, as it is with other claimants to the title. However, the Valencia chalice has been studied and analyzed by experts over the years and has been found to be the closest approximation in its creation to the time period in which Christ lived and died.

In 1960, the chalice was subjected to scientific examination by Antonio Beltrán, a professor of medieval history. Amazingly he concluded that the chalice dated back to the 1st century AD, making it the most plausible of the many varied claimants to be the same cup used by Christ during the Last Supper. 

In 2014, Pope Francis declared the Holy Chalice of Valencia as a Holy Relic, confirming its significance in Christian history and devotion. Ever since the Valencia Cathedral has become a popular pilgrimage site for those seeking to see and be in the presence of the Holy Grail.

The Chalice itself is a simple, small stone cup made of agate, agate being a semi-precious gemstone that holds spiritual significance in various cultures and belief systems. It is valued not only for its aesthetic beauty but also for its many metaphysical properties. 

Agate is often regarded as a stone of protection, it is thought to bring harmony and balance into one's life. It is also deeply associated with healing, promoting inner peace and enhancing intuition, opening channels of communication with higher realms, and facilitating spiritual transformation, which make these properties all the more pertinent when considered to be the Holy Grail itself.

In various legends the Holy Grail is depicted as a sacred vessel with magical powers. It is said to possess miraculous qualities, granting eternal youth, healing, and spiritual enlightenment to those who find it and partake of its powers. It has been linked to the Knights Templar and there are various legends linking it to varied places including the Monastery of San Juan de la Peña, Glastonbury, Château de Montségur, Rosslyn Chapel among others, but as stated above the closest approximation of the 'real' Grail is the one here in the Chapel in Valencia.

​Its intense presence is felt throughout the city and its Sangrail pours out as a kind of Axis Mundi to the entire Valencian landscape.
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The Cauldron and the Grail

In mythology cauldrons are frequently depicted as magical vessels associated with rebirth, transformation, and regeneration. These cauldrons have the power to restore life and heal wounds. The cauldron is considered analogous to the Holy Grail, representing a source of rejuvenation and spiritual nourishment.

The connection between the cauldron and the Holy Grail, one being the precursor to the other, lies in their shared symbolism of restoration, healing, and renewal. Both objects are associated with the revival of a wounded or suffering king and the rejuvenation of the land and its people. 

It is often depicted as a large cooking pot or vessel used for magical or transformative purposes. It is frequently associated with witchcraft, magic and alchemy. It symbolizes the transformative powers and the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. In some legends, cauldrons are said to contain magical elixirs or are used in rituals to create potions or perform divination.

One such famous legend is Cerridwen's Cauldron - a symbolic and mythical object in ancient Welsh folklore, which is not in any way linked to the grail of Valencia, other than its comparative understanding of the progressive myths of a sacred cauldron/chalice that wields magical and mystical powers. 

The goddess Cerridwen is a powerful sorceress and a guardian of knowledge of the cycles of life and death. She possessed a magical cauldron that had the power to grant wisdom and inspiration. It was believed that Cerridwen brewed a potent potion within the cauldron, called "Awen," which bestowed poetic inspiration and spiritual insight to those who consumed it and is intricately linked to the tale of Taliesin, the renowned Welsh bard and poet. 

​Cerridwen had a son named Morfran, who was said to be ugly and deformed. In an attempt to compensate for her son's appearance, she decided to brew a special potion in her cauldron that would grant him great wisdom and poetic powers.

The potion required a year and a day to brew, and Cerridwen appointed a young boy named Gwion to stir the cauldron. Accidentally, three drops of the potion splashed onto Gwion's thumb, while he was stirring the elixir, instinctively he licked it and by doing so, he gained all the knowledge and inspiration which was meant for her son Morfran.

Realizing what had happened, Cerridwen chased Gwion in a fit of rage. Gwion used his newfound abilities to transform himself, he shape-shifted into different creatures, eventually becoming a grain of wheat. Cerridwen, in turn, transformed into a hen and consumed the grain of wheat, thereby swallowing Gwion.

Cerridwen became pregnant and after nine months, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy who she named Taliesin, who grew up to be the most talented and revered of all the bards throughout Ancient Druidic history.

Thus, Cerridwen's Cauldron symbolizes the transformative power of knowledge and inspiration. It is a potent and mystical symbol, reflecting the deep connection between the Goddess, magic and its magical powers.

This echoing theme spans through time and cultures always repeating the same myths, but as stated before, through different cultural and societal reference points. That being, the chemical effect of a Cauldron or Chalice, through an act of sacrifice and trial that leads the initiate, through what magically may be termed a trial or a journey through the underworld, whereby a deep testing of the soul of the participant is eventually rewarded with a great treasure, the Sangrail, the Elixir of Life and its healing powers, renewing not only the individual involved but the entire community and their inherent landscape.

Another famous account this time of the Holy Grail and its transmutative qualities is found in the Arthurian tales of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. These stories revolve around the quest for the Holy Grail undertaken by Arthur's knights, including Sir Galahad, Sir Lancelot, and Sir Percival.

Throughout the legends, the Holy Grail remains elusive, appearing only to those who are deemed worthy and pure of heart. The knights face various challenges and temptations along the way, testing their loyalty, bravery, and moral integrity. The search for the Holy Grail becomes a metaphorical quest for self-discovery, redemption, and the attainment of spiritual enlightenment.

In these legends The Fisher King is the wounded king who guards the Holy Grail and resides in a castle known as the Grail Castle. He is often portrayed as the last in a long line of guardians of the Grail. The Fisher King's affliction is believed to be linked to a wound or illness that affects the land, rendering them barren and desolate.
He sustains a mysterious wound to his thigh or groin area. This wound leaves him unable to fulfill his role as a king and protector of the Grail. The kingdom suffers as a result, symbolizing a connection between the king's well-being and the land's fertility, the Grail's healing properties are seen as the key to restoring the king's health and reviving the land.

In all these stories & legends both Cauldron & Grail are the alchemical vessels that not only heal the initiate but restore new life and, most importantly inflame the creative imagination with vision, power and spiritual grace.

Whether it is Asclepys and his daughters drawing from the healing well and its water, or Cerridwen and her potion of plenty, or Christ’s grail and its promise of rebirth and new life, the entire mythological metaphor is one of the feminine principle, the sacred receptacle that holds and passes on the sangreal, the sacred inspiration, wisdom and illumination, to heal not only the initiate but also the community and restore the land itself.

​This in turn brings us back to whom I propose is the current representative of the Divine Cup, the Sacred Vessel, the White Goddess here in Valencia. 
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​La Virgin de los Desamparados, The Virgin of the Forsaken

My initial encounter with La Virgin here in Valencia was a few years ago whilst I was sat meditating at my old apartment in Cabanyal. Her profound presence entered my room, and she asked me to attend to a Mesa Blanca {A spiritual mass in the tradition of Espiritismo} for her, on the upcoming Sunday and offer her white roses. I was brought to tears from her compassionate presence and love. Up to this point I had not paid much attention to the local Deities, as I was going through an extremely intense faze of my life and was focused on re-stabilizing my own spiritual framework.

It was the next day when I was telling a friend of my experience, that to my amazement, they not only told me she was the Patroness Saint of Valencia but that, the upcoming Sunday was her Feast Day when she was paraded through the streets of Valencia, the exact day she had asked for Her Mesa Blanca. It was from that moment onwards that I have felt her presence and been guided to write about and serve her whilst living here in Valencia.

As the Patroness Saint of Valencia, La Virgin de los Desamparados, Our Lady of the Forsaken, is a revered religious figure in Spain, particularly here in Valencia. Her history dates back several centuries and is deeply intertwined with local folklore, various legends and religious traditions.

According to one of the legends, the origin of the devotion to the Virgin of the Desamparados can be traced back to the 14th century in Valencia. It is said that a pious woman named Sister Paula, who lived in the Monastery of San Juan de la Penitencia, experienced a vision of the Virgin Mary. In this vision, the Virgin instructed Sister Paula to build a chapel in her honor in a specific location.

Following the vision, Sister Paula shared her experience with the local archbishop and other authorities. They approved the construction of a chapel on a hill outside the city walls, known as the Hermitage of Desamparados. The chapel became a place of devotion and pilgrimage for the people of Valencia.

Over time, the devotion to the Virgin grew, and a fraternity was established to care for the chapel and promote her veneration. This played a crucial role in organizing processions and events to honour the Virgin and spread her message of compassion and care for the forsaken and vulnerable.

Yet another legend has it that in 1409, a Valencian priest confronted a mob who were preparing to lynch a mentally ill homeless man near Santa Catalina. Father Jofre exhorted the mob to take pity on the poor soul, instead of stoning him to death. He would later base an important sermon on this and, as a result, Valencia would become the first city in the world to open an asylum for the mentally ill.

The asylum was run by a group of nuns, whose symbol was Our Lady of the Forsaken (Mare de Déu dels Desamparats). Over time, this symbol grew in importance and today is Valencia’s most well-loved and famous icon. She embodies Valencia’s historically unique role in caring for society’s most down-trodden members.

​One of the most significant events associated with her is the annual procession, known as the "Romería de la Virgin de los Desamparados." This procession takes place on the second Sunday of May and attracts thousands of faithful followers. The image of the Virgin, adorned with flowers is carried through the streets of Valencia on
an ornate float, accompanied by music, prayer, and celebration.

The "Ofrenda de Flores" or Flower Offering is one of the most significant and popular events during the Fallas festival, It takes place on March 17th and 18th each year. During this event, participants, dressed in traditional regional costumes, offer bouquets of flowers to the Virgin Mary at the Plaza de la Virgin.

The Flower Offering is a massive procession where individuals and groups representing different neighbourhoods and organizations in Valencia carry flowers to create a large and elaborate floral arrangement in honour of the Virgin Mary. These floral arrangements form a beautiful and colourful mosaic depicting the image of the Virgin.

Participants carry their flowers and walk towards the Plaza de la Virgin, where they add their bouquets to the growing display. Each person places their flowers in designated spaces on a wooden structure, which gradually transforms into a stunning tapestry of colours and fragrances.

The Flower Offering is a deeply rooted tradition in Valencia, and it represents the devotion and gratitude of the Valencian people to the Virgin Mary. It is a symbolic gesture of love and respect that attracts large crowds of spectators from all over the world who come to witness the procession and the impressive floral display.

I would claim that this event in itself is a huge, ritualized devotion to the White Goddess when viewed from a syncretic perspective. The entire city stops to devote themselves to the Goddess who watches over her town dressed now in a robe of the devotees’ flowers. One can only imagine similar offerings being made in the exact same place throughout the centuries to her ancient past expressions such as the Goddess Diana.

As stated at the beginning, there is a historical trail of the connection between, who I suggest is The White Goddess, in her many forms and her abilities, whether it’s through a cauldron, well or chalice that is an inherent link to her healing and transformative waters.

​As an interesting side note here in Valencia, The Water Tribunal, also known as the Tribunal de les Argues, is a unique institution in Valencia's legal and cultural heritage. Dating back to the Islamic period, this tribunal is responsible for resolving disputes related to water usage and distribution in the region. Its origins and traditions are intertwined with ancient customs and rituals, creating an aura of mysticism around the consumption and usage of water here in Valencia which still continues every Thursday outside the cathedral to this very day.
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​In summary, the White Goddess in her myriad of forms and her magnetic healing powers, has always been here at the heart of Valencia. Whether as Diana the Moon Goddess, her ancient Micalet Well, the Healing Sanctuary of Asklepios and his daughters, the Baptismal fonts of the early Christians or, into the modern times, through the Holy Grail, the symbolic Feminine principle which held the Sangrial, the Sacred blood and lineage of the crucified king and ultimately as the white lady 'la Virgin de los Desamparados'.

There are a myriads of other reference points and places I could mention that are linked to this magical understanding of Valencia’s occult meaning which I hope I have laid out a little of in this article. The purpose of this is to suggest to the reader, that if what I say is true, and you come to Valencia informed with this secret understanding, you may utilize this power and information to heal yourself from any prevailing ailments.

When petitioned consciously the powers that reside here in this city respond quite profoundly, as they have done throughout the centuries. 

​So, whether you are lacking direction, uncentered or unfocused, suffering from a creative block, depression, burnout, any physical ailment or feeling forsaken in any manner, I am sharing with you the great possibility that you can visit Valencia with me as your guide and I will take you through a series of spiritual ceremonials, where together we will call upon Her great powers to aid you in your needs. I will act as your spiritual guide through the city, taking you to various magical locations, so that you to may come under Her auspices and be blessed with her magnificent and ancient healing powers.
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The Garden

5/2/2023

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THE GARDEN

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I went to Pans Garden to the ancient olive tree to make offerings on Beltaine, i cast pentagrams in the dirt, in each direction as the small white flowers fell from the tree blessing me. I gave prayers of thanks and petitions of healing for those that had petitioned me to do so. Effortlessly i passed through the Realms into Fay and communed with Fair Folk.

As if to pull me out of my magical spell a young boy ran shouting out of nowhere and started to stamp and kick the pentacles cast in the dirt, screaming and shouting at them as if they were his mortal enemy. Immediately, who i assumed to be his sister, came running out of nowhere and too screamed at him and told him to stop, she physically dragged him forcefully away from my magical circle. By this time their father had arrived who grabbed the boy and swiftly walked off with him without saying a word.

Left in now total silence and calm once again the young girl turned and held my gaze and together we went into communion. Then without saying a word she began to recarve the pentagrams back into the dirt until the circle of stars had been restored and then without a word, she again held my gaze and then ran off skipping and laughing.

​I stayed with the ancient tree for a while longer contemplating what had just happened, then swinging my bag over my shoulder walked back around the garden to the exit. However at the far corner of my winding path i heard someone whimpering and crying, like a wounded animal. To my great surprise it was the small boy who had previously kicked so violently at the cast pentagrams but this time he was weak frightened and scared. I walked calmly over to him , kneeling down to his height i offered out my hand in friendship. in a moment he ran crying into my arms saying madre, meaning he had lost his mother. I held him tight until he finally calmed, then hand in hand we walked both talking in a language alien to us but somehow understanding each other. Finally at the other end of the garden we found his parents and he ran now laughing into his mothers arms.

​There are so many symbolic mythological references to this magical story but ill leave you to decipher them, needless to say the White Goddess smiles and order has been returned to The Garden.
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Ode to Herne written & read by Yanu Zsigo

1/13/2023

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Hymn to Pan by John Keats (1795–1821} read by Yanu Zsigo

12/28/2022

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SPELLCASTER

10/28/2022

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Spellcaster
from the
Magikalchild / Witch Series

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Magic is Afoot ~ Initiation into Pans Garden

7/28/2022

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Initiation into Pans Garden

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SWALLOWS

7/5/2022

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SWALLOWS
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In late spring I was out on the land, wandering through the warm Spanish landscape, when a subtle presence seemed to descend over me. I spontaneously began to perform ceremony, a ritualistic enactment to open the gates between this world and the next, to honour the earth and all the critters that are beholden to her kingdom.

My body naturally flexed and stretched calling forth the four directions, summoning the elemental beings out from the hidden landscape, encircling me in their presence and power.
Raising both hands to the sky i closed my eyes and summoned my invocation.

No sooner had the last poetic phrase left my lips than my head started spinning, caught in a sudden whirlwind, a sound of high-pitched screeching bird song seemed to crescendo all around me.

As its intensity peaked inside my now reverberating skull, i opened my eyes, So great was the charge of energy that with a sudden gasp it literally stole my breath away.

Above me like a spiralling tornado was a flight of swallows spinning so fast as to create a whirlwind, that seemed to lift me up, now standing on tip toe, arms outstretched as if crucified, my back arched like a bow ready to release its arrow.

This dizzying moment seemed to last an eternity until finally the trance broke, as the swallows swooped one last time and then in a flash were gone.

Everything suddenly stopped, it was as if time had stood still, and i was suspended between realms, then, ever so gently floated back down to the ground.

At precisely that moment a bright ray of sunlight arched from behind a cloud. its piercing beam spotlighting something about 20 yards from me at the base of an old pine tree.
From a distance i couldn't quite see what it was but it was as if there was an urgency to this flickering light that was shining down trying to show me something.

Something, yes something was there illuminated by the sunlight. What it was i couldn't quite see from a distance but something was definitely there glimmering under the now diminishing light.
I bowed my head and gave thanks, reversing my calling songs to each direction to close my magical circle.

As soon as id finished and was fully back in this world i hesitantly walked to where the light had shone so vibrantly.

To my utter astonishment there at the base of the old pine tree surrounded by dry needles, out in nature , in the middle of nowhere, was a small Christ like figurine, arms outstretched just as i had been moments before, gazing back at me and marked on his chest the Awen the three druidic rays of light, the holy trinity.

'I am the Mabon
I am the child
Three pure rays
The pillars of light'

Ever since that auspicious day the swallows have followed me back into town and every morning when i go out to my balcony i call to them, the same song they sung to me that summons whirlwinds.

They come swooping full of vigour, full of joy, playfully whirling and twirling through the air , once again sending my head spinning, heralding the promise of summer, the promise of light and the miracle of nature.

She who speaks to us constantly, through her plants, through her elements, through her animals, in an unknown language, a foreign tongue, hard to understand if we would only but listen.
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Swallows
Wordz; Y.Zsigo
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A WORLD FULL OF WONDERS

7/5/2022

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​A WORLD FULL OF WONDERS

We don't want to work for money but for love alone
For compassion’s sake and life's budding expression
To implore great forces to come dine with us
And banquet at a great table of our own design

Where artists and muses will gather together
Frolicking and fucking parading their pleasures
Under an arbour of grapevines blossoming
In the city square where time stands still 

All the towns folk will come and be shocked
Commanding their young to cover their innocence
Yet entertained, and inspired, to dance with the piper
Who calls them amongst us to abandon their reason

Emptying their pockets of hard-earned belongings
As we thrill them with the delight of strange pleasures
Otherwise unknown and new to their tasting
That loosens the buckles and bracelets

And we will undress before them as poetic heathens
And dance with the snake of the sunlit night
To call forth the twilight and the promise of Eden
To seduce them unto second sight

And for one brief moment all pain will avail us
All suffering will pass before their very eyes
Once again to return home through the veil
To Arcadia with nymph and satyr we will delight

So give me your gold and all that you own
For am i never to toil and work again
But instead to weave splendours with those that remember
Not yet dead but awake in a world full of wonders
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I WEAR THE CROWN

5/3/2022

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I WEAR THE CROWN

I own your head

Have stolen your crown

You broke the seal

With the hammer of ignorance

Crushed the blossoming flower

I am the Seed Stealer

The Horned Gatekeeper

Gravity pulled us down

Down to the ground

Down through the fire

To the Halls of the Great Mother

Dragged screaming

Now to meet your maker

Midnights dreaming

Fear haunts you like a demon

It distorts everything

In its  gripping power

Surrounds you in a cloak of chaos

That makes the unreal real

And you 

Lies greatest believer

I am the one come as shadow

The Dark Liberator

The Crown Stealer

That polishes gold

And mounts your head

Cracking the poisonous skull

Drinking its blood

She comes black and grotesque

With skulls on her neck

Sufferings Queen

The Dark Destroyer

Blades drawn

To cut off your head

Loves Purifier

With eyes that roll 

In the back of her head

She feeds on desire

The Great Annihilator

That drinks from your lying lips

Wraps her snakes around your neck

And pulls her victim in

Each of us a length of string

That at the appointed hour

Is feasted upon and reeled in

I am Her Progenitor

Her Consort

Her Lover

Who baths in excstacy

Worshipping at her feet

The Crowned Emperor

The All Father

The one that breaths destiny

The illusions shattered grin

That bows its head before me

To finally

Come home 

Once again

It is me

With the keys

To both past and future

 Until you are clean

Illuminated and redeemed

I wear the Crown

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The Otherside of Twilight

12/8/2021

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The Otherside of Twilight

I was working with a brother shamanically when the Ancestors came over me strongly and began telling us hw t respond in these apparent troubled times. That in fact, the check mate of civilisation right now with it pandemics, division and isolation was in fact forcing us to an inward stance, so we may increase our spiritual practice and literally build a bridge from and into the spiritworld, whereby those transitioning out may wander purposefully and so to that new vital force and a host of multiple enthused spirits may renter this plane of existance to support the earths transformation.

As with most things it inspired me to write this poem.
Thank you Remi, thank you ancestors, thank you Great Spirit.
It has been consciously conceived so once read you can jump back and forth from any line to
any line in the poem and it will still hold its form of poetic trance ad infinitum !


THE OTHERSIDE OF TWILIGHT

Isolate and darkened
We are building a bridge
Through space and time
Compression beckons us
Inwards towards
The great unknown
Clans of remembrance
Spearhead through enveloping mists
Opening the minds eye

We are building a bridge into the sky

Don't be surprised
We are chosen
Tortured into introspection
Extracting breath
From this world
Breathing it
Into beyond
Passing it on
Passing it over
We have yet
To come home
To ourselves
To what lies behind
The hidden curtain

We are building a bridge into the Otherworld

Ravaged and diseased
Nations in isolation
So lets meet together
Under astral light
To build an arc
Into the Light
Where the Trickster
Plays his joke and game
Masking bliss
With suffering
Every shadow
Holds meaning

Singing

​The poets lament
Over the open wound
That spills honey
On twisting tounges
Their open mouths
And curling lips
Spread the sleep
Of seduction
Of silent respite
We walk
The narrow path
Between two towers
Unto the starlit night
Where with open arms
We wait
To be embraced
By the ghost nation

We have built a bridge to the otherworld

To the otherside of twilght

To the otherside of night
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Deep Within

11/20/2021

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DEEP WITHIN
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'I am with you, deep within the woods, deep within the green, deep within the darkness.
The pipes that stir the soul and sing to us of home, within the ancient landscape
​of the never forgotten'.
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Witchfinder General

6/5/2020

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Witchfinder General

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The Invocation

4/6/2020

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The Invocation
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The Devil and the Drunkard

11/21/2019

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The Devil and the Drunkard

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I sat on the sunny steps smoking, breathing in the warm sea air. A drunkard named Frances sat down beside me, her eyes watering, distraught and pleading. We sat in silence for a moment, then I said, ‘It hurts right? You need a drink don’t ya ?’ She nodded quietly and shamefully bowed her head. I took some loose change from my pocket and gave it to her.
‘There ya go honey, should be enough to take the pain away.’ She grabbed the money sharply from my hand and scuffled off into the summer’s fading light.
Later she returned and enlivened from the fire water asked me bluntly,
‘Are you the Devil ?’ I laughed humbly and shook my head,
‘Of course not, why do you say that? Just cause I gave you some change for ya liquor ? ‘
‘ No’, she said her eyes no longer stinging from withdrawal, ‘I saw him in a dream, he was beautiful and looked just like you’.
She took another gulp from the large brown bottle she’d purchased, taking a moment to savor the liquid medicine now diluting into her blood stream.
‘ He said he was coming for me, that I was his and it would soon be time to go with him’.
As she spoke those last words her voice slowed and her swollen eyes moved nervously about as if something was out there hunting her down.
Again I laughed to lighten the mood ‘And he looked just like me, that’s hilarious, of course I’m not the devil!’
‘ What’s going to happen to me ‘ she said her eyes now saddened but steady,
‘ I can’t stop drinking, I know it’s no good for me but I just can’t st....’
Before the last word could pass through her lips, she swayed back and forth as if delirious, her eyes starting to roll into the back of her drunken head. A strange cluck then a gargling sound came from the back of her throat and then, as if in slow motion, she slumped forward dead in front of me.
What was left of her beer poured out onto the concrete, like alcoholic blood bleeding out across the pavement.
I sat there silent, the now cooling sea breeze blowing her strong unwashed scent away from me.
Picking up my hat I fixed it firmly upon my head and looking down at her now dead and silent carcass, I whispered, ‘ You could of prayed to god young lady, but instead you summoned me and you know I don’t work for free. I’ll be seeing you soon but first there are others need attending to and debts that need keeping !’
The moon slowly peeked above the horizon flickering silver sparks across the ocean as the wind gently blew in the last of the summers breeze.


Wordz; Yanu Zsigo
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Evidencia

10/15/2019

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Evidencia

The other day at LaBotanica a friend came to visit with her 10 year old daughter. I felt an immediate kinship with her as we played and talked showing her various things in the shop.
When they left and were on the ferry back home to North Amsterdam Lot { thats her name } turned to her mother and said she recognized me from a past life in a First Nation/Native American village, where i was a shaman/doctor and gave every new-born child presents. She said she was my best friend and the village's hairdresser for special ritual festivals and that i had a wolf, a bear and two cats as Allies.... In Espiritismo we call this an 'evidencia', a true confirmation from Spirit..
I have never met Lot before yesterday, she knows nothing of my connection to Native people's or the fact that i have both Bear and Wolf in my spiritual framework. I knew i knew that little girl as soon as i saw her, now i know why !
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WickerWolf Invocation

8/20/2019

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Wicker Wolf Invocation

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Y.Zsigo performing Wolf Invocation at Wicker Wolf Ceremony Castlefest 2019

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The Green Man

8/1/2019

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The Green Man

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Pans Alchemical Garden

6/27/2019

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Pans Alchemical Garden

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I awoke to Pan whispering in my ear ' Wake up and follow me !', ' Shit leave me alone im sleeping ' i replied. 'No get up' he said insistently ..
I dragged myself up out of bed at 6 am this morning hearing Him talking to me.'Follow me follow me' he kept on saying......
I've been through a lot lately processing lots of personal issues in my life and have been a total Hermit, doing lotsa meditations etc working through my stuffl. A vast aspect of my prayers has been to Pan and the Goddess and something most of you will have seen that i call Pans Garden..
I'd lost my center a while ago and have been desperately trying to grasp it back and reignite my magikal passion.
I have been going through moments of extreme doubt and confusion and  have waited patiently for signs to move forward again and come out of my reclusive state..
This morning when Pan came he kept proclaiming' We Love you, we love you Yanu, just follow me'.
After a while i went into complete trance with his whispering in my ear and somehow managed to get dressed and showered and headed out with Pan astrally prancing in front of me...
Every now and then he would yell ' We love you, don't worry, forgive yourself, Shes is coming, shes is cominggggg..'
To cut a long story short after about a 20 minute bike ride through Valencia where i now live i found myself at a doorway as seen in the pics below... ' Inside, inside' Pan kept yelping.
I opened the doors slowly , now coming out of the deep trance.
There in front of me was a magnificent entrance that led to a statue of a man and woman in embrace, then my heart stopped. The women was pointing to something at first i could not see, then as i saw it, i literally fell to me knees weeping.. Her delicate white hand pointed to the head of a Goat, to Pan himself.
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The significance of this for me at this stage of my process is more than i can explain here but needless to say i felt loved beyond compare, as Pan astrally danced around me laughing.
'See' he said 'We loveeeee youuuuu, heres your garden!'
The shock of this left me trembling, not only did this moment instantly lift me up and out of my melancholy but bought me to the realization that Pan Himself had literally bought me here, to His Garden something i have been in search of for many years now.
The rest of the morning i wandered around the magnificent alchemical gardens, so many symbolic references were there, more than i can describe that have meaning for my life and its purpose.I was entranced all afternoon wandering from one power spot to another including Flora the Goddess of Flowers, the MagikalChild riding the back of Pan, Mercury, Dionysious and many many more.
Not only have i now returned to my power and center but i have literally found it externally out in the world here in this glorious Alchemical Garden.

PAN BE PRAISED !

p.s. Just to make clear i have never before been to this Garden , nor had i any knowledge of its existence, it was truly a miracle that Pan guided me there x bless x


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Black Ocean

4/22/2019

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BLACK OCEAN

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'I am no longer concerned with consciousness for it is already aware of itself.
What fascinates me more is the unconscious and its perpetual undulating revelations !

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OSCULUM INFAME

3/19/2019

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The Tears of Pan

3/5/2019

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THE TEARS OF PAN

Trickle drop, trickle drop, trick all drop
Like fishes from rivers that flipety flop

Hickeldy pickledy pickle de plop
Like splashes of water upon the rooftop

When will they when will they when will they stop
Like hands from the frozen grandfather clock

Wiggledy  pigaldy wiiggeldy ploc
The faerys are screaming the worms are in shock

Hex away hex away hex away hop
The wizard is wandering oh where is his flock

Boggledy woggledy boggledly wop
Where is the gremlin that’s hidden my sock

This away that a way this away knock
The door will not open the poison hemlock

Shackety wackerty shackety wok
The  chickens are squawking the cry of the cock

Pita pan pata pan pita pan poc
He cannot stop weeping the garden gates locked !
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Painting 'PAN WITH TEARS' by Linda Lundell
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Alessandro Cortini - Scappa

3/3/2019

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Pan's Garden

2/28/2019

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Templo de Diana ~ Segunto

2/19/2019

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​Templo de Diana ~ Segunto


​Synchronicity abounds at such an astounding rate in our lives. On two separate occasions, two people suggested we should visit Sagunto here in Valencia. Both spontaneously, without reference to each other and completely out of the blue, without being prompted by any previous conversation of good places to go etc.

The timing of us finally going on this Full Moon couldnt be more perfect. Needless to say from the moment we arrived magic poured forth as bright as the spanish sunshine.
Following our intuition we found ourselves at an ancient Temple dedicated to the Goddess Diana, with the original wall and ritual baths still intact. As well was a wonderful small exhibition on the creation and inspiration of the origins of Theater and how the original performances were always ritualistic and had an alter built to honor the god Dionysious...
We are in the process of creating our own Ceremonial Theater and the relevance of this day and its direct message straight from the heart of Diana's  Temple was not lost on us.

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Pan's Grail

8/16/2018

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Pan's Grail

Pan whispered in our ears ' Come to the woods, come dance with me in the green, drink from the
​Fountain of Dreams, come to me, come to me '...
We live a Magickal Life one full of wonder and transformation, every day unfolds like a story from a fantastical novel, yet it it not fantasy, it is our lives and it is magickal !
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