Hello to all and my apologies for absence, I have been finishing my studies on Dragonic Mysticism. Now for those of you who don't know what this particular form of mysticism is, it is a fairly unknown form of mysticism said to be used by dragons. My teacher has given me permission to enlighten everyone here what it is about. This form of mysticism covers everything from elemental correspondence to the value of a life and even some rituals, and yes divination is talked about. So if you have any questions or live in the southern California area let me know if you are interested in picking up few things.
Ok now a Skogsra, or more well known as Sjora, is a Swedish water spirit that lives in the woods and is known either to help men with good hunting or lead them astray. It is always seen in a forest and always by a body of water, most usually looking like a beautiful woman brushing her hair and somtimes having a tail.
There was somthing I was told by my mother's grandmother about a story that she was told by her father.
From the time he was little he went hunting with his father, the boy became an excelent marksman, and by the time he was 16, he had the skills of a veteran twice his age. One day the boy went out to hunt with his dog Kysa and as the dog went for somthing to drink, the boy saw something near the water, it was a beautiful young woman. All he could do was stare for the longest time until he was noticed, so he went over and introduced himself to the young woman. They talked for a while never getting her name.
So the days went on and the boy, who was slowly becoming a man, fell in love with this young woman until one day as he went into the woods and saw her with someone else. Our young man became furious and confronted her, she became furious and suddenly disappered. On his way home it became extremely dark and he and Kysa lost their way. Two days went by and still no way out of the woods, then somthing caught his eye, 'twas the woman he had fought with and thought he loved.
He goes to talk with her and to apologize about his behavior and sees a tail out of nowhere, well actually out of the back of her dress, so he asked her about it and she became very angry and slapped him across the face, cutting him so he yelled at her and ran off. Three more days went by and still he could not find his way home out of the woods. Finaly after 5 days, home at last. He runs inside and tells his father about what has happened and his father told him what he had met and he understood. Years later he fell in love with a romanian girl and lived a long and happy life in America but could never forget the face of the woman he almost gave his heart to, and a scar he could never forget.
Hello again everybody, long time no see and I'm happy to be back on here. I have been away for training, training to be a druid. Now what do you think when you hear of druids: Sacrificing animals, and praying to gods no one else thinks exists (except for the people on here), right, almost. Druids were and still are medicine-men figures, the village elders and sort. While in the days of old they did ritual sacrifices of animals while praying to their gods for help with the year, they also did something we know as rune casting.
Rune casting goes all the way back to the B.C. times and is alot like terot cards. But! tarot cards were only produced in the renaissance time, in fact the only thing older then rune casting is stick casting. Does anyone know a stick caster? Ya thought so. And unlike terot cards, which are mass populated to make money off those who "want to see their future," are more on playing into the minds of people and try to show a definite answer, rune casting is more, "if you do this then this could hapen," you know suggestive and general. I believe rune casting is a wee bit more accurate because nothing is certain, and if you only suggest it is more likely to happen. As the wise general Iroh said (in the avatar series), "one often meets his destiny on the path he chooses to avoid it," so if its gonna happen, its gonna happen, rune casting just gives you a heads-up.
Now as far as religion goes, it doesn't matter who you pray to or who you believe in, rune casting can work. Look I'm christian and I pray to God and ONLY to God, and yes rune casting can be seen as pagan practice(which it origionaly was), but can still be used for your beliefs. A good rune caster will ask his higher power yes thats right HIGHER power not just Thor, Odin or any of the other gods associated with runes. I ask God to show me what he wants. So that makes runes an oralce, like the bible or any other thing or person used to help.
There we covered what druids are, what runecasting is and the religiouse parts of it. let me know your feedback, I THRIVE on it and it lets me know what the people on here think. Until next time this is PhantomAngel, signing off.
May you never forget what is worth remembering, or remember what is best forgotten.
May you never forget what is worth remembering, or remember what is best forgotten.
May God bring good health to the enemies of your enemies.
Friend of my soul, this goblet sip 'twill chase the pensive tear,
'Tis not so sweet as woman's lips, but oh , 'tis more sincere.
A tosat to your coffin. may it be of 100 year old oak. And may we plant it together, tomorrow.
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
There are good ships, and wood ships, the ships that sail the sea. But the best ship is friendship, and may it always be.
My apologies for having such a large gap between posts. I was in the military and now I'm out. If you have any questions or any wanted sayings let me know.
sláinte mhaith to you all.
May you get all your wishes but one, so you always have something to strive for.
St. Patrick was a gentleman, who thru strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland, Here's a toasting his health
But not too many lest you lose yourself and then
You forget the good St. Patrick and see those snakes again
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to one blade of grass and not fall on the face of the earth.
May those who love us, love us. And for those who don't love us, May God turn their hearts. And if he can not turn their hearts,May he turn their ankles.
May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whiskey, but be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching.
Here's to you and yoursAnd to mine and ours.And if mine and ours Ever come across to you and yours,I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and oursAs mine and ours have done For you and yours!
I drink to your health when I'm with you,I drink to your health when I'm alone,I drink to your health so often,I'm starting to worry about my own.
I have known manyliked not a fewloved only oneso this toast's for you.
Here's to me, and here's to you,And here's to love and laughter-I'll be true as long as you,And not one moment after.
There are many good reasons for drinking,One has just entered my head,If a man doesn't drink when he's living,How the hell can he drink when he's dead?
Here's to you, here's to me, the best of friends we'll always be. But if weever disagree, forget you here's to ME!!
Ode to Beer
Of all my favorite things to do, The
utmost is to have a brew. My love grows for my
foamy friend, with each thirst-quenching elbow
bend. Beer's so frosty, smooth, and cold
it's paradise, pure liquid gold. Yes beer
means many things to me that's all for now I
And thats it for this installment of
Irish Sayings and Blessings
let me know what you think
OK, I am going to start a series of blog posts on sayings, proverbs and blessings from the greatest of all the mother lands, Ireland. Now, I want you all to leave comments about which ones you like the best and let me know of any that you think I've missed. I will start the series next week on monday and will add onthoer part each monday untill it is done.
Ok now the Skogsra or more easily pronounced sjora is a Swedish water spirit that lives in the woods and is known to either help men with good hunting or lead them astray. It is always seen in a forest and always by a body of water most usually looking like a beautiful woman brushing her hair and somtimes having a tail.
There was somthing i was told by my mother's grandmother about a story that she was told by her father.
From the time he was little he went hunting with his father, the boy became an excelent marksman, and by the time he was 16 he had the skills of a veteran pro twice his age. One day he went out to hunt by himself with his dog Kysa and as the dog went for somthing to drink, it was a beautiful young woman. all he could do was stare for the longest time until he was noticed so he went over and introduced himself to the young woman, never giving her name.
So the days went on and the boy, who was slowly becoming a man, fell in love with this woman until one day as he went into the woods and say her with someone else. The man became furious and confronted the woman, she became furious and suddenly disappered. On his way home it became extremely dark and he lost his way and Kysa. Two days past and still no way out of the woods, then somthing caught his eye, 'twas the woman he had fought with and thought he loved.
He goes to talk with her and apologize about his behavior and sees a tail out of nowhere, well actually out of the back of her dress, so he asked her and she became very angry and attacked him, he yelled at her and ran off. Three more days went by and still he could not find his way home out of the woods. Finaly home at last, so the runs inside and tells his father about what has happened and his father told him about what he had met. He understood. Years later he fell in love with a romanian girl and lived a long and happy life in America but could never forget the face of the woman he almost gave his heart to with a scar he couldnt forget.
Tir-Na-Nog is a very beautiful land. In Tir-Na-Nog the leaves don't fall from the trees or die. The flowers bloom all year round, and you can smell the scent of them miles away. If you are ever lucky enough to go to Tir-Na-Nog you would see young, happy people there.
If you spent five days in Tir-Na-Nog, it would be about three or more years in Ireland. Tir-Na-Nog has a stream going through it and green hills all over. The people there have beautiful clothes, and you would eat off of gold plates and drink out of crystal glasses.
For entertainment the people would play tin whistles or play gold harps. The scenery is beautiful and the sun shines most of the time. The people tell wonderful exciting stories, and the children play lots of games.
Tir-Na-Nog means "THE LAND OF EVER YOUNG." or " LAND OF EATERNAL YOUTH,"
sounds alot like Faerie Court..... Check out Alexandria LaNier if you don't know
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