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Thursday, 29 April 2010

Blossoms and the full moon



Last night it was the Full Moon. It was quite invisible behind some of the silvery grey clouds, tinged with the volcanic ash from Iceland. Barely bright, and yet shining still, the full moon still glowed and it wasn't as dark outside last night as it was previously. I bring you some health tips from a female Therianthrope. Please ignore if you wish, argue if you want to, debate about it, copy it or simply ignore it. I'm no dietician and I haven't the faintest about herbs or spices. I will say that I like flowers, and I enjoyed the walk in the woods today. I saw many blossoms, some were pink, red, blue, white and yellow. Canopies of leaves with sprayed out branches made me think of laced parasols. The fir trees and pine trees sang with bird song and a few had little cones. Wild flowers in many shades of sunlight and moonlight scattered on the grass. A stirring came upon me to strip off naked and run through the woods, climb up the trees, lay on the ground among the petals, and dance. However though, the woods are public and I didn't do it. A shame really. I  was overcome by immense love and gratitude, belonging, and I felt happy.

So here are some health tips from me.


Evening primrose oil ideal for PMT/PMS, stress, depression and moodswings. It's especially good for women going through a hard time or having that time of month. This can be an ingredient to use in cooking instead of fat, olive and vegetable oils.
Rose petals, nice bath remedy, and a soother on the skin. Nice ingredients for romantic dinners and afternoon garden tea.  
Violets are a mind healing flower for the sense of well being, and is edible that can be used as a form of garnish in salads and savoury dinners.

More on Edible flowers are Here

Other links of speial interest:
Magickal Herbs
Gode Cookery of the Middle Ages
Viking Answer Lady: Viking food
Tree and Plant Lore

Thursday, 15 April 2010

In memory of my dogs



I just found out that Sheba, my beloved family dog living with my grandparents, has died. She was ten years old and a beautiful German Shepherd. She was probably the largest dog of her breed that I have ever seen, as she came from an interesting heritage. Her father was a large police dog and her mother was also a pretty big dog. She had a long fluffy tail like a wolf's tail. Her fur looked wolflike but ever so silky and soft. She was golden, brown and light blonde haired. Her eyes were dark honey coloured. As a puppy she was very exciteable and she made me feel uplifted and happy. She brightened things around her. As an adult, she became a strong and proud animal, but unlike most dogs that I know, she had this air about her that was very proud, almost ladylike. We called her The Queen. She lived up to her name "Sheba". I lost my own father in 2005 after a battle with cancer, and Sheba comforted me during those dark times. I then left Hampshire and came up here to Yorkshire to be with my boyfriend. I haven't seen Sheba since then but I have a photograph of her. I will post this online when I get my camera uploads fixed. Sheba was in later times suffering a condition that was causing her pain in the legs and she couldn't walk properly. She was one of those characters that you just can't imagine dying. For weeks I've been thinking of her a lot but it wasn't until yesterday that my grandmother told me Sheba died in January this year. I miss her much. Other pets have died and it's saddened me. I lost many pets of different animals and they made me feel sad. My grandparents now have a new puppy.      

In loving memory of my dear dogs. Here is a list of all the dogs I can remember and who I've loved, then lost.

1. An Old English Sheepdog, my first dog. I can vaguely remember him but there is a photograph of me aged two years old and he's stood beside me. He died when I was a toddler.

2. I grew up with this dog, he was a pale brown colour and a cross-breed. He was playful and protective of me. There are dozens of photographs of me as a child with this friendly dog. He died when I was 10 years old and I grieved for a long time.

3. Two years later my family got a new puppy, a very pretty black and tan cross labrador and German shepherd. She was playful as a puppy, then as an adult she became really affectionate, gentle, loving and protective of children. She was sweet natured. She died in 1999 of old age and an illness. This upset me and I still cry for her now and then because I do miss her. 
4. The late Sheba, who died in January 2010. She was born in 2000. I have pictures of her as a puppy and then growing up. She was a proud, haughty and noble dog. She was feared by other people and animals because of her appearance but I felt safe with her. She was a true guardian of the house. She didn't have any puppies of her own but she had maternal instincts, she was protective of children and young puppies that visited.   

In memory to other pets and dogs who've been loved.

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Twilight hunting



The hour of twilight, both evening and morning, is a very important place. It's when the air shifts and it turns into a different temperature. Morning twilights always feel cold for me as the night passes and the sun rises. That sends a chill eveywhere. This breeze can be felt by some people and a few of them are were creatures or otherkin of some kind but the many don't seem to recognise it.

In this breeze there is a special sound, scent and even colours. Each can be identified at different times of the year or felt by different people. It also depends on where you live and who you are. For instance, a teenaged therianthrope living in California won't recognise the same thing that an old werewolf Master living in Norway. However, for the teenager, he or she will begin to experience the various levels of sensations that each clock time, day, weather pattern, season, month and even ritualistic event ("holiday") is going to be like. That person can grow to understand it. For the many it's visual too.

During the Spring mornings when it's twilight and not yet sun-risen, the breeze is very cool. At times it can be frosty. The breeze can sound like birds or rustling leaves, sighing, the shore, twirling movements on grass and the lightest rainfall. It smells like candy and flowers. Depending on what carried it and where the twilight breeze travelled from, the scent can be like trees or rocks. The morning early Spring breeze is a very soft, transparent pale pink. It's glowing colour is so swift and brief that it looks like a drifting shawl. The style and type of breeze changes every time and sometimes each individual person will understand it in their own way. It won't even be the same as what I feel.

Then late twilight it's also different again. Sunset, moonrise, starlight, before then when it turns darker and the sky is still quite colourful. This is when the air becomes dense and closed, as if a blanket is being covered over the world. For werewolves we might shapeshift and transform, depending on the cycles. When we do transform, it's during twilight and NOT dead-of-night with the moon up already. Werewolves become who they are as the night approaches, and before the sky blackens.

In forests there are large amounts of deer and other wild animals. They are part of the landscape. Werewolves do feed upon them but it's not true that they always do this. People have a large meal before they become wolves. It isn't true that werewolves attack people either or simply become hungry once they've altered shape. This process of transformation is not a physical change as people know it as they've seen it in horror movies. Therianthropy isn't clinical lycanthropy and others do tend to confuse it together. Often the medical web definitions of Lycanthropy might mention the word Therianthropy as to judge the matter as going downwards, to lump this all together, darken true werewolves and because the topic itself needs a more wider, friendlier understanding. If no one understands the differences of the types of werewolves there are from the Therianthrope to the mystical lycanthrope, to the nicknamed infamous associates and the clinical lycanthrope illness, then let's show them. Werewolf myths, stories and fables, reports, misunderstandings and uplifting healing experiences, that would make a whole subject worthy of studying.   

Anyone interested in Lycanthropy or Therianthropy:

Werewolves and Lycanthropy
Monstrous Werewolves
The werewolf and shapeshifter codex

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Daffodil Dreams



The wolf has a powerful sense of smell.

Nature tends to be full of perfumes of many diffeent plants and animals. The weather also has a smell, and the wolf can detect what the weather is going to be like. The wolf knows when rain is about to come as the wind carries a distinctive scent. The wolf can smell water, even though humans can't.

April and the season of Easter. A muddy and wet holiday, with traditions of chocolate eggs and bunnies that mean nothing to wolves. For the werewolf, or the therianthrope, this time of year means a lot as well as the smell of the rain and what's for dinner... (more later in another post about holidays and traditions).

Near where I live there is a striped hill with two different shades: Oat brown and Soil brown. I call them this. The hill is farmland that rises above a set of houses. Further down the hill are trees and a thirteenth century church yard with massive yew trees everywhere. It's the place one can imagine vampires and gouls hanging out in. Possibly this is why it attracts a few of the village youths! The flowers are bright in the dark wet grass, especially after rainfall. Muddy slopes and animal burrows scatter the parks and streets. It smells of mud and it's quite a sweet smell and rough too, like bread.

Then there are narrow lanes, footpaths, hidden passages and natural archways leading off into wild fields. Ghostly rabbits dance there in twilight. From one of the parks is a scenic view of the forests far off, and a sight of a chalk figure of a white horse on a distant hill. I camped over there once and the region was fairytalish and a big thunder storm happened.

The wolf can sense how heavy or light rain will fall. The wild flowers like daffodils and daisies carry a gentle aroma, not noticeable to many people. Do wolves like flowers? Yes. Wolves admire flowers and also regard them as "sign posts" that hold colours, perfumes and shapes. Treating the flowers as landmarks but without the need to rely on them completely. Wolves don't get lost. The she-wolves tend to be aware of the herbal qualities in plants. They also like having their dens near vivid flowers but if not then that's okay! Wolf pups play among the flowers.

A daffodil, for instance, has a significant importance to female werewolves. The golden colours of this early Springtime flower reminds us of the approaching warmth, the sun, the colour of a wolf's eyes at night. And of course it's a colour of health and strength. Gold is opposite silver in some respects due to it's medicinal reminder. The colour of yellow is one of the rainbow shades that werewolves believe are magical. Werewolves often linger in cornfields during the warmer seasons when the corn flowers brightly.

Gold and yellow is a symbolic colour of fire, the sun, wealth, spiritual enlightenment, health, intellect and medicine. Daffodils are the symbolic flowers of love, health and fertility.

For more interesting stuff on colours and flowers:
Magical properties of Herbs
Little Witch House