The Goddess Cavern


The Goddess Cavern is a place of learning for both men and women, Pagan, Polytheists, Wiccans, Spiritualists alike. It doesn’t matter what path you follow or how far down it you have wandered.

This page is to be a place for discussion, of ideas, where I share with you lessons and ways I have connected to the Gods and Goddesses as well as many other subjects to do with spirituality and philosophy.


I am Freya Rose, a dreamer, writer, witch, wife, believer. I spend my time doing things I enjoy or trying to further my path.

The Gods/Goddesses I am particularly drawn to and follow are Hecate, Freya, Aphrodite, Ares, Thoth, Dionysus, Morpheus and Apollo

I have a passion for writing fantasy and a passion for reading, this may include magic, spirituality, history, philosophy and fiction of all genres.

I am a hopeless romantic and have a love for nature and crafts.

I am a loving companion of 6 cats and 2 dogs.


I hope this blog inspires you, interests you, makes you happy, as much as it has me creating it.

To you, Blessed be.

Freya Rose

The Goddess Cavern


I also have a blogspot for articles of a similar nature.




Raecine Ardis Wilkinson

This past weekend my son and I headed to the ocean for the first time in three months in honor of his birthday. Instead of the Maine coastline, we chose to explore Odiorne Point in Rye, NH.

The past few months have been the most difficult of my life. As I heal from decades of emotional abuse, and the most recent physical abuse of my last relationship,  major wounds have risen to the surface, asking to be acknowledged, honored and integrated.

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Connecting with the sea this past weekend in the flesh, was such a gift for both my Pisces son and myself. We reveled in the snap of cold air, as the wind and the water did their eternal New England dance together. First the whip of wind around you, then the kiss of the frothy cold water around your boots, as you run to greet the shoreline.

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Late Winter Reflections- An Icy Mirror

Wonderings on Winter, the Self, Death, Rebirth, Adversity and Dawn

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness”- Joseph Steinbeck

Whether it’s the murky water, lurking like a distant shadow beneath the silverish glistening surface of ice, or the bare twisting barks of trees, the buds struggling to form for a new year, winter is always a time of reflection, especially as the seasons are stretching, with winter spreading its tendril-ish claws into an approaching spring time with snow storms, frost and bitter winds.

This winter has been perhaps my darkest in thoughts yet, and it’s also the winter when the UK was blasted with the “Beast from the East”, Siberian winds causing unusual level of snow storms across the UK and delving us into a seeming heart of winter even though most of us are preparing for Spring.  Most people who know me know I lost my father figure last year and I’ve written briefly about it, but it has brought about major change, archetypal change, a death and a rebirth within myself and the journey is far from complete. What is it about winter that heralds this dark night of the soul so much? I’m introspective by nature so as soon as the sun recedes into the dark inky waters of the underworld so do my thoughts.

Death is a bittersweet theme for me to cover right now, its claws digging itself into my emotions and contradictorily its fingers winding and stirring my imagination, my sense of wonder. Towards the end of winter and the start of spring we stand in an unusual twilight, a place of light and dark, and I think it is at this time when animals start to emerge from their dens, their hibernation ending, when birds return from the Summer lands for the Spring, that we stand and take stock at just how much was lost over winter, at the states of nature and our garden, what has remained and what has died before things go forth and repopulate in the next season. Perhaps it is this point where we stand and take sense of what we have lost within our self this winter, this year. Last year my wound was still fresh, in fact a year ago yesterday it was the funeral of my Grand-father, I may have been empty, numb, raw, a shell, but I was still the person I was that year and had grown up as. I hadn’t processed anything, the grief had not yet changed me.

We call Winter the Death, but it is late Winter when the change happens, when we realise that death it happened, and what death actually means for us. It is the approaching of Spring where we strategise, plan what we need this new season and year, where we set our goals, our hopes our dreams for new. “New Year Resolutions” but a lot more transformative.

It is a strange vantage point, to look back at the person I was before, not knowing how to move forward into the future, who they would be, how the world could keep on spinning without him, how I could continue walking through the world and be me without him, without the belief system I had built around him, without depending on him, with having to have lost someone, with death being more than just a certainty, but an actual reality. And how harsh my view is now, how matter of fact I am that I am grieving, that a part of me died too, I have become as death, and shed a skin. That me is dead. I am in the ground, beneath the mud, creatures feeding on me, ivy growing on the spot where that me is lying. Here marks myself, my naivety, the person who no longer serves me, the person who can no longer live, as I need to live now. I need to spread my wings and leave the nest. Go forth into the world. Winter has been but a gate, Inanna descending, Spring the new. The Maiden becoming a Mother. The blood shed of Imbolc.

As a Pagan I know I love death, and the idea of rebirth. I explore it in my iconography, my mythology, my symbolism, my journey with the tarot, I explore it when I take on a new ideology, when I shift, when I heal a wound, and in fact I am guilty of glorifying the cycle of death and rebirth a little, always excited at the idea of having achieved something, of being new and who that is. Too drawn to the mysticism, of being at one with the Otherworld, obsessing on the beauty of the Phoenix, a grand rebirth. But we forget the pain of death and rebirth, focusing on the mystery instead, of the glory of Hercules’ trial, on the studying of the runes from the perspective of hanging upside down on the world tree, when actually trivialising, of envying, of glorifying the actual hardship in the TRIALS of Hercules, with not taking heed  of the PAIN of the spear. It is a thing to both relish but be WARY of death and rebirth, there is a loss involved we have to accept, and a scar we have to bare, a constant reminder of who we were, but why we can not be that person now. The necessity of surviving, of striving, of going forward.

Winter is a great time for shadow work, for introspection, reflecting on ourselves, growing, dealing with our issues. Obsidian is said to be a great psychological stone, it was sacred to many cultures and commonly used as scrying mirrors, this is because it mirrors the darkest depths of the soul, the watery subconscious, and Winter provides free natural pools, like obsidian, frozen black sheets of glass, pure rainwater crystallised where we can stop and stare into the lurking shadows of nature, the sky and our soul. The white of the ice, the snow, the paleness of skin, the bitter cold, the breath crystallising also lend imagery to death, the moment when we become frozen, the pale, the empty, the lifeless, the spirits of the Otherworld. The scenery lends itself hand in hand with this time of reflection and peering into the past.

I look back to how my mind has always been wandering windy lonely roads, “away with the fairies”, and have always had a gruesome or twisted imagination too, but have never been great with handling loss despite being kind of reclusive and a loner at times, I have a very small group of friends and my family are all cut off from itself, I didn’t mix too well at work or school at times, I have a love of the spirit world and like to explore darkness and the unknown, but when it came to the people that raised me I had a childish grip on them. I’m very childlike by nature and all though I can be reclusive I am crazy and let my inner child out a lot, and have prided myself on it, but a lesson this winter has taught me aspects of it does not serve me. When I was very young I’ve become aware no one went into much detail on death, it was a distant matter of fact thing, “Oh so and so has died”, but as I grew up, and they aged I took a small bit of notice when my Grandad would say statements such as “Oh I’m getting old” or “I can’t go doing that much anymore”, but when I reached adulthood and yes had matured in many ways (but not in others) it was then when I was recognised as an adult that he became quite open, honest, blunt, “What are you going to do when I’m gone?”, “I won’t be here forever”, “I’m a bit fed up, don’t care much if I go, I’m tired”. It was then I felt Death himself creep in, scaring me, lurking in the corners, threatening to take one of the things I loved most, and I wanted to cling to him, I became obsessed with thoughts like ‘what am I going to do when he’s gone?’, where will I be? What will happen? How will I cope? I’d find myself checking his breathing. Then the signs started, the dizzy spells, the fatigue, the weight loss, the colour seeping, and I could smell death, I could feel its current in every corner, every shadow, its lingering in doorways, waiting… waiting… I was plagued with nightmares. I would say I can smell cancer, I can feel cancer. I had always imagined it would be his heart. And naivety tried to pull me back a little when I thought I had lost him at one point, he went into hospital over his heart and dizzy spells, and my Step Dad came home that night to say he’s a goner, his heart’s mad, no way he’s going to make it, and I felt death throw its first spear into my heart. Only my Grandad recovered, in a bittersweet way, and that childish worldview of him surviving and being there for me forever tried to creep back, but it was too late, I had a piercing, and deep down, I knew death had warned me, He was real. On the 23rd February I lost him to cancer in the lymphs, in the pancreas and the stomach.

Post Imbolc is about remembering those things forgotten, as Kelly Ann Maddox states in one of her early videos on Imbolc contemplation, and the scenery is perfect for that. Snow drops emerging from a soil bed, reminding me of Snow White and the fairy tales I would read when I was younger, of old enchanting worlds whose memories, lessons and morals remain secretly hidden away into story books so parts of them will remain and not be forgotten, or be remembered from time to time. Icy water, bare twisty trees, glittery streets reminds me of older times, of the old pagan world, and the magic in the transition of the seasons. We are at the perfect balance point between night and day, light and dark, warm and hot. Neither Here or There, Betwixt and Between. Twilight, and twilight can represent the lost or forgotten, and as I mentioned earlier we in Britain have had to face “the beast of the east” this fortnight, it came over because of Siberian winds, and Siberia represents death and the forgotten to me, things long buried under the ice, from hundreds and hundreds of years ago, a land of folklore and mystery, waiting to reemerge as the world warms and the sun melts the ice, just as memories are resurfacing from the past.

That is why we are reflecting the transition of Maidenhood to Motherhood, from boyhood to adulthood, because we can reflect back on that inner child, and although we have to grow and move on, we can keep them within us, nurture them, and through that learn how to be a parent. To heal and nurture the innocent, the wounded, the vulnerable. As much as I am like a child and reflect joyfully on the snow around me, the adult is aware of the threat and danger it now holds to the old and the weak around me, how treacherous it can be in the UK compared to my tiny dusting in Wirral. Celebrating it has to be taken with a pinch of salt. Another twilight of opposites.

A lot of creatures are orphaned at this time, and more creatures are to be born. I have seen a few videos where animals save other vulnerable animals floating around the web more at this time. I also love that someone who has had a dark past can go on to become amazing mothers, fathers, pet owners, the most damaged, or the people who have had it worst, still come forward to be parents, and have that protective nature. That there can be this synchronistic love and understanding that brings out their truest loving nature. Including my husband, he has had a troubled past, and how strong his bond is with our dog, how both may appear rough or fearful to others, but both have a golden heart, and an unbreakable bond and bring out the best in each other. Light from the Darkest times. Spring from Winter. The lesson being that the worst is truly necessary for the better. That gold arises from a base nature. Nature is teaching us in what would seem the most harsh and cruel way, but the most literal and effective just how to be a parent, before we go forth and procreate. It is a time to nurture the less fortunate, and the inner child. It was as I reflecting on this very point that a pop song, “Rockabye” by Clean Bandit ft. Sean Paul and Anne-Marie started to play. I had heard the song and knew the lyrics but I heard them. It was synchronistic. It made me think how I have protected my inner child, how my parents and grand parents shielded me. My mum was a single mum and slaved away to support me and my Grandparents had a big hand in that too and I feel the warmth and gratitude as the archetypal lyrics sing their sweet lullaby “ooh love, no one’s ever going to hurt you love, I’m going to give you all of my love, no body matters like you, you’re life ain’t going to be nothing like my life, you’re going to grow and have a good life, I’m gonna do what I have to do”, not only was my mum the one who tried to keep me warm during this period of the year, and keep off the cold, I am now doing it to those past happy memories, preserving them, keeping off the cold, so my inner child can go on playing as I now adult. And I’ve always wanted to be a mother, perhaps I’ve had to mother myself, and understand my Mother and the Archetypal mother before I can become one, as the Mother now emerges with Spring, as the Goddess herself now matures and becomes Mother again.

“Call it love and devotion

Call it the mom’s adoration (foundation)

A special bond of creation”

This is the perfect time to think on the Old Man Death, and his bride the Fertile Mother Earth, emerging at Spring time, their marriage and handing over of power, as we succumb to the next step on this winding, dangerous, mysterious, beautiful, tragic, archaic, symbolic, mesmerising,  enchanting, humorous, wonderful journey of life.

Nicevenn: Goddess of Samhain

The Broom Closet

NicevennThe Middle Ages of Western Europe are commonly dated from the end of the Western Roman Empire in the 5th century until the rise of national monarchies, the start of European overseas exploration, the humanist revival, and the Protestant Reformation starting in 1517.  These various changes all mark the beginning of the Early Modern period that preceded the Industrial Revolution.

The Middle Ages are commonly referred to as the medieval period or simply medieval (sometimes spelled “mediaeval”).  Arguably the biggest milestone in history from which a true end to the Middle Ages can be dated is Humanism.  It is a broad category of active ethical philosophies that affirm the dignity and worth of all people, based on the ability to determine right and wrong by appeal to universal human qualities – particularly rationality, common history, experience, and belief.  Humanism is a component of a variety of more specific philosophical systems, and…

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The Magic of Autumn and the Equinox

Fae Rings, Acorn Spells and Fiery leaf Falls; The Mysterious Magic of Autumn

“So here are you, and here am I,

Where we may thank our gods to be;

Above the earth, beneath the sky,

Naked souls alive and free.

The autumn wind goes rustling by

And stirs the stubble at our feet;

Out of the west it whispering blows,

Stops to caress and onward goes,

Bringing its earthy odours sweet.

See with what pride the the setting sun

Kinglike in gold and purple dies,

And like a robe of rainbow spun

Tinges the earth with shades divine.

That mystic light is in your eyes

And ever in your heart will shine.”

The Pagan- George Orwell

The twilight of the year has finally approached. Day time shades of ruby reds, blazing oranges and sparkling golds bleed into midnight navies, inky blacks and iridescent silvers. The moon and sun greet and share the dominion of a darkening blue sky. People wander through a dream-like atmosphere whilst they remain awake and we know the time of the Equinox has come. We are betwixt and between, dancing a tightrope upon the day of balance, where fae and men gaze into the other’s world through the murky autumn veil. Life and Death bow before life parts and Death takes the throne. The dreaminess is oppressive and beckons us to close our eyes and open our other, animals begin to den into hibernation and leaves descend in a carousel to the floor and leave twisty, spiralling, spiky trees.

Autumn is one of the most picturesque of seasons, laced with nostalgia it speaks of pumpkin spice, long nights, sweet sticky toffee apples, home made stew warm jumpers and wellies, assaults of crashing wind and heavy rain, splashing in puddles, kicking through leaves, fairy tales and early nights, bonfires and fireworks, a thinning veil and a feel of the people who have passed before. Autumn is a transitory time that symbolises transformation in itself in the most visually recognisable way. As a Pagan, one honours the cycles of life and death, and how they are paramount to existence and are a cosmic dance here upon earth, it is how Gaia rejuvenates herself and how we pass from one existence to the next in order to learn and grow; Therefore Autumn is perhaps one of, if not my most, favourite times of year. As a child I would be conflicted, one part of me would resent the coming shortness of nights meant I would have to be home earlier but another loved the extra hours of night as my imagination would come out to play more, and as an adult that part of me has never died.

Witchcraft and autumn seem to marry so easily when one conjures images of both witches and the seasons. As Mother Nature cleans house as dead leaves and plants fall and wilt and group together in the street, one then pictures a housewife, bent over her creaky brush sweeping the leaves and debris from her porch, not too dissimilar to the older crone and her broom as a symbol for a witch. The powerful and meaningful symbol of the Celtic cauldron, another common symbol of the witch,  also harbours images of Autumn too; collecting in food, root vegetables and boiling them in the pot to make substantial warming meals for the cold nights ahead.

Autumn Fairy- Anne Stokes

Some NeoPagans and Wiccans celebrate the passing of the seasons for example the Wiccan Sabbats, also known as the Wheel of the Year. During this season the God in the form of the Oak King is sacrificed for the harvest, and in some traditions, the Holly King or the Dark God rules in his stead, therefore Autumn marks the succession, the passing from one rulership into the other.There are a few events in the season of Autumn including Mabon or Harvest Home, Feast of the Ingathering, a time of giving thanks for the harvest and for gathering new fruits of the season, and the last crops of summer and feasting in merriment. Oktoberfest took place in September another festival of drinking and feasting in merriment as well as Oschophoria, Ancient Greek festival rites held in honour of Dionysus (God of the Vine). The Norse festival of Fallfeast takes place in September and Winter Nights towards the end of Autumn. Modern Druids celebrate Alban Elfed and mark the balance between day and night, light and dark. The Christian festival of Michaelmas also occurs in Autumn and includes a lot of Pagan harvest themes such as corn dolls and harvest celebrations.

For personal craft now would be a good time to harvest natural ingredients and food from your own home if you are a gardener, or a good time to participate in home baking, experiment with breads, soups, stews, pies. The apple tree is sacred to Autumn so why not bake an Apple pie during this season and share it in festiviy? It is a season of transition so is time to get creative, sweep out and clean away the old in your home and decorate in crafty ways, use a lot of the falling foliage to make wonderful household designs from twigs, branches, acorns, nuts. towards Halloween carve your own Jack-o-Lantern with pumpkin or be extra traditional and use turnip! As Harvest is a time of celebration to wine deities why not try brewing your own mead or do some wine tasting, be merry and thankful for all you have received so far in the year. Collect some acorns, they are of the Oak which is a sacred tree connected to the God who is in his transition during Autumn so use acorns to attract good luck and fairy blessings.

Autumn is also the time for introspection. The veil is said to thin during this time and the Otherworld becomes more tangible. In mythology the Goddess descends into the underworld. In Sumerian the Goddess Inanna journeys into the underworld and so the world starts to wither and nothing grows until she ascends back and so the world is brought back to life and Spring has arrived. Similarly in Greek mythology Persephone a young fertile Goddess is kidnapped to the underworld by Hades and her Mother Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest and grain, mourns her daughter and so the earth is no longer bountiful. An agreement is made with Hades that Persephone can return to the world each year but she must return back to him for a time. When she returns the earth is fertile again and so we have the cycles of Spring and Autumn.

So as the nights get darker there is more time for rumination and meditation. It is a time to venture into the darkest parts of our mind, as Persephone and Inanna venture into the underworld, we should journey into our subconscious, and reflect on the lessons there, what in life can we give up on which no longer serves us? What can nourish us in the coming year? What have I learned this year? How can I grow? Use this time of year to learn much about yourself and your emotions and connect to the darker, or underworld deities that guide this darker half of year, and honour your own life and death cycle of inner and outer transformation. Be creative and use these reflections to inspire stories, painting, designing, sewing, anything that gets your inner artsy juices flowing. Why not try scrying? A pool, a bowl of water, crystals even a mirror are all good focus points to allow the mind to concentrate, focus and eventually lose sense of the material world to journey into the next to gain lessons and visions from the Otherworld. Always remember to ground yourself first! I like to visualise roots growing from my feet and reaching down through the floor and tying to the earth’s core so I can feel Mother Earth’s energy channeling through the roots into my veins and know that I am safe and rooted to the earth.

As the boundaries between here and the Otherworld breakdown towards the end of Autumn, culminating in Samhain, when the ancestors walk among us, use this time of year to honour your family, your ancestors, give thanks that you are here because of them and try connecting with their energies and have a feel of them. Why not make an ancestor shrine? Light a candle on Samhain and guide them home. Spend time with your relatives, especially the older ones and learn some family stories about the past, honour your lineage, and immortalise them into the stories we pass on.

Take this time to walk in nature, use the solemn solitary atmosphere of Autumn to connect with the spirits of the land, the fae, the ancestors of the Land, and sit out beside them in their energies. Leave some offerings giving thanks, home baked offerings are great for Autumn, some cakes or baked bread. Find some fairy rings and leave offerings, get to know the spirits around them. Pay attention to the birds you see, the animals that cross your path, signs or unusual feelings you feel, get to know spirit, during this time of year our perception opens so much more so you may find the spirit world seems more vocal!

I hope this article has inspired your love for autumn and given you some crafty Fall ideas!

Many Blessings!

Freya Rose


“Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, 

With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, 

Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, 

And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! 

Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, 

Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand 

Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land, 

Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! 

Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended 

So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves; 

Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended; 

Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; 

And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, 

Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!”

Autumn- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Summer Solstice and Relighting My Sun Within

The Summer Solstice: The Zenith of the Sun and the Return of the Blogger

The Summer Solstice is vast approaching and I realise I have not written in a long time. It has been a long, dark time of mourning, betwixt the Wolf Moon of January and the Snow Moon of February, I quickly and unexpectedly lost the great Pillar Stone of my life, my patriach, my earth and solar king whom I had loved, and loved me deeply, and raised me from when I was but a seedling, to the woman I am today, with his gentle nature and the care of a wise old gardner, a brilliant father figure, my grandfather. What I knew of the world, and my safety within it, was put to rest the moment he took his last breath and in the time of darkness and recluse for the soul, the animal world, my Grandad’s spirit went into hibernation, like the sun, he was in the depths below the horizon, and I was left to fend, adapt and grow in the winter of these months.

Summer Solstice, also known as Litha, marks Midsummer and is both the longest day and shortest night of the year. To Neopagans the Sun God is at the height of his virility and the Goddess is pregnant with child. The solstice is a joyous celebration of cycles, the sun rises and sets each day, and each year we mark the passage of the seasons and will flourish in times of abundance and strive through times of hardship and cold nights. The Goddess will again rebirth the Sun God after he perishes and abdicates his throne to his brother the Holly King, and we will soon be celebrating the zenith of the sun again.

Two things can be symbolised with the journey of the sun and both have a personal significance with this time in my life and the lessons I have been reminded recently, as it will for many for it is the true gift of life. The first is the eternity of the soul and the passage of life with the threefold birth-death-rebirth. The sun guides us through the day and illuminates the vivid world around us  in effervescent green and blues, nourishes the ground and feeds the plant world and revitalises the animal kingdom before it sets below the horizon and plunges us into darkness leaving us to the mercy of predators. The void and darkness hints at death in our psyche, our beloved sun who provides life is lost and nowhere to be found, and there are dangers unfortold to us as we can not see them edging around the corner without light and our life can end in a moment. As humans we fear death, the ending of our short sacred time upon earth, but the ever return of the sun offers us our security, our assurance that things can return after disappearing, that things can pass on and exist elsewhere in our cosmos. The same is true with seasons, there is a poetic beauty in spring time with fresh new blossoms, baby animals, the flux between spring rain and sunshine and then summer is full of power, promise, ecstaticness, the oak is a deep green, the grass is vibrant, the sunset is full of colour and life is at its fullest.  But like all things must they start to dwindle in autumn, the leaves age and go through a fiery montage of colour, red, brown, orange, yellow, before the branches are left bare. Animals hibernate and as the rough winter approaches only the evergreens remain and life is lucky to survive the harsh  cold temperatures.

But there lies the miracle of life, when all things seem lost, when hope has drained, when our vegetation has died and our sun seems to have eluded us, hope raises its glorious face and breaches the clouds and a new season, a new dawn, a new sun emerges once more and life on earth rejoices and is fertilised. We celebrate the Goddess and the God as they walk amongst the earth throughout our year, and give us the gift of life and spirit, we know these forces will guide and nurture our souls through this life and the lessons they teach assure us there will be a next for all things return to earth and arise from again.

The second symbol of solstice is the ascent of consciousness for as the sun reaches its zenith, so too is the mind and soul uplifted. It is believed the sun can act as a gateway between worlds and as it reaches its peak in the skies souls look upwards and aspire to journey from this world into the beyond.

Solstice is a fire festival, fire being the element symbolising spirit and ascension, and many ancient cultures marked the solstice with monuments aligning to highlight the rising of the summer sun at olstice. Bonfires are lit, wheels burned and a procession of lanters are traditional celebrations of the solstice and to brighten ones inner and outer light. The solstice is also a favoured time for weddings, a fertile month, taking place in June, named after Juno the Roman patron of Marraige.

My faith wavered earlier this year, but as the sun started to ascend towards spring time a slight feeling of joy was rekindled when I walked through his garden, the ghost of him hanging flowers, tending to saplings, a living icon of the Green Man himself to me, like a child I watched bewildered and the memories of my Grandad and his green thumb started to take life as the bird song returned and I cherished the gentle gardener teaching me how to grow sunflowers, the attention he paid to seeds, watering them, talking to them, rotating them indoors and outdoors to maintain the correct temperature, not too hot, not too cold, and all the time he smiled at me, he was letting me know for things to grow and flourish one must care for them, be attentive, guide them, as the sun does for all life, as the Green Man tends the forest and the Goddess tends all living things. I started to hear his voice, he began to reappear in dreams as the sun broke through the windows. And slowly but surely this empty shell of a girl started to find herself again. Now the summer has returned and the Sun is reaching its zenith, and though I doubted shortly, my belief has returned again.

Today, clearing out his greenhouse to make space for tomato plants that he had ordered before christmas, we found a growbag at the back, abandoned in a corner, from a few summers past. It should have been withered like the others, old, dead, unwatered and threw in a corner away from the sun, a rare thing as it was considering he used to throw out the contents of the bag and renew them the next year, we found it bursting with forming perennial plants, a living symbol of the return of life. Although we could not see him, although he wasn’t physically tending his garden, his nature, his spirit, has and will return again, the summer sun renewing its life.

 I know now, like the deities that guide us in spirit world, my Grandad walks hand in hand beside me, whispering to me, still tending to me like the Gentle Gardener he is, like the Green Man, and that like all things, he may have perished but he awaits the next step in the Grand cycle, rebirth, and that maybe not in this life, soon I will see him again and hug him once more. The sun will shine down again, Summer has returned. And will return.

In Loving Memory of a Gentle Giant x

Full Wolf Moon Ritual

Wolf Moon- Full Moon Ritual

Also known as: Chase Moon, Moon of Little Winter, Cold Moon, Snow Moon, Quiet Moon

Today is the full moon of January, 2017. It is known as the Wolf moon in Native American tradition as this moon would appear in a time of winter and scarcity and the wolves could be heard howling outside of Native American Settlements. There is plenty of associations of wolves and the more in folklore and mythology, most notable the lore of the werewolf turning man into wolf.

A January moon speaks of new beginnings, protection, new intentions, manifesting your new goals. Now is the time to act for change. This is a good time to meditate, visualise whom you want to become and what change you wish to see in your life or in the world.

Now is a significant time to make change for the Moon is in Cancer, a water sign (like the moon), governed by the moon, making the timing more significant, which governs emotions and healing and meditation making this a great time for learning lessons, healing wounds, transmuting your emotions, and manifesting new beginnings as in numerology 2017 is a time of a big shift, a new transition, a new beginning for many so the time for change, for manifestation is definitely now so fix your intentions and manifest change!

The day of this moon is Thursday, Thors-day, governed by Jupiter it is a time of goal setting, prosperity, achieving your intentions and action so use this active, achieving energy to increase the power of your spell.

Full  moon magic is great for spiritual magic, enhancing psychic abilities, dream walking or achieving lessons in dreams, meditations, divination and a great time to direct energy into those things which are priority like careers, or healing. The moon in cancer makes great nurturing energy so healing will be in abundance.

For my full moon ritual I placed corresponding icons on my altar including Thor, for the day of the week, and the Goddesses linked to the moon, Artemis and Isis, which I felt would assist me in my healing and in manifesting my aspirations. I put a statue of the wolf on my altar paying homage to the totem animal and its energies along with white candles to manifest the healing energies of the moon. I had a vessel of moon water, water which I had blessed and left outside to soak in some moonlight, for anointing, cleansing and as an offering to Lady Moon, Selene, Isis.

I included a prayer to wolf, and a reading of the love between wolf and moon to fit with the Native American Lore and to get in the spirit of the “wolf moon”, I also included an incantation of the Lunar Queen from one of my favourite oracle decks the Isis Oracle deck by Alana Fairchild.

Incantation of The Lunar Queen by Alana Fairchild

The Lunar Queen Lady Isis, Goddess of Night,

Help me now to follow the neutral Light,

Of the Shining Moon in all her flow

I release force and fear, help me let go

Guided by the Full Moon Now I am open to receive great boon

**(please note the incantation actually says Crescent moon but I have adapted it for this incantation)**


To close the ceremony I made my offering to the earth and the moon and then (as funny as it is ^_^) howled at the moon in the spirit of the wolf.

Here is a little list of Wolf Moon correspondence and some information on the wolf totem:


Animals: Fox, Coyote, Wolf

Colours: Black, blue-violet, brilliant white

Deities: Chang-O, Freyja, Hera, Inanna, Sarasvati, Artemis, Selene, Isis, Nature Spirits

Flowers: Crocus, Snowdrop, Thistle, Nuts, Willow

Stones: Selenite, Moonstone, Opal, Garnet, Jet, Onyx

“To understand totem wolf symbols, one must first understand the heart of the Wolf. This takes time because the Wolf has had to endure many false stereotypes, misconceptions and misunderstandings.

Not at all the picture of ferocity or terror, the Wolf is a creature with a high sense of loyalty and strength. Another misconception is that of the “lone wolf.” To the contrary, the Wolf is actually a social creature, friendly, and gregarious with its counterparts.

The Wolf is an incredible communicator. By using touch, body movements, eye contact as well as many complex vocal expressions – the wolf makes his point understood. Those with totem wolf symbols are of the same inclination – they are expressive both vocally and physically. Those who have the wolf as their totem animal are naturally eloquent in speech, and also have knack for creative writing” Sourced from:

Full moon blessings!

Freyja Rose )O(

Journeying with the Scarlet Goddess

The Lantern Light Down a Winding Road


What follows is a series of images I received whilst gazing at a chalice of water, perhaps it is simply a meditation, perhaps it was water scrying, perhaps I just have a vivid imagination but the images were so striking, colourful and vibrant they have imprinted on my mind’s eye, and there they shall remain. I have been inspired to share these with you and hope you shall enjoy.

The way the light refracts into seven rays, red, orange, yellow, blue, green, indigo and violet, around the rim of the glass is the first thing to catch my attention and then I am drawn to the small stream of bubbles, rising in dancing glee, and popping at the surface. It’s a calming sight, and one that adds a merry persona to the spirit of water sprites.

Through a bubble I see a gold light distort and suddenly it is as if I am gazing at the sun and so the vision begins. The sun becomes partially obscured as if a bird has flew in front and then I am focused on a swan in flight, a beautiful, graceful bird of pure white. The sky starts to darken and the sun turns into a moon in the background and the swan becomes a deep scarlet red. My eyes blur as the wings continue to move in rhythmic motion and then the swan disperses into mist, becoming red bubbles itself. I watch as these bubbles drift on the wind across the starry sky lit by silver moonlight and slowly fall merrily towards earth. They float across a dark forest, the tips of the spiky trees glowing like silver cones, and my gaze focuses on a winding forest road breaking through the trees and a warm fiery light comes into view. The bubbles gather together around the fire light and form a woman cloaked in a red robe walking towards me holding her lantern outright.

Her eyes are dark and piercing and her hair a deep red. She has a presence, the earth kisses her feet as she walks and the animals and stars stare in adoration, she has seen a thousand suns and is upon the breath of every spoken and unspoken word. She is beauty, grace and strength. Wild and majestic but graceful and regal. She is the blood of the moon and our cycles and the soul at the center of rubies. She has a twinkle in her eye and a smile teases across her lips as she holds her finger to her mouth as we stare at each other motioning for me to still, shush and pay attention.

She holds the lantern to me and the lantern explodes into the image of a phoenix, the phoenix calls, rises and creates an ouroborus around us, binding me to her before the flames engulf one another and a ring of ash settles upon the floor. The woman stays alight, the fires of enlightenment burning within her and casting a golden glow.

Before my eyes I see the burning rune Kenaz, the rune of “torch”, enlightenment. As it clears and I try to focus on her suddenly her head splits into twelve lions, staring off into different directions and from her cloak three black wolves step out, one directly in front of, and one either side of her and a snake coils from her feet and winds around her, circling her, hissing as the lions roar. The wolves howl, their calls reaching the moon and I feel it reverberate into my bones, they chorus an ancient song, one I do not know the words of, as the Goddess’ face returns and her fingers dip into the soil, they emerge soaked in blood and she reaches forward, drawing a ring upon, in the center of my forehead, as if I am being anointed, reborn, initiated into her mysteries. Her body ripples as I am suddenly staring at her reflection upon the black waters of a river. The wind carries ashes around me and they descend upon the waters as in the reflection the goddess turns and departs through a set of heavy doors, down into the underworld.

The vision ends.

I am sure there are many layers and interpretations to this vision, spiritual, historical, folklore and I know I have not learned or know them all yet but I do know this vision teaches me to step into my self worth and my own divinity, I have been gifted with time upon this earth and whilst I am here it is my duty to look after her for she is sacred. I know it reminds me the Goddess was worshiped in many ancient cultures and she is still active in this world today. It teaches me to not fear, but explore the darkness, both externally, and in my subconscious as that is where the true mysteries lie. It teaches me that cycles and mankind are sacred and that we should all live in harmony with nature. And furthermore she invites me to delve deeper, develop a more personal connection with her and continue to meditate, to learn the ways of the old.