Coven of the Triple Goddess

Coven of the
Triple Goddess

Blessed Maiden, Mother and Crone


Random Thoughts

Found here are a collection of poems, thoughts and stories that I have collected thru the years. Some pieces are signed and the author is given full credit, others are not. If ANY of these pieces are yours, and you can show me the proof of your copyright, I will give you the full credit you so rightly deserve.

Gaea Bleeds
Ages gone and eons past,
before the stars were formed,
when emptiness was dark and vast,
from Chaos Nature's born.

Ancient Gaea, Mother Earth,
bore sons, the Sea and Sky.
Then plants and beasts did venture forth,
under Nature's watchful eye.

Time marched on, as Time will do.
Mankind came on the scene.
Primitive, but still he knew,
the bounty Nature brings.

Still, Time rolled on as ever in seasonal rebirth.
Man revered the Mother,
and cared for all on Earth.

Man progressed and mechanized,
polluting Sea and Sky.
He raped and pillaged Mother Earth,
ignoring Nature's cries.

Gaea watched Her children well,
providing for their needs.
But Mankind threw Her gifts away,
and now poor Gaea bleeds.

~Diane Jones~
October 9, 1997



13 Goals of a Wiccan

1. Know yourself
2. Know your Craft
3. Learn
4. Apply knowledge with wisdom
5. Achieve balance
6. Keep your words in good order
7. Keep your thoughts in good order
8. Celebrate Life
9. Attune with the cycles of the Earth
10. Breathe and eat correctly
11. Exercise the body
12. Meditate
13. Honor the Goddess and God

~Author Unknown~



The Wise Woman's Stone

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime.

But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious."

"Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."

~Author Unknown~



Heaven

A pagan died and much to her surprise found herself facing St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. He greeted her, "Hello and Welcome." She stared at St. Peter in confusion. "Wait a minute, I was supposed to end up in the Summerlands."
He smiled, "You must be one of our Pagan sisters. Follow me." St. Peter gestured for her to follow and turned down a small path that went through the gates and meandered to the left. They walked for a short while, then St. Peter stepped the side and gestured her forward.
Looking past his hand she saw the verdant fields and forests of her desired Summerlands. She saw people dancing, feasting and making merry just as she expected. While shaking her head in wonder, the Pagan happened to glance over to one side and saw a small group of people a short way away form the edge of the Summerlands. The people in the group were watching the revelers, but not joining them. Instead, they were screaming and weeping piteously.
The Pagan looked at St. Peter. "Who are those people?" St Peter replied, "Them? They're the Fundamentalists. They're a bit surprised to see you all here, so they stand there and carry on like that all day." "Why? Don't they have better things to do?" St. Peter leaned on spiratorially toward her. "They don't really have a choice. They're actually in Hell."
"God doesn't like being told what He thinks."

~Author Unknown~



Magickal Names

A magickal name can be most powerful if it is obtained using Gematria (the magick of numbers and letters). Here is a general guide:

* 1= A J S
* 2= B K T
* 3= C L U
* 4= D M V
* 5= E N W
* 6= F O X
* 7= G P Y
* 8= H Q Z
* 9= I R

This is only one form of Gematria, there are many out there. The number of the name you come up with should equal the combination of your birthday.

Example, say your birthday is June 23 1947

6+2+3+1+9+4+7=32= 3+2=5

Your magical name would be most powerful if it added up to equal 5. You add up your name the same way the birthday was added up using the number code at the top for the numerals.

~Unknown Source~



This poem was written by Raven's daughter for a school project on Racism & Prejustice.

In my room, there is a box,
a box of crayons, sixty-four to be exact,
not counting the broken pieces.

There is no fighting among the colors;
they just live peacefully in the box.

Red lives with orange and yellow, as her neighbors.
Blue lives peaceably between lime and tangerine.

Sixty-four unique and individual colors,
all together in one box.
No wars over who is prettier or more special.
No arguments over who should live where,
or with whom.
Even the broken pieces are chosen as needed,
to complete my latest work of art.

Now imagine,
if the world we live in were like a box of crayons,
and we all just got along...

Melinda~Catherine



Pooh Ritual

Under the bright full moon, in the grove at the center of the Hundred Acre Wood, the celebrants come together. Pooh, as summoner, bids them to enter into the sacred place. One by one, they file in and take their places around the fire. And they wait, and wait and wait, and wait.

"Oh Bother!" says Pooh. "Our High Priest is not here. However can we hold our ritual tonight?" And they wait some more. Then they hear a crash, and a crash and a crash and a crash, and out of the brush explodes the High Priest.

"Wooohooohooohooo!!! Never fear! The night is clear, and Tigger's here! Tiggers run on Pagan Standard time you know! Now let the ritual begin!!!"

He looks to his left, and takes Rabbit's hand. "Hand to hand this circle is cast." Rabbit turns to his left, to Owl. "Hand to hand, this circle is cast." Owl turns, and reaches down to Piglet. "Ahem. Now from hand to hand, in a most wondrous way, a way that has a history that stretches back into the dawn of time, to when ..." "Oh yes. To you Piglet, hand to hand the circle is cast". Piglet turns to Eeyore. "Hand to...uh....er...em." "I don't have any hands. I guess I'm messing things up once again." Eeyore pouts. Piglet, though he is a little fellow, feels up to any challenge. "Ww w w w well then, hand to ear the circle is cast my friend."
And so, on it goes.
"Woohoohoohoo!!!" says Tigger. "The circle is cast, our sacred space is whole. So Mote it Be!! Woohoo!!" "So Mote it Be!" reply the others.

"And now, why don't we invite the elements to join us in our celebration tonight? Rabbit?"

Rabbit: "Guardians of the North, Element of Earth, wonderful earth that gives forth carrots, oh beauteous, joyous, wonderful carrots, I invite you to join us in our celebration tonight. Hail, and Welcome!"
"Hail and Welcome!" repeats the group.
Owl: "Ahem!!! Guardians of the East, Element of Air, the spirit of our intelligence and wisdom, of which I of course am a prime example, well read and studious as I am, a font of knowledge as it were, the source for any information you may need, the..." "Ahem, er, yes, Element of Air, we invite you to join us tonight. Hail and Welcome!"
"Hail and Welcome!" repeats the group.
Piglet: "G g g guardians of the South, Element of Fire, I invite you to join us tonight. I know I'm a little Piglet, but I have a b b b big voice, and an even b b b bigger heart, s s so I know you' will hear m m m me. H h h h hail and Welcome!"
"Hail and Welcome!" repeats the group.
Eeyore: "Oh. I guess it's my turn. Not that anyone would really listen to me, but it's my job so I'll do it. Guardians of the West, Element of Water, I suppose I should ask you to join us tonight. And I'll probably get all wet, and have to walk around all night, smelling like wet fur. Oh well, Hail and Welcome I suppose".
"Hail and Welccome!" repeats the group.

"Woohoohoohoo!!! Now, if our sister Kanga can call upon the Lady?"
Kanga: "Blessed Lady, Goddess of the moonlight, Mother of us all who keeps us as Joeys in the pouch of Her world. Oh, now Roo, you mustn’t do that. You mustn’t play with the cleansing oil like that."
"But Mama......"
"Now Roo, behave. Thank you. Now, Blessed Mother, you know what children are like, so I'll just go ahead and invite you to join with us and lend your spirit to this joyous night. Hail and Welcome".
"Woohoohoohoo!!!. The circle is cast. The Lady is with us. Ain't it just grand?"

Tigger raises his arms to the sky, and starts to twirl, and starts to bounce, and twirls and bounces, twirls and bounces, deosil around the circle.
"Woohoohoohoo!!! The wonderful thing about witches is witches is wonderful things. They dance, they prance, they clap and sing! They live a life of joy, peace and fun. But, the most wonderful thing about witches is...I AIN'T the only one!

The wonderful thing about witches, is witches is wonderful folks. They're serious when needed, but always quick with jokes. They honor the Lord, they honor the Lady. They love to lie in a field and bask in the sun, or under a tree where it's shady. But, the most wonderful thing about witches is, I AIN'T the only one!

The wonderful thing about witches, is witches have wonderful souls. Their hearts will swell, they make folks well, and around campfires, stories tell. They're happy, clappy, sometimes sappy, and when they don't ground right, they're often zappy, but the most wonderful thing about Witches is........I....AIN'T....The.....Only.....One!!! Woohoohoohoohoo!!! Blessed Be!"
"Blessed Be!" repeats the group.

"Oh, bother" says Pooh. "That is so silly. This is a ritual. I don't think we're supposed to be silly, are we?"
"Au contraire my dear Pooh. Woohoohoo!!!. We are willy nilly, and silly, but we are celebrating the joy in our hearts, the zest for life that we have, the energy that we share. We heal our souls with happy fun, we set our spirits free to run, we live the beauty of the moon and sun. We're witches you know. hehehehe. Now, please bring forth the bread, wine and honey so we can complete our blessed night".

"Oh, Bother" says Pooh. "The honey jar seems to be empty. I know there was some here, when I checked its taste before ritual. Where ever could it have gone? I guess I've ruined the ritual now. Oh bother."
"Woohoohoohoo, Christopher Robin is right you know, you really ARE a silly old bear. We're together, with each other and with the Lady. Honey would be nice I'm sure, but our ritual was good and lovely and pure. Perhaps next time tho, you could bring two jars? Woohoohoohoo!!! Now, take this cup, and take this bread, and with all being done and said, we are sisters and brothers, from last to first. May you never hunger, may you never thirst. Woohoohoohoo!!!"
And so the cup is passed, and the bread to share, and not one thought given to a worldly care.

"Woohooohoohoo!!! And now, let us end our Full Moon Ritual. Kanga?"
Kanga: "Thank you Tigger, and for behaving yourself, thank you Roo".
"Oh, Mama!!"
Kanga: "Blessed Lady, we thank you for your presence with us tonight, though like the good Mother you are, you are always with us, at least in our hearts. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell!"
"Hail and Farewell!" repeats the group.
Eeyore: "Well, Water, I didn't think you'd come, but I guess it's nice that you did. Go if you must, and you probably will, stay if you want to. Hail and Farewell!"
"Hail and Farewell!" repeats the group.
Piglet:”Element of Fire, I kn kn knew you would listen to my c c c call. Thank you for c c c coming. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell!"
"Hail and Farewell!" repeats the group.
Owl: "Ahem!! Element of Air, I knew that you would come, as I'm wont to know so many things, but I thank you none the less. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell!"
"Hail and Farewell!" repeats the group.
Rabbit: "Element of Earth, provider of carrots and cabbages and many great thing, I thank you for coming tonight. Go if you must, stay if you will. Hail and Farewell!"
"Hail and Farewell!" repeats the group.

"Woohoohoohoo!!! Just one more thing to do!! As hand to hand the circle was cast, or hand to ear, or ear to hand, or from me to you and you to me, it's time from hand to hand the circle set free".

Tigger turns to Pooh. "Hand to hand, the circle is opened." And so in widdershins, on it goes.
"Woohoohoohoo, and now we're thru. Unlike my furniture, and many other things as well, the circle is open, yet never broken. So Mote It Be!!!"
"So Mote It Be!!!" shouts the group.

Tigger starts to bounce, the others to smile and look about. "Now, music laughter and dance, this is it, this is your chance. Tiggers are excellent drummers you know. Wohoohoohoo!!!!"

And the sounds of drumbeats and laughter are heard all thru the night and all thru the Hundred Acre Wood.

~Author Unknown~

**Just a short note on this Pooh Ritual. This was received by Raven via e-mail. It had been forwarded many, many times and the original author could not be ascertained. If you know of the ORIGINAL author of this work, please contact Raven.


Here is a little Parlor Trick that was picked up many years ago in my travels. I don't normally do these kinds of things, but I find this one fun. You don't even need to be of the magickal sort to perform it (that's why it's a Parlor Trick).

Use a normal deck of cards

1. Have the person you are doing the reading for, shuffle the cards twice.
2. Cut the deck in half yourself and put the top half in the back of the deck.
3. Ask the age of the person and count out that many cards and place them in the back of the deck.
5. Have the person ask you a yes or no question.
6. Again, count out the same number of cards as before and the last card will be your answer card.

Red = yes
Black = no



Here is a little something my friend Janet sent me, I do not know who the original author is, but I thought is was funny, so I have included it here. Thanks Janet!!

IF BILL GATES WROTE A BOOK ON WICCA

~ The book would be called Windows to the Goddess

~ Iconology would be a major chapter

~ A revised edition would be released approximately every 6 months,without which your magick would no longer work

~ Your broom would crash at least once a week

~ Cauldrons would be called recycle bins

~ A Book of Shadows would be called a Folder of Magick

~ A free high-speed connection spell would come with every book

~ Every now & then your circle would collapse & you would have to perform the re-boot ritual to get it working again

~ If you used the more powerful NT Magick, all circles within a 5 mile radius would go down

~ At least once a month you would have to re-install your spells into your Folder of Magick

~ You would have to use a start ritual to exit your circle












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