Pagan World Times

First Edition, Issue 2 March - 2013 Aquarius
Pagan World Times
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The Editor’s Corner
Greetings Readers!
Lindsay
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When we last spoke, we were getting ready to make our transition from the Correllian Times to the
Pagan World Times. Well, after some bumps, bruises and lots of hard work, here we are! No
change is easy, and this one has been no exception. Just in time for Ostara, we are bringing you
our first effort under our new heading.
I hope you are all well? As winter winds down for so many of us, we look in anticipation toward
the renewal of the days, darkness coming later each evening and the return of the warm sun on our
cheeks. So often, the dark half of the year can bring illness and that cooped-up feeling to so many.
As the days lengthen, we think ahead to the gardens we want to plant, the clothes we can’t wait to
pull back out of the depths of the closet and the friends we hope to spend time with. Change is
afoot. Spring is coming!
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Table of Contents
With that, I will leave you until next time. Don’t forget to message me with ideas, questions or submissions. I’m always
happy to hear from each and every one of you.
Editor’s Corner
News
Ing’s March Tarot Reading
Ostara Celebrations
Ocean Depths
Visions of the Past
Confessions of a Wiccan Mom
Faemore’ s Fancy
Haunted Locations
Mystic Meanderings
Inspired Visions
Words of the World
Ing’s Personal Tarot
Readings
Games
Children's Corner

Wicca: Now A Legitimate Religion
You read the title of this article and it caught your eye. It’s something we already
knew, but now you are curious as to who else knows about it. Well wonder no
more. As I said before Wicca has now been validated as a religion … at least in
bookstores. Now as a Barbadian practitioner of Wicca, the few times I’ve gone
perusing the sections and shelves of Barnes & Nobles, it meant very little to me
where the books on Wicca and Gods and Faeries were located. I just wanted to get
my hands on as many as I could before I had to hop on a plane back home. However,
for all of our America-based readers and fellow Wiccans, this is absolutely
brilliant news!
The BISAC codes for books on Wicca have been changed, modifying how the
subject of Wicca will be categorized from now on, and where you will now find it
when you go browsing for books. You will look in the Occult/ Body, Mind &
Spirit/ New Age sections no more. Instead, you will head straight for the Religion
section, and there next to literature on Christianity and Judaism, Hinduism and
Islam, you will find books on Wicca! Wiccan literature bumping spines with
books about every major world religion on the planet! In the eyes of the
bookselling industry, Wicca is now a religion. As far as spiritual paths go, this one
is no longer considered crazy and satanic. How surreal is that? And it’s about time
too.
To be perfectly clear, Wicca is now categorized under two separate BISAC codes.
The marginally modified yet original code of OCC026000 Body, Mind & Spirit/
Witchcraft and the brand new code of REL118000 Religion/Wicca. A very thin
line, as I personally know many witches who consider witchcraft every bit a religion
as Wicca and others still who do not. For some the craft is naught more than
a practice, whereas for others it is synonymous with Wicca and a spiritual way of
life. Furthermore the BISAC codes for Paganism and Neo-Paganism have also
changed from OCC036020 Body, Mind & Spirit/Spirituality/Paganism & Neo-
Paganism to REL117000, or Religion/Paganism & Neo-Paganism. We have been
saying this for over fifty years, and someone, somewhere has listened.
There are no codes yet for Druidism or Heathenry which is a disservice to those
shopping for literature on these subjects, as it relegates them to picking through all
of the Paganism section to find whatever it is they are looking for. However, with
By: Rev. Faemore Lorei
all of the honest and hard work we have put in, as individuals who walk pagan
pathways and groups that practice alternate religions, it is only a matter of time
before Druidism and Heathenry are coded as legitimate religions as well.
Now that we’ve done our happy dances and cheers and woops for Wicca and its
practitioners, we’ve also got to consider the possible fall out of this most marvelous
and momentous happening. Will the bookstores want to carry religious texts
on Wicca as far as sales and profits go? Even if it is a religion, is Wicca mainstream
enough to be a feasible source of revenue for our local Borders or Barnes
& Noble? As far as the generation of income goes are Wiccan books going to sell
as well as Judeo-Christian literature, and is it worth the risk of investment on the
part of the store?
I say only if we get in those stores and buy those books. Once a week, just go
book browsing. Consider it a silent thank you to the gods for the sweet, unsuspected
providence of having Wicca validated in the religious section of your local
bookstore. If you have been meaning to read more literature about your religion as
a Wiccan practitioner, consider it a blessing to be able to say with your purchase,
“Yes. Wicca is mainstream enough to be stocked in your store.” And if like me
you love to devour books for breakfast, lunch and dinner, consider it a pleasure to
splurge and expand your personal library. If you can’t go book shopping once a
week then how about once every paycheck? Whatever you can do, give back, because
make no mistake about it, a gift has been given to us here.
And it’s a gift that keeps on growing. Now when our peers, colleagues and community
ask us what religion we practice, and we answer Wicca, they will in the
very least have a schema for what the Holly King we are talking about, because
they saw that word just the other day on the front of a book next to the Holy Bible
in the Religion section at Borders. They might have even picked it up and read the
synopsis on the back. It will no longer be the strange, occult text over there in the
dark, demonic corner of the store. The seeds of legitimation have been sown. May
they be well-harvested. Personally, I look forward very much too visiting Barnes
& Noble and browsing the Religion section for books on my spirituality. Thanks
to the virtues of virtual shopping I can even do it online right here from Barbados!
Never forget. It is such a gift. Use it well.

By: Jamie Scott
Sigil for the Order of the Peony
Up Close with the Correllian Order of the Peony
For Lady Anna Rowe, head of the Order of the Peony, the Peony, flower of the Correllian Tradition, seemed a fitting
name for the flower-oriented Order. The peony also serves as the Order’s symbol. For anyone interested in
flowers or gathering information on all the various flowering plants and discovering their uses in aromatherapy,
ritual, magic, folklore, etc., they can find it within the Order of the Peony.
“Those interested in flowers may contribute and share their knowledge of the use of flowers, especially when used
in magic and ritual, and have a comprehensive list of flower meanings and how to use them,” said Rowe.
Rowe said the goal of the Order of the Peony is to “become a comprehensive place for accessing all information
about flowers for use in Wicca
and witchcraft.”
Up Close and Personal with Lady Anna
Though the Order is for informational
purposes, it is also memberbased.
Currently, there are a small
number of members located on the
Order’s Ning site and yahoo
group.
Rowe is currently the sole-contributor of information to the Order, but would
like for members to add their own knowledge in as well.
“[The Order] does need to be more active membership-wise and for members
to contribute information. Membership is free to anyone who wishes to join,
but as with any group, it is only as good as its members make it,” said Rowe.
Anyone wishing to join the Order of the Peony can go to either the Ning site or
the yahoo site and request membership. If anyone would like to just send information
for inclusion on the website Rowe said she would be grateful.
Lady Anna Rowe’s email is: anna@ofthecraft.com
Web site: http://peony.ofthecraft.com/
Ning group: http://correlliantradition.ning.com/group/order-of-the-peony
Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OrderOfThePeony/
In Carlton Colville, just outside the coastal
town of Lowestoft in Suffolk County, United Kingdom,
Lady Anna Rowe finds herself immersed in
work for the Correllian Tradition and Witchschool
International. Beyond these duties, however, in seldom-found
free time, a wide variety of interests vie
for her attention.
In addition to a love of gadgets and new electronics,
Rowe enjoys jigsaw puzzles, gardening, and
needle working, especially petit point. Because of her
fondness for reading, she tries to read every night before
bed. Science fiction/fantasy is one of her favorite
genres, and Terry Pratchett and Tom Holt are among
her favorite authors. She has a collection of books on
the occult, spiritual topics, Wicca/witchcraft, ancient
Rt. Rev. Anna Rowe,
Head of the Order of the Peony
Image: Lady Anna
Egypt, particularly those on the goddess Isis, and some of HP Blavatsky’s
works due to her interest in theosophy.
Her current reading selection is “Time: The Ultimate Energy” by Murray
Hope. A fascination with time has manifested in Rowe’s adoration of
clocks, a large assortment of which can be found throughout her home along
with her collection of crystals and tarot decks.
Keeping her company at home is a Cairn terrier called Mysti and two
female cats, a tabby named Starlight and a black and white named Pixie.

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Temple Profiles Each
By: Jamie Scott
Many years ago, Rev. Olivia Watts vowed to be Deity’s eyes and voice in this life. As she continued on her path in life and into the Tradition, it seemed
a logical extension of that vow to become leader of a temple. Now, Watts is the temple head of Aurora Australis, the only active temple in Australia. As
such, Watts wanted the temple’s name to reflect both the temple’s purpose and homeland.
“Aurora Australis is Latin for ‘Light of the Southern Land,’ or, more commonly, ‘Southern Lights,’ and that immediately felt right to us,” Watts said.
Watts said Aurora Australis’ symbol has a simple, but elegant design. It depicts a green (for Mother Earth) pentacle on a pure white background. The
night sky’s darkness is represented by an outer black circle, which is studded with four golden suns (for the solar sabbats), and four silver moons (for the
lunar sabbats).
The temple seeks to provide a home in Australia for everyone who seeks to know Deity, to promote their path and Tradition, and to enhance interfaith
ties. They also seek to strengthen the legal standing of Wicca as a valid and vital religion for the purposes of Australian legislation such as the Marriage
Act.
“In our Temple we welcome all people, regardless of sex, sexuality, race, color or previouslyheld
beliefs. All we ask is that all come seeking to know Deity more personally and are willing
to work harmoniously within the Temple to achieve this,” Watts said.
Though currently located in Junction Village, Victoria, Australia, the temple will soon be
moved to a new house in Cranbourne East, Victoria, Australia. It will have a 6 meter by 5 meter
space dedicated to teaching and ritual purposes.
“We celebrate all the Sabbats and hold regular teaching sessions. Once the new home is constructed
we plan on expanding both the type and number of activities we offer,” Watts said.
There are a number of distance students for whom the temple provides contact and framework
for their lessons and rituals, and a regular attendance of a dozen outer court members. Members
are actively encouraged to bring their own wisdom and teachings to be included within the Correllian
Framework.
“I, myself, proudly bring aspects of Koori (Australian Aboriginal) Dreamtime spirituality into
Circle and thank the traditional ancestors of this land each time Circle is cast,” Watts said.
Rev. Watts is High Priestess of the temple and is in charge of all temple functions. Reverend
Citrine, a Second Degree Priestess working toward 3rd degree, and Reverend Perry Byrnes, a
First Degree Priest actively working towards Second Degree are next in command.
month Correllian News Reporter Jamie Scott will profile one chartered full
Correllian Temple. This month Jamie focuses on
Aurora Australis and Rev. Olivia Watts
Sigil for Aurora Australis

Temple Profiles
By: Jamie Scott
Watts called them invaluable in performing the temple’s daily
operations and hopes when the time comes to hand down the
reins of power that they will take over seamlessly.
For more information about the Aurora Australis
Temple or membership, please email Rev. Olivia Watts at
rev.olivia.watts@gmail.com visit the temple at
http://www.meetup.com/Aurora-Australis-Temple/ or
on Facebook.
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Up Close and Personal…..
with Revered
Olivia Watts
Reverend Olivia Watts, head
of the Aurora Australis Temple,
is a passionate person in
a multitude of areas, starting
with one you may not expect:
sports. Watts has to
abstain from participating in
sports due to a disability that
keeps her wheelchair-bound,
but it doesn’t stop her from
supporting her favorite
teams.
“I’m a huge fan of Australian
football and support the
Sydney Swans, who won this
Rev. Olivia Watts,, HPS
year’s Premiership. I’m also
Head of the Church of the Circle in the Oaks
a huge Cheese Head- go
Image: Self
Packers! My favorite players
are B.J. Raji, Clay Matthews, and Aaron Rodgers,” Watts said.
Beyond the sports arena, Watts enjoys spending time with her cat Australian Myst Queen
of Nubia (Nubi for short) and relishing curries and spicy foods, along with the occasional
macaroni and cheese. She has a fondness for reading Sci Fi, Fantasy, and Horror novels,
and owns an impressive collection of books on both her iPad (totaling more than 3,000)
and a physical library collection of close to 2,000.
Watts also has a small collection of Greek and Roman coins, some of which are up to
2,500 years old.
“Imagine the feeling of history holding something like that gives you,” Watts said.
Her passionate personality carries over to her beliefs, as well. She considers her stubbornness
and determination to be among her strongest characteristics.
“I am a loyal friend and try to live Deity, not just worship or follow them, so I’d hope
I’m setting a good example to others in their lives.”

Ing’s Monthly Reading — March 2013
By: Rev. John (Ing) Snodgrass, HP
You should take note that that the month
of March has been divided into 5
increments –the first 4 are 7 days long
and the last increment is 3 days long.
The deck of Tarot Cards I am using is “The
Norse Tarot” by Clive Barrett… a very
beautifully illustrated deck steeped in imagery
based on Norse Mythology.
Note: Although I show all the Tarot Cards in
their Upright position - their true position is
noted under the individual card and in the
card meanings.
The First 7 Days: 03 - 1 to 03 - 7
(Card1)
Illustration: A Viking warrior captain
stands at the prow of his
ship surrounded by his
crew. They are returning
victorious from their
adventures at sea. A shield
divided into six segments,
representing the sun and
its fire aspect, hangs over
the side of the ship.
The First 7 Days of March finds the 6 of
Wands card in its Reversed position … Six is
a number of balance and resolution, after the
upset of the Five, comes the quiet and problem
solving of six. Reversed, however, it suggests
that any answers and rewards are being
somehow postponed, or kept away altogether.
The 6 of Wands is often called the “victory
card” as it is all about success, applause and
accolades. The energy that we put into our
endeavor has paid off and we have won.
Reverse this and we can easily see several
interpretations: a defeat rather than a win, or
most likely that something has gotten in the
way of our victory. Either the victory has been
delayed, or if outright achieved -- we will not
get the acclaim it should have earned us.
The message of the 6 of Wands card for this
week – Many during this week will find
themselves tested and even when they win out
and over the situation, they will only come
away feeling rightly cheated of the satisfaction
and honors they ought to have gotten for all
their hard work.
The Second 7 Days: 03 - 8 to 03 - 14
(Card 2)
Illustration: The Sun, the bright daughter
of Sol, outshines her
mother as she reveals her
glory to the earth below.
The Sun’s beneficial
rays pour down, giving
warmth to the earth and
within the ground life
begins to stir. Flowers
rise and show their rich
colors; the trees laden
with fruit reach up towards the sky.
The Second 7 Days of March finds The
Sun card in her Upright position… The Sun
represents your inner light, civilized and
rational, while the Moon represents your inner
darkness, the wild, untamed, unconscious part
of your being -- these are the yang to yin of
your personality.
The Sun symbolizes discoveries made while
wide awake, just as the Moon symbolizes
inspiration to be found in ones dreams.
The Sun also promises us our day of glory,
triumph, simple pleasures and truths, to come.

The message of The Sun card for this week
– Too much of any good thing can do you as
much harm as good, just as just enough sun
can leave you beautifully suntanned, but a few
more minutes and you get burned, or saying
this another way -- there is a risk this week of
any of us to become so caught up in the bright
and cheery that we ignore what is possibly
hiding in the shadows. And that is where
any true danger can breed, hidden and safely
growing, until it is ready to strike out at us
from our blind side.
The Third 7 Days: 03 - 15 to 03 - 21
(Card 3)
Illustration: The craftsman is happy at his
work making shields.
This has been his lifelong
trade and he is much
respected for his excellent
workmanship.
The Third 7 Days of
March finds the 8 of
Pentacles card in is
Upright position…As the Sevens were about
the individual learning to stand his ground and
prove his resourcefulness, the Eights are about
the individual bowing to his or her limitations,
and rather than defying them, thus finding
creative ways to get the most out of such
limitations by transcending them, by allowing
them to bring out the best from deep within
the inner being of the individual into the task
at hand.
The Eight of Pentacles about your diligence
and limiting your work to a specific project. It
is about having done your best -- not to show
off what you can do or in the hopes of being
given something more to do -- but because
you take pride in your work and that is what
you wish to show the world.
The message of the 8 of Pentacles card for this
week – You have done, to your personal best,
what you have been given to do in the past
and are now ready to take on more or even
something new. This may for some mean a
new period of training for this new task and
responsibilities, or even a new job with a new
employer.
To this end, whether the learning a new skill
or already a master of it, the time has arrived
to pay greater attention to all the details,
research, train, and do whatever else is needed
to bring you the deserved feeling that your
work will go above and beyond what is called
for. So that even if no one else notices, you
will know that you have taken your self to
a higher level of personal achievement and
advancement, and that a new brighter future is
ahead.
The Fourth 7 Days: 03 - 22 to 03 - 28
(Card 4)
Illustration: The warrior awaits his enemy
safe in the knowledge that
he has the full backing of
his family behind him. His
position is secure.
The Fourth 7 Days of
March finds the 9 of
Wands card in its Upright
position …
The Nines signify “earthly” completion,
as opposed to the Tens more “spiritual”
completion, that is, the most you can
accomplish in the here and now -- a sense of
we have accomplished a lot but we still seek
to discover what might be missing or yet
unaccomplished.
The 9 of Wands while often called the
“failure-is-not-an-option,” is much better
thought of as the “we-are-not-there-yet” card
-- as now is not the time to rest, there is no
going back after all we have done to get this
far. Now is the time to dig deep, find some
forgotten reserve of energy and keep going
onward and upward -- the final push towards
success.
The message of the 9 of Wands card, for this
week – On the positive side by investing all

the energy of the wands back into ourselves,
this week, we will get what we have sought --
a career goal, leadership position -- whatever
we have invested our energy into making real.
On the negative side, there are those who this
week feels that they are unable to delegate
some of their work load into the hands of
others; rest assured that you can -- as they do
have reserves of energy and strength to assist
you for the common goal of all.
The Last 3 Days: 03 - 29 to 03 - 31
(Card 5)
Illustration: In the background people
helplessly watch their
homes and possessions
burning. As the smoke
rises in the air, their
oppressors move onwards.
The Last 3 Days of March
finds the 5 of Swords in
its Reversed position...
As the Fours are symbolic of stability or
stagnation, the Fives are about a hard loss that
carries with it a lesson and an important life
change into something new, different or better.
In truth the Fives would seem to pose both a
severe problem, and a way to escape the fear
felt at facing that problem.
Upright the 5 of Swords all about losing
a fight, to be precise -- a battle of wits
or communication, and there is a slight
suggestion that the other side might have
cheated or used underhanded methods in order
to win.
Reversed the 5 of Swords does not say that the
one will win the argument; instead it can be
a suggestion that the argument will drag on,
an on-going battle in a no win war that could
drag on for weeks or months.
The message of the 5 of Swords card for this
week – It would seem that a few of us have
been, willingly or otherwise, dragged into a
war of words and personality’s this week. A
battle, within a war in which even if we think
we have won, we have in fact lost before we
started -- a true no win situation. It is time
to take what can be salvaged of ours home
and forget this ever happened -- if we can be
allowed to by our or others ego and pride…
The Month in Summary:
(Card 6)
Illustration: The card shows a man and a
woman struggling against
the wind and snow on a
cold winter’s night. The
woman holds a child
in her arms and tries to
protect it from the cold. In
their efforts to combat the
elements, both of them risk overlooking the
five golden coins that lie partially covered by
the falling snow.
The Month in Summary: Here we find 5 of
Pentacles card in its Upright position… As the
Fours are symbolic of stability or stagnation,
the Fives on the other hand are about a
hard loss that carries with it a lesson and an
important life change into something new,
different or better. In truth the Fives would
seem to pose both a severe problem, and a way
to escape the fear felt at facing that problem.
The 5 of Pentacles upright most often predicts
the coming of a loss, a financial loss, a period
of bad luck, and or even a set-back in health
issues.
The message of the 5 of Pentacles card for
this month – The major issues many may face
this month will be ones of pride and humility.
Many, needing help, will be too proud to ask
for help, preferring to rely on their own abilities
rather than asking help from those around them
that can better give or offer help.
But this month can and will, if we let it,
teach us who our real friends are, who and
what we can really trust. Not a pleasant
overall experience to be sure, and our pride,
principally, is likely to suffer, but it will
strengthen us in the long run for the long haul
that is life.

By: Pami Grifiith
Ostara
The days have grown longer and the Mother Earth is starting to grow
warmer. The trees and early flowers are pushing out the blossoms. The
animals start giving birth. The Goddess Demeter welcomes home her
daughter Persephone. Yes, Spring has started to arrive. Time to do a little
cleaning on our winter state of mind. Now is the time of new beginnings,
and shaking out the cobwebs both physically and psychically. We celebrate
one of our fertility holy days. This is a sun holy day so pull out all
your gold and God items for this one. Spring is a time when we celebrate
the child in all of us. So with that in mind, I have included a few fun rituals
for you to share with your children or do them with adults.
Ritual
How To Hold an Ostara Ritual for Solitaries
By Patti Wigington, About.com Guide
Celebrate the return of spring with a simple ritual that honors the earth,
the sun, and the Divine itself.
Image © Nick White/Getty Images
Ostara is a time of balance. It is a time of equal parts light and dark. At
Mabon, we have this same balance, but the light is leaving us. Today, six
months later, it is returning. Spring has arrived, and with it comes hope
and warmth. Deep within the cold earth, seeds are beginning to sprout. In
the damp fields, the livestock are preparing to give birth. In the forest,
under a canopy of newly sprouted leaves, the animals of the wild ready
their dens for the arrival of their young. Spring is here.
Difficulty: Average
Time Required: Varied
Here's How:
1. For this ritual, you'll want to decorate your altar with symbols of the
season. Think about all the colors you see in nature at this time of
year -- bright daffodils, crocuses, plump tulips, green shoots -- and

incorporate them into your altar. This is also a time of fertility in the
natural world -- the egg is the perfect representation of this aspect of
the season. Symbols of young animals such as lambs, chicks, and
calves are also great altar adornments for Ostara.
2. In addition, you'll need the following:
· Three candles -- one yellow, one green, and one purple
· A bowl of milk
· A small bowl of honey or sugar
Perform this ritual outside if at all possible, in the early morning as
the sun rises. It's spring, so it may be a bit chilly, but it's a good time
to reconnect with the earth. If your tradition normally requires you
to cast a circle, do so now.
3. Begin by taking a moment to focus on the air around you. Inhale
deeply, and see if you can smell the change in the seasons. Depending
on where you live, the air may have an earthy aroma, or a rainy
one, or even smell like green grass. Sense the shift in energy as the
Wheel of the Year has turned. Light the green candle, to symbolize
the blossoming earth. As you light it, say:
The Wheel of the Year turns once more,
and the vernal equinox arrives.
Light and dark are equal,
and the soil begins to change.
The earth awakes from its slumber,
and new life springs forth once more.
4. Next, light the yellow candle, representing the sun. As you do so,
say:
The sun draws ever closer to us,
greeting the earth with its welcoming rays.
Light and dark are equal,
and the sky fills with light and warmth.
The sun warms the land beneath our feet,
and gives life to all in its path.
5. Finally, light the purple candle. This one represents the Divine in
our lives -- whether you call it a god or a goddess, whether you identify
it by name or simply as a universal life force, this is the candle
which stands for all the things we do not know, all those things we
cannot understand, but that are the sacred in our daily lives. As you
light this candle, focus on the Divine around and within you. Say:
Spring has come! For this, we are thankful!
The Divine is present all around,
in the cool fall of a rain storm,
in the tiny buds of a flower,
in the down of a newborn chick,
in the fertile fields waiting to be planted,
in the sky above us,
and in the earth below us.

We thank the universe* for all it has to offer us,
and are so blessed to be alive on this day.
Welcome, life! Welcome, light! Welcome, spring!
6. Take a moment and meditate on the three flames before you and
what they symbolize. Consider your own place within these three
things -- the earth, the sun, and the Divine. How do you fit into the
grand scheme of things? How do you find balance between light and
dark in your own life?
Finally, blend the milk and honey together, mixing gently. Pour it
onto the ground around your altar space as an offering to the
earth**. As you do, you may wish to say something like:
I make this offering to the earth,
As thanks for the many blessings I have received,
And those I shall some day receive.
7. Once you have made your offering, stand for a minute facing your
altar. Feel the cool earth beneath your feet, and the sun on your face.
Take in every sensation of this moment, and know that you are in a
perfect place of balance between light and dark, winter and summer,
warmth and cold -- a time of polarity and harmony.
When you are ready, end the ritual.
Tips:
1. * Instead of "the Universe", feel free to insert the name of your patron
deity or the gods of your tradition here.
2. ** If you're doing this rite indoors, take your bowl of milk and honey
and pour it in your garden, or around your yard.
What You Need
· Three candles - yellow, green and purple
· A bowl of milk
· A small bowl of honey or sugar
· Seasonal decorations for your altar
http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/ostarathespringequinox/ht/
OstaraSolRite.htm

Ostara Recipes
Cooking for Ostara often involves the first spring greens. It's too early for
most farmer's markets to open, but this is prime season for gathering
mushrooms and wild greens. Poultry, rabbit, and lamb are popular meats.
Eggs appear whole or mixed into many dishes; whole eggs are often
dyed or otherwise decorated. Milk, cheese, and other dairy products remain
popular. Pastel colors and white prevail, sometimes accented with
gold or silver.
Mint Chutney
By Patti Wigington, About.com Guide
Use fresh mint, along with parsley and cilantro, to make a chutney.
Image (c) Getty Images
This delicious sauce is perfect for spring meals, especially if you're making
a roasted leg of lamb. It also goes nicely with spicy dishes, such as
Indian or Mediterranean food, or veggies. It's quick to prepare, or you
can whip it up ahead of time and let it chill.
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Total Time: 15 minutes
Ingredients:
· 3 C. fresh mint leaves, off stems
1/2 C. fresh cilantro
1/2 C. fresh parsley

· 1/2 C. green pepper, chopped
· 1/2 C. red pepper, chopped
· 1 small onion, chopped
· 1/2 Tsp. sea salt
· A dash of lemon juice
· Water
Preparation:
Throw everything in your food processor or blender and chop until it
forms a paste. Add water gradually to thin it out, and continue blending
until the water and paste have formed a smooth sauce. Refrigerate if
you're not going to serve it right away.
http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/ostaracooking/r/MintChutney.htm
Roasted Lamb
By Patti Wigington, About.com Guide
Fix up a plate of roast lamb and mint chutney for Ostara.
Image (c) Getty Images
Lamb is in season during the spring, so this is the perfect Ostara meal for
us carnivorous types. For many of our ancestors, lamb was the first real
meat they got each year, after the cold winter months. It's warm and tender,
and the citrus marinade helps make it nice and juicy. Serve it with a
side of homemade mint chutney to add a bit of coolness to the flavor.
Ingredients:
· Leg of lamb
· 1 C white cooking wine
· 2 cloves garlic, minced
· Juice from 2 oranges (or 1/2 C orange juice)
· 1 Tbsp. freshly chopped rosemary
· Pepper and sea salt to taste
· Olive oil (about 2 Tbs.)
Preparation:
To make the marinade, combine everything except the lamb in a bowl.
Blend it together with a whisk. Pour into a plastic bag and then add the
leg of lamb. Seal the bag, and let it sit overnight.
Allow the lamb to reach room temperature before you put it in the oven.
Remove from the bag, place in a roasting pan (along with all the marinade
juices), and bake on the lower rack at 450 degrees. Roast the lamb
until it reaches an internal temperature of about 135, or about an hour.

The secret to a good lamb dish is to not overcook it, so it should still be
pink in the middle when it comes out of the oven. Place it on a rack, cover
with foil, and allow it to sit in its own juices for about twenty minutes
before serving. This will help the roasting process finish without drying
out the meat.
http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/ostaracooking/r/RoastedLamb.htm
CRAFTS
Easy Ostara Crafts for Pagan Kids
Seed Mosaic
This is a great way to use old seeds not suitable for planting. If you don't
collect seeds, just post a request for them in your local chapter of free
websites such as www.freecycle.org or www.craigslist.org, or ask some
farmers at the local farmer's market if they have any.
You Will Need:
An assortment of seeds
Paper (blank or with a picture)
Extra paper to "catch" seeds
White craft glue
Paint brush
Cups or bowls
Sort the seeds into separate cups or dishes for easy use. Seeds come in so
many different sizes, shapes and colors
Give the child a piece of plain craft paper, or give them a print out or col-
oring page so they can follow the image with their mosaic.
Show the child how to paint some white craft glue onto a section of their
picture, and then sprinkle seeds onto the section. After a minute, tilt the
page to allow the excess seeds to fall off onto a separate piece of paper.
Return them to their proper bowl.
Seed mosaics can be as simple or elaborate as the child likes.
Sun/Moon Masks
At the equinox, night and day are in perfect balance. These fun masks
remind us of that. They can be hung on the wall, or worn during revelry.
You Will Need:
One round 12" balloon
Strips of newspaper
2 tbsps white craft glue
1/4 cup all purpose flour
½ cup of water
Tempra paints
Paint brush
Paper plate
Scissors
Page reinforcers
Glitter (optional)
Ribbon
Cheap plastic table cloth or drop cloth

Mix the flour and water in an old disposable container until it has a glue-
like consistency. Add two tablespoons of craft glue, which helps the pa-
per mache stiffen better.
Blow a balloon up to be approximately the size of the child's head. Then
make it just a little bigger. Tie it off to secure it.
Dip the newspaper into the glue mixture and layer it onto one half of the
balloon. Do three to four layers overlapping each other. Make the mask
oval-shaped, about the size of the child's face. Allow the paper mache to
dry thoroughly before continuing.
Pop the balloon and remove it from the mask. Trim the edges around the
mask to make them neat if you like.
Place the mask against the child's face and estimate where the eyes will
be and gently make a mark with pencil or crayon. Also make marks
about ½ inch from the side edges of the mask, just higher than the ears,
on each side. These will be where the tie will go to tie it around the
child's head.
Remove the mask from the child's face and cut out eye-holes with the
scissor. Punch holes with a paper puncher (or poke through with a scis-
sor) to make the holes for the ties. Put stick-on page reinforcers over the
holes to strengthen them.
One half of the face will be the sun, the other half will be the moon. Cut
a paper plate into triangles and glue them to the "sun" half of the mask
with plain craft glue. Allow it to dry. This will look like the rays of the
sun.
Paint the mask. Paint the sun half with reds, yellows and orange flaming
colors. Paint the moon half with a silver or white. Sprinkle glitter on it
and draw symbols or features. Let the child decorate the mask however
he would like. Allow the mask to dry.
Thread the ribbon through the holes and tie it around the child's head,
letting the holes rest on the child's ears.
http://voices.yahoo.com/5-easy-ostara-crafts-pagan-kids-2880027.html

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Presented for your reading pleasure is the next excerpt of
Ocean Depths, authored by
Sea Shelly.
The subsequent installment will be continued in the next issue of the
Pagan World Times.
There was a knock on the door; it was Grandma Annie along with Tad.
As Tad began to turn the handle on the door, we both shifted. I turned,
pulling the sheets up over me as I relaxed in the pillows, facing the
door. Triton backed about a foot away. We both locked eyes for a
moment. His eyes were swirling pools of deep emotion, and it made
my breath hitch inside me. He had been giving me his healing energy
while brushing my hair. I saw it in his aura that was extended from
him, swirling with my aura. My emotions were calmed, and the pain I
had felt subsided. The door started to open as Triton sent me a tender
glance. I blushed and looked down at my hands. The swirl of emotions
I saw in his eyes, and felt from him even now - what was it? I know I
felt better; in fact I was a bit giddy. He smiled as he greeted my
Grandma and my brother cordially,
“Hi Annie, Hi Tad, look who is awake and beautiful as ever!” Tad and
Grandma Annie smiled at us both as they came in, bringing a warm
fragrant pizza.
Tad came past Triton next to the bed, “Hey move over Tri, it’s my turn
to hassle Calli, my one and only twin.” Triton put his hands up in a
gesture of surrender and put the brush back in his coat jacket. “Oh
yeah, brushing her hair now? That is a bit intimate, don’t you think,
Tri?” Tad said as he winked at me and clapped Triton on the back.
Triton gave him a small punch in the shoulder and went over to
Grandma Annie, speaking quietly to her. Tad asked me how things
were going and how much pain I had been in, as if I was a buddy of
his that was wounded in some sort of tussle at school. Geez! I tried to
hone in on what Triton was saying to Grandma Annie, but Tad had me
in his sights and my senses were consumed with his exuberant twin
presence. I had to giggle at him, as I whispered carefully, answering
all of his questions.
He patted my shoulder, noticing my swollen eyes, saying, “You
haven’t been crying have you? No twin of mine is supposed to cry
after surviving such an awesome accident! You’re a legend, Girl! All
of the guys at school want to date you now, more than ever. I have
been telling them all about it!”
Triton looked over at me, his eyes flashing possessively for just a
moment at Tad’s words. My heightened senses felt his jealousy. His
aura was wrapping around me, pulling mine towards him. Suddenly,
he smiled a careful grin at me, waved good bye to my family, and said
“I have to get some things wrapped up. Take care,” as he walked to the
door. I focused on his back and sent out a quiet, “See you later?” I felt
his words brush through my mind, “Only if you want”, followed by
him receding down the hallway. The sensation was as if he had to pull
his aura away from mine by force. I let out a long ragged breath as my
aura sluggishly tightened back around me.
Tad’s eyes twinkled as he punched me carefully on the shoulder, “Got
to make him jealous right?” I sighed and tried to punch him back, but
my arm was tethered to the needle that was in it. “Good one twin
Sister! You’ll have to try harder than that next time! It sure is good to
see you awake! For a while there we thought you were going to dream
forever.” he said to me, referring to my coma as Grandma Annie came
over with the pizza all cut up, serving it out on little paper plates. It
smelled of so many spices and cheeses, much more than I thought was
possible for one pizza to have on it.
I spent seven more weary days and lonely nights in the hospital, as the
Doctors fretted over the toxin in my blood, wearing me out with their
constant visits and tests. It further complicated things that I could
sense them. I was wearied by all of the emotional baggage they carried
in them whic had nothing to do with the hospital or my diagnosis. The
anti-venom wasn’t curing me of the stone fish toxin as the Doctors had
expected. I felt their fear and lack of confidence in the meds they gave
me.
When my mom arrived at the hospital, I had a tearful homecoming in
her arms. She burst in my room, white as a sheet. Her pupils were
dilated with concern. Her swollen eyes and pink puffy cheeks let me
know she had been crying quite a lot. I felt her confusion, her anger
and terror, as it oozed out of her like a draining wound, while she

leaned over my bed and gathered me in her arms for a long hug.
Finally we released one another, and she held my hand as we talked.
She asked so many questions, and I tried to remember to give the
lawyer in her as much accurate detail as I could. We went over
everything from the moment I left school on the bus till I opened my
eyes this morning, but I never mentioned anything about my ‘new’
ability, my dream or my interactions with Triton. Not a moment of it.
It would have been too odd and intimate. If someone described all of
that to me I would have thought they needed to be committed. Did
I…did I need to be committed?
She sat with me for several hours until she could tell I was going to
fall asleep. She told me about her case and her trip back home. For the
next several days she spent every waking hour that she could with me
until she had to go back to work or I fell asleep in exhaustion.
In my dream that night, Triton’s golden hair was long; he wore a
beautiful circlet around the crown of his head that was his family’s
sigil, made of abalone shell and gold. I realized that his arm band
signified his place in his society. He was royalty. His exact title wasn’t
clear to me. I had no reference for it. He reached out to me and took
my webbed fingers in his. We swam together, enjoying each other’s
company. I felt him, along with an amazing variety of sea life, whose
vibrations tingled against my skin as we passed. He pulled me closer
to him. A vast darkness in the distance became more and more
pronounced the nearer we got to it. I realized we were approaching a
mouth to a cave, a vast system with unimaginable height and depth. As
we entered the opening, it slowly gave way to more and more light,
being a place, not just a cave. It dawned on me that the colors I was
beginning to distinguish were of hundreds and thousands of gemstones
that were embedded in the walls. Their colors glinted off of the gold
that covered the ceiling, shimmering in water in an amazing array of
patterns that were carried in the currents. It was intoxicating to my
eyes. We stopped for my benefit so I could take it all in. There was a
large raised dais in the center of the room that was made out of a
variegated aqua colored stone. The floor under it was creamy white, a
very neutral colored stone. There was an actual throne on the dais. It
was extravagant, yet fit this vast breath taking cavern. I stared, awe
filling me. Fear slowly began to creep up my spine; I realized I didn’t
want to meet the King who sits on that throne. I needed to flee, to go
back the way we
came, not taking my
eyes off the throne
until it was out of our
sight…
I sat bolt upright in
my bed, my eyes wide
with the fear that I had
felt in the dream,
seeing only the dreary
hospital room in the
soft glow of the a
shielded night lamp. I
was alone, and I was
safe. I made myself
breathe in and out, and
then do it over again
until I had slowed the
beating of my heart in
my breast. I lay back
down, and facing the
window, my mind
went over every inch
of the dream I had just
had. It was like
watching a video. I
remembered every
detail, all of my feelings and how I had sensed Triton and all of the sea
life we had encountered. I was transfixed with it all over again.
The door had opened to my room and the night nurse came in. I hadn’t
even noticed her until I heard her say, “Can’t sleep? Me neither.” She
giggled as she came into my room. My body twitched at her words as
her presence flooded my senses. She had seen that my eyes were
opened, but seemed to notice that I was preoccupied.
“Bad dream? I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry”
I swallowed and said in a hoarse whisper, “That’s Ok.”

I smiled weakly and watched her as she took my arm and got it ready
to receive the injection that she had to give me. She slid the needle in
my arm as I laid there. She pushed the contents of the vial in the vein
of my inner elbow. Then she put a cotton ball on the small hole as she
pulled out the needle and applied pressure. A calm demeanor rolled off
of her in steady steam towards me. She smiled at me when she caught
me watching her face. I smiled back.
“Don’t worry; I won’t bother you again tonight.” She said as she put a
small band aid in place of the cotton ball against my arm. “See you in
the morning, sleep now, you hear, your body needs to rest so you can
heal.”
I managed another quiet “Ok,” as she headed out my door. I sighed,
wondering what I would dream about if I shut my eyes. My mind
didn’t turn off, and my eyes stayed open so I began to analyze why I
was having these vivid dreams. I decided Triton was right; the dreams
were connected with the venom, a type of hallucination, because they
were far too real to be just a dream. My dreams were not like this,
never this real, ever.
Every day I had longed for Triton to come in my room, between my
mother, brother and grandmothers’ visits. My yearning for his
presence reminded me of an addicts longing for drugs, and I wondered
at that. How could I be so obsessed over someone that I knew so little
about? Maybe it had something to do with our shared telepathy, and
his attack of me for information. None of that was making me any
more comfortable.
The second to last night of my stay in the hospital, I had a horrible
nightmare. Triton was in a life and death struggle with another
Merman, a type of sea god. Somehow, I recognized him as Proteus
from my mythology studies in Junior High; he was the oldest son of
Poseidon. Jealousy and vengeance rolled off of Proteus like waves of
destruction towards Triton. The fear I felt was palatable, as there was
nothing I could do to help Triton.
Suddenly I awoke, shaking with fear, going over the dream in my
mind until I realized the sun began to rise. The dietician came in
bringing me a breakfast I couldn’t eat. My stomach was too upset. I
drank several glasses of water with trembling hands. The day nurse
came in, and finally disconnected my hands from the IVs. She
assumed I had eaten breakfast and gave me 3 injections. She had me
drink my daily dose of elixir, which I barely was able to swallow. My
stomach felt hot inside, decidedly trashed from the meds with no food.
After I was alone again, I felt like I needed to feel water on my skin, to
rehydrate.
I decided I wanted to try and take my first shower alone. I pushed
down the bed rail, put my feet over the bed edge and slowly, carefully
tried to stand. I held fiercely onto the rail. I was so dizzy, had lost
weight, and felt like I was going to float away. I grabbed onto the chair
by the bed and scooted it along, making my way to the bathroom. I sat
down on the chair when I got it pushed next to the shower and took off
the hospital gown, draping it over the chair. I stepped carefully into the
shower, leaning on the shower stall wall. There was a 4 legged plastic
stool in it, so I sat down and turned the water on, getting it to the
temperature I wanted.
I shoved the stool under the stream of water and let it cascade over my
body. It felt so good. It was nice to not be scrubbed by a nurse, while
lying on the hospital bed, shivering with cold and embarrassment. I
started going over my dreams of being in the Ocean, the water
reminding me of them all.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but it dawned on me that I wanted
to wash and condition hair. Eventually, I wanted to get dressed in
something more than a hospital gown too. When I washed my legs
with the fragrant soap, I wondered what it would be like to have a mertail
like I had seen in my dreams. I wiggled my feet on the shower
floor, glad that I was standing, and glad I had legs. What odd thoughts,
‘mer-tails!’ One thing I did know was that I was thoroughly sick of
beds. This shower was a good way to start doing something besides
lying in a bed!
When I was done and wrapped in a large fluffy towel, I used the chair
to get me to the closet, and I struggled putting on a nice change of
clothes that my mother had brought over. When I got back to the bed, I
pulled the blanket up and sat on it. I had my purse with me that had my
personal items in it. I combed my hair out by myself for the first time
in a long time. I even put on a little make-up. It made me feel better.
When I was finally done, I felt tired again, so I lay back down on my
back on the bed and closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew, I awoke to feeling Triton next to my bed. At first I
thought he was a dream, but relief washed over me when I saw his
face. He smiled slowly at me, walked back to the door and locked it,
like he had several days ago. I sat up slowly, feeling dizzy, realizing as
I glanced at the clock that I had missed lunch. I watched him as he
strolled to my bed and pulled the rail down, sitting on the edge of it. I
crossed my jean covered legs, under me on the bed. His eyes were
calm like a tidal pool left behind by the sea.
“Hi”, I whispered. As he reached out and touched my lips, his aura
eased its way next to mine. My shoulders relaxed at his touch, as a
slight smile played around the edges of his mouth. I focused my mind
on him and the words tumbled out of me, rushing to connect with him,
“Are you OK, why didn’t you come back to see me?” His finger left
my lips as I spoke telepathically to him. He scooted closer to me on
the bed, put his hands on my shoulders, and touched my forehead with
his, holding me there. Fear stiffened my spine, “Oh what now?” I
thought. I felt his even breaths on my lips, soothing me. I relaxed. His
eyes began to swirl as I felt heat radiating up from the center of his
body.
His aura crept around me gently, like a soft weightless blanket. I
sighed; the healing energy emanating from him was unmistakable to
me now. I didn’t need to speak; I only wanted to feel him, this close,
here, right now, in this moment. My aura let his gently permeate it.
Carefully he sat up, moving slightly away from me. He took in a long
slow breath, as if he was testing the air between us, feeling our
intertwined auras. I felt his aura hug me closer as he focused on me,
yet he sat in the chair next to the bed. I swung my legs over the bed by
him and put my hands on the edge, unconsciously wanting to stay as
close to him as possible.
He rested his right hand on my thigh, just above my knee and I heard
him gently whisper in my mind, “I like this is so much better than
talking out loud, don’t you? I enjoy feeling your emotions too, and
yes, I am OK. I have missed you Callista” His eyes were full of
sincerity and I felt a slight sadness coming from him. “I wanted to
come back every day, every night, but I couldn’t. One of the
repercussions of doing what I did to you is the permanent connection
that will always be between us. You were right in feeling like you had
been raped, but I didn’t do our melding lightly. You have not healed as
you should have from the stone fish venom. You were very close to
death. The elixir that you have been drinking since I read you is from
us. I was able to give my people enough information, or should I say
lack of information from it, that they were able to come up with your
elixir. During your coma we were giving you lifesaving injections 3
times a day through one of our Specialists. The stone fish anti-venom
the Doctors gave you didn’t appear to be working as it should have.
Our elixir is the follow up therapy. You will still feel weak and tire
easily. Your doctors have no idea what has truly happened to you. I
will tell you when we are sure and will take steps to help you further.”
I was wondering who the ‘we’ was in our conversation, but it was
hard to think my own thoughts and listen to Triton in my mind, so I
just listened as he continued, “Your mother is checking you out
tomorrow afternoon, so your family is getting your home ready for
your arrival. By the way, I like your mother. We had quite a long talk
after Annie introduced us. She wanted to know everything that I knew
about the accident. I can see why she is a good lawyer. She is so
thorough and doesn’t miss the smallest detail.” He smiled at me as if
enjoying some memory of the time he had spent with my mother.
“Relax. Don’t worry, your Mom has everything handled. She is quite
a woman. Would you like to know what is going on in the world?”
He walked over to the T.V. and grabbed the remote. I hadn’t turned it
on at all, not once. He came back to the bed, sat on the side, took off
his shoes, and got up on the bed and sat next to me, leaning on my
pillows. I looked at him and he smiled, “Lets surf…” We watched
whatever. I even laughed, and we talked about nothing and just
enjoyed each other’s company. Dinner came, and I asked Triton if he
was hungry, he was so we decided to share. I was really disappointed
that they had served me beef though.
Triton watched me pick at it with my fork and said to my mind, “So
you don’t like it?” I grimaced, “No. It tastes odd, earthy, just not good,
I guess. Maybe it is the cut or the way they prepare it. I don’t know.”
He said out loud, “Here, let’s share the vegetables and salad.”
I looked up from the beef and said out loud, “Do you like beef, do you
want it?”

He smirked at me, while sending my mind a quick, “I’m not into any
meat, except fish.” I smiled at him, and we started in on the salad.
When we were done, he carried the tray over to the table by the door
and then came back, sitting down in the chair by the bed. The nurse
came in with my meds and Triton excused himself, taking the tray
with him.
After the nurse left I began to think about the dream I had about
Triton and Proteus. I went over every detail; it actually hurt me to
remember how vivid and frightening it was. When Triton came back in
the room I didn’t even hear him. I was lying on the bed facing the
window opposite the door, worried by my thoughts about the dream
and feeling tense and a bit freaked. I was rubbing my forehead with
my fingers when he came around to the window side of the bed. I
gasped, startled by his presence. He blinked and looked in my eyes,
“Callista, what’s wrong?”
I let out a breath, glanced in his eyes and saw the worry there. I sat up
on the bed, putting my legs over the edge and faced him, “My dream
last night really bothers me. Actually, it was very frightening. I think I
saw mythological Proteus.” Triton’s eyes flashed with streaks of light,
as if my words had sparked a knowing in him, as if I had given him a
key to something.
He stepped towards me, reached out to me with both hands and
grabbed my wrists, holding them so tightly I couldn’t pull away, and it
hurt. He pushed his thumbs into my pulse. I felt his anger begin to rise.
Suddenly, he blocked me from sensing him; his presence became
blank - a void. My own aura snapped back around me in self-defense.
He stared into my eyes, with his gorgeous eyes. “Oh god not again,”
OI thought. I froze, wanting to close my eyes, but was completely
weakened to the point of not being able to do anything. My head began
to ache. I felt dizzy. What didn’t he know about me? What more was
there to find out? Was he exploring the very depths of my psyche, my
soul?
I was surprised that he was doing this to me again. I pushed my mind
toward him, “Triton please! You’re hurting me!” I felt a momentary
lapse in his concentration and was almost able to close my eyes,
feeling the pain he felt because of what he was doing to me. But then
his strength of will sprang up in a fierce determination that flowed
from him into me.
He was to strong, and I couldn’t fight him off. My heart was racing as
blood pounded in my ears. The intensity of his search inside of me
became excruciating. I don’t know how long he held me in his grasp. I
just felt so overwhelmed, so tired. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand another
moment of it.
My breath came in shallower and shallower gasps. As I weakened,
tunnel vision made a halo around my view of Triton. I began to black
out, my eyes rolling back in my head. Triton caught me before I slide
off of the bed and laid me back against it. His felt my pulse and then
laid his hand on my shoulder, radiating healing energy into me, I felt
it, but I didn’t care.
My anger began to build up inside of me at being harmed again by
him. Why had he done this? I seethed in my anger, several minutes
going by before I was able to move again. I pulled myself into a
comforting fetal position and listened to my own breathing, willing my
heart to slow down, pushing my anger deep inside, away from the
surface of my emotions. I wasn’t able to open my eyes; they hurt too
much. I closed down because it was just too much. He was too much.
I’m not sure how long I lay there, not caring not feeling, and not
thinking.
Triton waited. Slowly, quietly, he spoke to my mind, the weariness he
felt creeping into my conscious mind as he said, “I found what I was
looking for Callista. It entered your body through the stone fish venom
barb that pierced your femoral artery. When you said ‘Proteus’, I knew
whose signature to look for. It was hidden in your DNA. I hadn’t
looked there before because it is very hard to search there, very painful
for us both, and I thought it unnecessary. I am so sorry Callista, but
now I know what has happened to you. Your DNA has been
compromised. Delving into your body’s existence again was the only
way I knew to find out what happened to you so that we can save your
life.”
I was too hurt and exhausted to respond. It didn’t matter what had
happened to me, or what had been done to me. I didn’t care. Triton felt
my weariness, just as I had felt his. He lay down next to me and
wrapped his arms around my fragile frame. He pulled my body against

his and I felt his warmth. His aura immediately wound itself around
both of us. My aura hung limply around me.
No tears slide down my cheeks this time. I slowly drifted away, resting
in the arms that had just held me against my will. My heart beat
slowed down to match his as my breathing became shallow. I slept.
When I awoke, opening my aching eyes, he was watching me from the
chair. The curtains were open and the soft glow of early day filtered
into the room. I glanced at the clock; it was only 6:30 AM. The door to
my room was propped open. His eyes were kind and I felt his pity as it
flowed around me through his aura. I felt so small, so tired and unrested.
I heard the sounds in the hallway, at the nurse’s station. Other
people, so many minds with thoughts colliding in a dull audible mush
of sound, like back ground music that I couldn’t quite make out the
words to.
I groaned, now realizing that soon I would have to deal with the
outside world. I would have to figure out how to cope with all of that
input, all of them out there. I wanted to hide just a little longer, to
crawl under the thin hospital sheet and drift away. I rolled back on my
side, away from him. I heard him get up and close my door, locking it
once again. This time my aura pulled up around me like an armored
wall. I screwed my eyes shut as hard as I could, wondering when the
assault would happen again. I heard him come over to my bed as he
kneeled down by the side I was facing. I felt his concern for me
pouring off of him in waves, dissipating in my room.
“Callista, I won’t hurt you, I can’t do that to you - to us - again.” His
fingers gently ran along my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ear,
his touch making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Silly
as it seemed, I felt comforted, hiding under my hair that had flowed
over my face down along the side of the bed. But, now that he had
moved my hair off my face I was exposed. I cringed, keeping my eyes
closed tightly. The painful memory of his hands holding my wrists in
his vise like grip while his eyes burned into mine, washed over me
painfully. He was too close, I was too venerable. He didn’t move. I
waited wondering how long I would be able to wish him away, hiding
within myself like a child hiding behind a sapling in the woods, from
the monster.
His breath was close now. He put his hand on my arm, and his warm
lips brushed my cheek tenderly. My eyes flew open, “No!” I pushed
my word at him with a force that I didn’t realize was in me. I sat up
quickly, moving away from him. He stood up, stunned by my reaction.
“Don’t!” If my voice had been audible, I would have been screaming.
But, there wasn’t a sound in the room, just us, a look of surprise on his
face, a look of fierce anger on mine. We were both frozen in the
moment, neither knowing what to do next.
Suddenly, the spell broke as a knock came on my door. I sank back
down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket up over me. He walked over
to the door, unlocked and opened it saying something pleasant to the
heavy set day nurse that came bustling in, rolling along a stainless tray
with medicines for me. She smiled at Triton and then at me, I managed
a weak smile pretending to just wake up. She busied herself with her
tray. Triton glanced at me, my eyes felt hot in the center as if a hole
had been bored into them. They hurt, my whole body hurt, I wasn’t
over the last attack of yesterday, even though I had slept in his arms
and had felt his healing energy flowing into me. I needed time away
from him and he knew it, he felt it rolling off me in waves, trying to
repel him.
Triton watched me; his bewilderment and pain being pushed out of his
body by his rising anger. His eyes began swirling with the fast
approaching storm that was growing in him. I didn’t care. He
hesitated, then walked out the door. I felt him pulling his aura stiffly
away from me, as if he was having trouble getting it to cooperate.
Most of my aura was shrunk around me like armor. A small part of it
tried trailing after him but I reached out for it with what little energy I
had left, and it sluggishly returned.
That night was bad as I tossed and turned with anxiety, I missed him. I
wanted him to come back. He hurt me, and I had hurt him. Why had I
done that? Was he only trying to help me? That next day was a blur of
paperwork, information on how to administer all of the drugs to me via
injections, small doses to drink 3 times a day and a new vial to be
injected each morning. It was a thick, murky, muddy color. This
injection hurt as it was slowly pumped into my vein. It seemed to pool
instead of move in my veins towards my heart. My body seemed to

label it an invading virus and I was vigorously trying to eradicate it, by
not allowing it to move quickly to my heart.
Then there were too many people coming in my room, asking
questions, touching me, viewing me and I sensed them all. It was so
tiring. Still no Triton, yet my family didn’t mention it, and I was glad.
They packed me up to go home. I had no idea what lie I would
fabricate to them or him, or how I would react to seeing him, if I ever
got to again. Even still, I yearned for the feeling of his presence. My
aura reached out, searching for him as we left the hospital, dodging all
of the people that we passed intent only on him. When we went
outside, I needed sunglasses, as the light irritated my overly sensitive
eyes.
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Visions of the Past - The World’s Oldest Known Witch By: Ravenwolf
It’s good to be back again with another segment of Visions of the Past.
Yesterday, I was out for a drive with my wife and looking at all the snow
gently powdering the tree branches and thinking about what inspires me
beyond my connection with nature. Then the obvious hits me. It’s the vast
history behind every Pagan tradition; it’s ties into other cultures and evolution
to present day.
Most of us have heard or read the research by Margaret Murray, the
writings of Gerald Gardner or even the liturature from the Aradian witches
of Italy translated by Charles Leland known as the Vangelo Delle Streghe.
All of these have spawned into many different traditions over the years, but
where did witchcraft begin?
Shamanism has been around for many millennia, throughout numerous
cultures and is understood to be one of the earliest forms of witchcraft. It is
here I began to research our magickal origins.
So how far back do we have to go? Turns out according to Archaeologist
Leore Grosman, of Hebrew University of Jerusalem, the oldest remains of
what is believed to be that of a female witch date back some 12,000 years
located at the Hilazon Tachtit cave in northern Israel. "It's an interpretation,
of course. They didn't leave a note telling me."
This woman is believed to have been part of the Natufian people who occupied
the region at the time. The Natufians are understood to have been
mostly nomadic and the last of the known hunter gathers until they began
developing villages, giving up their wayfaring lifestyle. Other sites have
been found on the West Bank in Jericho, throughout Israel and Göbekli
Tepe, Turkey.
Surprisingly, the woman found at the Hilazon Tachtit is also home to the
first known Feast for the Dead. During the excavation by Leore Grosman
the findings showed that the “mourners finished the last of the roasted tortoise
meat and gathered up dozens of the blackened shells. Kneeling down
beside an open grave in the cave floor, they paid their last respects to the
elderly dead woman curled within, preparing her for a spiritual journey.”
Sound familiar?
Today we’d see this as being similar to what’s practiced during a pagan
funeral ceremony, Samhain practices, the Mexican Day of the Dead and
Hilazon Tachtit, Israel
even some Catholic wakes. It is intriguing to see how such traditions have
spanned over thousands of years from our nomadic ancestors, to being at
present day integrated into current beliefs and ritual.
Until next time, blessed be.
Archaeology Archive, A Publication of the Archaeological Institute of America,
Grave of the Middle East's Oldest Witch, Mati Milstein,
http://archive.archaeology.org/0903/abstracts/shaman.html,
National Geographic, Daily News, Ancient Sorcerer's "Wake" Was First Feast for the Dead?, Heather Pringle,
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2010/08/100830-first-feast-science-proceedings-israel-shaman-sorcerer-tortoise/,

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How do you explain the concept of death to an innocent 3 year-old?
By: Rev Selene Lilitu
I was hoping to have a few more years before I had to figure out an answer to that question. For now, blessedly, her grandparents and the rest of her immediate
family and friends are healthy, our cats and dog are still young. I thought I would be spared for a while yet.
Unfortunately, in November, one of the horses at the stable we board our own horse at suddenly took very ill. Aeris could see that Rafael was sick because he
grew very skinny and weak, despite medicines and care. Our own horse, Prince Red, was in a similar skin-and-bones condition when we rescued him from an
abusive home, and she was a part of that rescue. She was eager to help this "sick" horse feel better, and she would help me feed and brush him. Prince's condition
was due to starvation, though, not sickness, and thankfully within just two weeks he began to put on weight, his sores began to heal and his mane began to
grow back in. Now, nearly 5 months later, he is gorgeous and healthy, completely unrecognizable as the bony wreck we rescued.
Aeris could not quite grasp why Rafael wasn't improving like Prince was. She would say to me, "Mummy, Rafael needs food!" And I had no answer. I told her
that he was very sick, that his tummy was hurting and so he couldn't eat. That seemed to satisfy her for a while.
But when we got the news that Rafael, the beautiful, gentle Grey Schoolmaster, was diagnosed with severe melanoma and had just weeks, if not days, left, it
broke our hearts. Rafael was the first horse Aeris ever sat on, and she adored him. He was a dressage and jumping champion, only 16 years old. He was a cherished
companion. He should have had another 10 years.
I agonized over what I should tell her. I didn't want to use the word "Heaven" because I didn't want her repeating it to her schoolteachers and give them a
chance to tell her about "Hell". Bad enough they were already telling her about satan. Perhaps my fears are unfounded, but I am adamant that at Aeris' tender
age she does not need to hear such concepts.
I started by showing her some pictures of Angels that I had drawn, telling her that Angels are Faeries that live in a place where there's no pain, where people
(for Aeris, at her age, anything sentient is the same as "people") don't gets cuts or tummy aches. I told her we call it the Westland, instead of Summerland. She
knows the word "West". "The sun goes to sleep in the West," she said. Oh, my smart little girl!
Then I started introducing the idea that sometimes people who are sick can't get better. She grasped what I was getting at quickly. "Rafael can't get better,
mummy?"
I told her that Raff's tummy and head and legs were hurting him too much and that he was going to go to the Angels in the West where he would stop hurting.
Her little empathetic heart grasped this idea. She said he was going to sleep with the sun.
But then she asked if she could go to visit him. It took Alex and I a few days to help her understand that the Angels only took really sick people, and she was
perfectly healthy so she couldn't go. Then came the really difficult part: helping her understand that she wouldn't be able to see Raff again. That's when she got
sad. I told her that he would come to visit her in her dreams, and that we had pictures of him that. She asked if we could show the Faeries, and then they could
tell the Angels that someone special was coming to them. So I gave her a picture of him and let her put it under the bougainvillea bush in our front yard. She
always says she sees Faeries there, and I believe her.

Raff was going to be euthanized, but I wasn't going to explain that. The day before it was scheduled, we were going to let him go out to pasture with his
daughter, Curly, for his last. We took Aeris to see him and told her that he was going to the angels now, and we walked with him and Curly to the gate. It
was a solemn procession, because Alex and I were of course very sad, and Aeris picked up on our feelings. When we got to the gate we told her she could
say goodbye and hug him. I wish I had taken my camera, because as she stood telling him goodbye, he leaned over an snuffed her hair and nuzzled her forehead
in understanding. It was such a sweet moment! Then we opened the gate and he and Curly walked out. We told her that Curly was helping him go to the
angels and that she would come back. She cried as we watched him walk away, and I comforted her by telling her that he was going to be happy. She liked
that.
Later, we visited Raff's grave and explained to Aeris that when someone goes to the Angels they get a new body, and they leave the broken one behind. I
even told her that Rafael's new body had wings! She helped light two sticks of incense as a thank you to the Angels for saving Raff.
Children are capable of understanding so much, if we put things into terms they can understand, rather than indoctrinating them with the terms that teach
fear. I do not want her to fear death. I want her to think of it as a new beginning, which we of course believe that it is. I use some Wiccan words, but I try to
show her as much as possible, to let her participate, instead of just telling her, and I think that's what made Rafael's passing much easier for her to understand.
Safe Flight, Rafael! You brought us much joy, and now you are Free!

Inspirational Meditations
By Rev. Faemore Lorei
Nature Spirit of the Month
Eldritch Greetings reader, and welcome
my fancies! I am Faemore Lorei and this
is the first chapter of my quarterly column
here in the Pagan
World Times.
As ever, you are
warmly invited
to join me in the
woods, where
Spirit deeply
walks upon
shimmering
carpets of
leaves, beneath
The Lorialet,
a child of the moon.
Faemore's Fancy
boundless
canopies of
wonder. With
our roots we will
dig deep into Her soils, and be brightly
blessed for always. Now follow me into
the whimsy and the trees for I have known
their secrets …
The nature spirit of this month, in honour
of the new direction of our publication,
is the Lorialet! Mythical creatures of
European lore, Lorialets are the children
of the moon. Assuming anthropomorphic
form, these otherworldly beings feed on
the moonlight for sustenance and survival.
Lorialets are often thought the offspring of
maidens and moonbeams, and conversely
of men and the moon in human form.
In The Chronicles of Gargantuines, the
Lorialets are said to be mortal children
who were born in the moonlight and have
watched it for too long. They are touched
by faerie. In Greco-Roman mythology,
they are said to be the descendants of
the moon goddess Selene and her lover
Endymion, who she makes to sleep forever
to preserve his beauty. Only one boy, out
of the fifty girls they had while Endymion
slept, was amazed by the azure Earth and
went to live on it. Here he married his
faerie bride, who gave birth to the beings
known as Lorialets. They will remain
their whole lives in the moonlight, forever
dreaming of the moon.
The Lorialets appear human, yet are tiny in form,
have fine, pearly hair and invisible pearly wings,
visible only to other Lorialets.
The Lorialets appear human, yet are
tiny in form, have fine, pearly hair and

Melancholic and
thoughtful, sweet and
often very lonely, Lorialets
desire neither love nor
death.
invisible pearly
wings, visible
only to other
Lorialets. Their
faces are round
and dreamy,
melancholic
and pale. They
have disheveled
hair and distant
gazes. They do
not embrace the
Earth, but aspire
only to return to
the Moon, who
they consider
their mother, and their true home. Most
of the Lorialets remain poor and innocent
until their death, and never know love. This
is because the lunar goddesses often took
a vow of chastity, and in one adaptation of
Selene and Endymion’s tale, it was his fear
of breaking her vow that sent Endymion
to sleep. They dress beautifully, to attract
the moon and the faeries. It rarely happens
that Lorialets unite with an earthly being
or embrace earthly existence. When it does
occur however, they become rakish and
wild; many an artist, musician, painter and
writer have been suspected of the touch of
the Lorialet, and of even being a Lorialet
themselves.
In ancient lore the Lorialets share the
same power as a previous fancy of mine,
the Tempestarii! They both wield the
power to influence the cycles of nature
depending on their mood, and in the case
of the Lorialets, depending on the cycle
of the moon. As children of the lunar
goddess, the Lorialets also possessed the
gift of prophecy, a gift they choose never
to use, as they care not of earthly affairs.
Lorialets live for a very long time, so long
as they are regularly exposed to the light
of the moon, which nurtures them. They
are speculated to symbolize dreamers and
neglected children, those who want to be
close to their parents and to have exciting
adventures; those who do not well perceive
the boundary between the imaginary
and the real; those who will never find
happiness on Earth, and will constantly run
upon moonlit paths in search of magickal
kingdoms.
Lorialets love lofts, towers and attics. They
love places of silence, clearings and ponds;
whimsical places. They love pumpkin
soup and herbal teas. Melancholic and
thoughtful, sweet and often very lonely,
Lorialets desire neither love nor death. Cats
love them, and they are frequently followed
by glowworms, moths, mayflies, fireflies
and hedgehogs. Mushrooms grow in their
footfalls. They are very faerie. Landscapers
of the soul once they touch it, Lorialets
belong to the divine infinite, as does their
mother, the moon, as does all existence.
Unlike human beings however, they have
no earthly illusions to distract them from
their origin.
Lorialets live for a very long time, so long as they
are regularly exposed to the light of the moon,
which nurtures them.
Thank you for moon-gazing with us!
Whenever you walk beneath the moon,
whenever you dance beneath its pale
moonlight, remember the Lorialets. May
they bless you with inspiration and tell you
the truth of your soul. Think of them when
you visit the lake, have a bowl of pumpkin
soup, and are visited by a mayfly. They will
lead you upon a moonlit path towards their
magickal kingdom … Until we merry meet
again!
I wander between heaven and dust in the
solitude and silence, staring at the stars,
my heart full of sadness. I walk under the
eternal night, on an infinite shore lights
my foot, my heart is heavy and my tears
evaporate like ether in space. My grief is
the price of things inconsistent: I cry for
anything. I am grieved and inconsolably
lost. I have no joy, and my great sadness is
my reason for living. The pale lady is my
refuge. I, child of the moon …

By: Jen Surdam
The Most Haunted Nightclub in the US
F For nearly 35 years, Bobby Mackey’s Music
World, has been greater Cincinnati’s hottest country
nightclub. Still open, it holds the record as being
the longest continuous-running country night spot
in Cincinnati. Ironic perhaps, for a nightclub that
resides in Wilder, Kentucky. However, Wilder,
Kentucky is a hop, skip, and a jump away from
downtown Cincinnati. The ghosts that inhabit
Bobby Mackey’s have attracted national attention,
so the club has appeared in segments on several
national talk and paranormal television shows.
Many regulars believe that they know the
history of the building, and they generally feel
they know who the ghosts are and why they haunt
the building. Most locals know of the supposed
“Hell’s Gate” that resides in the basement, and only
the very brave venture there. For his part, Mackey
has never experienced any ghostly encounters. He
never intended to claim his nightclub as anything
remotely close to being haunted, much less the
“most haunted.” With time, however, Mackey
realized that by embracing what was given to him,
perhaps what drew him to his new “world,” he
could profit in more ways than one.
HAUNTED PLACES
History—True, Legends, and Lore
The history of the building starts in the
1850’s with an old slaughterhouse that for roughly
40 years was the main packing house in the
region. There are rumors that the building was
used as a military facility prior to its becoming a
slaughterhouse. A well was dug in the basement.
The drainage system ran throughout the building,
where blood and refuse would drain out and
eventually run into the Licking River.
The slaughterhouse closed its doors in the
early 1890’s. However, according to legend, the
building may have served as a gathering place
for occult and satanic rituals. The basement
well became a place where those who practiced
sacrificial rituals could do so in relative secrecy and
hide the remains of the small animals butchered
during their ceremonies. Rumors also abound
that handicapped children were sacrificed there.
No evidence has been found to substantiate these
claims.
In 1896, the secrecy of what may have been
occurring in the old slaughterhouse was threatened.
The murder and trial that resulted became an
integral part of the lore that surrounds what Bobby
Mackey’s is today. According to Douglas Hensley,
reporter and author, the “story” is an accurate

epresentation of fact, as he found old newspaper
clippings validating it.
Pearl Bryan and Scott Jackson, both from
well-to-do families, were introduced via Bryan’s
cousin, William Wood. It seemed like love at first
sight, but when Bryan informed Jackson of her
pregnancy when she was 5 months along, he was
angry and demanded she get an abortion. Bryan
was horrified and refused. She insisted they marry.
Jackson, a dental student, had a roommate,
Alonzo Walling, who was a medical student, and
the two conspired to perform an abortion on Bryan
themselves, as abortion was illegal at the time.
Jackson lured Bryan away from home with the
idea of legitimacy. After a large dose of cocaine
didn’t induce an abortion, the men took Bryan into
the woods, and Jackson attempted to perform an
abortion with dental tools he likely stole from the
dental school.
When that procedure failed to work, the
men had a scared, bloody, and screaming Bryan
on their hands. They ended up in a field near Fort
Thomas, KY. Using the same dental instruments,
Jackson ruthlessly beheaded Bryan while she was
still alive, proven by the scratches and lacerations
on her hands found at autopsy.
Bryan was identified by her shoes, as they
were of a special make, identified by the cobbler as
having been sold to her. Oddly, while her head was
never found, her beautiful blond hair was found in
a suitcase in Jackson’s room. Some reports claim
that a bloodhound tracked the scent of the killers
from the scene of the crime to the slaughterhouse,
where Jackson and Walling were found. Others
claim that with Jackson as her known suitor, he was
the first questioned, and then charged based on his
interview with police.
In addition to Walling and Jackson, Wood
was also arrested. He was offered release if he
testified against the other two men, which he did
gladly. During the trial, Walling stated that Jackson
had planned to cut Bryan up and throw her body in
different parts of the Cincinnati sewers. Instead,
they ended up taking only her head, because as
Jackson put it, he had “plans for this.” Both men
were swiftly found guilty, and their sentence was
death by the gallows.
Rumors circulated that the head was used
during a satanic ritual in the old slaughterhouse,
and then it was dumped into the well and lost.
There have been many other theories posited with
speculation about just where Bryan’s head ended
up. Theories were it may have been tossed into the
river or put in the furnace at the dental school.
Reports claimed that Jackson and Walling
were both offered life sentences in exchanged for
the location of Bryan’s head, so that it could be
reunited with her body and provide her family with
a sense of closure. Both refused the offer, and
the two men were the last to be publicly hung in
Campbell County on March 21, 1897.
When asked for their last words, Jackson
responded, “I have only this to say, that I am not
guilty of the crime for which I am now compelled
to pay the penalty of my life;” and a trembling
Walling replied, “Nothing, only that you are taking
the life of an innocent man and I will call upon God
to witness that truth of what I say.”
It spread rapidly that Jackson and Walling
were afraid to suffer “Satan’s wrath” if they were
to discuss where Bryan’s head was—this assumed
that it was part of a ritual performed in the old
slaughterhouse. It was also stated that if they
revealed that it was part of a ritual, then other
occultists that practiced there would be revealed,
and many were considered high-standing citizens.
There was talk that Jackson and Walling, even in
jail, would have targets on their backs for opening
their mouths.
A reporter who attended the hanging came
forward later and claimed that Walling, as the noose
was slipped over his head, threatened to come back
and haunt the area after his death. In an article in
the Kentucky Post, the reporter also claimed, a few
days later, that the “evil eye” had fallen on many
people who were connected to the case. And that
may be true, as legend has it that many of the police
officers, detectives, and attorneys involved in the
case later met with untimely deaths, bad luck, and
tragic ends.
After the trial ended, the slaughterhouse
fell silent and remained empty for several years,
whereupon it was torn down and a roadhouse was
built on the same site. In the 1920’s, it became a
speakeasy and quite the popular gambling joint.
Local lore tells that during that time, several—or
even many—murders occurred in or just outside of
the building, usually over gambling debts.
None were ever solved because the bodies were
always dumped a good distance away so as not

to attract police attention to the illegal activities
occurring inside the speakeasy. However,
supposedly, one of the first deaths on the actual
site was that of Paul Goodman, who was beaten to
death by William Davidson, with his bare fists.
After prohibition ended in 1933, the
building was purchased by E.A. “Buck” Brady.
Brady turned the place around, and it became a
thriving tavern and casino called the Primrose.
Brady’s success came to the attention of the local
Mob gang, but Brady was on the up and up. He
wasn’t ready to sell out, and he didn’t want any
Mob wars. He did his best to stay out of the way.
When the Mob doesn’t get what they want
things can get quite ugly, and Brady found that out
the hard way. The Primrose became the subject of
vandalism, and suddenly, fights in the parking lot
ended with Primrose customers being badly beaten.
Business stopped going so well, and Brady was
arrested and charged in the attempted murder of a
small-town thug, Albert “Red” Masterson in April
1946.
When Brady was released, all charges were
dropped. But Brady was fed up, and he decided
to sell to the Mob. Before he left, Brady swore
the place would never be successful as a nightclub
again.
In Mob hands, the building re-opened as
a nightclub, the Latin Quarter. The new owners
were arrested repeatedly in the early 1950’s on
gambling charges. A little boy named Timmy “fell”
down the stairs to his death during this time. It’s
been rumored that he annoyed the Mobsters and
they pushed him down the stairs. Finally, in 1955,
Campbell County deputies broke in confiscating
slot machines and gambling tables, effectively
ending the Latin Quarter’s run as a nightclub.
It was, however, during the Latin Quarter’s
run that the story of Johanna, which even sparked
a song written in her honor by Bobby Mackey,
began. Johanna was the daughter of the Latin
Quarter’s owner, and a dancer. She was in love
with a singer at the club, Robert Randall. Johanna
became pregnant, but when her father found out, he
used his Mob connections to have Randall killed.
Some sources say Johanna found his body in the
basement by the well; others simply say that once
she found out, she became vengeful.
Johanna apparently took Randall’s death
hard, and she attempted to kill her father with a
large dose of arsenic. Then she went to the catwalk
(some sources suggest her body was found in the
basement), scribbled a love poem on the wall,
and downed a large dose of the poison herself.
Johanna’s revenge didn’t quite work the way she’d
hoped, as her father survived the attempted murder,
but she and her unborn child did not survive her
suicide attempt. She was, like Bryan, 5 months
pregnant, according to legend.
As per Brady’s uttered “curse,” bad luck
seemed to plague the site. In the 1970’s, the
building was known as the Hard Rock Café (no
relation to the chain that has become so popular
in recent times). The Café was a biker bar, and
two groups shared the place—the Iron Horse
Motorcycle Club and the Seventh Sons. This
resulted in many knock-down, drag-out fights on
the site. The Café had to close its doors in 1977
or 1978 at the request of the police due to the
violence and ultimately due to fatal shootings on
the property.
In the spring of 1978, Bobby and Janet
Mackey purchased the property with the intention
of turning the building into a country bar. Mackey
scrapped his plans of creating a Nashville recording
career in order to renovate the old tavern. Mackey
felt drawn to the building from the moment he saw
it. It was almost as if he fell in love with it, one
could say.
Janet, on the other hand, well… As many young
folk might say, “Not so much!” She has described
it as feeling evil and being a very unfriendly place.
The Mackey’s converted the building into a dance.
After the renovations, people began seeing ghosts,
were attacked, and experiencing poltergeist activity
in the building as well.
Claims and Reports of Paranormal Experiences
At first, it was pretty clear that Mackey had
no interest in hearing about the reports that his club
was haunted. In fact, he told his caretaker to stop
all talk that the club could be haunted. However,
learning that his own wife Janet was having
experiences and refusing to set foot back inside,
Mackey decided it was time to do something.
Mackey invited a reporter, Douglas
Hensley, to come out to visit, take a look around,
interview some regulars, and see what he could
find. What started as a small venture ended with
the very popular and well-known book, “HELL’S

GATE: The terror at Bobby Mackey’s Music
World.” Hensley was able to dig into the building’s
history and found more historical information than
anyone, least of all Mackey, would have expected.
The claims and experiences are abundant.
The first person to ever experience anything in
the building was Carl Lawson, Mackey’s first
employee. Lawson worked as the caretaker and
handyman, living in the upstairs apartment over the
dance hall. Lawson wasn’t ashamed to talk about
ghosts and his experiences, but most people thought
he was just plain crazy. Lawson knew a lot about
the history—the legends, the lore, and whatever
truth was wrapped up in there, too—about the
place. So, could he be, whether subconsciously or
consciously, making things up to get his 15 minutes
of fame? Was his mind twisted by what he knew,
or was he genuinely experiencing all the things he
claimed?
It wasn’t until Janet finally spoke up that
others followed her lead and began to speak of
their own experiences as well. Lawson never
backed down from what he always claimed to have
experienced. Reports began to pour in. Hensley
eventually received 29 signed affidavits, which he
included in his book as proof of what he not only
investigated, but claimed to also have experienced
some activity as well in search of the truth. These
affidavits came from regulars, including many
well-respected and high-ranking individuals in the
community—police officers, clergy, and even Janet
Mackey.
The claims reported include everything
from full-bodied apparitions, or FBA’s, to
poltergeist activity, to downright frightening
experiences such as demonic possession. Lawson
has probably had the most encounters with the
spirits in the building and he claims that anytime a
psychic would visit to check out the club activity
would increase dramatically.
The first ghost reported was a dark, very angry
man behind the bar. No one but Lawson could
see this ghost, although there were others there
at the time. When Lawson checked everything
at night to ensure the club was completely closed
down, all would be well. Then later, in the middle
of the night, he’d wake up, and the doors would
be unlocked, the bar lights would be on, and even
more curious the jukebox would be playing music.
Curious because the jukebox was not only turned
off, but also unplugged! And it would be playing a
song from the 1930’s or ‘40’s, the most popular of
which was “The Anniversary Waltz,” which wasn’t
even in its playlist.
At 6 am every morning it sounded as though
a herd of elephants was running through the bar, but
when Lawson looked there would be nothing there.
When Lawson started hearing noises coming from
the basement, things got real. He found the cappedoff
well from the slaughterhouse. Not being
particularly religious, Lawson could never explain
what possessed him, but he sprinkled holy water
over the well. That one act increased the activity
in the club, rather than decreasing it as Lawson had
hoped. Later, Lawson would pry the top off of the
well, an act he again couldn’t explain.
In 1994, the activity had built on Lawson
to such a degree that he had no choice but to call in
outside help. He underwent a rather unsuccessful
exorcism, having supposedly been possessed by
both Walling and Jackson. The exorcism was
taped, and since he has reported a new lease on life,
embracing sobriety, and becoming a Christian.
It wasn’t, however, until Mackey’s wife
Janet reported her experiences that others really
began to take the haunting seriously and began to
report their experiences. Janet had seen ghosts,
felt the overwhelming presences of spirits, and
even smelled Johanna’s “signature” rose scent.
But, she’d had a very frightening experience in
the basement. Janet was suddenly overcome by
the scent of roses and felt something unseen swirl
around her. She felt something grab her by the
waist, pick her up and throw her back down. Janet
was able to get away from whatever had attacked
her, and when she got to the top of the stairs, there

was a pressure on her, pushing her back down the
stairs. She looked back up, and there was a voice,
screaming at her to “Get out! Get out!”
At the time, Janet was 5 months pregnant
and when she told her husband, she was visibly
bruised and quite shaken. Janet delivered their
baby girl prematurely later that day; she weighed
just 1 pound. Soon after her experience, Janet
stopped going to the club altogether. She simply
couldn’t deal with the stress of what she was
experiencing, and she didn’t want to experience the
push down the stairs that ended in her premature
delivery ever again. In the three decades that
Bobby Mackey’s was open prior to her death in
2009, rarely was Janet seen there.
Once word got around that both Lawson
and Janet had been talking to Hensley about their
experiences, employees and patrons alike began
to speak up as well. Two employees recounted
experiences that revolved around Lawson:
Roger Heath, who worked odd jobs in the club,
remembered Lawson coming up from the basement
one day with handprints on the back of his shirt,
looking as if he’d been hugged—but the two of
them were the only two in the building. Erin Fey,
a hostess, had laughed at Lawson for once again
speaking about Johanna, but stopped when she
caught a strong whiff of rose perfume.
People began reporting objects moving
on their own, lights turning on and off, and
disembodied voices and laughter. There’s a
headless ghost dressed in turn-of-the-century
clothing who matches the description of Bryan, and
photographs of Buck Brady match the description
of an often-seen ghost. When Hensley turned to
research, he claimed to be stunned to discover
that the events of the past were closely connected
to the haunting of the present. Also, no present-
day witnesses have had any clue about any of the
people connected to the past of the building—with
the exception of Lawson.
Besides Janet, several patrons have been
physically attacked by the spirits in the club.
One customer even tried to sue Mackey in 1994,
claiming he was attacked in the men’s restroom.
Rich Lawson claims to have been harassed by
a spirit with a handlebar mustache. As he was
washing his hands, he suddenly heard a crashing
noise behind him. When he turned to look at what
startled him, he saw the ghost with a menacing look
and noticed that the metal garbage can beside him
had been hurled behind him with much force. The
room got very hot, and the ghost was yelling, “Die
game! Die game!” Incidentally, “die game” is
Latin for “dying well,” or “dying good.”
The lawsuit was dismissed, but it prompted
Mackey to place a sign just inside the front of his
establishment, which reads: “WARNING TO OUR
PATRONS: This establishment is purported (sic)
to be haunted. Management is NOT responsible
and cannot be held liable for any actions of any
ghosts/spirits on this (sic) premises.” FBA’s FBA
reported include the spirits of a headless Bryan,
Walling, Jackson, Johanna, Brady, the gangster
Albert “Red” Masterson, Timmy, and a little girl
who throws rocks at the living. Bryan seemed to
find the club appealing, as it is nearest to the place
she died. Walling and Jackson may be haunting
the place not because they worshipped Satan, but
because they died of slow strangulation (it took
them about 10 minutes to die). They also may
blame Bryan and could be haunting her. Brady
may haunt the place simply because he loved it and
wasn’t happy about having to sell out to Mobsters.
No one is sure why the little girl’s spirit haunts the
club, or how she died, but it’s possible she could
have been a sacrificial victim.
Chairs move where no human hand appears to
move them, rooms go cold, and people hear their
names called by some unseen entity. Several
people claim to have been possessed while in the
club. Some of them felt cold chills run through
their bodies, some took on different personalities,
and some claimed to notice different facial features.
Many witnesses have noticed that the
activity in the club is often preceded by the strong
smell of rose perfume, which has been noted as
Johanna’s signature scent. People have reported
experiencing mysterious cell phone calls that
seemingly come from nowhere. Coin machines go
on and off by themselves. Many strange things
happen usually when there are few people around
to witness them.
Johanna has been seen in a number of
places, but she seems to really enjoy being onstage
during Bobby Mackey’s performances.
Timmy usually appears in the basement. Strong
noises come from the basement even when the
area is presumed empty. Some entities will poke,
touch people, and pull hair. Some entities push,
follow patrons home, and supposedly even cause
miscarriages. Ghost dogs have also apparently
been seen.
Many locals still believe the basement holds
the gateway or portal to Hell itself, a reference to
the long-abandoned slaughterhouse well, which
has been referred to as the “Gateway to Hell,”
or “Hell’s Gate.” Stairs near the well in the old
slaughterhouse head up to the ceiling and simply
end there. They have been called “the stairs that
lead to nowhere,” but more fancifully, they’re
usually referred to as the “Stairway to Heaven.”
Phantom footsteps can often be heard on these
stairs.

The ghost of a dog and a fireman are
sometimes seen by the red couch near the side of
the main stage. A German shepherd once owned
by Brady has been seen. A shadowy figure seen
moving into the back room is thought to be the
ghost of Goodman. The spirit of George, one of the
people from whom Mackey bought the building,
has been seen—he seems to stay primarily in the
upstairs apartment.
In the area by the coin machines, batteries
are known to drain and cameras and video
equipment will malfunction. In the Old Cash
Room, many different ghosts have been reported,
and it seems that they can often be brought out if
someone speaks in German or Italian. Johanna’s
ghost is often seen on the catwalk, and it’s reported
she doesn’t mind getting right up in one’s face.
Shadow people and a ghostly waiter populate the
bar area.
In the basement, chairs are often thrown,
and the face of an old man has been seen. Timmy
has appeared in the Tunnel Room. In the Wall of
Faces Room, people have heard growling, been
scratched, been possessed, and many strange
pictures have been captured. In the Well Room,
apparitions of Walling and Jackson have been seen.
Some people believe that spirits can’t cross water.
The northern current of the Licking River may be
keeping the spirits trapped inside Bobby Mackey’s.
Paranormal Investigations
Many paranormal investigations have taken
place at Bobby Mackey’s. Hensley has participated
in a number of them. Ghost Adventures has
investigated on several occasions, airing 2 episodes
on the Travel Channel as part of their ongoing
television series. Ghost Hunters (TAPS) have also
televised their investigation, and a number of other
regional groups have held private investigations at
the site.
Ghost Adventures (or GAC) started off their
first season with a trip to Bobby Mackey’s. As with
all the other GAC investigations since, the Crew
interviewed the employees, as well as locals, who
had experiences at the club, took a tour to check out
the hot spots, and did a preliminary investigation
during the initial tour.
Unable to reach Janet, the Crew inquired
as to her whereabouts, and Mackey explained
about her terrifying experience. They also met
with Lawson, Lawson mentioned having found a
piece of a human skull inside the well beneath the
building. Lawson claimed he wished he’d never
discovered the well, believing that in doing so,
he’d opened the building up to all of the demonic
activity and attacks that have occurred since.
Matt Coates, the current caretaker, led the
Crew into the area known as the Room of Faces.
It was here that spots on the wall temporarily give
Bagans the impression of a screaming face. As
they headed to the well area, Coates mentioned that
one night down there, he saw a satanic symbol on
the floor glowing green that felt hot to the touch;
it only happened the one time. As they were about
to leave the room, everyone briefly saw a shadowy
figure duck behind a nearby refrigerator. Bagans
attempted to make contact, but they received no
responses.
Lastly, Lastly before lockdown, the Crew searched
around the Licking River, seeking out any possible
“exit” from the well. They found a sewer opening
and made their way back to the end, where the well
was still somewhat sealed. While they headed back
out, as they were exploring, they claimed to hear
female voices, but they didn’t capture any of them
with their equipment.
Their lockdown began amid very heavy
rainfall. The Crew taunted and goaded the spirits
to show themselves in the bar area first. They
decided to bring in a portable radio and play “The
Anniversary Waltz” to mimic the jukebox. The
room started to feel extremely cold, and the hair on
their arms and necks stood on end.
As they pulled out other equipment,
they heard a brief, squeaky female voice. Their
equipment also picked up the sound. They asked if
Johanna was hiding in the attic. They intended to
go up there, but they started hearing slight noises
coming from the attic before they could get there.
Bagans headed up there alone, and the stationary
camera positioned up in the attic caught the muffled
sound of a woman crying.
As soon as Bagans returned from the attic,
he heard loud bangs and Nick Groff screaming.
Bagans caught Groff running out of the men’s
restroom, where Rich Lawson claimed to have
been attacked. Groff explained that as he finished
relieving himself, two loud bangs sounded right
next to his head, as if he weren’t welcome, so he
ran out, still buttoning up his fly. The Crew, this
time also including Aaron Goodwin, returned to the
men’s restroom to investigate. Groff demonstrated
what he heard, and shortly after, another bang
sounded. The Crew was startled, and Bagans had
to force the others to stop running away from the
activity.
Bagans measured increased Electromagnetic
field (or EMF) levels, which can indicate
the presence of a spirit—or it can indicate electrical
lines that aren’t grounded properly, or a slew of
other things that may need to be dealt with that has
nothing to do with the paranormal. The important
thing with EMF is to find the source of the

increased levels, or use other data to back up what
makes it appear to be paranormal.
Goodwin’s camera captured an unexplained
male voice singing or humming. In the basement,
the Crew investigated the area around the well.
Bagans started feeling a burning sensation on his
back, along with dizziness. Groff and Goodwin
lifted Bagans’s shirt and were shocked to find a
clear set of scratch marks, plus more scratches
appearing as the video continued to roll.
The video also captured some glowing anomalies
around Bagans, who had to leave the area. The
Crew was determined to investigate the well
and the basement, so Bagans pushed to keep
going. In the Room of Faces, they lit candles and
placed them in a suggestively ritualistic manner.
Inspecting the walls, they found traces of blood
drops from long ago.
Groff Grof stayed in the area and tried to get
some good Electromagnetic Voice Phenomena, or
EVP’s, which are voices recorded through video or
voice recording that can’t be heard at the time the
recording is made. One EVP he did get was of a
woman or girl crying, and then a raspy male voice.
The Crew re-grouped to check on the
camera they had set up by the refrigerator where
they had seen the shadowy figure dart away during
the walk-through. Soon after they checked in they
saw the camera caught footage of a black silhouette
of a man in a cowboy hat walking behind and to
the left of the refrigerator. They believed the figure
might be the ghost of Jackson.
GAC reported that they believe there
is definitely evil at Bobby Mackey’s. Shortly
after their investigation, they consulted with the
demonologist Bishop James Long, the presiding
Archbishop of the US Old Catholic Church.
Bagans discussed that this was the first time he’d
ever been attacked, and he showed the footage for
Bishop Long. Bishop Long explained that since
there were 3 marks, the marking of the Trinity,
the 3-clawed scratch that Bagans received was
demonic. Bishop Long advised that Bagans and
other investigators like him not provoke demonic
spirits. Bagans declared that he would continue
to investigate in his style, regardless, but he does
understand the risk of his chosen profession.
After their discussion with Bishop Long,
the Crew discussed their evidence with Mackey
and a few of his staff. They believed that what they
found was fairly compelling. Because of that, they
investigated Mackey’s several more times over the
next few years, inviting fans and other investigators
to join them each time.
However, when they left after that first
investigation, GAC claimed the evil spirits
followed them home and wreaked havoc with their
personal lives. They returned in the fourth season
of their show in order to confront the demons they
believed helped to ruin their lives.
This time, they watched the video of
Lawson’s 1994 exorcism. During the investigation,
Bagans claimed to see a pair of red eyes, but
they were never captured on video for evidence.
Chiming, violin music, crashing, humming, and
growling noises were all heard. Many EVP’s
were captured this time, many of them foul and
threatening. Also captured were a couple of names
related to the investigation and the building.
The last time the Crew visited Bobby
Mackey’s; they drove by in their seventh season.
They had heard that Lawson had died in Jan. 2012,
and they wanted to pay their respects. Bagans and
Groff refused to park the car on the same side of the
road as the building, and Bagans forbid Goodwin to
enter the building—all due to previous experiences
the Crew had inside. They sent Billy Tolley,
GAC’s technical expert, inside to film the memorial
and send their regards, so that the guys could see
the memorial without having to set foot inside the
building again.
The Ghost Hunters (TAPS) (T investigated
Bobby Mackey’s in an episode that aired in
November 2011. During TAPS’s walk-through,
TAPS learned about the stories of Bryan and
Johanna. Then they learned about Janet and her
being pushed down the stairs—supposedly, the
ghost who pushed her down the stairs was named
George. There was emphasis put on how all 3
women were 5 months pregnant.
During the investigation, Jason Hawes and
Wilson found high EMF readings around the main
floor of the bar area. Wilson asked Johanna if
they could come backstage, and there was a clear
“no” in response. Maddie, the ghost hunting dog,
became very focused on a column in the room,
but no visible reason could be found. Amy
Williamson and Adam Berry investigated near the
well area in the basement. They found high EMF
levels and claim this explains the reported feelings
of uneasiness in the area. .
Dave Tango shot a stun gun up and down
the catwalk in the hopes that any entity there
will use the energy projected to manifest itself.
Based on the attempts to draw George out, the
Team decided George must only be interested in
harassing pregnant women.
Evidence collected by TAPS was fairly
sparse. One EVP was of a voice speaking, although
it was unintelligible. Another EVP was: “Dog
sees,” while Maddie was inspecting the column she
was so interested in. Hawes and Wilson decided
that Mackey’s wasn’t haunted, although there was
a bit of activity captured. There was no unusual

evidence captured, according to the TAPS Team.
Mackey never believed in the paranormal,
but after seeing the exorcism of his friend and the
first person he ever hired, he made plans to tear
down the current building and build a new club on
an adjacent property. While he was discussing the
demolition one day, Mackey had a piece of ceiling
fall on him. The next thing he knew, the adjacent
property was rendered useless when a fissure about
6” wide and about 60’ deep suddenly “appeared”
from out of nowhere. Thus, the new club has never
been built, and Bobby Mackey’s Music World is
still operating out of the old building.
A number of different paranormal tour
arrangements can be made for anyone who wants to
experience Bobby Mackey’s the way many of the
employees and other locals have in the past. Both
the Northern Kentucky Paranormal Society and the
Cincinnati Regional Association for Paranormal
Studies conduct the weekend tours, but private
tours are also available during the week when the
club is closed. Please see the website for further
details (Source #2).
Although Lawson has now passed on, it’s
important to note his contribution to making Bobby
Mackey’s Music World just what it is today. No
matter what anyone may believe about the truth
of his tales of ghostly encounters, possession, and
exorcism, the man helped to create the legends
that make Bobby Mackey’s so popular in the
paranormal community.
What Hensley first dismissed as fake, he
soon realized was quite real. Witnesses told strange
tales that ended in 29 signed affidavits, a great deal
of historical research to verify any details about the
site, and a very popular book. Hensley participated
in numerous paranormal investigations as well
as the 1994 exorcism of Lawson. He claims that
the same person who investigated Amityville and
called that a fake have authenticated the haunting
at Bobby Mackey’s as quite real indeed. They
say that something evil walks and waits inside the
doors of Bobby Mackey’s Music World.
Sources:
1.) http://www.bobbymackey.com/home2.html
“Bobby Mackey Home Page”
2.) http://www.bobbymackey.com/h_paranormal.htm
“Bobby Mackey – Paranormal”
3.) http://www.bobbymackey.com/hellsgate.html
“HELL’S GATE: Terror at Bobby Mackey’s”
4.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Mackey’s_
Music_World
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World – Wikipedia, the free
encyclopedia”
5.) http://www.prairieghost.com/bobby.html
“THE MURDER OF PEARL BRYAN & THE GHOSTS
OF BOBBY MACKY’S MUSIC WORLD”
6.) http://www.brutalashell.com/2010/04/cinematichaunts-bobby-mackeys-music-world
“Cinematic Haunts: Bobby Mackey’s Music World | Brutal
As Hell”
7.) http://ghostadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Bobby_
Mackey’s_Music_World_(episode)
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World (episode) – Ghost
Adventures Wiki”
8.) http://ghostadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Return_
to_Bobby_Mackey%27s_(episode)
“Return to Bobby Mackey’s (episode) – Ghost Adventures
Wiki”
9.) http://ghostadventures.wikia.com/wiki/
Sedamsville_Rectory_(episode)
“Sedamsville Rectory (episode) – Ghost Adventures Wiki”
10.) http://www.paranormal-encounters.com/
ep/?p=339
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World! | Paranormal Encounters”
11.) http://www.hauntedhouse.com/states/ky/bobby_
mackeys.htm
“Kentucky Hauntings, Bobby Mackey’s Music World –
HauntedHouses.com”
12.) http://www.riseupparanormal.com/paranormalworld/locations/Bobby_Mackeys_Music_World.htm
“RISEUP Paranormal”
13.) http://voices.yahoo.com/the-ghosts-historybobby-mackeys-music-world-1354999.html
“The Ghosts and History of Bobby Mackey’s Music World
in Wilder, Kentucky – Yahoo! Voices…”
14.) http://creepycincinnati.com/2012/10/03/bobbymackeys-music-world-2/
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World | Creepy Cincinnati”
15.) http://www.masslive.com/television/index.
ssf/2011/11/ghost_hunters_shock_wish_disti.html
“Ghost Hunters Shock with ‘Distillery of Spirits’ |
masslive.com”
16.) http://www.nyparanormalsociety.com/bobby_
mackeys.html
“The New York Paranormal Society”
17.) http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/article-
21867-bobby_mackeys_music_world.html
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World”
18.) http://www.travelchannel.com/tv-shows/ghostadventures/articles/bobby-mackeys-haunted-history
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World”
19.) http://creepycincinnati.com/2012/01/28/rip-carllawson/
“R.I.P. Carl Lawson | Creepy Lawson”
20.) http://www.frightscape.com/hellsgate.html
“REAL Ghost Story 2”
21.) http://www.ghostresearch.org/Investigations/
mackey.html
“Bobby Mackey’s Music World Investigation”
22.) http://ghostadventures.wikia.com
“Ghost Adventures Wiki”
23.) http://www.syfy.com/ghosthunters/episodes/
season/7/episode/723/distillery_of_spirits
“Distillery of Spirits | Episodes | Ghost Hunters | SyFy”

Pagan Interfaith Library to be created in South Africa. Books needed!
At the 2013 Lustration of the Ancestors, the Correllian Tradition is re-instituting the creation of the Pagan Interfaith Library.
Here are some facts to know:
One book in South Africa can cost the same as two days of groceries. Safety is also still an issue in South Africa for Witches.
Books of all kinds encouraged! All paths and all disciplines are welcome. Spirituality, rituals, magick, runes, tarot, herbs, Gods &
Goddesses, crystals, meditation, candles, oils, crafts, dream analysis, spirit guides, numerology, astrology, cooking, Reiki, philosophy,
pagan-oriented fiction, divination, etc.!
CDs, DVDs, tarot cards, divination tools, etc. are also welcome! These would be available to use at the Library.
Non-pagan oriented books can also help the mission by exchanging them for Pagan oriented ones on Paperbackbookswap.com. See
the Facebook page or e-mail cntbookmission@gmail.com for more information.
Please DO NOT send herbs, incense, candles, or perishables.
The Facebook page has MUCH more
info about the project so visit at:
http://www.facebook.com/groups/
cntbooks/
The Pagans in South Africa will treasure every book you send to build this library
No donation is too small or too large!
Spread the word -- flyers, the internet, word-of-mouth. Host a mini book-drive at your circle, temple,
coven, grove, or study-group.
Watch for sales at book-stores which may be closing in your area. Discount bookstores often have great
deals, too. You can donate your credits from paperbackbookswap.com too!
All donations should be shipped to the Florida address below, and the Correllian Nativist Tradition will see the books
and other items make it to South Africa!
Shipping address:
Laurie Denman
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Mystic Meanderings
By: Rev. David McDonald, RMT
Greetings, to all my Brothers and Sisters. Many of us in the Correllian Tradition
are members of the Correllian Order of Reiki as a student or Master/
Teacher. Since joining the tradition, I have always wanted to contribute to
not only the tradition itself but also more to the Order of Reiki. In order to
give back what has been given to me, I thought it would be great to contribute
articles to the Pagan World Times in the realm Reiki. What I would
like to start off with is a more in-depth look at the Five Reiki Principles. So
going with this idea, here is a quick overview of the principles and a more
in-depth look at principle number one.
The Five Reiki Principles were created by Dr. Usui himself after his experiences
in Kyoto. It was here the he learned the lessons of not teaching
gratitude to those that he treated. The lesson that he learned was that we
can only be grateful for the things we place value on and respect for. From
that point he began to teach along these guidelines to get his student to take
responsibility for themselves and for others. Today, it is said that the Five
Reiki Principles are the foundation of Dr. Usui’s teachings. Below you will
find a list of the Five Reiki Principles that Dr. Usui taught. We are also going
to take a deeper look into each of these principles one by one. In doing
so not only will we see their effect on the practice of Reiki but also the effect
they will have in our own daily lives.
The Five Reiki Principles are:
I. Just for today, do not anger
II. Just for today, do not worry
III. Honor your parents, teachers and elders
IV. Earn your living honestly
V. Show gratitude to every living thing
Now, let’s take a more in-depth look at the first Reiki principle. As we
take a closer look, stop and think how this principle can be applied to
your daily life.
I. Just for today, do not anger. Anger, we all have it within our being.
The key though is to let go of it. When we let go of anger we are in fact
releasing what is blocking us from being able to love unconditionally. By
holding onto to anger, we are in fact purposefully separating ourselves
from the Universal Consciousness/God/Goddess/Higher Power. When
our expectations about ourselves and others get the best of us, when we
or they fail to live up to these expectations or our needs and desires, then
we become angry. The people we are angry at have no realization of our
anger most of the time. It hurt us more than it could ever hurt them. We
must remember that all beings are brought into our lives for a reason.
They are in fact much like a mirror a direct reflection of the cause and
effect that we ourselves have created. Every thought we have sets up a
cause and effect. It is through these people that we bring into our lives
that we can begin to discover the weak points in our egos. Being angry is
very destructive of our inner harmony. It begins to break down our very
being creating energy blocks and allows negativity to set in. Be aware of
what causes the anger – just what are the expectation and/or demand?
Feel the emotion and feel it fully, then release it and let it go.
I hope you enjoyed this first submission. I look forward to bringing a
more in-depth look into the other principles in upcoming issues of the
Pagan World Times.
Blessed Be to All.

Inspired Inspired Inspired Visions Visions Visions
By: Lindsay Irvin

By Owl Phoenix
harvest parties --
a lime green jello frog
filled with candy bugs
A Harem of Light Spirits
(original by bre 2/19/07)
The music seeps into my bones
I watch as veils flow retreat
and return and the hips follow.
The undulations!
The zells! right, right, left,
right, left cover the music
laughter entwines first the
arms the shifting movements
rapidly chasing brass
Oh to dance!
My hips, seated, protest
each attempt to reach up
to join this
Words the World is Made of
harem of light spirits
Flirty eyes, smoky above
the sea of shimmering scarves
flutter into brief butterflies
Oh the dance!
My eyes close and my spirit
climbs into the ethereal
I feel myself again
dancing on a twilight sky
She does physically
what I do ethereally
Oh to dance!
slowly brass fades hip scarves
quieten and I am returning
from some other world
The music playing my body,
seated, and yet I dance.
Imbolc series
crown of lights--
above the bonfires
dawn rises
hearth fires
relit from a bonfire coal
“Bride is welcome”
in the ash tiny footprints
“Bride has come”
***
frigid cold the deep snow
thaws one drop at a time
finding the meat of a frozen
deer --another week of snow
crack! more snapped trees
to feed the fire
Emblematic Poem
(Owl Phoenix)
An Emblematic
poem is a poem
in which
the poem is in the
shape of the
subject matter.

Ing’s Personal Tarot Reading
By: Rev. John (Ing) Snodgrass, HP
Tarot Reading for: 83121 3121 CAT
Date of Reading: 01 1 17 2013
The Readers Question: I would
like some insight on my music
career. I fear a bad choice about
record labels. Any insight on what
I can do to get back on track?
Note: Although I show all the Tarot Cards in
their Upright position - their true position is
noted under the individual card and in the card
meanings.
CARD ONE: Justice (Upright): The Justice card
is about cold, objective
balance through reason or
natural force. This is the card
that tells us that excesses
have consequences.
Justice urges us to make
adjustments, do whatever
is necessary to bring things
back into balance: physically,
emotionally, socially, and/
or spiritually. In a more
mundane sense it may signal a court case, legal
documents, or adjustments needed in a marriage or
partnership. The outcome of all of these may not be
exactly what we want, but it will be what we need.
It will also be scrupulously fair.
One thing to remember about the Justice card is
that it is not about punishment, good, bad, right or
wrong. It is about adjustment. The sword suggests
that sometimes this might not be pleasant. Justice
pares things down with that sword so that the
scales end up equal. Swords represent the mind and
suggest that Justice only listens to reason, logic and
facts. She will not be tricked by appeals to emotions
or passions, nor bribed for that matter. She will be
rational and cool-headed.
CARD TWO: Page of Cups (Reversed): Upright,
the Page of Cups can
represent a very sensitive
and gentle newcomer, one
with the soul of a poet.
Deeply imaginative and
empathetic, they will really
care about others opinions
and try hard to please
everyone.
Reversed and the Page of
Cups represents someone
who is hard to motivate. They are sad all the time
and they can bring your mood down with them.
Dealing with them is hard as you have to walk on
eggshells at all times around them.
The Page of Cups can also relate to messages or
letters from our friends and family. Reverse this
and you can expect sad messages such as a family
member, friend, in trouble and or hindrances to the
coming of any answer(s) looked for.
CARD THREE: The Fool (Reversed): The card
of The Fool is all about
starting something new,
going somewhere new; the
reverse is a total blockage of
our energy -- meaning that
we will be having difficulties
in starting anything new,
moving ahead, or even
seeing the world with fresh
eyes.
So if we reverse The Fool,
we are to be found sitting on the roadside with
holes in our shoes and pride... blisters on our feet
from the rocks in our shoes, unable to go further
forward for some time as deep healing will be
required -- physical and/or spiritual.
The SUMMARY: Taken together these are not
nice cards, but they are very wise cards.
Their message is simple -- that you must be cool- cool-
headed, and do what is necessary, no matter how
hard, how disagreeable, in order to gain, or re-gain
your (family) stability and future.
While it is true that getting completely lost in one’s
head, in the memories of past or future hopes or
imaginational dreams can be fun -- it is not real life,
in fact you need to return to the true real world of
dashed hopes and dreams, not pleasant I know, and
thus begin again by picking yourself up -- family
too -- dust yourselves off, and get on with your life.
Look with a fresh eye at documents that are the
plans of your life and see where and who is at
current fault and fix the problems found, not a
pleasant prospect in the short term but the results
will be in the longer run….

March Games
by Lily Greene
Spring\Maiden Goddesses Word Find
A V M N A G I N I Z J F W E B Goddesses:
R B U P N S I M E T R A S A L NAGINI
T A S A D P L V G O S E U G Q TIAMAT
E U E V E M D R E A I B N K S BAUBO
M B S E S C A L H N X S E J A ASTARTE
U O I W T V P S A R U G I R F ISIS
S R X Y H I Z Q S F P S P S W VENUS
P C C L D L D M T N G Q A Z P ARTEMIS
V A H Z O A H O A K W L P D T APHRODITE
T N R A I N B O R L A Z I S I VILA
W O L V B Y V B T H K S L C A PARVATI
Q P U A A F I J E U P Q L X M
K Y R S S T S C H B D A A N A
L M L T T L I K E K G K I L T

1
1
5
8
2
2
6
3
3
Spring\Ostara Crossword Puzzle
6 7
Across:
1. The sun's entry into _____ occurred at Ostara, the ram was used to symbolize
the Young God. (2)
2. Celebration of hope and renewal, rooted in Zoroastrianis, celebrated in Turkey,
Pakistan, Iran, and Afghanistan (3)
3. Also a symbol of renewal and Spring (3)
4. "Festival of Women" celebrated in ancient Rome (3)
5. Saxon Goddess of the dawn (3)
6. An egg's ____ represents the sun-god (3)
7. One God who is reborn at Ostara (3)
8. Hindu 'festival of colour' (3)
9. A symbol of new beginnings (3)
9
5
7
4 10
Down:
1. Aztec water Goddess symbolizing fertility, spring, river and lake waters. (1)
2. Latin "to bloom" (3)
3. Modern egg _____ derives from ancient agricultural societies who foraged for wild bird
eggs during this time of year (3)
4. Another God resurrected during this time of the year
5. Roman celebration for the Goddess Venus (3)
6. Hopi kachina, or Nature spirit, who governs Spring
7. Ostara is a _____ Sabbat and is sacred to the Young God (5)
8. Female ____ in Europe are able to conceive a second litter of offspring while still pregnant
with the first; symbol of fertility (3)
9. Roman Goddess of women, marriage, and childbirth honored during Matronalia (3)
10. In Greek legend, wood _____ are sent by anemos (the wind) in the Spring to herald his
arrival (3)
9

Futoshiki, also known as Hutoshiki or “Unequal”, is a logical math puzzle played on a
square grid. The objective is to enter numbers from 11-6
1 6 in each column and each row.
In addition, inequality constraints are given between some of the cells, indicating that
one cell must be higher or lower than its neighbor.
(www.sudoku-puzzles.net)

Can you spot the differences between the two altars?
Altar Find-It
1 - 6 -
2 - 7 -
3 - 8 -
4 - 9 -
5 - 10 -

FEBRUARY GAME ANSWERS
Wheel of the Year Word Find
M I M B O L C S Words:
I Y U L E A Samhain
M D O M Yule
A B S H Imbolc
B E T U L A Ostara
O L A M A I Beltane
N T R M N Midsummer
A A M E Lammas
N A R Mabon
E S

February Crossword Puzzle
3. R
1. S E T S U 2. B U N S A I 4. W
N R S H
O 2. M A I D E N S I
W G 3. H A M S T E R S
4. D A W N I U E
R D N
O S
P C
S R
5. I M B O L 5. C
S A 6. D
S N 7. L R 9. V
D U 6. C A N D 8. L E M A S
L P G E L
E E O N E
10. O 7. S T I R R I N G T N
I C S T
M A I
8. P E N N S Y L V A N I A 9. B O N E
L I E
C 10. F A U N U S S
ACROSS: DOWN:
1. Shinto festival that celebrates the coming of Spring; also 1. "Milk flower of the snow." (2)
considered a good luck festival. (1) 2. Irish symbol for the beginning of Spring; hung to protect a home
2. Aspect of the Goddess that is commonly celebrated from fire and evil. (3)
during the Spring. 3. "The first day of Spring in the traditional Japanese lunar calendar." (1)
3. Can also be used in a groundhog oracle. (4) 4. One color associated with this time of the year. (4)
4. _____ represents this time of the year. (4) 5. Use these to symbolize the returning sun's energies. (4)
5. ______ also called Festival of Lights. (4) 6. _____ are widely seen during the Chinese New Year. (2)
6. Another name for Imbolc. 7. Roman celebration for the coming Spring as well as fertility of flocks
7. Imbolc is a time of _______ and awakening. and people. (2)
8. Punxsutawney __________ is where the 'official' 8. Common practice of giving up something for a 40 day period between
groundhog used for weather prediction resides. (2) Ash\Clean Wednesday and Holy Saturday. (5)
9. _______ Moon is the Cherokee month starting second 9. ______ Day is a widely known celebration of romantic love.
New Moon. (2) 10. Gaelic meaning "lactation of ewes." (6)
10. Roman God that protected shepherds and their flocks. (2)

AL TAR FIND -IT
Can you spot the differences between the two altars?
1 - Altar cloth (blue\green) 6 - Pink cresent moon
2 - Shell mask 7 - Purple candle
3 - Initiation\Degree cord 8 - Red flower
4 - Fleur de lis star pin 9 - Cardinal\Blue jay feathers
5 - Yellow flower\Goddess in basket 10 - White altar strands