King of Clubs
Hail the Forest King,
Many-tined Master of Beasts,
Most Ancient of Hobbs!
Vital and Wild One,
all of life knows its rhythms,
guided by your blood!
Queen of Clubs
Behold the Spring Queen,
The Wild and Verdant Lady—
The Mistress of Deer!
Fairies and witches
run with you in the moonlight,
compelled by your horn!
Jack of Clubs
O Hobb of the Green,
dweller of deserted glens,
so lusty and wild:
The flash of your eyes
beckons us to adventure
down a route unknown.
Based on the folk witchcraft themes found in Robin Artisson’s The Hands of Fate, the second installment of my cartomancy poems for the royal court takes us deep into the woods, where we walk among the familiar figures of Herne, Diana, and Puck. I really connected with these figures depicted in the cards.
King of Spades
Hail to the King of Elf-Arrows,
Leader of the Wild Hunt!
Hail to the Great Stormer,
Magnificent and deadly,
Pitiless judge and executioner,
Source of all winds!
Only the bravest souls seek
Your sorceries among the snows!
Queen of Spades
Hail to the Queen of Elf-Arrows,
Mistress of Shadows and Winter!
Scathing and frosty one,
Bringer of woe and anxiety,
Even the wisest among us
Flee the lash of your bitter tongue!
Jack of Spades
Hail the Knave of Spades,
The Killer Frost and Ill Wind—
Sharp darts of elf-shot
flying unseen from your bow
strike us from behind!
I picked up Robin Artisson’s Hands of Fate before Christmas and started delving into playing card-based cartomancy. The author’s folk witchcraft perspective gave my divination and imagination the jump-start they needed. I’m sure to review this book in the future, but for now I’ll simply say I recommend it highly.
Oct 2019 #Spiritwork #Domagick Day 27
(I’m shifting focus away briefly from my house and land sprites to work with the daemoness Delepitoré this evening. This is a brief prayer intended for her as part of my rite. It includes her daemonic enn, or the phrase used to invoke / invite her into my ritual space.)
Deyen Pretore Ramec Delepitoré On Ca!
Daemoness of Sorcery, bless me.
All spells are known to you.
All magicks are mastered by your hands.
Bless me with your wisdom.
Baptize me with your gifts.
Let my talents grow in the coming year,
And my knowledge grow to match it.
Lady of the Arcane, bless me.
April Landry had always been drawn to Ten Peaks. When she moved there with David, she never expected him to die on her, and leave her battling his sister, Miriam, for the family estate. Her only solaces are her paintings and the kind check-ins from the young, hunky Brad Peterson next door.
When April plants a rosebush in David’s garden, next to an unfortunate slab of stone, something deep within the mountain awakens and uncovers David’s darkest secrets. She belongs to Him now…
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And make sure to look for the first in Dalliances with Demon series: Temple of Lilith by Anne O’Connell!
And as a special treat for my readers, here is a mini-version of the soundtrack that I mentioned in my last post. Music is truly magical for me. At a very young age, I learned to travel to the astral plane thanks to the strains of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I refined my technique when I picked up a drum and began to explore core shamanism over twenty years ago. I still use song (and dance!) frequently in my rituals, and sang praises to Belphegore during my time working intently with him just like the main character in my novella, April. Now that spring has passed and the heat of summer has claimed my city, I leave Belphegore offerings before I go for my walk in the cool of the mornings, often with music that reminds me of him streaming through my headphone. Hail to the Mountain King!
Tainted Love – Marilyn Manson
The Perfect Drug – Nine Inch Nails
I Touch Myself – The Genitorturers
Oh My God – Pink (Featuring Peaches)
Teeth – Lady Gaga
Crushing Close – Garbage VS Nine Inch Nails
Marry the Night – Lady Gaga
Hall of the Mountain King – Apocalyptica
Enjoy – and if you like these artists, please consider picking up their albums!
I’m so excited! All of the work for Belphegore comes to fruition tomorrow with the release of my novella and the debut of my new pen name. Right now, I am “rush and scurry” mode, like I’m trying to prepare for the arrival of a very important guest. The thing is, that guest arrived well over a month ago, and my head is still reeling from his visit!
Although my story for him is done, I find Belphegore still frequently on my mind. The soundtrack I created for the novella remains on my phone, and it seems like the shuffle function brings its tracks up over and over during my morning walks. Through their lyrics, I feel like my main characters are still interacting with one another—aching for one another. I can only hope that desire made it onto the page. Is that what every romance writer wants?
One thing I definitely want: to return to the setting of The Altar of Belphegore someday. I don’t mean by setting another story there, either, though that is a possibility. The town of Ten Peaks is based on a real place, a beauty of a vacation spot nestled in the Canadian Rockies. It attracts thousands of tourists every year thanks to the glacier-fed, startlingly blue lake at the center of its nearby valley. The little hamlet itself if no secret… but I will let you figure out its true name yourself. All the better to preserve a little of Ten Peaks’ mystery.
Yet the Valley of the Ten Peaks is more than just a tourist spot. Before white men renamed the summits of the Rockies, those around the great blue lake were known only by the numbers one through ten by the Stony tribe indigenous to the area. They rode their horses in the shadows of these great silent giants, paying homage to them and the rest of nature. Even today, you can still hear the spirit of these immense beings of stone if you take the time to listen. Their voices are in every gust of wind coming down the mountains, in every drop of rain. May your life be full of their blessings!
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Listen to the words of the Dark Goddess, She of Many Names.
Whenever you have need, take yourself to a private place and call upon me. Better yet, adore me when the moon is new, for I am the Queen of Shadows.
You will know no shame. You will tell no lies. As a sign of your freedom, let your soul be naked in my rites. Sing, dance, feast, make music, and make love in my presence. I take joy in your joy, and all acts of pleasure are my rituals.
My law is that you love all beings. I am the darkness of the womb, and I am the darkness of the tomb. All comes from me, and all returns to me. In this all creatures are united, from the smallest to the greatest. I am the beauty of the soil and earth. I am the depth of the oceans and the space between the stars. I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe, and I have breathed life into every being in existence. I need no sacrifice but self-compassion and kindness to one another.
Contemplate this, and you will know the greatest of my Mysteries: what you cannot find within yourself you will never find without. I have been with you from the beginning, and I will be with you to the end and beyond. I am the peace that is attained at the end of desire.
(Original Charge of the Goddess by Doreen Valiente, adapted by William Briar. Image by lightstargod on pixabay.)
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