"The whiskey you bought me, I was afraid to unscrew it,
the Gypsy woman told me it was embalming fluid.
You got a Black Cat Bone and a Buzzard Feather, a John the Conquer Root and they're all tied together"
--CONJURED by Wynnonie Harris.
The season of Spring is well set upon us and the benediction of gentle rains sweep across the landscape, crystalline beads of water dripping from the green leaves as they unfurl to welcome the new season. This is the ideal time to replan your herb garden, prune any wayward branches or plants, pluck out the weeds and bid them adieu before introducing new herb-babies to the rest of the green, luscious family abundant in new blooms and sprouting. The first which has propagated into a lovely field of cornflower blue is my Borago Officinalis or commonly known as Borage, Bee Bread, Bugloss, Herb of Gladness, Langue de Boeuf, Lesan El Tour, Lisan Selvi, Star Flowers and Burrage. An annual plant with bristly stems, the leaves oval or slightly oblong-lanced shaped which the basal varieties forming rosettes on the stem and branches. An exciting time for oil production because I have long been awaiting the seeds to make my Borage Seed Oil which has been a recipe long in the family for all sorts of purposes from the medicinal and the magickal. An additive to red wine to gladden the heart, the seeds powered and sprinkled upon the crimson surface, encouraging joy and merriment, intoxicating to the senses and promotes laughter; popular in old Rom Gypsy wine recipes. Not only was the wine associated to cause merriment but also to prevent gout, arthritis, dermatitis and a medical aid against fever and toxins within the blood along with improving milk flow of lactating mothers and nurses. A pulp made with the leaves and stalks may be used to reduce swelling and bruises, along with a tonic made from the same to work as a disinfectant to cuts, abrasions and sores to stop infection from spreading.
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"O'Beautiful Earth, clandestine keeper of the secrets and mysteries, of dirt and ocean, who, together with the stars and moon, follow on from the flambeaux of daylight, who knows all that is of my designs and who aids me in my healings- from the rising Earth to the heaving Sea. Mother, who furnishes her children with powerful herbs, roots and bones to weave their medicine. By tender breeze to powerful tempest that adorns the skies with trident titanious spears against adversary and tyranny. High Mountains, to the whispering grasses which bow and weave in the twisting tendrils of those ancient tongues to offer protection and santuary in loving embrace. Oceans, Waterfalls, Rivers, and Lakes which stream past your circles of this world where hence springs the glory of life and takes the dead to your outstretched arms. Sky Father, Forest Mother, Earth Mother, Sea Lover. Great and Mighty Ancient Ones, look kindly upon my undertakings which are given in your honour and always with respect upon the path I walk, in your sacred and arcane names.
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'Neath the opalescent Moon, basking in the silvery brilliance of that omnipotent radiance. The Priestess, the beloved, the dedicated servant and daughter of the beauteous one, the Great Mother of the Earth: "Who am I to be seen in your eyes? Who am I to be seen in my eyes? What shall be the symbol of such fondness, this adoration I express for you?" So she, The Creatrix of Life, Mistress of Nature... answered her daughter, her most sacred of children. Bending down, her lips gently pressed to the ear. A radiant opalescent flame of rhombus-diamond tendrils- like vines of everlasting affection for all of Nature embraced within those earthy hands upon the ground shrouded by the essence of night.
Her bountiful physique in convex to accept respect and veneration, for the love of lovers & the soft tender velveteen white roses whose thorns never perforated the flesh, nor caused sanguine drops through flesh like the fountain of life that could spring from her veins, rubies of rain. Her mellifluous step not hurting the delicate vegetation beneath her soft step: "You know who you are within my eyes for the image is the same as you see within yours! We are one and one the same, one heart, one soul and one mind. The sign shall be my ecstasy, my medicine, the awareness of the permanence of continuation, the omnipotence and embodiment of my body, my blessed Universal womb which houses all life and cradles all of darknesses in order for it to be born into the light".
In the silence of the night-tide, where the wind gently blew to stroke the cheek in loving touch; the priestess retorted to the Queen of the Earth, the Great Mother and the celestial spheres that ascended like eternal arms towards the star-strewn sky... kissing the exquisite brows and divine lips of her Priestess, her treasured Daughter. Crystalline resplendent dew of divine light bathing her whole body like a sweet-smelling perfume of spicy floral accolades: "O My Shining Mother! Mother of the Earth in all your glory and guises! Continuous one of Heaven, Lady who governs all life upon this earth- let it be known forever thus; that men converse not of me as One but instead as None; should this be, then let them not speak at all of me in the shapeless forgotten memory of their way, their faith lost to time and faded papers of archaic ways... since you are continuous, my eternal flower, daughter of my blood, child of my womb... then that is how you shall be remembered and revered by me, your Eternal Mother and this place where you and I both respectfully walk".
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