Across the Abyss

Stories from the Gleam #grimr_org #lore #storytelling #dreams #stories

Stories.

Tales.

Myths.

Stories draw from the Gleam, and the combination of that source, the storyteller’s blood, sweat, and tears, and the fascination or emotional reaction of the listener becomes something living, like a egregore but free willed.

The Gleam is a place of danger, the endless plains and forests and oceans. Beyond the Veil, beyond the Gloom, the Gleam is endless. It is dangerous,…

I am the Raven of Dreams, a Poem of Candlemas by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis #poetry #candlemas #bridesday

I am the Raven of Dreams, Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore, I pluck the thoughts and memories, That aren’t remembered no more, Shiny things in thoughts and dreams, And babbles of treasure lost, In memories long faded away, In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams, Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore, My beak will tear and rip and pull, And feed on memory’s corpse, All is food to…

Poem: Hail, oh, Builder of Storms #allhallows #samhain #poetry

You take your throne as winter comes, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, Secrets rest as the Dead rise up, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, We the Lost who few can see, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, We hear your call of winter winds, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, A fire lit that once was cold, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, On winter winds you find your own, Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, The year grows nigh as…

Poem: Pipers #poetry #dancers #twins #devil

The Twins, Sometimes enemies fighting, Sometimes lovers making love, Sometimes friendly rivals, Sometimes partners in crime.

The Bright Twin and the Darkling Twin, Catalyst and Nexus, Sometimes both male, Sometimes both female, Sometimes one of each, Sometimes lines blurring.

Sometime one under the other’s foot, Sometimes vice versa, And so the Dancers dance, And the Pipers play.

~Pipers by…

On Veils and Webs and Hedges... #hedge #veil #witchcraft #grimr_org

Much folklore, tradition, and mythology talk of a boundary, an edge, a division between worlds. Why this is common should be fairly evident. If there is an Otherworld, Underworld, any type of world beyond ours, if there was no separation, there would be no other world, the two would be one. For the two to be distinct, or function as distinct, something must divide them.

There are different words…

Blog Post: The Cauldron of Annwfn #muninnskiss #grimr #grimr_org #welsh #myth

The following is Preiddeu Annwyn, the Raid of Annwyn, the Raid of the Otherworld, part XXX (30) of the Book of Taliesin, as related by William F. Skene in 1868 in his The Four Ancient Books of Wales. In it is related the Caer Sidi, Caer Pedrycan, Caer Vedwyd, Caer Rigor, Caer Wydyr, Caer Golud, Caer Vandwy, and Caer Ochren, familiar to readers of the White Goddess by Robert Graves, and the…

Poetry: In the Gleam Beyond the Gloom #muninnslaughter #poetry

Through the darkness I part the Veil, And walk the hidden paths, In the brightness beyond the pale, I see what none have seen. There’s danger here in the world beyond, In the gleam beyond the gloom.

And all my days it waits for me, The calling in my blood, And through the years I walk the paths, That very few have seen, The Veil grows thin as years go by, In the gleam beyond the gloom.

Through…

As more and more of a generation crosses the Veil, those of us left, both those of the generation that brought us to were where are and those of us that inherit their legacy and lore, contemplate mortality in ways that weren’t as literal not long ago. I could talk of many of the elders in our traditions and stream who have passed over the years and especially in recent years, but I’ll take the…

Poetry: The Starstrone Sky #poetry #grimr #grimr_org #stars #night #darkness

I stand beneath the starstrone sky, In the darkness of the night, A lonely hill, grey in the dark, A darkness you can feel.

The stars the spin, they move around, Before my wondering eyes, Stars not fixed but thought to be, Stars like dancing fire flies.

And spin they do, but all return, To their course across the sky, These pin pricks move yet stay quite still, In the darkness of the night.

No…

Forming a New Working Group

What follows is a brief outline of an approach to forming a new working group.  I have deliberately attempted to make it general and not path, stream, or tradition specific.  These are mostly off the top of my head, so their usefulness for others might or might not be significant.  I’ve tried to include all the things I see as necessary and essential, and encourage the reader to think about these…

An Abstract on Abstraction

The focus on the abstract and the symbolic in many modern traditions is a bit odd in my opinion. Not that the abstract and symbolic don’t have a place or value, of course. As a born mystic, these things have always intrigued and interested me. It’s the amount of focus and the importance placed that I think is a harmful thing for really growing and practicing.

As a specific example, my main…

“I see people.”

I’m not talking about the phrase from Sixth Sense, “I see dead people”. I won’t confirm or deny that statement. I’m talking living people here.

“I see people.” Do you?

Likely your answer is, of course I do. Unless you’re living as a hermit, or working a night shift alone, of course.

“Of course I do.” Do you?

Do you really see people, or do you just notice they are there? Do you…

We live in a world, among people and animals and plants and streams and rocks and all manner of things. So we know where we live, right? We have a working knowledge of the place we live? You would think so, but this is far from a certainty. How we approach it, or don’t, determines both out experience of it and our knowledge of it. What do you truly know about the world around you? How do you…