NMR ISSUE 31

Abhisheka
An Urban Wicca
Astrological Forecast 31
Caterpiller, Bobcat, Emu & Camel
Charge of the God
Editorial 31
Esoteric Symbology of the Tarot
History is a Lie
Home Schooling
Imagination or Mystical Experience
Letters 31
Magical Flute III The Materials
Orion
Primordial Tones:
The Colors of the Aura
The Dreamer from Lemuria
Where Do the Sacred Fires Burn?

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Orion

I have been placed to the meadow
of the emerald fairy folk
Blessed, I am the son of Herne the Horned One
Prince of the forest and its life
Adept, I am the student of Pan
To have been baptized with the divine dying
of the great stag
To this be my kingdom of reigndance
I say to you brother wolf and my sister
the trickster witch raven
Thou art among my wooded congregation
Bestow thy rage for I am thine advocate
in both war and prayer
Heed my circle of Wiccan truth
Blessed are the peacekeepers
We are the Protectors of Mother Earth
and all that she bears
For I swear upon the sword Albion
My mortal presence shall guard thy forest
with my hot hot blood
I fly beneath the wings of the hawk
to deliver my name
I am the keeper of the shade
The hooded man-ghost
I am the night that inhabits the day
By arrow and bow I marshal all that is green
in summer and springtime frolic
For all that is golden and bare in autumn
and winters coming of the white buffalo
For I am the son of Herne
I am Orion

—Darren Fantasia