This coming Tuesday I’m hosting a full moon esbat for the Smith Pagans. I’m the only experienced Wiccan- Angela is a new witch. I have to plan out every detail, and I’m gathering ritual texts from all over. My own words I say are khemetic, and this ritual should be more Traditional Wicca.

There is too much to say of what has happened since I last posted. There is just so much recently. I should say I’m sick now, with a bad migraine that won’t go away, and a sore throat. I’m reading a story about a girl during the Plague, 1666, and I think it very suiting. She survives the Plague in the end.

I should also say that my previous host, Burton Hosting, decided to shut down everyone’s websites. Without any notice or way of retrieving files. So Musing Truth, or at least my precious contents of this blog, almost ceased to exist forevermore. I’m with Inmotion Hosting now. Thank the Lord and Lady. Seriously.

I think it is right to not mourn the death of a loved one for too long, and think you can never love again. I would remember the love and happiness you shared with the departed one, and smile. I’m not afraid of death, if I’m not afraid when someone I love dies. Love is glorious and I’d not regret it!

In Islam, mourning death for an extended time is inappropriate, because death was the will of Allah.

Osiris/Ausar is the ancient Egyptian god of the dead, yet also of life and agriculture. The story is long, and I have class tomorrow morning; but Osiris, murdered by his brother Set, is brought to life again by his wife Isis/Aset. The two give birth to Horus/Heru, the divine hawk who stands for integrity and courage. In a dream I saw Osiris like the Green Man of traditional Wicca, covered green in growing plants. I felt immense joy in His presence.

Cast the circle wide
Round three times
A thousand steps
Constricting sometimes
It was sacred, broke now
You cut a door

Hey man, don’t open it
Or muddy the spell
It’s been too lost
Leave what’s open
What you cast and go
Leave what you found and run