A Pagan World

Ce set contient des cartes postales inspirées des déesses et du paganisme. Ce sont des créations uniques dont je vous explique l’histoire.

 ⚬ Contenu : Ce set contient 10 créations uniques et 16 éléments.

Il se compose ainsi : 

- 4 Grandes Cartes Postales : A Day in the Forest at Ostara - Danu - Dear Aleister - The MoonLighter.

- 6 Petites Cartes Postales : Danu - Modron - My Enchanting Place - Rêverie -The Visit - The Witch.

- 4 Grands Aimants : Danu - A Day in the Forest at Ostara - Modron - The Enchanteress.

- 2 Petits Aimants : Rêverie - The Visit.

Vous pouvez retrouvez ci-dessous les dimensions des cartes postales Déesses et Paganisme et des aimants, ainsi que les significations de chaque création. Derrière chaque création se cache une histoire, une intention, rien n'est fait au hasard.

 ⚬ Ce qui se cache derrière chaque création... 

⚝ A Day in the Forest at Ostara
... Comme n'importe quel autre jour.
Avec mes amis dans la forêt.


⚝ Danu
Alors qu'Elle créait le Monde.

J'ai voulu ici que la Création du Monde irradie d'Elle, de son corps. J'ai voulu montrer sa sérénité introspective alors qu'Elle s'affairait à créer cette Terre, comme une mère qui donne la vie, accorde la naissance en harmonie avec ce qui l'entoure, sereine. 
Alors la Création même irradie d'Elle. 

Anu, Dana, Danu

Déesse-Mère et déesse de la Terre. Son nom est Ana, ou Dana, ou Danu. Les Tuatha dé Danaan sont l'une des "races" ou "peuples" de l'Irlande ancienne. Leurs dirigeants sont les dieux de l'Irlande. Le terme Tuatha dé Danann est traduit par «Peuple de la Déesse Danu». Le mot "tuathal" est lié à la sorcellerie et aux fores obscures (obscures )= ce qui est caché de notre vue, obscurcit).

Dans l'un des plus anciens manuscrits irlandais (chrétien), il y a une description de Danu, avec ses deux "sœurs" Badb et Macha, comme "na ban tuathige", "les femmes sinistres". Dans l'une de ses batailles, le héros Cuchulainn était soutenu par des entités associées à Da. "Ra gairester imme baccanaig, ocus bananagaig, ocus geniti glinni, ocus Demna aeoir". "Les satyres, les esprits des vallées et  de l'air criaient autour de lui ...".



⚝ Dear Aleister...
...I have something to tell...

Hear Now the words of thee witches,
The secrets we hid into the night,
When magic was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the whispering air,
By hidden knowledge we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess :
Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till realms of the Gods receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!


⚝ Modron
Modron - Déesse-Mère

Modron : Déesse-Mère galloise associée à l'automne, la récolte et la fertilité. Elle était également responsable de la magie et du rituel.


⚝ My Enchanting Place
    Où je me rends pour rencontrer mes amis, tous mes amis... 

⚝ Rêverie
Les Fées à Beltane nous ouvrent les portes de leur royaume, à nous de l'entrevoir sans s'y laisser piéger!!

A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bueh, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

William Shakespeare

⚝ The Enchanteress
Enchantement...
Inspiré d’une chanson de Dead Can Dance.
Song Of Sophia

With one wish we wake the will
Within wisdom.
With one will we wish the wisdom
Within waking.
Woken, wishing, willing.

⚝ The Witch
Inspiré de la chanson 'The dark night of the soul' par Loreena McKennitt.

Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead

Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one

transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart

That fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

 

⚝ The MoonLighter
Pensez-vous vraiment que la Lune éclaire nos nuits comme cela sans aide??

⚝ The Visit
Inspiré de la chanson 'The Visit' par Loreena McKennitt.
I began to make this creation and i was singing her songs...

 ⚬ Dimensions :
- Grande Carte Postale : 14x21cms.
- Petite Carte Postale : 10,7x14cms.
- Grand Aimant : 10,7x14cms.
- Petit Aimant : 5x8,7cms.