Monthly Archives: June 2011

Voice of the Raven

I am the Voice of the Raven Upon Wind.
My harsh cries echo long upon the Earth and Air:
Nothing is Forever, Not Life,
not Love,
not Death,
nor Loss.
Only change is eternal,
and only destruction
can the seed of creation form.

My wings bear me between
Darkness and Light,
Land and Sky,
the Garden and
the Wildwood.

I perch upon the Threshold
of the Worlds,
both flesh and spirit,
gifting the Brave Seeker
with Visions and Magick of the Otherworld.

To face me
is to face your greatest terror,
the Shadow of yourself,
the unknown and dangerous.
In chancing destruction,
your fear loses it’s power to destroy.
For only in acceptance
of Mortality will you learn the …
Secrets of Immortality as I,
the Raven,

author unknown


The Twa Corbies

Because such birds often feed on dead animals, they have the association with death or news of death. This may not be connected with someone dying, but perhaps that some project, love or aspect of yourself is being left to die; feelings or fears about death; something you are unaware of but is on the edge of consciousness.

The Twa Corbies by Arthur Rackham

As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a maen:
The tane unto the t’ither did say,
“Whaur shall we gang and dine the day?”

“O doun beside yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.

“His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady’s ta’en another mate,
Sae we may mak’ our dinner sweet.

O we’ll sit on his white hause bane,
And I’ll pyke out his bonny blue e’en;
Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair
We’ll theek our nest when it blaws bare.

“Mony a ane for him makes maen,
But nane shall ken whaur he is gane.
Over his banes when they are bare,
The wind shall blaw for evermair.”

A Modern English Version of The Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alone,
I heard two corbies make a moan,
The one unto the other said,
Where shall we go this day to dine?

Behind that old earthen dyke,
I see there lies a new-slain knight,
And none do know that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.

His hound is to the hunting gone,
His hawk to fetch the wild fowl home,
His lady’s taken another mate,
So we can eat our dinner sweet.

You’ll sit upon his neck bones,
While I pluck out his eyes of blue,
With his locks of golden hair,
We’ll patch our nest when it grows bare.

Many a one for him is grieving,
But none shall know where he is gone,
Over his bones when they are bare,
The wind will blow forever more.

A Brainy Bird

Raven Penny from New Dale

Minted FA 4, 84 years after the death of Smaug. Inscribed in runes honoring the king of the ravens on obverse, and the town of New Dale below the Lonely Mountain below. Equal to 1/20 Disme, or 1/100 Daler. 3.1 gram of copper. 19 mm.*

Raven Coat of Arms

“Korwin I sometimes known as Ślepowron variation – In a red field, a black raven is facing left with a gold ring in its beak; it stands on a natural tree-stump, lying crosswise with two knots on top and two on the bottom. Over the helmet and the coronet are three ostrich feathers.

Korwin is a Polish Coat of Arms with a fascinating story.

Or, a raven standing upon a hurdle sable; for Crest, a beacon proper and for Motto: Beart do réir ár mbriathar. Granted September 30, 1944.

The arms of the city (German name Freiwaldau) show a tree trunk with a raven. The arms are identical to the ‘Freiwaldauer Raths Sigel’ (local seal of Freiwaldau) from 1800. The meaning of the arms is not clear, but the tree trunk can indicate the forest (Wald). An older seal of the city, known from 1633, shows a man holding a branch in his hands, on the shield a helmet with the man again as crest. The meaning of those arms is not known.

The Story and History of Saint Vincent
St. Vincent was born in Born at Cimiez, France and became the Deacon of Saragossa in the former Kingdom of Aragon, Spain. Saint Vincent lived during the joint reigns of two Roman Emperors. The Roman Emperor Maximian, who was Roman Emperor for the Western Empire from 286 to 305 and Diocletian (r.284-305). who mounted some of the fiercest persecutions of the early Church especially in the East of the Roman Empire. This was an extremely dangerous time to adhere to the Christian faith due to persecutions of the Roman Emperors, and Saint Vincent, having been appointed a Deacon of the church, was arrested by Dacian the governor of Spain. He was put to the torture by his flesh being lacerated by iron forks and thrown into the sea. His body is said to be cast up by the sea on the promontory now designated Cape St. Vincent where it was protected from wild beasts, that came there to devour it, by crows or ravens.

Raven Stamp Collection

Before the use of adhesive paper stamps, letters were hand stamped or postmarked with ink. Postmarks were the invention of Henry Bishop and were at first called ‘Bishop mark’ after the inventor. Bishop marks were first used in 1661 at the London General Post Office. They marked the day and month the letter was mailed.


Can I Have What He’s Had?

The Common Raven is an acrobatic flier, often doing rolls and somersaults in the air. One bird was seen flying upside down for more than a half-mile. Young birds are fond of playing games with sticks, repeatedly dropping them, then diving to catch them in midair.


Tree and I were not sure what had made this Raven happy enough to be jigging about, but we were only just saying that we thought we would like some of what he has had.


Then we heard what sounded like a jet arriving and  we realized that Baba had returned to Lemuria in her mortar. No wonder Raven is dancing a jig.

When Baba makes a come back everyone has a reaction.

Meanwhle, this aged Raven who has clearly seen it all before, is far from impressed.


Whose Taste Gives Wisdom

IT was the Dwarf’s who brewed the Magic Mead, and it was the Giants who hid it away. But it was Odin who brought it from the place where it was hidden and gave it to the sons of men. Those who drank of the Magic Mead became very wise, and not only that but they could put their wisdom into such beautiful words that every one who heard would love and remember it.

When you travel along Owl Creek Road you may be lucky enough to stumble upon the house of a wizard who had a close association with Odin’s ravens. Knowledge has been passed down through the ages and it is said that a few drops of her special elixir, whose taste gives wisdom, in turn leads to beautiful words dripping, like honey, from the mouth of the lucky recipients.

Rich Gold To Be Found

Owl Creek Road is challenging for many. Not everyone makes it to the Alluvial Mine, but those who have made the supreme effort and mined the rich veins have returned with gold.


Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be –
This land of Eldorado?”

“Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied –
“If you seek for Eldorado!”

Like the Knight many who travel in Lemuria are seeking their Eldorado. The collection of Advent Calendars on the site, filled to overflowing with the work of those who have passed this way are a testimony to just what rich veins are to be mined  in the mines such as the one at Owl Creek.

On The Watch Tower

The air is fresh this morning and I wake up bright and energetic. In my dream, le Enchanteur told me that I should travel along Owl Creek Road, across Owl Creek Valley until I see a farm house. What I would find at this farm house, she would not explain but in my dream, I saw flashing images of a woman waiting and a deep dark cavern.


Owl Creek Road winds through some territories of Lemuria that are still unknown. Raven goes ahead with some of her friends and keeps a watchful eye on the road, warning of  potential danger.

Owl Creek Travelling

The air is fresh this morning and I wake up bright and energetic. In my dream, le Enchanteur told me that I should travel along Owl Creek Road, across Owl Creek Valley until I see a farm house. What I would find at this farm house, she would not explain but in my dream, I saw flashing images of a woman waiting and a deep dark cavern.

As I expected the mule assigned to me is tied to a nearby tree, almost identical to the one I slept under last night. I gathered my few things and walked over to it. It greeted me kindly and I gave it some pieces of carrot whilst I munched on a juicy sweet apple. There are fruit trees everywhere here in Owl Creek Valley and I’ve gathered up a whole bag full.

We walk and I talk to the mule, who listens attentively. I hope the apple core I’ve dropped on the ground, grows into a lovely big apple tree. I can see a brightly coloured cloak up ahead, looking suspiciously like the one I saw retreating into the bushes yesterday. This time le Enchanteur (who else could it be?) is not hiding but watching me as I walk past. I know not to approach her. She has other ways of communicating and when she wants to speak to me directly she will. I’m happy with that. She gives me a faint smile of encouragement as I glance at her and I see something mischievous glinting in her eyes. I feel a lot better now that I know she’s watching over me.

The dream I had last night gave me some other information too. There were images I’d prefer not to dwell on, ghost towns, a mysterious shadowy woman and that dark cavern again. I try not to worry but I know that I’m heading towards challenges I’ve never faced before.

As I rest and wash my dusty feet by a little stream, I look up to see the horizon shimmering with heat. I splash water on my face and drink some of the cool, sweet water and enjoy the sensation as it travels down my throat. The mule is enjoying it too by the slurping sounds I hear. The weather is hot, but bearable. I only have a loose cotton dress on anyway so my skin is able to breathe.

I set out on my journey again but this time I decide to wear my spectacles to pass the time. I should see many interesting things through those glasses.

I hope this journey is not a long one. There is only so much talking you can do to a mule.

by Soultide