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Athena/Minerva/Eyvind Kinnrifi/Goddess month of Moura ends

The day before the equinox is one of the festivals of the Greek goddess Athena. In Roman times, this was the festival of the birth of the goddess Minerva, called Quinquartrus. Eyvind Kinnrifi was one of Odin’s martyrs; their symbol is the Valknut or knot of the slain.

Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick


Athena […] is the goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, mathematics, olive oil, strength, war strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill in ancient Greek religion and mythology. [wikipedia]


strategy, civilization — bringing God to ourselves
Jerusalem  — William Blake

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk up on England’s mountains green?
And  was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold!
Bring me my Arrows of desire!
Bring me my Spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.


Our journey had advanced
— Emily Dickinson

Our journey had advanced,
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in being’s road,
Eternity by term.

Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led;
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.

Retreat was out of hope;
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity’s white flag before,
And God at every gate.


Eyvind Kinnrifi, “martyr of the old religion, who was tortured and killed, for no other reason than his faith in the old Germanic Gods. His only crime the love and devotion he wanted to freely show to the Gods and Goddesses that his ancestors honored and  worshipped.”
“[He] was captured, tied to a table, and tortured to death in a most horrible of ways. A brazier filled with red – hot coals was placed on his stomach until his body, it is said, literally burst open.” [source ]


Sonnets To Orpheus, Part Two, XII — Rilke

Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.

What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be gray and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.

Pour yourself like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.

Every happiness is the child of a separation
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming a laurel,
dares you to become the wind.” 


“Have you heard of the Holy Spirit? It’s those guys out there: the trees; it’s the wind that brings that feeling. Touch it. Touch it whenever you can.” — T.S.