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(In the midst of working on other things, I had that rare: “Ooooh! Shiny!!!” of a new piece come to me, so this one has been built and preserved rough)
For the short and dirty: Many pagan religions have the deep tradition of the Wise, Wizened Crone, and the idea that there is indeed certain all-that-more precious earned-life-experience that one can only truly hear from a wise Crone, often one (or sometimes even both) of one’s Grandmothers.
Sometimes, especially if both of your grandmothers have already passed, there are certain days, where you more acutely miss hearing the little, daily pieces of that ‘Crone’s Wisdom’, and you lament the fact that perhaps you should have listened much better to it when you still had the chance.
But then, sometimes, you’re given the ghostly proof that you did listen well to at least some of it, when something occurs to you, and you realise that you can hear it being said to you in the echo of her voice… That you have either been given, or have stumbled upon a piece of genuine Crone-Wisdom® as your Grandmother, herself might have said it, or, depending upon what you believe, has indeed said it from the Great Beyond.
And on that evening of the Pink Supermoon of the Seventh Day of Plague-April 2020, now a century-pas’t since her birth, and a sextet of years since she pas’t, maybe the stars moved for you just that little bit…
For the short and dirty: Many pagan religions have the deep tradition of the Wise, Wizened Crone, and the idea that there is indeed certain all-that-more precious earned-life-experience that one can only truly hear from a wise Crone, often one (or sometimes even both) of one’s Grandmothers.
Sometimes, especially if both of your grandmothers have already passed, there are certain days, where you more acutely miss hearing the little, daily pieces of that ‘Crone’s Wisdom’, and you lament the fact that perhaps you should have listened much better to it when you still had the chance.
But then, sometimes, you’re given the ghostly proof that you did listen well to at least some of it, when something occurs to you, and you realise that you can hear it being said to you in the echo of her voice… That you have either been given, or have stumbled upon a piece of genuine Crone-Wisdom® as your Grandmother, herself might have said it, or, depending upon what you believe, has indeed said it from the Great Beyond.
And on that evening of the Pink Supermoon of the Seventh Day of Plague-April 2020, now a century-pas’t since her birth, and a sextet of years since she pas’t, maybe the stars moved for you just that little bit…
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I got in an argument with my ex today. It was a real stupid move on my part. So when I found this after deciding y'know I should really check my fa updates-it's been a long time-I said, 'Oof'. Not that it's bad-this is really good and my best friend agrees. It's just one of those great truths that comes along to poke you. Those bits of crone wisdom.
So yeah-you summoned a bit of magic here, Wotan. Thank you.
So yeah-you summoned a bit of magic here, Wotan. Thank you.
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