De- Meter?
mAtR, compare to pitR
Etymology for word mother
Etymology for word father
Maður
#20. Rune of logic and the left side of the brain. Used for enhancing intellect and strengthening the memory. Helps one to gain knowledge of one’s self which is essential in working magick. Amethyst
How does Madur relate to the Masculine Logical side?
It also states pronunciations of the rune is Mann, so maybe im just confused…
But Anyways...
Heres my Research
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देवमातृ f. devamAtR mother of the gods
dea goddess
deamatr... literally, goddess mother!
Maia Gaia: Mother Earth
May was Dedicated to Maia
...Pleiades, also known as the Seven Sisters in the Constelation of Taurus(Right next to Orion)
November’s often called the month of the Pleiades, because it’s when this star cluster – aka the Seven Sisters – shines from dusk until dawn.
The alternative name Maia Nebula after the star Maia.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maia_(star)
April 20, 2018: Sun enters sign Taurus.
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----Internet wrote:In our Northern Hemispheres skies, the Pleiades cluster is associated with the winter season. It’s easy to imagine this misty patch of icy-blue suns as hoarfrost clinging to the dome of night. Frosty November is often called the month of the Pleiades, because it’s at this time that the Pleiades shine from dusk until dawn. But you can see the Pleiades cluster in the evening sky well into April.
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“Pleiades as calendar, in history and in modern science. Historically, the Pleiades have served as a calendar for many civilizations. The Greek name “Pleiades” probably means “to sail.” In the ancient Mediterranean world, the day that the Pleaides cluster first appeared in the morning sky before sunrise announced the opening of the navigation season.
The modern-day festival of Halloween originates from an old Druid rite that coincided with the midnight culmination of the Pleiades cluster. It was believed that the veil dividing the living from the dead is at its thinnest when the Pleaides culminates – reaches its highest point in the sky – at midnight.
On a lighter note, the Zuni of New Mexico call the Pleiades the “Seed Stars,” because this cluster’s disappearance in the evening sky every spring signals the seed-planting season.”
When Maia is Brighest within the Sky, when she leaves into the sky(Samhain)…Winter has come…
When Maia Gaia returns from the sky, (Hidden amongst the Sun)
Mother Earth...
Fertility abounds, the Fertility Goddess!
Easter! Praise Astaroth
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Notice the similarities amongst many different cultures:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleiades_ ... literature
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What are the spiritual implications of this...
Ill leave you with this as Im still learning myself…
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Demeter and Persephone PDF
Charlene Spretnak wrote:“Although the exact delineation of the pre-Olympian version of the myth of Demeter and Persephone has been lost, the following version seeks to approximate the original by employing the surviving clues and evidence. This extremely ancient and widely revered sacred story of mother and daughter long predates the Judeo-Christian deification of father and son”
The Myth of Demeter and Persephone There once was no winter. Leaves and vines, flowers and grass grew into fullness and faded into decay, then began again in unceasing rhythms. Men joined with other men of their mother’s clan and foraged in the evergreen woods for game. Women with their children or grandchildren toddling behind explored the thick growth of plants encircling their homes. They learned eventually which bore fruits that sated hunger, which bore leaves and roots that chased illness and pain, and which worked magic on the eye, mouth, and head. The Goddess Demeter watched fondly as the mortals learned more and more about Her plants. Seeing that their lives were difficult and their food supply sporadic, She was moved to give them the gift of wheat. She showed them how to plant the seed, cultivate, and finally harvest the wheat and grind it. Always the mortals entrusted the essential process of planting food to the women, in the hope that their fecundity of womb might be transferred to the fields they touched. Demeter had a fair-born Daughter, Persephone, who watched over the crops with Her Mother. Persephone was drawn especially to the new sprouts of wheat that pushed their way through the soil in Her favorite shade of tender green. She loved to walk among the young plants, beckoning them upward and stroking the weaker shoots. Later, when the plants approached maturity, Persephone would leave their care to Her Mother and wander over the hills, gathering narcissus, hyacinth, and garlands of myrtle for Demeter’s hair. Persephone Herself favored the bold red poppies that sprang up among the wheat. It was not unusual to see Demeter and Persephone decked with flowers dancing together through open fields and gently sloping valleys. When Demeter felt especially fine, tiny shoots of barley or oats would spring up in the footprints She left. One day They were sitting on the slope of a high hill looking out in many directions over Demeter’s fields of grain. Persephone lay on Her back while Her Mother stroked Her long hair idly. “Mother, sometimes in my wanderings I have met the spirits of the dead hovering around their earthly homes and sometimes the mortals, too, can see them in the dark of the moon by the light of their fires and torches.” “There are those spirits who drift about restlessly, but they mean no harm.” “I spoke to them, Mother. They seem confused and many do not even understand their own state. Is there no one in the netherworld who receives the newly dead?” Karoly Brocky, Ceres and Triptolemos, ca. 1853. Rosicrucian Digest No. 2 2009 Page 10 Demeter sighed and answered softly, “It is I who has domain over the underworld. From beneath the surface of the earth I draw forth the crops and the wild plants. And in pits beneath the surface of the earth I have instructed the mortals to store My seed from harvest until sowing, in order that contact with the spirits of My underworld will fertilize the seed. Yes, I know very well the realm of the dead, but My most important work is here. I must feed the living.” Persephone rolled over and thought about the ghostly spirits She had seen, about their faces drawn with pain and bewilderment. “The dead need us, Mother. I will go to them.” Demeter abruptly sat upright as a chill passed through Her and rustled the grass around Them. She was speechless for a moment, but then hurriedly began recounting all the pleasures they enjoyed in Their world of sunshine, warmth, and fragrant flowers. She told Her Daughter of the dark gloom of the underworld and begged Her to reconsider. Persephone sat up and hugged Her Mother and rocked Her with silent tears. For a long while They held each other, radiating rainbow auras of love and protection. Yet Persephone’s response was unchanged. They stood and walked in silence down the slope toward the fields. Finally They stopped, surrounded by Demeter’s grain, and shared weary smiles. “Very well. You are loving and giving and We cannot give only to Ourselves. I understand why You must go. Still, You are My Daughter and for every day that You remain in the underworld, I will mourn Your absence.” Persephone gathered three poppies and three sheaves of wheat. Then Demeter led Her to a long, deep chasm and produced a torch for Her to carry. She stood and watched Her Daughter go down farther and farther into the cleft in the earth. In the crook of Her arm Persephone held Her Mother’s grain close to Her breast, while Her other arm held the torch aloft. She was startled by the chill as She descended, but She was not afraid. Deeper and deeper into the darkness She continued, picking Her way slowly along the rocky path. For many hours She was surrounded only by silence. Gradually She became aware of a low moaning sound. It grew in intensity until She rounded a corner and entered an enormous cavern, where thousands of spirits of the dead milled about aimlessly, hugging themselves, shaking their heads, and moaning in despair. Persephone moved through the forms to a large, flat rock and ascended. She produced a stand for Her torch, a vase for Demeter’s grain, and a large shallow bowl piled with pomegranate seeds, the food of the dead. As She stood before them, Her aura increased in brightness and in warmth. “I am Persephone and I have come to be your Queen. Each of you has left your earthly body and now resides in the realm of the dead. If you come to Me, I will initiate you into your new world.” She beckoned those nearest to step up onto the rock and enter Her aura. As each spirit crossed before Her, Persephone embraced the form and then stepped back and gazed into the eyes. She reached for a Benno Elkan, Persephone. Grave statue, Ostfriedhof Cemetery, Munich, nineteenth century. Photo by Mathias Bigge. Page 11 few of the pomegranate seeds, squeezing them between Her fingers. She painted the forehead with a broad swatch of the red juice and slowly pronounced: “You have waxed into the fullness of life and waned into darkness; may you be renewed in tranquility and wisdom.” For months Persephone received and renewed the dead without ever resting or even growing weary. All the while Her Mother remained disconsolate. Demeter roamed the earth hoping to find Her Daughter emerging from one of the secret clefts. In Her sorrow She withdrew Her power from the crops, the trees, the plants. She forbade any new growth to blanket the earth. The mortals planted their seed, but the fields remained barren. Demeter was consumed with loneliness and finally settled on a bare hillside to gaze out at nothing from sunken eyes. For days and nights, weeks and months She sat waiting. One morning a ring of purple crocus quietly pushed its way through the soil and surrounded Demeter. She looked with surprise at the new arrivals from below and thought what a shame it was that She was too weakened to feel rage at Her injunction being broken. Then she leaned forward and heard them whisper in the warm breeze, “Persephone returns! Persephone returns!” Demeter leapt to Her feet and ran down the hill through the fields into the forests. She waved Her arms and cried, “Persephone returns!” Everywhere Her energy was stirring, pushing, bursting forth into tender greenery and pale young petals. Animals shed old fur and rolled in the fresh, clean grass while birds sang out, “Persephone returns! Persephone returns!” When Persephone ascended from a dark chasm, there was Demeter with a cape of white crocus for Her Daughter. They ran to each other and hugged and cried and laughed and hugged and danced and danced and danced. The mortals saw everywhere the miracles of Demeter’s bliss and rejoiced in the new life of spring. Each winter they join Demeter in waiting through the bleak season of Her Daughter’s absence. Each spring they are renewed by the signs of Persephone’s return.
