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The Wælcyrie of Carr Naze

Welcome to the first post and blog of The Wælcyrie of Carr Naze.

I suppose you are wondering what the word/term  ‘ Wælcyrie’ actually means – well it’s the Old English for ‘Sorceress’ .

Or  a Witch.

It can also means female demon, a malevolent one at that!  Though I’m not really that nasty, well maybe first thing in the morning, but as long as I am fed tea – 2 cups – and BIG  breakfast cups, oh preferably Earl Grey and the cups need to be china, then I am usually okay.

Oh yes it does sound a little like the word ‘Valkyrie’… It’s similar and there is some crossover.

 

Valkyrie_and_raven by Anthony Fredrick Augustus Sandys 1862

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Daughter of Perses, lover of desolation

Hekate has been on my mind lately- indeed She I can feed her stepping from the shadows.. summer is almost over, and the time will soon be upon us of that Thinning …of the liminal …
 
Hecate Patricia Ariel
Hecate Patricia Ariel

 

ORPHIC HYMN TO HEKATE


You, of roads and crossways,
Of heaven, of earth, and sea as well.
You, the saffron-clad, among the tombs,
Dancing with dead souls the Bacchic rite.
You, daughter of Perses, lover of desolation,
Taking joy in deer and dogs, in the night.
You, terrible Queen! Devourer of beasts!
Ungirded, possessed of form unapproachable!
You, bull-huntress, universal sovereign Empress:
You mountain-roaming guide, and bride, and nursemaid,
I entreat, O Maiden, your presence at these
sacred rites,
 With grace to the Oxherd and a
joyful heart eternal.

– translated by Shawn Eyer

 

with snake

 

Macbeth

hekate covenstead
[c} Shullie H Porter 2010-2018

 

Thunder. The three WITCHES enter, meeting HECATE.

 

hekate- artist unknown
artist unknown

FIRST WITCH

Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.

HECATE

Have I not reason, beldams as you are?
Saucy and overbold, how did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death,
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now. Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i’ th’ morning. Thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and everything beside.
I am for the air. This night I’ll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon.
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap’rous drop profound.
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground.
And that distilled by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
3 witches
The Three Witches, Orson Welles’ 1948 film adaptation

August Sunsets….

March Sheffield 17
© Shullie H Porter 2017

March 2017 – Sheffield

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

August Sheffield 16 Top of Norfolk Park
© Shullie H Porter 2016

August 2016 –  From the Top of Norfolk Heritage Park, Sheffield

August Sheffield 16 tramlights
© Shullie H Porter 2016

Tramlights – August 2016, Sheffield

May Filey 18
© Shullie H Porter 2018

Sunset on the road to Filey – May 2018

 

June Filey 18
© Shullie H Porter 2018