Dancing the Hunt
by Herne 12/09/08

I hear the throbbing of the drums
(Can you hear them?)
Feel the cool grass between my toes
(Can you feel it?)
Smell the smoke from the bonfire
(Can you smell it?)
Feel the night wind caress my naked body.
(Are you there?)

I hear the call of the Horned One, bellowing from the woods
My soul leaps within me to hear it
My feet begin to stamp out the heart-beat rythym
Of the thump-thump-thumping of the drums
I call back to my God, bellowing out my praises to Him
C… Continue

Hail to the Horned One!
By Herne, 3/15/09

Sound the horns loudly and beat on the drums!
The Stag King is waking! See, yonder He comes!
The birds are all singing a chorus of praise,
Their love overflowing in each chirp and phrase!
The fields are all donning their grandest attire,
The brooks are a' babbling, a wonderful choir!

Shout Hail to the Horned One, our Lord and our King!
Crown Him with flowers, the bringer of spring!
The Wheel is still turning, there's nothing to fear!
Sound the horns lo… Continue

COLD FISH...

LIVELY.

QUICK.

AND COLD.

SPARKLING WATER SPLASHES.
RISING RIPPLES FOLD
THE SUNLIT SHADOWS;
DANCING;
INTO PEBBLES,
ROLLED ALONG THE BOTTOM;

CAMOUFLAGING TROUT;
THE RADIANT RAINBOW TROUT

I WRENCH

FROM OUT

THE COLD.

The relation of child to Mother
is the basis of all life on Earth.
It is this sacred bond and no other
to which all living things owe their birth.

As the great living mass of the planet
is the child whose Mother is Earth,
so the Mothers of Men are the granite
to which all Human culture is girthed.

As each of history's nations
has relied on the Mother-child bond
so you, Woman, are the foundation
which the love of our family is built on.


Mitch Johnson

Music and magick has been us since the first Caveman put that animal skin around the tree truck that became the first drum.
I can see it in my minds eye.
A fire pitt that protects from the wildlife at that time.
I smell the fire that is never put out.
I hear the slow rythem that sounds like a heart beat.
The Earths heart beat.
I try to feel what the drummer is feeling,
as he beats his drum for being alive another day.
I try and bring this feeling into my drum when I drum.
Some where in our past… Continue