Pregnancy Correspondences

Associated deities:

 

Hathor (pregnancy, childbirth)– http://www.pantheon.org/articles/h/hathor.html

               http://www.crystalinks.com/hathor.html

               http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hathor

 

Taweret (pregnancy, childbirth)– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tawaret

                 

Luperca (pregnancy)

 

Sung Tzu Niang-niang (“The lady who bestows children”)

 

Chang Hsien (for boy children)– http://www.godchecker.com/pantheon/chinese-mythology.php?deity=ZHANG-XIAN

 

Juno (Lucina—for safe childbirth)–                 

                          http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juno_%28mythology%29

                          http://ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_junolucina.htm

                          http://www.thaliatook.com/OGOD/lucina.html

 

Decima

Yemaya

Alemona (for a healthy unborn child)

 

To shape a baby in the womb—Obatala, Khnum

 

 

 

Correspondences:

Full moon

Water

Cow/hippo/burrowing owl/tadpole

Almond/hay/myrrh babies breath

 

Herbs: red raspberry leaf

 

 

Stones:

 

Lapis lazuli—healing and soothing; improves mental, physical, spiritual, pshycic and emotional health; in healing rituals, visualize the outcome (for a sick person—imagine them healthy, for a pregnancy visualize a healthy baby, ready to head out); stimulates uplifting emotions and gentleness; protective stone for children and the prevention of miscarriage

 

Bloodstone—(fire, Mars) projective; healing—especially for blood related or bleeding disorders; increases physical strength; strengthens courage, calming, relieves fear, eliminates anger; folklore suggests that when worn by farmers during planting it can increase their crop yield and when worn by women it can prevent miscarriage; also can be used to attract wealth and increase the effectiveness of spells and rituals

 

Moonstone—(water, the Moon/Venus) receptive, attracts protection and love; ensures restful sleep; worn during planting or watering or bury in the garden to ensure fertile and abundant growth, also buried at the roots of a tree, or tied to a branch it will encourage fruiting; protection in water and for travelers; enhances divination

 

Amber—(fire/spirit, the Sun) projective; thought to contain the life essence of deity; protective; ensures the safety and health of children; guards against negativity; strengthens spells; enhances beauty and attractiveness; increases enjoyment of pleasurable activities; promotes fertility and womb health; combats infertility in men; general protector of health and the prevention of many internal ailments; amber powder was once burned during childbirth to assist in labor and stop nose bleeds; increases strength; induces success in love and money matters

 

Coral—(water/spirit, Venus) receptive; promotes new growth; thought to contain the life essence of deity; assists in the regulation of female cycle; guards against accidents, violence, poison, theft, possession; promotes fertility; promotes life; healing—staunches bleeding, red coral supposedly pales to warn of bad health…in women it was said to brighten if menstruation was forthcoming; banishes nervousness, fear, anger, panic, depression and nightmares; promotes reason, courage, wisdom and peaceful sleep; ensures the future health of children if given as a gift; magically protects children if placed in their room; increases the yield of crops and protects them from bad weather and insects; attracts luck to the home; attracts love; protection in water

 

 

15 weeks and 15 months…counting up and down

My daughter likes Sesame Street…yes, I know, TV is evil–but it makes cooking dinner easier…if my day today was sponsored by a letter and number, I think it would be the number 15, and the letter ‘P’.  15 because today I start the 15th week of pregnancy and I start my last 15 months in the navy…and the letter ‘P’ for puking, pregnancy, procrastinate, popcorn and pickles.

in brief

So I suppose I should allow myself to introduce…myself…

Perhaps most importantly, I am a wife and mother (I can see a certian sort of feminist cringing about now—but, since I consider my family to be the most important part of my life, it makes sense to me).  I am also a sister and daughter, a grand-daughter, a neice and a friend… 

I am pagan and a kitchen witch.  I am active duty member of the United States Navy, as is my husband (who is also pagan).    I am not ashamed of being pagan, being a witch, or being in the military–but I have been told I should be. 

I am an armchair biologist (for now…I plan to finish my degree when I get out of the Navy).  Persons that think that religion should be taught as an alternative to science in public schools piss me off.  I believe in the first amendment.  I think that “Do you believe in evolution?” is the stupidest question ever…its like asking if someone believes in the blueness of the sky, or the wetness of the ocean…

Some thing that is empirically supported doesn’t need to be believed in.  It still happens, even if you don’t.

I like to read.  I read anything with words.  I read Stephen Jay Gould and Robert Dahl.  I read the Bible and the Koran because I think it is important to know what the other half of the world’s population thinks, and why they are willing to kill each other and everyone else for it.  I read Julie Garwood, Yasmine Galenorn, Nora Roberts and Jayne Ann Krents/Amanda Quick/Jayne Castle.  I read Russian poetry and medical journals.  I read Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.  I read the newspaper.  I read the covers of gossip magazines in line at the grocery store.  I even read cereal boxes and I read in the bathroom (but I don’t read cereal boxes in the bathroom).

I am not a liberal.  I am not a conservative.  Liberals and conservatives are equally bad for the future of this country.  I am pro-choice and for the death penalty.  I agree with a universal health care program and better defense spending (not really more, just getting rid of the $80 hammers). I think that perhaps education should go back to being a privilege—maybe people would value it more.  I believe that there is a problem with a country that emphasizes rights, without mention of responsibility.  I think that a person’s sexual preference should not be a hindrance to their ability to marry the person they love.  Marriage should not be a civil privelege.  I don’t like the idea that my money goes to support someone else’s bad habit(s)–particularly if they are an elected official.  I don’t let my religious beliefs vote and I don’t think anyone else should either. 

I love the beach. 

I kayak, I swim, I hike, I climb, I paint, I sew, and I do any number of things to amuse myself on a rainy Tuesday or sunny Thursday afternoon. 

I dream. 

Sometimes I dream too much (can you dream too much?). 

I enjoy satire and sarcasm, particularly that which is aimed at making the reverent irreverent. 

I like sweeping historical dramas with amazing scenery.    

I am not a Christian.  I do not worship Jesus.  I do not worship big-G, little -od.  If he indeed exists, I do not think he is a deity worth worshiping.  I do not believe that a book written by men that contains so much hatred, anger and cruelty should be considered the word of a benificent deity.  I do not believe that a book filled with countless contradictions and blatant inaccuracy should be considered infalliable and anything but fictitious.  I don’t care if you think I am going to hell.

I honor more than one god.  I believe that deity is too big for one name.  I celebrate the Sabbats.  I believe that every living thing has a spirit and that a soul is a sort of more highly functioning spirit that is not exclusive to humankind.  I am learning to read runes.  I practice herbalism, both medicinal and magickal.  I think spelling magic with a ‘k’ is pretentious–but I do it anyway, sometimes.  I practice witchcraft–therefore I am a witch.  I am not Wiccan, I do not follow the Rede, I do not believe in the Threefold Law and there was no Byrning Tymes. 

I sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door to the bathroom and I laugh at Monty Python.  I wear my baby.  I think twiggy models are as much to blame for the obesity epidemic as McDonald’s.

I like Saturday mornings when I don’t have to put my uniform on and go to work.  I like to ”sleep-in”, snuggled in bed with the hubby and our daughter who is too young to appreciate Saturday morning cartoons, yet using her as the excuse to watch them.

I like flowers.  Real flowers.  Still attatched to the roots, and planted in the ground.  I love trees; I’ll take a conversation with a nice, tall tree over most people any day.  I have cried watching a documentary on elephants.  I love the smell right after a fall rain…or of sandalwood candles…or of a baby–my baby, right after her bath. 

I tried to breastfeed, it didn’t work for us, and I am not ashamed–even though there are people that think I should be.  I don’t like lactation consultants.  I despise the fact that someone thinks I should feel guilty that my daughter and I could not breastfeed.  I despise the people that call me a bad mother because I could not breastfeed.

I want to learn to surf.  I would like to sky-dive.  I believe in trying anything once–except foods that are still living or squish and squelch on the way down…blegh. 

I love my husband.  Completely.  Alot.  Often.  Beyond distraction. 

I love my daughters.  Both of them.  My first, who was beautiful and died too soon, before she was born, at 23 weeks.  My second, who is beautiful and brilliant and bright.  I love my baby to be…I don’t know him/her yet and all he/she is doing right now is making me sick…but (s)he is still loved, because (s)he is a new addition to our family.

I get angry when people drive slow in the left lane.  I get angry that I am angry at the people that are driving slow in the left lane…its just traffic, its not important, it doesn’t change the fate of the world to slow down just a little (unless you are driving an ambulance). 

I hate to do the dishes. 

I like sushi, pancit and lumpia, kelaguen,  inafliton lemai (breadfruit chips), and lingonberry jam.  I also like a well-done barbeque pork steak, toasted ravioli and gooey butter cake…after all, I am a Cardinal’s fan at heart (if you didn’t get that, you aren’t from the St. Louis area–its ok, we can’t all be perfect) 

A good cup of tea is my favorite companion for a snowy day and a good book, even more than a cup of hot chocolate. 

I am probably addicted to the internet. 

I am definately addicted to the internet.

Ramen.

the great goddess of phuut

She is a little know deity, Her Holiness, the Great Goddess of Phuut (pronounced poot), but I am perhaps her greatest devotee. 

For the uninformed, the Great Goddess of Phuut is the goddess of smelly smells.  Her sacred places of worship include the bathroom, locker rooms, that area of department stores where the ladies all spray you with perfume as you walk past, and the elephant exhibit at the zoo.  Offerings can be made to her Holiness at any sacred receptacle–the dumpser, the toilet, the garbage disposal, or “on the go”, in what is (hopefully) a discreet manner.   The Great Goddess manifests herself as a beautiful woman, with the trunk of an elephant and a visible cloud of pink perfumed air (to protect her from the more noxious smells?).  She is a modern deity, created during a semi-drunken, wee-hours of the morning campfire discussion at a pagan festival, in accordance with steps 1-8 of Brian Gallaher’s “How to Create Your Own Religion in Ten Easy Steps” (only because I haven’t figured out the particulars for steps 9 and 10…and 11). 

Currently, I worship at her sacred altar frequently and vigorously…because I am pregnant.  Which means every smell is smelly.  And every smelly smell sends me running to worship at her sacred altar.