Category Archives: Mystery’s

My Place

If I look only at the top of the mountain, I may miss the fossils, caves and crystals along the mountainside that can teach me about time and my place in the universe. Taking time to touch the fossils, to sit in the cave, to feel the energies of the gifts She has left, takes us deeper into the mysteries, all are sacred, all hold emotion, all are teachers.

© Astarté Earthwise


I am invisible,

Falling through the cracks.

I hold on, then let go,

Forgotten, alone, a memory.

Homelessness sharing its sting,

My steady moral compass wavers.

And in this darkness,

A small crack of light appears.

Touching my faith,

Shines on my being.

For just a moment,

I rest on your fridstool.

“Do not what you desire, do what is necessary..”

~ (Robert Cochrane)

That place of peace,

That ancestry of stone.

Bone and Blood,

Grail and Stang.

Faith restored,

I move forward.

The fog lifts,

On the land of my being.

I am shining bright,

I am invisible.


© Astarté Earthwise

The Descent into Autumn

As we stand at the entrance to the West gate, opposite the place of the rising sun that gave us light for the last 6 months we now turn to the deep waters of the changing time, our shedding complete, we stand bare, sunset, dusk, autumn, harvests end, as the darkness enfolds the sun grows old, our thoughts turn towards the coming winter.

Let’s measure what we have achieved and start plans for what will ensue, let’s sort, sift and store our fruits and seeds, and prepare our tools for our journey to the underworld, Her deepest mysteries.

We stand at this western water crossroad preparing ourselves emotionally for the passage within to the deepest self.

On Saturday at 8.39pm EST when the sun moves into the astrological sign of Aries here in Australia, we celebrate the exact moment of Equinox, of balance, light and dark, and of the turning of the wheel.

Time for  preparing for the doorway down, through the Mysteries once again, Mabon or Alban Elfed (the light of the water)  is approaching, I shall open myself to the seeing, this place of deep waters is for my healing. The land is slowing, rotting, swelling and falling.

Nature and my ancestors are imprinted in my bones. Water holds the memories that bring me back, year after year to revise this sacred life, to learn, to walk through new lessons, and to grow stronger through the deep harvest in Water.

I am the seed in the pomegranate, swimming in the ancient bloodied waters.

As I grow older like the sacred land, I want to keep growing, learning and live a full, happy life, because I deserve it!

As I withdraw more and participate a little less in service with humanity, Hecate stands at the crossroads, smiling, and she shows me this is my personal key to harmony. The Wisdom of the Goddess shows me the importance of service to Her, and that my longed-for healing takes place with helping and assisting Her.

Light thy torch of gnosis dark lady, illuminate my path, the divine Presence within me knows to become whole I must awaken within the glowing embers, and ignite thy dormant seed.

As I mature so does my need to let less people in, to mentor quietly from my truth, Her truth, this is a process that I will continue till I draw my last breath and journey west for the final time in this incarnation. Now as Autumn Equinox approaches, I know my journey continues again as we move to this place on the Compass, the place of deep reflection and scrying and deep memory; you too can take this opportunity for your own healing.

Cut down the branches impeding your growth, and your forward movement. Make way for new growth, and your own ongoing evolution, these are exciting times as the paradigm shifts and we walk each other home again…..

© Astarté Earthwise

Photo – Ceres by Kasia Prado

Lugh’s Harvest Ends

Healing forest waters……bringing back the the abundant life that was so parched by the years of drought and fires.

Morning light captures the beauty of Nature in all Her sweet rawness.

We now walk…..with the mornings fog…..and dew on the land……towards the west gate…..opposite the place of the rising sun in the east that gave us light for the last 6 months……that fed Lugh’s luscious corn and barley.

We now make our journey……the leaf litter soft……spongy like a carpet of stories…..unfolding from the bush…..with each precious step we take forward.

Wandering in the mornings with the Wallabies…..their inquisitive heads poking out above the long fertile summer grasses in flower.

Afternoons we stroll……with the galah’s seeking out new homes…..they screech with the delight of their abundance…we too find our delight in the coolness….the turning in….the rotting down of summer…..towards the deep waters of the changing time.

Shedding more……as we too let go… the season disperses her fruits, flowers and seeds…..collecting these gifts, and insights.

Lughnasadh now behind us…..we make our way…..carrying us forward towards…. the nearing sunset……the imminent dusk of the year to come.

Our thoughts turn towards autumn…..leaf fall…..Autumn Equinox…..harvests end…..Alban Elfed….the light of the water.

As the days shorten……the path of shadows then darkness unfolds……the sun grows older……as does our wisdom…..on our eternal journey through the forest of life. ❤


Like a soft lemon splash on an artist’s palette,

You are painted on the summers bluest sky.

You stand with royalty, regally with your majesty,

Stretching skyward, reaching for the sun so high.

You sway gently, back and forth on the breeze,

Your large citron flowers, ever so soft, to the eye.

Filled with fun, as you dance both joy and romance,

Stealing my heart, intoxicating my spirit, it’s no lie.

Suffused deeply with the richest shaded fertility,

Deeply into your petals I longingly scry.

Ancient hollyhock rose mallow, dear friend of mine,

Journey me keenly, to your myth and wizardry.

©Astarté Earthwise

Beltaine Blessings from the Southern Hemisphere

Beltaine Blessings to you my readers it’s a beautiful day here, honouring this Holy Eve with you all, as the Jacaranda blooms amongst the gumtrees just outside my window…..

The beautiful Maiden and the young handsome Lord explore their country together, playfully and innocent, for the last time as they stand on the precipice of understanding, maturity and reason.

He weaves garlands of golden Wattle for Her hair, She wraps feathers in the dark curls of His hair and with Their laughter the eucalyptus trees sway, gum nuts flower and the native birds sing. They become more and more absorbed in each other, touch, scent, energy builds, until finally They give into Their desires at Beltane, the sun has moved into exactly 15 degrees of the sign of Scorpio of sexuality. (Which is 9.42am EST November 8th this year 2020 if you wish to work by the sky’s calendar)

His sacred seed is given and received, the Athame and Chalice unite, fertility abundantly sweeps and across the Northern part of the Land the rivers and waterfalls flow and the earth gladly receives the rain.

The earth pulses beneath Them and with Their union. Here they feel the scorpion shapeshift into the Eagle, he lays down his athame, and picks up his Fire Wand.

They are transformed.

She becomes Queen and He is King, and together They are at once both magnificent and terrifying. It is a joyous union, full of inspiration, creativity and passion and They cross this sunburnt land in a swirling dance, stirring the cyclones, and fanning the summer fires.

~ ©Astarté Earthwise

The grapes of my body can only become wine

As we embark on the journey to true reality on our crooked path, we do so with love and forgiveness, dissolving our ego as we face our challenges. These precious words of Rumi remind us that suffering and detaching are a part of this alchemical purification process.

The grapes of my body can only become wine
by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
“I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty”
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: “I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name.”