Huntress

🌻RheaFaun

Sitting in the wild

Weapon in hand.

Waiting silent and patient.

I hear the the birds chirping.

The wind blows all around

I see the grass swaying.

It doesn’t make a sound.

Then suddenly I see her.

Beauty grace and soul.

A doe has stepped before me

Unaware her time has come.

A sense of grief washes over me

Taking a life is never easy.

I thank her for her sacrifice

Deep breath

Exhale

Pull the trigger.

Watch her fall.

Quick.

Fast.

Accurate.

Thank you Mother for this gift.

Thank you Dear friend for your life.

I am a Huntress.

I can provide.

I will survive. 

Rhea Faun finally saying hi!

Mother
Lover
Huntress
Farmer
Witch

I am a witch. I knew I was different at the tender age of 8. You can imagine what it was like being a witch in a Christian home. Not fun… at all. This isn’t about then, though. It’s about now.
There are so many titles when it comes to being a witch. Solitary, eclectic, green, black, white, kitchen, and the list goes on. I dislike using titles, but for the sake of this post I will. If I had to state what type of witch I am, it would be an eclectic solitary kitchen witch. I live in the kitchen. It is the one place magic happens effortlessly. Sick? I have a remedy. Upset stomach? I have one for that too. Bad day and need a pick me up? I got something to make you smile. Missing home? I’ll whip something up.
I also farm. The goal is to live farm to table like the good ol days. I grow fruits, vegetables, herbs, and flowers. This year has been rough, though. Between moving and a relentless deer population, my spring/summer garden was almost non existent. Some deer proofing and hunting are sure to fix it next go round. Chickens and turkeys make up the rest of the farm. They follow me around the yard looking for treats…. Even though they will eventually be my food, I want them to have their best life. Every living thing deserves a happy life no matter where they are on the food chain. Like I stated before, I hung. There is power in providing and there is comfort in knowing where your food comes from. Everything is processed by us for us. It’s almost primal instinct for me. The more I do things the old way, the closer to the Mother I feel. I actually in my deer blind writing this. It’s one of the few times I can truly be alone.
Alone time is few and far between. I believe that’s why my craft revolves around my kitchen. I have 3 young children who take up the majority of my time. AND I LOVE IT. Being a mother is the most incredible thing I could ever do. Creating life is magic within itself,but I couldn’t do it without a partner. My husband is my equal half. The magic we create together is like no other.
This introduction is a little all over the place, but so am I. Kitchen magic, herbal remedies, sacred yoni magic, crystals, earth spells, moon light secret whisperings, talking to spirits. I dabble in whatever feels right. I was never properly trained in my craft. Everything I do is intuitive. I started seeing spirits at a young age. At one point I couldn’t see anymore, but I could feel thier presence. Now I can do both, but it’s totally random. I have sneaking suspicion my oldest can too. So yeah, I’m uh Rhea Faun. Hope you enjoy Soul Sisters: Spells and Sage.

Survive

My every thought and action are carefully considered,

lest I draw any sort of attention to myself, because:

That’s just being a melodramatic

One never wants to give the impression of seeking attention,

Seeking Good Attention indicates arrogance,

Bad Attention- desperation

But there’s fixation on my situation and it leaves me unsettled,

I’m frozen, tiptoeing through my room at night

Don’t make a sound

Let everyone believe you’re asleep

Find me some bottles covered in candle wax, incense, and vanilla body spray

I could be fourteen again,

But I’m not and this is stupid.

Every sound seems amplified,

As I sneak and creep and hide,

lest I draw any sort of attention to myself, because:

That’s just being a melodramatic

They’re going to think you’re lying,

You’re best just not to speak,

Liar, manipulator, user, whore

Let the razors speak for you

They will believe you now,

Right?

Instead you’re told that

You’re not in pain, you’re contrived,

You’re being dramatic,

And you need to quit,

lest you draw any sort of attention to yourself because:

That’s just being melodramatic

Now, I am a shield for my children,

Their perfect little hearts and minds should not endure this and,

I’ve never truly been afraid that I wasn’t strong enough,

Until now.

I am a warrior, a protector, and a vindicator,

But I have been in battle for so damn long,

So, I’ve begun to duck and hide whenever possible,

lest I draw any sort of attention to myself because:

That’s just being melodramatic

Shadow

Am I so masochistic?

 

I turn them over in my mind

These words,

Silver bullets penetrating

Hemorrhaging,

The world reels as they echo

Again

Again

 

Same words, different faces

I turn inward

Is this who I am?

Analyzing introspection

Reevaluating every thought and action

Overreaching, over compensating until I’m overwhelmed

paralyzed

Withdraw, close, shut down

Why?

 

These words they can’t describe me

I can’t possibly be that misunderstood

These insults and allegations

This slander and coercion

These are weapons, nothing more

They’re not truths

They’re not revelations

They’re just bullets

 

How are they so easily wielded?

I load the gun for you,

I bare my heart to you

I ask you not to kill me

Then I’m surprised when you do

 

Am I so masochistic?

Out of the Frying Pan

Into the fire

Like a Tolkien-esque riddle

I find myself pondering

 

There’s no doubt

That I went from the frying pan to the fire

The question is whether the escape is back through the frying pan

 

Logic says no

 

Intuition says yes

 

I can’t always trust intuition when it comes to people I care about

I see the best

I see what could be

I overlook what is

 

What is presently is a double edged sword that skins and slices no matter which way I turn

I don’t want to go back to the frying pan without it having ample time to cool

But the fire is quickly burning me alive and there’s a safety line

 

Fuckin take it! My heart screams

But I sense the familiar rhythm

The echoed words

I’ve already shouldered my responsibility

 

This is not on me

This is not on me

This is not on me

 

That’s not the point

That can be dealt with in time

Are you ready to deal?

I am,

I’ve been ready

Are

You?

 

Who is Piper Rain?

I am the darkness

I am light

A poet and a sacrifice

I dream the day and fight the night

My head stays in the clouds,

relentlessly I wander

My feet they barely touch the ground

Divination,

Cards I ponder

 

Pied Piper,

Piper Rain,

Purify and sing again,

These sanguine tears are not in vain

I’ll be dramatic, I’ll be tragic

I’ll be the catalyst for magic,

I will be open, I’ll be free

Exactly what I want to be

Maiden, Mother, Crone is she

Insist my heart, so mote it be.

 

Salutations and merry meet my friends.  My utmost desire for this blog is the opportunity to open up and embrace who I truly am.  I am a witch.  I am a poet.  I like to read tarot cards as a hobby.  I am a writer.  I am a creator of characters and worlds.  My name is Piper Rain, I am thirty five years old, I have a lot of life behind me, and much more still ahead.

My focus for this blog is poetry and tarot.  I am not a professional tarot reader, but I like to read as a hobby.  The posts that I write are going to be real readings, though I am going to do my best to protect the querent’s privacy.  I have not yet gained the confidence to do what I call ‘blind’ readings, where I am completely unaware of the person’s life or question.  I am not psychic.  I am intuitive, or at least I like to think so, but I cannot tell you what the future holds.  That’s not to say that there aren’t people who are psychic and able to use the divination power of the Tarot to predict or envision the future, but I do not claim those type of powers.  Right now read for myself or others of whose situations I am generally aware, whether that means that I personally know them or I procure the information before hand.  These posts that I write are more about the translation of the cards.

I have two decks: the Thoth deck from Aleistar Crowley and Lady Frieda Harris and the Angel Deck from Radleigh Valentine and Howard David Johnson.  I like the Thoth deck because they are very straightforward.  They do not mince meanings when being used for a reading.  This deck has a tendency to put things in perspective in a way that makes you feel like the answer should have been obvious the whole time.  The Fairy Deck on the other hand is a very kind deck, they are great for picking yourself up or motivation.

There are two spreads that I like to use for my more in depth readings, and I have been playing with a couple of three card spreads for short readings.  For introspection, I like to use the Celtic Cross spread.  It works more for general readings where there isn’t a specific question or the question is more focused on who the person is and how they work than that of outside influence.  The Golden dawn spread is one that I would use to for decision making or determining the next steps in a plan.  For example if I were to ask the cards which job I should choose or which path should I take, I tend to use the Golden Dawn spread, but if I want to know how to handle a situation or why something is bothering me, then I use the Celtic Cross.  The Golden Dawn shows you a path or options, Celtic Cross shows your subconscious.

I want to point out that these are my own interpretations and are in no way expert advise, but hopefully just a different perspective for some people while serving as a beneficial act of catharsis for me.  I can tell my stories through stories.  I will never do a reading and post it without the querent’s full consent, and even a chance to read it first if there is a concern. I will never use personal identifiers like names locations or the personal details of the issues that the cards indicate.

I am excited and optimistic about being on this journey, even though it is justifiably terrifying.  I know that I am going to face harsh criticism, whether it comes from people who have been practicing Tarot longer or differently than I do, or people trying to call the whole practice ridiculous or hokey. I mentioned before that I am not psychic, and I am going to get readings wrong, or at the very least miss the mark.  Even in my own readings I have wandered off into left field from time to time, which for me means that even though I didn’t ask that question, that is what is weighing more heavily on my mind, but then I have to reset and try again to get an answer to the original question.  I have learned that there is literally nothing you can do to protect yourself completely so the best you can do for yourself is to push past the negative, use the constructive, and focus on the positive.

Soul Sisters

Soul Sisters, spells and sage,

Wonderfully wild and wicked

Wisdom well beyond the age

With mother earth, connected

 

Witches born and witches burned

Healers, helpers, heart and home

Every scratch and scar we’ve earned

Recorded in the witches tome

 

Divination, Incantation

Health and harvest celebration

Give us now our voice to speak

Hear us now, so mote it be.