#deanic holidays

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Moura

The Maid took up the great Moon-Axe, whose silver blades were as the crescents of the moon, in symbol of Her light, and went alone into a desert place. And, knowing that She had not the light of Her Mother upon Her, malefic keres gathered about and beset Her: keres of fear and of dread isolation, and every sort of restriction. And they tore Her soul with their talons, crying: Hope is dead, for the light of the Mother is fallen from You. You shall go down to suffering and death and none shall save You. In the illimitable emptiness of the universe shall You stand alone and none shall give You comfort. In the darkness of eternal night shall You kneel to weep and no hand shall be put upon Your shoulder, but every hand shall be raised against You to do You hurt.

And the Maid was filled with trembling, but She answered: Go your ways, for what I have said, that shall I do.

The Clear Recital; Mythos 4 : 1-6

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For the waxing and the waning of twelve moons reigned the Maid. And after the twelfth moon had appeared in the sky, the Mother of All Things called Her Daughter to Her, and spoke to Her, saying: You have made the whole earth fruitful and brought My light to all the world, have You not satisfaction in Your work?

And the Maid replied, saying: I have brought Your light to many places, and yet a place there is which remains ever in darkness; a place beneath all places, in which there is no light. And the ways of entrance to that place are many, for there is a place at the bottom of each earthly soul into which Your light cannot shine.

And Her Mother asked of Her: Do You know what thing it is that You must do if You will bring My light into every place?

And the Maid replied: I know what it is that I must do.

For She knew that She must descend into the nether regions, giving up the Divine light and going down into that place wherein is no light, but only the profoundest darkness. And this was Her taking on of fate upon Herself.

Mythos 3:8-15

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Kerea 22 - Festival of Regeneration (August 1)

I've seen The Festival of Regeneration referred to as "The Solar Mother Festival" and the mother-god website calls it "The Golden Festival". Traditionally, this holiday is also called Chelanya, with "Chel" making referencing to the Rhennish word for "golden". The same reference can be found in the word "Chelan", which is Aristasian Pura's term for the Blonde gender. The Coming Age magazine has the following to say about it:

The Eastminster edition has compiled further information on this holiday, which includes a meditation and offering:

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Happy and Holy Advent to all!

SOON (assuming I manage to pass my finals) I will have a bachelor's degree, and will be, for the time being, done with school!!

This is weird, but I am so, so, so ready. Working and studying full-time are kicking my butt, especially since my workplace is severely short-staffed I am getting way more workload than I am being paid to deal with...in addition to a bout of seasonal depression, I am feeling rather burnt-out and unmotivated lately, unfortunately.

In far nicer news, it is now Advent!!

The waiting season for the arrival of the Holy Daughter lasts until the Nativity, which I personally celebrate on December 21st (Astraea 24th), though there is some variation on the date amongst our communities. This often coincides with the December solstice: the longest night of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere).

May Déa bless us and guide us in this darkening world. May all those who suffer from seasonal depression find reprieve in Our Loving Mother, who is Mother of the Sun Herself and far brighter than any earthly lamp.

I hope everyone reading this has a lovely winter season :)

Best Wishes!

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The Golden Festival

Today is Chelanya, the Feast of Regeneration.

Chelanya is the first of the Mysteries of Life festivals, which are an inverted mirror to the Eastre holiday in Spring. These three festivals mark and celebrate the three fundamental mysteries of mortal life: (re)birth, life, and death. The first of the three, Chelanya, celebrates regeneration & continual rebirth, of Maid, Earth, and the Cosmos itself.

The Mysteries of life are also harvest festivals, and this first of them is the Feast of first fruits, of beginning to enjoy the fruit of ones yearly labor, of abundance and thankfulness to Our Mother for this bounty.

It is a more material-oriented season, where we may rejoice in our physical riches and work, but we may remember that Our Lady is with us even in the most mundane tasks, if we find the time to look for Her.

May Our Mother's golden light bring all joys, and may your cornucopia overflow with riches.

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Werdë

Happy Day of Sai Werdë !

Sai Werdë, also called Moira, is the triple-faced Janya of personal fate. Fate in Filianism is alike to karma, being the result of past actions in this life and previous lives, and we call our personal fate "werdë" (small-w) after the Janya.

Werdë herself has three persons alike to the Greek Moirai or Norse Norns (all decended from the same PIE goddess-form). Her name is related to the Old English wyrd--which gave us weird, originally meaning "fate, luck, destiny".

Today is a day to take stock of our lives and our decisions, and resolve to make better choices where we may have chosen poorly in the past. We are morally responsible creatures, and we are encouraged to reflect on and be mindful of the impact of our actions.

Additionally, Werdë's Day marks the near-end of the Filianic Summer, as Autumn begins on September 5th--the 1st day of Abolan. Autumn brings with it the rest of the Mystery of Life festivals, Cuivanya & Tamala, as well as Vois, the Rosary month.

May all you reading act to better your Werdë, that others may benefit now and future you may benefit later.

Every rose plucked and sent forth shall come as a gift to her when her heart is weary, and every cup of wine that she gives to another shall quench the thirst of her own lips in the fullness of time.

The Crystal Tablet

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Rejoice!

And Her Janyati took down the corse of Her Daughter, and laid it upon Her knees; and She wept anew, for none but She could know the awful depth of the oblivion in which Her Daughter lay. And She sprinkled on the corse the water of Life, which She had gathered from the holy tears of Her own sorrow. And Her Daughter rose again and was alive again. And amid tears of joy, They embraced and were one. And after this, the Daughter stood alone. And the souls of the Nether World were awakened by Her gentle light, and followed Her through the shattered gates of Hell. And when they beheld Her, the children of the earth rejoiced, and the rivers flowed again, and the sea began to move. And the children of the earth cried: Lift up your voices in song and laughter, for the Princess of the World was dead and is alive again, was broken and is whole; and there is no place whereto Her joyous rule does not extend. Give praise to the Mother of All Things and praise to Her Daughter. Rejoice, for the world is renewed.

The Clear Recital; Mythos 6:16-23

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Happy New Year!

Our Lady has gone down into that darkest place, has suffered and been broken, and She has triumphed! No soul shall be lost forever, no soul shall suffer in any eternal hell.

The world is fresh and new, reborn by Her Hand and flush with Divine Light and energy. And so today is the first day of spring, and also of a new year!

The Filianic Eastre is not dissimilar from its Christian (Easter) and neopagan (Ostara) counterparts, or from many springtime festivities around the world. Dancing, music, egg games & dyeing, flowers everywhere, and a big feast with plenty of dessert.

3344 (I.E.), is a year of Sai Thame, Janya of divine law and harmony. The year itself, as well as each month and week of the Filianic calendar will begin on Thamedi / Thursday, until next Eastre.

And the children of the earth cried: Lift up your voices in song and laughter, for the Princess of the World was dead and is alive again, was broken and is whole; and there is no place whereto Her joyous rule does not extend. Give praise to the Mother of All Things and praise to Her Daughter. Rejoice, for the world is renewed.