The Mystic Will, by Charles Leland

TheMysticWill

Charles Leland also wrote The Mystic Will, it is what many today would associate to The Secret or the Law of Attraction from the beginning of the 20th century dating back to the times of our most Ancient of Philosophers in how one attracts according to your thoughts and actions. Charles Leland’s works are deep and teach us many things, this work was reprinted by Dr. Leo Louis Martello in 1972 and I am sure by others since.

I have five copies of the 1972 issue all are in good condition, yet with minor colouring to the pages ends and points.

I am offering them for sale at $7.00 each plus shipping costs of $5.00. It is a valuable work to have in your library and one that transcends time and is part of all cultures, eras and societies. We have the ability to change thought patterns, to retrain our brains to look for those things that bring Success, Healing and our own Personal Power.

Get your copy today. Just email me for more information and how to get your copy today. All payments are via PayPal.com to csolarwolf1@aol.com.

Many Blessings
Ariana

Father’s Day Week Sale – Black Walnut Anthology Volume Issues !!! 20% Off

First off I would like to wish all Father’s out there and Happy Father’s Day have an amazing day with your children, grandchildren and families.

To celebrate this Father’s Day week the Black Walnut Anthology is offering a 20% discount on all volumes from the 16th – 23rd of June, each volume has its own discount code and eStore the codes for each volume will be listed here along with the link to the eStore, each volume has its own special link to purchase your copy from, all proceeds go to the Temple of Diana’s General Fund and assists us in raising funds for Annual Gatherings, Charity, helping those in need, and more.  We are focusing this Fundraising to go towards our 10th Anniversary Celebration for 2014 April.

Here are your discount codes for the individual volumes

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Black Walnut Anthology Vol III eStore and discount code for all three volumes TXU4HWVH for 20% off thru the 23rd of June.

Black Walnut Anthology Vol. III is an amazing collection of works ranging from Occult Practitioners from around the globe, occult authors and practitioners from Australia, Nederland, the Other Side, Puerto Rico, Spain the United States and other countries.  We are featuring many authors who have written on their chosen paths, North American Voodoo, Theurgist, Gnostic Paganism and the secret teachings of Jesus and Mary, Sicilian Witchcraft, how to transform your-self to find inner and outer healing, medicinal healing-Green Witchcraft and much more.

As collaborated authors this is one of our best issues yet.

Authors featured are Ina Custer van-Bergen, Dr Leo L. Martello, Witchdoctor Utu of the Dragon Ritual Drummers and more

Black Walnut Volume II eStore The Black Walnut Anthology is a book that many authors works in twice a year.  The article focuses are towards the Old Religion, Philosophy, Divination, the Soul of Magic and more.  This volume focuses on the Darker Tidings of the Cycles as we entre the seasons, of the Dark Michael Feasts, the time when we are sought within to find truth it is a powerful time we entre.

Our contributors are mostly that of Traditional Craft and Astrology.

Black Walnut Anthology Volume I eStore The Temple of Diana is proud to introduce its inaugural issue of the Black Walnut. The Black Walnut is the annual anthology of the Temple, its affiliates, and its friends. Published in the Spring of the Year Cycle. Contributing authors include Lori Bruno, Ariana Clausen-Velez, Amaryllis Gierbolini, Gary the Greenman, Oracle, Amunet Rabiah, Annemarie Setti, & Jonathan Sousa.

The Birth and Song of Apollo

The Birth and Song of Apollo

Latona our Goddess was swollen heavy with the seed of Heaven.  She crossed the Tigris-Euphrates River in the pangs of labour.  As she reached the distant shore, Her water broke, causing the first life-giving flood of inundation.  Clutching the earth, she cried – and at that cry all worlds were silenced.  Latona’s fingers marking the sand, and then arose the Sons of Earth, who danced the dance of sword and shield.

In the course of time, Latona gave birth to the Moon Diana and to the Sun Apollo.  They were the Twin Wolves ever by the side of our Mistress of the Night.

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Saphho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
To the light and rays of the Mighty Sun.
Protected by Jupiter and Neptune alike
Bring his son to this Earth to heal Mankind.

The Golden Wolf of The Sun is he,
Sol Invictus, Apollo, Phoebus, Delphinus and Lucifer,
Bringer of Light, healer to all, poet, musican
Apollo is of all

As upon this night of honour to Apollo,
We stand before He, our God, our Sun God
We venerate, honour, work and serve he.
As his rays now again to awaken and to rise,
Let the Sun God Awaken and been so seen by all eyes.

As it is our song to thee Apollo, Phoebus, Sol Invictus, Lucifer
We honour thee.

Hymn to Apollo

How Apollo’s laurel sapling shakes!
How the whole temple shakes! Away, away with the wicked!
It must be Phoebus kicking at the door with his fair foot.
Do you not see? The Delian palm nods gently,
All of a sudden; the swan sings beautifully in the air.
Bolts of the doors thrust yourselves back.
Keys–open the doors! For the god is no longer far away.

So, young men, prepare yourselves for singing and dancing.
Apollo appears not to all, only to the good.
He who sees him is great; who does not is lowly.
We will see you, Worker from Afar, and we will never be lowly.
Let the cithara not be silent.
Nor your step noiseless with Apollo approaching, you children,
If you intend to complete the marriage vows and to cut your hair,
And if the wall is to stand on its aging foundations.
Well done the youths; the strings are no longer at rest.

Be silent and hear the song of Apollo’s glory.
Even the sea is silent, for bards celebrate
The cithara or bow, weapons of Lycoreian Phoebus.
Neither does mother Thetis mournfully lament for her Achilles
If she hears, “Hie Paian, Hie Paian.”
Even the weeping rock forgets its griefs–
The sobbing stone forever fixed in Phrygia,
Marble where once a woman gaped sorrowfully.
Cry, “Hie, Hie” it is a poor thing to contest the blessed.

May he who fights with the blessed fight my king,
And may he who fights my king also fight with Apollo.
The chorus which sings to Apollo with his heart
He will honor. He has the power; he sits on the right hand of Zeus.
Neither will the chorus sing of Apollo for only one day;
He is worthy of many hymns. Who would not readily sing of Apollo?

Golden is Apollo’s mantle and golden its clasp,
As are his lyre and Lyctian bow and quiver;
Golden are his sandals, for Apollo is rich in gold.
Rich in possessions; you might have proof of this at Delphi.
Always fair, always young! Never do
Traces of down touch his blooming cheeks.
His hair drips fragrant oils to the ground,
But streaming from the locks of Apollo is not fat.
But Panacaea. In the city where these dew drops
Fall to earth all things are secure.

None is so versatile in skill as Apollo.
He watches over the archer; he watches over the bard;
Phoebus’s are both the bow and song.
His are the prophets and prophetesses; from Phoebus
Physicians learn the skill of postponing death.

We call him the gods of herds since that time
When by the Amphryssus he tended the yoked pair of horses
And was burning with love for the unmarried Admetus.
With ease would the herd of cattle grow larger, nor would
The feeding goats lack young in pasture if Apollo
Casts his eye on them. Nor will
Ewes be without milk or lambs.  All will bear young,
And not single offspring, but twins.

Men who plan cities are followers of
Phoebus, for Phoebus rejoices in the
Founding of cities, and Phoebus himself lays the foundations.
At four years Phoebus created his first foundation
Near the round lake in fair Ortgia.
Artemis hunted and continually brought the heads
Of Cynthian goats, and Apollo built the altar.
Below he laid the foundation of horn and created the altar
Of horns, and he built the surrounding walls of horn.
Thus did Phoebus learn to construct his first foundation.

Phoebus also showed my fertile city to Battus,
And a raven led the people in Libya,
Flying on their right, and he swore to our king
To grant them walls.  Apollo’s oath is forever valued.
Oh Apollo!  Many call you Boedromius,
Many Clarius. Everywhere he has many a name
But I call him Carneius, as did my ancestors.
Sparta, Carneius, was your first foundation.
Thera second, and third the town of Cyrene.
From Sparta the sixth generation after Oedipus
Conveyed you to the Theraian colony.  And from Thera
Stout Aristoteles brought you to the Asbystian earth,
And he built you there a fine palace.  In the city
He prescribed a continuing ritual, Phoebus, in which
Many bulls fall to their haunches and die.

Hie, hie, Carneius, often invoked!  Your altars
Bear in the spring all the flowers which the Horai
Nurture in all their colours as the West breathes its dew,
As well as the sweet crocus in winter.
For you the eternal fire,

And never does the ash feed on the coals of yesterday.
Phoebus rejoiced greatly when the girded men of Enyo
Danced with the fair-haired Libyan ladies
When the awaited Carneian season came round.
But the Dorians were not yet able to reach
Cyre’s springs.  They still lived in thickly wooded Azilis.
The Lord saw these himself and showed them to his bride
As he stood on the jagged hill of Myrtussa, where
Hypsellus’ daughter slew the lion, destroyer of Eurypylus’ cattle.
Apollo has seen no other dance more divine,
Nor, mindful of the previous rape, has he granted such benefits
To any city as to Cyrene.  Nor have the children of Battus
Honoured any god more than Apollo.

“Hie hie Paian” resounds because the people
Of Delphi first established this refrain
When with your golden bow you gave proof of your skill from afar.
A fantastic beast faced you as you descended to Delphi,
A horrible serpent.  You slew him shooting
One swift arrow after another.  The people cried
“Hie hie Paian! Shoot the arrow!” Your mother surely
Begat you as a helper, and since then you live in song.

Envy spoke secretly into the ear of Apollo,
“I do not honour the singer who does not sing so great as is the sea.”
Apollo kicked Envy with his foot and spoke thus:
“The stream of the Assyrian river is great, but it bears
In its water much waste from the earth and much refuse.
The bees do not carry to Deo just any water
But what was pure and unsullied, a small, trickling stream
From a sacred spring, its finest product.”
Hail, Lord.  Ridicule and Envy away!

-Callimachus, “Hymn to Apollo”.

 

Vol III has gone to the Publishers

Announcement: Black Walnut Anthology Authors and Fans; We have gone to the publishers, it is waiting for layout finalization and then we will go live in about one week or so, once the final layout has been approved we will be able to publish to Kindle for our Kindle readers and fans.

We have an amazing issue, one of the best issues we have published to date. I have attached the Cover of the issue for our readers and contributors to view. Our cover art is by Nelson E. Maldonado Ramos — Hera Queen of all the Gods

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What is to come in Vol III – Due out mid-April

Just an update on the progress of the editing of the Anthology, we have some amazing articles in we had some surprise contributions and I have all articles formatted thus far, we are still waiting on two more articles from Nelson Enrique Maldonado Ramos and Lori Bruno to top it off and some amazing original art from Nelson Enrique Maldonado Ramos as well, which will be our featured art of this issue.

Here is the list of chapters to date in which everyone can look forward to reading, it will be published in both book and kindle editions.

Articles we are featuring in Vol III

  • Abracadabra
  • The Feast of Remembrance
  • The Spanish Witch Signs, Coincidences and Manifestations
  • The Archetypical Magician
  • Primitive Consciousness and Modern Magical Training
  • Be your own Herbal Expert, pt 1
  • Healing Wise: The Shamanic Herbalist: Power Plants
  • Headaches/Migraines
  • Gnostic Psycho-Synthesis
  • On the Nature of Gnostic Paganism
  • Walking with Odin: Death in a Shamanic Context
  • North American Voodoo and the Underground Railroad
  • Sicilian Witchcraft
  • Transformation is like forging a Sword

Welcome to the Official website of the Black Walnut Anthology

The Black Walnut Anthology is an amazing bi-annual publication focusing on the Greater studies of the Occult, it is a coordinated work of occult authors, crafters and artists from around the globe. I have always loved reading and writing and as someone who is always seeking to learn more I decided to bring this knowledge to the greater occult community for those who are true seekers. The Black Walnut Anthology is available via paperback and Kindle versions as well as available in eight countries as well as the United States.

Why I called it the Black Walnut?

theblackwalnut Ever since I was a child I have been drawn to the Black Walnut tree, growing up with one in my Grandmas’ backyard we always climbed and I would sit in the branches for hours as a young girl. This was one the oldest trees on my Grandmas’ property we grew up on as children. My Grandmother taught us to beat the tree and it would aid in the walnuts growth and productivity. The energy of that tree drew me to it every time we spent time there.

Later in life after I found my path and got deeper into my studies I learned much more about the Black Walnut and that there was a much deeper meaning and connection to the Walnut tree.

As I began studies in Strega I stared having visions and one vision was of a great gathering in the woods where many were dancing about around many Walnut trees that were in a grove and they were in a circle, I knew then there was a reason all those years ago as a child I had felt such a connection to the Walnut tree in my Grandmother’s yard. When I told of this vision to my “True Mother” see smiled and winked and then had me read Carlos Gustav’s Night Battles, then I understood a great deal more and much more started to make sense.

I started to look more into the healing properties, myth, magic and the deeper connection to the Walnut the nut itself, the shape and what part of the body it resembled and more. When I understood that the Walnut was the tree of the Witches and one that is danced around by those chosen, it is the tree of initiation and initiating, the tree many call Tree of Evil and it connections to the mental universe and that of the physical and the underworld I knew then why I had such a connection to it.

Why I named the Anthology the Black Walnut because the Occult is of all these realms and many more. It is the deepest connection to any tree and it seemed fitting for the Anthology to be entitled that due to the nature of the Black Walnut. I was inspired to create this to bring into light those articles, artists, areas of studies in which many do not have access too or that is forgotten about in many of today’s studies and training, they are lost or just simply not considered relevant to what is out there today.