Monday, 8 February 2016

Raven Goddess Temple - Where The Goddess Morrigan Waits For Worship

Dear Diary,

I feel the call of the Raven Goddess so strongly this eve.  I cannot rest.  I hover and wait, watching and ready to dive and feast.  We are as close as the breath in the lung.  We are as wild as the winds on the moors.  Why does she need me at this time?  Why does she want to feel the restrictions of flesh and blood?

Raven Goddess Morrigan
Raven Goddess Morrigan


I watched her earlier as she stood watching over me, as I ate my bread this lunchtime, at my table, by the window in the back.  She knew I could feel her.  I cannot explain the smell of feathers, damp with winter, but it lingered for some time.  My eyes could not absorb enough of her young, strong, arrogant beauty as she guarded my court.

Mezmerising was the Raven Goddess in all of her black glory.

I thought of the times when she would only come close as I slept a deep sleep or as I walked in the muddy fields, ankles surrounded by morning mist at Avebury.  She is much more confident to show herself to me nowadays, in light of day.  She knows I cannot resist her magic.  She is ever my Goddess, my prophet and my friend.  She is ever my lover and my guardian.

Thank you for your attendance in my space, Goddess Morrigan.  Grateful am I for your shared visions of foresight and wisdom.  Grateful am I for your sharp beak and quick tongue.  Grateful am I of your strength of wing and power of claw.  For without you I know I could not have won my past battles.

Welcome are you in my court.  Welcome are you.

You may rest with me.  My home and my body are your Temple.

May all those who worship at your Temple of Dark Goddess Worship, feel your energy as I do.

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx

It's Official - My BlogSpot Is Now Called 'Priestess Diaries!'

Dear Diary,

I've always written a lot, mainly in pretty journals that are now in piles under my bed.  This year I decided to stop writing on paper, in order to do my bit for the environment and to start writing my diary entries online instead.  I still need to use paper for some magical tasks and also for drawing and painting.  I still have room in my 'Book of Poems' which I shall use up too.

So here I am, after another long weekend of computer work (oh the modern life) adding another entry.  Today has been a strange day, cold, but hot, calm, but stormy.  I spent the first part being checked over at my local health center - everything is fine, it was just a new patient check.  I very rarely attend such appointments as tend to keep myself in good health, but this was mandatory as I'd joined a new practice locally.

I have been the same weight since, forever and my blood pressure, which has always tended to be on the low side, was fine.  I made a rule for myself years ago, I shall never get overweight or old!  I try to also ensure that I never get ill either.  This often results in me drinking or eating odd looking and disgusting tasting concoctions that I feel 'drawn' to blend or cook and consume.

I didn't sleep well last night, despite the scent of lavender essential oil and the energy from my amethyst crystal.  I'm sure it was Merlin coming to me again.  He's done so the last few nights, mostly in the early hours - thanks Merlin.  His energy is like lightening and wakes me and despite me appreciating the wisdom he imparts and the journey he walks with me, I do wish that the veils would not always thin at 3am!

I still have a lot of work to do in the set up of my new websites.  I need to compile a list of content ideas for my website http://www.morganapendragon.com and also for the Raven Goddess's at http://www.ravengoddesstemple.com both of which are looking good so far.

Again, ideas tend to come to me during the night, then when I wake, I think 'and what was that?'

I think I need a voice recorder or something, to make notes.

The storm is passing over the UK again, battering homes and creating chaos.  May the Goddess less and protect those whose lives have been upset by it's force. The rain has just started again here.

You and I have a long journey ahead of us I feel, Diary.  You are now my official 'Priestess Diaries!'

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Pagan Priestess Of Avalon Poetry By Morgana Pendragon


Dear Diary,

Yesterday I wrote this poem for my blog at: http://www.morganapendragon.com/blog


Merry Meet,

I know a lot of you keep asking me where you can read my Pagan Priestess Of Avalon Poetry.  Well, I shall have to dig out, from my old Poetry Journals the ones I've written over the years, but for now, here in one that I wrote a couple of hours ago, whilst laying in the bath.

There I was wondering if my breasts would ever warm up, as they were still sticking out of the hot water and bubbles, when the following words came to me, as only poetic words can...

...I cannot leave them behind...
.....The feelings in my heart, the thoughts in my mind...
................They've been there since long ago...
....When distant lands I used to know...
...........I cannot leave them behind....
...So place your hand upon my heart...
.....I'll take you back right to the start......
..........I cannot leave them behind...

It then actually turned into more of a song which I recorded onto my phone.  Not that my voice sounds that amazing laying in the bath!  I'll upload the full version somewhere soon for you....maybe...bubbles and all!

Changing the subject quickly, I'm hopefully receiving my new PC this week, so once I get it up and running I'll let you know.  Then you can come and see me and be totally seduced by me, live on cam.  Of course we can do lots of other things live on cam too.

Do please remember to DM me via Twitter, message me via my site or email me for more information about custom Sexual Sorcery, videos and audios.  Also do please check my availability before booking same-day sessions.

I'm now going to do a bit of writing and perform a solitary sex magic spell before going to bed.  I bet you'd love to be a fly on the wall?

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx

Finding Your Inner Goddess Temple - A Short Guided Meditation


Dear Diary,

Yesterday I wrote this short guided meditation for my blog at: http://www.morganapendragon.com/blog



Merry Meet,

I know many of you love my guided journeying sessions and guided meditations, so I thought I'd post this popular one here on my website for you to follow at your leisure.

This particular meditation is fantastic if you have questions that need answering or if you want to find that quiet place in your mind where you can meet with the Goddess.

I will soon be uploading a video with the audio version too, for members.

Have you found your Inner Goddess Temple yet? ...

Over the years I’ve tried and tested lots of different ways to easily access my own inner Goddess Temple and through it, my psychic intuitive wisdom.  Now, I can visit my inner worlds with a click of a finger or the blink of an eye, but it took me a lot of practice to be able to do that.  The method I’ve always found to be most effective is actually quite a simple one, but they are often the best.  Read on to find out more...


...Read, relax and discover...

Gather together a pad of lined paper, a pen that writes well, a tea light candle and lighter, and some bay, cinnamon, or nutmeg aromatherapy essential oils (good for psychic awareness).  Go to a quiet place in your home, where you won’t be disturbed, close the door and sit down at a table on a comfortable chair.  Turn off your phone and TV so you won’t be distracted.  Place the pad of paper in front of you, with the pen on top.  Put the tea light candle above the pad, although not on it, and drop three drops of your chosen essential oil onto the wick of the candle and light.  Close your eyes and breathe in the fragrance whilst taking three deep breaths, in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth.

NOW...

Imagine that you are standing in a clearing of a dense woodland, the trees in this woodland look very old, the trunks are wide and the roots huge.  You can feel the rustling of leaves and undergrowth beneath your feet and hear the sounds of the birds as they flutter around in the tree tops.  The woody, musty, earthy fragrance connects you to the natural energy of this clearing, and the breeze gently sways the branches of the trees that surround you.

Suddenly you hear a voice saying "welcome, welcome to your sacred grove."  As you listen, you notice a mist forming around your feet, cool and lingering, but you are not afraid.  The mist grows thicker and denser and quickly surrounds you, making you feel as though you are floating within a cloud.  As quickly as it came, it recedes and disappears, and as it does you notice that a cave entrance has appeared in front of you.  Above the entrance is a moss covered stone which appears to have some writing carved into it.  Curious, you lean forward and rub away the moss to reveal the words.  One by one you see the letters of four words appear, reading them, you see it says the words "your inner Goddess Temple."

Leaning forward still you peer into the opening and see a flight of steps going down, deep into the earth.  You know you are here to see where they lead and without hesitation you step into this doorway and start your descent down the cold, damp stone steps.  The air is cooler and you can see your breath as you continue to breathe deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth.  There are twelve steps, and you count them as you step down onto each one.  As you reach the bottom few steps, you notice a light coming from a small cavern below you.

The scent of incense and the warm orange glow and sound of a crackling fire welcomes you.  As you step into this cavern you feel as though you’ve somehow been here before, as though you know this place and feel safe here.  As you look around you notice that there are paintings on the walls of this cavern.  Taking a closer look you see that these paintings are depicting scenes from your own past.  You feel drawn to touch them and as you do, you are taken back, as if by magic, to the precise event and time that each painting represents.  Suddenly, the same voice that you heard earlier, says "So, you’re here, what do you want to know?"  The voice also sounds familiar to you, like a voice from the past and you know you can trust it.

You leave the paintings and walk over to a soft, deep purple cushion that you see lying on the floor of the cave in front of the fire, which gently burns in a small nook of the cave.  As you sit down onto it, you feel every muscle of your body relax like never before, relaxing, one by one, making you feel calm and at peace.  Remembering that you need to ask your questions, you say whatever comes to mind out loud.  As you do you feel your voice vibrating throughout the cavern and hear it echo.  Playfully you tease the echo as if you were a child again, finding joy in receiving your own vibrations back again.
The voice speaks again "Ask again, but this time, listen not to your voice or it’s echo’s, but to me."  You know that you did come here for a reason and not to play, and do as the voice says, asking your questions, out loud again, but this time listening afterwards.  Sure enough, with every question you ask, you hear this voice offering immediate responses.  Some are short, one word answers, some are longer and are accompanied by images, feelings, strange sensations and other insight.

The more you listen, the more you hear and you soon understand that simply by just sitting here in this cavern, in your Inner Goddess Temple, you can hear the voice of wisdom speaking.  You can hear the truths you hadn’t heard before and clearly know the answers to your questions.  This makes you feel stronger in yourself and more confident that you can make good and wise decisions about the changes you want to make.  When you have finished listening, you simply say thank you, get up from your cushion, turn around and walk out and up the steps into your woodland clearing.
Count each of the twelve steps as you ascend and as you reach the top and the cave entrance opens up into the woodland clearing.  The fresh woody air greets you once again and you hear the sound of the breeze and the birds.  Knowing you are to go home to wait for the mist to form and let it transport you safely back to the room where you are sitting.  You know you can come back to this place, to the cavern and your Inner Goddess Temple, whenever you need do.

Now, open your eyes and pick up the pen.  Sit quietly for a moment and consider what the voice told you and remember any other insight that came to you in your inner temple.

I hope you've enjoyed this meditation, I will be creating an audio recording of it for you very soon, probably as an ASMR (autonomous sensory meridian response) recording as this encourages your mind to go far deeper than the ordinary spoken word.

Do please let me know how you get on, I'm always interested in hearing about your experiences.  Don't forget that if you have a lot of really important questions and are finding it hard to relax your mind or that you simply don't have enough time to perform a meditation, you can always book a guidance session with me.  I'm always happy to help.

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx

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Dear Diary,

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Morgana Pendragon


Merry Meet,

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Morgana xxx

Want Me To Write More Sexual Sorcery Blog Posts?


Dear Diary,

Yesterday I also wrote this article for my blog at: http://www.morganapendragon.com/blog

Morgana Pendragon


Merry Meet,

Just a quick message to draw your attention to the tip box underneath all of my blog posts.

I do love to write and would love to be able to dedicate more time to doing so.  With this in mind, may I ask that if you like or love what you read, that you kindly offer your support by tipping me as little or as much as you can?

Your help is much appreciated.  I also welcome writing suggestions and ideas, so please do feel free to get in touch with me at: morgana@morganapendragon.com

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx

Morgan Le Fay - Famous Witches

Morgan Le Fay

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I wrote this article for my blog at: http://www.morganapendragon.com/blog

In times gone by, Morgan Le Fay, was also known as Morgaine le Fey, Morgane, Morgain, Morgana, Fata Morgana as well as other names.  She was known across the lands as a beautiful and powerful sorceress, but an antagonist of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, according to Arthurian legend.  There are many accounts and depictions of Morgan Le Fay, although in all of them, she was described as a natural Witch, who learned of her skills during her early life and then developed them under guidance of Merlin and the Druids.

Some say that her personal feelings and fears, combined with the need to keep her magical powers secret due to the anti-sorcery views of newly Christianised England, enraged her and encouraged her to turn to the dark magics.  This portrayal of her character becoming more and more evil is one that many scholars adore to accentuate.  According to their often biased opinions, it is at her lowest points that she seeks to learn the black arts and is transformed into a Witch.

Of course we now know that one cannot simply ‘turn’ into a Witch and we know that being a Witch does not mean one is practicing the dark arts.  Witchcraft simply means ‘the craft of the wise’ and Witches are able, according to will, to perform both light and dark magics.

Early works featuring Morgan Le Fay describe her as being a fay, which means fairy, who performs fay magic.  It is much later, within ancient French writings that she is described as being so much more.  These prose go into great details regarding her relationship with Arthur.  In the works ‘Lancelot-Grail’ she is said to be, as the BBC TV drama ‘Merlin’ portrays, the half sister of Arthur, daughter of Lady Igraine and her husband Gorlois, the Duke of Cornwall.  She was said to have two older sisters, named Elaine and Morgause.  During her lifetime, she is detailed as having two sons, Sir Gawain, known as the Green Knight, and Mordred.

Mordred is the son of Arthur with whome she was tricked into sleeping with.  This story is one that is often elaborated upon in popular books and films such as the Mists of Avalon.  Throughout all of this she uses her powers of enchantment and is written to be able to transform at will into a fairy, a raven and other creatures and animals.  She is also very well known for her ability to communicate with and call upon the powers of the dragon.

The early works featuring Morgan do not elaborate her character beyond her role as a fay (fairy) or magician, although she became much more prominent in the later Old French cyclical prose works such as “Lancelot-Grail” and the Post-Vulgate Cycle. In these works, she is said to be Arthur's half-sister, daughter of Arthur’s mother, Lady Igraine, and her first husband, Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall. She has at least two older sisters, Elaine and Morgause, the latter being the mother of Sir Gawain, the Green Knight, and the traitor, Mordred. As a fairy later transformed into a woman and King Arthur's half sister, she became an enchantress to continue her powers.

The inspiration for her character may have come from early Welsh mythology and literature, and she has frequently been compared to a goddess named Modron.  This Goddess is a figure derived from the continental Dea Matrona, who is featured with some frequency in medieval Welsh literature.

In some stories she is sometimes associated with another goddess, the Irish raven goddess Morrigan.  The Morrigan is the goddess of the dark arts, prophecy, war, destruction, death and the winning of battles.  My personal experiences, as you will discover through reading more of my blog posts and through having sessions with me, reveal that this connected may have run far deeper than any old stories suggest.

I too have a strong connection to this dark raven goddess which you can find out more about on my sister site http://www.ravengoddesstemple.com and later on in this post.

By exact name, Morgan first appears mentioned in her own right, in Geoffrey of Monmouth's ‘Vita Merlini,’ an account written circa 1150 about the wizard Merlin's later adventures.  In the ‘Vita Merlini,’ he describes Avalon, the Isle of Apples, where Arthur is taken to be healed. Arthur was seriously wounded whilst fighting in the Battle of Camlann.  These works specifically name ‘Morgen’ as the chief of nine magical sisters who dwell in the Isle of Avalon.  She is known thereafter as a healer of great power.

Due to the religious changes at the time, Medieval accounts were nearly always attempting to portray Morgan Le Fay as sinister Witch, rather than a benevolent enchantress.  She did not ‘fit in’ to their believe systems or desire for a sorcery free society and so was in effect, cast out.  Her position and place within the kingdom was not acknowledged and this would have naturally led to a hatred of those who stood against sorcery.  The need to hide oneself from the world is a very painful existance and with pain, comes the feeling that one needs to protect oneself from that which binds and hinders.

When Uther Pendragon reportidly kills Morgana’s father in a bid to secure a sexual relationship with his wife, Morgana’s mother, Igraine, Morgana is sent away to a convent.  There she learns the old ways, of healing, of magic and of the truth of things.

A forced marriage later leads Morgana to have a string of love affairs, after she is married off by Uther Pendragon to his ally Urien.  However she is caught by Guinevere who reports her behavior to Uther which results in her being expelled from the court.

This lack of care or understanding for her needs and desires would have further fueled Morgana’s anger towards Camelot and all who preserved it’s ideals.

Continuing her magical studies, Morgana plots her revenge against Guinevere.

Accounts of her magical betrayal of Arthur and the kingdom continue with tales of the sword Excalibur being stolen by one of her lovers in an attempt to arrange Arthur’s downfall.  This can be read in the book ‘Le Morte d'Arthur,’ published in 1485, where Thomas Malory mostly follows the portrayal of Morgan in the Vulgate and Post-Vulgate Cycles.  He delights in describing how she plotted with her lover Sir Accolon to obtain the sword Excalibur and use it against Arthur in single combat. When this ploy fails, Morgan throws Excalibur's protective scabbard into a lake.

This leads us on to the modern image of Morgana, which is where I come in.

My own path mirrors much of the tales of Medieval Morgan Le Fay and I too was born with the gift of magic.  I was also born with the ability to see through time, to know of the true ways of things, to heal and to seduce, to walk through veil and to fly with the birds and dragons.

After being born into the grasps of the Morrigan herself and being offered the choice of life or death, and making no choice except to choose both, I have lived with one foot in each world ever since.  A magical spirit you see is able to see beyond the first breath of this life, to the lives before and to know one’s powers, however young or old.  I knew that to be able to touch the great beyond would give me everlasting access to all of the wisdom and power it allows.

I wandered here and there, both alive and dead, different from others of my young age, until I was sent away to a place for unwanted children by my ‘Earthly’ parents.  There, as well as being educated in the artistic crafts, I learned the whispers of Avalon as I walked upon the grass bare foot, talking to the grazing sheep after schooling.

I saw the mist upon the lakes and hills and discovered that I was able to lift the veil and pass through.  I walked in the secret woods and found the fairies by the ponds who told me of great things.  I dreamed of magical secrets that only a Priestess of Avalon can.  I touched myself and felt it was good and right to feel my sexual energies rise and work with them magically.  I seduced and pleasured those who took my fancy and helped those who I felt genuine.  And so it was.

Welcome to the life of modern Morgan Le Fay.

Blessed Be

Morgana xxx