Romans & histoires Pagan Origins Of Mothers Day

“No, I don’t think so. Why? What is it?” “It’s an old Pagan festival. It’s where Halloween came from – it was celebrated on the last day of October, and it marked the end of the harvest season. It was also the night when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest.” “You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?”

This was incredible. “Wow this is amazing I had no idea this is how our ancestors begun”. Father was in awe with all the information I had giving him. “So, our kind had a God that is called Mother Luna. She said the reincarnated were becoming too powerful, so she changed how things worked. So, the original ones who were reincarnated over and over do they still get reborn now”? He asked me so I could find out.

I rubbed my arms, feeling goosebumps climb over them. “I never really asked my parents about it before. I didn’t even have a wolf then.” Maya studied my face for a moment. Then she shrugged and closed her book. “Well, Ravencrest might have some small differences in traditions compared to your old pack,” she said, shifting so she faced me more directly, “but the history behind mates is pretty much the same everywhere.” I leaned forward slightly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before beginning. “Millions of years ago,” she said slowly, “when wolves were first created, the world was ruled by the Moon Goddess. Back then, she didn’t just watch over us from the sky. She walked among wo

Tomorrow morning before dawn, crowds of people would overwhelm Stonehenge and celebrate the rising of the sun and the coming of May. May Day is Beltane, meaning the day of the fire. An ancient Pagan festival with Bel being the Celtic God of the sun. The Celts honoured the fertility of the gods with gifts and offerings, sometimes including animal or human sacrifice. Cattle walked through the smoke of the fires and became blessed with health and fertility for the coming year. In Ireland, the fires of Tara were the first ones lit every year at Beltane, and all other fires lit with a flame from Tara.

"If She is our mother, why must she abandon us with our fathers?" I had so many questions in my head right now. I needed to codify them and specify their pinnacle. That way, I could gradually understand everything. "Hmm..." Humming, she stroked her chin. "Good question." Her eyes were sauntering the soft, lush grass dancing with the breeze while the birds chirping filled the reverberating silence. "Since Mother is the primordial celestial being and created this mundane realm, She has been observing the mortals. Out of nowhere, She just thought of searching for Her mates by disguising Herself as human-like and wandering around until She was pregnant; that began with the rest of our sisters an

It’s Lady Augusta Floral Day. Lady Augusta Floral—the woman who, a century ago, had founded Astria’s first refuge for widowed mothers and abandoned children during the Great Northern War. When the world around her was crumbling, she built sanctuaries instead. Safe havens where no child would go hungry, no mother would sleep in the cold. Her legacy became the backbone of Astria’s social structure, the reason this nation celebrates motherhood itself every year on this date. And today, I, Eleanor James, stand at the centre of it all.

Zack sauntered slowly through the forest basking in the evening breeze. The setting sun spread on his shirtless skin and for a moment one could have though je was bathed in gold. His mother was standing underneath an oak tree and he went to stand beside her. “Do you still sorry for her?” she asked without looking at him. Zack gave the question some thought before answering. “Its been months since she disappeared and since then a lot has happened.” “You did what you did for your father. I know how request did not seat well with you but it was for the benefit of our pack. It was all the option we had.”

My mother was retiring soon which was after the moon festival in three days time, though she wasn't Luna for a long time but she did a lot and I have to take over from her soon. The moon festival was an event meant to celebrate the moon goddess and her blessings of blessing each and every one of us with a mate. The moon festival was in three days time and was to take place for three days too. On the third day was the mating ceremony where I will be mated to my mates for life, a ceremony I couldn't wait for.

"This is my story... I'm not born from a woman's womb, you see. My mother is Goddess Hecate, the goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts, and necromancy. In the beginning, she created four of us, two males and two females to each hemisphere of the world. The North, South, East and West. My mother can be earthly, heavenly, and hellish all at the same time, and just like her, she created us with free will. We can be who or what we want to be as long as we remember there will always be consequences for every one of our actions. Just like your Moon goddess, my mother wanted us, her children to reproduce and fill the earth with our kind, making sure to give to the worthy ones th

However, we never communicated back under the instructions of my mother. I decided to go to the celestial realm where our Mother was living there. In the vast field of lavender field, Mother was levitating there looking up at the two moons in the sky. One was a full moon and the other one was a crescent moon. The sky looked a purplish black with some stars like decorations. It looked so wonderful every time I was visiting here. "Sicilia." I flinched when Mother turned around. The Moon Goddess... She was the creator of the mundane world. She is the Goddess of the Werewolves and the Universe. We worshipped Her every single day for being the deity as well as She was the Goddess of the Moon.