Pagan Origins Of Mothers Day Novels & Stories

"Hecate Chiaramonti dea ariolandi, Chronica de prima Luna and Munera a quod deae." "Hecate Chiaramonti the goddess of witchcraft, the Chronicle of the first Luna and Gifts from the goddesses," Max translated "Precisely. And All three of these mention the existence of magic time and time again. Hecate Chiaramonti is the Goddess of witchcraft. She is less known now but 2000 years ago they would worship her at the turn of every new moon, a sacrifice would take place once yearly on the new moon of the Aries constellation. This is said to be the only time in a year when Hecate can harness and release power directly from and to humans. So the sacrifice, usually of someone accused of witchcraft, wa

"Tonight is the Full Moon Festival. I know you are curious?" Joseph nodded, and Sandra looked up eagerly. "Yes—it’s all we have been talking about since Sandra informed us." Beta Cruz’s chest seemed to swell a little with pride. "It’s one of our oldest traditions. Started centuries ago, long before cities, cell phones, or credit cards. Back when we roamed in packs, followed the moonlight like breath. Every full moon closest to the Spring Equinox, our ancestors gathered to honor the Moon Goddess, Selena. She’s the one who gave us our wolves—the part of us that connects to the land, to instinct, to truth."

“Everywhere I go at work, somebody just had one, or they just found out they’re having another, or they’re sending one off to school for the first time. It’s crazy. I don’t remember this many people having children back in Lustrum.” “I don’t either,” I said. “It’s like they’re obsessed here like there’s something in the water. Although if there was, I’d know.” He made a face at me. “Anyway, I just thought you should know. I tried to explain to Mother that there are conversations that even you and I haven’t had yet. And that now wasn’t the appropriate time to deep dive into our future family. And she said the autumn moon is all about harvest and fertility. The only holiday that has more appea

“Who were they?” “The progenitors of your kind,” she replies, glancing back at me. “Beings who shaped this reality when it was still malleable. Some became the ancestors of shifters, others of elementals. A few crossed the Veil entirely, becoming gods or myths. The Moon Goddess was one such being, her essence tied to the lunar tides that govern life’s rhythms.” I think of my mother’s journal, the entries about the Lunar Houses and their connection to the moon’s power. “So my mother’s mark… it’s a remnant of that?”

It sounded like a moonlight tale, only that her starting with my encounter with Ebiye wrote it off as one. “It doesn’t end there,” Mama continued. “There are fifty-four countries in Africa, and the supreme leaders of each country form the Council of African Witches, CAW, bringing us to the history of witches and the seven great mothers.” “In the hierarchy and history of witches the seven great mothers cannot be left out. They have existed since the dawn of time, even before earth as we know it was created, and they gave life and power to all witches in existence all over the world. The great mothers stand on par with the gods and are even known as nemesis of the gods. When Olodumare—the supr

"Sit down. I'm going to read this to you." --- The woman who had written the letter had no name that survived into the document. She referred to herself only as *the last of the first mothers*, which was a phrase that needed the rest of the letter to mean anything. She had been, as she explained it with the compressed precision of someone writing for an unknown reader at an unknown distance of time, one of seven. Seven women, in the era before the Moon's covenant was formalized — before the ceremony, before the Red Moon's public significance, before the political architecture that had grown up around the wolf-born inheritance — who carried what she called *the original knowing*. Not the enha

She asked her, and it was a valid question. “My mother is the moon goddess, the transfer of power to my mother happened when she was pregnant hence giving me a goddess. My mother was able to travel between realms before her death. Now she is stuck there unless called upon or brought through the vail by another god or goddess.” She looks at me and grins, “I guess that means she won’t miss the wedding after all. By the way we may want to speak to your mom and dad. To see if we can move the celebration up, sooner than mid spring.” “Why?” I am confused.

The Festival of Maidens was a grand event, and although he wasn’t particularly interested, the urgency in his mother’s voice had convinced him to attend. The Festival of Maidens was a centuries-old tradition where the Pack’s divine witch would choose a suitable mate for the Alpha from among the eligible women. The festival was held under the full moon, symbolizing purity and the start of new beginnings. The maidens, dressed in white, would gather in the sacred clearing, each hoping to be chosen as the Alpha’s bride.

Who would’ve thought that it was her way of saying that she loved me all her life? “What’s so special about the moon, Mom?” I retorted, a little disinterested about it. “You know… I was told that I can never get pregnant. That was also the reason why your father left me because I couldn’t give him a child,” she revealed. That was the very first and last time that my mother ever mentioned my father. “I didn’t give up. Every night, I prayed to the moon. My grandmother used to tell me that long ago, there were 7 moons. One of them represented fertility. I prayed to that Moon Deity, and hoped they would hear me and grant me a beautiful child. And they did, (.....). I gave birth to you, to a very

“He didn't mean to do it when it came to his mother, but he had to do so to his father for self-preservation.” “His mother? Start with his mother first.” “Okay…" She let out a little cough before she continued. “Mothers of predators never make it out alive in childbirth. Never. Never in the history of wolves and predators. I heard it's a kind of punishment from the moon goddess for even accepting to mate with a horrible creature such as the predator.” “That's sad.” I chirped in, and she gave me a deadly stare, and I couldn't help but feel the familiarity feeling creep in. I had seen this stare before.