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Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Something Extra
In Celtic Belief: December
brings the mating time of wolves. The wolf gestation lasts a mere nine
weeks and so the whelps are born in Imbolg light. The litter born
consists of four to six young pups that have no sight for ten whole
days. And so it was that Gwydion the bard did not become a wolf before
he first had been a deer and then a shaggy boar and only then did he
become a wolf; for first there comes the bellowing of stags and then
draws nigh the rut of all the swine and, last of all, there come the
mating wolves amidst the darkest days before rebirth.
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