Three Winds
6 August 2021 12:46wrt the weather right now, I keep toying with a system - I have no idea where it fits in with anything or how it should be used - of a white wind, a red wind and a blue wind.
The white wind is when things become clearer, a blowing-away-the-cobwebs of a walk ( ☉☽︎ and/or ☽︎). It brings clarity, freshness, a spring-clean-for-the-soul, a blank sheet of paper, a bath in the air; it may be bracing, but always helps you see your way more clearly by cutting back what is clutter.
The blue wind brings despair, brings weight of water. ( ☽︎🞱) - like a fog sitting on your soul, like being doused in misery, like the air you breathe is wet and the earth beneath you is sodden and your skin is soaked with sorrow, and the clouds blot out the sun and the darkness is unending. Helps if you're British, to know the blue wind I think; a properly Welsh wetness.
But the red wind wakes you up inside with laughter ( ☉🞱) and its this red wind I've been feeling for a few days now, reminding me what autumn is. Red winds sweep you up with them. Red winds are generally dry (but not always), and they can be felt more inside than out - a great hurrying and harrying to getup and go dancing; a playful wind which destroys things in its joy and never notices, a hysterical wind which says now, now, now; the sort of wind that gets you into trouble. Where I come from, when the wind ruffles the cornfield, the rhyme goes:
Herodias's
daughter
is shaking out
her skirts
as if somebody was dancing and swirling there and making the land dance with her, overpowering the senses until you go and dance alongside - no matter where it leads.
I have missed red winds. Red winds can be accompanied by red stars. I felt the red wind once at night as slender clouds streaked across a strangely hot darkness; it felt a little like getting swept up into the final track of Seance at Hobs Lane, an insistent pulsating of everything - not like a wind at all, and sometimes the red wind is sudden stillness but a thrumming inside. I have missed red winds
I have no idea how such a system would be "put-to-use" in a magical context, but that says more about me than it; I like to exist alongside the spirits more than I've ever felt drawn to "do" anything with them
The white wind is when things become clearer, a blowing-away-the-cobwebs of a walk ( ☉☽︎ and/or ☽︎). It brings clarity, freshness, a spring-clean-for-the-soul, a blank sheet of paper, a bath in the air; it may be bracing, but always helps you see your way more clearly by cutting back what is clutter.
The blue wind brings despair, brings weight of water. ( ☽︎🞱) - like a fog sitting on your soul, like being doused in misery, like the air you breathe is wet and the earth beneath you is sodden and your skin is soaked with sorrow, and the clouds blot out the sun and the darkness is unending. Helps if you're British, to know the blue wind I think; a properly Welsh wetness.
But the red wind wakes you up inside with laughter ( ☉🞱) and its this red wind I've been feeling for a few days now, reminding me what autumn is. Red winds sweep you up with them. Red winds are generally dry (but not always), and they can be felt more inside than out - a great hurrying and harrying to getup and go dancing; a playful wind which destroys things in its joy and never notices, a hysterical wind which says now, now, now; the sort of wind that gets you into trouble. Where I come from, when the wind ruffles the cornfield, the rhyme goes:
Herodias's
daughter
is shaking out
her skirts
as if somebody was dancing and swirling there and making the land dance with her, overpowering the senses until you go and dance alongside - no matter where it leads.
I have missed red winds. Red winds can be accompanied by red stars. I felt the red wind once at night as slender clouds streaked across a strangely hot darkness; it felt a little like getting swept up into the final track of Seance at Hobs Lane, an insistent pulsating of everything - not like a wind at all, and sometimes the red wind is sudden stillness but a thrumming inside. I have missed red winds
I have no idea how such a system would be "put-to-use" in a magical context, but that says more about me than it; I like to exist alongside the spirits more than I've ever felt drawn to "do" anything with them