The Sensual Bealtaine World

This is where I usually gush about my favourite time of the year.

The “luminous weeks” from May to July, the sleepless nights of light and balmy air filled with the seductive scent of blossoms and the burgeoning life of spring. It’s always been utterly intoxicating to me.

Before I continue, I’d like to explain this a little, because to non-pagans or even pagans who aren’t as sensitive to the rhythms of nature (or whose path simply didn’t involve spending decades sharpening their senses, bathing in moonlight and making love to the earth), it might seem like it’s “all about sex”. And don’t get me wrong, it’s without a doubt the sexiest time of the year, pure ecstasy in a lover’s embrace, but that’s because it’s all about sensuality, those sharpened senses of mine that somehow respond to things like luminous nights and soft grass and crashing waves over rocks, that get drunk on the elements. Don’t get me started on what the moon does to me.

And this year, I don’t quite know what I’ll do:

  • There’s this whole thing with social distancing. I’m so touch-deprived it’s not even funny. Again, it’s not all about sex (although that’s of course off the agenda too, seeing as I live on my own), it’s about touching, hugging, breathing in friends, falling about laughing… Zoom and messages are an increasingly stale replacement.
  • 15 years ago, after 13 moons of intense preparation, I spent Walpurgisnacht celebrating and then sleeping in the woods and got up at the crack of dawn to dedicate myself to the powers that be (not governments. The actual ones). I’d planned to spend this anniversary in the same place, near Vienna. You know what became of that.
  • There’s another, more subtle thing. You know how people say they’re “between jobs” or “between relationships”? Well, I’m between mythologies. I’ve been inexplicably sad at times, violently so and completely out of the blue over these past few days. Nothing to worry about, by the way, it’s simply emotions; my point is, I can distinctly feel my gods withdrawing from me. They bear me no ill-will; they simply can’t follow me here. They’re bound to this soggy island almost 2k km North-West of here, where my soul is also. The waves of sadness come whenever I sense this. I’m mourning.

There’s a great German term for being very, very alone: mutterseelenallein. No German speaker ever thinks of its meaning when they use this expression, but literally it says “mothers’-souls-alone”. This is what I feel right now spiritually, like the souls of all the ancestors and the spirits and the deities have left, and I’m alone.

I’ve been starting to read up on Southern Slavic, particularly Croatian mythology recently. There’s not much to go on, at least not in English, but there are some folk tales and mythological creatures I think I’ll be able to relate to very well (those who don’t mind a long read, bookmark this). I simply haven’t had much opportunity yet to get to places where I could start making contact. It’ll come with time, I’m sure, but in the meantime, I’ll have a strangely up-rooted Bealtaine because I can assure you, all my Bealtaine feelings and the absolutely explosive energy which translates into an inability to concentrate or stay still, is very much present with me this year, just like every year.

So, it’s not a bad thing, I’ll just need to learn more and actually communicate with… them. These things can’t be forced, but they’ll happen, I’m certain. I may be foreign here, but I’ve felt strangely at home from the first moment I arrived in Croatia, like I just slotted into the energy here. So I’m optimistic that this will work out in time. It’s the exact opposite to the time I visited Nova Scotia, which I then considered as a place to live: The spirits of the land weren’t hostile or unwelcoming there, but they were completely alien to me, almost like my DNA was incompatible. Beautiful as it is there, it’s not my home. Here, it’s a different story.

I still intend to celebrate the Hel out of Bealtaine Eve and the following few weeks. Virtual hugs are very much welcome – seeing as there can’t be physical ones – but please understand, I’m not down or anything, just perceiving what’s going on and experiencing it. No filter, so to speak. I’m actually quite happy most of the time.

Have a beautiful Bealtaine! I’ll try and get outside, although the weather is pretty wet and supposed to stay that way for the rest of the week. In fact, there have been thunderstorms on and off for the past five hours or so. I thought it was over, but it’s just started again. Might be time to leave the house and meet Perun.

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10 thoughts on “The Sensual Bealtaine World

  1. It’s my favourite time of the year too, usually. And I definitely hear you on the touch-deprived issue. I’m lucky enough to get hugs from my daughter but it’s not quite the same as friends and other adults. The expression “mutters alone” exists in Norwegian as well. Sending you a big virtual hug

    1. Wow, really? Would you tell me the expression? Remember, I still know a little bit of Norwegian 🙂 I’d love to know.

      Big hugs back to you!!

      1. It’s just “mutters alene”, completely alone. It was probably imported from German at some time. Norwegian has a lot of borrowed words from German

      2. backtomoonfaery

        Hi dear,
        It fascinates me when there’s this inexplicable bond, between places or people. I always tend to think it’s got something to do with past lives. Or your soul purpose… but there’s got to be a reason, right?
        The way you were drawn to Croatia was magical in itself, so I’m positive you will find your way to align yourself again. Or to feel connected again, because I believe you being there is you aligning to your soul purpose ❤️

      3. That’s a great point actually, I agree past lives play into it a lot. There’s a distinct energy to it – the way my soul is woven into the soil in the West of Ireland, that’s past-life stuff, for sure.

        In other places, such as Austria and now Croatia, it’s more an affinity the way one might have with a friend. We just “vibe together”. And I like it ❤


  2. Blessed Bealtaine and Walpurgisnacht!
    The spirit of place, i feel it is like any other relationship, it takes time and dedication. It is extra tough right now because you also lack human contact. I hope you will meet human and gods of Croatia soon.
    I started my post about Walpurgisnacht this morning and I also mention my Huidhonger (skinhunger) – as single people I feel this is quite the challenge. Now usually I don’t get touched often and I have been aware of this hunger for a long time, but now I just want to hug everyone. So I hug a tree!
    Mutterseelenallein. Moederzielalleen in Dutch I always think of Remi of Sans famille, and I feel you. I am not living in a country where I haven’t connected with many people and the Gods yet, but I feel well, zo verdomd alleen (a Dutch song).
    HUG XX

    1. Amazing that it’s the same in Dutch, too. Gotta love Germanic languages ❤

      In fairness, I've met plenty of amazing humans here already, so I hope I didn't sound like I was complaining about that – my post only concerns the spiritual stuff. I'm isolated right now because of COVID-19, so I'm looking into the unseen world for company more.

      Skin hunger is a great way of putting it, that feeling of missing humans! I think when this is over, I'm going to grab my friends and hug them for about two weeks each. I hope you'll get to do that too, and sooner rather than later. Being completely without human contact is so tough in the long run.

      Big hugs!! xxx

  3. Craig

    Nice entry! I totally understand the importance of touch; sometimes a good, long, tight hug is so beautiful; I also understand what you mean that it’s not about the sex, although that is so great also! And I completely agree, virtual visits are no replacement for personal touch.

    You’ll find yourself soon; the beauty is already emerging as springtime comes, and soon, the social distancing will be loosened. I’m eager for this to occur for you. It’s already occurring for me, here.

    Virtual hugs!

    1. Ah it’s lovely to hear that you’re doing well and reaching out. And yes, the social distancing will of course come to an end, we just need to be patient (which isn’t my strongest suit, to put it mildly. Lol!).

      In the meantime, I’ll concentrate on the part that definitely doesn’t carry any viruses, and that’s nature and the other world and its beings and entities 🙂

      Big hugs back!!

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