Feast of Rosalia

9 Rosa/June 21

Stelladi/Wed. (Star day. Day of Madria Sofia.)

The Star is one of our Five Sacred Mystery Symbols. The North (guiding) Star is the Symbol of the third Mystery of Adoria, the Appearance (or Nativity) of the Holy Daughter. She is our Star of Hope, our Guiding Star and the Midnight Star of Wonder.

O, Madria Sofia, Jana of Intelligence, Intuition and Wisdom, be with us. May the Pure Stream of Your Virtues flow within me, in this world and in all the worlds to come. Blessed are You.

 (Rosa Mundi)

Today is the beautiful feast of Rosalia in the Janite Tradition or Rosa Mundi, which means Rose of the World, in the Filianic/Madrian Tradition.

It is the High Feast of the Celestial Mother, She Who is the Assumption of our souls. It is also the feast of roses.

Janites take the name of Rosalia, which means rose flower, from the ancient Roman festival of roses. (1)

Before the aftermath of Vatican II really took hold in the Catholic Church, the shrines of the Virgin Mary, which could be found both inside the churches and outside on the grounds, were laden with roses of every color and hue. Faithful devotees and families would carry them to church on the feast days of the Virgin Mary and place them at the feet of her statues. Dozens of candles would be lit in her honor. In this way, they celebrated Our Lady with fire and roses.

Today, Deanics offer roses to Our Lady in our hestia shrines and we sing to Her in sweet sounding hymns. We praise Her and thank Her in worship and we light a fire in honor of Her Fiery Rose Heart.

(Even candles, for those who do not have access to campfires, wood-stoves or fireplaces or are a form of natural Fire! And for those who cannot afford florist roses, grocery store roses or one or three good roses are fine. It’s also nice to wear a silk rose in our hair, today.)

The fire represents the flame of Our Lady’s love for Her children, a flame which resides in each of our hearts. It is up to us as to whether we fan this flame into the fire of Love, or if we let it smolder and turn to ash through neglect.

The rose is known as the queen of flowers. There is some controversy as to when the rose was first referenced in this way, but evidence appears to point to a date as early as 600 BC and was attributed to the Greek poetess, Sappho:

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, 

In matchless beauty on the plain,

The rose (mankind would all agree),

The rose, the Queen of Flowers should be. (2)

As such, it is only fitting that the rose eventually became associated with Our Lady, the Queen of Heaven.

The rose also represents the inner temple of our hearts. In Hermetic philosophy,  the Rosa Mundi, or Rota Mundi, is the solar wheel of Apollo, the Lord of movement, of the ever passing/present moment. It is the Solar Citadel, the abode of the Heart, the symbolic center of the Supreme Center which is everywhere centered at once. It is a door through which this invisible place may be accessed by one with a pure heart and an unblemished soul. If one gains access to the center of the rose…” (3)

For Deanists, the solar wheel is that of the Supernal Sun, our Divine Mother God. It represents the inner temple of our hearts, which is in the shape of a rose. This inner temple is where the Divine Spark resides, the jana or gate to the Still Centre of Being.

2) But, within the innermost temple of thy heart shalt thou find the seas and the heavens and all the illimitable cosmos, 3) for the space within this temple is as vast as all the manifest universe. 8) Beyond life, beyond death is the temple, for it is the temple of the spirit. (The Temple of the Heart.)

In Esoteric lore, the seven petaled rose alludes to the secret doctrines of septenary emanation while the five petaled rose, the wild rose, represents the five Elements and Spirit.

In our religion, the Septenary Emanations are the Seven Janati while the five petals of the wild rose, represent the Five Mysteries in addition to symbolizing the Elements and Spirit.

Rosalia is also a feast day of the assumption of the Holy Daughter and our own promised assumption unto union and bliss with our Heavenly Mother in the Realm of Perfection or Pleroma.

So, let us celebrate this holy feast day with roses and with fire, for She is the Fiery Rose of Heaven.

Let us celebrate with worship and song, because She is Our Assumption.

Let us celebrate with joy and happiness, because She is Our Rose of Joy.


26) Know then, thy heart and render it to Me; 27) and I shall lead thee to the innermost temple of thy heart, whose form is the form of a rose. (The Temple of the Heart).

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May Our Lady bless you on this most holy day,

Blessed is She.


ArchMadria Candra Sophia




3) Joscelyn Godwin, in Robert Fludd – Hermetic Philosopher of Two Worlds. Shambala, Boulder, 1979: 10 [w/illustration.]” (Thanks to Madrina Sophia for contributing this info.)









Of Rainbows and Fairies

8 Rosa/June 20

Feast of the Fairie Queen

O, Madria Vicka, Jana of Courage, Strength and Valor, may the Pure Stream of Your Virtues flow within me, in this world and in all the worlds to come. Blessed are You.


12) And the Mistress of All Things was filled with delight and ran laughing through the forests of the Earth. 13) And every peal of Her voice became the image of a silver fragment of Her Spirit. 14) And the trees and rivers were filled with nymphs and every kind of sprite and all were Her daughters. And Her love for each was inexhaustible, for each was a reflection of some boundless fragment of Her unbounded Spirit. 16) And to each was given the governance of some earthly thing. The Mythos of Creation, verses 12-16

Tonight is the Feast of the Fairie Queen Aine, who was once a Celtic Mother Goddess. It is also the feast of the fairies and Nature spirits.

We see from the above scripture that these beings are also the daughters of Dea and She loves them. They have been given the governance of a portion of Nature, be it flowers, trees, brooks and all of Nature.

Since moving to my camp on the lake, we have seen three double-rainbows hovering over the lake. Each time the lower arc was exceptionally brilliant, each color so vibrant, all other colors looked like a washed-out pastel in comparison. They always remind me of the things we are not able to see every day….like fairies.

There is no Rite of Sacrifice or liturgy served this evening. This is a Twilight of magick, mystery and wonder.

I offer for you, just for fun, an excerpt from my book. This is copy-righted material and may not be used or copied in any way or form. Thank you. 

    Regina took in her breath and watched, open-mouthed, as long fire trails of every color imaginable flashed and streaked high above them. The streams of light splayed out in all directions before dying out, only to be replaced by new sets of ever-widening trails of fire-color. Sparks shot off in all directions, resembling shooting stars racing across a clear, midnight sky. Booms and whizzing noises followed each new burst of color.

     The finale began with the entire night sky being lit up by hundreds of fire trails looping and crisscrossing all at once. The very air itself was ablaze with shining shades of gold, copper, bronze, red and indigo resembling curtains of Northern Lights. Regina was so delighted; she joined her new friends in wolf-whistling between her fingers.

    Finally, all fireworks ended. The last trail diminished overhead.  A treble rainbow appeared; one rainbow atop the other graced the sky as if performing this nature-defying feat entirely of its own accord. The bowed arcs dimmed and imploded in an explosion of spark-emitting diamonds which showered back to the ground and melted into puddles of liquid colors.

     Thunderous applause, hoots and whistles from the audience expressed their enjoyment of the stunning finale.

   Kalin and Miss Moss appeared together on the stage. The Elder and the Guardian waited patiently while the last of the audience sat back down. When all was quiet, Miss Moss formerly nodded her head towards the back of the circle, behind the audience and beyond the Stones.

     As one, the audience turned their heads, wondering what was to come next. Everyone had assumed the fireworks completed the Celebration.

    A collective gasp escaped the crowd when a line of hovering green orbs entered the circle. Regina looked around at the faces of the audience, trying to figure out what was going on. The audience immediately stood-up and from the looks of sheer astonishment on the villager’s faces, Regina surmised that whatever was happening was not a normal event.

     Each opaque bubble was a bit larger than a softball. They bobbed slightly up and down in mid-air, as they flowed gracefully, up to the podium like little escaping balloons. The people in each aisle bowed their heads and kept them bowed from the time the first bubble approached their row until the last, much larger orb had passed them by.  Their actions gave Regina the feeling that perhaps she was in the presence of some type of royalty.

     Slowly and respectfully, the green orbs circled around Kalin and Miss Moss before heading away from the table and back down towards the rear of the circle from which they had entered.

     The very last larger bubble broke away from the floating formation and lilted straight towards Regina. She could sense those around her stiffen as the Being approached.

     The orb came to a hovering rest right in front of her face. The sweet fragrance of lilacs emanated from the orb. A faint tinkling sound reached her ears that reminded her of shattering crystal. Try as she might, Regina could not see through the bubble to glimpse what could possibly be inside.

    Seemingly satisfied with what the Being within the orb saw in Regina, the bubble hovered over her head for a moment and then touched her forehead. The touch felt surprisingly cool.  The largest orb then languidly bobbled to the rear of the retreating line of green bubbles and finally vanished beyond the rear Circle Stones.

     It was with humiliating embarrassment that Regina realized she was the only one still standing.  Everyone around her, including Gabriel, Saari and the others were bowed low on bended knee. She felt her face flush a deep red. She must have committed some horrible village blunder and there was no way she could possibly make up for it. She tried to kneel down before anyone else noticed, but it was too late. Gabriel, Saari and the rest, together with the other villagers around her, stood up and regarded her with silent awe. (Copyright, Pamela M. Lanides). 

Don’t forget to leave a fairie feast, tonight!

May the Queen of the Fairies, Aine, bless us and bless all of Nature.