Monday, October 5, 2015

Back to the land of eternal summer

This past week I had a tour through the mid-Atlantic. I saw my first ex husband, my best friends, my hometown, and went to the Cruicible Convention. This was the first time I'd be around serious, experienced Magickal practitioners in a year. 

Instead of feeling pain and loss I felt joy. I saw where I've been, where I am, and visions of what I want for my future. I realized connection with Magickal folk is of utmost importance to me. I have not lost my religion or world view. How that will develop I have no idea. 

One of the things that's bothered me in Florida is that the seasons are subtle and different in the subtropics. Yes, the zodiacal wheel of the year applies but seasonal changes are not congruent with typical Wiccan practice. I thought I'd get some Mabon flavor up North. I did. But I made another connection too. The Celtic fae I'm familiar with are not present in this area. 

I shared a story at the con about my mom while she was in hospice. She kept speaking about the big black man in her  bathroom. She also kept saying she had to go and had me help her stand for hours until she had to lay down due to complete exhaustion. The next day I saw and felt this presence she mentioned. It was the figure of a large black man with a top hat dressed in all black. I knew this figure was an opener of the death gates, a guide for her.  I accepted his presence and helped her accept her work. I also evoked her mother to come help her over too. 

At the conference I talked about how a representation of The Baron didn't make sense to me as my family is Celtic by heritage and I have never worked with Voodun energy. 

It occurs to me today that is about my location and how not connecting with these traditions further isolated me from local Magickal sources. I had thought I was ill-suited to voodoo. I wonder. 

I feel competent and hopeful. I am peeling back deeper layers of grief and that's ok. I want the world and won't settle for less.  

Monday, June 8, 2015

Diamon, the dance eternal

the dizziness of losing equalibrium
the pendulum swing
of mine beating, yearning heart.
Dynamism and kenetic energy,
motion and growth,
movement and dancing.
Am I falling? I am I daft?

Moving forward in the dance
and yet, succor to the muse
to the force, the ever present myth.

This is life, the tears and the joy
the screams and the loneliness.
Dance eternal, I hear your call. 

and answer, in measure. 

Diamon, I tarry no longer. 
I answer the call.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Cycles of completion.

Lately anything I do for fun feels like an unreality. I have a feeling that a lot of this has to do with incompatible fields. I can't expect to be fully immersed in family health concerns and also be starting new relationships. You cannot harvest and plant at the same time. Part of this feeling comes from stepping into the mother role. I must bear the tension in my family and keep things together in a fixed modality. There is also a lot of change going on and many things are mutuable, in transition and flux as well as the fear and mystery of the unknown future. However, the cardinal push of the maiden is whole inappropriate for this time. 

Yes, all things in balance an moderation. The is a solitary path unfolding in my life that is not completely related to my family. However, those pieces are subplots and have to be examined in context so as not to become retreats into delusional fantasy. 

This pain has a purpose and it is not guilt, nor regret. It is the crone's syth harvesting at the end of the season. It is the bittersweet setting sun, the golden light, the spiced wine at harvest time. 

Be gentle, be patient, mark the time. All in its due season. 

Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Capricorn resumes the Climb

Eva Ro via Horoscopista found on
I am grateful for many things in my life.  I was raised by loving, responsible, kind, compassionate parents who were able to provide for all of my basic and not so basic needs.  I'm smart, sensible, creative, and attractive.  I don't want to squander my gifts.  In fact, I often feel drawn to the pull of my destiny.  Now this gives me hope.  A couple of years ago, the course I took down the river was so new I was only cold, wet, and terrified.  Now I am excited for the strange new land I approach.

Last month I attended a 2 day dream seminar.  It was awesome!  A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that taught me a very important lesson.  The coolest thing about the dream is that before the dream seminar, I would have interpreted the dream differently and not understood the critical part of the message.  The message was I was not ready for the test I was to take yesterday because I hadn't trained for it appropriately.  The dream also warned me not to pass the buck and if I failed, I did so knowingly and only had myself to blame.  Okay, message received.  So, I studied my brains out, and yesterday I passed!  The best part of the success was that a year ago I doubt I could have remembered the information or focused long enough to learn it.  I have healed greatly from my trip down to rock bottom.  Paul affectionately likened it to the Capricorn jumping off the pinnacle of Mt. Everest and crashing at the bottom of the rocks at the bottom of the deepest caverns of the ocean.  I'm taking a parachute next time.

A lot of the new ideas I'm having and lessons I'm learning are not ones that are fully formed and cannot yet be shared on this blog.  It is not that the redefining and growth process isn't happening, however.  I still have to work on building my strength and new perspectives.  That way, when the ideas are ready to crown, they will be fully formed and breath in their own life in their own due time.

  • At the Chicago Art Institute Museum, I was overwhelmed by the purity and volume of the the archetypal fields the great modern artists tie into.  For example, I have been reading the book of Job lately.  I walked into one gallery and was drawn, mouth gaping to a lamenting figure of Job, and I recognized him, from his face.  I didn't recognize the name of the painting, but the field associated with Job!  
  • I listened to an inspirational speaker at the forum I attended.  She had many inspirational witticisms to share.  One was "Own your suckage".  I really didn't like this particular idea as I thought it sounded both led by negative ego and self-deprecating.   I reframed it to the following, "Make your faults work for you."  I mentioned this to someone over lunch and they were amazed that I could turn a phrase like that.  He decided it needed a name, so I interjected "reframing".  Basic psychology and basic NLP, that's all.  
  • I have decided that while I am still polytheistic, I have decided I am not Wiccan nor NeoPagan any longer.  I think a more fitting description is Jungian Occultist. 
  • I am really looking forward to studying, writing, and doing art starting in May.  I also plan on expanding my artistic presence in the world and will be doing some posters, note cards, and giclee prints.  Stay tuned!  

Saturday, March 28, 2015

January Musings Part II

That which we turn a blind eye on, 
that which we obliterate, 
that which we hide from our memory, 
that what we turn our back on, 
all these things, 
we cannot learn from. 
We are blind too. 
We have put a shield up against it. 
And shut off my mind. 
I shall not burn the sigil of my past 
for my friend and my enemy 
are my greatest teachers.

Musings from January I

my blood
your blood
is spilled
shared the seed
on the ground
kiss my mouth
1 million tiny cells
joining together
you becoming me
me becoming you
you and I become us
and we.

floating in this combined union
seeking gnosis .
Totally obliterated
and all because
we're blind
we're deaf
struggle and suffocation
of lonely loneliness
and the separation is real.

The only reality is love.

And we are so young,
we have no idea what that means.
God has mercy on us.
God understands the infinite capacity of love.
Creation sustaining destruction
all of its own cycle
all feeding this upon that
and dynamic balance.
And yet we choose to struggle
we choose to hate
we choose to be right
and that causes suffering.

Let go to a sea of love
that you need not be right
you need not know anything
just live and listen and laugh
forgive and learn.

The goddess loves us
we are all her creatures
and all acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
that we might suffer not
and dance under the full moon.

Don't you see?
All you seek is within you
it was never without
all the universe of the untouched psyche
God is within you
and every cell
and every space
in every void within you.

For that which you seek
you do not find within,
you'll never find without
for the goddess says
I am that which is found at the end of desire.

Monday, March 23, 2015

land of the sun

layers beneath knotted layers and my heart beats in the glimmer of gold.
Under firelight and smoke doth the message lie.
The hind and hare watch.
Holda waits.  Frigga knows. and the Norns spin.

I no longer fear.  I hear the drum beat.
I wake in the land of the sun.
Sowilo flickers in the light.
Thus my fate is spun.
Past and future meet, in the knotted tension of wyrd.

No potency is lost, the resin burns on,
pungent and pure.
Orange blossoms and hope grows.
Love and faith and rebirth.

I have left the frozen north and the sea still calls me.
Water witch, sea farer- mystery.
Bitter salt and sulfur, blood and iron.
Nothing is lost, in that cockle is reborn on 9 waves.

I breath, wait, crash, sleep.
The future is bringing many gifts;
of bread and salt, of bright tidings.

And I give thanks.
I sweat, I sigh, I turn my eye to the eastern sky
and wait under the new moon and the wandering Lady.
And I dance once more.