Wicca and Mother Goddess

I’ve been thinking a lot lately (well, it’s sad; you get old, your mind wanders down strange pathways, but at least I’ve been thinking about this in between v practical issues for a rather demanding appellate brief; my job does do wonderful things for …

What is a Wounded Healer? If you are someone who is sensitive or very intuitive (clairaudient, clairessant or clairvoyant)*, from a family history of emotional or physical abuse, find yourself in the middle of solving family quarrels, and suffer from first chakra illnesses like joint, bone, autoimmune, skin or blood disease, you may be a [...]

Winner of the Golden Spire Award at the 1998 San Francisco International Film Festival, this extraordinary documentary takes viewers into India’s largest prison – known as one of the toughest in the world – and shows the dramatic change brought about by the introduction of Vipassana meditation. We can witness how a powerhouse of an [Read More...]

And it’s still usually women getting burned.The fear of witchcraft in Ghana has been traced back to the 15th century when the nation was introduced to Christianity. It was through the churches teaching that raised the anxiety of locals about the destr…

The early Winter festivals of Advent and the Conception begin the Daughter-half of the year.

Day Lilies by Rosanna WarrenFor six days, full-throated, they praised the light with speckled tongues and blare of silence by the porch stair: honor guard with blazons and trumpets raised still heralding the steps of those who have no…

One of the surest ways for me to upset folks is to blog about personal finance. That’s not surprising; the entire issue of personal finance/prosperity/money is pretty fraught within the overall Pagan community. There are likely a number of reasons fo…

Here’s an interesting article about a Pagan who claims that he was denied a permit to work as a limo driver because of his religion and his sexual preference for BDSM. The Pagan, Peter Hayes, makes some claims about his interview that, if true, would …

It has recently come to my attention that there are some heathens who believe that our ancestral religion has little to do with ecology or reverence for the earth. Such colossal and inexcusable ignorance on the part of people who ought to know better r…

What does life want? Life wants to taste the sun, to drink in light and make it live a thousand forms. And sun, sun is blaze reaching out towards life’s formation … Look upon green, and see gold : gold enfleshed in leaf, gold grasped as rain and now leaping up to return through form to source. Gaze upon meadows, and see a single stream of sun, a golden river greened, withal, around. Life is sun’s kaleidoscope, and evolution an iteration of mirrors. Through this superdriven plasma articulated thousand and million-fold, spirit ascends through out-blossoming evolution, and so the sordid soiled flesh of monsters was seeded by the Gods with uprising potential. Here Sol, here Jord, here Freyr and Odin speak their wondrous, choired galder. Life is but their song’s choreography.

Odr, Freya’s to-be-husband, having rescued her, and then, in his madness, gone on to avenge his father and battle against the Gods, now rises to surrender the sword to win the hand of Freya in wedlock. He must leap out from beyond the earth’s edge, grasp Bifrost, and ascend through the heavens, up towards Asgard. There he must pass Odin’s riddle-tests before he may be let through to take his love.

Arose the rose’s kiss-bestower, rampant rave of love’s sweet song, the soul, to seek his mistress, out beyond the bounds of earth’s edge. And there, ebonocean diving, rich molassan spackle of Night’s cloak, he sought in desperate swim the silent song-paths of stars. Gasp as up the roiling foam of vacuum churned, he grasped the iridescent, thousand-huéd fish-tail, glittering moon-gold’s scatter wet upon its sleekened, stellar back, and rose, as fingers clutched the argentine sands of an unseen coast or istular peninsula, and up upon his feet.

Now glide, as surf or skied the turbulent wave of rainbow’s rush, with fleet and flight feet that coast the rolling undulations. Fast, the fire’s rapids ripple : he must ride, with pluck and certain stride, and catch with agile feet the tread of the flame’s slip. And as a flag unfurling in the wind of aether, a shook and tied-died tongue of flame, he rode the outer paths of song and eerie static.

He traveled along tongues, long elongated star-filaments vibrate, through the sonar void, light’s eclipse, as salmon towards the spawnness, light beyond the blind.

Light begleaming refractate, inflected shimmer-disperse from every round rim of eyes, and refulgent crescendo, celestial splendor waxing, eyes swore all sights before were blind, for this unveiled illum’s biosis, the very species myriad of photonic genesis, and awe was a thousand vellums of words, each its own peculiar hue and shade.

And still up the stellar canyons ascend, upon the congealed granite of vacuum photoned, pulsar’s riverine melissa-speckled ladder, out against the blind-black vastness of full-cannot-be-seen and thus so empty-seemed in awesome ocean of dark overwhelm. Light might be believed in darkness, if love drew.

And so drew on the mad, bemaddened rush of spirit’s eloquence, up, impossible beyond the quasars’ homelands, rise, and pass the falling-rising rim of fortune’s wheel galactic, creamed will-o-wisp churned to spiral labyrinth, through whose mazes mazed bewildered youth toward love. For there upon the pinnacle, power’s gaze of aether’s ancient homelands, source of spirit’s winds, unfound peak and everywhere-centered centrum of awe, befulcrumed high-hinge within the all, the very heightitude of beyondment — there, love’s elegance and festive choir dined. Atop and without, the without-within a thousand miles alone reveals, for so the here is only found in journey. There — the highest here — he found her, beyond the walls of riddle.

Questions peaked the quest in puzzle, hostile rebufferment of homebody’s baffle. Growling hounds on stellar guard rails, grim intimidation of maestro’s interrogatio : the test celestial of dissertatio : GOD’s enguardment of the holy places shut to monstrous marauds. There in quick and helix-ricocheted rapid of call and response question, wit against wit, the prove, the final fristing, haze of mind’s realize, in divine dictation of riddle, the Full-Swift strong passed the eloquent candidate, past, in capped-and-gown’d graduate, on towards love’s abode, where all-waiting welcome arms of adoration lip-rims ope, as sunrise’s never-ending gaze from out the gates of newest dawn elope upon forever-fields of union’s wonder.

Aurora Borealis timelapse HD – Tromsø 2010 from Tor Even Mathisen on Vimeo.And we get to live here./hat tip NTodd’s Ma

Sun in Pisces and Gemini Ascendent, I have all of the signs in the Zodiac that look in two directions. As a result, I can often see both sides of any argument. It makes me a good lawyer, but, on occasion, an annoying friend and, to tell the truth, at…

Today I’m contemplating the message of Lakshmi, the Goddess of true wealth. In these days of “get- your- dream- sports- car- using- the- law- of- Attraction” and “I-do-it-my-way” , the Deep Feminine is calling us to sincerely investigate what is true wealth. What is success? Lakshmi has 108 names, and each name represent a different [Read More...]

It is, after all, the secular season for gratitude.hat tip: Margaret Roach at A Way to Garden.Margaret’s video about “Gardening How-To & Woo Woo” is also worth a watch. Love her discussion of how the garden and the gardener are one. And, of course, …

Bring me some peace when there’s talk of war, I’ve got peace on my mind. Oh, peace is sweet, most any time, and, yet,Bring me some peace when there’s talk of warAnd how easy we forget.Tonight, I will light a candle for peace in Korea. You come, too.

Greetings,I wanted to let my blog readers know that this weekend our Wombyn Studies Sistahs will be hosting our 1st Arts & Crafts Wombyn’s Bazaar. The show will feature guest artists from around the world! November 28th, 10am (PST)/1pm (EST) The day of…

with a culture that refers to its gentials — the organs that create life and give intense pleasure — as junk.I am just saying.

I think that “aspirin to lick” is going to become a catch-phrase for me.

Judge Kimba Woods rocks.Mr. Epstein will be permitted to attend the bris in the joyous event that a son is born. But the court would like to balance the scales. If a daughter is born there will be a public celebration in court with readings from poet…

While I’ll admit to being a bit of a foodie, I grew up in the South and my mom was from even deeper in the South and I do love good Southern cooking, even if it’s not as fashionable as some other forms of cuisine. A few years ago, a friend gave me Foo…

The modern world view began in the 17th century. It replaced the traditional world view which saw the world as the outward manifestation of spiritual realities.