Little Imbolc on the Prairie

February 7th, 2010

Credit: Llewellyn's Witches Calendar

Imbolc. We Pagans and Wiccans that follow the traditional Wheel of the Year typically learn at the beginning of our studies that Imbolc heralds the start of spring, the first stirrings of the Earth after the long lonely winter has passed….

Really??

I live on the Canadian prairies. As I’m writing this, at around 800 pm CST, it’s very dark outside…the light is slowly starting to return, but at such a snail’s pace that it is barely noticeable unless you closely track it. We, and several of the northern US states, recently had a dump of snow, or a “blizzard” to the states that experience this as unusual activity (to us, this is relatively normal..), so it looks more like Yule than spring out there. The snow is still gently falling against the blackness as I write. It frusterates me. I admit it. I’m not a winter person. I’m a summer girl. I love the ocean, and the bright sun, and the sand…. I long for summer. I long for spring. I long for the green grass and leaves.

Imbolc promises it’s coming. As an educated woman who has seen 31 turns of the Wheel, I “know” that it’s coming. I know spring will come again, followed by summer. I know that the trees won’t stay barren forever and that the leaves will somehow, miraculously, burst from the branches that look like lifeless twigs within the weeks to come. I know that the sun will somehow grow stronger and melt all of the huge snowdrifts. That nature will somehow hear some soundless signal that will allow the temperatures to rise from the minuses to the pluses again.

I often wonder how it all works. How nature knows. How Mother Nature doesn’t get confused and “Forget” that spring is supposed to come, and leave us with endless winter. Sometimes, in my child’s heart, I fear that that might happen. Or, with that same childish wishing heart, I hope that Mother Nature will forget that winter is supposed to come, and leave us with endless summer.

Oh, I’m educated. I went to school, all the way through to University. I was never a sciences or maths person (blech..I deeply respect them, and those that are good at them, but as someone with Dyscalculia, the maths and sciences were always a huge stumbling block for me and I never enjoyed them as a result.), but I know the basics of the environment, of Biology, of the “why’s”.

But, I think one of the wonders of being Pagan is that we retain that same awe and wonder about the seasons, about the processes of life, the same respect and awknowledgement that the life processes around and within us are all great mysteries, and part of The Great Mystery,that our ancesestors did. I’m not saying that this is exclusive to the Earth-centered religions, but us Pagans and our sisters and brothers that follow the Earth-centered paths have a unique perspective of the cycles of life. We don’t just see them as created by Deity…we see them AS Deity Itself. Goddess didn’t just make the seasons..She IS the seasons. Pagans today aim to view the seasons and the natural world with the same wonder and awe as the first people did when the viewed a lightening storm in all its glory, or the ocean pounding the shore, or a snowstorm blanketing the earth. The seasons changing, or a baby’s development in the womb and first breath, or the bird’s ability to soar to incredible heights, is no less miraculous today because we can scientifically explain them;all that science does is explain the mechanics. The mechanics still happen, and the miracles still unfold within.

But back to Imbolc.I promise it all ties in. :)

I think that those of us that live in climates where we might not “see” the changes of spring as early or as dramatically as other places, which includes those where the seasons might not be as marked as they are in my climate, might question if the lessons of Imbolc really apply to us. I promise you, they really can.

Imbolc translated means “Fire in the belly” : the beginning of new life. The start of something. Catalyst, ignition, conception, a seed. Imbolc to the Celts is also the celebration of the Great Goddess Brighid, She who is Healer,Muse, Poetess, Smith, Great Mother. Imbolc is the seed: the start of something. The seed isn’t always visible. We can’t always see what is going on far beneath the earth, the stirrings of what is beginning. When a child is first conceived, most don’t know right away that a great change is happening. When a great idea or business plan is first conceived, a great deal of work lies ahead: the idea might just be a thought crossing someone’s mind. All of the inventions and progression we see today started with one idea; often an idea that others might have called crazy or impossible. It all seems impossible at first. The idea of spring coming out of a cold, snowy winter;colorful flowers, green trees, balmy breezes, springing out of a snowy, cold, barren land would seem ridiculous to someone that had never heard or seen the concept.

Gardners understand this. Giant, ugly bulbs that look like onions will bloom into e beautiful, blooming rose bushes. Seeds in seemingly gross,smelly manure will burst into vegetables. What is seemingly meaningless or unseen will become seen and transformed.

THAT’S the message of Imbolc. We, too, have the chance to be transformed. It will take some belief on our part. We have to start moving as the Earth does. Put away our “big people” logic and over-thinking for awhile and just give over to the cycles. What is unseen now that we wish to bloom in the coming spring? What do we wish to plant? No matter what we do, we are planting something. If we are thinking negatively…and we’ve all been there…i.e. “I will never get out of debt” , “I will never get a good job”, “That’s just notpossible”"…we’re planting those seeds of doubt, that will grow to full-grown weeds that will overgrow, take over, crowd and choke our goals before we can even plant them in our garden. What to do? Go through and pull them at the root. When they threaten to take over, repeat to yourself, “I’m planting the seeds of positivity”. The more you say positive things to yourself, the more your brain starts to be retrained.

Picture that garden in your mind, now nicely pruned of the weeds and self-doubt. The doubts will still come, so don’t worry about them. Just keep your pruning shears at the ready and pluck them when they come ’round; if you catch them right away, they won’t take root. Every garden gets some.

Ok..now..what do you want to plant? How’s the soil looking? Do you need to water your garden (mind)? Try doing some meditation. Five minutes a day. That’s it. Stand outside for five minutes. Look at the moon or the sun, and breathe in nature, taking in the elements, talk to the Goddess and God (in your head our out loud, as you can). Or, if you prefer indoors, sit at your altar or sacred space, and just sit and drink in the presence.

Think of what you want to plant this season. Invision what you want to bloom. What you want to nurture throughout the seasons this Wheel. It might change. Don’t have heart failure if it does..just picture what you want for now, and it will grow with you. Plant the seed, and nurture it every day in your meditation. Water it. Keep the area clean. Talk to your seed. Nuture it with positive thoughts.

No matter what your climate, no matter how unbelievable it might seem that spring is on its’ way…somewhere…deep inside….your spirit knows. Water that hope. Keep it going. The snow might be on the outside, but the seed is stirring deep within the Earth.

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Turning Outward…

February 3rd, 2010

Little darling
It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s alright

-The Beatles, “Here Comes the Sun”

As those wise bards said, and as another wise one said, the great JRR Tolkein, “Not all who wander are lost”…I’m here! I haven’t wandered far, but I’ve felt like I’ve been “there and back again”, to continue on the whole hobbit theme.

It’s been an interesting winter for me to say the least. And, as always, on this amazing spiritual journey, everything has perfectly reflected in an “as above, so below” fashion. Even when things are going badly, and I’m tearing my hair out and running in circles like the proverbial chicken without their proverbial head, I can’t help but stop and smile when I see just how perfectly everything on our journey reflects. What we do here, is truly reflected in the spirit realm. Medical practitioners, those of the “hard sciences”, are just discovering today what our ancestors knew hundreds, even thousands of years ago- that our mind, body, and spirit are all interconnected; what happens on one plane, happens on another.

Yesterday, over a cold drink at our favorite googleplex coffee place that shall remain nameless, my best friend and I were discussing the same thing. How we can’t compartmentalize issues. We can’t just look at how and why our home life, for example, is going to hell in a handcart without examining our work, health, and relationships. If a patient presents with certain symptoms at the ER, those are treated first, but next, the doctor should look at WHY these are presenting; what’s happening in their lives? It goes beyond the chemical reasons and those that show up on the lab tests. Of course these need to be treated; but why are they showing up on the lab tests?

As well as being trained as a Priestess, I’ve been trained as a clinical social worker. More of the “As above, So Below” evidence is there: my Priestess training occured very much in tandem with my social work training. I received my First Degree from my first coven in 2002, right after I started my social work academic training. I started with the Sacred Mists in 2005, after I went into the “real world” of child welfare after graduating from the “ivory tower” of academia and the relative comfort of practicum training. I rolled with the punches (sometimes, almost literally..) of being a new social worker in a broken and very real and stressful system as I also learned to be a Priestess in a real world. And they both helped me tremendously. And the training and the lessons? As above, so below.

Second Degree. My very first HPS warned me that Second Degree meant facing your “very worst shadows right in front of you.” I nodded and claimed back then I was ready. I entered social work, and Wiccan training, a lot like Maverick on one of my favorite movies, “Top Gun”. Oh, I was respectful. Don’t get me wrong. I loved the Goddess and God, and my coven. Sacred Mists was the first place I felt truly at home, and I respect and respected Lady Raven and the Council like none other. But I was also confident. “Larger than life” like Maverick. I had had a decade of being a Witch. I had not exactly lived a cushy life. I’d been through hell and lived to tell the tale. I was independent. I was strong. I could make it. Worst shadows? Ha. I was ready! I wanted to be a High Priestess! I’d taught students! I’d been good at it! I’d had my own circle. I could do it.I just knew it. I was going “mach 3 with the wind in my hair”, just like Maverick.

And just like the young pilot, the Goddess had to put a stopper in my jet engine, and let me come down to earth. And I crashed. And it was a “hell of a spin”, just like Maverick. I went back to ground zero, like I had done a few times before, but clearly needed to again. My relationship at the time, which was really a big sham, got exposed for what it was and I packed up and left. But, I did get reunited with a wonderful man and we got handfasted that Lammas..and we are still together today. I ended up having to declare bankruptcy, as during my “larger than life” period I also seemed to think I had endless funds. I ended up getting sick-very sick- and being off work. And living in poverty. A poverty I’d never experienced before. We’d never had much growing up, but we always had food. and clothes. Now, we were worried about our next meal, and how medicine would be covered. Stuff I never thought about before. My car got repo’d. My so-called friends suddenly vanished. A job that I thought I loved and that the people were like family? Well, suddenly it was as if they were all wearing masks, and the masks dropped when my chips were down…and it revealed their true selves. Selves that suddenly weren’t interested in me any more now that I was “broken”

Then something else happened. I learned that a big part of the Maverick persona for me, the girl that could do anything, was really part of my being sick. I had bipolar disorder. A long odyssey was to follow-and is really still going on. I finally found a good specialist and the right meds that slowly are unlocking the combo to my brain. There are good days, and bad days.And tired days.And side effect days. But I’m getting there.

Towards the close of the Second Degree, I had to smile.I had felt so scared when I saw the cocky young personna slipping away. Was my confidence going? I saw that for a bit I became more timid. I was questioning myself. Could I lead that rite? Could I write that meditation? Oh geez, did I do okay in that study hall? Then, slowly, and still, it’s becoming a balance. I remember at the end of “Top Gun”, after Goose dies (which still makes me cry) when Maverick approaches his teacher about graduation. He then shows up for convocation and learns to fly again, and becomes an instructor. He’s still got the old fire, but he’s not quite the cocky, full-of-crap pilot he used to be. He’s matured.

That’s becoming me. Now that I’m into the Third Degree…I’m turning outward. I’m rubbing my eyes and finally coming out of my shadows. I’m seeing what needs to be “cleaned up”..in my house, in my life, in my relationships, in the world. I’m learning balance. I realize that I should be questioning how I’m doing, if I’m doing ok, am I doing my mentees justice, etc. It’s not about me, it’s about them, it’s about balance. Maverick learned that it wasn’t just him ripping through the skies doing mach 3; it was about teamwork and fairness, and friendship. I always knew that, don’t get me wrong.My problem was I was either selfish or selfless: doing too much for self or not enough for self. I’m finding my footing.

Third Degree, so far, to me is finding new glasses. At first, it was like putting on 3 D specs and seeing the world as it should be for the first time and being amazed. Second, was taking off the glasses, and having to turn in and do the “nitty gritty” and clean the interior windows. At Third, I get a new pair of glasses: I can see in and out at the same time, and have to learn to balance the two.

I may not be there yet, but with the help of my wonderful HPS Lady Raven and my brothers and sisters in the Mists, I’m well on my way. :)

On Initiation

October 16th, 2009

My Sister Priestess in the Sacred Mists wrote a beautiful piece in her journal about the topic of Initiation.
Today, we welcomed several of our brothers and sisters into the Priest/esshood of the Sacred Mists, as they Initiated to the First Degree. I offer them the warmest of congratulations and welcome them into the Coven and the Service of the Lord and Lady with all my heart.

Naturally, this started me thinking about Initiation and what this means to me, and what this means to the larger Wiccan community.

I think that there is a need to stress the seriousness and importance of what Initiation is and what it means. It is not simply a ritual to welcome someone into a group like joining a sorority or fraternity. It isn’t just being accepted by a coven, or awknowledging the end of a period of study with a ritual. It’s not like a convocation, either. Initiation is nothing less than crossing a spiritual threshold, pulling back a veil and moving to the other side, with no ability to turn back. It is taking a Sacred Oath to the Gods and Goddesses, and to all of the Universe. It is an unending bond between you and your coven mates. It pledges loyalty to your Tradition and a serious decision to walk that Tradition with honor, joy, honesty, and sincerity.

My first Initiation was at Ostara 2002. I had been studying with a group called Circle of the Goddess (COTG) via distance for over two years. In a brave and brazen (and risky, “crazy” as some said) move, I flew alone to the United States, something I had never done before, to be Initiated by Priest/esses that I had never met in person but had studied with intently for some time. I was to stay at the home of my High Priest and Priestess (Who were also a married couple) in Santa Clara, California, somewhere I had never been.

To say that those first steps beyond the curtain to Initiation was life shattering, deeply moving, profoundly emotional and filled with joy and reverence would be understatements. I cannot and will not ever divulge the secret rites that I went through during those miraculous days, but suffice to say, I was transformed.

Time passed, the group disbanded, and I was left feeling adrift and like I had no spiritual compass anymore. I started an eclectic circle which did not last long. I tried being a solitary, but something felt missing. I even tried to go back to the Catholic Church of my youth, as I was feeling like I didn’t know who or what I was anymore.That didn’t work, and I found myself longing for more direction and for a place that I truly felt would be my spiritual home.

But part of me remembered who I was, and what I was called to. I practiced again as a solitary and searched for the right tradition. I finally found what was to be my true spiritual home one autumn some five or six years ago now; The College of the Sacred Mists.

As I have mentioned several times on this blog, the Sacred Mists is home to me like none other; from the moment I was exploring the College, I *knew* in my heart that I had found my spiritual home and family, and that I wanted to be a part of the Tradition when I was able. A year and a day followed, a time where I grew closer to the Sacred Mists family and my desire to Initiate grew stronger. I grew and flourished as a Dedicant of the Sacred Mists.

When Initiation was offered, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wanted to be a Priestess of the Sacred Mists. When I Initiated with several of my brothers and sisters of the Mists, it was the most pivotal experience spiritually for me; I had come home, I had drawn back the veil and seen the face of the Goddess, and felt honored, blessed, and deeply joyful to be a Priestess in this beautiful tradition.

I continued my study and service to the Tradition, and am now a Third Degree Dedicant. I know that when it is offered, my Second Degree Initiation will be an experience like none other. I take my responsibilities as a Priestess of the Sacred Mists very seriously, with reverence and awe. I see this as a calling to be a teacher, leader, and mentor to others. I’m honored to be accepted by and to be a part of this beautiful tradition that is truly my spiritual home and family.

As it says in one of my favorite quotes from “The Mists of Avalon”, which the title of this blog comes from;

“How do you write of the making of a priestess? What is not obvious is secret. Those who have walked that road will know, and those who have not will never know though I should write down all the forbidden things.”

Being a Priestess is something that you become and that you are. It is not a “job” where you turn out the lights, lock the door, and head home at the end of the day. You are a Priestess 24/7. Being a Priestess becomes as much a part of you as your backbone is. You are one that serves the Gods, that teaches and is a mentor to others. Most of all, you are one that has agreed to take on every experience in life. Phyllis Curott, a well-known Wiccan High Priestess and author, says in her book “Book of Shadows” that a shaman is like a wounded healer; you can’t learn to heal others until you’ve learned to heal yourself.

To me, this says that we will go through many trials. And I have, and will, and I have the knowledge that they are all sent to craft me to Her service. In the myth of the descent of Inanna, She has to get rid of all the external trappings that are important to her: clothing, jewels, and prestige, in order to become a Queen. So must we. Our spiritual studies mirror what unfolds in our lives, and vice versa..it is all connected. That is why it is such a serious and important decision to be Initiated; we will be changed forever, and there will be many joys but also many challenges.

I know that a Priestess is what I was born to be, what I have been created for. I remember a Priest at my first Initiation said; “With every step your feet kiss the Mother Earth. Make every step count.”

I shall try, for the honor and joy of the God and Goddess, and for the Sacred Mists Tradition that I love so dearly.

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Rest assured, I am not getting lazy…

September 27th, 2009

….I love my new Twitter account, but I’m not going to allow my two-second tweets to take over my blog. This week, I’ve just been very reflective and “inward” to the point where writing is difficult. But I shall try.

The veil is thinning the more we move towards Samhain. I can feel autumn coming all around me, and the physical signs are here; the other day when I went for a walk, the leaves were crunching under my feet, and were beautiful colors of gold and burnished auburn. The wind is starting to blow cooler, the night temperatures are dipping. We had a rare late summer here. I live on the Canadian prairies, so winter often comes very early here, with a brief fall in between. It’s never long enough for me. I’m a summer girl through and through, but I do love the fall; I love the colors, the wind, the falling leaves, sweaters, anything pumpkin..but it’s always over too quickly, and the winter snow sometimes is with us before Samhain (everyone here remembers at least one Halloween where their costume had to be worn over a snowsuit, and they are typically purchased to accomodate one.). So, the fall is brief.

But I think that, like all things in nature, there’s a lesson to be learned from this.

I remember when I had the good fortune to go to the Mayan Riviera in Mexico, one January years ago. Every day I was there, I kept thinking of how I had to make it last. How when I got home, it was going to be -30 Temps with snowbanks up to my hips. When I lay in a hammock on the most beautiful beach I’d ever seen, I was dreading the fact that in a couple more days I would be heading back home, back to university, my practicum and my part-time job. Back to stress. Back to “real life”.

The problem is that the whole time I wasn’t fully there. I was somewhere else. Instead of enjoying the moment, I kept thinking about what would happen when it ended.

Being someone that struggles with anxiety disorder, that is par for the course with the way my mind works. Or, rather, wants to work.

But am I at the mercy of that? No. Wicca has helped me to see that there are ways to change your thinking. Dion Fortune defined magick as the act of changing your consciousness at will. That’s where the magick starts; within our thinking. The law of attraction isn’t some fancy, new agey concept that will cost you hundreds, or even thousands, of dollars in books, CD’s, meditation tapes, and seminars; those things can help, but when you want to make real magick, you can start right now. Change your outlook, change your thinking..even if it’s one thought a day.

A fellow Priestess and dearfriend of mine taught me the following trick; be in the moment. Right in the moment. Don’t think even a second ahead. Just now.

Go ahead, try it. I’ll wait.

Not easy,is it? I try to do this at least once a day. Think only of NOW. That’s it. You’ll be surprised how your perception will shift. I’m going to keep trying, too; when I look at the changing leaves and feel the cold,crisp wind blowing, I’m going to think of autumn and not the winter to come. It may be brief, but it’s arguably approaching the most sacred time of year for Witches, when the veil is thinnest, when the living and the dead can almost touch hands , when time and space doesn’t exist…a time of such sensitivity that even the Muggles can feel it. I love Samhain, it’s my favorite sabbat and time of the year, and I’m going to try to enjoy that window in time, before it is frosted with ice and snow.

Namaste, be well!

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Expansion…

September 20th, 2009

..from my last post, as my brain does not appear to wish to be quiet at any point. I’m having the urge to write, and honoring it, as well as enjoying the free-flow of my thoughts into the written word, as it isn’t always so simple.

A little more thoughts on Descent and Mabon, as I dream out loud..

My dreams are becoming so very vivid lately that I’m not sleeping…I’m (astral) travelling. This time of year is very poignant for me and I can feel the veil thinning as surely as I can feel my pulse; it’s a fact, it’s just There. Summer weather is still here, which is very unusual for my corner of the planet, but SO welcome, especially as we had rotten summer weather for the majority of the actual summer months.

As always happens at Descent, memories as bittersweet as apple cider come back to me this year, and rip open wounds that haven’t entirely healed. I’m doing spiritual work both with the SOA (Gold Ray Quest) and with Sacred Mists in that I am preparing for the Journey into the Underworld that is this half of the Wheel. I can remember wondering last year when I’d EVER be done with the darned Underworld; my house of cards seemed to have crashed and burned and left me at Ground Zero several times; I realize that I NEVER will be.The Underworld and Descent are as necessary as Springtime and Emergence; they are all part of the larger Cycle, and need to exist in balance. It’s when we try to think of them as postive/negative or good/bad that we lose out (positive/negative in the good vs. bad sense, not the electrical charge…as in that case, pos/negative is accurate.); both forces are simply there. Necessary. Think of the attraction and repulsion that is in common, everyday magnets; we need both forces. They both make up the Universe. It’s when they fall out of Balance that we run into trouble. I see that now. My life, two years or so ago, was a carefully constructed, “pretty” house of cards. I feared the Underworld and tried to deny the shadow, and that caused things to shift out of balance, and leave me on my ass with nothing else but myself. But it was out of this that I carved out a new life, a more “real” one, and one that has blessed me in many different ways. I lost a lot of outer symbols of success, but gained a lot of inner ones, and a stronger compass and foundation to take me into the future. Those outer symbols can be built up and torn down easily. Look at the awesome and terrible power of a Hurricane or Tsunami: the richest and most beautiful buildings can be destroyed in a few seconds. But the power and strength that lies beneath them, in the earth, in human hearts and energy, stays there and grows.

Often, people seem to think of “bad” or negative things happening as “repayment” or as “punishment”. It’s not. It simply follows the rules of science. I’m a far cry from a scientist, but from my dimly recalled science lessons in high school, I know that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I know that everything seeks a balance, and we have to take away or add to it in order for the scales to be equal. That’s all it is: the Universe is simply taking away and adding in response to where we are in terms of balance.

I’m finding it difficult to ground these days. I feel like I’m in the realm of spirit all the time rather than the realm of earth. I know I have to find, in my own words, balance between the two. Right now, though, the astral realm and those within it are so close, I have literally reached out and touched them.

When certain memories still sting and twist and hurt, or flood me with emotions, I know that these are ones I need to work on. But at the same time, I think that they will always be there. I just have to try to remember that, really, I can’t complain because I volunteered; many of these things, besides the ones that were the direct fault of others (i.e. child abuse), happened out of imbalance, or wrongful timing, or that was what my long-ago soul decided to learn this trip around. Serendipity has also been a good friend; I’m reading and uncovering info that I need very easily these days.

Bodiily? I’m exhausted. My intensive spiritual work is knocking me cold physically. I know that I have to try to even the scales at some point, but for right now, as the veil thins, I will try to ground and to work within these energies, as they happen for a reason.

Indeed, once we have crossed the Threshold of Initiation we can never turn back again..and I wouldn’t trade what I have learned and am learning on this beautiful path known as Priestesshood for all of the sunny days in the world. It’s worth it.


All-dewy Sky-sailing Pregnant Moon
who shines for all
who flows through all
light of the world which is yourself
maiden mother crone
the weaver the green one

Seed sower, grain reborn
Antered One come!
Bright sun, Dark death,
Lord of winds, lord of the dance
sun-child, winter born king
Hanged one
Untamed, untamed!
Stag and stallion, goat and bull,
sailor of the last sea, guardian of the gate
lord of the two lands
ever-dying, ever-living, radiance


-Starhawk

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Just call me a Mellon-Collie…or don’t ;)

September 20th, 2009

The fall often does this to me. My mom explained it the best when she said that in the fall, it’s as if transperancies (as in, on the old-style overhead projectors) are placed upon our time and world now; transperancies of the past, far-reaching, and sometimes even of the future.

I can feel the veil thinning acutely. My dreams have been vivid, many of them “travelling” (astral) in which I wake up feeling like I haven’t slept at all. Shielding is an absolute must (I “invented” two new visualizations that came to me suddenly when sheilding: one, being in a transluscent, lusterous white oblong pearl that is hard to negativity and permeable to positivity, when I wish it, as even that can send me into sensory overload. The other one is being within a seed, a grain seed, that only splits when I wish it to.), and sometimes, I find myself feeling so incredibly sad it’s like my heart is literally breaking within me. Why? It’s not depression, or specific “sad things” happening. It’s hard to explain. It’s the time. I feel both joyful and excited, like a kid preparing for a Halloween party, and sedate and mournful, like a Priestess prepearing for a funeral rite. I suppose I really am both.

The past has been coming back to me in a real and sharp way. A picture, notes of a song, etc instantly plunge me into a memory. I heard “Ave Maria” today, and while it always is so beautiful it is mournful to me, it reminded me of a past lost, opportunity missed, and I felt my heart twist and my very soul cry.

Welcome to the world of an empath. I know that the pain of feeling etc is the counter-balance to being able to see and sense things others cannot, or rather, choose not to. It’s been like this since I was small, and has grown more and more the more I learn on my spiritual path. I learn both the tools of protecting myself and the real pain of “knowing”. That is partly why at Initiation, it is often said that it is “better to parish on the blade then to enter the circle unprepared”…if you are unprepared or flippiant about your path, the shadows could well eat you alive. It doesn’t mean “unprepared” in the sense that you have to know everything and understand all; quite the opposite. It means be prepared to step into the abyss and accept all that is there. You will have beauty and purpose beyond measure, but the balance of this is shadow and pain, as that is the essence of life and nature itself.

Some think the pain and shadow are “prices” to pay for having the good things. I used to think that way. I don’t anymore. I see them as simply a balance. In nature, we enjoy the beauty of the turning leaves, but they turn the tree barren and lifeless-looking and hearald the end of summer and the beginning of the autumn. The young laughing God has to grow old and wane in power, and finally die. But He has to do that to be reborn. So do all of us. There’s no “evil”, “karma”, or “price” in any of it..it simply Is. Light and Shadow, Pain and Laughter, Old and Young. None “better than the other”. Just..Is.

I wouldn’t trade being a Priestess for the world. I know that this is what I was born to, what I was meant to do. By being a Priestess, I choose to accept the pain and the light of living, and by sheer understanding, in moments of clarity, it makes both equally beautiful.

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To Keep Silent

August 19th, 2009

(originally published July 30/08)

I recieve these meditations daily at work, I find that they help me focus. They are availiable at www.whitebison.org, if you wish to check it out.
Today’s especially spoke to my heart. 
 

Elder’s Meditation of the Day – July 30

"You want to know who’s a real medicine man? He’s the one who doesn’t say ‘I’m a medicine man.’ He doesn’t ask you to come to him. You’ve got to go and ask him. And you’ll find he’s always there among his own people."

–Louis Farmer, ONONDAGA

The Medicine Man is a role model of what it is like to live in harmony and balance with the Creator. It takes a long time, a lot of sacrifice and discipline to become a Medicine Man. A Medicine Man is humble and never crass about anything. He knows he lives to do the will of the Great Spirit. He knows he is to help the people. He lives very low key – the more low key he lives, the more people seek him out – and such is life. The more one serves the people and is quiet about it, the more he is sought out. The quieter he is, the more powerful is his medicine.

Great Spirit, allow me this day to be humble. Allow me this day not to seek attention, but to live quietly and keep my focus and attention on serving You.

 

Learning the "…To Keep Silent" portion of Wicca has been and is a challenge for me, but I think it is a worthy one, especially when I see that "witch wars" and one up-manship in our community is far too common. .  I’m not leaving myself out of that equation, but that is one reason that I stepped back into the shadows of the local community. Too much gossip, heresay, backstabbing, etc. It can become toxic. People out to prove who is a "real" Witch and who isn’t rathar than worrying about their own spirituality. This is not meant towards anyone here, just a general commentary. I’m not good at sitting back and watching (as a Leo, we tend to want to take charge, and I seem to have the inborn desire and aptitude for leadership which is not entirely a bad thing at all, if tempered), but sitting back and observing the "community" from the bleachers rathar than the stage seemed to give me the insight I needed. I’m proud to serve my community as a Priestess, and actually found that since I’ve become "quieter" during my descent to the Second Degree, that people have more sought me out rathar than the other way around. I don’t hide it, just don’t offer too much information to everyone (see one of my previous posts , last week, about my thoughts on wiccan mysteries etc.) . Moving into what the brilliant Starhawk coined "dropped and open attention", observing the world around me from a centered point, has given me a differing perspective. Maybe some people don’t need to go through the Descent process when we move away from others for a time to find ourselves, but I did, and it has served me well. The Priestess-path is isolating, but there are beacons along the way.  I think that this Old Wisdom about the Medicine Man applies to us in Wicca, too. 

I’ve found that the people that
"proclaim" the loudest often dost protest too much..they are looking for attention for a reason. I’m not immune from that category, either. Silence and patience are twin virtues that are huge struggles for me. But, I think in a society (beyond wicca or witchcraft, meaning North American society as a whole) that largely values itself on who is loudest, who is most popular and "out there", there is something to be said for those who watch and sit and keep it all in balance, like the Medicine Man. I’ve been trying to apply this lesson at work. Normally, at a new job, I’m there like a dirty shirt and making myself known. A wise manager I once had told me that sometimes it’s best to come in quietly, observe, don’t rock the ecosystem and learn from what is around you. This isn’t being passive, it’s giving someone else’s space and ways of knowing respect.  Knowing when to speak and when to listen are still challenges for me, but I am learning. I’m learning to find the value and peace that is quietness, because quietness and silence are normally things that admittedly make me uncomfortable and I want to fill them up with words. It was actually a wise Jesuit (Catholic) priest that told me once that if we can’t be comfortable with ourselves in the Silence, then something within is wrong, because we hear all the truths in silence.  I read that Medicine people don’t belong to themselves, they belong to the people and that is why thier lives often don’t feel like their own (I read this in a brilliant book called "Stolen Life: the Journey of a Cree Woman" by Rudy Wiebe and Yvonne Johnson, truly an amazing story but very graphic and "real" , could be a trigger for many as it involves discussion of abuse.). I think too often society tells us to be out for our own glory, and those that quietly serve the community get lost in the sidelines. Or do they? I think of them as the "ritual keepers" (I can’t remember her term, but that is how I thought of it) that Starhawk described in one of her books (It was either "Twelve Wild Swans" or "Spiral Dance"..I think the former) , which is when a Priest/ess, normally veiled, is asked to sit just outside the ritual and to hold the energy of the Circle and to ensure that things are flowing smoothly. Traditional Aboriginal practices have this, too, at a Pow-Wow, called an "arena director"..this used to be an elder , normally a grandmother, that would sit and watch everything, and make sure that the protocol was being followed. This was seen as being as the Eagle, sitting from a vantage point and watching. I’ve learned a great deal from starting to immerse myself more in my Native culture. Traditionally, Native people didn’t make idle conversation or feel a need to. They only spoke if they had something to say.
 A lesson that I need to learn dearly. 
Well, that is my "deep thought" for the day. I hope that your day goes well.
Namaste, Ekosi,Meegwetch!!

 

Witchin’ Bitchin

August 19th, 2009

(originally written on Dec.1, 2008)

One of the things that disheartens me most about the Craft is the “Witch Wars” and nit-pickiness that seems to plague our numbers. I’m aware that this happens in every group, but I think that the Craft seems to, from my personal experience, have a special challenge in this regard.

Part of the reason is that we have no confirming, central hierarchy. For example, in Roman Catholicism (where there also is spirited debate), a well-versed RC can always check the official teachings of the Church, straight from the Pope, and while these can be debated, these are Catholic teachings according to dogma and tradition, so really these are the “final word” according to their faith. There is no “Wiccan Pope”, which I think is a good thing (can you imagine??), so therefore the teachings and traditions of Wicca, what makes a Wiccan Wiccan (can you say that ten times fast? ), are really and truly, open for discussion. The problem is that, some people cannot discuss this civilly, or get very hung up on the fact that their version of the Craft is the “right” version, and other people are deemed “fluffy bunnies” or just plain “wrong”. The conundrum is..in the Craft, unless someone is blatantly practicing against our rede and moral code and harming others or themselves, there really IS no “right version” by our very nature, that we are non-dogmatic. This leaves a lot of people scratching their heads and bickering, and admittedly, it puzzled me, too, on first entering the Craft. Especially as I came from a Roman Catholic environment, where it is clear what the teachings and beliefs of the Church are (although, individual mileage varies, as it does in any religion).

Generally, whether we are from a religious background or not, in mainstream North American society, our minds are trained to think in a somewhat linear, emperical fashion, no matter how liberal we may be in our thinking. We prove things through science. There is “hard evidence” for much of our reality. We have set societal norms and laws that are rooted in linear, patriarchal thought.

So, it is a big stretch for all of us (myself included) to wander out of that box and come to a way of thinking that is non-linear and encompassing that is the Craft. Trying to think of the Craft as another philosophy, in which there is a central confirming voice or example to compare everything by, is impossible, because it doesn’t work that way. It’s a practice and a religion that thinks differently. Islam, Christianity, and Judaism, while drastically different in teaching and practice from one another, have a common thread..they are rooted in the same tradition. Ours is not. We are shamanic, dynamic, non-dogmatic (I sound like I’m breaking into the chorus of “Greased Lightening!” , but I promise, I’m getting somewhere with this.), and non-linear. We don’t have holy writ, scripture, or an emperical type religion. Our true teachers are nature, the earth, the spirits. This type of “knowledge” cannot be tested with a yardstick or studied under a Bunson Burner. Yes, we do have traditions of Wicca, some more rigid than others, but none of these are deemed “better” or “more Wiccan” than others, although some might think them to be, by our very roots and nature..our true teacher is ourselves, and therefore, this makes our beliefs relative.

The reason I’m contemplating this, not for the first time, is my forays into open Wiccan online communities recently. I am remembering why I retreated. The rudeness, nastiness, back-stabbing and arrogance seems to be prominent. I’m trying not to sound judgemental here, but really..I am opinionated. I spoke up when I disagreed on the forum (Wiccans Together, I can’t provide the link at work. But so far, it’s striking me more as “Wiccans Bicker”;with a free-for-all death cage match for the masses to watch.), but I don’t think I was rude or lofty, I made an effort to be polite. But it seems that some Wiccans or Pagans seem to feel that our “Do what thou wilt” code and independent spirit (both GOOD things) give absolute license to be rude and nasty to all and sundry, to brag about one’s own achievements (one person went on about how they “personally know” someone that knew Gerald Gardner, and therefore incinuated that they have the “straight goods” on his life. . Gasp! Well, color me impressed..I guess that MUST make them right then. Whoops. Here biographers have been arguing about this for fifty years, but Joe Schmoe on a website has all the information! Start the presses!!! Not only is this information next to impossible to confirm, but that doesn’t make his information or stance any more “right”. Because there is no “one true and right way” in Wicca. Gardner himself admitted to forming his Tradition from a variety of sources that went before him; The OTO, Crowley, Estoric texts, etc etc. And Gardner was a human. So was Alex Sanders, and Aleister Crowley, and so is Starhawk. All may have wisdom, but they are not the “Grand Pooh-Bahs” of Wicca or Paganism. Gardner might be the “Grandfather” of the modern Craft movement, but this doesn’t mean that he didn’t mess up. It doesn’t mean that some of his teachings don’t need to be scrapped and restarted, or can’t be. We’ve come a long way, baby, since the 1950′s. That doesn’t mean we should chuck out the proverbial baby with the proverbial bathwater, but insisting that Craft is only Craft when it is “Gardner stamped” is ridiculous, in my mind. Then the innumerable Wiccans and Pagans across the world that practice differently must all be wrong, and this religion is far more dogmatic than I thought.

Using this person’s “logic”, then the only Crafters that are getting it right are Gardnerians. And even then, this is going back fifty years. I doubt things stayed stagnant and marched on in an unswerving line for those fifty years. In fact, I know they didn’t, and history backs my claim. (although I don’t “personally know” anyone that knows Gardner, so I could be wrong…sorry.). Maybe my bickering here comes across as hypocritical in light of how I feel that Crafters are just too nasty and back stabbing in many cases, but this is a vent. This is only a vent. Had it been a real post and repsonse on a forum, I would and have been much more polite. ;) . I need to blow off steam, and realize the pure irony of this post.

Then, always comes the question, “Well, what makes Wicca, Wicca, then, if it is so loosey-goosey and “do your own thing”"? This question was posed to me by my mother after I first became interested in the Craft, over ten years ago. It left me tongue-tied because, at the time, I couldn’t really answer it. She said it sounded odd that someone could just call themselves “Wiccan”, technically, yet really have a hodge-podge of whatever beliefs they wanted, because no one would confirm or deny them.

There are commonalities. Such as the Rede, The Threefold law, the observance of Sabbats and Esbats, etc. But these milages also very. A prominent HPS and teacher, Phyllis Curott, for example, does not believe in the Threefold law. Some Wiccans do not observe all the sabbats.

I think until we have the Church and Pope of Wicca (in which case, run for the hills, Ma Barker, because I can just imagine what that would look like!) We can speak to what our commonalities are as Wiccans (in general) and what Wicca is to us, but there will always be someone that disagrees. And by our very nature, this has to be okay, otherwise we’re going against the very grain of our foundations, which are non-dogmatic. I think that is largely what defines the Craft. We have no dogma. We have beliefs, but these are up for debate and discussion.

Unfortunately, it seems that many people have not yet learned to put on thier “listening ears” and “polite voice” on online forums. Or in person. I stopped going to many local public events because they felt more like gossip fares or Witch n’Bitches and ceased to be about the Goddess and God for me. I would leave feeling disgruntled and disoriented. That said, I have Wiccan and Pagan friends in the city I dearly love (and yes, you are the ones on my LJ!!!), and yep, sometimes we disagree with eachother. But I deeply respect their viewpoints . I may not practice or agree with them, but I respect them, and I try to show that. I have, on occasion, inserted my foot firmly into my mouth and said something deemed insulting, as we all have, but I try not to make that a regular practice.

Another stitchy-bitch…The rampant hatred of Christians that seems to be plaguing many Pagan and Wiccan communities. I was a moderator of a very popular and large Wiccan website ( Celtic Connection) in the mid-nineties. I often chuckled at how people on there complained about being persecuted and misunderstood by our Christian friends, then would have the audacity to completely trash and belittle the Christian religion. Sometimes, this came out of hurt..for example, many had come to the Pagan/Wiccan religion from having really bad and even abusive encounters with the Christian church. I “get” that. But painting the whole religion with one brush and feeding the Christians to the lions (metaphorically, I hope), they were doing the exact same thing that they were accusing others of doing to them! Or, the insistance that Wicca was somehow “better” than the Christian religion and calling Christians fools or idiots or “sheep” for what they believe. NO, NO, NO. Sure, there are some blind followers in Christianity..but there are also many in Paganism or Wicca. Christianity is every bit as valid and every bit as beautiful as Wicca is. The paths are just not for everybody. If people stay in that little dark corner of the “We hate Christians” club, they don’t make peace with others, or themselves, and are just propagating the myth that Wiccans are bad, nasty people that hate Christians. I know when I first encountered Wiccans online and was still clinging to a lot of my vestal Christianity (or , more properly, seeking the path for me.), I was appalled at the sheer nastiness towards Christians and it made me wonder if maybe all of the “preacher characters” I’d heard WERE right, that this path was evil because they seemed to hate Christ and Christians so much. Thankfully, I met other Wiccans that were nothing like this and set me straight, but it was very interesting to get that perspective straight off. Also, the belief that we Wiccans are somehow more “Speshal” or “Smrt” than other religions bugs the heck out of me. Some of the most brilliant minds in the world are/were Christian..CS Lewis, GK Chesterton, JRR Tolkein, for example. Christians aren’t all money-grubbing evangelists driving around in cadillacs, or backwoods hillbillies that “don’t know better”. I was raised in a Jesuit Catholic Church by some of the most intellectual elites I’ve ever met to date. You could disagree with a Jesuit (if you wanted a spirited arguement!) but you couldn’t call them “Stupid” or “Hicks” by a long shot. The same way we are not all “Wanda the Wacky Witch” stereotypes, waltzing about town in walking Witchy stereotype, nor are Christians. To get respect, you have to dish it out, too. This doesn’t mean I respect everyone that is a Christian. Far from it. I have serious issues with the likes of Falwell, Buchanan, or Hinn. But so do many Christians. What I’m saying is a generalized respect has to be there if we are ever going to get anywhere. This is how wars start. Intolerance, Rumors,Prejudice…think of the Witch hunts. Not really much different, at the base level.

This all brings me to a positive note. I am amazed, given all of the nastiness that often floats on online forums (Wiccan and non-Wiccan, sectarian and otherwise. Put a computer in front of people and it seems they think that that gives them the license to be as rude as they please, in many cases). , that my coven and tradiiton, which is primarily online, is so overwhelmingly positive. I’m not saying it’s “better” than anyone else’s, so no ruffled feathers, please. I’m just amazed that our flare-ups and arguements have been kept to a bare minimum. I see that as through the sheer effort of our High Priestess and Student Council to try to make our environment as positive as possible. And they do! That’s the amazing thing. It IS possible to have a friendly environment and to have people that have differences of opinion. We are an eclectic tradition, so we have many people from many different backgrounds and beliefs. Our community is also an online College, so not everyone is part of the tradition but may be there for the learning opportunity. And seriously…it is one of the most positive environments I’ve ever experienced. I’ve seen this in real life with my dear Wiccan friends, too. We often disagree, but can be civil about it. I’m not saying we all need to be passive, smiling drones who agree with one another (creepy…shades of Stepford), but we can learn to debate and have differences of opinion in a civilized manner.

I think that if there was to be a downfall of the Craft (and there won’t be, or at least, it is highly unlikely), it would likely be caused by..ourselves. Our own bickering and in fighting and back stabbing. It needs to stop. Wiccans and Witches are progressive and dynamic and different, and there is room on the Goddess’s lap for all kinds of children.

It’s time to wake up and get that. and that’s Priestess Yemaya’s sermon for the day. ;)

(((dusts self off, steps down from soapbox..))