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I’ve been a hermit this past winter. In my cave of an art studio, I’ve been creating and allowing the pieces of my self to come out into form. I recently have made a new blog that highlights just this and I wanted to let my past readers know that I haven’t disappeared- I’ve just transformed.

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Brightest Blessings and Enjoy the Spring!!

Hail and Farewell

I’m not sure why, but the Spirit within has wanted me to stop writing on here. What happens now needs to be between my Gods and me. I have already stopped writing so much and I thought I owed it to everybody to have one more post before I go.

Spiritually, I have stepped through a door and it is dark. I’m not sure what lies ahead. I’ve never felt like this before but I must keep listening intuitively and thinking with my heart. I suppose I did not eventually feel connected to my own practice when I felt like I wanted to take pictures all the time to share on here. I suppose that my poems, once between me and the Goddess, I started to look at too much to see what I could share. Sometimes, we over-extend ourselves in trying to spread out little pieces of our souls in hopes of helping others. I want to take the ego out of my intentions, too.

What I am supposed to be doing: Singing alone and to others. Painting alone and for others. Counseling myself and for others. Feeding myself and for others. But I need to take back my writing and my magick, for the time being and be alone with it. It needs to stay in solitude. It needs to be humbled and dynamic. It needs to be my own secret. It is the womb of my own creativity and the womb is dark like the black soil that supports all new growth.

If you have ever read my blog and was in anyway inspired- I am so glad. If you have ever liked or commented- I am so appreciative. I am also thankful to my husband, who supports every journey I partake in. Talking to the outside world has been good for me. Growing up in a family of hermits I did not know how to stretch myself into opening up to the world. Writing this blog has been a wonderful adventure that has helped baby-step me into performing on stage and connecting with people from all over the world. So thank you- thank you for being a part of this experience. Maybe someday, when I’m an old woman who has already experienced what the world has to offer and the Spirits tell me I’m ready- I will be back. But for now, I welcome simplicity,  I welcome the light of true fire to warm me. Let my thoughts be my own.

Brightest Blessings, Cicada

Awesome post about our relationship with the gods…

Magick From Scratch

I’m sure we can all think of someone, perhaps on a mailing list, perhaps in a coven, maybe even in our circle of friends, who has some truly absurd belief about their place among the gods. They think they are the last, the only, or truly the best in some regard, or even an incarnate deity, and everyone around them has just run out of face palm.

I’ve heard it said that these people are just looking for attention, but after this past couple of months, I no longer think so.

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I have been excitingly excited over my summer thus far…. thus the unicorn picture of Tulie (lindsey) is deserving of the top spot.  Lughnasadh night was a wonderful time to relax by bonfire with my sabbatt sisters under the stars playing drums and dreaming of underworld animals… but first that day was filled with:

Meandering our way through city streets:

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Our new band, Moon Folk, playing for the runners of a race:

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Cooking up harvest foods:

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Playing marco-polo in cornfields:

Honoring our own personal harvests and blessing our current crops in ritual:

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And finally! We get to relax by the fire:

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My July’s Full Moon:

via Altar of Love.

I recently had a dream that I visited an old sage and he had what appeared to be devil statues around his house. He honored them so deeply that they began to move on their own accord. I was not scared, but instead in a state of wonder. Why did this wise man have these statues? This was one entity I did not want to work with. And then I found a small white horn among this man’s gardens. I filled it with water and began feeding a Ganesha statue. I went inside and felt like feeding the devil statues. They drank and were surprised at my intent to give love to that I did not completely trust or understand. But that is what my duty is in life- to give love without conditions. Then one began to speak and we had conversations on how he is that which is wild, he represents nature which is neither black or white in ethics.

And then the next day, in my waking life, I came across something that I never thought I would again. When I was a teenager someone tried to kidnap me, twice. I mean these two instances were so extreme that I was seriously lucky to have gotten away. I’ve been suffering from some flash backs of those moments as an adult but I never knew who he was. All I knew was a car and a face. Well, the day after I had the devil dream I was driving around a small town that I used to live by and I saw the car. The same tiny, old, yellow car with Grateful dead stickers and a fake cop light. My heart skipped and I couldn’t believe that after all these years I had a chance to find out who it was- granted the original person never sold this car. I parked my car away from the house and walked around the block to the car to get a better look. The car was parked next to a beat up house and out came a man who began yelling at his dog. I couldn’t believe it- this man look like the man I had seen as a teenager, just aged about 15 years. I wrote down the license plate and address and walked back to my car, trying not to faint. As I drove away the man drove by in his yellow car, as if the universe wanted to doubly make sure I got my confirmation.

I don’t know what I am going to do with this information (it’s much too late to report anything- although I do worry about other kids in the area, but I can’t be 100% sure after 15 years), but I am really glad that the mystery of who this guy was is solved in my mind. There have been many, many people in my life who have done me wrongly. After a while I had eventually forgiven them all. I had found a way to feel compassion for them, even if I chose to no longer have them in my life. But this guy, remained unforgivable in my mind until I saw him again and saw how weak he really was. It is humans who take advantage of the primal powers of nature. Humans are the ones who drain the earth of her blood-oil, who take more gold then they need, who try to dominate the Earth and her creatures, who have weakened hearts that give in to addictions of the body and mind. We have forgotten that we are apart of Nature. We give into addictions because we like to be reminded of the primal powers within us. Some of us have forgotten that we can make wild animal love without alcohol or drift into a mind altering trance without drugs. Some of us have forgotten how to genuinely give and receive love unconditionally. In placing the ideas of evil outside of ourselves onto Nature we have separated ourselves from Nature and have become weakened and ignorant of what our true natures are and how we fit into all of creation. Thus how the old nature gods of paganism became the devil for the religions of new.

And today I come across this lovely song by chance, reminding me of what I have learned:

Lyrics:

Early one morning, around the first of May,
A man in black came walking, into a woodland glade,
Following the sounds of pipes on this beautiful Spring day,
High on the music that they made.
But what beheld him within that place?
A look of recognition fell across his face,
“Lucifer, oh Lucifer, why do you appear to me?
For I am a man of God, a priest.

(Chorus)
I’m no devil I’m Father to the land,
I have lived here since the Earth began,
Neither black nor white,
Priest hear what I say,
I’m green and grey.

The priest said, “Lucifer, Lucifer you lie so well,
I will pray unto my God, go back to the fires of Hell!
You fell from Heaven, and you fell from Grace.
You want dominion over this place.”
The Piper smiled, and to the priest he said,
“I was Lord of Animals, the Wild Hunt I led,
Until your God came here and with his jealous hand,
It was he who wanted dominion over this land.

The priest said, “All evil comes from your hand.”
The Piper said, “If evil is, it lies in the hearts of Man.”
“But you lead us, oh you tempt us, to rape, to steal, to kill!”
The Piper said, “Whatever happened to free will?”
Then the Grove lay empty, the priest told no one.
The blossom lay upon the thorn, the Piper’s tune was done.
And in the sunlit forest, the animals they bowed,
As the Piper lay his Goddess down.

-Written by Damh the Bard

Hey everyone who reads my blog! I’ve got exciting news to share with you… After years of songwriting, trance chanting, child lullabying, melody dreaming and noise making I am finally part of a band with my two friends JJ and Tulie (Lindsey)!

We are Moon Folk.  (<<<Facebook page)

And we are beginning to post up YouTube Videos, too! We’ve started to put up chants first and when we get through all of those we will post up our songs, too.

Here is one:

(I’m the one wearing white).

I’ve been so busy rerecording my songs to send to people I know, getting band practices going (still hoping to find someone who knows how to play an instrument other then the drum), finding hidden beach side drum circles, chasing my kiddies around, wading in cold streams and meditating the summer away in my hammock that I’m losing track of the days. I hope you all are having a blessed summer, too!

Last Thursday my friends and I were requested to spiritually clean someone’s house. A house can have disruptive energy for a variety of reasons: unwelcome spirits attracted there by a family’s disharmony, residual energy left over from earlier residents, displeased land spirits, and so on and so on.

My friends and I have been doing spirit work for 17 years but we have never cleansed a whole building on such a large scale before… so it was a wonderful experience to learn how to tackle multiple things at once. The owners of the house complained of projects being constantly put on hold or things happening where they would have to start all over again in house construction (they were trying to redo some of the house to get it ready to sell these last few months). Their children were also experiencing frightening visions, manifestations and feelings from unwelcome supernatural activity.

We cleansed the house in three steps: First we did a walk through of the entire house with our psychic “feelers”. This brought an array of heavy emotions and thoughts as we went from room to room. There were specific spots that felt more extreme then others. Second, we set up an area to communicate. This is something that we have had extensive experience in and have developed naturally and intuitively over the years (I still have yet to read a book on how others say I should do it… but I am not necessarily suggesting this as we have also learned the hard way of what not to do!). We met with skull faced tricksters and departed family members. We received messages of past owners and intuitive insights into the current family dynamics.

Finally, it was time to put to action the cleanse. From room to room we walked, blessing each room with purifying palo santo smoke, sacred moon water, sage smudge and loving words to the house. A Hecate altar was set up in the cellar, seemingly the source for the house’s oldest disruptive spirit activity. (The house was over 100 years old). A white mist began to swirl around our altar and after a few minutes you could feel a wonderful shift. Each level of the house was dealt with differently depending on what kind of energy we felt there. Healing energy was sent into certain residual energy spots that whispered a memory of abuse from previous owners. The family and the house were both blessed as we called in our own guides and deities we work with.

Once the whole house resonated with a lighter vibration we pushed out any other un-welcomed harmful guests by a specific energy bubble technique and had the mother of the house set the boundaries. Any spirit activity that was not harmful was allowed through, but everything else was pushed out. Positivity was put into motion and the family was very pleased.

After these past days the family has reported a dramatic shift in how they feel when in the house. The house has not been on the market yet to sell, but already over the weekend they had an offer when they were not even trying yet to sell it! The family knows that they need to continue the positivity set into motion and I hope the very best for them all! I didn’t take any pictures as sometimes the camera can be seen as disruptive by some spirits.

We are the Ancients

There are beings across the hills

who speak their names through streaming swills:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

They walk the clouds with their drums

of solid misty darkened hums:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

It humbles men to hear their call

a sound loud enough to make us fall:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

A story swept away by centuries

all listen between hoof and wing:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

Storm song raging in the west

we huddle closely in our nest:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

Primal blood of the sky

we honor the ancient thunder cry:

“Remember, Remember

We are the Ancients

We are the Ancients.

– Bonnie Waller (Cicada)

singing and drumming in front of around 500 people or so.. no biggie

This summer solstice the family and I traveled to PSG for a week long adventure in pagan community, music, celebration, ritual and camping hosted by Circle Sanctuary. It was my 5th time attending and once again I found that a great love and understanding permeated every interaction that I came across. The first time I attended, I lost my phone card and someone tracked me down just to give it to me again. I can leave a folding chair anywhere for a whole day and not worry about someone taking it (very different from my own front yard!).

Besides a great deal of trust that flows throughout the festival, it is wonderful to see how our pagan community really works. Activists, musicians and pagan leaders are accessible (I chatted with activist Patrick McCollum, author Loren Cruden, musician Arthur Hinds, some members of Spiral Rhythm, pagan leader Selena Fox and the editor of Circle Magazine,  for example). Also, if you, yourself has a special talent, you are encouraged to make a contribution. No where will you find more of a safe and supportive environment to let your talents shine. Last year I attended a chant circle and shared some of my own original chants. I received such a strong, positive feedback that this year many were looking out for me specifically to hear more of my songs! A few even sang some of my chants back to me and told me that they had been sharing it with others all year!!

This year I found the courage within me to sing an original song on-stage at the talent show (probably around 500 people in the audience). That’s us in the picture!! This is only the second time I have sang on stage (the first was when I sang the Cranberries song, Zombie for a neighborhood block party). My two friends JJ and Tulie got up there with me to accompany me with their voices part of the time and a djembe and a rattle and we rocked!!! So much so, we are deciding to start a band!!! Youtube videos are shortly in my future so that others can use my chants if they wish and I’m sure my friends will be joining me singing a few of them. Side note: if you are close to the Quad Cities Illinois area, can play an instrument and are wanting to take part- LET ME KNOW!!!

I feel so blessed to be part of this amazing community. As Pagans and Wiccans, we are all making history as we are some of the first generations to be part of this growing earth-based religion!