Cynthia

Jeshua: Beloved beautiful one, how are you in this evening?

Cynthia: I’m great. Nice to see you (It is good to be seen this way) Well, it’s funny. As the mic was getting closer, I was feeling more and more nervous. And it’s funny because I haven’t been thinking about a question that I needed to ask or anything, and it kind of just hit me this afternoon…but it involves revealing a bit more of myself than I’m sometimes comfortable doing. So I’ve been there, done that in a whole different way this lifetime. I’ve picked some huge challenges and I think arrived here with a lot of that baggage and a lot of the fear and negative messages. And I don’t know why I chose to do it this way, but I know now that I did, and I tried to kill a lot of that pain with some drugs and alcohol. And I’ve spent many, many years recovering from the damage that that did as well, because it heaped on more and more baggage (Of course) And for what it’s worth, I celebrated twelve years of sobriety on Monday (Congratulations) so it’s been a really special week for me (Very good) Thank you. But it’s been a very interesting road doing this, and now that I’ve said that truth, I feel so much better (Very good) One of the people who has been really a touchstone for me in my recovery has been Mary Magdalene, because our society determined that she was a fallen woman and that she was redeemed by yourself from those things. Now, I don’t really believe she was a fallen woman and I don’t really believe she did a darn thing wrong. It’s just how we chose…

This is the Full Moon of the Guru: Guru Purnima. A night dedicated to thanking all our teachers, in every walk of life. An Aquarius Full Moon asks us to especially honor unique and revolutionary teachers: those who vision far out beyond the rest of us. Those dedicated to upliftment, freedom, utopianism and humanitarianism.

Aquarius rules the global community and also the global nervous system. Our global community has become pathological in its need to cling to aggression as the only tool to get, maintain, or defend power. It seems we have condoned losing touch with our basic humanity in name of security. This is Saturn winding up its last month in Leo; diligently making it clear that power in the hands of those with little compassion, narrow vision, and a mindless attachment to hatred and victimology, brings only massive death and destruction. I am beyond disbelief at this point with the senseless violence on all sides of every conflict.

Continued at  http://www.astrowisdom.com/thisfullmoon.htm

From Pagan Godspel

Greetings, Pagani, from the clover-rich fields of the not-so-wild midwest! The hills are heavy with sweetness, and the sky blushes weekly with steel gray clouds that shatter in the night. Roasted sweet corn is the hallmark of this season here, delicious even as its industrial cousins, bred not for delight but for fattening feedlot cattle for inhumane slaughter or producing industrial “food” products, rustle bright with fireflies and despair at dusk. Lammas is nigh.

And as my thoughts turn to the mysteries of bread and feast, community and play and work, they turn also to ponderings on the nature of sacrifice. Lammas is, after all, in addition to all those wonderful other things, a feast of sacrifice. The grain is cut and threshed – John Barleycorn must die to feed the people. We pause in our playing and in the glory of the first harvest to think heavy thoughts about the fall of the Beloved*, to wonder at the sacrament of death and service, of what we might also give in our eternal exchange with the Mama, the Powers and the Spirits. On what we make sacred in our actions and our words.

http://gospelpagan.wordpress.com/2007/07/25/to-make-sacred-the-summer-night/

Just like Christmas when you’re ten, you wait almost a year for it to come and then suddenly it’s over. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I think FaerieWorlds has to be the only fair I could be really comfortable attending. Was it the fact that there weren’t hoards of people? Was it that it felt like the 70’s all over again? Was it the cool vendors? Was it the people watching? Yes, yes, yes, and yes.

What a trip. The weather on the drive down from Seattle to Eugene had us a bit worried. Downpours galore, cats n dogs, drenching rain, can’t see the road rain. And it wasn’t cool. It was extra warm and muggy. Sweat running like rain. Gah. We did all we could do to think positively. And were rewarded with a dry spell that lasted the length of the fair.

Our campground was very nice although the praying at every meal Christians next door to us must have been horrified by the deluge of heathens and pagans and strange beings. We managed to co-exist any way. There were lots of trees, flush toilets, and showers. Not the kind of camping I grew up with but considering how my tastes have changed as I advance in age, I was totally okay with that. There was even electricity and the folks who knew about it in advance brought fairy lights to decorate their encampments. It was beautiful and much appreciated.

The fair itself was just like days of old. Hippies, weirdoes, Goths, faeries, trees, griffins, satyrs, greenmen, the whole gamut. It was awesome. Met some very nice folks, some of whom I think were angels who gave myself and several others the opportunities to be kind to strangers. I’m convinced that the older dude in the rainbow robe and hat with the walking staff and twinkley blue eyes was one of them. And the beautiful woman with cerebral palsy.

Sitting there in my chair under the giant old maple tree, listening to the music, hugging Patrick, stitching on my Wheel of the Year, people watching I felt a wonderful peace and hope for the world. At least I know that these people want something higher for this world and its people. There was no bad energy anywhere. Rainbows and glitter and kites and and and… Faerieworlds indeed.

We ate the best pulled pork sandwiches I have EVER had, as well as Patrick’s first Funnel Cake, lots of water, Pad Thai, and ice cream. Vendors selling cool stuff everywhere. I only had so much money (which was good) and it was easy to see what I wanted to purchase but I could have easily spent a small fortune on some really beautiful hand crafted things.

What I did buy were some nice prints of some artwork that really spoke to me, a driftwood and ceramic wind chime for my Mom’s belated birthday present, a lovely new ceramic mug with black hills, a midnight sky, and a full moon. The woman who made it also sold me a lovely wall plaque altar thing. It is ceramic, glazed with a lovely purpley blue. There are two small shelves for tea lights and bits of stuff. The back of the plaque is a cut out with a mirror behind, Goddess dancing under the stars.

Patrick found the thing of his dreams, the most awesomest unicorn mask ever with a flowing mane and a golden horn. Just gorgeous.

I really had had enough of the heat and the bugs and had seen enough people by Sunday afternoon. Patrick , the love, drove me back to our campsite and returned to the fair. I took a lovely nap as our tent was in the shade (Not like in the SCA where you bake in the afternoons in a modern tent). I got up and snacked a bit, organized my stuff, took stock, and read until the light failed. It was so nice to just hang and be quiet. I fell asleep waiting for everyone to get back from the fair and after having some s’mores with them, went back to sleep. And actually slept again. Heaven.

We came home tired from the heat, the fun, the food, filled up with love and sparkles. Already thinking of next year. Mom adores her prezzie, a driftwood, beaded, ceramic (with herbs pressed into the clay) windchime. Knew she would. My Goddess altar is hung in the kitchen. I didn’t know she went there until we got home. And it is temporary because I really think that this new hanging altar is for my body work that I’m doing. Getting to know my body again, love it again, remember that it is my only temple. So at some point the She Altar will probably move to someplace not so bustley.

I slept like a log all three nights no problem, which never happens camping. And last night I slept the sleep of the happily weary.

Faerie blessings!

Just like Christmas when you’re ten, you wait almost a year for it to come and then suddenly it’s over. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I think FaerieWorlds has to be the only fair I could be really comfortable attending. Was it the fact that there weren’t hoards of people? Was it that it felt like the 70’s all over again? Was it the cool vendors? Was it the people watching? Yes, yes, yes, and yes.

What a trip. The weather on the drive down from Seattle to Eugene had us a bit worried. Downpours galore, cats n dogs, drenching rain, can’t see the road rain. And it wasn’t cool. It was extra warm and muggy. Sweat running like rain. Gah. We did all we could do to think positively. And were rewarded with a dry spell that lasted the length of the fair.

Our campground was very nice although the praying at every meal Christians next door to us must have been horrified by the deluge of heathens and pagans and strange beings. We managed to co-exist any way. There were lots of trees, flush toilets, and showers. Not the kind of camping I grew up with but considering how my tastes have changed as I advance in age, I was totally okay with that. There was even electricity and the folks who knew about it in advance brought fairy lights to decorate their encampments. It was beautiful and much appreciated.

The fair itself was just like days of old. Hippies, weirdoes, Goths, faeries, trees, griffins, satyrs, greenmen, the whole gamut. It was awesome. Met some very nice folks, some of whom I think were angels who gave myself and several others the opportunities to be kind to strangers. I’m convinced that the older dude in the rainbow robe and hat with the walking staff and twinkley blue eyes was one of them. And the beautiful woman with cerebral palsy.

Sitting there in my chair under the giant old maple tree, listening to the music, hugging The Ex, stitching on my Wheel of the Year, people watching I felt a wonderful peace and hope for the world. At least I know that these people want something higher for this world and its people. There was no bad energy anywhere. Rainbows and glitter and kites and and and… Faerieworlds indeed.

We ate the best pulled pork sandwiches I have EVER had, as well as The Ex’s first Funnel Cake, lots of water, Pad Thai, and ice cream. Vendors selling cool stuff everywhere. I only had so much money (which was good) and it was easy to see what I wanted to purchase but I could have easily spent a small fortune on some really beautiful hand crafted things.

What I did buy were some nice prints of some artwork that really spoke to me, a driftwood and ceramic wind chime for my Mom’s belated birthday present, a lovely new ceramic mug with black hills, a midnight sky, and a full moon. The woman who made it also sold me a lovely wall plaque altar thing. It is ceramic, glazed with a lovely purpley blue. There are two small shelves for tea lights and bits of stuff. The back of the plaque is a cut out with a mirror behind, Goddess dancing under the stars.

The Ex found the thing of his dreams, the most awesomest unicorn mask ever with a flowing mane and a golden horn. Just gorgeous.

I really had had enough of the heat and the bugs and had seen enough people by Sunday afternoon. The Ex , the love, drove me back to our campsite and returned to the fair. I took a lovely nap as our tent was in the shade (Not like in the SCA where you bake in the afternoons in a modern tent). I got up and snacked a bit, organized my stuff, took stock, and read until the light failed. It was so nice to just hang and be quiet. I fell asleep waiting for everyone to get back from the fair and after having some s’mores with them, went back to sleep. And actually slept again. Heaven.

We came home tired from the heat, the fun, the food, filled up with love and sparkles. Already thinking of next year. Mom adores her prezzie, a driftwood, beaded, ceramic (with herbs pressed into the clay) windchime. Knew she would. My Goddess altar is hung in the kitchen. I didn’t know she went there until we got home. And it is temporary because I really think that this new hanging altar is for my body work that I’m doing. Getting to know my body again, love it again, remember that it is my only temple. So at some point the She Altar will probably move to someplace not so bustley.

I slept like a log all three nights no problem, which never happens camping. And last night I slept the sleep of the happily weary.

Faerie blessings!