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Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
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11:42 am
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the real woman's
intuition
one little chance to try again
one little bird girl
woman
its a wonder
to soar
the whole world knows my name
it's written in the stars
i'll see it by and by
“Real love hurts,
real love makes you totally open and vulnerable,
real love will take you far behind yourself,
and therefore
real love will devastate you,
if love does not shatter you,
you will not know love.”
--unknown
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| Thursday, February 7th, 2008
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8:47 am
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so the wheel of trust turns
earth the air the fire the water
i remember to use what i need.
to cleanse with the water
connect with fire of my soul
soleil sol sunny sue
the earth is my groundedness
buffalo brothers. oh so gentle
are my fingers, oh my touch
gently do i do.
chakra alignment and carnelian dragons
bring me a will to live
a cave, with orange walls representing
the will
my solar plexus my connection source.
sunlight and love and light.
sweeet spanish soothing songs for the she is me
i am the she
goddess
woman
keeper
of dreams, of earth records songs and wisdom.
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| Friday, January 25th, 2008
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6:59 pm
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this is my little abode in maui, with the mother maui of the winds
in the garden
i am FRee
where the faeries dance amongst the leaves
i am wholly free.
my love. mother maui.
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| Sunday, January 6th, 2008
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1:41 am
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Heal the Earth
The girl in "Heal the Earth" has sent healing energy into the crystals that she plants in the earth. This energy is sent through concentration and love. She is surrounded by spirits representing the four elements. A Sylph or fairy of the air hovers in great interest over her right shoulder. A fish-tailed Nymph from a nearby pond brings water as a symbol of healing and love. An earth Gnome rests comfortably near the spade used to gently part the soil. A nearby Salamander supplies energy. Salamanders were considered fire spirits due to the fact that in ancient times they would hide in logs, and appear scampering away when the fire was lit.
"I call upon the Universal Power that flows through everything.
My Earth, my Mother is in need, I bring to her this healing deed.
By warming sun and cooling breeze,
To ancient mountains, towering trees,
To mysterious oceans pulled by the moon,
To fertile soil from which life blooms.
I send to her loving energy, healing power, so mote it be!"
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1:28 am - Moon Ritual Post
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Perform this at night, in the view of the Moon if possible. It is appropriate for crescents, white flowers, silver and other lunar symbols to be present on the altar for this ritual. The quartz crystal sphere can be placed on the altar as well.
Or, if you prefer, use the cauldron (or a small white or silver bowl) filled with water. Place a piece of silver into the water.
Arrange the altar, light the candles and censer, and cast the Circle of Stones.
Stand beforethe altar andinvoke the Goddess and God, with the Blessing Chant and/or any other invocations.
Now gaze at the Moon, if possible. Feel its energies sinking into your body. Feel its cool Goddess energy wash you with power and love.
Now say these or similar words:
Wondrous Lady of the Moon
You who greets the dark with silvered kisses
Mistress of the night and all magicks,
who rides the clouds in blackened skies
and spills light upon cold Earth.
Oh Lunar Goddess
Crescent one
Shadow maker and shadow breaker,
Revealer of mysteries past and present,
Puller of seas and ruler of women
All-wise Lunar Mother
I greet your celestial jewel
at the waxing of its powers
with a rite in Your honor
I prey by the moon
I prey by the moon
I prey by the moon
Continue chanting "I pray bythe Moon" for as long as you will.
Visualize the Goddess if you so desire, perhaps as a tall, robust woman wearing silver jewelry and white, rippling, draped clothing. A crescent Moon may rest upon Her brow, or She may toss a glowing silvery white orb in Her hands. She treads the starfield of eternal night in an eternal round with Her lover, the Sun God, spreading moonrays wherever She goes. Her eyes laugh, Her skin is white and translucent. She glows.
Now is the time for magick of all types, forthe full ofthe Moon marks the height of its powers, and all positive spells cast then are powerful.
FullMoons are also excellent times for meditation, mirror magick and psychic workings, for such are often more successful within the circle. Crystal-scrying is particularly recommended; flood the crystal with moonlight prior to the ritual. If you have no crystal sphere, use the cauldron filled with water and the piece of silver.
Gaze at the water (or at the Moon glinting on the silver) to awaken your psychic awareness.
Thank the Goddess and God and release the circle.
Exerpted from the book Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner
by Scott Cunningham.
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| Monday, September 24th, 2007
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12:12 am
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always be grateful from your heart
letting go
waking up
my painted song
strong
grounded
faery
woman
in communication
with life.
watching life as it unfolds
oh yeh
like little turtles of recieving mother
like intuition that i readily receive
autumn approaches and a circle comes about
of a wheel that cycles forth in freedom and
self nuturance.
glitter faery heart, that
wishes reflections gentle liike
trees,
that listen
branches that reach
toward the sky
each
in their own
like us, each
of us branches on the tree of the universe
the roots our soul
the branches our mind
where the monkies swing
and the birds perch to chatter
meaningful things,
about the wind
and the changing
breezes
organic
and celestial mandalas
that tell me to sing their songs of beauty
earth and heaven.
thinking of sentiment
and all the little things i love about my home
the lady
she sings her songs
from the wellspring of what is inside
that speaks
with a voice sometimes of softness
like the sound of wings
from the birds that we are
building our nest
so dearly
so tenderly does she tend to
the wind and the breathe in the breeze
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| Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
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2:50 pm
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we're going home, we are on our way home, sisters, owl cat and feathered friends, insects and little messages from the geckos, of truth and prosperous thinking good thoughts.
singing from the heart, and watching this like blooming flowers.
she plants new seeds
her light
her vision
hearts in celestial union
believe that you deserve love
believe that universal love is there for you
receive with the left hand - oh love that magick
she is feminine like the moon,
oh many many years ago, right hand, masculinity
action and hard work.
wood carvings of a curved smile and
cheek.
my love
has windows,
it opens me up to my
perspective.
when i rise above the water of many
many
years ago
only to realize it
is
the same cleansing water, that
the malolo, the flying fish of true love
in swimming in,
fish are constantly moving into fresh water.
a bird may love a fish señor,
but where would they live?
ahh so yes, we shall have to create wings
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| Monday, September 10th, 2007
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11:15 pm
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what is time
like a sweet cat,
sleeping on your mothers
blanket
while you lay on her back
and encourage her to be
gentle.
to know
its all perfect,
throughout space and time,
you are here now, and we
the keepers of the ancient medicine
of the songs and the remembrance
are constantly showing you the way
to what is, as you fly like a mama will,
a whisper to the air, and touch to the
floor of the great great
mama ocean, whose healing layers,
like a big big dress,
guide us, and cleanse us with
a salty lick.
and the songs we sing, remind us
we are whole, yes we are whole,
as we dance to great the sun
we journey within, listening to the
grasshoppers, who tell us of a dream
world, of whirrrling dervishes and
little crescent moons and special magick
laughter you've always known thyself, that it
is, what is
within you, to create
a home
for the
queen faery
of the wiiilldd
woods.
i am so grateful for the medicine.
of my blood the river,
the good red road of
physical life,
i travel with wings on my back
and patches on my bag,
oooohhh to remind me of the colors
i chose to paint,
my world.
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| Friday, September 7th, 2007
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11:13 pm
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oh come, will you come, will you come with me
red bird
fly with me into eternity, shaman sister, shaman mother, brother, we are the medicine
keepers, medicine weavers, dreamers and holders of the love and light that is ever
flowing, growing, and showing me the way. every single day.
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| Thursday, September 6th, 2007
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9:47 pm
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mother equals groundedness in my sexuality, letting go the past and rising to the air i
wish to breathe, that is available, yes, in trusting YOURSELF. THAT YOU ALWAYS KNOW
THE PATH IN WHICH YOU TAKE, THE WAY HOME. TO YOUR NEST.
in giving to the mother that i am in exactly the way
i need to give, to recieve to listen, all the way
in all the ways i can,
create
the painting
of surrender to the gentle purr
of animals, of the bird woman
that iam. of the horse, of the buffalo,
of the shiva's dance and the third eye kiss
mi besos senorita, mi amor, aloha
kipona hokeo. that little token of forever
you know you are loved forever by the nu-ness
of what is, YES, what is,
is perfect
as it is
a dream where you are no longer searching, but
when the circles are both wide and close to your
skin, like the earth and the fire and the feeling
that you succumb to in trust it will be held by
the most gentlest of hands of letting go, letting it be
and letting her fly, to the highest nest built in the
space of trust and courage. to be brave and to find
it within you girl. back and forth, moving forward in
trust. but making sure you say what you need to say
in gentleness and realizing that this is the only moment
to surrender to how you really feel. how you really feel,
is real, is true, is in your beating heart.
and oh how her heart beats in the air, and the sky shows
her with release, of the sound
of flying flowing wings. and being grateful for what
blessings, are here, are here, here with you now
love and trust brothers and sisters, remember the medicine
you have found and picked up for your own,
for the love you have shared is undying and perfect
in the time and space it occurs, and all will change
but you never lost a thing, its all here now.
trust little mother, little gal, trust.
pluck my heartstrings, moment moment.
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5:53 pm
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strong twigs
and the corn stalk of mama tobacco
sun dance and rose medicine
black hawk owl feather night medicine
graceful motions of language,
rose petals and egyptian mint tea
patterned feather
fluttering heartbeats
soft music and icaros
to soothe weary souls
reading stories like in tea leaves.
when this came out of the blue
i became light
my spirit path of medicine.
sinohe
buffalo brother
medicine sings
bringers
sharing the spoken word
oh the medicine we share
gift of red bird heart
medicine.
forever flower love.
surrender
and silver shining
wheels of radiance, oh yes radiance,
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| Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
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7:23 am
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wanting to be so sure of the adventure that the
past of forever now has been, and yes there is some
sorrow, for i am a river and my veins have blood.
it's time to walk the red road of physical life,
and the little and big medicine wheels are me,
earth rhythms, organic and loving the self of she.
a bear dance, vibrations and following one's soul song.
cedar, rose and french little phrases.
little toes and hugs insist. that we surrender
to the icaros, the medicine, the songs
of our soul.
i always hear her calling,
my mother she is with me
in every single way, straight
to this very day
oh my sweet sweet mother
oh you are the wind,
oh my sweet sweet mother
la fluestra, i will listen to you
ayahuasca sita noche curranderas.
oh she's always with me, always by my side.
A Faerie's Protest
Who says the moon is not my mother,
or your garden not my bed?
Who says the woods did not see me,
when from its trees I fled?
Who says my hair is not of the dandelions,
or my cheeks not cherry red?
Who said that I do not exist,
who said?
We say to believe in faeries you must use your heart
and not your head.
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| Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
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6:12 pm
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| Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
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7:36 pm
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volcanic fog
and vibration sing
eechoes
into the underwater smiles and
dancing bear treaties
agreeing on how the
goddess sees her temple
that is her body
that is her heart
yes.
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| Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
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11:40 pm - Lilith’s Sunrise
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Much of what the Warrior knows she cannot tell,
so she tells a little of everything in many places,
scattering her knowledge so it is known by no one
but is spoken of everywhere."
--Bill Mollison
Bastet
You look for balance and harmony, anxious, devoted. Often rash and impatient.
Colors: male: yellow ochre, female: grey
Compatible Signs: Sekhmet, Horus
Dates: Jul 14 - Jul 28, Sep 23 - Sep 27, Oct 3 - Oct 17
Role: Goddess of cats, women, and secrets
Appearance: Cat or cat-headed woman
Sacred animals: cat
What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign?
Designed by CyberWarlock of Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries
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We once knew four legs and shared your teeth.
We remember the roots of our tribe
and we sing to the land, like we sing to our mother
because we still remember our father
Can you hear us?
Brothers and Sisters.......
Deep beneath the waves
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| Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007
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10:27 pm
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i am realizing i am the mother of all
changing what is want, and leaving it to
allowing it to
shall we not taught what are given
the night which it brings us
only this
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10:27 pm
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i am realizing i am the mother of all
changing what is want, and leaving it to
allowing it to
shall we not taught what are given
the night which it brings us
only this
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| Thursday, May 10th, 2007
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8:46 am
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wanting to rise with meditation and the breathe
rise to the colorado skies
colorado's sweet breathe calls
sweet crisp air
you wish to stay here
for a while longer you will
returning soon
dancing once again
but remembering home
remembering true friends
and really loving someone.
meditation and contemplation.
no late night make out sessions
oh hell yeah im young
but honey i learn fast
those kisses dont coat the cedar chest of your heart
for long behold your heart inside that tree.
lovingly carving the most gentle of faces that shows
that hearts love and forgive and once more do WE tend to
our places of sweet laughter and holding hands again.
we will hold hands once more madre.
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| Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
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6:56 pm
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warrior of light
i know what moves my heart
o praise and singing
dancing to the sky
i will say
he says
i do as well
passing away our
will for one self.
ggratitude for immediacy
the upmost patience for what you've always wanted
wait sister wait
put your footsteps tight like the mouth of a snow
dragon a brilliance like the scale of a fish
mama fish dancing
what does it mean mama?
passes away with the side glance of sunshine
sink slowly uncomfortablility
put some time into
you
and only one
option for our truth
being truly open to
any possibility. cadence
and classic blessings of the belly
breathe and sighs relieving anxiously
stepping over and beyond one dance and alive
roaming.
I do not know what I am doing this for.
current mood:  creative
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| Saturday, October 28th, 2006
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8:21 am
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the septet of beautiful blessednesses
may i reweave the unraveled
eyes clear, hooded
like la mariposa
the invisble worlds palpably felt
the great breath
who met upon the path
the life of the soul is here my love
a life of strength
nothing can be lost forever that
has been loved forever
GOD IS THE EXACT CENTER
vida inprescindible - vitality of life
the healer is an artist
shining with wisdom
our compasssion
look consider
we toil not
but everthing happens
water holds with it
life
holds it's self to each
other
the sinew of many beings
yes in the air we breathe
YES
today is beautiful
eyes exchanged
meaningfully! FULLY
OH MY FULLNESS IS EXPANDING
can i write how i feel for you and make a bow
with the clay hands of your mother
Oh my hands
I am alive
Oh I saw david today
he was soft
hee hee
yes sweet
like music and
crisp like cold.
oh you were looking so serious?
clear wind
above the sky
mmmm you smell good
no you do
he has the hands of judah
the waves of tranquility will bring you
back home
singing forth my years
Look forward.
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