Every woman is a Goddess. Every man is a God. And far too often, we forget that very important piece of information. Too often, we lose sight of the powerful beings in the room with us, sitting in the chair across from us, or just sharing our space. We forget. We lose sight of the fact that these individuals should be revered and honored with kindness and love. They should have adoration rained down upon them in a manner befitting a Celestial being. They deserve to be respected for who they are and what they bring into our lives. But many times we find ourselves without the proper respect for such a deity. And that is when we miss something worth paying attention to.
So my advice to all of you out there is to reach out your hand, and place it lovingly over the hand of the Divine Being beside you. Take that flesh into your own, and caress it, stroke it, demonstrate that you feel for them the way they deserve. Let them believe that you do, as only a lover can. Divinity deserves attention, and care, and open displays of affection. So be attentive and caring to that wonder in your life before you wake up one day and regret your inattentiveness.
You will miss them when they are gone.
So today, right now, take the time to see the wonder inside your partner. Revel in their differences, and rejoice in their presence. Celebrate each day you have with them in a way that is meaningful and pleasurable, and brings you BOTH (or as many of you are involved...) happiness and laughter. See the beauty that lies behind those eyes, and sing praises about them. Love that Goddess, Love that God. Revere them, and show them off to the world. Love them and hold them close, but hold them close with an open hand, not possessively, but gently and with respect. Do this, and you never know how your inner Divinity will reward you.
As is stated in Doreen Valiente's Charge of the Star Goddess, "All acts of love and pleasure are My rituals". Be mindful of that and you might be a more worthy worshipper.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Dream of the Raven's Gate XII
The sea carried my body from the shores of Sanity. I felt the ebb and flow of the tide against my fragile mind. Screams and furor filled my ears and my voice, shrill and broken, poured from my mouth soundlessly. I was lost.
Green and slithering, His Voice poured into my hollow shell with all the fluidity of Virginia mud. It's thick, viscous slime tainting the essence of what little self I had left inside the feeble confines of my consciousness. It crawled like a living thing, it accompanied the taproots that bored themselves into my soul. I floated along, unable to steer myself in any direction, unable to see my destination, but feeling the pull of the deepening Madness. I was going to be taken there... to R'Lyeh... and I was going to become a servant to the Great Old One. I could feel the changes being made to me as Karasu had been changed so long ago.
Karasu. I knew him, didn't I? My mind wandered to distant shores, to places I had never been, and to scenes I could not have witnessed. I saw a ship thrown about in a raging storm, I was a great city rise from the sea and feel the terror of men over generations. Karasu. How was this finding it's way here, inside me now? How was it that I could feel lost in eternity, yet tied to that foul creature? He called me 'child'. Why? And where was that damned Key, anyway? Where did I leave it? Where had it gotten off to? Suddenly, I felt a great urge to find it. I felt a powerful drive to seek out my Key. Now. Frenzied I wanted to thrash, to flail against my mental bindings... to rebel against the power holding my broken mind in it's grasp. A sound, not His, reached my core. Three Caws. Again. And Again. A crow? Here at sea? How... And my mind fell away into the depths of confusion.
Colors swirled against the sky, disjointed scents filled my nostrils, and non-rhythmic drums hammered against my chest.
And again...
Caw. Caw. Caw...
<a noise like a muffled scream...>
continued.
Green and slithering, His Voice poured into my hollow shell with all the fluidity of Virginia mud. It's thick, viscous slime tainting the essence of what little self I had left inside the feeble confines of my consciousness. It crawled like a living thing, it accompanied the taproots that bored themselves into my soul. I floated along, unable to steer myself in any direction, unable to see my destination, but feeling the pull of the deepening Madness. I was going to be taken there... to R'Lyeh... and I was going to become a servant to the Great Old One. I could feel the changes being made to me as Karasu had been changed so long ago.
Karasu. I knew him, didn't I? My mind wandered to distant shores, to places I had never been, and to scenes I could not have witnessed. I saw a ship thrown about in a raging storm, I was a great city rise from the sea and feel the terror of men over generations. Karasu. How was this finding it's way here, inside me now? How was it that I could feel lost in eternity, yet tied to that foul creature? He called me 'child'. Why? And where was that damned Key, anyway? Where did I leave it? Where had it gotten off to? Suddenly, I felt a great urge to find it. I felt a powerful drive to seek out my Key. Now. Frenzied I wanted to thrash, to flail against my mental bindings... to rebel against the power holding my broken mind in it's grasp. A sound, not His, reached my core. Three Caws. Again. And Again. A crow? Here at sea? How... And my mind fell away into the depths of confusion.
Colors swirled against the sky, disjointed scents filled my nostrils, and non-rhythmic drums hammered against my chest.
And again...
Caw. Caw. Caw...
<a noise like a muffled scream...>
continued.
The Story So Far
Fingers, ancient and clumsy, turn the gilded pages of my life's story. Some chapters are written so beautifully that tears pour from the corners of wrinkled eyes. Others make the pruned lips mouth "Who the hell edited THIS?"
Good and bad, our stories are written by our own hands. Our choices shape words, sentences, paragraphs, and eventually chapters. Often, those chapters end unexpectedly, but as always, the story continues until no more ink runs from the pen and we close our eyes on the last page. A recent status update from a friend pointed to an article about regrets. We all have them. It's how we learn from the choices we made that led to those regrets that makes us better people.
I've made more mistakes than some, less than others. I have beautiful, flowery prose filling volumes of my life's story, and I have train wrecks that end those chapters. I struggle to be better, I try as hard as I can to be more than I think I can be. I make every effort to give back to the world as best I can. Somewhere, in the cryptic lines that fill parts of my story so far, I see the markers, I note the places where I might have made different choices, and I accept that at every single fork, I took the road that led me here.
And I do not regret the choices I made. I regret that my choices sometimes hurt myself or those I love. I regret that I could not give more, do more, or be more to those who needed it. But I will keep trying to see the smiles, to bring sunshine. and to love, Love, LOVE!
To you all, I offer my hand, my ear, my shoulder, my very being. I am happy to have you along as characters in my own story, and I am honored and humbled to be a part of yours.
Thank you.
I love you <3
"A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far"
-Fish
"Slainte Mhath"
Good and bad, our stories are written by our own hands. Our choices shape words, sentences, paragraphs, and eventually chapters. Often, those chapters end unexpectedly, but as always, the story continues until no more ink runs from the pen and we close our eyes on the last page. A recent status update from a friend pointed to an article about regrets. We all have them. It's how we learn from the choices we made that led to those regrets that makes us better people.
I've made more mistakes than some, less than others. I have beautiful, flowery prose filling volumes of my life's story, and I have train wrecks that end those chapters. I struggle to be better, I try as hard as I can to be more than I think I can be. I make every effort to give back to the world as best I can. Somewhere, in the cryptic lines that fill parts of my story so far, I see the markers, I note the places where I might have made different choices, and I accept that at every single fork, I took the road that led me here.
And I do not regret the choices I made. I regret that my choices sometimes hurt myself or those I love. I regret that I could not give more, do more, or be more to those who needed it. But I will keep trying to see the smiles, to bring sunshine. and to love, Love, LOVE!
To you all, I offer my hand, my ear, my shoulder, my very being. I am happy to have you along as characters in my own story, and I am honored and humbled to be a part of yours.
Thank you.
I love you <3
"A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far"
-Fish
"Slainte Mhath"
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Fly. Be Free.
Today I caught your eyes
Peeking out at me
From the Liquid Crystal
So bright and so cheery
Inside I know the reason
Things are how they need to be
So I opened up my heart
And gladly set you free
No matter the size of the cage, it is still a cage. Freedom must be whole, it must be complete, or it is meaningless. The weight of captivity can drag the most stoic heart from the sky and grind it into the earth like broken glass.
The singing heart is caged no more, the bars are razed and the sky looms above without limit. Now I watch the songbird take flight, steel against the blowing winds, and with but a quick glance back, off it goes.
The weight lifted at last. <3
"Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. "
-Jim Morrison
Peeking out at me
From the Liquid Crystal
So bright and so cheery
Inside I know the reason
Things are how they need to be
So I opened up my heart
And gladly set you free
No matter the size of the cage, it is still a cage. Freedom must be whole, it must be complete, or it is meaningless. The weight of captivity can drag the most stoic heart from the sky and grind it into the earth like broken glass.
The singing heart is caged no more, the bars are razed and the sky looms above without limit. Now I watch the songbird take flight, steel against the blowing winds, and with but a quick glance back, off it goes.
The weight lifted at last. <3
"Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. "
-Jim Morrison
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A Long Time Coming...
I dipped my finger in the sky
the beauty of it made me weep
and I held it there for as long as i could
until the clouds dripped into my smile
and the sunshine wrapped itself gently around my eyes
while the blue crept down my finger
and made me remember rainy afternoons spent daydreaming
lost in the wilderness of my heart
and of the blue skies
we used to sing of
in dreams...
the beauty of it made me weep
and I held it there for as long as i could
until the clouds dripped into my smile
and the sunshine wrapped itself gently around my eyes
while the blue crept down my finger
and made me remember rainy afternoons spent daydreaming
lost in the wilderness of my heart
and of the blue skies
we used to sing of
in dreams...
Sunday, July 17, 2011
This I Believe...
Once upon a time, I gave someone some advice. Without filling in the context, the advice was more or less as follows:
"Love brutally and with all the caution of a Great White Shark. Throw yourself into it with wild abandon. Let it out. Love stupidly. You're probably going to get hurt, for sure, but the time before the hurt... damn!"
There is so much more than the obvious advice here. The Great White Shark is a pretty serious fish. It's one of the largest predators in the ocean, and yet they have so many vulnerabilities. They are at the mercy of their environment, for starters. They have to keep moving so as not to die, and that makes nets a serious threat. And they see the world with their mouths. What's this? I don't understand it. Let me bump it with my nose, so very close to my eyes and see if it's interesting... Let me take it into my mouth and see if it is food or not. Let me bring this strange thing inside of me, into a place so very vulnerable and close to my brain. Let me take this unknown thing into me and taste it. Let me see if it is good or bad, soft or spiny, edible or killing.
This is a wonder to me. In order to Grok it's world, the shark must put it's own life at risk. In order to know if this love is going to be a good thing, one must take it inside of oneself, let it fill you up. Only then will you know if it's going to help you grow or going to drag you into the depths of madness. Interesting, huh?
So these days I find myself taking love inside, examining it, turning it over to see if it is good or bad, soft or spiny, nourishing or killing. And what I have in me is most incredible, most nourishing, and more perfect in every way.
Love. Free and Open. Honest. Pure. A Living, breathing creature needing to cared for with tenderness and understanding. I am thankful for all I have close to me and my heart. And I believe that the Great White Shark is a noble and majestic creature that deserves to be respected and revered.
Like I said, if I were a Snapple Cap, I'd say "Be the shark"
How about you?
<3
<3
"Love brutally and with all the caution of a Great White Shark. Throw yourself into it with wild abandon. Let it out. Love stupidly. You're probably going to get hurt, for sure, but the time before the hurt... damn!"
There is so much more than the obvious advice here. The Great White Shark is a pretty serious fish. It's one of the largest predators in the ocean, and yet they have so many vulnerabilities. They are at the mercy of their environment, for starters. They have to keep moving so as not to die, and that makes nets a serious threat. And they see the world with their mouths. What's this? I don't understand it. Let me bump it with my nose, so very close to my eyes and see if it's interesting... Let me take it into my mouth and see if it is food or not. Let me bring this strange thing inside of me, into a place so very vulnerable and close to my brain. Let me take this unknown thing into me and taste it. Let me see if it is good or bad, soft or spiny, edible or killing.
This is a wonder to me. In order to Grok it's world, the shark must put it's own life at risk. In order to know if this love is going to be a good thing, one must take it inside of oneself, let it fill you up. Only then will you know if it's going to help you grow or going to drag you into the depths of madness. Interesting, huh?
So these days I find myself taking love inside, examining it, turning it over to see if it is good or bad, soft or spiny, nourishing or killing. And what I have in me is most incredible, most nourishing, and more perfect in every way.
Love. Free and Open. Honest. Pure. A Living, breathing creature needing to cared for with tenderness and understanding. I am thankful for all I have close to me and my heart. And I believe that the Great White Shark is a noble and majestic creature that deserves to be respected and revered.
Like I said, if I were a Snapple Cap, I'd say "Be the shark"
How about you?
<3
<3
Friday, July 8, 2011
Shark
The Grand Gray Shark cut through the thick atmosphere with fins rigidly out and a toothy grin feeding twin mouths. The skysea lapped at it's flanks, tugging without effect and longing to slow the great creature to stall and fall to the earth below. But it kept gulping mightily, swallowing air and super-heating it, cruising gracefully as it left condensate in it's path, remnants of collided vapor that belied it's stealthy way. From inside it's gullet, I dreamed of love, of life, and of that I left behind. I dreamed of the future, and of the arms into which I would be falling so soon. I dreamed of the never-has-been, and the unforeseeable futures left open to unseeing eyes. All the while, the Grand Gray Shark fed.
My ears caught the familiar tell-tale of a bell, rousing me from my slumber. Attendants skimmed to and for, watering and feeding my cabin mates, easing weary stomaches and begging the leftovers with outstretched hands, wrapped delicately in latex-free gloves so as not to become infected by attachment to any one passenger. Nothing puts a crimp in a free-flying lifestyle like attachment.
But that isn't true.
Attachment is what drives my life. I find myself crossing the continent yet again heading West to share space, contact, and air with my love. I have ached for so long to feel her hand in mine. I have gazed upon her visage illuminated in the night and cast into my eyes through liquid crystal, but that is a sorry substitute for standing beside her, feeling her fingertips reaching out to mine, proving once again that this love is real, that our feelings have merit, and that I am worthy of such a love. I am aware that it is unfair of me to sing this song without glancing back to my Easterly residence and winking at my love there, as well. She smiles at me the same, her twinkling eyes bringing me joy in subtly different ways, but joy just the same. Two different loves, with freedom and trust the fruits born of a tree grown from hard work, honesty, and many a tear. On the surface, freedom is enviable, but where it counts, one realizes that it is not so easily attained. One must be vigilant against so many emotions waiting to tear at the heart of the love, coiled like a fierce creature ready to pounce and render all that effort wasted. It takes courage to bear one's soul to another, let alone two or more. It is the most rewarding, yet the most demanding lifestyle I could ever have imagined. And yet, I rise early each morning and lie down late each evening to make sure I have spent what time I can with each of them. I look into the future and wonder if this will last, then I look into the past and smile knowingly. Yes. IT will last as long as the love between us, as long as the love among us, continues.
My heart is singing a song loud enough to share. And my life's journey continues to get more and more interesting as the days march on.
I ask you to not judge me. If you must, I ask that you judge me for the example I set, rather than your personal view of right or wrong.
(Note: I wasn't sure if I would post this, but those who know me won't be surprised that I did. Love to those who believe in me, and who continue to support me in my travels. <3<3)
My ears caught the familiar tell-tale of a bell, rousing me from my slumber. Attendants skimmed to and for, watering and feeding my cabin mates, easing weary stomaches and begging the leftovers with outstretched hands, wrapped delicately in latex-free gloves so as not to become infected by attachment to any one passenger. Nothing puts a crimp in a free-flying lifestyle like attachment.
But that isn't true.
Attachment is what drives my life. I find myself crossing the continent yet again heading West to share space, contact, and air with my love. I have ached for so long to feel her hand in mine. I have gazed upon her visage illuminated in the night and cast into my eyes through liquid crystal, but that is a sorry substitute for standing beside her, feeling her fingertips reaching out to mine, proving once again that this love is real, that our feelings have merit, and that I am worthy of such a love. I am aware that it is unfair of me to sing this song without glancing back to my Easterly residence and winking at my love there, as well. She smiles at me the same, her twinkling eyes bringing me joy in subtly different ways, but joy just the same. Two different loves, with freedom and trust the fruits born of a tree grown from hard work, honesty, and many a tear. On the surface, freedom is enviable, but where it counts, one realizes that it is not so easily attained. One must be vigilant against so many emotions waiting to tear at the heart of the love, coiled like a fierce creature ready to pounce and render all that effort wasted. It takes courage to bear one's soul to another, let alone two or more. It is the most rewarding, yet the most demanding lifestyle I could ever have imagined. And yet, I rise early each morning and lie down late each evening to make sure I have spent what time I can with each of them. I look into the future and wonder if this will last, then I look into the past and smile knowingly. Yes. IT will last as long as the love between us, as long as the love among us, continues.
My heart is singing a song loud enough to share. And my life's journey continues to get more and more interesting as the days march on.
I ask you to not judge me. If you must, I ask that you judge me for the example I set, rather than your personal view of right or wrong.
(Note: I wasn't sure if I would post this, but those who know me won't be surprised that I did. Love to those who believe in me, and who continue to support me in my travels. <3<3)
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