Stop Being Afraid to Fight for What You Believe In, Dammit!

I am copying and pasting something I wrote a couple days ago.  This is something that is still being solidified in my mind/heart, but I feel the need to put it out there, into the uncertain realm of the internet.

This is totally cathartic, but I know others are out there, just like me, who are coming to the realization that we are in an uncertain world at best, and one in which chaos and anarchy are surging.  This country (United States) is long overdue for a revolution.  And it will happen.  It has been bubbling underneath the surface for a long time.

When it does finally implode/explode/overtake us all, we have to be careful.  To define ourselves, our goals, our purposes.  For this war (and it will be a war, believe you me, on all levels in this country and the rest of the world) will be waged on a religious/spiritual side as well as on those everyday "mundane" levels.

It's already started in this country, and internationally.  For years now, the Dominionist movements, and other zealous Abrahamic movements have been taking root and spreading.  The continent of Africa has hotspots where people are stoned, murdered, and set on fire for being "witches".  So, yeah.  Not a pretty thing.

Those are super-generic statements, I know.  Things have been burbling under the surface of the collective conscience of humanity for a long time. I am more intuitive than I am a historian, but every news article I read, every piece of info I come across in this vein is not pretty.  It's easy for us to hide.  Trust me:  I am an agoraphobe, and that comes with the territory.  There are certain times, however, that truly do prevent people from actually growing and making things so bad all around you, that you have to speak up.  Now is one of those times, and I can no longer turn a blind eye.

I also know I need to find source documentation to back up these thoughts, so people will not think I'm crazy.  In the meantime, please understand that I truly do wish to serve and help those around me.  And beyond my protected little sphere.

I know that in the days/weeks/months to come, my thinking will clarify and sort itself out. In the meantime, the following was written on October, 20, 2011.  Peace!

****Begin Trans:

There is a time for standing by, and idly watching as others take your life away, until you can figure out how to fight back.  There is a time to stand your ground, and not give in, no matter what they try to take from you.  Then there is a time to take positive, pro-active action, to prevent further atrocities, protecting yourself  and those who are weaker.  There is also a time to fight, to not be afraid to stand up and shed blood if necessary.  Non-violent peaceful protest is the base, but a true warrior knows that for peace to be made a reality, to take back that which is stolen, which is rightfully yours, one must not hesitate to go forth into the fray.  It is not the first resort, but if it is unavoidable, then, so be it.

There will be another time when the rivers turn red, and the skies are darkened with Crows, and the Morrigan will again choose her warriors.  The Cailleach also stands ready.  This time the Warriors are not just ordinary citizens, but Priests and Priestesses.  She has awoken, and She will choose her prey.  She will choose her Warriors as well.  Be it known the Goddess has spoken.

Be not afraid to fight, but know that through fear we learn.  It will give you courage through the coming months and years.  I fear it may get worse before it gets any better.

The Goddess has returned.  The Goddess has never left.  The Goddess shall remain, and woe be unto anything, male or female, four-footed or bipedal that tries to come between her and her chosen.

I have chosen to become a Warrior Priestess again.  I have much to learn, and a short time to do so in.  I have forgotten much, and I have learned much.  I have lived in a closet while time marched on, and have much penance to do.  But not really "penance".  My suffering is largely self-created, but I have carried the blood of innocents on my hands from the last life to this one.  I have begun the work of healing through multiple life-times.  It is a scary process.  I have much to learn, though I know I have wasted time, I ask the Goddess and God, Pan and Brighid, to grant me as long as they can, to make up for this.

I wish to elevate, but to no longer be so afraid.  To kill if need be, not necessarily people, but destroy (as in utterly annihilate) ideologies and hatreds that bind and fetter.  Though if the time arises that I must take up sword and shield, and do what I must to protect myself and those weaker than myself, I will do so.  I have done it countless times in the past, and I will do so again.  This, I know.

I call upon Ansuz, the rune, to aid me in this, and with the power of Thurisaz I add power in abundance, that of an atom bomb, but with purpose and direction.  Speed me unto my goal.  Help me to help others, as I am helping myself.  Break the ties that bind my mind, my heart, my womb, my sex, my legs, my chakras, bring back the pieces of my soul unto myself so I may heal myself.

And that is Her command, as heard through another:  Witch, HEAL THYSELF.  For thou art Goddess and God.  Thou art creator and created.  And the heavens are thine, as are the earth and sea and all on, in, under, above, below and around.  Thou art the Universe itself.

As Blake would say:

"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."

Infinite potential exists in each of us.  Kundalini Shakti is there, waiting patiently, waiting to be ignited and set free.  She is the source of that potential, and though we must be careful, she will give us what we need.

Selah, and so mote it be.

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Drawing down the Moon

It's so much more Awesome when you're also doing Vigil, and your animals (my dog Spud and my two cats, Ginger and Mr. Orange) want to be there with you. :)  Lying on your back under the full moon with a dog trying to lick you while your singing is just fun and joyous.

So yes, I'm keeping Vigil tonight (for Brighid, my Patroness). Have had a bonfire going for a few hours, since around midnight (it's almost 3:30 a.m. now). :) Did my own kind of ritual, and it's so nice to be outside, with the feel of Autumn in the air!! ^_^

Apparently, between 2:00 and 3:00-3:30, the Moon is right over head of my house this time of year. :) Drawing down the moon is so much more awesome when you're looking at the moon and She's so clear you can make out shapes. Oddly enough, the surface looked like one of those anti-litter signs, where the bubble-headed person is throwing away trash. Try to get your head around that!! LOL :)

I just kept singing a song about Aradia, and my own chant, one given to my by a friend.  My chant goes,

Moon, Moon, Mother Moon

Mother, Mother, Moon Moon

(repeat till done)

The song about Aradia is so fitting, so lovely, and I just felt Diana so strongly.  I don't usually feel her or Aradia, it just felt so incredible to be singing about her.  I loved Artemis when I was young.  Diana is the Mother aspect, and she is making herself known. :)  Here's the song:

I've also been singing to myself bits and pieces of the Florence and the Machine song I posted previously, as well as Lady Isadora's "Come Witches, to the Dance".  LOVE that song!! 

Hmmm...  I felt the need to write, and so here I am.  

I should probably talk about the Vigils I do, I reckon.  To make things more clear:  a couple months ago, I signed on with a great group of Flamekeepers, as part of a program of study with a local priestess.  I am wary of teachers nowadays, since I kept thinking I needed them.  Of course, I eventually realized that wasn't the case. ;)  But she is a priestess of Pan in the Panoleptos tradition, a revival of Pan's worship in today's times.  It's totally new, and so much is coming straight from Spirit.  I felt a need to learn from her, and she agreed to help out. :) We both also happen to have the same Patrons. LOL  That helps. ;)  

So, I started doing a Vigil, which is something done one day every 19 days.  This is something that was started by people to honor St. Brigit, and the Goddess Brighid as well.  They are both so intertwined that there is really no telling where the Saint ends and the Goddess begins!! :)  I will go into the legend behind that in another post.  Suffice it to say that I also added two more shifts, as I also joined Ord Brighideach International, to help my focus. ^_^

Pan was also very present tonight.  I kept seeing Satyr horns (goat horns) in the fire, and occasional antlers (I have caribou and mountain goats as totems).  I also found a wonderful token:  I had recently given something special to me to a spring (need to post that story on here!!), to help it keep flowing.  It was a black walnut slice from Misfit Sanctuary, a local group of people who are near and dear to my heart. :)  It was to invite the presence of Pan to the Spring.  Tonight, I found a replacement black walnut half.  There are no black walnut trees around the house, so I am taking that as a blesssing of the nature spirits and Pan.  :)  And Brighid, as the fire pit is sacred (has been dedicated) to both her and Pan. 

I just have had an awesome night.  So lovely, the crickets singing continuously, the full moon shining over head, so wonderful!!!!  Such lovely energy.  I was so happy when I drew down the moon.  It came so effortlessly, so nicely.  ^_^  I needed that fire, and the calm of the moon.   Going to go back outside to sit and chill by the remains of the fire.  I just really needed to write and get this off my chest. :) 

Oh, and the Nature spirits demanded Apples and Cantaloupes.  And cornmeal and black beans, but especially Apples.  The plant that wanted apples the most is a poke plant that I have to harvest the berries from, to make dragon's blood ink. :)  I have to come back in the daylight to see it, though. :)  It would be easier to harvest that way!!!!  

To end with, here's a great song by Inkubbus Sukubbus, about Aradia. :)  

I'm tired again, so this is probably disjointed.  Oddly enough, I also have been having the song "Sacred Ancestors", by Lisa Thiel in my head.  I always have an awesome internal radio station though.:D

Much love to everyone, and may the fires of Brighid's forge be fanned forever in our hearts, in whatever way you see her. :)  

Later!

P.S.  I almost forgot:  When I brought my Book of Shadows in, that I had read the Charge of the Goddess from (I use the Doreen Valiente version, not having my own written yet), there was a small spider on it.  Tried to get her to get off the book, but she just *would not go*. lol  There are a lot more spiders these last few months, and a huge writing spider right outside my door.  Spider has come calling, I believe.  Yes, it's getting colder, but they're not just coming in the house, they're everywhere outside.  I've not been tapping my creative juices, letting all my muse come out.  Thus the blogs, I love to write, whether it's poetry or just talking, it helps so much!!! :)

Brighid and Grandmother Spider, I am trying to tap into the gift that has been given to me.  Thank you for being my muse, Brighid, and I can't wait see what other kinds of awesomeness comes out. :)

Grandmother Spider has the power to Create.  To all She comes to, those blessings must be acknowledged.  :)  In short, She is incredible. ;)

A Lesson from the Mother

The greatest mystery of all is that there is no mystery. My children, listen to these words, for I am your Mother, She from whom All Mystery begins and ends. I say to you, that one must first understand that the Secrets to Almighty God, the Mother, the Father, the ineffable, unspeakable, are such simple, wondrous, beauteous things that most seekers walk right past them.

In your searches, you--my silly, sweet humans--rush past me, run away from me, fly all around me, and most of your seeking and searching availeth you not. You rush to the water, and I am in the mountain. You climb the highest hills, the tallest trees, and I sit waiting by that still, small pool in your own backyard.

I never know where to find you, as you scurry so much it makes my head hurt. Sit down, take a deep breath, just *breathe*, relax, immerse yourself inside yourself, and you will find me. It is the easiest thing, one would think. But no, you have so deluded yourselves, that you waste most if not all of the precious life I give, from one carnate to the next, trying to find the Way. You listen to everyone BUT your Self. You think you hear my Voice, when in reality it is the garbled translation of someone else's thoughts.

My Children, My beautiful, sweet, pitiful, sad, silly and wonderful Children. I am waiting for you. I am always home, tending the fires while you rush out to play and build, create and destroy all around you. I am the last Olympian. I am the forge and the furnace. I tend the fires so you may be free to seek and know. I grow lonely at times, but I am always here when you need me. I always waiting, for that stray one who remembers they are cold in the depths of space and time, unless they carry my fire with them. I can be in all places, in all times, in all things. And so I am.

While it is you who drives the wedge of blindness between us, and put a yoke on love that it cannot stand to bear, I will still be waiting, readying the fires and forges. When I know you are ready, I will put you through that fire, even if you do not realize it is I. I will strip you of your Illusion, whether you *think* you are ready or not. I will make you, and I will break you, and I will RE-make you, time and time again. Until at last, at a stream in a field or near a forest of your own creation, you fall down and drink, for you are tired, so very very tired. You bathe your face with ice cold love, and fall in, so thirsty you wish to take it all, drink it all, be it all. Cold and shivering, you crawl from that womb, yet again. I will take your hand, and lift you up, and I will carry you down the paths of that forest, inside yourself, and I will lay you down and feed you love you become one with you, and I will Teach you. I will teach you of that Mystery. I will show you, my child, my lover, my friend, I will whisper this truth inside your mind, still the raging, stormy seas. I will show you how to kindle the fire, and keep the blaze strong, and how to rekindle that flame when you think there is no hope, no coal, no spark. For there is always a flame, deep inside, it never dies, it is never fully extinguished. Even when all around you would seem to drown the fires of inspiration and creativity, the cauldron of rebirth will resurrect you, and make you whole again.

I will help you tend your forge. My forge. My fire. Your Fire. Our Fire.

For the greatest Mystery is that there is no Mystery. I am that I am, and I am You.

I am waiting.  Please, come Home!

 ****I felt the need to add some music.  The song "What the Water Gave Me", by Florence in the Machine, captures something so beautiful and primal, it's just incredible.

And for the second time, I will share Lady Isadora and Lord Pan, whose song "Come Witches to the Dance" embodies the mystery of which is spoken.  To me, at any rate. :) 

 I hope you like my words.  She was coming through very strongly.  All praise to Brighid, Mistress of the Forge and Fire!!  And to Pan, my Lord, my shining light in the darkness. 

Peace.

Dreaming of Satyrs

So, I fell asleep last night, thinking of the awesomeness of a poet named Rosemary Nissen-Wade, and wondering how I could create poetry and other writing that would be as awesome.   (Follow some of her works at The Passionate Crone).

I had a hard time sleeping, as I'd been seriously depressed Monday, and slept FAR too much. However, my dreams were of writing poetry, and of satyrs (specifically an older Satyr, with a head full of curly hair, though he had no goat hooves, I knew Him;  he would walk in front of me smiling, enigmatically, and I kept hearing variations on "An Elderly Satyr..." poems).  I kept hearing poem titles, and though I was in and out, and lost a couple of cool things, some of them stayed with me.  Brighid was behind this, methinks, and since I've been slack and not written in ages, for whatever reason, I had to get up and write or I would lose it.

I've done that for many years.  And lost so much awesomeness as a result.  So, I will post a few things I heard, and tinkered with a bit. :)  Consider them works in progress. :)

Begin Trans:

"An Elderly Satyr Stops by to Say 'Hello'"

He sits down
for tea.  Smiling, he
waits.  Patience!

"An Elderly Satyr Waves Goodbye"

Embraces
you, then turns, smiling,
to the woods.

"She Thinks She Can't"

She thinks too much.
Light-bulb (finally) clicks on:
"Yes I can!" she yelps,
strips, skips, dances down to the ocean,
and jumps in.

"Brighid and Pan Make Out"

"NOT funny!" She says, arms crossed,
smiling face saying it would be funny indeed.

"Now THAT would be fun!", He says, grinning.

I'm torn between the two; what say you??

 **End Trans**


So, as you can see, funny, but I love it. :)  It got my brain to working, the juices running, and that's what counts.  I'm sure they will change, but you never know!

I will be posting again, on a much more serious subject.  Until then, why not enjoy some happy music?

IO PAN!! :)  And Dian, of course. :)

Gay Pride, Buffer Zones, and New Music!

I'm quite frankly unsure where to go with this blog right now.  I am headed towards the "I wanna write tons of crap and it not be crap and have lots of people read it!" direction. LOL 

Any requests out there?  I've not got any specific stuff to write, other than something that I've not gotten to finish due to fear (long story, will let you know when that blog comes out!), and a meandering contemplation on the contrasts/comparisons of horns and antlers.  Yes, I am a devotee of Pan, but one of my main totem animals is Reindeer (Caribou), so there you go.

I am listening to the new single by Bjork right now, "Crystalline".  Here's the vid I found:

Pretty spiffy, though it's been awhile since I've listened to her stuff.  I still gravitate towards her early work, like "Human Behavior", and from the two albums after that.  Allowed myself to slip into the poverty mentality for many years, however, and stopped listening to/buying new music that wasn't on the radio.  Thank the gods I listen to public radio:  my favorite station is WNCW, a college station out of Spindale, NC.  Good stuff!!

Also, have discovered a kick-ass band called Other Lives.  Here is an incredible song, "For 12".  They also do a magnificent Tiny Desk concert on NPR's All Songs Considered. 

Apparently, they are going to be at the Visulite Theatre in Charlotte, NC, on October 5!! Woot!!  Now, if I can just get there... :P

In other news, Charlotte Pride is happening this Saturday, August 27th.  This is, for those not in the know, a gay pride festival to celebrate our queerness and diversity, and acceptance.  I have volunteered with Partners in Peace, to be a part of the "buffer zone" around the edges of the festival, to keep any conflict from protestors from bothering people.  This year, which will be my first attending, there are supposed to be a couple of groups of evangelical christians surrounding the event.  This bothers me, as their sole purpose is to surround gay pride, evangelize and "resist the gay agenda with love".  Uh, okay.  Here's a LGBTQ Nation report, with pertinent links to the "God has a better Way" folks, including a petition to get them to stop, which they have NOT decided to do.  They are still planning on showing up Saturday, according to their website.  I noticed on their facebook, that the only comments they allow with any difference of opinion are very few, and none from anyone who apparently had differing statistics. 

This whole thing irks me, but what better way to meet ignorance than with love?  They, according to their website, are planning to either march *through* the Pride festivities, or surround it.  Damn.  It's insane.  They are going to need all the level heads they can get!!!!  I'll be there with a couple of friends, so it should be interesting!!  OH, and I'm so gonna be taking pictures!! LOL 

Again, Charlotte Pride is this coming Saturday, August 27th, from 12 noon until 8 p.m. in downtown Charlotte, NC.  Come on out and play! ;)

Can't think of much else to say.  I've got to go out and get about, so until I return, here is a spiffy video (though not newer music) to enjoy!!

^_^

Many Blessings, Lovies!!

Shedding (a poem)

bleed me
bleed me raw
rip me
strip me wide
open my heart
scrape out the inside
starting from scratch
building a foundation
building a foundation that will last
firm footings to hold me in the worst possible storm.

after the rain, some flowers lift their heads,
asking the clouds, why me? why now? why today?
alternately cursing and praising that which
nourishes and strips away,
casting the dead leaves off so that others may grow.

I wish to be like that. 
Beauty stripped bare.
Pain stripped bare.
Skin exposed, heart exposed, mind open to infinite possibilities.

Great Mother Serpent, She whose coils enfold this very Earth in Her embrace,
Take me and shape me
If need, break me: please do not let me lose my mind, merely the pain inside.
It is rotten and sore, full of pus and gore, accumulated debris--30+ years of hurt.

Lancing draining healing flaking gently scraping the scab away at last

I must surrender
I must surrender
I must.  And so I shall.

Thank you: when my tears fall, they cleanse me. 
When the pain washes me o'er, it cleanses me.
When the sadness of what has been long forgotten is purged, it cleanses me.
When my heart has bled until it is bone-dry, it cleanses me.
When I can start over, each second of each day, always being reborn and constantly made anew, it will cleanse me.

Shed this skin. 
Take this pain.
Take this thing inside.
Take it away! I do not want it anymore.
I am tired, so very, very tired. 
I am tired of carrying around a weight that burdens me, numbs me, cripples me every second of every day.
I am tired. 

I do not wish to be tired anymore, Mother.
I do not wish to hurt anymore, any more than is necessary.  *This* is not necessary.
Please, take this pain:  I offer it to you, freely. 
It is my choice, and though I know I must be proactive, I cannot do this all alone. 

The gentlest whisper, the gentlest sigh,
"My child, you are never alone:
Even when the candle flickers, the flames die down, and the coals grow cold,
I am still there.  In the darkness, I am still there.
Sometimes even more so:
All things grow cold.  All things fade away. 
All things must die, and come to an end, before they can be reborn again.
So it is with us, with gods and humans, humans and gods.
We are alike, you and I. 
In fact, we are very much the same.  We ARE the same.
You need never look farther away for me than your own mirror.
When you see yourself, look deep into your eyes;
You will see the Goddess, and know she is inside.
Wrap my arms around you, bath in my love,
For I am yours and you are mine--as it is below, so it is above."

Thank you, Mother.
For showing me the way,
Where I can strip away all pretentions and merely, simply Be:
The doorway lies inside, and only I hold the key.

~~Me

My Pan Blog is now up on The Pagan Mom Blog

I was unable to actually post this on the 14th, as the laptop I've been using got struck by lightening the day before! 

I hope you enjoy it, and I will post when I can. 

Here is the link for my article at the The Pagan Mom Blog. 

And why not have a song to enjoy as you listen?? :)

Many Blessings to everyone, and I hope you all have a wonderful week!!

Io Pan!!

YEAH BABY!!!! :)

This just in, scrolling across April's facecrack page:  the flying car.

I kid you not... Did you not click on the link???  ^^^^ that link^^^^, for example???

As the Pointer Sisters would say, "I'm so excited!!!  And I just can't hide it!!  I'm about to fly around, and I think I like it..." or something like that.

This car is more of a plane that drives, than the reverse, as the article above mentions.  Won't it be so exciting to see a Jetson's moment???

And no, not the plot of the show, which is just cute cartoon soap opera action.  Though, I always fantasized about having the awesome clothing changer (you remember, please, tell me you do!!), and having a Rosie the Robot to clean my house.  Or just friggin' talk to!!!

Back to the scientists in question:  I seriously hope their employer gave these good folks a HUGE bonus.  Probably not, but darnit, they deserve it.  Writing campaign, anyone??  It is truly a great day for science!!  Well, it was the day they had their "Wright Brothers' Moment", as they called it. :)  And, by the by, they Wright brothers were from North Carolina, like myself.  Oh yeah.  That's what momma's talkin' bout!

I can see all the problems with trafficking flying cars, though. :)  Even with that, I am proud to admit that in my lifetime, we may even see hover cars.  So freakin' EXCITED!!!  And, if necessary, we'll just call in reinforcements:

Cheers, my loverlies! :)

***Note:  The Wright Brothers were born and lived in Ohio, not North Carolina.  I remembered incorrectly, as I am wont to do, and someone so very politely (ahem) put me in my place.  Still, I do need to check factoids.  And you know, I'm probably not the only person in the world who forgets shit. So there!!!  

Holy Chao, it's been 11 days since my last post!! :)

We can't be having *that*, now can we, my lovelies? lol 

Last week, my mom went to the ER.  This was the 28th, the day after my inaugural post on this blog.  She wound up being admitted, and that night was spent partially at the hospital.  She was put on "the list" for an emergency heart catherization, as she was having a LOT of pain at the time. 

Wednesday, the 29th, saw her come through the catherization with flying colors.  Spent that night with her there (after going back and forth to feed and water the animals; not the first time I have been thankful I'm only 5 minutes from the hospital!), and came home the next afternoon.  She was so darn happy to be OUT of there, you have no idea...

(Course, you'd think, since I took the lap-top there so I could do something constructive, I would write??  Well, I did, I guess.  I wrote word after word via facebook chat, to de-stress. :P)

After we got home, one thing led to another, and another, and before you know it, a week and a half has flown by...

I am going to be posting some of my poetry today, as well, to make up for my lag.  These will be some older poems, and I've got to figure out how to post a copyright thingy on here... All content is property of ME, etc. etc.  Any ideas on that, other than in the description to the right?

Also have to figure out how to post a tag for the Pagan Mom Blog's "31 Days of Deity", of which my blog on Pan will be the 14th.  I've also got to get cracking on my Set blog, as I volunteered to do one on him. :)  by the by, if you've NOT checked her page out, you should totally do so:  http://thepaganmomblog.com.  When I figure this button thing out, I'll add her on my blog list. :)

Hrm.  Lessee, ah yes, in other news of note, I have started writing again, so we'll see where that leads.  I feel to good places, and I'm just along for the ride!! 

Of course, there's always other randomness, but I don't want this space to be a depressed space.  This is for my pagan goodness: friends, family, soon-to-be-made and current, in the pagan community, and all the loverly lusciousness that entails.  I'll have to also figure out how to include YouTube vids: that will *definitely* liven things up a bit!


OH, and no stress, no worry, right?  I am making a mental note to myself not to feel *obligated* to post.  This is for joy, for pleasure, and for my love of all things Pagan (my Deities will be happy when I finally get around to posting about them!!).  So, I'm going to take Frankie Goes to Hollywood's advice:  "ReeeeeLAX, go to it, when you wanna sock it to it..." :P 

YES!!! Hahaha, I figured it out. ::cheesy grin::  I is proud to be an April, on this glorious Freya's Day.  (Sun is shining: gonna be hot, but beautiful!)

Be well, my loverlies!! Be back in a flash:  same blog time, same blog channel.  Well, you get the idea. :P


Much love and many blessings!


Me (aka Sora, aka April)

My intent, and Happy Monday!

I just wanted to say HI!! **waves** to everyone who may stumble upon this blog. :)

I've only posted blog bits on MySpace (lord, not for over 2-3 years!), and as notes on Facebook.  So, I thought I would try something separate.  This space will be devoted to my Patrons, as well as anything Pagan-y that I am thinking or run across.  I do not believe in censorship, so I will keep these particular posts clean and family friendly.  I am thinking of creating a separate blog, where anything goes, so when that happens I will alert the masses. lol

I am looking forward to sharing my life/thoughts with y'all.  I have recently submitted a blog to the Pagan Mom Blog's "31 Days of Deity", with Pan as the subject of my entry.  I think y'all will enjoy it, and am anxiously awaiting the day I can post the link here.  ^_^

Anyone have any questions of me, just ask.  I'm an eclectic kitchen witch, with strong leanings towards Celtic Druidism and the Norse pantheon as well.  I would not consider myself Asatru/Heathen at this point, as there is sooooo much I do *not* know!!  I am looking forward to learning more about Druidry, witchcraft in general, my patrons, and a recently discovered passion, Kemeticism.  I also do intuitive Tarot readings, and work closely with my spirit guides and the archangels.  I am by no means as studied/accomplished as I wish to be, and am always open to new Ideas, thoughts, and experiences.


On that note, be well, and I'll be posting more soon.  (Have another post on Pan, and am compiling info for one on Brighid).

Blessings of the Mother and Pan,

Sora (aka, April)

Oh, just an FYI: if anyone should wish to contact me for a reading, please let me know.  I am in the process of designing a business facebook page, and have a current paypal account set up for ease of payment.  I do believe it is necessary to charge a reasonable fee for my time, and that is all.  :)