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)