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Pagan Experince

I have enjoyed reading many of the blog posts of followers and those from the other writing communities that I have participated in. The Pagan Blog Project has been the stimulus for most of my Friday posts for the past three years and today marks the last post for this community. Jess Carlson has been wonderful as organizer of the weekly posts, providing the prompts and reminders.

When the announcement was made a few weeks ago that Pagan Bog Project 2014 would be the last year of run, I thought about how this project has served as an opportunity to gain a broader perspective of the pagan community and those things that inspire the individuals part of it. And, so The Pagan Experience was born.

Join me Monday, January 5th for the first of Monday Musings-2015. The plan is to build a writing community of weekly links for sharing from fellow writers and spiritual seekers. Each week there will be a suggested theme; although feel free to be creative!

Read more here…..

The Pagan Experience

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For most of us the turning of the Greater Wheel to the Winter Solstice (Yule) is one of welcoming the return of the Light of renewal and strength, the promise of increasingly longer hours of daylight and anticipation of warmer weather and a more outer world focused time. This change is subtle in physical form as this is also when the cold of the Winter (Northern Hemisphere) will remain for a few months more prompting us to retreat indoors as the early arrival of evening’s darkness envelopes and calls us into the warmth and light of home.

Each year, I do my work of Self, both within my Tradition (The Assembly of the Sacred Wheel) and personally to call forth this return of Light. And, I also find myself retreating more deeply into the shadows and taking refuge in its landscape of shadow; being intuitively drawn towards the deeper work of spiritual quickening, I think of this as the energy of the Hermit Key of the Tarot and my time to move into the darkened areas of my own inner landscape so that I may welcome and bring forth the Greater Light within. This is also the time of relying on my Shadow self to provide the necessary absence of light to guide me through those darkened paths in a constructive and informed way.

In all spiritual practice, the thought of the physical being holding the Inner Flame of Spirit or The Divine Spark of Light is offered up as a basic concept. The semantics may differ. The way in which this Inner Light presents itself and interacts with conscious awareness may have different ideology. And, the tools and methods used to quicken its energy may be worlds apart in intent and function, but the premise remains the same. In the space of our dark nature lay a light that is luminescent and brilliant that may be called upon to enliven and transform our spiritual and mundane pursuits. If we take it a step further, this transformation is the direct result of collaboration and embracing the dark and the light natures of our consciousness and using each as support and spiritual catalyst of the other.

This is an excerpt from an article I wrote for WitchVox. Read the Full article and accompanying poem here

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This is just a brief writing to give consideration as we go about our task of spending for the Holidays and investing time and resources in all those things that we craft to make the holiday experience one that is bountiful. Additionally, the astrological support is primed and ready as Jupiter- the planet of prosperity, gain (in particular financial) and expansion transited retrograde on Monday. With all of this spending, giving and receiving shifting into hyper drive there is much to learn from the holiday experience and we are both teacher and student in the lessons about abundance of the manifest, and more importantly those that are not.

We are all teachers as we move through this human existence. Some are formally trained and dedicated to that career, others teach as an avocation. But, the greater majority unknowingly instruct, guide and set example as they go through their mundane activities.

If we think of each person we interact with as a student; one who is taking in the essence of how we carry ourselves, what we say and what our actions display then, we become more mindful of what lessons and messages we are sending. Conversely, we ourselves are students within another’s daily interactions. We pick up clues, both subtle and overt to what lessons that individual or group is sending out.

As givers and receivers of the gifts, lessons and treasures of the interconnected nature of our existence, let us “bank” on the investment of a positive nature, make our withdraws on those things of inspiration and generously deposit into a lifetime savings of “interest” in mankind.

What will your deposits be this week?

Check out the Jupiter Retrograde at The Temple of Cosmic Spheres

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I’ve written several times on the importance of developing a personal practice and the work and efforts of fine-tuning what that practice includes and ultimately becomes. But something more is needed that will expand upon those singular and personal threads you’ve woven. That “something” is the expansive catalytic energy created by the intermingling of your ideas, philosophies and practice with that which others have crafted of their own. It is within this space of exchange, safe haven for disagreement and accord and body of enough like-minded individuals that we find the assemblage of what may be defined as a community.

By definition the word Community means:

1: a unified body of individuals as:
a: an interacting population of various kinds of individuals in a common location
b: a group linked by a common policy
c: body of persons of common and especially professional interests scattered through a larger society

2: those who have:
a: joint ownership or participation
b : common character
c : social activity and fellowship

I like these definitions because they give clue to the multiple layers that community is and the varied forms it may take. This simple word encompasses geographic location, societal conditions, historical and philosophical commonalities and interaction among varied, yet like-minded individuals. In the broadest and simplest setting it is the coming together of those with shared interests on common ground. As we narrow it down a bit more, we see that the broader community is composed of smaller groups of individuals, who have even more in common and with shared interests. Moving in closer still, we separate out into the many traditions and practices that comprise the umbrella of what a pagan community includes. And, looking closer still, we see that even within our smaller pockets of community that are our covens, groves, lodges and more, there is yet a smaller community of individuals who share the common experience of expertise, lineage or mundane life. Some may disagree with my drawing the lens in so tightly and still calling it community, but if we use these definitions above we can loosely define community with as few or as many participants as we wish.

I believe that one of the key points of distinction in what constitutes as community or not is the aspect of joint ownership and participation that is at the heart of that community. This implies that there should be a sense of co-creation at work in establishing what we identify as community; and without the active participation from all who wish to claim ownership of what has been created that cluster will soon wither and dry up. I have purposefully omitted comment on the efficacy of communal efforts, power plays and negative ego based agenda that flow as an undercurrent through all communities as this is a topic for a much lengthier essay.

If we take all of the above dynamics into consideration, finding a home within a specific community adds yet another dimension of complexity in that the individual must feel comfortable, safe and identify that home as a place of nurturance and best interest. Becoming part of a group or frequenting the same open communal activities simply out of the need to belong and falsely molding yourself to fit in is not a great option. Nor is holding on rigidly to your own beliefs and remaining indifferent to the scope and breath of others experiences a positive practice. And, in the broader sense, neither of these conditions is a good foundation for creating a strong and resilient pagan community that will stand the test of time and remain viable regardless of what pressures are set upon it.

Remember that definition of joint ownership? I would like to add responsibility to the mix as well. We are ultimately responsible for the life we breathe into our communities; the strength we lend to them and the intent we place upon them to grow in a functional and positive manner. It is our responsibility to ensure that our communities will attract the necessary energy that will move us forward as magickal workers, human beings and stewards of our lives and lands. The function of a healthy community is to be the legacy from which the next generation of seekers can draw upon and take to the next level of evolvement (or involvement).

So, with the goal in mind of finding a community that will serve both your personal needs towards growth and contribute to the ever expanding diversity of that community, finding a place that you call home within this broad spectrum can often be overwhelming in choice. This is where the adage “Know Thyself” and the time spent in personal practice can serve as anchor and scale to weigh the pros and cons to where you choose to hang your hat.

Each of us wants to find a place within community that feels right and is comfortable. A place where we can be our best and at times also be our worst and still remain accepted for who we are. This is one of the primary purposes that community serves. So, explore the offerings and opportunities to participate in summer Festivals, Pagan Pride Days, Open Rituals, Balls, Conferences and anywhere others on a similar path may gather. Meet others, share in common experience and enrich and expand your own connections outwardly. Then, drawing that lens inward, return to the space of your self and evaluate and reflect on how each of these settings felt. Who were the people that you felt most connected to? What are their practices and how do they align with your own? Do your research about those Traditions that you may not know and reach out a little more deeply, probing the waters, of those you do.

Every community has its own nuances and subtleties, many of which are not apparent until you spend some time within them. But, there is also a wealth of obvious strengths and weaknesses if we take the time to open our minds and hearts and fully engage during the time spent in the setting and among the people with whom we are communing. Take the broadest of your experience within the larger community and then narrow it down, step by step until you find the one with which you resonate the most comfortably. This may be committing formally to a group or Tradition and the community they form, adapting communal practices to your solitary practice or participating routinely in select events that completely nourish and enlivens you throughout the year.

The important thing to remember is that where you choose to make your spiritual home and the connections to that community that you weave often become the pivotal factors in how you progress along your chosen path. And, more importantly, the lessons learned from your experiences will ultimately inform what you then have to share with those whom you consider to be part of your larger community.

Definitions taken from The Merriam Webster Dictionary

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This is the final installment of X’anyuae. I hope you have enjoyed it and I appreciate your journeying with me as I attempted a new form of writing. Remember, that embedded in everything you read, write or speak that is of fantasy or fiction is a component of mystery and truth drawn up from the depths of remembering…..

X’anyuae’s breath was full and deep and had slowed to being almost imperceptible by any observing. This was the quieting and entering of the stillness. She remembered the first she was taught of the power of the stillness. It was in her Fifth Aeon of memory and she was a flurry of continuous motion. All she encountered remarked that she simply was unable to sit still and probably would never be able to master the stillness. Even her mother had chided her saying, “ X’anyuae! Stop for a moment! You are missing all of life as you hurry from one task to another. Don’t you want to be able to take into your bodies all of the experience?” “But, Mother, I am. Can you not see how still I really am? In fact, I am so still that all of my bodies are vibrating and you only think that I am moving.” She moved a slender hand gently in the air in front of her mother’s face and deliberately slowed the energy down so that her mother could see. She remembered the look of amazement on her Mother’s face and the silent gasp of astonishment as the energy fanned out leaving tracers of energy floating in an arc of tracing. It was beautiful and it was terrifying at the same time. It was then that her mother knew that X’anyuae was far in advance of many of the Fifth Aeon. From that day forward, X’anyuae’s mother never called her to be still again.

It was from this state that the greatest power emanated and X’anyuae had practiced to make the necessary adjustments and the precise measurements of energy to affect the greatest impact. She breathed deeply from a core that now resembled more of a spiraling vortex of bodies moving in rhythm and vibration in response to the surroundings. As she exhaled rings of pure white beads of light spanned around her now fully elongated body. Li’yanu said to the sister witnessing, “Aren’t they are beautiful! Like small galaxies containing star and light, breath and movement. X’anyuae is surely to be the next Vessel.

Ring upon ring layered itself ascending upwards around X’anyuae’s bodies. All forming a shaft of light reaching deep into the waters and rising high above into the blackness overhead. Her form was no longer distinct and separate and the entire chamber was held in a mist of pure white light that seemed to emanate from everywhere and yet had no traceable point of beginning. The waters moved and as the sound of X’anyuae’s tone of vibration moved through each cell of light three very large crystal points emerged from the waters forming a triangle around her. These were the crystals of working that had been activated aeons ago by the First Great Ones.

No one had seen them, and none, until now had been able to call them up from the waters. Their power was one of connection and deep healing that was created in the ancient magick long ago. As the crystals rose higher a profound silence filled the space. This was the silence of echoing time before the lands and reached into the heart of creation itself. The brilliance of light became the blackness of the before time and the image of a newly birthed planet emerged from the darkness. The form was pulsing as the surface took on different color and form. The blackness folded around it holding it in its gentle grasp.

As the patterns of evolving land took shape, X’anyuae continued to expand her light filled form, contracting and expanding in synchronicity with planet. Finally, the shape of this world took form and the vision was one of seeing the earth from the distance of space and time. X’anyuae moved her hands and extended them towards the crystals. Fans of energetic tracers moved in arcs as each of her bodies engaged in the intention. Streams of liquid light poured from the crystals and wove themselves between the layers of X’anyuae’s form. And, in a blast of pure energy the multi-streamed light was directed at the planet above. Light encircled it and it seemed to awaken every layer of its surface. The light was healing and reshaping. The light was revitalizing and the gift of its receipt would catalyze a response that was cause this planet and all that inhabited it to be infused with this light. This was the greatest echoing that could be given. This was the re-membering of the power of bodies awakened and pulsing with light.

All who were in witness of this sacred event felt the great weight of responsibility for the Work. And, all were equally fearful of the results. The echoings of this same act coursed through each. This had been tried in aeons past and the result was the loss of many lives in the rising of the waters. The Temple and the crystals had been buried purposefully, so that none would attempt this Work. The Great Mother had witnessed all that occurred and had taken into her being the great sorrow of a lost world and the hope that had been held in the great achievements of that time. The trainings were all that continued of that Work and this was only to provide the comfort of spiritual practice and healing to those whose memory was awakened. This was the safest way, or so the Great Mother thought until X’anyuae began her training.

And, as all witnessed the power and skill of the Work the fear was replaced by upholding the work. They could feel the reaction of healing on their own bodies and the echoings of the Work stirred memories deep within of a time of great knowledge of all of the magickal arts and deep connection to all that lay within the Universe. As the planet continued to be bathed in this light of quickening X’anyuae, the young woman of great gifts was no longer separate from the others. She and they were one and the Work was moving through her and them as waters that are gently poured from a Vessel of great depths.

The silence deepened and in a final burst of brilliance the chamber returned once again to its original form. The crystals were no longer visible and the light filled bodies of X’anyuae began to reassemble back into a more recognizable form. The marble glistened as though having being scrubbed to its most iridescent shine and the waters were calm and shimmering in reflection of residual light. All remained perfectly still, the after effects of the Work reverberating through cell and flesh, bone and nerves. X’anyuae stood silently at the edge of the waters, light moving through her like the steady pulse of warm blood and beating heart. Her head was lowered and her eyes were closed. She had been taught that slow and steady to gain your footing and grounding was the only way for her to transition. She breathed deeply as she lifted her head and opened her eyes slowly looking around to be sure all was restored to its presence as it should be.

There was no need for words and all who had witnessed had already left the chamber to find their own space of rest and recovery. X’anyuae began to move towards the entry and felt the pull of her bodies not fully in sync with one another yet so she walked more slowly to ease the transition. She stepped back through the archway and immediately her form took on its physical attributes of the lovely young woman who had so willingly entered the sacred chamber. Her bodies slowed and like the striking of a tuning fork; the vibration that had loosened and expanded the wave slowly came to rest as one. Li’yanu gently moved towards her, saying “Come sister. You must eat and drink something before you return to the dream Temple to reintegrate yourself.” She knew not to touch X’anyuae until the reintegration was complete and stood directly in front of her, looking into X’anyuae’s sparkling eyes and making note of a single strand of silver hair, a byproduct of the Work.

I heard the whispering amongst the Great Ones of Knowledge and they said there had never been so strong and powerful an echoing before. They said that you had passed the test and you would be the vessel of Great Light and that everything would change.” X’anyuae could feel the excitement of Li’yanu and listened patiently. She had felt the decision of the Great Mother as the first of the crystals rose and received her blessing as the sacred Mantle of the Vessel had been placed upon her once again as she called the Work into being. She had remembered the Work she had done aeons before in this Temple.

X’anyuae had been the one who had caused the loss. She had been impatient and thought she was ready. And in her over confidence, she had secretly entered the Temple and called forth the Great Light of echoing. Her bodies were not prepared and she could not hold the energy. She remembered that as the crystals rose she was so unstable a container that she panicked and in this panic the waters had risen uncontrollably. By the time the Great Mother had come, it was too late and as tears of pain and disappointment streamed down X’anyuae’s face all she heard was the lamenting of the Great Mother saying, “It was not time. Why did you attempt this without my help? What have you done, my child? What have you done?” As she moved through her many Aeons of Memory she had carried with her the lessons of the past and the vow that she would become a suitable vessel of healing and rebuilding. And, so she had waited patiently and heeded every word of direction and teaching and now, on this day in her Ninth Aeon of memory she had proven herself as an initiate.

Li’yanu continued to chatter on, but all that X’anyuae heard was the gentle voices of those who had entrusted her with this work. The loudest of all was that of the Great Mother saying, “the time of the Vessel has come. She is called X’anyuae and she will bring the HealingTimes!”.

 

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