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See what I see~*~ Book of Shadows ~ Yoga ~ Sequoia Pagan Alliance March 2005
Sat, Mar. 5th, 2005 11:39 am

You scored as Paganism. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion.
















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Sat, Mar. 5th, 2005 11:36 am

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Fri, Mar. 4th, 2005 10:01 am

Happy International Women's History Month. Here is a nice meditation to greet the Goddess.

Greeting the GoddessCollapse )


Mon, Feb. 21st, 2005 01:31 pm

One of my biggest dilemmas regarding spirituality is how to help Dylan find his path when he is older.  I mean, I'm sure he will, regardless,  Anyways, since I'm so unsure about my own spirituality, I'm nervous that I won't be able to give Dylan a foundation.  Maybe that's the biggest reason for this new need to find a more defined path for myself.

  But at the same time, before I realized what church actually meant, I really loved being a part of a community like that.  I got to get dressed up and play with my friends...it was a nice time.  I guess I want Dylan to have a community too.  I'm not sure why I feel that he should have a spiritual community though.  I don't want to push anything on him, I just want to give him a foundation, and show him that spirituality, whatever you believe, can be a beautiful and grounding experience.


Wed, Feb. 16th, 2005 09:48 am

excerpt from The Holy Book of Women's Mysteries by Szuzsanna Budapest

"In the True Beginning, before the Judeo-Christian Genesis, the Goddess was revealed to her people as the Soul of the Wild... "

The Dianic TraditionCollapse )

by  Wendy Andrew


Mon, Feb. 14th, 2005 11:27 pm

"I have found that the more we care for the happiness of others, the
greater is our own sense of well-being."
-- His Holiness, The 14th Dalai Lama


Mon, Feb. 14th, 2005 08:40 am

14 February
Juno Februa/Vali/St. Valentine

St. Valentine's Day is a festival of love that amalgamates the Pagan traditions of Rome and northern Europe.  It is also dedicated to the Norse deity Vali, the archer god, son of Odin, and to Juno Februa, goddess of love.  The festival begins after sunset on 13 February.  Girls should decorate their pillows with five bay leaves, to dream of their lover and husband-to-be.  In England, on this day an arch of brambles is carried to banish unwelcome spirits.  In Scandanavia there is a tradition of running labyrinths on this day.


Mon, Feb. 14th, 2005 07:52 am

Thank you for listening.  I have a really hard time articulating what I feel, so bear with me.

A bit of background.. My parents were Episcopalian and I was even an acolyte (those candle-lighting/wine pouring young people.)  Starting around age 10 I began to feel very mislead by my parents , and I resented being forced to stand up at the altar all pious and still like a fricking statue when I hated the preist and what he was saying. When I got older my parents wanted me to become confirmed.  I always wanted to please them, so I said I'd go to the classes and learn about it.  I didn't go to many classes.  In one of the first classes, the priest told us that our religion was the only true religion, and everyone else is evil and going to hell.  I raised my hand.  I told him that I believed that everyone's religion was right for the person who held that individual faith.  I said that it didn't make them bad or evil, it was just different.  I still can't believe I had the nerve back then, at 12...I was VERY shy before high school.  I think I still am shy, I just suppress my shyness.  Anyway, the priest turned very very red and started screaming at me.  I'm not even sure what he said, I was too scared and pissed off.  I ran out of there and hid in the bell tower for the rest of the class until my mom came.  I told her I was never going back and I wasn't being confirmed.  Thankfully, she just said "ok."  I guess she could tell that I was prepared to fight her tooth and nail if she asked me to go back there.  I never went to that church again.

I started doing rituals with candles and robes, reading my poetry in the dark to myself, burning insense...I even wore a crystal around my head like a crown.  I felt so beautiful and at peace.  When I got older, I started feeling like my friends would think I was crazy or weird--you know how important that is when you're in adolescence-- so I stopped doing my rituals and just wrote poems for myself.

I love the Earth and Nature.  Whenever I go out into the natural world, I go very slowly, looking at everything around me.  I like to collect what I call treasures.  Ever since I was little I've gathered small treasures; stones, seeds, shells, leaves, pinecones.. from the places I go.    I have always loved to go out into the woods and sit quietly, listening and feeling the power and quiet energy around me.  I've never doubted that there is a higher power, but I could never put a specific name to it. The closest I could come to a name was Life or Nature. I just felt it in everything around me.  These are my beliefs.  They seem simple to me, and I see them as a foundation.  This is why I have started to search for something more, something to build on what I know in my heart.


Sun, Feb. 13th, 2005 03:22 pm
Have you ever noticed that writing interesting things comes so much easier when you're depressed or in love?  I wrote the strangest poetry when I was crazy...well, I'm still crazy, just happier now. :)  And I'm still in love, I'm just busy. 


Wed, Jul. 21st, 2004 11:37 am

Sometimes I write about things I have done, I guess in the hope that recognizing it will keep me from going back. This is not now, this was another life...

The blood ran warm, a satin stream, surging down her arm; full of life, full of pain, full of truth. She swallowed as she let her head fall back. She closed her eyes as a peace only pain could create flooded over her. She sighed, and knew that this time it was over. The ache in her heart, in her arms and her legs had run out like a poison with the blood that left her body. No one would understand if they knew. They would call her ungrateful, just as she screamed at herself with pursed lips as she stared into the mirror late at night.