I like to say, how we know everything in this world is through our bodies. Yes, information may be coming through to us from another place, however you name it, but here on earth in 3d world, how we know what we know is with our bodies. Our bodies are an exquisite awareness vessel. There […]
Grief
The Healing Power of Alchemy by Charlotte Elea
Alchemy is the process of distilling something into its most pure, sacred essence. It may sound complicated, but it is actually quite simple. On a physical level, it occurs naturally and passively when two disparate elements come together into the same space. As one element acts as a catalyst for the other, they both transform. […]
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Spring Anxiety Arrived Like A Lion {Kim Hageman}
I am a little afraid of spring. Feeling very Demeter here. Fear of returning, fear of change. Prospect of newness and being confronted by what didn’t get done over the winter. My own daughter will return from 3 months in Italy next month. I can literally feel Demeter’s anticipation, waiting for her girl Persephone to […]
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Lessons on Loneliness {Lauri Ann Lumby}
I have had many conversations with fellow mystics on the topic of loneliness. As mystics we ARE different from the norm, usually pretty far-left of center. Many find it difficult to relate to or understand us. Others are hesitant to draw near because of the light we shine on the love they are, which they […]
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To the Beautiful Mourner – Isis the Weeper that Transforms {M. Isidora Forrest}
This is a gift the priest/ess brings before the Beautiful Mourner, Isis the Weeper Who Transforms: an invocation offering of mourning. I offer You, Isis, my mourning for there is nothing else I can do with it. How is it that something so empty can be called pain-full? I am abandoned in an ocean of […]
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New England Past and Present Merge {Mary Petiet}
“Hello, Hello!” An insistent voice outside the dining room door. A man calling, the voice unrecognizable in everything but its urgency. I poke my head through the door. Silence. Trees still, no breeze, no birdsong. Summer evening shadows gather in silence. There is no man, no one to claim that strong voice. The New England […]
