So this morning, since the house was quiet, I thought I’d start my day off with a meditation. Not sure how much was my imagination and how much was “other” but it started me off with a smile on my face…which is a mean feat since I’m NOT a morning person.
I was in a dark dry place. A large chamber I think. I couldn’t really see. First thing I did was to stretch out my “wings” the color of tiger’s eye…unfurled them and stretch them out then let them curve gently as is their want over my head like a mini umbrella. (I can’t explain it better than that and I realize it makes no sense unless they are very long but I felt no sensation of them dragging on the floor but that is their at rest position when unfurled…and they are definitely feathered wings).
I then felt the urge to move forward. So I moved forward, hearing sand scrap the ground as I walked. Eventually I realized I was in a larger corridor. Ahead there appeared a rectangle of bright light. A doorway. As I walked, I tried to let my eyes adjust to the bright light before I got there. I would slow down but again I felt like I was urged forward, this time at a quicker pace. There was a slight worry about what would happen when I stepped out into the bright light without being able to see but trusted instinct and kept going.
I stepped out into the light, only to hear the scream of a hawk, no kite, as it dove out of the sky…seeing its claws just before it tore out my eyes. I collapsed onto my butt, out of surprise. Either before the pain registered or maybe there was no pain, I heard my self saying: “Hail Isis! Out of Amathea’s horn pour forth thy bounty.”
I found myself picked up from behind, much like one would scoop up a young child. I was settled on a maternal lap and put to the breast to nurse. I struggled with this a bit, much like any child does when surprised in such a fashion, but I became as a young child and nursed. Slowly as I nursed my eyesight returned. I looked up to find myself nursing off of Isis, with her cornrow braids and diadem, who was staring down at me with a tender smile on her face. When my eyesight was fully returned. I was set up on her cream colored soft linen covered lap, my back against her breasts. About 10-20 feet away was a male with long curling black hair and beard that looked as soft as his hair, wearing something like a white or ivory sarong around his hips. My child self immediately recognized him as “FATHER” and jumped off Isis’ lap, to her gentle amusement, ran and jumped into his arms, for a hug full of laughter and love.
I was set down and returned/realized my adult form. Isis and Zeus stood there smiling down at me, arms around each other. As I stood there looking up at them, their forms flickered between as previously described to something more modern…Isis had long black hair that framed her face in large curls or waves, dressed in a long ivory colored spaghetti strapped sheath dress of silk. Zeus was sometimes with cropped hair and beard in a business suit, sometimes with his long hair and cropped beard and sarong, sometimes in an unbuttoned Hawaiian type shirt with baggy shorts.
The meditation ended there…pretty good way to start out the day, eh?
I’ve said something like this before in various places and at various times but not as eloquently and succinctly as Ms. Dver. Thanks to her for putting my thoughts to paper…err blog!
Originally posted on A Forest Door:
Recently I was having a “spirited” discussion with someone in the comments section of a blog post about, basically, how immersed one needed to be in an ancient culture to properly practice its religion (and how virulently one must eschew all other influences….clearly, if you are familiar with my path, my answer was “not very”). Now, it’s kind of ironic, in that I spent quite some time in my early days on the Hellenic lists arguing in favor of Reconstructionism as an approach, and now I find myself having to argue against it, at least to the degree that some people are taking it. Because, the thing is, I think Recon is a very good initial methodology when approaching the gods of an ancient religion. But when taken too far, it risks fetishizing the culture – in other words, humans – rather than focusing on how best to honor the gods…
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Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis. Read or ignore as you please. Unless otherwise stated, I greet my main shrines twice a day when home and say prayers before bed. Warning: may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion. Read more…
This is the project I designed and stitched for author Jax Garren as a thank you gift. She requested Idun’s apple for her kitchen to remind her to eat healthily. A tree of life, filled with love, day and night. Check out her books as she is a terrific writer!
Just a reminder…my journal blogs are mostly for me and the few people that truly want to know what I do on a daily basis. Read or ignore as you please. Unless otherwise stated, I greet my main shrines twice a day when home and say prayers before bed. Warning: may contain rants…rants by definition are not based on logic and are solely for the purpose of clearing headspace so that I can address things in a more positive fashion.
So last night, utterly exhausted, I was wondering how to relax enough to encourage my body to work with the valerian I took and not against it. I love to use Lenormande decks for such practical purposes. Together with my homemade Witchy Lenormande and the Essential Lenormande book I managed to figure out its suggestion.
At first the reading made no sense even with the book. I got that the Scythe and Lily card were suggesting that I stitch to relax. So I started doing that. While I stitched I remembered I had laundry in the washer (House). So as soon as I finished the length of floss, I put laundry in the dryer. I then brushed my teeth, closed the day with my altars, went upstairs (Stork). As part of my pre-bed routine, I said my prayers (Cross). Funny how that all worked out, eh?
As I was trying to choke off the running of my brain gerbil, I did an exercise that I found on Facebook…an exercise that could also be interpreted as the Cross.
Tried some new homemade cleaning solutions today. Didn’t take any pictures so you will just have to take my word for it. And my word is that I’m pleased and impressed. I hate cleaning the bathroom…with a passion. We live in an area with hard water. I have two males in the house who are not exactly neat and tidy. I’ve tried many different methods of cleaning the bathroom and so far the two solutions below have been the best…though they still don’t take away the scrubbing component. They do however maximize your elbow grease.
The first is an “All in One Magic Bathroom Cleaner” from Rifles and Ruffles. I am purposely NOT linking to that site because…well their directions for making the cleaner causes a chemical reaction that causes you to loose half of the batch before you even get to use it. Knowing this they do not warn or edit their “recipe”. Only by reading the comments after the problem occurred did I find out about it. So while I want to give credit, I do NOT want you to do it that way. Listen to Aunty J…don’t do it. Also don’t use this on marble or natural stone as it will either react or cause pitting I suspect. (I haven’t assembled the cleaner in this fashion yet as I’m still using up the remaining half of the above mentioned mistake, but it should work without the eruption that I dealt with…)
- Get an industrial sized, professional spray bottle at a hardware store.
- Either in the bottle or in a bowl, add 2 teaspoons of baking soda. Slowly, SLOWLY pour in 8 ounces of vinegar. (If you do this in the bottle, it will have ounces marked on the side, no need for a measuring cup.). Do NOT go any farther until the violent reaction has abated and all the vinegar has been added. If you didn’t do this in the bottle, add it to the bottle now using a funnel.
- Now add the remaining ingredients: 4 ounces of lemon juice, 2 ounces of liquid dish soap (I use Palmolive) and 10 ounces of water. Shake until well combined.
- Use this on everything in the bathroom, even mirrors (though window cleaner is easier to wipe off). I sprayed the tub and fixtures then cleaned the mirrors. Went back to the tub, hard water marks wiped off with minimal scrubbing. The perpetual faint dirt mark around the tub wiped away (not even Scrubbing Bubbles removed that…I suspect it was again from the hard water). Did well on the ring in the toilet too. Overall I’m very pleased with this cleaning solution.
The next thing I tested is a grout cleaning paste for the mold. Even in my Rocky Mountain dry environment, I get mold despite my best attempts to prevent it. This “recipe” came from Eat Drink Eat. The solution is a 3:1 of baking soda to hydrogen peroxide. Using a tooth brush, scrub the paste into the grout. Let it sit for really nasty mold or if you like to scrub, rinse it off and apply more as needed. This took care of (or really reduced it, my shoulders got too tired to finish scrubbing the corners of the soap cubby) all of the mold issues I had.
The best thing about these solutions is that the are not hard (or as hard) on the environment or your skin as commercial chemical cleaners are. Hope they work as well for you!