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Spells work best in tandem with nature's mysterious, magical and powerful objects. Of these, the moon is number one on the list for spell-givers.
The following are some refresher notes on spells and the phases of the moon.
New Moon / Dark Moon
Just like the full moon, the new moon (or dark moon) is the most opportune time to remove things from our lives. It is usually the time when you are most powerful in spell-giving.
This is a good time to reverse spells others have cast, ideal for banishing spells and focusing on the replacement of any negative effects all around.
However, keep in mind that when asking for something to be removed, there is a void left open. Ask for something positive and fill up that space.
To prevent a waxing influence on your spellwork, the banishing spells and rituals must be done before the beginning of the new moon. The most powerful time for spells is three days after the appearance of the new moon.
Black Moon
When two new moons appear during a single month, the second new moon is regarded as the stronger of the two. This is the best time to cast spells that deal on addiction.
Waxing Moon
The time of the waxing moon to full moon is the best time to cast spells on situations and events that concerns us. The waxing moon is perfect for spellwork regarding success, protection, abundance, friendships, luck, new beginnings, and love.
The waxing moon is wonderful for good, constructive magic.
First Quarter
This is the mid-point between the new moon and the full moon. This is the time most ideal in focusing and meditating on attracting new positive things toward you. These things will grow as the moon waxes.
Waxing gibbous
This is the perfect time to focus on fruition and completion of your spellwork, and the time to focus and meditate on all the spellwork you did during the waxing phase.
This is also good to do any magical work on prophecy, protection or divination.
Full Moon
This is the time to meditate on the divine power of the universe and pray that it shall also strengthen and empower us. The full moon imparts the strongest power for all invocations and spells.
This is the time to cast your most powerful magic spells. To avoid a waning influence, cast your spells and do your rituals before the exact time of a full moon.
Blue Moon
When a month has two full moons, the 2nd full moon is deemed the stronger and more powerful. For your spells and rituals that need an extra kick, this is the time to do them.
This is also the time to meditate on your life's goals and to assess your successes and failures.
Waning Gibbous
This is the best time to banish the things we don't want anymore in our lives. Plus, it is time to meditate on cleansing and removing all negativity around us.
Last Quarter
This is the time for ending things, much like the moon going to the end of its cycle. Focus and meditate on balancing your body's energies, replacing negatives with positives.
Waning Moon
The time of the waning to the new moon is also the best time to remove unwanted circumstances in our lives. Cast banishing spells against enemies, addictions, sickness, negativity, and evil. Cleanse yourself of the things you no longer need.
Reference: http://goddesses-and-gods.blogspot.com
Have you ever heard of how people get poison/venom out of wounds? They *suck* it out. You've kinda gotta do the same sorta thing here. Alongside the treatment that the doctor/physio suggests, at a regular pace (SAY, EVERY OTHER DAY, OR THE SAME DAY EACH WEEK, ETC), you *treat* the patient yourself.
Get them relaxed (AMBIENT MUSIC, CANDLES, INCENSE, WHATEVER DOES IT FOR THEM), and get the wounded bit exposed or with just a thin covering. Without putting any pressure on the wounded bit, put your hands over it (THEY SHOULD JUST FEEL YOUR HAND SLIGHTLY). Then, repeat:
jao, bhoot, jao...
jao, churail, jao...
jao, adum-khor, jao...
jao, rakh-shak, jao...
jao, dhaint, jao...
iss aadmi ko chhorke jao,
Kali-ma ke nam meh,
kabhi vaapus mut ao,
bus, yeh mera kaam heh.
Every now and again, stop the chant and suck the air inwards. Don't breathe the air in, but turn and spit it out. This is like sucking the venom out of the wounded and releasing it out of you.
Source: http://witchnest.blogspot.com
EL OJO QUE TODO LO VE
El fara'on llevaba en su corona el ureo protector, una cobra que simbolizaba a Uadyet, la diosa del Bajo Egipto que proteg'ia al fara'on escupiendo fuego a sus enemigos. En el mito de la creaci'on de Herm'opolis se explica porque el ureo era tan poderoso.
Atum creo a sus hijos Shu y Tefnut para encontrar alivio tras tantos a~nos de soledad como 'unico ser vivo de las aguas del caos. Pero lo cierto es que no resultaron ser muy buenos compa~neros, pues acabaron escap'andose. Atum, de nuevo solo, se propuso encontrar a sus reci'en creados v'astagos extray'endose uno de sus ojos y dot'andolo de poder hasta convertirlo en una diosa, a la que se identifica como Hathor o Sejmet.
Una vez creada, Atum encargo a su hija Hathor-Sejmer que escrutase el universo en busca de se~nales de sus hijos. Cuando por fin los descubri'o, los llevo de vuelta con su padre, quien, llorando de alegr'ia, los abraz'o. Las l'agrimas cayeron entonces a la Tierra y dieron forma a los primeros seres humanos. En agradecimiento por los servicios prestados, Atum devolvi'o el ojo a su lugar de origen bajo la forma de una cobra, y prometi'o a su hija que apartar de entonces seria temida tanto por los dioses como por los hombres.Publicado por juanma en 11:19 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
S'aBADO, 7 DE MARZO DE 2009
JONSU Y LA PRINCESA DE HATTI
A finales del segundo milenio a.C., Egipto se enzarz'o en una larga guerra con el Imperio hitita que no concluyo hasta el a~no 1265 a.C. con el matrimonio de Rams'es II con la hija del emperador hitita, el rey de Hatti.
Rams'es, al que tambi'en se conoce con el nombre de Remeses, qued'o prendado de la hermosura de su nueva esposa, a la que dio el nombre egipcio de Nefrure y el titulo de "Gran esposa real". Al poco de su llegada, sin embargo, Rams'es se encontraba celebrando un festival en Tebas en honor al dios Am'on cuando llego un mensajero del rey de Hatti con la mala noticia de que la hermana menor de Nefrure, Bentresh, estaba gravemente enferma y los m'edicos hititas eran incapaces de curarla. De inmediato, el fara'on reuni'o a sus mejores m'edicos y magos, y les pidi'o su opini'on acerca de la enfermedad de Bentresh. A ver que no llegaban a ning'un diagnostico, finalmente opto por enviar a su propio medico.
Tres a~nos mas tarde, el medico regreso a Egipto. La princesa, seg'un afirmo, estaba pose'ida por unos esp'iritus malvados y la 'unica manera de curarla era a trabes de la intercesi'on de un dios. Rams'es consulto entonces a los sacerdotes del santuario de Jonsu, en Tebas, y les pidi'o ayuda. Los sacerdotes transmitieron la suplica del fara'on a Jonsu, cuya estatua asinti'o con la cabeza en se~nal de conformidad, lo que significa que acced'ia a curar a la princesa Luna, tenia que permanecer en la ciudad, as'i que los sacerdotes pidieron ayuda a la otra manifestaci'on del dios "Jonsu el exorcista de demonios".
Protegido por una serie de amuletos m'agicos prestados por su alter ego, Jonsu, el exorcista de demonios, se dirigi'o con su sequito a la capital hitita. Diecisiete meses despu'es llego por fin a su destino, donde cur'o a la princesa Bentresh. Su padre, el emperador hitita, quedo tan impresionado ante el poder de curaci'on de la estatua que se neg'o a dejarla regresar a Egipto y mando construir un santuario en su propio imperas con la pretensi'on de dudarla all'i. Durante tres a~nos y nueve meses la estatua permaneci'o en tierras hititas, hasta que el pr'incipe de Hatti tuvo un sue~no prof'etico en el que la estatua de Jonsu abandonaba su santuario bajo la forma de un halc'on dorado y se abalanzaba sobre el antes de perderse en el cielo rumbo a Egipto.
El pr'incipe supo entonces que la estatua ten'ia que regresar a su pa'is, pues, de regreso a Tebas acompa~nada de una importante compensaci'on econ'omica. Una vez en Tebas, la estatua present'o ante la otra estatua de Jonsu el bot'in hitita, con todos sus tesoros, en muestra de agradecimiento de los sacerdotes de su propio santuario en Hatti.
EDITORIAL BLUME: POR C. SCOTT LITTLETONPublicado por juanma en 12:03 1 comentario: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
S'aBADO, 24 DE ENERO DE 2009
THOT Y EL OJO DE HORUS
En un episodio acontecimiento durante el enfrentamiento entre Horus y Set, se cuenta c'omo Horus perdi'o sus dos ojos, aunque en algunas versiones perd'ia tan solo uno de ellos, el de la luna, que thot habr'ia recuperado y restituido a su lugar, acto que simbolizo la restauraci'on del orden c'osmico.
Horus se encontraba descansando en un oasis cuando Set se le aproximo bajo la forma de un cerdo de color negro y, aprovechando que su contrincante dorm'ia, le arranco el ojo izquierdo y se lo llevo m'as all'a de los confines del mundo. Cuando Horus despert'o, se veng'o cort'andole a Set los test'iculos, pero poco puedo hacer para recuperar el ojo, que parec'ia perdido para siempre. Mientras tanto, el cielo0 nocturno, privado de la luna, se sumi'o en una total oscuridad.
Fue entonces cuando Thot acudi'o en su ayuda y, en su condici'on de pacificador entre los dos dioses, escudri~no el caos mas all'a de los confines del mundo. Con la ca'ida se hab'ia roto, pero Thot recompuso pacientemente y se lo devolvi'o a su due~no. Desde entonces, el ojo de Horus se identifico con el uadyat, que hac'ia las veces de amuleto para los egipcios.Publicado por juanma en 13:03 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
JUEVES, 25 DE DICIEMBRE DE 2008
EL ESCARABAJO SAGRADO
Los egipcios se inspiraban en la naturaleza a la hora de concebir sus im'agenes c'osmicas. El escarabajo pelotero constituya una alegor'ia que ilustraba a la perfecci'on el movimiento del Sol a trav'es del cielo.El escarabajo pelotero deposita los huevos en una pelota de excremento que lleva rodando con ayuda de sus patas hasta el nido, donde los huevos, perfectamente resguardados, se incuban gracias a la acci'on de los rayos del Sol. Esta imagen ejerci'o una atracci'on irresistible en los antiguos egipcios, quienes vieron en el cielo vital del escarabajo una replica en miniatura del periplo que realizaba todos los d'ias el Sol desde que emerg'ia del amanecer, hasta que se pon'ia en el horizonte despu'es de haber recorrido durante el d'ia.
Hab'ia, adem'as, otros aspectos que reforzaban el valor simb'olico del peque~no escarabajo pelotero, como el huevo que se incubaba en el interior de cada pelota de excremento y del que sal'ia una larva, que llevo a los antiguos egipcios a deducir que el escarabajo se creaba a si mismo. El primer vuelo de la cr'ia de la salida del Sol en el horizonte, tal i como sugiere el Libro de los muertos.
Queda claro, pues, que el escarabajo pelotero era para los antiguos egipcios la encarnaci'on de Jerpi, el Sol del amanecer, y, por extensi'on, del regreso a la vida del Sol y del fara'on. Ello explica que a Jepri se le suela representar a menudo con la forma de un escarabajo navegando a bordo de una barca por encima de Nun, las aguas del caos, o incluso bajo la apariencia de una figura humana con cabeza de escarabajo.
Los escarabeos se fabricaban con materiales diversos, sobre todo piedra y cer'amica esmaltada, y pod'ian tener una funci'on puramente ornamental, adem'as de la de amuleto. En el Imperio Medio "hacia 1980-1630 a.C.", se utilizaban como sellos, y en tiempos de Amenhotep III "hacia 1390-1353 a.C.", ya en el Imperio Nuevo, se empleaban para dejar constancia de eventos destacados del reinado tallado en la cara inferior grabados y textos relacionados con ellos.
Los escarabeos desempe~naron un importante papel dentro del ajuar funerario. Casi siempre eran amuletos de fayenza "cer'amica esmaltada" azul y de grandes dimensiones, con alas, que se depositaban entre las telas que envolv'ian el torso de la momia.
Hab'ia otro tipo de escarabeos que se sol'ia colocar asimismo entre las telas que envolv'ian la momia, pero esta vez encima del coraz'on, y a estos se les dedicaba todo un capitulo en el Libro de los muertos.Publicado por juanma en 15:40 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
JUEVES, 27 DE NOVIEMBRE DE 2008
LA CREACI'ON DE PTAH
La unificaci'on dio lugar a la construcci'on de la capital de Egipto en Ment'is "c.3000 a. de C." donde el dios local, Ptah, se identificaba con los artesanos. Dado que fue all'i donde los reyes levantaron grandes templos a los que serv'ian, la antigua historia de la creaci'on seg'un Tot acabo sucumbiendo a un nuevo mito.
La estela de Sabac'on, ahora en el Museo Brit'anico, relata que el rey libio Sabac'on "c. 850 a. de C." encontr'o un "rollo de piel carcomido por los gusanos" en la biblioteca del templo de Ptah y ordeno que lo copiaran en piedra para la posteridad. La lengua es muy antigua y no parece f'acil que fuese escrita en la 'epoca de Sabac'on, lo huye sugiere que la historia es cierta.
El nuevo relato respeta casi por completo al anterior mito de la creaci'on del dios Tot, aunque los ochos demiurgos ya no aparecen. En su lugar, explica como el dios Ptah adquiri'o vida en el monte de Atum.
Lo interesante de este mito es que Ptah concibi'o ideas en el coraz'on, las considero con su razonamiento y luego las enuncio verbalmente. A medida que las palabras abandonaban sus labios se convert'ian en entidades f'isicas. Es el mito m'as antiguo de la creaci'on producto de la l'ogica, literalmente logos, la palabra pronunciada.
Fuentes posteriores, consideradas por los expertos mucho m'as ortodoxos y menos paganos, recog'ian este mismo relato con pocas diferencias. "En el principio ya exist'ia la Palabra, y la Palabra estaba junto a Dios, y la Palabra era Dios". Pocos son los que hoy en d'ia se percatan de la similitud entre la primera frase del Evangelio de San Juan y el antiguo mito egipcio de Ptah.Publicado por juanma en 12:35 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
S'aBADO, 8 DE NOVIEMBRE DE 2008
EQUILIBRIO Y CAOS
Los egipcios entend'ian el cosmos como dos tierras id'enticas que surgieron de las aguas del caos primigenio en forma de mont'iculo. M'as all'a del horizonte occidental se hallaba otro mundo, una tierra habitada por los esp'iritus o por los muertos resucitados, en que el sol brillaba todas las noches tras abandonar el nuestro. Durante la puesta de sol, los que acababan de fallecer ten'ian que enfrentarse al terror de entrar en ese reino y al posterior juicio entes de poder habitar una tierra que era una replica perfecta a Egipto, aunque sin sus problemas. Estos dos mundos eran calcos el uno del otro. Se consideraba primordial que se mantuvieran en equilibrio, o Maat, ya que si este se perturbaba, aunque fuera ligeramente, regresar'ia al instante. El 'unico puente entre los mundos era el rey quien, a diario y en secreto, recreaba la creaci'on en el coraz'on del templo. Los egipcios habitaban un mundo precario que se tambaleaba el borde del desorden, por lo que la palabra del rey ten'ia que ser obedecida para evitar el caos y la desolaci'on.Los mitos, transmitidos a los habitantes en forma de cuentos populares o canciones, confortaban a la gente asegur'andoles que las personas adecuadas estaban al mando y que su mundo estaba a salvo. Necesitaban de esta tranquilidad pues, seg'un las inscripciones, los demonios y los esp'iritus acechaban a la vuelta de la esquina. La magia, contenida en amuletos y palabras de protecci'on especiales, era muy real para ellos.Publicado por juanma en 12:27 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
MI'eRCOLES, 15 DE OCTUBRE DE 2008
OSIRIS Y ABIDO
Se cre'ia que los muertos se convert'ian en aj, o esp'iritus transfigurados, que tomaban la forma de estrellas. Seg'un las inscripciones, en el principio de los tiempos se relacionaban a Osiris con la constelaci'on de Ori'on, de la que los egipcios ve'ian el del cazador que vemos hoy.
Mucho antes de la unificaci'on de Egipto, Abido era la sede sagrada de Osiris. Los primeros reyes, originarios del sur, de Nejen, quienes tambi'en construyeron Menfis, la capital del norte, decidieron ser enterrados en Abido por ser un lugar santo. Probablemente por la 'epoca en que se construyeron las pir'amides -el Imperio Antiguo (2700-2181 a. de C)- se erigi'o un santuario a Osiris en Abido que luego cayo en desuso.
Cerca de 1500 a~nos despu'es, Setos I, segundo rey de la decimonovena dinast'ia, decidi'o renovarlo. Los obreros desenterraron el viejo santuario, hoy bajo tierra, e inscribieron su nombre en los viejos muros.
Todos los a~nos se representaba la resurrecci'on de Osiris en una serie de estancias secretas, lo que animaban a los egipcios a creer que ellos tambi'en vivir'ian despu'es de la muerte. De este modo, Abido se convirti'o en el primer centro de peregrinaje.Publicado por juanma en 12:37 Sin comentarios: Etiquetas: MITOS Y LEYENDAS DE EGIPTO
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Michael Salla is paying a price for this.
But why, and more important, to WHOM?
The questions we must answer is this: Who or what is behind P4C shift?
And perhaps more important, the ETs of Salla, Webre, Boylan or Greer are not the SAME entities. Not at all.
The differences between the EXOS show that they are NOT talking about the SAME beings.
Each one has his own mythology, his/her own lies, their own absurd statements, but...they have ONE THING IN COMMON, and that "THING " is the common hate for the word EVIDENCES.
The concept of Evidence is truly the forbidden idea.
I dont know if I am right but there is one possibility: (tell me if you think I'm right or wrong)
My idea is that Boylan' s Cult is working...know what I meant?
Boylan works with a submissive group of "BELIEVERS".
Probably, the EXOS need to reconsider the whole myth and follow the only possible path that only requires FAITH in the Guru: a Cult, a Religion.
If they want to "MAKE A LIVING " of all this, they need FAITH, no more pseudoscience and, of course, they need the "GOOD ALIENS ONLY".
Below another message from P4C about Salla's shift.
Dear Mr. Salla,
I find the nature of your latest e-mail disturbing. I thought that
the fundamental purpose of this discussion forum was to discover and
discuss the truth about ET existence, behavior and intentions (good or
bad) so that one could develop a proper course of action for
humanity's conduct with respect to ET.
If witnesses come forward with testimonies that indicate harmful
behavior and intent on the part of ET (of which there could be several
races or groups with diverging interests), I do not see how one could
simply conclude: forgive and reconcile! This reaction would be akin
to a turkey saying to his fellow turkeys: I have been taken by the
farmer to a strange place where I saw turkeys being beheaded and
unplucked. The farmer apparently did not have time to do anything with
me so he brought me back to the field but I want to report to you that
what I saw deeply troubles me about the farmer's intentions and about
our collective future. Your comment is akin to one of the turkeys
controlling the media then responding: I will post your message only
if it concludes on a forgive and reconcile tone...
Considering the amount of troubling negative evidence that has
already been gathered about ET actions and intentions with respect to
humanity, I find it to say the least troubling that you would state
your intent to exercise censorship on any testimony pointing to
harmful ET intent and behavior with respect to humans, if it does not
conclude by a forgive and reconcile message...
Sincerely,
JB
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From St. Mary Catholic Church, Chillicothe, Ohio:
Fr. Lawrence L. Hummer, Pastor
However, the guidelines for translation have been radically changed because of the institution of a group known as Vox Clara (literally, "clear voice"), which was established by Rome to oversee all English translations of the Mass worldwide in 2002. Before this the International Committee on English in the Liturgy (ICEL) had been responsible, with considerable input from local or regional bishops of a given language group. In the case of the U.S. the earlier translation adopted what was called "dynamic equivalency" in translating these Latin texts. The intention was that they not be slavishly literal, but would capture the meaning of the Latin in suitable English expression. Anyone who has ever translated anything from one language to another knows how difficult it can be to find suitable English for foreign expressions. Imagine then the difficulty of translating Latin, which very few speak people speak within the Church (let alone without) into modern English.
"Liturgiam Authenticam" insists upon fidelity to the Latin text: "Every word and concept presented in an original text must be fully accounted for within a translation, even when the language into which the text is being translated must be pushed beyond its normal limits of expression to do so."
"Liturgiam Authenticam" says further: "It is unnecessary and inappropriate to alter biblical or liturgical texts simply because some might take offense at their wording, as for example in some biblical passages that have sometimes incorrectly been criticized as depicting the Jewish people in an unfavorable light. Such misunderstandings are rightly dispelled by proper catechesis rather than by unwarranted interventions upon the text itself. If a given liturgical text is seen to require change in order to avoid misunderstandings of this nature, such a change lies within the competence of the supreme authority of the church and not of the translator." (p. 60) That would be true if everyone praying these texts were in possession of theological degrees. But the plain and simple fact is that most people are not that well versed in what we believe and what we don't. The thrust of this instruction is to say the hell with anybody who wants to prevent needless sexism or chauvinism in the texts we use at Mass. God is a male and that's the end of that! Rome has spoken; case is closed ("Roma locutus est; causa finita est").
The thrust of that statement sets back ecumenism at least 50 years, so no non-Catholic language may be used. Never mind that they may be more accurate. The New Testament itself uses the word "poterion" ("drinking cup") at the Last Supper, NOT chalice. But the revised translation insist on using the "Catholic" word "chalice," which is really a clouding of the Scriptures, not a clarification.
The sentence in question reads: "It (my blood) will be shed you and for all so that sins may be forgiven." In all of the other European languages including Italian (tutti) and German (fur Alle) the expression is "for all." We have been praying "for all" since the papacy of Paul VI. With the approved text as approved by the bishops, we are going to have to pray that Jesus shed his blood for "many" implying NOT FOR ALL, in conflict with most modern European languages, which translate the expression as "for all." It seems clear that the only ox being gored is the English speaking one. For all its outward appearances it is a double standard at best, and at worst, a slap in the face at English language scholarship.
It is precisely this issue of "passionate discussion" of the approved translations which troubles me so much because I believe the bishops have ignored important voices of dissent within their ranks, especially the recommendations of the Catholic Biblical Association, an institution the bishops use to produce the New AMERICAN Bible translation of the Scriptures, the basis for all our Lectionary readings up to now. Elsewhere in the English speaking world they use the New ENGLISH Bible translation. If therefore the Church wants to insist on the uniformity one English translation for all of the English speaking world, the bishops ought to explain why they allow different Lectionary readings, which, of course, are an intimate and central part of every Mass, called the Liturgy of the Word!
I must say the proposed translation revisions (many of them) are very troubling to me. Many of the issues are clear attempts to arrest the advanced efforts in this country to eliminate needless sexist language from the liturgy. The inconsistencies are sometimes glaring. In the Gloria, we will pray: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people ("hominibus" in Latin) of good will. But in the Creed, we will be required to pray "For us MEN ("hominibus") and for our salvation...and became MAN ("homo"). Where is the consistency? "For US" and "became HUMAN" would be perfectly acceptable and would eliminate a needless sexist barrier. And the precedent for it is set by translating "hominibus" as PEOPLE in the Gloria. Such inconsistency on the part of the bishops at such a critical moment in the life of the praying community is painful to watch.
In the end, I'm not sure what's in the poke. But if I'm intending to buy a pig, I usually try to make sure it's a pig and not a skunk. The poke needs to be opened before we buy. The laity need to be asked their opinion. The clergy need to be consulted too. And maybe we'll eventually find a pig in the poke. Right now we're all at the mercy of the bishops. We can only hope they remember what that word (mercy) means and grant us a reprieve until they get it right.
I actually asked some of my friends and respected colleagues what they thought and whether it should be shared with the parish. Below are some of their responses.
David Timbs teaches in Catholic schools in Australia and also studied with Fr. Hummer in Jerusalem. He is also a former Redemptorist priest. He had the following comments:
I share your alarm that the ICEL has been hijacked by "Vox Clara". One of the principals of this group from the beginning is George Cardinal Pell, Archbishop of Sydney. George has a DPhil in Church History but is theologically illiterate. He has little sense of consultation within the Catholic community. His former Auxiliary, Mark Coleridge, is now Archbishop of Canberra, the Federal Capital (like Washington DC). Mark holds a DSS from the PBC and for a number of years was the principal English speech writer in Rome for JPII. He is clever and well connected and I am convinced he is looking forward to seeing George off to the Curia soon and his accession to Sydney and the Red Hat that comes with it. These are two fellows to keep an eye on.
The Hierarchy to a large extent has lost consciousness of the magisterial importance of the "Sensus Fidelium". Because they have and are failing to listen to the internal challenges of faithful, concerned and educated Catholics I fear the drop off rate will escalate. We're down to attendance fractions in this country (Australia)."
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Consider the possibility that Past, Present and Future are the ever-shifting faces of a Triune Trickster. What would it mean if the past is changing even as we speak? Of course the present is ever-mercurial and that's where a myriad of mystical voices urge us to station ourselves: Be Here Now, the Eternal Now, Thisness. And we don't have a hard time with the notion of an ever-changing future (but that's mostly because our wants, needs and ideas of the future change, isn't it?). But the past, it seems to the conventional mind, is fixed and unchanging. But what if that's simply not so?
Consciousness is "a priori" AND ultimately not confined by time or the body. Time is a present reality and apparently a manifestation of Divine Power. How does it normally govern us, within the span of one life? What about "after" that life? Is incarnation necessarily forward? Is that a "trend" or a "law"? Or do we move about in consciousness based on associations and affinities, and is that why the Pagan Sages in so many cultures spoke of repeating cycles of ages? Does Time disappear, or merely change its face as our understanding changes? And what happens to the "normal" experience of Time when the soul grows in divine grace, knowledge and power? Are the Heaven of the Ancestors and the Heaven of the Gods both outside of time, or in realms where time works differently?
My perception is that our ordinary consciousness is actually a Hall of Mirrored Realities in which the source image is no more real and no more relevant than any of its reflections and inversions. There is a core consciousness that pervades past, present and future and I gno it can become more and more accessible to our active engagement.
Everything that exists inhabits Divine Infinity within and without, above and below. The universe is evenly dispersed in localized simultaneity, so that every part contains the Whole and is itself that Whole. It is always-though slippery to developmental consciousness-everywhere at once and fully manifest.
You are Divine, and everything you do affects the Whole. This is the High Magic of the Golden Age and the means of its return. Vibe on the Whole-get a grip on the hem of its garment and change the world with the power of the lifeforce that burns within you. It is that very dynamo that gave birth to the cosmos itself and to all the God/dess(e)s.
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Part 2: RELIGIOUS EXCITEMENTS
The Sights, Sounds, and Spectacles of Spurious Spirituality
By Pastor Larry DeBruyn
Exodus and Excitements
The problem being raised is not new (Read Exodus 32:1-35.). Upon their exodus from Egypt, the children of Israel were not content in worshipping a God they could not see or feel, a God who was apparently not meeting their needs. "Is the Lord among us, or not?" they asked, as they grumbled against Moses and God because of a shortage of water in the wilderness (Exodus 17:7). Not content to walk by faith and to trust the Lord to meet their needs, the children of Israel wanted tangible proof that the Lord was with them. So as they wondered and wandered, they grew increasingly restless and unsatisfied.
In spite of Mount Sinai acting like a volcano for reason of the Lord's presence (Exodus 19:18), and when later Moses delayed on the mountain and did not return to give them a "signal" report of the Lord's dealings with him, they couldn't stand the drab silence. They needed something more, something visual and exciting. So they demanded of Aaron the High Priest, "Come, make us a god who will go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us up from the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him" (Exodus 32:1).
So being the accommodating religious leader he was, Aaron took their sacrifices of praise, their jewelry, and smelted and engraved the precious metals into the image of a powerful bull. To the mass of religious voyeurs he then declared, "*This is your god,* (lit., 'these are your gods'] O Israel, who brought you up from the land of Egypt" (Exodus 32:4). Israel no longer needed to wonder if the gods were with them. One had miraculously jumped out of the fire! As Aaron explained to Moses, "I threw it [i.e., the jewelry] into the fire, and out came this calf" (Exodus 32:24).
But not only did the Israelites possess "the need" to see their gods, but also "to get high" over them. So in an act revealing the utter ungodliness of the audience-driven and seeker-sensitive approach to ministry, Aaron announced,"Tomorrow shall be a feast [a celebration] to the Lord" (Exodus 32:5). It was on his own initiative Aaron decreed this feast, for the Lord had already mandated the three feasts Israel was to observe, and this wasn't one of them! (See Exodus 23:14-17.).
So the next day, the Exodus narrative describes the frenzied excitement that built up around the entertaining image of the bull. Upon hearing the wild worship going on in the camp when he and Moses descended from the holy mount with the two inscribed tablets of stone, Joshua supposed that the celebration was "a sound of war in the camp" (Exodus 32:17). But Moses knew differently. "It is not the sound of the cry of triumph, nor is it the sound of the cry of defeat," he said, "but the sound of singing I hear" (Exodus 32:18). A celebration was going on.
To explain the displeasure of God against this kind of stuff happening in the church under the guise of worship, the apostle Paul referred to this incident. To the Corinthians he explained, "Now these things were our examples, to the intent we should not lust after evil things, as they also lusted. Neither be ye idolaters, as were some of them; as it is written, 'The people sat down to eat and drink, and rose up to play.' Neither let us commit fornication, as some of them committed..." (1 Corinthians 10:6-8a, KJV).
Signs and Adultery
In working His messianic miracles, his "signs and wonders," Jesus attracted crowds (Matthew 8:18; Mark 9:25; Luke 5:19; John 5:13). Jesus exorcised demons out of afflicted persons restoring them to spiritual and emotional health (Mark 5:1-20). He caused the lame to walk and healed the sick (Isaiah 35:6; Matthew 11:4-5). He even raised people from the dead (John 11:1-46). Can it get anymore exciting than this? Expectancy built up among the Jewish people as they observed the signs and wonders Jesus worked, as He temporarily put a stop to disabilities, sickness, and death (John 21:25).In some instances, Jesus requested those He healed to keep it quiet (See Matthew 8:4; Luke 8:56; John 5:13.). But often they disobeyed Him and told others, indicating that though they liked what Jesus did, they would not listen to what He said.
The miraculous displays left many voyeurs craving for more. Jesus' miracles piqued the curiosity of many Jews. They were spectators of spectacles. This helps explain why at the height of His ministry, certain Jewish leaders came to Jesus and said, "Teacher, we want to see a sign from You" (Matthew 12:38). Signs and wonders made for good theater.
So Jesus censured the sign seekers telling them that, "*An evil and adulterous generation craves for a sign..."* (Matthew 12:39a). He then proceeded to explain that, "no sign" would be given to them except "the sign of Jonah the prophet," and that the repentant persons who had lived at the time of both Jonah and Solomon would rise up to judge them (Matthew 12:39b-42). The Jews wanted theater, but all Jesus would talk about was their guilt and the coming divine judgment. Jesus seemed to know that spectacles produced spectators, but He was looking for followers.
Question: On account of the present cravings for spectacle spirituality, how much of the "we-got-to-feel-it" atmosphere which is aroused in our worship celebrations indicates that, like Jews of His day, Jesus might consider us to be an evil and adulterous generation?
No stranger to controversy that comes from standing for God's truth amidst a multitude's cravings for show-time religion, Methodist evangelist Rev. Mr. Beverly Carradine (1848-1931) perceived that, "The whole demand for signs springs from unbelief." He then continues,
We are referring to a spirit of doubt that will not take God's word nor move forward as He directs without some peculiar display of the divine presence and power, which in our conceit we dictate to the Lord and also decide as to its fashion, form and continuance... The Lord seeks to bring His followers into a life of such faith in Him that they will not ask nor care for strange sights and sounds... If we want to please God we must throw away every doubt when He has spoken; quit asking for strange tokens and wonders; and, resting on His word, say, "No matter what happens, I believe God; and though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.
We should know that Jesus is not looking for fans, but for followers (Matthew 4:19; 8:22; 9:9; 16:24; 19:21; John 10:27; etc.). He calls us to the cross, and not to celebrations, to self-denial, and not to self-indulgence. He told His followers,"If anyone wishes to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me" (Matthew 16:24).
Self-denial is not a "feel good" experience. In fact, sin and its guilt, which lies at the heart of Jesus' atonement, makes us to feel bad about ourselves; and this may account for the reason there is so little preaching about sin and guilt in contemporary churches these days. Such a message would spoil the celebration.
But the need to be entertained not only manifested itself amongst the Exodus Israelites and the Jews in Jesus' day, but also the pagan Greeks...
To be continued...
The Truth:
"And My people are bent to backsliding from Me: though they called them to the most High, none at all would exalt Him." (Hosea 11:7)
Endnotes:
1. Rev. Mr. Beverly Carradine, "Gideon," Master Christian Library (Ages Software Version 8, Albany, Oregon, 1997) 18. Carradine's life is explained by Gene A. Long, "Time and Location Line of the Life of Rev. Beverly Carradine," (
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Roots of Asia (AG Muller 2001)
'Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,The tree of life is blooming there.' ~WB Yeats
Today's draw from the Roots of Asia Tarot by Amnart Klanprachar and Thaworn Boonyawan is major arcanum number 13-Death. This is one of the most striking Death cards I have seen. We have two curious rock formations such as sometimes seen in images of Asia, but as the eye moves down the card, you realise that the landscape looks like a woman lying on her back, arms outstretched, knees up. The knees become the mountain formations. Growing from her heart centre is a tree. Her hair streams into the water. Her body is slowly being changed from its human form and becoming a natural landscape. You get the feeling that in time, she'll have disappeared completely into the land. At the top of the card, the sky is dark and there's a glowing orb, could be either sun or moon, encircled by three rings, then the curious wispy orange sky that features in nearly every card in the Roots of Asia pack. The woman's 'body' lies in an abundance of water in rivers, pools and streams, and on the twin peaks of the mountains, there are spectacularly high and dramatic waterfalls. A mist rises over the entire scene from the water. It is a card that is both earthy and ethereal.
The element of this card that I find most appealing is the tree growing from the heart chakra. To me, it is the Tree of Life, a concept that is present in some form in nearly all world religions. The Tree of Life is archetypal to the ancient religions of the world, the ecology of tree and water reflecting the interconnectedness of life on the physical plane, and our rootedness in forces unseen. The trees roots plunge into the earth and draw on the water, its branches reach toward the heavens, all representative to me of our physical and spiritual natures. And the place where these aspects of self converge, to me, is the heart chakra. The little Tree of Life emerging from the heart chakra of the inert figure in this Death card reminds me that my essential nature is more than my physical body, and deathless.
The Divinatory Key to this card in the deck's LWB states:
"'New opportunities and transformation. Redemption through putrefaction.'"
The phrase 'Redemption through putrefaction' is unnerving. Putrefaction is not something we talk about much when we begin to wax poetical about the transformative powers inherent in the Death card, but it is an inescapable part of the process of death and rebirth. 'Putrefaction' is an ugly word. To a native speaker of English, just saying it makes you have that cloying feeling of nausea in the back of your throat, at least that's the case for this native English speaker. Putrefaction is the destruction of soft tissues in the body, resulting in the production of foul-smelling matter. It is not pretty. The figure in the card is not pretty. Her legs are turning to misshapen, melty-looking heaps. She's only got one breast left. Her arms are gone. Perhaps that miasma of mist rising up from the water is not entirely made up of freshness...And yet, there's a beautiful little green tree, topped with its own divine spark, rising from her heart, reminding us of all that we are that is beyond the confines of this limited and imperfect body, and its continuation after that body is long forgotten.
Nobody said transformation was pretty. But it IS beautiful.
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This was a reply that Sam Long just made to my post on demon possession. I didn't want it to get lost in the archives. Something that could have very well happened to it. So here it is in all its glory.
It came as a result of this post and comments.
From the reply:
If I might interject a brief comment about the interpretation of the passage from Zechariah - more than likely, "Satan" here and in the rest of the OT is not so much a personal name as a description of a being who "accuses," literally, "The Accuser" (hasatan in Hebrew). He is not necessarily an evil being, but doing his duty to preserve the holiness of God's presence and of God's "followers" (see Job).
In my estimation, we suffer from a gross misunderstanding of the spiritual world. Maybe it is my "liberal" education, or just common sense, but doesn't it strike anyone else as somewhat stretched to consider a being to serve as God's foil with seemingly similar powers and minions? And where did this being come from (please spare me from taking any OT passage or Revelation out of context)? Anyway, something to think about.
As for demon possession, I wonder if the ailments of the NT have been diagnosed and treated through medicine and counseling. Perhaps demon possession of the NT was an archaic way of describing multiple personalities or other psychological problems.
Much of the time, the entire discussion of temptation and Satan strikes me as a convenient cop-out for our inability to control selfishness. Take some responsibility people!
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COLORS: "Purple and gold"
ELEMENT: "Air"
ALTAR: "Upon cloth of purple and gold set two purple candles in gold holders, a woman's crown, peacock feathers, and eight golden stars."
OFFERINGS: "Take on a leadership position, if you are female. Follow a woman's lead, if male."
DAILY MEAL: "Whatever the women in the House want, if they can agree".
JUNO REGINA INVOCATION
"Great Queen of Heaven,"Ruler of all the Gods,"Lady clothed in light,"You name, Juno, once meant"The indwelling spirit of inspiration"That lives in every woman."And in every woman is the inner Queen"That you embody and enspirit,"The feminine hand of authority"That is Mother, and yet not mother,"That is Virgin, and yet not virgin,"That is both power and compassion,"Both beauty and strength."Queen of heaven, we celebrate your Queenship"As it gives us our inspiration;"Have mercy on us as we go through our days,"And judge us lightly in the end".
Chant:"Juno Regina Domina"
One who has been chosen to do the work of the ritual takes the crown in their hands and walks around the circle. If any woman feels moved to take on a leadership position, she can on this day step forward and kneel. The crown is placed on her head, and this is a symbol that she is asking to take on more responsibility. This offer cannot be refused, although the House Mama or Papa has discretion as to her future duties.
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ITEMS NEEDED:
* Purple (VOTIVE) candle
* Pen and paper
* Vegetable oil
* Fireproof dish
* Cayenne pepper
Inscribe the candle with your name, then draw the infinity symbol (A HORIZONTAL FIGURE 8), both above and below your name. Anoint the candle with vegetable oil and roll it in cayenne pepper. (If you hold the candle by the wick, you can avoid getting oil and cayenne pepper all over your fingers.)
Write a brief description of the situation on the paper and place it under the candle holder. Light the candle and say:
"Wax and herb, now bring me power
That grows with every passing hour.
Bring control back unto me.
As I will, so mote it be!
Let the candle completely burn down, then burn the paper in the fireproof dish. Flush the ashes down the toilet, or bury them under a tree.
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September 23, 2014 at 6pm to October 1, 2014 at 7pmOn September 24 2012 http://thirdeyecommunications.com Opened its doors to the public. This was an instrumental day within the meta community, one that will change the landscape for years to come. TEC in that last two years has worked on over 10,000 orders through our online store alone. This here is a celebration of everything we have become. It is with you, our valued friends and family that has inspired TEC to it's greatness. Throughout this week, we will bring you nothing but surprises through the act of giving.We want to thank you for being a part of our world! We will be holding special sale events all week long during our birthday celebrations, join us on these days for massive specials, giveaways, games, and much more. Make sure you RSVP and leave a comment so we can see you are a part of the festivities. We will select one of the RSVP's and comments for giveaways!There will be games in chat all week long, special claim that spirit games, coordinated collection sales events, group spell casts, and much more! It has been a long and fruitful journey for all practitioners and members of the family here at TEC. We thank you for all you have given us and we look forward to spending another 100 years with you!Schedules of games, collection sales, claim that spirit games, announcements, free giveaways, and much more will be posted here as we get closer to our one week celebration!The entire month of September will have a 50% off sale! Free shipping worldwide as always, and only at TEC!WE are also giving away the entire month free spells & spirits with orders that meet our criteria listed here!Have fun!Happy Birthday!See More
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Heart Awakenings: Channeling with Amrita
This Week's Theme: "Embracing Joy".
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A good tea-time meeting with Basil and Oswald, my deacons, this afternoon. I am a great believer in holding meetings earlier in the evening if possible. It allows chapel members to get off to their evening prayers nice and early, ready for a refreshing and godly sleep.
Today we held a planning meeting for how we will approach pastoral care. Clearly, as the minister of a chapel with a congregation of fifty or so covenanted members, I can't devote a full evening each fortnight to visiting each one personally, as I might hope. But between the three of us this can be done, provided we make additional visits on Saturday mornings and afternoons. In order to assist the process of keeping our flock spiritually healthy, I have prepared a short checklist with which we can carry out a devotional audit.
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FRISBY-ON-SOAR INDEPENDENT BAPTIST CHAPELSPIRITUAL AUDIT
WARNING - "under no circumstances are Chapel members to attempt this audit themselves. Self-auditing might lead to outbreaks of pride or spiritual depression."
1. ON THE AVERAGE DAY, HOW SINFUL DO YOU FEEL?a) Incredibly sinful (+4)b) Rather sinful (+2)c) Unable to sin (-3)d) Sinful and yet so utterly forgiven (-1)
2. WHO IS YOUR PERFECT WOMAN?a) Sarah Palin (+2)b) Sarah Jessica Parker (-3)c) Delia Smith (+1)d) I'm a woman and that's an outrageous question. Get thee behind me (+6)
3. THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND HAS ANNOUNCED IT IS TO APPOINT WOMAN BISHOPS, AND MAY EVEN CONSIDER GAY ONES. HOW FAR HAS IT SUNK IN SIN THIS TIME?a) About 6 inches (-2)b) Between three and four feet (-1)c) Buried under several miles of rock (+1)d) Deeper than the deepest reaches of the Dark Place (+4)
4. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU CONSIDERED YOUR UNWORTHINESS OF SALVATION TODAY?a) Five times or more (+4)b) Maybe two or three, when I'm feeling down (+1)c) All the time. In fact, I'm not even sure that I'm worthy to consider the question (+7)d) Nope, not once. Whatever I may be like I reckon God actually loves me (-5)
5. WHAT IS YOUR IDEA OF HEAVEN?a) Like one of Pastor Drayton's sermons, but lasting forever instead of just an hour (+5)b) Like a big party with drinks and music and everything (-10)c) Singing rousing hymns forever (+1)d) Like a quiet evening in (+4)
6. WHAT HOBBY HAVE YOU BECOME MOST INTERESTED IN LATELY?a) Praying (+5)b) Sitting quietly (+3)c) Tutting at unworthy things (+4)d) Piercings (-6)
7. THE BIBLE IS:a) The story of people losing God, and then God finding His people (-2)b) The infallible word of God, pure and incorrupt as directly dictated to his prophets and apostles (+3)c) The word of God, which can be understood clearly by any man - or possibly even woman, if her husband helps - that reads it in the Spirit (+1)d) The word of God, infallible pure and incorrupt - but too spiritual for a sinful person like me to understand without the guidance of my sincere and holy pastor (+6)
8. HOW ARE YOU?
a) Fine, blessed and in the best of spiritual health. God is so good - especially when you consider how rightfully angry he is with me (+5)
b) Filled with the Spirit, thanks, Pastor - Hallelujah! (+3)
c) Well, a bit down, I... why are you leaving so soon? (-4)
d) Worn out after a week in Brighton (-10)
9. HOW OFTEN DO YOU PRAY?
a) All the time (+5)
b) When I remember (-2)
c) Three times a day - religiously. But not religiously like it's an obligation. Oh no, it's definitely the overflowing of a grateful heart. Although I know God would be angry if I didn't. (+2)
d) I light a tea light from time to time (-10)
10 HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT SEX?
a) Well, it's a bit late, but then my husband is working shifts this week... (-100)
b) It's a gift from God but that's no reason why I should let my husband enjoy it (+5)
c) Well, if it was good enough for Our Lord... oh - it wasn't? (-5)
d) I suppose it's necessary if we're going to fulfil our duties in child-production (+10).
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and open to Her Wisdom."
26th Day of the 10th Lunar Cycle
Ruled by Hecate
Lunar Tree Cycle of Muin/Vine
4th Day of the Celtic Tree
Month of Gort/Ivy
Moon Phase: waning half
Moon rises: 2:11AM EDST
Moon sets: 4:23PM EDST
Moon in the Fixed Fire
Sign of Leo
Ceridwen's Cycle of the Moon
Luna Meditation: The blessing
of twilight.
Sun in Libra
Sunrise: 7:17AM EDST
Sunset: 7:00PM EDST
Solar Question for the Day: "Are
you doing too much and which areas
can be pruned?"
Lughnasadh (Gwyl Awst) Quarter
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October 3rd, 2010
SUN DAY - the Day of Intent, Creation and Renewal - Creation Day.. Today there are Major magickal energies for rites/Spells for Success.
THE CAULDRON
It should be remembered that the Cauldron is simply the forerunner of the saucepan. What we now consider to be a 'cauldron' used to be an everyday kitchen pot for our forebears, and would have been kept filled with steaming broth.
Today's Witches use saucepan to cook in, whether food or lotions and potions. For us the Cauldron has other meanings and uses. As with the Chalice, the Cauldron is a symbol of the Goddess. However, whereas the Chalice usually only holds wine or other drinks, the Cauldron used to contain fire, to prevent scorching carpets or the land. Leaping such a fire is a key part of many cleansing and fertility Rites. It can also hold water to act as a dark mirror for scrying, or in water rituals. A Cauldron can represent the Cauldron of Cerridwen which as the power of giving knowledge and life, or the Cauldron of Dagda, one of the four treasures of the Tautha de Danann.
When seeking a Cauldron, ensure that it is made of thick metal, usually iron, as thin metal may not take the heat of even a couple of night-lights. There are two basic styles of Cauldron: the kind designed to hang over an open fire which generally has a large handle and no legs; and the kind with 3 sturdy legs which can stand on its own, keeping the heat away from whatever is underneath. The latter is more useful unless you only intend to hang it over a hearth.
[From: Kate West's "The Real Witches' Year"]
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In further investigation, I have found a ritual in the Pagan Birthing process that is even closer to the connection with the Christian christening. After birth, the parents invite their friends and family to a gathering, not to name the baby, but this time to bless the baby. It is made specifically clear throughout the sources of my research that the blessings are not intended to bind a child within the Pagan religion. Many of the followers of Paganism were affected greatly by their parent's decisions to force their own religion upon them. The parent's of the new Pagan child do not intend to force their child into their own religion. This aspect surprised me. I was very impressed with the understanding that the parents' had for their own child's future beliefs.
The process of the blessing rituals begins with the baby being presented with the four elements of nature. Then, the godparents of the child pledge that they will protect the child for as long as they live, making sure to guide them in the right direction of life. The child is brought to a natural place of worship, such as a grove or the base of a tree. The baby's name is spoken to the four sides of the Earth and people present the child with gifts and affection.
A change could definitely result from learning about this process. In seeing the understanding of the parents towards their child's beliefs, a person may be inspired to remain open. It is a common practice in many religions that whatever religion a parent holds, is passed down to their child. If more people accepted the Pagan way of respected their child's life and goals, people would not grow up feeling suffocated by the pressures around them. I can personally say that this practice managed to alter my beliefs. I had never thought about my future children growing up to practice a different religion than myself. However, through this discovery, I understood that each individual should be treated with freedom in his or her opinions. What I hadn't thought of, which the Pagan beliefs changed, was that my future child will be their own person, and will not need to adhere to my personal beliefs.
ARTHEN, SUE CUREWITZ. "Rites of Passage. Celebration of Birth". Fire Heart, n.d. Web. 6 May 2010..
Konick, Lisa. "Welcome Your Baby: Pagan Traditions. Belief Net". Digitaria, 2000. Web. 1 Apr 2010..
"Beth's Pagan Stuff. About Paganism and Witchcraft". Beth's World of Wonders, 1997. Web. 6 May 2010..
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Spells work best in tandem with nature's mysterious, magical and powerful objects. Of these, the moon is number one on the list for spell-givers.
The following are some refresher notes on spells and the phases of the moon.
New Moon / Dark Moon
Just like the full moon, the new moon (or dark moon) is the most opportune time to remove things from our lives. It is usually the time when you are most powerful in spell-giving.
This is a good time to reverse spells others have cast, ideal for banishing spells and focusing on the replacement of any negative effects all around.
However, keep in mind that when asking for something to be removed, there is a void left open. Ask for something positive and fill up that space.
To prevent a waxing influence on your spellwork, the banishing spells and rituals must be done before the beginning of the new moon. The most powerful time for spells is three days after the appearance of the new moon.
Black Moon
When two new moons appear during a single month, the second new moon is regarded as the stronger of the two. This is the best time to cast spells that deal on addiction.
Waxing Moon
The time of the waxing moon to full moon is the best time to cast spells on situations and events that concerns us. The waxing moon is perfect for spellwork regarding success, protection, abundance, friendships, luck, new beginnings, and love.
The waxing moon is wonderful for good, constructive magic.
First Quarter
This is the mid-point between the new moon and the full moon. This is the time most ideal in focusing and meditating on attracting new positive things toward you. These things will grow as the moon waxes.
Waxing gibbous
This is the perfect time to focus on fruition and completion of your spellwork, and the time to focus and meditate on all the spellwork you did during the waxing phase.
This is also good to do any magical work on prophecy, protection or divination.
Full Moon
This is the time to meditate on the divine power of the universe and pray that it shall also strengthen and empower us. The full moon imparts the strongest power for all invocations and spells.
This is the time to cast your most powerful magic spells. To avoid a waning influence, cast your spells and do your rituals before the exact time of a full moon.
Blue Moon
When a month has two full moons, the 2nd full moon is deemed the stronger and more powerful. For your spells and rituals that need an extra kick, this is the time to do them.
This is also the time to meditate on your life's goals and to assess your successes and failures.
Waning Gibbous
This is the best time to banish the things we don't want anymore in our lives. Plus, it is time to meditate on cleansing and removing all negativity around us.
Last Quarter
This is the time for ending things, much like the moon going to the end of its cycle. Focus and meditate on balancing your body's energies, replacing negatives with positives.
Waning Moon
The time of the waning to the new moon is also the best time to remove unwanted circumstances in our lives. Cast banishing spells against enemies, addictions, sickness, negativity, and evil. Cleanse yourself of the things you no longer need.
Reference: http://way-of-witch.blogspot.com
A short story by "Paul Bowles".
When I had a house in Sri Lanka, my parents came out one winter to see me. Originally I had felt some qualms about encouraging their visit. Any one of several things-the constant heat, the unaccustomed food and drinking water, even the presence of a leprosy clinic a quarter of a mile from the house might easily have an adverse effect on them in one way or another. But I had underestimated their resilience; they made a greater show of adaptability than I had thought possible, and seemed entirely content with everything. They claimed not to mind the lack of running water in the bathrooms, and regularly praised the curries prepared by Appuhamy, the resident cook. Both of them being in their seventies, they were not tempted by the more distant or inaccessible points of interest. It was enough for them to stay around the house reading, sleeping, taking twilight dips in the ocean, and going on short trips along the coast by hired car. If the driver stopped unexpectedly at a shrine to sacrifice a coconut, they were delighted, and if they came upon a group of elephants lumbering along the road, the car had to be parked some distance up ahead, so that they could watch them approach and file past. They had no interest in taking photographs, and this spared me what is perhaps the most taxing duty of cicerone: the repeated waits while the ritual between man and machine is observed. They were ideal guests.
Colombo, where all the people I knew lives, was less than a hundred miles away. Several times we went up for weekends, which I arranged with friends by telephone beforehand. There we had tea on the wide verandas of certain houses in Cinnamon Gardens, and sat at dinners with professors from the university, Protestant ministers, and assorted members of the government. (Many of the Sinhalese found it strange that I should call my parents by their first names, Dodd and Hannah; several of them inquired if I were actually their son or had been adopted.) These weekends in the city were hot and exhausting, and they were always happy to get back to the house, where they could change into comfortable clothing.
One Sunday not long before they were due to return to America, we decided to take in the horse races at Gintota, where there are also some botanical gardens that Hannah wanted to see. I engaged rooms at the New Oriental in Galle and we had lunch there before setting out.
As usual, the events were late in starting. It was the spectators, in any case, who were the focus of interest. The phalanx of women in their shot-silk saris moved Hannah to cries of delight. The races themselves were something of a disappointment. As we left the grounds, Dodd said with satisfaction: It'll be good to get back to the hotel and relax.
But we were going to the botanical gardens, Hannan reminded him. I'd like to have just a peek at them.
Dodd was not eager. Those places cover a lot of territory, you know, he said.
We'll look inside and come out again, she promised.
The hired car took us to the entrance. Dodd was tired, and as a result was having a certain amount of difficulty in walking. The last year or so I find my legs aren't' always doing exactly what I want 'em to do, he explained.
You two amble along, Hannah told us. I'll run up ahead and find out if there's anything to see.
We stopped to look up at a clove tree; its powerful odor filled the air like a gas. When we turned to continue our walk, Hannah was no longer in sight. We went on under the high vegetation, around a curve in the path, looked ahead, and still there was no sign of her.
What does your mother think she's doing? The first thing we know she'll be lost.
She's up ahead somewhere.
Soon, at the end of a short lane overhung by twisted lianas, we saw her, partially hidden by the gesticulating figure of a Sinhalese standing next to her.
What's going on? Dodd hastened his steps. Run over there, he told me, and I started ahead, walking fast. Then I saw Hannah's animated smile, and slowed my pace. She and the young man stood in front of a huge bank of brown spider orchids.
Ah! I thought we'd lost you, I said.
Look at these orchids. Aren't they incredible?
Dodd came up, nodded at the young man, and examined the display of flowers. They look to me like skunk cabbage, he declared.
The young man broke into wild laughter. Dodd stared at him.
This young man has been telling me the history of the garden, Hannah began hurriedly. About the opposition to it, and how it finally came to be planted. It's interesting.
The Sinhalese beamed triumphantly. He wore white flannels and a crimson blazer, and his sleek black hair gave off a metallic blue glint in the sunlight.
Ordinarily I steer a determined course away from the anonymous person who tries to engage me in conversation. This time it was too late; encouraged by Hannah, the stranger strolled beside her, back to the main path. Dodd and I exchanged a glance, shrugged, and began to follow along behind.
Somewhere up at the end of the gardens a pavilion had been built under the high rain trees. It had a veranda where a few sarong- draped men reclined in long chairs. The young man stopped walking. Now I invite you to a cold ginger beer.
Oh, Hannah said, at a loss. Well, yes. That would be nice. I'd welcome a chance to sit down.
Dodd peered at his wristwatch. I'll pass up the beer, but I'll sit and watch you.
We sat and looked out at the lush greenness. The young man's conversation leapt from one subject to another; he seemed unable to follow any train of thought further than its inception. I put this down as a bad sign, and tried to tell from the inflections of Hannah's voice whether she found him as disconcerting as I did.
Dodd was not listening. He found the heat of low-country Ceylon oppressive, and it was easy to see that he was tired. Thinking I might cover up the young man's chatter, I turned to Dodd and began to talk about whatever came into my head: the resurgence of mask-making in Ambalangoda, devil-dancing, the high incidence of crime among the fishermen converted to Catholicism. Dodd listened, but did no more than move his head now and then in response.
Suddenly I heard the young man saying to Hannah: I have just the house for you. A godsend to fill your requirements. Very quiet and protected.
She laughed. Mercy, no! We're not looking for a house. We're only going to be here a few weeks more.
I looked hard at her, hoping she would take my glance as a warning against going on and mentioning the place where she was staying. The young man was not paying attention, in any case. Quite all right. You are not buying houses. But you should see this house and tell your friends. A superior investment, no doubt about that. Shall I introduce myself, please? Justus Gonzag, called Sonny by friends.
His smile, which was not a smile at all, gave me an unpleasant physical sensation.
Come anyway. A five-minute walk, guaranteed. He looked searchingly at Hannah. I intend to give you a book of poems. My own. Autographed for you with your name. That will make me very happy.
Oh, Hannan said, a note of dismay in her voice. Then she braced herself and smiled. That would be lovely. But you understand, we can't stay more than a minute.
There was a silence. Dodd inquired plaintively: Can't we go in the car, at least?
Impossible, sir. We are having a very narrow road. Car can't get through. I am arranging in a jiffy. He called out. A waiter came up, and he addressed him in Sinhalese at some length. The man nodded and went inside. Your driver is now bringing your car to this gate. Very close by.
This was going a little too far. I asked him how he though anyone was going to know which car was ours.
No problem. I was present when you were leaving the Pontiac. Your driver is called Wickramasinghe. Up-country resident, most reliable. Down here people are hopeless.
I disliked him more each time he spoke. You're not from around here? I asked him.
No, no! I'm a Colombo chap. These people are impossible scoundrels. Every one of the blighters has a knife in his belt, guaranteed.
When the waiter brought the check, he signed it with a rapid flourish and stood up. Shall we be going on to the house, then?
No one answered, but all three of us rose and reluctantly moved off with him in the direction of the exit gate. The hired car was there; Mr. Wickramasinghe saluted us from behind the wheel.
The afternoon heat had gone, leaving only a pocket here and there beneath the trees where the air was still. Originally the lane where we were walking had been wide enough to admit a bullock- car, but the vegetation encroaching on each side had narrowed it to little more than a footpath.
At the end of the lane were two concrete gateposts with no gate between them. We passed through, and went into a large compound bordered on two sides by ruined stables. With the exception of one small ell, the house was entirely hidden by high bushes and flowering trees. As we came to a doorway the young man stopped and turned to us, holding up one finger. No noises here, isn't it? Only birds.
It was the hour when the birds begin to awaken from their daytime lethargy. An indeterminate twittering came from the trees. He lowered his finger and turned back to the door. Mornings they are singing. Now not.
Oh, it's lovely, Hannah told him.
He led us through a series of dark empty rooms. Here the "was washing the soiled clothing. This is the kitchen, you see? Ceylon style. Only the charcoal. My father was refusing paraffin and gas both. Even in Colombo.
We huddled in a short corridor while he opened a door, reached in, and flooded the space inside with blinding light. It was a small room, made to seem still smaller by having given glistening crimson walls and ceiling. Almost all the space was filled by a big bed with a satin coverlet of a slightly darker red. A row of straight-backed chairs stood along one wall. Sit down and be comfy, our host advised us.
We sat, staring at the bed and at the three framed pictures on the wall above its brass-spoked headboard: on the left a girl, in the middle our host, and on the right another young man. The portraits had the imprecision of passport photographs that have been enlarged to many times their original size.
Hannah coughed. She had nothing to say. The room gave off a cloying scent of ancient incense, as in a disused chapel. The feeling of absurdity I got from seeing us sitting there side by side, wedged in between the bed and the wall, was so powerful that it briefly paralyzed my mental processes. For once the young man was being silent; he sat stiffly, looking straight ahead, like someone at the theater.
Finally I had to say something. I turned to our host and asked him if he slept in this room. The question seemed to shock him. Here? he cried, as if the thing were inconceivable. No, no! This house is unoccupied. No one sleeping on the premises. Only a stout chap to watch out at night. Excuse me one moment.
He jumped up and hurried out of the room. We heard his footsteps echo in the corridor and then grow silent. From somewhere in the house there came the sonorous chiming of a grandfather's clock; its comfortable sound made the shiny blood-colored cubicle even more remote and unlikely.
Dodd stirred uncomfortably in his chair; the bed was too close for him to cross his legs. As soon as he comes back, we go, he muttered.
He's looking for the book, I imagine, said Hannah.
We waited a while. Then I said: Look. If he's not back in two minutes, I move we just get up and leave. We can find out way out all right.
Hannah objected, saying it would be unpardonable.
Again we sat in silence, Dodd now shielding his eyes from the glare. When Sonny Gonzag returned, he was carrying a glass of water which he drank standing in the doorway. His expression had altered: he now looked preoccupied, and he was breathing heavily.
We slowly got to our feet, Hannah still looking expectant.
We are going, then? Come. With the empty glass still in his hand he turned off the lights, shut the door behind us, opened another, and led us quickly through a sumptuous room furnished with large divans, coromandel screens, and bronze Buddhas. We had no time to do more than glance from side to side as we followed him. As we went out through the front door, he called one peremptory word back into the house, presumably to the caretaker.
There was a wide unkempt lawn on this side, where a few clumps of high areca palms were being slowly strangled by the sheaths of philodendron roots and leaves that encased their trunks. Creepers had spread themselves unpleasantly over the tops of shrubs like the meshes of gigantic cobwebs. I knew that Hannah was thinking of snakes. She kept her eyes on the ground, stepping carefully from flagstone to flagstone as we followed the exterior of the house around to the stables, and thence out into the lane.
The swift twilight had come down. No one seemed disposed to speak. When we reached the car Mr. Wickramasinghe stood beside it.
Cheery-bye, then, and tell your friends to look for Sonny Gonzag when they are coming to Gintota. He offered his hand to Dodd first, then me, finally to Hannah, and turned away.
They were both very quiet on the way back to Galle. The road was narrow and the blinding lights of oncoming cars made them nervous. During dinner we made no mention of the afternoon.
At breakfast, on the veranda swept by the morning breeze, we felt sufficiently removed from the experience to discuss it. Hannah said: I kept waking up in the night and seeing that awful bed.
Dodd groaned.
I said it was like watching television without the sound. You saw everything, but you didn't get what was going on.
The kid was completely non compos mentis. You could see that a mile away, Dodd declared.
Hannah was not listening. It must have been a maid's room. But why would he take us there? I don't know; there's something terribly depressing about the whole thing. It makes me feel a little sick just to think about it. And that bed!
Well, stop thinking about it, then! Dodd told her. I for one am going to put it right out of my mind. He waited. I feel better already. Isn't that the way the Buddhists do it?
The sunny holiday continued for a few weeks more, with longer trips now to the east, to Tissamaharana and the wild elephants in the Yala Preserve. We did not go to Colombo again until it was time for me to put them onto the plane.
The black weather of the monsoons was blowing in from the southwest as we drove up the coast. There was a violent downpour when we arrived in midafternoon at Mount Lavinia and checked into our rooms. The crashing of the waves outside my room was so loud that Dodd had to shut the windows in order to hear what we were saying.
I had taken advantage of the trip to Colombo to arrange a talk with my lawyer, a Telugu-speaking Indian. We were to meet in the bar at the Galleface, some miles up the coast. I'll be back at six, I told Hannah. The rain had abated somewhat when I started out.
Damp winds moved through the lobby of the Galleface, but the smoky air in the bar was stirred only by fans. As I entered, the first person I noticed was Weston of the Chartered Bank. The lawyer had not yet come in, so I stood at the bar with Weston and ordered a whiskey.
Didn't I see you in Gintota at the races last month? With an elderly couple?
I was there with my parents. I didn't notice you.
I couldn't tell. It was too far away. But I saw the same three people alter with a local character. What did you think of Sonny Gonzag?
I laughed. He dragged us off to his house.
You know the story, I take it.
I shook my head.
The story, which he recounted with relish, began on the day after Gonzag's wedding, when he stepped into a servant's room and found his bride in bed with the friend who had been best man. How he happened to have a pistol with him was not explained, but he shot them both in the face, and later chopped their bodies into pieces. As Weston remarked: That sort of thing isn't too uncommon, of course. But it was the trial that caused the scandal. Gonzag spent a few weeks in a mental hospital, and was discharged.
You can imagine, said Weston. Political excitement. The poor go to jail for a handful of rice, but the rich can kill with impunity, and that sort of thing. You still see references to the case in the press now and then.
I was thinking of the crimson blazer and the botanical gardens. No. I never heard about it, I said.
He's mad as a hatter, but there he is, free to do whatever he feels like. And all he wants now is to get people into that house and show them the room where the great event took place. The more the merrier as far as he's concerned.
I saw the Indian come into the bar. It's unbelievable, but I believe it, I told Weston.
Then I turned to greet the lawyer, who immediately complained of the stale air in the bar. We sat and talked in the lounge.
I managed to get back to Mount Lavinia in time to bathe before dinner. As I lay in the tepid water, I tried to imagine the reactions of Hannah and Dodd when I told them what I had heard. I myself felt a solid satisfaction at knowing the rest of the story. But being old, they might well brood over it, working it up into an episode so unpleasant in retrospect that it stained the memory of their holiday. I still had not decided whether to tell them or not when I went to their room to take them down to dinner.
We sat as far away from the music as we could get. Hannah had dressed a little more elaborately than usual, and they both were speaking with more than their accustomed animation. I realized that they were happy to be returning to New York. Halfway through he meal they began to review what they considered the highlights of their visit. They mentioned the Temple of the Tooth, the pair of Bengal tiger cubs in Dehiwala which they had petted but regretfully declined to purchase, the Indonesian dinner on Mr. Bultjens's lawn, where the myna bird had hopped over to Hannah and said: "Eat it up," the cobra under the couch at Mrs. de Sylva's tea party.
And that peculiar young man in the "house, Hannah added meditatively.
Which one was that? asked Dodd, frowning as he tried to remember. Then it came to him. Oh, God, he muttered. Your special friend. He turned to me. Your mother certainly can pick 'em.
Outside, the ocean roared. Hannah seemed lost in thought. "know what it was like! she exclaimed suddenly. It was like being shown around one of the temples by a "Isn't that what they call them?
Dodd sniffed. Some temple! he chuckled.
No, I'm serious. That room had a particular meaning for him. It was like a sort of shrine.
I looked at her. She had got to the core without needing the details. I felt that, too, I said. Of course, there's no way of knowing.
She smiled. Well, what you don't know won't hurt you.
I had heard her use the expression a hundred times without ever being able to understand what she meant by it, because it seemed so patently untrue. But for once it was apt. I nodded my head and said: That's right.
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