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Baby Baptism

I created a baptismal ritual for Henry that my partner helped me carry out under the full moon. I opened the circle with salt, sage and a knife, lit a candle and incense and read the following invocation/blessing/prayer, during which I baptized Henry with water, then blessed him with a crystal and lotus oil. I closed the circle by walking it 3x while ringing a bell to thank and dismiss the entities who attended us.

Baptism Ritual for Henry:

Hail to the Guardians of the Above, Below and Within, the Neteru of Egypt: Isis, Nepthys, Bast, Anubis, Osiris, Ptah, Khosu, Nekhbet-Mother-Mut, Set, Horus, Hathor, Khnum, Nut, Geb, and Ma’at. We ask that you evoke the power and potential of Henry’s spirit, that he may fulfill the Divine Plan and be a blessing to all he meets.

(Face North) Hail to the Guardians of the North who hold the foundations of the Earth. We ask the Earth to connect Henry with pas wisdom, with beauty, with peace, and with the season of change.

(Face East) Hail to the Guardians of the East, sender of the winds. We ask the Air to give Henry access to enlightened communication, words of power, music, poetry, and laughter.

(Face South) Hail to the Guardians of the South who hold the Sacred Flame. We ask that Fire to activate the power of protection, faith, confidence and courage within Henry’s life.

(Face West) Hail to the Guardians of the West, Keepers of the Seas. (Baptize) We ask the Waters to attune Henry to the divine energies of the multiverse: the Buddha Nature, the Christ Consciousness, Krishna Vision, the Violet Flame, Reiki, Yggdrasill, Luna, Gaia, and the Golden Light within which we all merge as ONE.

(Bless with lotus oil & quartz crystal)
May he find his voice,
May he speak his truth,
May he walk the spiral path of the soul warrior with love, compassion,
wisdom, courage, faith, patience and forgiveness for himself and others.
May we as his parents guide him from the enlightened perspective of our Higher Selves.
May we be transformed by the sacrifices we make into our Best Selves.

I ask the gods and goddesses, Bujddhas and bodhisattvas, Earth, stars, angels (Gabriel, Michael, Uriah the Healer and the rest), fairies (especially Princess Aquazephyr and Foxy’s family), Saint Germain, MAlachi and all enlightened beings to bless and lead us each day of our lives.

Amen, amen and amen.
So mote it be.

June 7, 2012 at 7:32 pm 1 comment

Wisdom from the Goddess Aeronwen

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As I sat before my altar, intoning OM repeatedly, the image of a raven I have there seemed to come alive. I followed it as it flew through mist and over water, then over an ancient forest, where a dove rose up to meet it. The birds dove to the ground and my spirit followed. They perched on a large boulder while I looked around at the nearby cave, lake and surrounding forest, waiting to see what would reveal itself to me.

I didn’t wait long before a tall woman with long black hair, wearing a shining white dress appeared to me. She introduced herself as “The Lady of the Lake,” and I recognized her from a past-life flashback that I’d had earlier this year.

Let me break briefly from my description of this meditation to describe her and our relationship to you:
Aeronwen is a goddess of fate who determines which side wins in battles. She is sometimes associated with Agrona and Morrigan. The raven is sacred to her as is Glyndyfrdwy, Wales, where there is a shrine to her on the river Dee. The name of this location can be translated as “Water of the Goddess.” Allegedly, human sacrifices were offered to her through drowning.

In a vision I had earlier this year, it was revealed to me that many of my lifetimes ago, I was the daughter of a cheiftain, engaged to our tribe’s fiercest warrior who I loved passionately. We were engaged to be married, but our tribe (who lived near Aeronwen’s sacred site) and those around us and our way of life were threatened by Christians invading our lands. One night as I slept, Aeronwen appeared to me, and told me that I could single-handedly save my tribe, my father and my lover from the invaders – at least for a period of several decades, when my father would have passed on and my lover would have passed into old age. The only way this could come to pass, however, was if I sacrificed myself in the lake, allowing myself to drown. When I woke, I shared my dream with my father, and he agreed that it was a true vision, though the idea of my sacrifice saddened him deeply. Knowing I could save my people, I went to the lake and plunged in, forcing myself to let my body sink into the dark water. As I passed from that life, the goddess appeared brilliantly before me, leading me to the heavens.

So when she appeared to me in this recent meditation, I recognized her immediately. She asked me if I remembered meeting her before, and I responded that I did. She then directed me to sit before a small pool of water near the cave, where she wanted me to scry. At first, all I saw was my face and her’s over my shoulder, but then I saw the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, where a seabird who’d landed there looking for scraps had tangled its wing in some plastic and couldn’t break free. Moved with compassion, I prayed for the bird’s freedom and watched as the plastic dissolved and the bird flew away. Then, the vision shifted and I saw a turtle lower down in the patch, swimming through the toxic water, looking for a safe place to go.

As I watched this, the goddess spoke to me, saying that I must not let go of my vision to change the world for the better or to allow myself to think that I am powerless to do so (as I’d been thinking just the day before this happened). She told me to remember that love and passion are the only things that will change the world for the better and that I must be as passionate about helping my human and animal families now as I was about saving my tribe when I sacrificed myself to her. Our animal friends, she said, are adapting as best they can, but they need help from humans to clean habitats, change laws and teach respect for all forms of life.

I thanked her for her wisdom and guidance and the scene disappeared from my mind’s eye and once more I was back in front of my altar.

November 5, 2011 at 6:41 pm Leave a comment

Moon/Light


September 8, 2010 at 10:37 pm Leave a comment

My Morning Prayer

Source, keep my channel clear.

Gaia, keep me balanced.

Spirit, lead me like a child in right thoughts, right words and right actions.

I invoke the love, wisdom and power of my higher consciousness to guide me in the plan,

To illuminate, inspire and clarify my mind,

To transform, transmute and stabilize my feelings and emotions,

To energize, vitalize and heal my physical body so there is a normal flow of energy through my being today and every day

To attract to me all those I can truly help and to attract to me all those who can help me in any way.

I give thanks for the love that fills and surrounds me,

Knowing I am loved unconditionally by a benevolent universe,

My mind full of light, my heart forever grateful, I am pure creative potential.

Guided by my heart, I apply love and wisdom to all I say and do.

I am divinely guided, in touch, blessed and loved.

I ask the gods and goddesses, Earth and stars, angels and fairies and other beings of light

To assist and guide me for the highest good.

Amen, Amen, Amen.

August 26, 2010 at 7:13 pm 4 comments

Morning & Evening I Give Thanks

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My focus of late, has been to keep myself centered in a place of spiritual listening and heartfelt gratitude. To that end, I’ve started praying EVERY MORNING, which I never chose to make a habit before.

I’m also trying to be more consistent with daily meditation. I’ve tried many meditation techniques and styles, but I finally discovered what process is best for me. I center myself with breath, imagine roots growing out of my base chakra into the Earth and then imagine a halo of light around my head and body, pulling me up to the light of Source, where I have been consistently greeted by my beautiful Krishna and Quan Yin (who I’ve loved for a long time and finally brought her into my home with a beautiful statue that reminds me of her grace). I greet them, listen to their gentle advice – always JUST the thing I need to keep in mind to stay centered that day – and enjoy the beautiful garden they tell me is my true home.

A few days ago, after I had heard them speak to me, I was preparing to end the meditation when they took me by the hands, smiling with pleasure, and told me they had a surprise for me. Of course, it was who I wanted most to see: Clarissa, my future daughter @ the age she most often appears to me (about 6ish). She was swinging in the garden and she was very happy to see me as well. She kept asking when we would finally get to be together and I had to just tell her I don’t know, but I hope it is very soon. (Sometimes being psychic is a very odd experience). She has appeared in my daily meditations since, usually just popping in to tell me she loves me. I’m not sure I can describe quite how that makes me feel.

Besides meditation, I have started keeping gratitude lists. I took a slim blank book I had on hand, decorated it and have been filling the inside with lists. Every evening I sit down and write out what I am grateful for that day, be it people, feelings, nature, abstract concepts or the gods. I know it is helping me to have an attitude that praises what happened throughout the day, and going to bed with a grateful heart, I think, helps me to wake up “on the right side of the bed.”

July 8, 2010 at 6:18 pm Leave a comment

Faerie Ring

I made myself a crown to facilitate talking to the faeries. It’s made mostly of dried roses.SANY0576

September 15, 2009 at 6:40 pm Leave a comment

Blessing Like Ammachi

The following passage is from Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio. If you’re a woman and have never read this book, you don’t know what you’re missing:

“Ammachi is a woman from India who comes to America and has these ashram things. The first time I went to her ashram thing, I had no idea what it was about. I saw a bunch of mostly white people dressed in white clothes who bugged me with their “Oh, I am so very holy and drink herbal tea constantly” vibration.

“But the music was amazing.

“Ammachi sat in the front of the room on a bunch of pillows. Musicians, attendants, children and flowers surrounded her. Thousands of flowers, like when Princess Diana died. She sat there with her eyes closed, and chanted. Probably, she was meditating. Wearing a flowing white sari, she was covered with chiffon, silk, everything soft and whispery. I figured she understood the concept of an ashram far better than I, so I did the same as her. Closed my eyes, sat and listened.

“This lasted a long time, but like in a dream, I don’t know how many minutes and hours passed.

“Then there were the rustling sounds of people standing up. I opened my eyes. Everyone was forming a double-file line that led to Ammachi.

“My friends told me she was gonna bless people, so we queued up. The line was very, very long, snaking throughout the entire large building we were in. If it had been a line at the post office that I absolutely had to stand in for some reason or another, I woulda sold my soul to the person in front to give me cuts. But this line was different. The music and nice quiet felt good. Being blessed by an incarnationg of the Goddess is also much more alluring than overnighting IRS forms.

“Before I knew it, I was next.

“An attendant led me to her and kinda helped me kneel down right. Ammachi seized me gently – if you can imagine that – and pulled me into her lap. She cradled me, murmuring sweet chanting sounds into my ear. Her body engulfed mine and I relaxed – almost melted – into her. My face buried in her shoulder and neck, I breathed in her smell.

“This is when I really, truly started to freak on the wonder of Ammachi. After holding hundreds of people in this manner, you would think she’d start to kinda stink. I was nowhere near the beginning of the line. The sun set and went down, down, down, down to Australia while I stood in that line. A lot of people were in her arms before me, but the woman smelled like flowers. Not perfumey at all. Like if you covered every inch of your bedroom floor with freshly cut bouquets of jasmine, gardenia, roses, yacinth, carnations, sweet peas and freesia is what she smelled like. And this smell wasn’t coming from the flowers around her, it exuded from her skin, the fabrics of her sari and veils. It filled my whole body, permeated my pores. Her smell made me so giddy the attendant had to help me stand back up again. She stared deeply into my eyes and pressed flower petals and chocolate kisses into my hand.

“I stumbled away like a drunk.

“For a whole week afterwards, my entire apartment smelled like Ammachi. Everywhere I went, I smelled her smell. Walking down the street with one of my friends, the smell of Ammachi would assail me. I’d go “Damn, do you smell that?” And my friend’d go, “Car exhaust? What?”

“As Ammachi’s smell faded from my life, I started thinking about what happened when she blessed me.

“It was the first time in my life I felt loved. Physically, emotionally, psychically, spiritually, deeply loved from the epidermis of my skin that featured a couple of ugly zits, to the core of my heart that is still traumatized by the death of my brother, abortions, meanspirited lovergirls and other nasty hurts. It is a consciousness-broadening freak-out to feel love in this way.”

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I want to be like Ammachi – not in particulars, but in general – I want to love so deeply it pours out of me in a physical scent manifestation.

I have a vision of myself radiating light, warmth, comfort and the scent of roses, past judgement, past fear and full of gentle power.

March 31, 2009 at 2:55 pm 2 comments

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