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Dublin says:
Emblazon Maiden,
Her will shall be done!
BrIght Mother,
She comes like the Dawn!
Fiery Crone,
The hearth fires burn!
Come,Come, Spring is Anon!
May all the blessings of Brigit's flame warm your heathen hearts.
In these approaching Imbolc hours may you take some time to feel the Dana stir under your feet.
May there be time to light a candle to quicken Her Spring heart.
Let joy and patience build in your youthful hearts...
From the Midwest I send my tidings, sisters. )0( Blessed Be!
posted Jan 30
El Sueño Del Buffalo says:
Here's a smudging "saumerio" mix for this year it's what is called Angelical Incense
Angelical Incense;
1. Anis Estrellado (Star Anis)
2. Mirra (Myrrh)
3. Menta (Mint)
4. Salvia (White Sage)
5. Canela - Cinammon (in powder)
Basically all of these ingredients, except for the myrrh and white sage, you can find in your local supermarket in the spices section if you don't already have them in your house. It would be preferabl to grind the myrrh and the star anis in a pil
posted Jan 6
BrainStorm Operations says:
I think we need a little more spark in the chamber. Allow us to gather, share the scroll.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did.
So cast the sail, harness the warm wind from the south and sail away from the safe harbor.
Come within the circle together and ...
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Blessed be on the Yule Afterglow.
posted Dec 23
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BrainStorm Operations says:
There are "flash-pop" moments, when behind your closed eyes, a violent wind comes ripping through your fragile soul. The dark steel grey waters of yesterday, swell on the beachheads of the here and now.
Instinctively your flight mode urges you to seek cover as you scan the horizon for shelter.
I have been the cold blast of frigid air, I have been the black waters as reflected from my intense black eyes, in which some of your deepest fears have stemmed. But I have also been the shelter and refuge that you so desperately sought.
As the deafening roar of the smoke and charcoal quietly fade into the distance, it is surreal to watch the frantic purple and crimson lighting bolts dance across the cloud filled night sky. One might say, it is difficult to explain the indescribable peace that comes from knowing that you have survived yet another storm.
When the static charges that fill the electric sky subside & the hair on your arms ceases to stand on end, most of us return to our everyday life. However I contemplate the storm, it beckons me to prepare for the deep rumbling growl of the storms of tomorrow that lie on the horizon of unknown shores.
Balance is the key. It is the wisdom that the Prophets of yesterday once spoke of. For they truly said it best with: "May the Goddess and God give you the strength to change that which lie in your powers.
Acceptance of those things which shall not be altered, and above all else....the wisdom to decipher the difference."
I could imagine the feelings of the lost fisherman as he saw the faint distant glow of the lighthouse, Just the same as the fisherman can NOT imagine the coast with out it. And for that I offer you another cycle, in many different lifetimes, as I fall in in love with you all over again on this turn of the perpetual wheel of life.
Blessed be;
St0rm
posted Jun 8