ה' אדר א' תשס"ט
I don't recall much about my dream last night, but these ticklers of it I do remember (which I wrote down during the night last night after waking up and before going back to sleep):
*before and after, the difference is in the magic letters.
*the key is in the wooden box of Celtic knot design in which I am storing the resins I will be using to prepare the first two ritual treasures for WITCHCRAFTS by Liorah Lleucu, namely dragon's blood in pomegranate seed oil and petrified amber in pomegranate seed oil.
*I rode a magnificently beautiful crocodile down a luminous river (nahar hashamayim [river of heaven], rechovot hanahar [garment of heaven], sha'arim hashamayim [gates of heaven]) whose 'water molecules' were made of pure sparkling crystals of light.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
ה' אדר א' תשס"ט
ה' אדר א' תשס"ט
In follow-up to my earlier entry Messengers of the Black Goddess, where a strong east wind saved me from being swallowed up in an ocean of molten earth:
The Divine will battle for you ... then the Divine said to her there ... by the sea [of molten earth], held back through a strong east wind of the Night [Black Goddess], to pass through upon dry ground ... Shemot 14:14-22
where the earth divided, [facing east] molten on my left, solid ground on my right.
Four Winds From The Lips Of A Song
Ketoret Samim And Ketoret Zarah
ד' אדר א' תשס"ט
In my dreams Thursday night, within the eastern (תפארת) sky (שמיים), I encountered a black tornado hosting through bright sunny skies. This odd tornado of the bright sunny skies caught my amazement, delaying by critical moments my return to a house that disappeared into an oceanic fire of molten earth.
The unique tornado in my dream was not associated with an approaching dark storm. Instead, it kept me safe and led me to Lily, a shining black pearl standing alone amidst an endless bare desolation.
If the black tornado was not connected to an approaching dark storm, the question then must be asked - what is it connected to? Clearly, it is connected to the feminine mysteries of witchcraft, specifically to the mysteries of the Black Goddess.
In the Underworld Tradition of Celtic Witchcraft, sylphs are the air elemental found in "high places such as mountains and high buildings, or in a hosting as a tornado, dust devil or cyclone."  Sylphs are elementals associated with "motion, extension, opening of ways, breath and life." The sylphs in my dream are messengers of the Black Goddess.
Consequently then, we can see that the mysterious and beautiful Black Goddess opened up my way of escape from fires which disintegrate material form, from murderous destruction, and from those who seek to illegitmately possess my magic power. Into me She breathes the breath of life.
 The Faery Teachings, Orion Foxwood
Friday, February 27, 2009
ד' אדר א' תשס"ט
Last night I had several complex dreams, awakening a little between each. There was only one person from my real life in any of these dreams.
First Dream - Lily and Me
I was in living in my parents' house. A deep rumbling commotion outside stirred everyone inside to go out and investigate what was going on. I was first to come out, and stepped down off the back porch looking toward the east. Everyone else had come out behind me and was still standing on the porch. There was a huge black tornado coming straight for us. Everyone else ran back inside to seek shelter. But I noticed something odd and remained outside - the sky was not dark and stormy like it usually is in tornado-producing storms. On the contrary, the sky was bright and sunny behind the thick blackness of the tornado. I hesitated to run back into the house. I wanted to behold this odd sight just a wee bit longer, to take it in, to see it, to capture the vision of it in my mind - this rather extraordinary phenomenon.
After I snapped out of my amazement, I started back toward the porch to seek shelter against the tornado inside the safety of the house, but it was too late. The house had disappeared. Then I realized that this was truly no ordinary storm. In fact, it wasn't a storm at all. Some extraordinarily rare event was happening. Cataclysmic even.
The ground glowed bright orange as the molten innards of the earth came up to the surface, breaking through from north to south. I hopped over toward the area of earth in the yard that was still dirt-like and solid. Toward the north of me, the ground buckled like a molten ocean horizon to horizon, rolling with molten earth - all around me everything that I once could see had disappeared. There was only molten earth to the north of me and bare desolate earth to the south of me. I needed to go south to get out of the molten danger zone before the molten area advanced to underneath my feet. Still in the yard, I turned toward the southern bare desolation - the only safe direction to travel. As it had stood in the driveway, was my jet black car, just waiting for me. The surface of the earth had changed, but my jet black car still stood solid and unchanged, beautiful as a shining black pearl. It was just me and Lily now, there was nothing else left in this part of world - everything else had vanished.
I woke up, and then went back to sleep.
Second Dream - The Doorpost, Agents of Destruction
It started in the old post office by the old library in my hometown. There was a gang of insane killers who gruesomely murdered people for the thrill of it. Their hatred of me had driven them insane. They started their murderous spree in the old post office, stabbing and hacking people to death in the back offices. In stabbing those they stabbed, they were trying to find me and felt that they were stabbing me through the people they stabbed.
Dee, the receptionist at work, was the receptionist at the old post office. When she heard the screams of those in the back, she altruistically ran back to try and fight the murderers off and save any that might not yet have been murdered. But Dee was overpowered by the murderous insane gang and met the same fate as the other victims. [I think in this dream, Dee symbolizes for me all that is sweet and nice and good and truly altruistic, because that is how she is in real life and that is how she acted in the dream. She had no concern for herself - her only concern was to save those being attacked. She was willing to face the possibility of her own likely death in a futile attempt to save others. Her name is also symbolic of the letter 'd' - dalet of 'door']
Though I had not been in the back offices, somehow I witnessed all this through the veil in the air. I retreated back from observing through the veil before the murderers 'saw me seeing' remotely and came to know where I was, I hoped.
Then, I was in the college town to the west of my hometown, hiding from the murderers among a small crowd in a college cafe. The murderers stormed into the cafe, stabbing everyone, including me (although they didn't recognize me as the one they were looking for). I was stabbed multiple times, but had not been fatally stabbed or as hacked as some of the others. I lay crumpled in a corner, remaining still as if dead. I was still alive, but the murderers didn't realize it. They continued stabbing and hacking up the others who tried to get away from the stabbing. Those who tried to avoid the blows and were successfully murdered. I took the blows as if dead, and lived. When the murderers were 'sure' everyone was dead, they left. The police came in, and I indicated that I was still alive.
The dream changed such that I had recovered from the injuires I had received during the cafe massacre.
Now, the gang was heading to a little town east of my hometown to murder and I knew it. Having survived them, I had a psychic connection through which to follow them. I was going to stop them somehow. I didn't know how yet, but I knew they had staked out a small family-owned country store. I saw them murder a young man on the street who happened upon them as they were staking out the little store. They were checking out the landscape, to go back to their den to devise the most gruesome and frightening plan of attack. They liked terrifying and torturing their vicitms.
I had to do something! but I didn't yet know how to stop them. I got into the back seat of their getaway car to try to hear the details of their plan as they made it. When they came back to the car, they didn't see me there. They didn't discuss their plan either. On the way to the car, they had grabbed up another young man to murder.
I was suddenly moved to securely behind the veil again. The gang drove to and went into a house in the small town. It was a big nice house belonging to a relatively wealthy family in the area. They murdered the entire family. One young dark-haired woman, the daughter of the father of the family, caught my admiration as I observed through the veil. Even though she knew it meant a more torturous death for her, she stood and faced the leader of the gang face to face, with a fearless defiant expression on her face. I tried to come through the veil to help her by pulling her back through the veil with me, away from them, but I couldn't get through. She was stabbed to death, after they cut her face several times as she stood defiantly with regal honor. I vowed to remember her, and to stop the gang in memorial to her.
I woke up. I went back to sleep.
Third Dream - The Day The Devil Came Out
I was in my house. My house didn't look like any house I've ever lived in and the town was none I've ever lived in. The 'city powers' wanted to repossess my house and to take it away from my 'husband' and I. My 'husband' was not at home. I was being evicted.
My house had been an exquisite house, but having received the eviction notice from the 'city powers', I had disassembled the structures which had made it so highly magical. I took the parts with me so that when I was forced out and when the 'city powers' took it over, they could not benefit from anything in my house. I left.
At some point after I left but before the 'city powers' had come in, my 'husband' had come in 'remotely', working from afar, to destroy things in the house so that the 'city powers' couldn't derive benefit from the house. The 'city powers' were angry that we had removed the 'power of the house' and wanted to arrest me for destruction of 'their' property. They summoned me back to the house to charge me.
Now there were invisible animal spirits in the house. The 'city powers' blamed me for the animal spirits crying out in the house - they were going insane! I wondered why the animal spirits were going insane. I focused to understand the cause.
At the north end of the empty house, outside the house, there was now a vacuum of existence surrounding the house, creeping closer to manifestation. In the vacuum outside, against the outer walls of the house, were myriads of big black bugs like the flesh-eating scarabs in The Mummy movie. At night, the scarabs would crawl over the outside walls of the house and the noises they made were driving the animal spirits insane. Presently, the scarabs only came out at night, but they were advancing into the inner reality of the house and would soon penetrate it even during the day. I made the 'city powers' see the scarabs advancing into the day reality of the house, the day reality they (the 'city powers') were in. They freaked and ran out, yet still determined to arrest me for destroying the value and magic power of the house.
As they were freaking out, I broke free from them and ran around the corner into a shadowy subway-like alleyway. As I realized they were still freaking out in front of the house and not following me, I stopped running and saw a door in the concrete wall to my left of the subway-like alleyway. Someone was knocking on the door. I went over to it and opened it. The 'Devil' came out. He was dressed in all black. He had come to help me. I smiled and now felt safe. My friend, the 'Devil' went to tangle with the 'city powers' on my behalf. Everything was going to change now, for the good.
I woke up.
Whew! What a night. Oddly, in none of these dreams did I feel the emotion of fear.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
ג' אדר א' תשס"ט
This morning at department head stand-up meeting, before we got started my boss blurted out to me "I had a dream about you last night! It was a nightmare!" She laughed. Then she told us all her dream (er, I mean nightmare):
I was driving the car with she (my boss) and alot of other people in it. She said I was driving 'like a bat out of hell', zooming and zipping and speeding along 'like a bat out of hell', over bumps (as everybody bounced up and down in the car), zig-zagging around curves and construction sites like maneuvering through an obstacle course, and leaving other cars behind in the dust. She said in the dream her heart was pounding and she kept screaming "Lori! slow down! slow down!", but I wouldn't slow down. I just kept on going and going and going.
Pretty soon, my boss said, she could see that we were fast approaching a big black bottomless pit. She thought for sure that we'd plunge off the edge and fall into the big black bottonless pit. Her heart was palpitating, she said. Everyone was bouncing over the bumps as I was driving 'like a bat out of hell' and also started screaming "Lori! slow down!" but I kept on going and kept speeding on toward the big black bottomless pit - 'like a bat out of hell" ... and, I jumped the big black bottomless pit and landed safely on the other side of it. My boss then woke up, she said.
You should have been there to hear it. My boss told the story of her dream about me with such drama! Everyone was cracking up. They know how I am. A quiet reserved type but relentless.
Today our administrator treated us all to lunch at one of the best restaurants in the area because we all did so well last month. We took the company bus. After we loaded up, I assured my boss that I wasn't driving the bus. We all cracked up.
Ok, so I am a bit driven at work. But, I don't like to work overtime, so I'm not that driven! I advocated the hiring of a second nurse to help with the nursing assessments and private pay caseload (which we have an unusually high number of at our facility) rather than work all the overtime to do it all myself. I do set some boundaries. When I'm at work, I work hard and diligently to meet deadlines. I have many deadlines in my job working with Medicare data. I have to be relentless to get it done on time, to do it accurately, and to maximize our reimbursement rates. But, I go home on time and don't take my work home. When I'm at home, my time is mine, only mine. And I jealously guard my personal time.
I really like the group of people I work with. They're so cool.
Monday, February 23, 2009
ל' שבט תשס"ט
Today at work I did of spot analysis of my performance as the MDS Coordinator there - and wow! what I found.
Comparing January 2009 (when I was MDS Coordinator) with January 2008 (when someone else was MDS Coordinator), my facility's percentage stats for our Medicare population:
* our overall average Medicare CMI (case mix index) increased by 5%
* our overall average daily Medicare rate (dollars per day per resident) increased by 10%
* our extensive services + rehab RUG (the highest-paying RUG category) days increased by 42%
* our extensive services + rehab RUG revenue dollars increased by 57%
Say wow! with me.
We have a very small Medicaid population, but our total per diem Medicaid rate has also increased, by 7%.
And the best part of all this, is that I have documentary proof for every single IV I claimed which drove our Medicare revenue to increase by 57%. Every single one of them. I am relentless about getting the extensive services documentation. The local hospital's IT department created a special report just because their nursing staff got tired of being bugged by me to fax me copies of the IV medication administration records on every new Medicare admit we got from them.
I hope this is a good sign for my own little business venture's success (WITCHCRAFTS by Liorah Lleucu).
Posted by Lori at 8:13 PM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
כ"ח שבט תשס"ט
This past shabbat morning (parshat Mishpatim) I woke up to find a light snow had finely blanketed the ground. Cold outside but toasty inside, I pulled my cover shawl further up onto my shoulders over my white flannel poet's gown, got a glass of juice, and entered cozily into the day.
Early this Sunday morning, I dreamt a dream of heavy snow covering the ground outside.
The heavy snowdrifts in the dream were a few feet high. It was evening nighttime outside. In the dream, my 'husband' and his friend were preparing to take our three kids and his friend's three kids snowmobiling in it. (None of the people in this dream are from my real ordinary life.) The kids had alot of high-octane energy in them, and I needed to reorganize things in the house from all their playing together. So, I bundled them all up and off they went to joyride among the snowdrifts with the two dads. The littlest child - my daughter, about a year or two old - I had bundled up especially well as her little body was more likely to be bitten by the cold. I didn't really think she should go with them, but the dads wanted to take all the kids on the ride.
As my 'husband', his friend and the six children rode the snow, after seeing them take off on their ride outside, I retreated back into the warmth of the brightly lit house to tidy up the mess that naturally comes when active kids are around - only with these kids, it was an unusually high-energy untidiness. Nothing was dirty, but untidy it surely was.
Walking from the kitchen door toward the inner part (פנימה) of the house, through the dining room, I noticed on the floor was laying the large skeleton key (על-המפתח) I usually kept on a shelf in the closet. I picked up the skeleton key and put it into my right pocket (נצח).
I started to tidy up, but some intuition caused me to turn, change my direction (פנה) and head back outside to investigate. Wanting to play in the snow rather than ride the snowmobile, some of the older children had gotten off the snowmobile to do that while the others rode. I noticed that in the northeastern (ו, Issachar, Sanhedrin) corner (פינה, פינותיו) of the property, by the driveway shared by several homes and the public ditch in the front yard, stood a whitish but darkly dressed spirit figure. I knew immediately what he was - he was the spirit of death and he was trying to lure the children off my private property onto the public portion of the property where he stood. He wasn't frightening to see. He was rather benign-looking actually as he stood there talking friendly talk with the kids. But, I knew that if any of the kids stepped off my private property into the public domain in which he stood, they would be lost to the spirit of death.
I walked over to them and made them come back into the house. The spirit of death turned and passed away (פנו).
I woke up, remembering that the key is in my pocket.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
כ"ו שבט תשס"ט
Gavrielah (Thoughts Of A Jewitch) is a convert to Judaism interested in Jewitchery, but she has a concern regarding an oath she made at her conversion:
I accept Judaism to the exclusion of all other religions, faiths and practices and now pledge my loyalty to Judaism and the Jewish people under all circumstances.
She is wrestling with the idea that incorporating practices of other earth-based spiritualities into her Judaism might make her an oathbreaker. She writes:
Item #3 [quoted above] is the problem and makes me wonder if in stepping outside of recognized Jewish practices I'm an oathbreaker. Many rabbis and Jews would say yes including probably the ones who created that oath and the rabbi who oversaw my conversion but how much should that really count for?
Well, if Gavrielah has ever gone to a Kol Nidre service on Yom Kippur following joining up with the Jewish people and recited the Kol Nidre prayer, she is free to be any kind of Jewish person her neshamah leads her to be, including a Jewitch kind of Jew. Both Judaism and Witchcraft recognize that one's obligation to his or her unique Divine Spark supercedes to nullify her obligation to and liability for 'breaking' any religious oath to any set of religious practices, including those of Judaism.
May a vow never become a prison for your soul. Wherever your path may lead, may you be free to go.
Judaism's View On Religious Vows
Witchcraft's View On Religious Vows
כ"ו שבט תשס"ט
From my earlier entry Blooding The Cord & The Man In Black (quoted from a Crooked Path Journal article by Peter Paddon):
Not all British Traditions use a cord or cingulam, but for those who do, it has very special significance. In the Path that I follow, the cord represents the Tradition, the Coven, the lineage and the initiate's connection to them. The Guardian or Man in Black can use the cord to grasp a covener who has 'slipped away' between the worlds and bring them back to where they are meant to be.
At initiation, the Magister and Mistress will blood the cord of the new initiate, to seal the promises made. In my Path, the promises are made to teach and guide the initiate to the best of our ability, to help them find their true Path, wherever it may be, and to accept them fully to our hearth and hearts. Other Traditions have other promises, and possibly other symbolism too, but this is how we do it. The initiate also bloods the cord at that time, sealing their own promise to their Gods and their Ancestors to do their best to follow their Path, wherever it may lead them.
Take home message - may a vow never become a prison for your soul. Wherever your path may lead, may you be free to go.
Related entry - Judaism's View On Religious Vows
כ"ו שבט תשס"ט
Before sunset on the eve of the Day of Atonement, when the congregation has gathered in the synagogue, the Ark is opened and two rabbis, or two leading men in the community, take from it two Torah-scrolls. Then they take their places, one on each side of the ḥazzan, and the three recite in concert a formula beginning with the words של מעלה בישיבה, which runs as follows:
"In the tribunal of heaven and the tribunal of earth, by the permission of God—blessed be He—and by the permission of this holy congregation, we hold it lawful to pray with the transgressors."
Thereupon the cantor chants the Aramaic prayer beginning with the words "Kol Nidre," with its marvelously plaintive and touching melody, and, gradually increasing in volume from pianissimo to fortissimo, repeats three times the following words:
"All vows [כל נדרי], obligations, oaths, and anathemas, whether called 'ḳonam,' 'ḳonas,' or by any other name, which we may vow, or swear, or pledge, or whereby we may be bound, from this Day of Atonement until the next (whose happy coming we await), we do repent. May they be deemed absolved, forgiven, annulled, and void, and made of no effect; they shall not bind us nor have power over us. The vows shall not be reckoned vows; the obligations shall not be obligatory; nor the oaths be oaths."
Take home message - may a vow never become a prison for your soul. Wherever your path may lead, may you be free to go.
Related entry - Witchcraft's View On Religious Vows
Monday, February 16, 2009
I've decided to do it. I'm opening my own Etsy shoppe featuring magically-mystical items handcrafted by yours truly, me. My shoppe is WITCHCRAFTS by Liorah Lleucu.
I haven't stocked it with any items yet - it will officially open with a small initial stock on March 29, 2009. These are the categories of items I am currently planning on carrying in WITCHCRAFTS -
Artisan Smudge Wands
Herb & Resin Chest
No online stock yet - but visit my new shoppe anyway! Remember, opens March 29 - [Nissan 4, Raven 4] - a gateway to the mysteries of business!
I hope I can figure out how to take good pictures of my items by then. First, I think I need to get a camera or something. Any suggestions about photographing items for sale is greatly appreciated.
I need to order some professional shoppe labels, professional bottle sealing wax and a few wax stamps (maybe a pentacle, a magen David and a Celtic knot to begin with). Ohhh, this is going to be such fun work! A labor of joy!
כ"ב שבט תשס"ט
This news item made me want to throw up. I am so tired of the 'flash and dance' mentality, which in this case, seeks to take advantage of other peoples' desperate situations. Gag me with a spoon. It's not funny, encouraging or good-willed. It's called exploitation.
They're Desperate Enough To Sing For A Job
Posted by Lori at 2:04 PM
Saturday, February 14, 2009
כ' שבט תשס"ט
Early this shabbat morning before sunrise, I came awake. As I was waking, I saw the sounds of two words as they burst into my consciousness - namely:
zendel (זן-דיל pronounced zen-dil)
gezereig (גזר-הגג pronounced gezer-hegg)
I got up and wrote the words down before going back to sleep. This morning, the message in the magic words comes alive.
זן - species, strain, variety, type
דיל - deal, agreement, something for something, an equal exchange, a substitution
גזר - divide into pieces, cutting, decreeing, Temple elevation, removing
הגג - maximum, top (reward and punishment)
Taken together, the two words come together in my mind to mean 'species which mediates and distributes maximum punishment or reward'. In other words, this 'type of Temple consciousness' mediates to support, modify or rescind Divine decree.
This 'type' of awareness exists in me.
Friday, February 13, 2009
כ' שבט תשס"ט
Last night I dreamt.
It was the early 1960's.
My seeing traveled from earth into deep space. I saw a starship coming toward from beyond our galaxy, from far far away, from beyond the boundaries of a myriad of universes unnumbered. It was a mothership bringing in 'stellar' souls to the worlds containing living beings. Our earth was one of those worlds to which was going to be delivered at least one of these stellar souls.
The mothership was going to teletransport these souls of stellar origin onto planets in our galaxy. The receiving mechanism on each planet chosen to receive one (of which there were myriads) was like a leather-like runway assembly line. This is hard to explain exactly. At the end of each receiving runway assembly line, a man assembly-line worker 'caught the key' to the teletransporting soul like pieces of little luggage at an airport, only the pieces were not luggage. They were simple every day common items. One was a small black plastic 'oil of olay' box. Beside it, another was a white plastic box (like the one I keep Q-tips in). One was a bag of movie popcorn, for example.
The correct arrangement of the little items falling out and materializing onto the runway assembly line into the correct formation was critical to the materialization of the teletransporting stellar soul into the world. The formation the items took as they came together had to be exactly right - and the man working the line knew the correct formation the items on his line were supposed to be in, but he had no clue as to the reason why. He also did not realize the magnitude of the impact his job had on the evolution of the planet. He thought his job was a menial unimportant assembly line job. He had no clue how important that which he was doing was.
The mothership hovered at the center of our galaxy of universes. Bursts of light came radiating out from it in all directions like starbursts - these were shuttle crafts containing the stellar souls. Each starburst craft contained one stellar soul. One was coming to earth.
I saw the shuttle soulcraft speeding through space from the center of the galaxy toward earth. During its journey, the man working the receiving line was distracted by some other being try to prevent the stellar soul from being able to materialize on earth. The man was distracted in conversation with this being. While the man was not watching his line but looking at the being with whom he was speaking, a few items in the end-right corner near him became jostled and out of correct formation. Oh no!
The man was interested in the conversation he was having, and though he glanced toward the line and 'rearranged' the items quickly, he did it haphazardly without concerned attention, such that he didn't get it right. Oh no! They were almost, but not quite, in the right formation.
The stellar soul wasn't going to be able to materialize on earth! Oh no!
But I saw the two items that weren't in right formation. I saw the exact two items that needed to be ever so slightly rearranged. I saw them. I knew what they were! I knew where they were supposed to be! I know how to fix it! But, at that particular moment, I had no ability to do it, for I had not yet been born.
I heard the cry of the stellar soul 'in limbo' somewhere out in our galaxy.
As I was waking up, she spoke in me, saying ... [ ... ] Mom!
[Related - The Red Thread & The Nine Mothers, One Of Witch - HT muninnskiss]
There is some secret hidden in the symbolism of the black and white boxes - for these are the two so-simple items upon which the evolution of the whole planet depends. I have the key.
“What is a Red Thread Witch?” To this question I may respond with words along the line of, “the only witch there is”.
Synchronicity - I received packages tied together with red threads in the mail today.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
י"ט שבט תשס"ט
A comment on DovBear:
What Darwin said (and subsequently the facts of biology supported him) is that monkeys and men share a common ancestor.
I actually had a dream earlier this week (Tuesday, I think) where a few (one becoming two 'brothers' initially who became a small group) ape-like creatures became increasingly able to speak when they took the path  to the house I was in. They joined my little human group on a journey, and together as a single group of humans and speaking ape-like creatures, we battled the huge horde of swine that attacked us, fighting the swine horde back with fire-blowing torches. The ape-like creatures became more human as we traveled together toward some bright horizon. Is that not cool or what?
 The initial male ape-like creature had exited a long line of various kinds of ancient animals traveling south on an ancient migration path running between my 'two houses'. He had been drawn out of the 'ancient line' by seeing the pool in the yard of the western house. I observed (looking out from the eastern house toward the western house) him splash and play in the pool's water. As he splashed and played in the water, I called to my son (who was inside the western house) to come over to the eastern house because I thought the creature might be dangerous. At that point, the ape-like creature noticed my son and followed him over to where I was in the eastern house. In the course of following my son over to where I was, he acquired the nascent ability to speak. When he arrived at the door of the eastern house, he asked to be allowed in. I consented. Then he brought forth his brother. Inside the eastern house with my human group and I, the two brothers became a small group of evolving very sweet ape-like creatures, developing a finer ability to articulate. When we left the house together (as a united clan) to set out on the 'vast journey' across time to a bright future, the creatures could articulate complex ideas and understanding, were just beginning to lose their ape-like appearance, and began to walk with a more human-like gait.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
י"ד שבט תשס"ט
In follow-up to two previous posts (Path To The Old Ones and The Final Test & The Blood Of The Ancestors), today The Wildhunt Blog and Thursday the Western Daily Press reported on "tensions at the Stone Circles":
The residents of Avebury, Britain's only village set inside a Neolithic stone circle, have reluctantly voted to back allowing pagans to camp there for their festivals - because they fear banning them would lead to "significant problems".
But people in Avebury told heritage bosses they must continue to try to solve the conflicts between them and pagan worshippers who descend on their community for equinoxes and solstices.
Residents were given three options by the trust. The first was to ban overnight camping in the large village car park, the second was to create a new campsite east of West Kennet Avenue, away from the homes, and the third was to continue to allow limited camping in the overflow car park.
The trust said results showed villagers wanted a temporary campsite. "It was felt the option of doing nothing could create significant problems," said Mr Green.
My first post concerns 'psychic pressure' (tensions) of this past week in connection to Stone Circles; the second post concerns a 'real' Greenman (Mr. Green of Avebury henge and stone circle).
Saturday, February 07, 2009
י"ג שבט תשס"ט
Last night I had difficulty falling asleep. When I finally got to sleep early this morning, around 3 AM time, I dreamt.
Pursuers were trying to capture and control me (and through me, my descendents), but I fled capture, avoided their traps, and maintained my freewill. As the Matriarch of my line, the fates of my 'children' and 'husband' were tied to mine. Though our fate was a Singular fate, 'forms' of my 'children' and 'husband' were also represented in the dream in connection to mine.
I entered a Universal religious building. The pursuers followed me into it. The course of their pursuit was altered and delayed by being in the Universal religious building (I was protected for a time by being there), but it was inevitable that I would have to face and confront in 'battle' my pursuers. My choice was to choose whether or not I would confront them from a position of strength (and be victorious) or from a position of weakness (and be defeated). To arrive at a position of strength, I had to face 'The Final Test' of my own soul.
The Final Test is an assay of worthiness and results in only one of two possible outcomes, namely life (Strength) or death (Weakness). It was within the Universal religious building, and among all those present in it as witnesses, that I entered into the decision to undergo 'The Final Test'. The witnessed decision once made was irrevocable - it was an oath, a covenant rite, and the ritual energy proceeding from it would unfold and roll out to full completion, into my death or into Strength (Life). It was a Blood Ritual - I (and my 'children and husband' in connection to me) had to survive Assay by the Blood of the Ancestors.
To do this, we had to sit in a tub containing (like a pool), and through which naturally flowed, the Blood of the Ancestors - no one but the worthy could survive sitting in it. The unworthy were entirely dissolved and consumed by sitting in it.
Again outside the Universal religious building, the pursuers pursued me. I ran to the tub of the Blood of the Ancestors. I entered into and sat down within it. A drop of my own blood fell from my fingertip as a natural thought-bare (אין) 'acknowledgement offering' of kinship recognition. My 'children and husband' did the same and 'offered' the same. The pursuers did not - they feared they would die if they entered the tub of the Blood of the Ancestors. I and my 'nuclear' family sat in the tub of Ancestral Blood, looking our motionless pursuers in the face. Then, we transformed into faery-like beings of light and 'jumped' into the bright Summerland. I was a Greenwoman and Faery Queen.
Our pursuers pursued us into the Otherworld without bathing in the Blood of the Ancestors. The main male pursuer fancied himself a Greenman - proudly leading his group into following me into the Otherworld.
My family and I went on to bliss, but the real Greenman met the man who fancied himself a Greenman as soon as he arrived in the Otherworld. The real Greenman spoke like a friend to the Greenmanwannabe and said he would give him Greenman power in exchange for possession of his body. The Greenmanwannabe eagerly agreed. The man's body was given over to Greenman and the Greenmanwannabe steadily transformed into formlessness - he and his group died in the Otherworld.
I woke up, alive with Strength.
י"ג שבט תשס"ט
This past week I've felt particularly under psychic attack. Literal happenings have contributed to this feeling, though their actual role in the psychic pressure surrounding me has been unclear. Nevertheless, right before leaving work yesterday, I was given mildly disturbing news. Consequently then, I went into this shabbat with a feeling of uneasiness and unrest.
To get to the source of and to eliminate the negative energy disrupting my shabbat rest, I enlisted the aid of my Ancestors. Simply, my spell was "help me."
A little later in the evening, I drew one card of divination from my Well Worn Path deck. That card was The Old Ones. The teaching of this card calls us to examine the foundation of our beliefs. The Old Ones of Tradition are prehuman Primal Earth spirits of the Forgotten Age in complete unity with Ancestral Memory. They stand, as a Multiplicity in Unity, as first stirrings of Human Awareness in connection with All, and in singularity as the Seed of Religious Awareness. The Old Ones call you to attention, to wonder how you have arrived where you are, to ponder where you are going, and to lead you to the Memory you now seek.
The Old Ones answered my call.
On the divination card is depicted four pale-cast standing megalithic stones with weathered faces surrounding the personal altar of Human Awareness. Faces of Living Spirits see from within the trees of the forest behind the stones, gathering around The Gathering. I lovingly placed this divination card, along with a vintage skeleton key I have, a specimen of blood root, an amber gemstone, a fava bean, and a glass skull (purchased for Samhain) on my altar in simple ritual acknowledgment of my Ancestors, The Old Ones.
Later in the evening, getting ready for bed, a vision 'startled into' my awareness. As I walked past my altar to leave the room to do something, my consciousness 'jumped' and I was seeing ...
... among The Old Ones. 'I' was both an individual megalithic Standing Stone and, simultaneously, the collective of megalithic Standing Stones. 'I' was a complete link in a timeless chain of transmission. 'I' too was an Ancestor, even in the present, to my descendents. Time was both present and absent. 'I' stood as a timeless Ancestor and as a being in time seeking my Ancestors. It was an incredible split moment in time.
My seeing originated among pale-cast Stones set among 'seeing' trees of the forest, like those depicted on the divination card. Proceeding from my origin of seeing, a path opened up before me, leading to a site of dark-cast Standing Stones (like Stonehenge) set in a clearing and standing like black shadows against the full silvery-white moon-like light of the earth. Though the ground was not raised, it was clearly a 'raised place' (גאות, geut/high tide).
I knew immediately that the Path I had come upon was a faery path  (kefitzat haderekh in kabbalah), and that the 'jump' (dilug) in consciousness I was experiencing was one example of the phenomenon known in witchcraft as Second Sight.
And now, my spirit is at rest. There is no separation between myself, my Land, my Ancestors and Divine Awareness.
 Short excerpt on faery lines/paths from The Living World of Faery (R.J. Stewart): "Faery lines may be broadly described under two headings. First are the ancient or enduring lines that are confirmed by folklore, including 'secret' lines which are known traditionally to individuals or families. Second are those which are discovered either by accident or through intent ... once you are attuned to the faery tradition you will be able to find such lines for yourself. A feary line is where power flows over and through the Land, but also flows between realms. Think as lines and paths as alive, not circuits or conduits, but living connectives ... an organic whole."
Sunday, February 01, 2009
ז' שבט תשס"ט
As I was laying down to sleep last night, one Voice of the Many made itself singularly known. It was the color of music from my new CD Blue Dream which sounded in my ear. It's message was clear - we too blood the cord of my Coven. The Underworld-Faery Tradition of my Celtic-Irish ancestors is also key to my soul, as well as are the Traditions of my Jewish and British/Welsh ancestors. These Voices of my Ancestors have clearly spoken in oath to the Coven - now a Coven of Three Bloods with a threefold cord not easily broken.