The Rate And A Masterpiece

ז' בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 7

Two particularly good good things happened to me at work last week.

First, during our daily stand-up meeting one morning, our Administrator announced that of the organization's facilities in our financial group, our facility is the #1 most profitable this year for the organization. While the work that I do as the MDS Coordinator is not the sole determinant of that fact, the work that I do impacts that fact significantly. At the end of July, I'll have been there one year - and as for the year that I've been there, our May 2009 to date average daily Medicare reimbursement rate stands increased roughly 25% over the facility's average daily Medicare reimbursement rate for the entire year of 2008. That's a huge increase. More importantly, the RUG (resource utilization group) scores which comprise that magnificient increase are meticulously proven with documentation I keep in a file to validate and prove each Medicare RUG score. Our Director of Therapy and I work very well together to maximize our facility's reimbursement rate - as our Medicare reimbursement rate testifies. The rate trend consistently continues upward.

Second, yesterday one of our Corporate Support Specialists came to our daily stand-up meeting. She made a comment to all those present regarding the clinical care plans (like clinical action plans, sort of) I write (I also am the Care Plan Coordinator as well as the MDS Coordinator), calling one in particular "a masterpiece." She requested that I print off a hardcopy of it for her. She also requested that I do a special in-service on the clinical issue the care plan addressed. I really appreciated her comment and public recognition on behalf of the corporation of my hard work and ability.

I hope my approaching first yearly evaluation reflects these two good things that happened to me last week.

Lifetime Seal Of Protection

ה' בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 5
Yesod sheb'Malchut

I dreamt two connected dreams.

The first dream was set around the lilac bush-tree. There was a small baby creature on the ground being harassed by dogs. I picked it up and held it out of harms way, protecting it from the dogs.

The second dream, I was in the back seat of a car full of people, sitting by the passenger-side door. We were heading west on the road toward home. Up ahead, we saw what looked sort of like a cloud and sort of like a sideways tornado of some sort, but it wasn't dark like a tornado. It was an odd cloudy color. What is it? we asked one another.

As we approached, we saw that there were dinosaur-like flying creatures coming out of it. The creatures included dark flying dinosaur-like dog-like creatures. They were causing chaos and killing people in the area. A plane crashed on account of the activity in the cloud.

The flying creatures coming out of the mysterious cloud were stopping people in cars and those out in the open as well - rounding people up, killing some, setting some aside to decide later whether their fate would be death or some kind of temporary slavery to the creatures before being killed. Some of the creatures could rationally think and were not uncontrollably vicious like the flying dark dog-like creatures.

Our car was stopped by one of the creatures. We were all "checked" for ID. Those with me were given temporary clearance, and not taken out the car. One of the creatures came over to me asking for my identification information. I told the creature who I was and showed it my ID. The creature then irremovably put a sticker it had had in its hand on the clothes of my chest like a medal of honor, and then pulled a second sticker off the inside car door by which I was sitting, putting the second sticker with the first sticker. The creature told me that these were stickers of lifetime personal protection - none of the creatures, including the vicious dark dog-like creatures, could harm me on account of these ID stickers. I felt that anyone with me was also protected because to harm anyone with me would be like harming me, and the creatures couldn't harm me because I had a lifetime seal of protection.

I woke up.

Awesome Spirit Of Living Light

ב' בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 2

In my previous entry, Mitzvah Of The Bird's Nest, I wrote:

"Mama bird is used to me puttering about the lilac bush - I've taken many pictures of my items for WITCHCRAFTS around that lilac bush."

In testimony to the awesome spirit of this particular lilac bush, shown are some pictures taken of one of the handcrafted items available at WITCHCRAFTS set in that lilac bush for the upcoming midsummer sabbat of Litha. The item is the ritual oil Midsummer Balefire Liquid Light. The photos were taken around Mother's Day. Notice the exquisite 'light effect' produced in the oil embraced by the spirit of the lilac bush in distinction to the 'normal' appearance of the oil against the brightness of the sky. Click photos to enlarge and to see the full impact of the light effect.

Mitzvah Of The Bird's Nest

ב' בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 2

Last weekend, in the lilac bush outside my childhood bedroom window there were blue robbin's eggs in a nest maybe four feet from the ground - easy for me to peek into. Now are there are baby robbins in it!

Mama bird is used to me puttering about the lilac bush - I've taken many pictures of my items for WITCHCRAFTS around that lilac bush. I've watched the nest be built-up since last year, seen new eggs be incubated in it, and now I see new life live in it.

I suppose I am at this point relegated to only taking pictures from the other side of the lilac bush far away from the nest, so that the babies don't become scared and flop out of the nest.

Mama chirps at me when I come near. Yes mama bird, I know not to scare your babies.

Spell-Inducing Water

כ"ט אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 30
Gevurah sheb'Malchut

Commentary on Naso from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee: Spell-Inducing Water.

The Cave

כ"ט אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 30
Gevurah sheb'Malchut

I dreamt.

With my unseen traveling companion, I sought refuge in a dark cave. I whispered very quietly to my companion, "we are safe in here." Suddenly, as we entered deeper into the inner darkness of the cave away from the light which lit outside the entrance, I heard something. "Shhh," I whispered quietly again to my companion, "do you hear that? We're not alone in here." Someone else was also quietly whispering and hiding in the dark cave.

I woke up.

Studies In Advanced Set Theory

כ"ט אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 30

Commentary on Bamidbar from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Studies In Advanced Set Theory.

Filly Thunders From 13th Stall To Win Triple Crown Jewel

כ"ג אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 24

CNN reports of the filly who won today's Triple Crown jewel:

Filly Flies Past All-Male Field To Win Preakness

Preakness Stakes favorite Rachel Alexandra lived up to her billing Saturday, thundering past an all-male field of competitors and becoming the first filly to win the Triple-Crown's second jewel since 1924.

Rachel Alexandra's win was historic for multiple reasons and capped a run of five straight victories.

She became the first horse to win from the race's 13th stall -- the furthest from the inside of the track.

Foxnews reports:

Female Champion Wins Sixth Straight Victory

Rachel Alexandra not only ran with the boys, she beat every one of them.

Calvin Borel, who rode Mine That Bird in the Derby, switched to Rachel Alexandra and guided her to a sixth straight victory.

The only filly in the 13-horse race, Rachel Alexandra went off as the 9-5 favorite and became the first horse to win from the No. 13 post at Pimlico.

Read entire articles at links above.

Loops Of Loops

כ"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 23
Gevurah sheb'Yesod

In follow-up to my earlier entries - Midnight Sun In The Land Of Promise and Peace In The Land Of Promise - look what I just stumbled upon and purchased - this handcrafted blue Celtic Star pentacle ritual pendant of interlocking rings looped and woven together by hand!

Now it's mine! I'm as giddy as a little girl!

Peace In The Land Of Promise

כ"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 23
Gevurah sheb'Yesod

Commentary on Behukkotai from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee ... Peace In The Land of Promise.

Midnight Sun In The Land Of Promise

כ"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 23
Gevurah sheb'Yesod

In follow-up to earlier entries - Magical Joy and Sage Witch Wand - I note today a vision I had last night (during the 37th day, which is five weeks and two days of the Omer) in response to caressing the new witch Elder wand (made from the branch of an Elder tree in Wales) I received yesterday from the UK.

As I lay down to bed last night after 'oo-ing' and 'ahh-ing' over each nook and cranny and knobby knot of my new wand, I was startled by the joyfully smiling vision of myself as a little girl when I was about seven or eight years old, my life so full of promise, beaming her radiance directly at me. I was embraced by waves of joy in loops of loops, and continue today to be wholly embraced and permeated by the profound simple joy and contentment of meeting myself face to face in this Land of Promise.

In the tradition of Irish Faery Witchcraft, the Land of Promise is called Tir Tairnglre.

In Jewish Kabbalistic tradition, the Land of Promise is called Ha'aretz Hamuvtachat (הארץ המובטחת).

Here, now ... I am in it.

Magical Joy

י"ט אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 20

A brief insight for today -

Deep joy is magical ... and if a person doesn't know that, then the person has not only never experienced enduring magic, but that person has not ever experienced deep joy either.

Ketirah, Book Of The Dark Moon Jubilee

ט"ו אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 16

Commentary on B'Har from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Ketirah, Book of the Dark Moon Jubilee.

The Book Of Yashar, The Song Of Amergin

ט"ו אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 16

This evening is the full Elf Moon - and it is (like my two Beltane shaman stones) seamlessly connected to my dream Two New Chapters Of Destiny.

In British folklore:

There is a legend concerning the Buckthorn vows that if one sprinkles Buckthorn in a circle and then dances within it under a full Moon, an elf will appear. The dancer must notice the elf and say, 'Halt and grant my boon!' before the creature flees. The elf will then grant one wish.

One species of Buckthorn is Alder Buckthorn. Alder Buckthorn mystically links the feminine and masculine principles to create balance and harmony (Tiferet) within an individual. When felled, an Alder Buckthorn tree literally bleeds, turning from white to red. Resistent to rotting from water, Alder Buckthorn was often historically used to build bridges, boats and milk jugs.

The Song of Amergin verse corresponding to Alder Buckthorn is this:

I am a Tear the Sun lets fall

My unique and magical version of the Song of Amergin verse is this:

I am a Tear the Sun lets fall
with highest love abundance gently sprinkles
within my circle as magic dances
with the Sun enchanted under the full Elf Moon -
halt! I write and grant my boon!

And as I sprinkled my ritual incense on this full Elf Moon, my wish was simply this - Blessed be my family!

It is written in the Book of Yashar, and on this night the sun still stands and the moon stays.

Two New Stones, Two New Chapters

י"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 13

I just made the connection - the colors of the sea and of the tears in my dream (Two New Chapters Of Destiny) on astrological Beltane and on the 27th day in the Omer were the colors of the two shaman stones of the amulet I wrote of in Beltane Shaman Stones.

The color of the tears I cried atop the mountain were like the color of the White Quartz from Snowdonia, and the color of the sea was like the Preseli Bluestone (the kind of stone which forms the inner sanctum of Stonehenge).

Two new stones, two new chapters. The colors of my dream.

Extraordinary!

Blessed be all my Ancestors, who truly watch over me. So mote it be!

Two New Chapters Of Destiny

י"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 13

Last night, the night of astrological Beltane, the 27th day which is three weeks and six days of the Omer (corresponding to Yesod ShebeNetzach), I dreamt.

In the dream I appeared in form as when I was a young woman. I was very pretty in the dream and had several suitors from afar who wanted to marry me. They had to go through my companion to make marriage arrangements. All communications and deal making went through my ever-constant companion, who was always with me even as he negotiated with my suitors, none of whom I ever got to meet. I never heard the specifics of the negotiations, but I knew he was turning them all down.

This companion of mine was always with me, like a guardian and a guide, someone very close to me in the sense that he has always my entire life been with me. Even from before I was born, he was with me even then. And, every single day of life I've lived since I came into incarnation. This is the kind of companion he is. Mine, only mine. Like a shadow, he is my companion.

And he was turning all my suitors down! I was pretty and shapely and pure and had many, but he would have none of them for me.

Then, he announced to my many suitors that I had a brain tumor and they all backed off. None of them stepped forward to request my hand in marriage from him after that. Not one of them, even though they continued to look at me because I was still pretty and shapely and pure and not yet suffering from any effects of any brain tumor.

I didn't think I had a brain tumor, but nevertheless, nobody wanted me now as I was supposedly growing a brain tumor. Maybe I did have a brain tumor like my companion had told all my suitors, and would eventually die some hideous death on account of it. I retreated from participation in the community of people and sought solace in being alone, with my books, with nature, and just thinking.

I liked being alone, there was peace in solitude. Even though I was dying of a brain tumor, I wasn't suffering from any effects of having a brain tumor. In fact, I felt rather well and at peace in this solitude. I was still pretty and shapely and pure. But, I was still somewhat sad that I had a brain tumor. It was just a sad thing.

My companion then told me we were going on a very important trip and he took me. It was a mystical magical extraordinary book trip. Only the purest of souls could go on this kind of book trip up the mountain by the sea, my companion told me. While the unpure would fall off the winding narrow path up the mountain into the sea, I wouldn't he said. My companion took me to the top of the mountain where extraordinary books live! Only the chosen got to go.

As we were walking up the narrow winding path circling around and up the mountain by the sea with a very small group of others fit to go, I looked out and down and saw the extraordinary sea. The sea was so dark and beautiful, the waves were exquisitely formed and otherworldly yet very worldly at the same time. The air was fresh and clean and smelled of the purest sea. The whole journey marked my consciousness with the glory of the sights that I saw going up the mountain. My companion was ever there with me, behind yet leading me to go forward up the mountain.

We arrived as a group at the summit. Then each person (like myself with his or her own companion) was redirected each toward our own unique book. EACH OUR OWN UNIQUE BOOK.

The unique book each of us had been brought to the top of the mountain to see was the book in which each of our lives had been written before we had each been born and in which each of our lives were recorded as we lived them. We each had a our own unique Sacred Book Of Fate.

I held mine lovingly and gently in my hands and opened it, with my companion there with me. As I looked through it, I saw that the last two chapters of my life had been ripped out! Two whole chapters of my life were gone from my unique sacred book of fate! I wept giant white tears like milk over this. Some of my life had been ripped out of my sacred fate book!

My companion embraced me as I cried these huge white tears. It's okay, he told me telepathically. They had been ripped out to be rewritten. The two chapters of my life were wide open to be anything I wanted them to be. My fate had been removed, even though it had been a sacred and good fate. And now, the last two chapters were mine to write. The last two chapters of my life are completely mine to write.

My companion brought me to the place of Sacred Books. His arms embraced me as I wept. I had the feeling he was more elderly than I, but I love him. He is mine and the one I choose.

I woke up.

The world is different today. I feel in my heart the empty place where the two fated chapters no longer exist. Though my heart feels hollow within me, the stillness of knowing two chapters of my life are wide open to be however I want to write them fills me.

Beltane Shaman Stones

י"א אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 12

Today May 5th is astrological Beltane .. let the Beltane fires burn brilliantly within me!

I've acquired during this powerful season of Beltane a ritual gift for the only witch I personally know - me! LOL. I'll be using them as a special shaman stone set (along with the other 36 shaman stones I've collected) for my pathwork with the ancestors.

The stones are brought together as an amulet, made from a nugget of Preseli Bluestone (the stone used by the ancient Brits for building the inner sanctum of Stonehenge) from the Preseli Hills in Wales and a nugget of White Quartz from among those scattered all over Snowdonia and in the foothills to Snowdon, also in Wales. May it be a blessing and a protection for me from my ancestors. So mote it be!

The Deeper Pagan Mystery Of YHVH

י"א אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 12

According to Jewish Kabbalah, the four-letter name of God, namely YHVH (יהוה) comes from the root הוה meaning to exist, to bring into being, and to constitute.

Yet before YHVH of the Hebrew tradition there is the Goddess Iahu of pagan Sumerian tradition. Iahu in Hebrew is YAHV (יאהו), a name which translates to "his becoming". In other words, Goddess Iahu is the origin of his becoming - namely, the becoming of YHVH.

Thus, the Hebrew letters reveal the secret - the pagan Sumerian Goddess-Name Iahu is a deeper mystery and the source of the God-Name YHVH whose name means "bring into being". Importantly, from She YHVH becomes to bring into being.

In Sumerian, Iahu translates as "Exalted Dove."

Without pagan Iahu, there is no becoming of YHVH to bring into being.

Brucha at Iahu Yah Elohaynu ruach ha-olam, shehehcheyahnu vekiyimanu vehegianu lazman hazeh.

Blessed are You, Origin of all creative spirits in nature, the Great Spirit of the Universe who has kept us alive, and sustained us, and enabled us to reach this moment.

Experience Goddess Centered Kabbalah

י"א אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 12

Introducing the newest addition to my library - Between The Worlds, Witchcraft and the Tree of Life by Stuart Myers.

From back cover - "Witches can now reclaim the Qabalah as a powerful system of magick that readily fits into the practice of Wicca. Drawing upon the fragments of Pagan Qabalah and inspired by the early Hebrew peoples who guided their lives by the cycles of the Moon and Sun, Between The Worlds returns the Qabalah of the Queen of Heaven to the world from out of the shadows of the patriarchy."

See my next post on Divine Feminine Iahu (יאהו), the Sumerian origin of YHVH (יהוה)!

Handcrafting Reality

ט' אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 10

Commentary on Emor from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Handcrafting Reality.