Friday, 24 June 2011
Do you come to seek the knowledge of the light that burns within?'
So spoke the Raven, the Sacred Messenger of the Gods.
The message was without wrath, for in these times of turbulence when Mankind moved further away from belief, the Gods shared their final and greatest Mystery with all who would listen.
'The light is within you all. It can be kindled only with love and tolerance. This is your lesson, learn it well, for it may be the last we will give - You may become a shining beacon in a world cast with darkness and despair. The worth of you, our precious child is measured not in gold coin but in the brightness that burns within your very soul. It has ever been thus and will always be.'
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Life is a puzzle. Sometimes even if you think a piece fits, it doesn't. It can be perfect on 3 sides, but then throws the whole picture into chaos when you try to fit the forth piece. This can apply in all sorts of games, but on an interpersonal level it is most apt when others play mind games with you.
You have to wonder what satisfaction people get from being spiteful and hurtful. All I can say is that I am instantly ridding my life of those who ascribe to those traits.
I saw this Caravaggio in St Johns Co-Cathedral in Valletta a couple of weeks ago and cried. It was amazing! It looked like a photograph. Poor Caravaggio was quite mentally ill, he fought duels, was deported from countries and imprisoned during his short, unhappy life. What a remarkable talent he had though.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
The message boards have a wide and eclectic subject matter, from book reviews and suggestions to recipes, music, history, ecology, paranormal and current affairs amongst other things.
The ethos is friendly and we have some lovely members. I hope membership increases and more posts are generated.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
In my home there has never been a problem with different faiths. My Husband is, and always has been a Christian. He has recently started taking an interest in my faith, which is nice.
Today, I celebrate the Solstice with some quiet reflection and a happy heart, without any of the overt commercialism that goes along with all the trappings of Christmas .
In a few days I shall make sure he has the nicest Christmas celebration I can give him, with all the traditional trimmings. I have no problems with recognising The Christ as a Prophet, as seems to be my central theme - All Gods are one and the same anyway.
However you worship, this is a time to be together as a family.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
I wish to share one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read written by Richard Jones at Tara Hill in Ireland (2006)
I shall tell you tales of heroes
And gods who walked as men
On mountains where the wild wind blows
Or across the darkling fen
I shall tell you tales that minstrels told
...Of vengeful queens and warriors bold
Of kings who sleep and ne'er grow old
In caves their dreams residing.
I shall tell you tales of outlaws
And hounds that roam the night
In hidden realms through secret doors
Where saints and giants fight
I shall tell you tales of long lost lands
Buried now 'Neath shifting sands
Where dancing maids have long held hands
In stone their spirits writhing.
So come gather by the fire
Let the moonlight be our stage
The stars shall be our choir
And the moonlight be our page
Bring forth the souls of days gone by
With a thousand tales they'll fill the sky
Till the glowing embers fade and die
And the night's cloak wraps around us.
Richard Jones' Bio is here.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Sometimes when I dream, it is of a familiar place with friends I know very well, but when I awaken, I cannot remember the names of the friends or the town I dream of. This theme is recurrent, and has been for over 20 years.
There is a market. It sells gemstones and jewellery, incense, oils and candles, a little like Camden Lock or maybe Greenwich. I always stop and look at the same stalls.
In my last dream there was a different stall, a man held me by the shoulders and sat me on a stool. He said some words over me (I cannot remember them) and then pressed a piece of rose quartz into my hand - I felt the size, weight and coldness of the stone as clearly as if I had been awake. He looked deeply into my eyes and said 'Now you are healed, keep this rose quartz'
It was so real, that at the first opportunity, I bought some rose quartz and have kept some with me ever since.
I understand, in a way, that my subconscious knew that Lee's leukaemia over the last couple of years and subsequent transplant had been more of a trauma than I would have consciously admitted (to myself or anyone else) and that I needed to be healed.
My faith (which I refer to as Eclectic Paganism - as it seems to fit) has been part of me for 30 years, has never been so important to me as it is now. It is all encompassing but so simple in its entirety. We all walk a path within the great circle of life and all we need to do is live it in the best way we can. We also have to be aware, we will make mistakes. This is only negative if we do not move on from them and stay in a destructive cycle because we haven't learned from them.
I look at everything through new eyes. I look everyday at the sheer, breathtaking beauty of nature. I try to look at men as individuals and not a collective and not to judge others on their chosen paths as long as they do no harm - and if they do, I try to look upon it with sadness rather than anger. If someone asks me about my beliefs I sometimes find myself crying because it is so emotive for me, I feel such a love for it, and sometimes I laugh at the almost absurd simplicity of it.
I feel absolutely no need to try to convert people, because all Gods are one and the same, and anyway a person chooses to worship is a personal and individual right and choice. I have made the right choices for me and I love every minute of my life.
I am Blessed.