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COLOUR THERAPY

Posted on Oct 29th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
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I have been mesmerized and influenced by colour all my life! Colour stirs my emotions, inspires my imagination, brings a unique perception to everything I experience and know. Colour sometimes brings forgotten memories back to life in sensual, tactile ways. Colour is a teacher, a healer, and an artist.


Recently, on Daily OM I came across a weekly colour therapy course byTori Hartman, which lasts for an entire year.

I was intrigued. I thought it would be interesting to work with colour purposefully, allowing its magick to speak to my soul. Maybe if I surrender to its lessons my eyes will see in a new way. I signed up hoping to illicit the something vague and haunting waiting on the edge of my spirit to emerge and make me whole. I sometimes have a difficult time committing to something like this. I have the intense desire but life can easily distract me! In the attempt to hold my self accountable I choose to share my colourful journey with GAIA every week for an entire year of my life. (Please, if in the course of this exercise you have any insight you'd like to share with me, please do! You may leave your comments below.  Thank you so much.) If what I have shared thus far intrigues you, please check out the link below & sign up for the course.  I think you will be delighted.


http://www.dailyom.com/


During the last days of summer I photographed the flowers of my garden before autumn carried them all away.  Every flower came out quite lovely, except for my geraniums. Their leaves were covered in dirt (which I didn't really see until I downloaded them to my computer). 


geranium from my garden - the end of summer

 

I mention this because Geranium is the colour for my first week lesson.
 
The colour of geranium is a rich red orange. 

Her red/orange hue speaks of passion, stamina and warmth.

What a magickal place to start my colour therapy... back to my beginning. When I was a little girl my favorite colour was red. I just loved RED.  (Later in my teens it was blue.  For the last fifteen years it has been purple.  Interesting to note that red and blue create purple... Anyway back to the beginning.) I found this synchronicity profoundly meaningful. 


When asked to write down 3 objectives about geranium these were the ones I thought of and was told afterward to ponder what they say of me?


1. Vibrant

2. Strong

3. Ever blooming

When I think of myself, these are not the adjectives that come to mind.  I haven't been feeling as vibrant as I would like to.  Below are affirmations of how I am calling the colour/energy into my being.

I will drink from my tall tumbler made of heavy red-orange glass.

I will charge water in it with sunlight and drink of its energy!

I will wear her colour as often as possible this week.

I will, I promise, wear lipstick in this shade at least once.

I will visualize myself being embraced in her fiery shade when I close my eyes to dream. 

I will eat the deepest, darkest rose hips I can find. 

I will write down my ideas when I am ready to burst forth with them!


 Tori shares a fable of a geranium, whose leaves have turned brown and crisp. She finds herself in utterly new circumstances as she enters a strange new place in her life. She doesn't understand the process but surrenders just the same. She learns with trust comes renewal.  I found this story a delightful allegory for me and I seek ways to incorporate the lesson into my daily life.


Geraniums message is Renewal.  Beginnings. Change. Trust.


I am ready for renewal! I have felt dry and brittle around the edges for far too long now. I too, was uprooted and am finding my way in the dark.  Below is my journal entry recording this experience :



Today I brought the geranium pots in doors. They aren't looking so great, their leaves are dying.  It came as a delightful surprise when I read a care tip especially for geraniums, which is also needed on many levels in my own life. (I marvel the way messages /omens come unexpectedly & are always so relevant for my life in each moment of now.

I am feeling so dry!  I need nurturing/sleep/renewal.  I must learn to trust my journey. I know I will bloom again!

I am at the edge of change; I've been feeling it coming on for quite some time. It's autumn - school has begun. It's exciting when the seasons change. Mother Nature changes and I follow her path. The other day I was compelled to post an image of a butterfly with the word CHANGE on facebook! I feel I've been in the process of change for a very long time.  Though I am still not sure where I am in this process. Unless I am at the start.... and, yet it feels like the end...

Change is a circle, after all... I walk the labyrinth spiral.

red labyrinth


I entered this colour therapy course at the most appropriate time. It somehow seems like it offered itself to me. A gift. One I shall open weekly for a year!

DRINK ME


Renewal is desired. It sounds comforting, healing, and pleasant in every way.  I will renew my self this week by getting the rest I need. I will get a massage. This will aid me in releasing old energies and go a long way in helping me feel renewed. I will dream of spending restful moments with my bloodline of sisters. Remember the roots of Mother Earth and re-connect with mine.

RED ORANGE DREAMS EMBRACE BLOOD SISTERS


Beginnings... I always feel I am beginning anew. I was born at the beginning... the first day of spring. I am an artist, and thus something new bubbles forth constantly in my minds eye. My imagination is ever blooming! I rather like the adventure of starting new. I like the flow of creative ideas, freshness and rebirth.

field of gold spread out before the red goddess

              I dream of trust. I am trusting. I do trust. It is safe for me to trust.

  Geranium reminds me that I too can grow well under adverse circumstances.


                                   LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL & CAN BE TRUSTED!!!!!


root chakra... TRUST

 

For some reason, when I first began the lesson this week, I thought the lesson mainly was Change.  I held change in my thoughts... pondering the constance of its energy... the ever unfolding of its mysteries... I decided to draw a card to help me with the transitions and transformations I am going though...


So, yesterday I consulted an oracle half forgotten in my vast collection. It was given to me a great many years ago by a friend of mine. I took the cards out of their box and held them lovingly. Like an old friend, I had missed their precious energy.

Remembering there was an inscription inside the front cover of the book, I rushed to read the words written in beautiful script by the man who gave it to me. They read:


For Leesa-

I believe

Your Truth is LOVE

Your LOVE,

Your TRUTH.

                         2-19-94


These words touched me profoundly. Fore isn't TRUTH part of TRUST? And isn't trust an extension of LOVE?

This unexpected reminder echoes in my thoughts through out my day now.


Picking up the cards again from the Angelic Messenger Cards by Meredith L. Young-Sowers, I shuffled them for quite a long moment.  I asked the angels within the flower images on each card, to please help me with Change. I realize the necessity of change for my highest good. I honor the process of change in transforming me to my most pure and whole self. Yet, I fear the changes I see in the mirror; the changes I feel in my body; the changes evident in my ever evolving inner spirit.


I moved the cards around in my hands a little more and then cut the deck.  They were stiff from time unused... so it took a moment to separate the top card from the rest of the deck.  Once it was free and I turned it over - CHANGE stared me in the face.  I was overjoyed and surprised! I felt so blessed to have been heard and to have the answer right in my hand.  The hidden meaning/gift of this magickal event was so meaningful to me!


This is the cards message for me and maybe for you as well...
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Accept that my larger life goal is to grow in grace and find union with all living beings.


I am reminded that CHANGE is a card of Rejuvenation!  I have drawn it because I am weary of my challenging life and long to have things flow more easily toward love & success.

I am required to TRUST my belief in the universe and goddess within & allow the beauty & intensity of this connection to smooth my path in the physical world.

               

"CHANGE, when lived as a sacred process, portends spiritual transformation."


 Change is intended to bring me continually closer to Great Spirit. 


"Through change you, like an abundance of flowering blossoms, merge with the wisdom mind of God."


Accept that the angels of change will heal the fear, pain and anxiety that separate me from loving myself as a divine aspect of the God-force.


This reading speaks to me of geranium's message:


...to take heart & believe in the significance of the changes taking place in my life.

My heart and inner mind urges me to give, share, cooperate, love, value and honor other living things because these are the qualities offered by a loving heart and an awakened spirit.
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Yes! I accept this wisdom as my own. I will weave it into the tapestry of my life.

MUINT - GODDESS RENEWED

As many of you may know, I find the horoscope readings by Rob Brezsny so vital for my growth. They always have a way of speaking directly to my heart and my current situation.  This is the one I received this week!

Wednesday, Oct 28th, 2009 -- You have recently moved through a phase where your egalitarian thoughts led the way. You could rationalize whatever you wanted. Now, however, you might not be able to catch your breath because so many feelings are emerging from your subconscious and squeezing out your objectivity. Hang in there even if it's not easy, for this wave of emotionality should ultimately bring a positive transformation.



If you're interested in checking out his message for you, click on the link below:


http://www.freewillastrology.com/newsletter/



 

May you find ways to bring renewal into your life.

May new beginnings offer excitement, adventure and joy.

May you allow change to guide your path.

May you trust in your own transformation.


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Sister Awake

Posted on Oct 11th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
THE DREAMING GODDESS.
[National Museum, Valetta, Malta; c. 3200 BCE]

The Dreaming Goddess of Malta is an ancient stone carving which represents the
shamanic journey of the goddess. She is older than Stonehenge and the Pyramids of Giza. She lies upon an altar-bed bare breasted covered only with a simple skirt or blanket. I see a faint image of a bird in flight upon the fabric of this covering. I wonder.... perhaps the bird carries Her dreams to us...

The ancient voice of the Goddess whispers, are we listening?
Her journey is our own. We are Her daughters... dreaming the sacred path.

I ponder the image of this goddess. She reminds me of myself.  I live dreaming.
I dream life into being. I dream myself into being. I create through my dreams and She guides me as I discover and uncover my truest self.

The voice of the goddess whispers in my ear and though I am haunted by the message which embraces me, like a dream it is so elusive that I experience a constant longing. A hunger stirs my passion; an aching for the tactile, sensual connection with all things feminine... the earth, the moon, my sisters, my mothers, my daughters  - each perfumes the air I breathe. I long  for my own  woman-self. I seek my reflection in the face of all women; I hear my voice in her song and poem and power; I see my glory and beauty in her expressions of art, life and being. 

Are we all dreaming of the connection we once shared though our deep matriarchal bloodline?  Long ago the cord was severed by mankind, but the spiritual umbilical cord remains intact..  (Just like the spiritual/symbolic cord that connects us from our navel to the great consciousness - the place we take flight to during the dreamtime. If it is broken, it can be recovered by gathering your soul memories; calling back to you all that is scattered on the wind of your psyche.)  It is strong and pulsing still... Feel it? We have always been connected to the Great Mother and we shall ever be. Our  bond cannot be destroyed.  It is that which connects us all to the the dream-time, our ancient ways, our woman bloodline since the beginning of time.

The wisdom resting deep within our psyches is ready to be awakened. Remember we are daughters of the earth and sky.  We will soon awaken.

Once, many years ago, I was deeply touched upon seeing  the cover of a book written by:   Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D  THEATRE of the IMAGINATION.


This image of our earth mother as she lay slumbering - dreaming.... in perfect repose seemed so surreal. Our golden dreams of reality build a covering upon Her body... spread out across Her bed... and She,  so seemingly unaware. I wonder.. Do we dream because she continues doing so?  Will we awaken when she does?

Within the pages of one of my journals, I had recorded this saying:

"When sleeping women wake, mountains move" Chinese proverb

When I read the words today,  I felt a stir within my psyche. I was aroused ... As if, finally, I am on the verge of awakening from my deep slumber:


butterfly-woman-
Butterfly has symbolically been speaking to me for many years now. In recent months even more so. They come to me in various ways... they visit the flowers in my garden, they flutter into movies I am watching, and in other synchronized ways, they attempt to get their message to me. Just today this quote was in my email in-box:
 "How does one become a butterfly?"  she asked pensively.  "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
Trina Paulus, writer
Transformation is near.  Like the butterfly I am constantly reminded of, I know I must soon emerge
The  message is "Sister Awake".
Sisters, we all need to awaken from our slumbers. To honor them... but to also awaken...To become aware of ourselves and what it is we possess, so that we may share with one another in circle. It is time to gather together.... To encourage one another to fly!

(just so happens that one of my favorite bands has a song with this title, so I will share it as well...)

The Tea Party - Sister Awake

It is said to follow the influence of dream imagery is one of the most ancient of techniques of spiritual growth. I agree. I have been listening to my dreams all my life. They are deep and profound. They are lucid and enterwoven with life and wisdom.
Though they are a mystery they unfold in magickal ways that I understand intuitively.

 I am always profoundly inspired by the gifts of insight I receive from the dreamtime and from the astrologer: Rob Brezsny: His website link is below.

 http://FreeWillAstrology.com

Check it out, maybe you'll be inspired/encouraged/acknowledged by him too.
The Chinese proverb was on the left hand side of my journal page, but the image below is the bottom right hand side of the page. The message from Rob Brezsny is still relavant to my life today. (I love how peices of the mystery overlap and wrap around things from the past, present and future all at once. It simply requires our ability to see on many levels... to transform the diminsions of being into wholeness
of being.) Please read the paper print in the image below.... meaningful still today.  

my journal entry






























Bears have long visited me during the Dreamtime and they always speak some message to me. This message is profoundly personal, and yet, I sense that it may be important to you also. Your dreams (waking or sleeping) carry messengers. Your messengers may not be bear or butterfly..... What matters is that you listen and pay attention to what ever message comes your way.

PRIMAL SLEEP

Native Americans have 'vision quests', the Tibetan have 'dream yoga'.  I believe
women simply & complexly dream  ... It is the way we are. We dream our selves into being. We dream our futures, our families, our cultures into being. Our dreams are
connected with the primal dreaming and with primal woman/goddess.

On the Mediterranean island of Malta, there are sacred underground temples shaped like the body of dreaming goddess.
sacred temple of the dreaming goddess

These ancient temples are momuments which speak  "the  universal languages of mathematical measurements of stars and seasons, and their words are expressed in the universal picture language of dreams."  said archeologist Marija Gimbutas  (1921 - 1994).

It is unknown how these stone temples (comprised of a mixture of coralline and globigerina limestone) were created, since they are ancient. They were created before the invention of the wheel or metal tools. Legend says that the great giantess Sansuna constructed the temples in a single day carrying the megaliths on her head as she carried her baby under her arm.

sansuna

Did woman gather at these sacred sites to honor the goddess within? I imagine they did. A place of renewal and cleansing. A place of ritual and going within. Dreams are healing. While we slumber our bodies heal themselves. While we slumber our spirits are free.

... I am reminded of something I heard long ago, about the great Mother awakening from Her slumber, shaking the concrete off Her back.

Several months ago I awoke with a overwhelming desire to cleanse, to clear away that which is no longer serving a sacred purpose in my life...  It is a process which is flowing through all my daily experiences.

On a physical level, I have been cleaning my home, organizing, clearing away unneeded items.  I have been choosing organic, natural and local foods to nourish my body. I am taking herbs and other supplements to balance my hormones. I am dry brushing my body before bathing to stimulate my lymphatic system (which is the only way our body can fully cleanse itself, but it sleeps until we rouse it from its stillness). I am more conscious of what my body wants/needs. I am using natural products to pamper and care for my body. I am listening. I am walking and stretching and getting lots of rest. My dreams have been profound and lucid. I am working with imagery and affirmations to love myself with the intensity with which I love others. Soon, I will begin belly dancing classes to honor my inner goddess as well.
Mentally and emotionally I am clearing away unhealthy thought patterns and undesired feelings.  I am releasing ideas and beliefs that do not honor my higher connection with all that is. I am embracing the wounded parts of myself and loving them despite their ugliness and I am finding paths to transformation. I am growing and changing. I am releasing the old. I am preparing for birth. I am ready for transformation. My spirit cleansing is happening while focusing my awareness on the things I can do in this moment. 

I am dreaming while I yet am awake... I am awake while I am yet dreaming. 

monarch-butterfly-queen

The following is a quote from Mary Marzo. It echoes my feelings and thoughts so closely that I wish to share it with you. I am sure you will feel it echo through the chambers of your soul memory too. She wrote this while at the Malta site.

A flood of knowing and remembering comes through me.

I see, sense and feel our predecessors. Past priestesses being prepared for initiation in the lower most chambers .
All clothing and earthly possessions are removed. Totally naked covered in red ochre - the fluid of the Mother. Moving through each chamber - some completely dark - for its in the darkness that the light is born. Passing tests and trials. Dying to the old self. Sleeping in the incubation chambers. Dreaming the oracle. Speaking the truth that comes from deep within - inner belly body knowing - sacred truth. Speaking it out through the sacred oracle hole. Coming to the Holy of Holies - the most sacred chamber. You are initiated as a Priestess of the Great Mysteries. Just before you enter the chamber you are sprinkled with the sacred fluid in the libation holes just outside the Holy of Holies. It is Menstrual Blood - sacred fluid of the Body of Women, Body of the Goddess, Body of the Great Mystery. All are one


Women aren't the only ones seeking the Goddess for comfort, balance, healing and connection on profound levels within and without.  This profound plea by Maltese architect and poet Richard England expresses it beautifully.

I ask you goddess of this land
where has all this latent knowledge gone
denuded in the choreographic dance of time
buried in the squandered sands of lost oblivion.
I pray you Mother of this isle
from your cosmic tomb of never ending curves
washed in the primeval blood of sacrificial earth
exalted by the mystic knowledge in your veins.
Awake these stones once more today
from their tranquil sleep of death
restore the secret of their cults
and embrace again their vast galactic plan.
Ask them that they return anew to man
his harmonious presence in the World
that he may find once more his peace
and learn to love again.
 
(from "Stones Standing in Silence", Eye To I , 1994, Malta: Said International.)

AWAKENING by MARIA KAY SIMMS http://starcraftseast.com/html

Sisters awake. Sisters awake to your beauty. Sisters awake to your wisdom. Sisters awake to your grace. Sisters awake to your power. Sisters awake. Sisters awake.

note: I long to gather with other like-minded women to recreate this awakening on a ritual/circle level. To come together to pamper and honor one another. To share our wisdom. To share our dreams/visions/knowing. If you are interested, please let me know.

Bold Italic = poetry by Leesa Wilson
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the little wren

Posted on May 1st, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
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A little wren came to my window the other day...
It had the brightest red feathers intermingled with brown.
The photo doesn't capture the red as much as I hoped...( the batteries in my camera died after this one shot was taken, and he flew away before I could replace them).

I was inspired to write several haiku

a wren messenger
came to my window today
then just flew away


Somehow it seemed this little wren came to me as an omen... to offer some message. I am not sure what the message is...yet I feel intuitively it must be to find joy in small things...

sweet little house wren
your song brings joy to me
please don't leave just yet

I have heard that wrens bring good luck. They remind us to be bold, resourceful.
Wren feathers are said to keep you from drowning. I hope I find one, because I am not a very strong swimmer.

the wren

Check out this link for art in honor of the wren... I really like it.

http://www.clairebarkerpaintings.com/page6.htm

Wrens sing from sunrise well into the evening nights darkness...

House Wren Sings the song of the day




Last year an album came out by Orla Wren which is so melodic and beautiful...
Steam Is Team // Ballad Of A Daydream



In D J Conways book  Animal Magick  you will find that this wren chant -

Tiny wren of wonderous song
Druid bird of magick sharing
Give to me your prophecies
True divinations with me sharing.
Guide my intuition to
Dreams of future, readings true.

This chant explains exactly how I felt seeing the little wren on my patio... To the druids wrens were magickal and used in divination.

Once, long ago, when the druids were strong in Ireland... wrens were plentiful and honored... but then when the crusaders came to change and erase the old ways
St. Stephen's Day was created in Ireland. It is the day for "Hunting the Wren" or .... "A Riffek Marpedig Latsznak s annak iranya, aramlasa ugyszinten" I guess they thought if they destroyed all the wrens, then the druid would loose their magick and power...


This is a photo taken of those participating in the Wren hunt.

Darraugh Sherwin

Photo credit: Darraugh Sherwin


I came across this book online. I want to purchase a copy as I would love to read it.

hunting the wren


The Kerry writer and dramatist, Sigerson Clifford was best remembered for his great ballad, The Boys of Barr na Straide. The two lines below  formed his epitaph.


I'll take my sleep in those green fields,
the place my life began,
Where the boys of Barr na Straide
went hunting for the wren
.



wren on an Irish stamp

Other wren wisdom includes:
power of voice
fearlessness
seeing future events


This is the omen I was gifted with... as I have been working on my throat chakra for some time... I have a difficult time acknowledging the power of my voice... I remain silent when I long to speak... I have so much to share, but at times can not utter a word... so I feel blessed to be gifted with fearlessness...to speak my truth, to speak my heart song, to speak the wisdom of the goddess within.

Wrens symbolize wisdom and divinity.

I was told that it is rare to actually see a wren because they are so small and elusive. What magick it is to see one! What a blessing for one to actually present itself to you....

The druid would go out in the country seeking hidden wisdom. If they found a wren it was a good omen that he would be blessed with inner knowing in the coming year.

This is a metaphor of occult (hidden) wisdom.

oh little red wren
unbidden you came to me
bringing hidden joy

"He who shall hurt the little wren
  Shall never be belov'd by men." - William Blake Auguries of Innocence

In Scotland it was the Lady of Heaven's Hen and killing it was considered extremely unlucky.


West Kennet Long Barrow  where wrens are said to build their nests... They are known as cave dwellers, though they are very resourceful and can build a nest almost anywhere.

Below are photographs of a mother wren with her babies...






This link will lead you to the site where you may learn more about these little wren pouches. Aren't they sweet?

www.petmonologues.com



When my children were little they watched Mr Rogers on tv. I of course listened in and on many occasions watched as well.... There was one episode that has always remained with me. It was the one where Mr. Rogers as the king in his imaginary kingdom had a pet bird. It was a wren on a puppet stick. He sang to it. "Troglodytes aedon, my pet, my pet, my very special pet...." It is latin for House Wren.  I loved it!!!!
Below is a map where the wren live/migrate in North & South America. So I am sure you will have some near to your home...
trog aedo map


This is a childrens song by Burns:

THE WREN'S NEST.

The wren scho Iyes in care's bed,
In care's bed, in care's bed"
The wren scho Iyes in care's bed,
Wi' meikle dule and pyne, O.

When in cam' Robin Redbreist,
Redbreist, Redbreist:
When in cam' Robin Redbreist,
Wi' succar-saps and wine, O.

Now, maiden, wilI ye taste o' this,
Taste o' this, taste o' this
Now, maiden, will ye taste o' this,
It's succar saps and wine. O?

Na, ne'er a drap, Robin,
Robin, Robin:
Na, ne'er a drap, Robin,
Though it were ne'er sae fine, O.

And where's the ring that I gied ye,
That I gied ye, that I gied ye:
And where's the ring that I gied ye,
Ye little cutty-quean, O?

I gied it till an ox-ee.
An ox-ee, an ox-ee
I died it till an ox-ee,
A true sweetheart o' mine, O.


 





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Reading Enlighens the Soul

Posted on Mar 31st, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon

READING ENLIGHTENS THE SOUL.... (or so I've been told & know to be true).

There are many ways to read. To read words written on a page; to read signs and omens that are before you;  to trust your inner knowing and read by insticts alone;
to dream & remember; to read by sense other than sight... it's that recognition which comes upon us  instantly when we read something we already know. The "yes!!!" that is shouted within.

Reading tarot offers many of these opportunites for me. I hold within me the wisdom of my soul. I hold within me the knowing I was born with... the innate sense that "this is true" for me without a logical reason why.

tarot layout

Reading books offers the same opportunities to learn, to grow, to enlighten the soul. Reading has been a passion of mine since I was a little girl. The worlds that books open us up to... our imagination soars, we begin to trust ourselves and our knowing. We find connections and pathways we need upon this journey we call life, all within the pages of a book.

books


I spend a lot of time reading. I believe it does enlighten the soul. It lifts the spirit. Reading is a gateway to the places I wish to go... whether within or without. Our soul is enlightened when ever we become aware and pay attention to the every day signs and messages that come to us in small almost overlooked ways.

I think of my life... of the journeys I have taken with books and tarot. I have been a gypsy for most of my adult life... Setting up home in many places. Some with gardens and some I did not reside there long but I always planted seeds for the next someone to move in. That is how reading is... it's like planting seeds, to be harvested later, maybe by others.

I am reminded of the days when gypsies traveled the land, sharing their wisdom through reading the tarot. A divination. A sacred way of seeing.

I often wish that I had a gypsy wagon to travel in. To read in.... to daydream in. One that could carry me to all the places that I desire to be. Like this one.

gypsy wagon reading

This one is full of magick! I could spend hours upon hours of life within these colourful walls.... Wouldn't it be fun to go camping in such a wagon? I would so love it!!!! If I owned some property, I would create one just to read in on rainy days, in the early morning hours as the sun comes softly in the window...

Here is a floor plan of one.... My next 'honey-do' request!

plans for my gypsy wagon

The more I think about it, the more I desire to build one. Wonderlust? or just desire for some roots to grow deeply into the earth from where ever I may be...

Gypsy Vardos, then and now....

I can image myself as this woman in another time and space. Sitting outside of my traveling home, drawing energy from Mother Earth and stretching my spiritual roots deep within Her body like a tree. I may be a gypsy.... a nomad, but the earth is always my home.... The wisdom that she shares... The gifts she bestows...
Does the wisdom lie within us because we read? Or do we hold the wisdom because we allow ourselves to be opened? To be read? To be known?

gypsy woman reads tarot

All the reading one does in a lifetime.... all the wisdom gathered..... It leaves me so imbued with magick that I desire to share it with others. All the secrets I have remembered could be traced back to all the books & signs & people & places
I have known. All so deeply rooted it would take a lifetime to find where they first began. This woman below is how I imagine it must be....

 ...You're walking down the street and as you come face to face with someone, you remember something. You are compelled to stop and share whatever they most need to be reminded of.  Are you staying open so that you are offered the opportunity for magick and wisdom to come upon you in delightfully mysterious ways? I hope you are. I strive to be open each day of my life.

ancient one - wise daughter of the earth... sharing her wisdom. r

May the gypsy goddess within your own soul be enlightened and may she read to you all the days of your life.

namaste,
Leesa


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MAKING ART IN HONOR OF GAIA

Posted on Mar 30th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
GAIA

I am a student of the Magical Circle School. This was an assignment that I did.

I have really enjoyed working with the goddess Gaia, our earth mother. 

For the Gaia project I chose to make a collage in Her honor. I created a container to store the seeds for and from my garden.  This seemed a fitting way to honor Gaia! I have adorned the container with sublime imagery and written word to represent Gaia in Her spring and summer seasons. (It's been dry far too long where I live. Can you tell,  I long for moist and fertile soils?) 

In honor of Gaia, I used recycled materials. The container is a solid tube with a copper top and bottom. It originally housed a Scotch Whisky from Islay Scotland. It measures approximately 12" high x 11" around x 3" across.

Usually when I make collage, I attach the imagery directly to the object.  To make it easier for you to view and for me to photograph, I chose to cut a pattern upon which to glue the images. I used a brown paper sack, cut to the exact measurements plus 2" selvage room. I jotted some notes on the paper in pencil to indicate top, selvage line, overlap line, etc. I also wrote a dedication to Gaia. These notes helped make the process easier.


Gaia Project brown paper template

I gathered and went through many magazines, old calenders & day planners, etc. to find the imagery and wording required for the collage. The images and words present themselves to me in ways that seem magickal... It's as if the images choose themselves.

I chose the exact amount of material that is required.This must be magick! The images all flow together to create one finished work of art. The images share the gift of wisdom/insight with me. I do not consciously choose the colours, either. The images just happened to all belong with one another. I love making art when inspired in this way.

I gathered  a glue stick, scissors, the paper,  cut-outs and the empty container. I sit comfortably and quietly meditate for a few moments with the images and wording. I then proceed to fine cut the images in a manner that best suits each. I placed three main images down first and the others just fit into place. I glue the back of each image and set it on the paper, pressing it flat. After the paper is covered and seemingly complete, I left it to dry over night.

Gaia collage on paper template

I'm not sure why the image has a light spot, as I did not use a flash? oh well.

This morning I wrap the brown paper covered in imagery around the container.  I tape the selvage edge down to the container. With this edge in place it makes it easy to continue wrapping the art around until it meets the opposite end. I then place two rubber bands to hold it down and help it conform to the shape. Leaving the taped selvage end as is, I apply glue using the gluestick to the underside of brown paper close to that edge. I work my way around gluing and pressing/smoothing the paper as I go.

Gaia project/ taped selvage edge before gluing

I also take this opportunity to use the glue stick on any corners or edges that are coming up a little. I again place the rubber bands in place; leaving them on for 2 hours. The last process to the images, is to cover the entire finished artwork in "Mod Podge" (finishing glue) using a 1" flat paintbrush. As the finishing touch to the bottom edge of the container, I glue down a thin green ribbon. I applied several coats over the entire surface; allowing it to dry thoroughly. Note: I add a few more images that wanted to be included after I glued it all down.

While that is drying I work on the top lid of the container. It is a removable circle of copper. I took a 6" strip of the same green ribbon and secured it down firmly on the underside of the lid. The looping ends of the ribbon make for easier opening. I then covered the secured ribbon with a circle of green paper upon which I wrote "In honor of Gaia", along with the date. I have left the top of the copper lid bare until I find the perfect image for the space. I hope to find an image of the earth from outer space or even more so, the goddess Gaia holding the earth within Her womb. Either way, it will come.


There is no explaining how I choose to place the puzzle together, only that it flows from within effortlessly. I seem to enter an altared state when I create, which heightens my awareness to deeper meaning/omens/signs. It's almost like divination or a form of oracle to create art. At the time I am creating, the journey is all consuming... I act on instinct and inner guidance.

It amazes me endlessly how subdue meaning unfolds after I start putting the images/words together. It's as if my creative muse is highly spiritual and an excellent teacher. Well, she is, no question about it!  She brings up the mysteries I've been pondering for a while (during my dreamtime & daydreaming), and silently offers Her gift of wisdom. Gaia Herself seemed to speak to me as I created this artwork in Her honor.


These are some of the messages/lessons/magick that unfolded before my eyes...
... Beginning with a chant/a prayer.


Earth, as Body, become Me.
Air, as Life, breathe through Me.
Fire, as Spirit, consume Me.
Water, as Blood, flow through Me.
Spirit, as Guide, lead Me.


ROOM TO GATHER


... in fields of heather
I bow to the Great Mother
While I cradle with my spirit womb
the forest mighty & dark.
...the crystal above my crown chakra
shares the gift of our earth mothers wisdom -
enlightenment.
...a cheetah sits among lavender & green ferns
while keeping a steady watch over me.


COULD IT BE THE FURTHER YOU TRAVEL
THE CLOSER YOU BECOME?


The Secrets
are revealed when we stand upon the sacred ground of Gaia... looking into the vastness that surrounds us all... that connects us all...Knowing that we are loved. Knowing that we are here with Gaia to grow, to become, to be. Follow the butterfly and be transformed.

The Priestess, Mother Earth sits upon Her throne dressed in thick green moss. At Her feet shimmers a pool of water,which constantly flows from a stone cauldron that overflows with the refreshing waters of life.

GAIA

She blossoms sweet & fragrant...
delicate yet supple & strong.
Fruit ripens all around Her.


.... a golden butterfly alits a bears' ear who watches amid tall grasses.
she knows the importance of going within... to nurture in the quiet darkness our most sacred dreams.
This is her medicine.


A purple raven - the mystic seer gazes into the Void.
Beneath, an ancient dragon stands guard, with one eye for this world and one eye for the Otherworld. Gaia sews with golden thread upon the sheer fabric of life;  a growing tapestry.Her chambers supported by heavy pillars, one of which twine both pink lotus-like flowers and a long and heavy snake... Maybe the one that called the garden its home? The one men feared.Her floors are covered in golden treasures... along with the skull & bones of a pirate who came to steal from Her that which She alone possesses and with vile intention, to rape and plunder  Her beautifully divine body.
Before Gaia stands a gilded mirror which reflects time past as upside-down. Beyond the mirror -millions of stars flicker across infinity.

... a pale blue butterfly flutters onward toward the spiral of life.
The spiral seems endless and repetative, but it is the ground in which the deep roots of a tree spirit dwell. Bare branches reach into the moonlit sky where they bloom into a canopy of heather that somehow reaches toward the blue skies of tomorrow. The tree spirit shines from within. There at her side closely sits a daughter of the earth. She has come for comfort. She has come for understanding.


"You've been watching earth from a distance" she told me, "like a child alone on the outer edge of the playground."

These last words speak to the maiden girl I once was.
Maybe in healing her I will be able to transform into the woman I was born to be.
I know from past experience, the finished art will continue to speak to me for many many years.

GAIA art by Leesa

Gaia art by Leesa

Gaia art by Leesa

Gaia art by Leesa

Gaia art by Leesa


The art project came out wonderfully. I am very happy with the project! I am excited to store my organic & heirloom seed within the body of this sacred GAIA container.


I hope I have inspired you. If so, please share your creation with me!
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simple beauty surrounds me

Posted on Mar 28th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
enter my bedchamber during the early hours of morning


I awoke to see gentle silver light tracing violet shadows across the ceiling of my bedchamber... Crisp white linen, soft silk damask, lavender cotton make up the hues that are my bed. The down blanket holding my warmth tempts me to remain in bed a little longer. I do. I stretch gently yet fully. It feels so good to be in my body like this.

soft silk demask down pillow


The gift of an entire day awaits me. I have from early morning to late this evening to do with as I please. I am content to listen to the silence along with the birds softly chirping.


My morning was filled with bathing & pampering my self. I have read many soul quenching words and spent some time meditating.


It makes me smile to wander through my home on a day like this, to see the beauty in small things, to be aware of the magick unfolding about me.


I get all dreamy when I am home alone. As if I am standing between the worlds. My imagination is fertile and filled with sensual thoughts.  Later today I will create art in honor of Gaia. (check back later and I'll post a photo here).


My kitchen delighted me in ways unexpected! While preparing my lunch, simple moments of beauty caught my attention & made me smile. I took photos and found even more delight in the art that flowed forth. It's amazing how much we miss seeing on a daily basis. Simple beauty surrounds me, I am required only to see. This 'seeing' sometimes comes easier when I am in an altered state (such as the one I'm in today... this dreamy world of gratitude and utter peace within).


dishes blurred into an object of art

magnets on the frig... a shopping list & coupon.... some poetry

a kitchen drawer


It seems surreal today, the way my energy feels, the way my awareness is heightened, the way my emotions are aroused.  I want to play, create and dream. I want to make love all afternoon. Since I am alone, I will make love to myself. I will journal and just sit quietly later this afternoon, when the sun starts to lean toward the west. Maybe some magick will occur right before my eyes when I'm least expecting it, leaving me with a tiny treasure to measure this day by.

For now, I will create a sacred space in which to allow my imagination free expression. I am excited to make art for Gaia... I've been thinking of it for weeks...
I am slow getting started with my creative process. I think it's due to my keeping so much in. Maybe because gathering & holding it for a while, waiting, allowing the energies to nurture the journey within until it is ready to be borne into reality is the only way to birth creativity.


Time is an elusive element... one we all cherish most because of all the life we can squeeze into single moments in our memories. 

Off to create, now.

May the goddess find you and ravish you with Her wetness.

Namaste.


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GAIA

Posted on Mar 23rd, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
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GAIA


I will sing of

well-founded Gaia,

Mother of All,

eldest of all beings,

she feeds all creatures

that are in the world,

all that go upon the goodly land

and all that are in the paths of the sea,

and all that fly:

all these are fed of her store.

--Homeric Hymn, 7th Century B.C. (*1)


The Great Mother. Gaia.

She is Mother Earth, the Goddess embodied.

In Greek,Gaia means 'land' or 'earth',
as does Her Roman name of Terra.

The name Gaia was often spelled Ge or Ga. Ge/Ga was the Earth.

Her names are many...too many to list. She is ancient!

She is known as a primeval prophetess; the Great Creatrix.


"Gaia, the beautiful, rose up,

Broad blossomed, she that is the steadfast base

Of all things. And fair Gaia first bore

The starry Heaven, equal to herself,

To cover her on all sides..."

-a quote from the classical creation story of Hesiod, a Greek poet who lived in 700 BC (*2)


As the Great Mother, She is the ancient mother of us all. She is the Grandmother Earth. She has given birth to all that is.  It is said that "She alone bore the star strewn sky, the mountains and the foaming sea." (*5)  The land and sea and sky make up Her body. This hints that She created Herself, and therefore us? I always thought so...


She is the Earth Goddess which provides the ground we walk upon; the waters & air that sustains us; the fruits & seeds that nourish us; the trees and caves that shelter us; the gentle breeze that soothes us and the pulse within that beats in harmony with Her heartbeat. She is the very essence from which we are birthed, from which we have home and life and to whom we all must return.


"Oh Goddess, Source of Gods and Mortals,

All-Fertile, All-Destroying Gaia,

Mother of All, Who brings forth the bounteous fruits and flowers,

All variety, Maiden who anchors the eternal world in our own,

Immortal, Blessed, crowned with every grace,

Deep bosomed Earth, sweet plains and fields fragrant grasses in the nurturing rains,

Around you fly the beauteous stars, eternal and divine,

Come, Blessed Goddess, and hear the prayers of Your children,

And make the increase of the fruits and grains your constant care, with the fertile seasons Your handmaidens,

Draw near, and bless your supplicants."

~Orphic Hymn to Gaia~ translated and interpreted by Virginia Stewart, M.Ed. (*2)


It is interesting to note that Gaia, the "goddess of Earth is the daughter of Chaos" (*4). In my life's work, all my creativity first comes from a place of chaos ... thoughts, ideas, bits & pieces that eventually make up the whole of what I am seeking to create/express/birth. My creative art begins as scattered energies; messy piles of paper/images/poems; inspired yet often times scattered ideas, visions and inner knowing;  as well as all the chores left undone while I "create" and "give birth" to something from and yet far beyond myself.


In Greek mythology, Gaia gave birth to many, many, many children. The ancient stories tell of the children Gaia carried in Her womb. I found it heartbreaking to learn that each father acted in ways that were selfish and fear based, against Gaia and Her children. The stories say the men feared the power of Gaia.(*4)  and wished Her children dead. As one babe entered the birth passage from Her womb, its father shoved his penis into Gaia and tried to block the birth! (*2) Many of Her children were killed/harmed, imprisoned, & even eaten. One father with great audacity when he could not stop the birth process swallowed up Gaia Herself. She gave birth anyway; how could she not? The father then claimed the birth as his glory/feat/ and under his control. It use to be that Gaia was free to be. Her awful experiences explain so profoundly the truth and plight of the feminine being today. Since the beginning male energy has feared Her mysteries and magick so much, that they selfishly destroy that which they should love most. Thus began the dishonor of Her holy cycles of life death rebirth; Her body, the seas and land and sky; and even our very lives. Why must male energy war against female energy?


When I stumbled upon this knowledge it shined some light on a hidden truth within me. At first I wondered why Gaia would even allow such a thing, but the answer came in the form of an old adage: "Like mother, like daughter." I know the answer.


I have experienced the male energy within many times before, when it attempts to do the same to my beautiful dreams; to my artistic creations waiting to be borne and to the seeds of creation that I hold inside. All these unborn energies/spirits await me to empower them and yet many do not come into being due to the sabotage of the male energy within my own psyche. While my feminine energies remain silent or weary of spirit. Having worked extensively with shadow work some years back, I was required to embrace my male energy in ways that now bring me into a place of balance. My male energies are now strong in an honorable sense, strong enough to honor the goddess within while both protecting and supporting her wisdom and ways of knowing that may make no sense to him.


Once we, as a people lived in harmony with Gaia. Once women were whole and free to be and live as their goddess self. This was a long, very long time ago. Some of us still remember the time before patriarchy usurped Her power of fertility, spiral path, and cycles. Yet many children have forgotten their mother. It is time for all the daughters of the earth to embrace Gaia and stand beside Her, supporting and caring for Her. This is especially vital today, since our current patriarchal culture is so out of balance and unstable. Women still face these oppressive energies. Sisters need to unite. We are our mothers' daughter. I seek Her guidance in being a better mother... not only to my children, to those of my sisters, and to those not yet borne, but to myself.


Women belong to Her. We are daughters of the earth and sea and sky.  She is the triple goddess and Her reflection is our own. Maiden. Mother. Crone. She is the archetypal mother within our collective unconsciousness; our true Mother.


yoga/movement instructor Marin Bach wrote:


"As a new mother I am deeply inspired by Gaia. She teaches women everywhere that to be good mothers we must honor the balance between giving fully to our children and taking time to give to ourselves.

In quiet moments as I watch my children sleep I call on her. "Gaia, divine earth mother, open my heart so that I may love my little ones unconditionally and honor their highest light. Help me to celebrate mothering as a deeply sacred work and to continually celebrate myself as a Goddess." (*5)


It is time for women to come into their true power. Use our voice. Reclaim our birthright.


An anonymous woman was quoted in The Feminine Face of God by Sherry Ruth Anderson & Patricia Hopkins (Bantam Books, 1991):


"On the third day, I lit a small fire and began to dance following the rhythm of my heartbeat. As I did this, I felt I was being encircled by a ring of ancient, women who were blessing me. They were blessing my breasts and womb and legs and belly, and praising my strength and beauty and courage. As my eyes filled with tears of gratitude, they told me that I should not weep because this was my birthright as a woman. 'At one time every young woman was blessed in this way,' they said, 'so no one could be pulled off her knowing by a man. The young ones knew they were whole and connected to everything that lived because we elders sat in witness for them, just as we're doing for you today.' (*6)


I found a small treasure to contemplate: Gaia is believed to be the deity behind the Oracle. (*4)  Since I have been using oracles for decades, I find it fascinating that the first voice in essence was that of Gaia.  This must be why this once was held as truth to all:  "... oaths sworn in the name of Gaia are considered most sacred and binding compared to oaths sworn in the name of other gods." (*4)


Gaia is our source. She is the imaginary umbilical cord we all rely on to sustain and keep us until we are mature enough to be born. She is also the Mother that tends to us, guides us, nurtures us, and teaches us all the days of our life. When the time comes and we die, it is She who cradles us within Her dark mysteries.


Gaia is beautiful, powerful. She is soft and hard, giving and devouring. She is broad breasted with wide hips. This description of Gaia reminds me of my own body. It makes me feel close to Her, knowing my shape is Her own. It allows me to see the goddess in myself when I gaze into a mirror, honoring Her image reflected as my own.  It's no wonder that we gather together to worship Her at Her holy sites. Her majestic mountains; Her wet forests lush with greenery and delicate flowers; Her powerful waves crashing against Her supple shores; Her rivers and streams that run through fertile valleys and gardens rich in fruits; Her mysterious caves and deep ocean caverns; Her soils of all colours; the fires deep in Her belly. She gives life, even while it may seem destructive and illicit fear, Her ways are just and good.


I feel close to Gaia and honor Her when I get close to nature. When I walk barefooted upon Her body, when I grow gardens and tend to plants, when I create & dedicate art to Her, when I lay amid sacred groves and protect Her waters, air and lands. I feel close to Gaia when I listen quietly... when I sit beneath the star filled sky trusting that I am loved and safe. I feel close to Gaia when I live seasonally, when I walk in beauty and have a grateful heart. I feel close to Gaia when I bathe and care for my body. I feel close to Gaia when I listen to the sounds of nature, and open my spirit to beauty. I feel close to Gaia when I see the power of Her tides, weather and changing moods. She is the Great Mother.


She is alive. The Gaia hypothesis (*3) proposes that She is a living being which we all are interdependent upon. It is only as we start to awaken to the destruction She is undergoing on a daily basis, the rapes, and poisoning and abuse She has endured, will we gain awareness for the environmental concerns we have caused and the problems we now face without and within. Something radical must be done to restore balance, to ensure both Her health and well being for our own sakes as well as Hers. The creatures which live among us need our voice as well. I am only one, but I can recycle, be a conscious shopper, and just keep an awareness of my footprint on Her sacred body. When I do these things for Her, keeping Her beauty and laws within my heart and mind, I discover the wisdom to honor the goddess within my self and my own body. I walk the path of beauty with Gaia.


She is the power of creation. For a very long time She ruled. She continues to bless us with Her nurturing and healing energies. Circles were gathered and Her daughters lived in harmony with the changing seasons and in balance upon Her living body. There are still sacred wombs, those clefts in the earths rocks and land. Her daughters gather there to honor Her.


These words caught my attention and held it captive for long moments, while I pondered its promise.


".... women call to her still through cracks in fertile Earth, and those whose lips receive Gaia's ambrosia, turn immortal.  Her womb is the source of all living things. Her heart; the beat of creation." (*5)


I am reminded of all the womb entrances in nature all over the world. We gather at these sacred sites to worship and adorn the goddess there and within. I have been collecting images of these sacred places for years. I hope to visit some of them.

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Above is an example of one...  I have uploaded it along with a few more in my photos under album name "sacred sites".

Anna Livia Plurabelle wrote a book entitled: Book of the Goddess

The following is from the book. It is so powerful and simple that it embodies what it means to "Worship Her by restoring balance to Her planet."

She writes: "The Goddess in her form Gaia is the spirit of the fourth principle."


Life on this planet has been tossed out of balance by the patriarchy with its arbitrary division between the human world and the natural world.


This has led to technology without love, women and men set apart and men set above women, the rending of mind from body and spirit from mind, war without end, and labor without fair recompense.


Technology and Science are not inventions of the patriarchy. The understanding of nature and how to use that understanding to improve our lives was invented by the civilization of the Goddess. This was done as an act of love for the body of the Goddess we inhabit, Gaia.


Because the love of Gaia was the basis for the civilization of the Goddess, the 'original sin' of the patriarchs was to spurn this love, by declaring that the body of Gaia, our wide-hipped Mother, was theirs to ravage and plunder.


When the patriarchy seized technology and purged it of love, the first thing they did was invent warfare, so that they could take from the innocent, and accumulate wealth and power.


Unless you love what you do, your life will be empty of pleasure and you will be burdened on the path of the Goddess. This is the principle of creative love. A thing made without love is a hollow shadow.


Unless you pay fair recompense for labor, the Goddess will shun your enterprise. Labor must have voice in the counsels of the workplace. Trade which exploits one of the parties in the transaction, or which plunders Gaia's body, will lead to disaster and ruin for all involved.


Unless we love the Earth and learn to live in balance, She will scourge our civilization like She has done before and will do again. Gaia is not dependent on humanity for existence; we do not own Her and we are not her shepherd. She existed long before humans walked on the Earth. She has Her own cycles and balances, and if we continue on the path of unbalance, we are expendable.


The Invocation of Gaia (time of day: noon): "Blessed Gaia, our first and best home, Gaia of the green hills and wide plains, Gaia of the ocean depths. I walk in beauty. I walk in peace. I walk in balance on the path of the Goddess. Blessed be." (*7)


This is so beautiful and true I had to share the entire quote. May all women read these words and act in beauty as daughters of Gaia.


While browsing the web, I came across a website that spoke of a lunar eclipse in 1998 that changed a woman called Isis forever, the evening she experienced the Goddess Gaia awakening. (*10)


Isis' Account of the Awakening Goddess Gaia


"She is very earthy and beautiful, sort of raw, not clean and neat, but rather disheveled and tattered in a very sensuous way. Her odor reminds me of eucalyptus.. that healing kind of smell, but she is also reddish, ruddy like red dirt rubbed into her skin. I see her with red leaves for clothing, and smell the deep, sweet scent of the soil after it is turned. I feel her practicality and sense. She is wonderful. Her fullness of being is overwhelming and yet familiar. She is not sweet and light as you think of fairies, but strong, swarthy almost with a vibrant androgynous strength that emanates from her yet at the same time she is a SHE and very deeply womanly. "  (*10)


This description of Gaia is so sublime. It is exactly how I picture Her and how I feel when I am being my most naked self and at one with Her.


She goes on to say:


To my delight she sees me looking in wonder at her and asks,


"What has been happening since I have been asleep?"


How can I do anything but stare in awe? Goddess Gaia wants me to tell her what has gone on since she fell asleep?


I am speechless. The very thought of trying to speak of this is overwhelming. Just the number of years alone, and then the sorry tales of rape and pillage! Heavens.. to talk of the misery would break her heart and mine. That would be a long sad tale to tell of wicked warriors and marauding hordes. I stay silent. Not willing to break the magical moment of this adoration I feel for her. " (*10)


This is powerful and beautiful. I wish to share these experiences with other women in circle at full moons. Upon reading this I was reminded of a journal entry I created in my first visual journal:


An image of a woman sleeping as in a bed, but it is the mountains and villages, streams and trees which blanket her (*8).... along with this Chinese proverb: "When sleeping women wake, mountains move."


Gaia has been patient. I don't doubt that She is running thin on patience. When she awakens, will the concrete go flying and crumble into dust? Will She shake the dirty linens off Her bed?

I wonder....


I came upon a blog page that was so green and lush just like the earth Herself. There I saw a card with the image of a woman laying down, sprawled across the landscape as if she were the earth Herself... maybe She is!

Gaia - the earth mother


The image inspires me to find the tarot deck which houses that hauntingly beautiful card. Once I locate it, I want to study its meaning and apply this wisdom to how best honor Gaia in my daily life. Rebecca Rite seems to have dedicated her entire little page to Gaia. The poem she wrote reminds me of the lunar eclipse when Gaia awoke.



Gaia

Goddess of Earth

Your core sustains us

Your beauty -

flawless in its natural perfection.


You slumber peacefully,

trusting us with your care -

resting serenely

within Earth's lair.


Yet we abuse your generosity

by dining greedily at your table

refusing others

as they wither away in starvation.


We repay you with acts of atrocities

no longer honoring

the life of your animals -

but savagely slay them

pummel them

slice them

alive

as they scream

as they plead

with terrified eyes.


And their crimson tears

seep deep into your Earth

carrying witness to you

of cruelties suffered

at the hands of your guests.


And I observe you Goddess Gaia

I feel you Mother Earth,

Giver of Life -

hearing the cries of the poor

feeling the pain of the slain

and you weep torrents

for having misjudged

and entomb yourself

deeper -

further -

into your own tears

of anguished pain.


For Poefusion and WI

Posted by Rebecca (*11)




May Gaia awake and find that we have taken care of Her and created beauty in Her honor. May we awaken and find that all that we feared has been but a dream.


This poem speaks profoundly of what it means to be a daughter of Gaia:


"I remember something ancient

Deep inside of me

And it binds me to this Earth.


My path is to encourage others

To awaken to this Truth

That we may walk together


And let our footsteps

Be a prayer of gratitude to

Mother Earth"

Natasha Marchant (*6)


Women all over the world are gathering in circle to empower themselves and to speak out for Gaia. (*9)  Women need to spread the word of these gatherings and circles, so we can join together in honor of Gaia.


Another account from "The Watcher" (1998 email letter)


Are you feeling unusually tired lately? sort of like you're walking in molasses? It feels as though I'm being pulled down by gravity - very strange feeling and yet at the same time my spirit is feeling stronger. What effect does it have on you? I had another one of those dreams last night. I saw a being shaped like a human woman in a grey-colored cocoon waiting to be born. Everyone was staring at her in wonder - she was unaware of herself, unconscious. A whisper of awe broke through the crowd when she turned over from one side to her back and then to the other side. As she lay on her back I looked over each inch of her body. It was unfinished and needed more time in the cocoon to develop. It was the "Daughter of the Mother".  (*10)


This is exactly how I have been feeling, for years now, like a butterfly waiting to emerge. I wonder if Gaia feels much the same... Awaiting Her rebirth.


May Gaia awaken within your life and may She inspire you to grow and blossom as you transform your life and world, to honor Her in body and soul. May She awaken within each of us the power to speak and become the force, the protectress and true daughters of the earth and sea and sky which will bring about healing change.


Gaia, Mother of us All... awaken and be renewed. Awaken us all.



*Notes:


1.   http://www.kheper.net/topics/Gaia/goddess.htm   Gaia as Goddess

2.   http://www.paleothea.com/sortasingles/gaia.html Greek Goddess of Earth

3.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia_(mythology) Wikipedia - Gaia (mythology)

4.   http://www.buzzle.com/articles/greek-goddess-of-earth.html Greek Goddess of     Earth   Intelligent life on the web                 

5.   http://www.goddessonearth.com/gaia.htm Goddess on Earth /Gaia

6.   http://www.gaiagoddesses.com/ Gaia Goddesses

7.   http://www.sacred-texts.com/wmn/bog/bog25.htm Myth & Folklore CD-ROM

              Book of the Goddess, by Anna Livia Plurabelle

              4. Worship Her by restoring balance to Her planet.

              "The Goddess in her form Gaia is the spirit of the fourth principle.

8.   Image description from the cover of a book by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph D.   "Theatre of the Imagination"

9.  http://seattle.backpage.com/Events/gaia_s_temple_goddess_worship_service/classifieds/ViewAd? %20oid=1415894

              Gaia's Temple Goddess Worship Service

10.  http://www.aloha.net/~ruth/Gaia.html The Planetary Goddess Awakes

               Gaia the very soul of this planet AWOKE on the Eclipse of February of 98.

11.  http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2008/06/goddess-gaia.html just a thought

               because inspiration begins with that one thought, that one word, that one image   Thursday  june 19 2008     Goddess Gaia


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Ritual to Inanna

Posted on Feb 15th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
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I begin this ritual to Inanna by gathering materials/items for my altar.


Fire- East-  crystal candle holder with white candle, lighter

Water- South-  a small bundle of reeds and bowl of rain water  

Earth- West- rose quartz shaped like a heart and my journal/pen as well as a small silver image of Inanna

Air- North- my homemade incense in honor of Inanna (myrrh, rose, hibiscus, and a magickal blend of Black Goddess * recipe listed earlier),  bamboo charcoal and stone labyrinth holder.


I also gathered the following symbols to adorn my altar:

A rose, crescent moon, an image of a butterfly and a veil as my altar cloth.


Before setting up my altar I cleansed myself and created sacred space.

I purified my body with a warm bath strewn with rose petals and the bath oil- "WINTER MAIDEN"  It is described as ....Ice-rimmed innocence. The blush of youth, frozen for eternity and the Stardust collection: Snow-laden woods, iced blackberry and bergamot, white rose, and crystallized amber. The scent was "fragrant rare... Somehow, bathing with this oil invokes within me the sense of being a Queen, as if Inanna Herself has adorned me. I lovingly bathe my body, apply fragrant oil, cover my nakedness in a sheer robe, pin my hair loosely with small clip, adorn my lips with colour and my body with silver ankle bracelets.


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I breathe. Seek a quiet place within and without. I breathe in deeply and release. I need to breathe more freely...effortlessly...calmly. Breathing is my birth right... and yet, I struggle with the simple act of breathing. I hold my breath. why? what am I afraid of? why is breathing an effort? why so shallow? breathe in deeply... pay attention. hold. exhale. breathe. breathe in. breathe out. breathe myself alive again. The following is a poem I wrote with the letters in "breathe". I follow the mantra as instructions to assist me in deep, conscious breathing.


BREATHE

begin (being)

release. rest. relax. re-member

enter/embrace

awareness.

then

hold.

exhale.


I created a sacred space in my bedroom by clearing a circle of protection. My altar is an antique, hand-carved, low table which I drape with a veil representing the seven veils that Inanna wore and removed before Her descent into the Underworld.


I call in the four guardians/ the directions and honor them with the elements they relate with. Beginning with the East, I set the crystal candle holder in place and light the white candle with a match. I invite the maiden that is within me to join the circle. I honor Her innocence and youth. In the south I place the bundle of reeds and the bowl of rain water. These represent the fertile place in my womb where creative energies are given space to grow and in time, to birth. In the west I place the rose quartz heart, the symbolic rose and my journal in honor of Inanna. I invite the Great Mother to be present in my sacred space. I ask that Her force that nurtures, heals and encourages growth will grace my life. In the North I place the labyrinth stone and ask the Crone, the Hag, the ancient One to grace my circle with Her mystery and wisdom. I place the bamboo charcoal upon the stone and light it with the match.

I then place the stained glass crescent moon in the center of the altar in honor of the Great Moon Goddess. The One with the dark face we never see... The shining One that changes and is yet ever the same. Inanna. The Mother of the stars... Beside the moon,  I place the image of a butterfly to remind my psyche that I am the butterfly, transformed, renewed and free.


I sit before the altar. I wait silently. When the charcoal is white, I place a pinch of incense upon its hot surface. It smolders and smoke spirals skyward. The scent is heavy, rich and slightly sweet. I offer the scent to Inanna. I breathe in. I speak Her name. I speak the words of my invocation, written to honor and invoke the energies of Inanna.


Behold, Inanna!

Queen of Heaven.

I am the breath of stardust.

Shine.

Great Mother

Primordial Womb.

From your sacred cauldron I am born, die and am renewed.

Magick.

Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte,  She of many names.

High Priestess of my soul...

I find my self in You.

Reign.

Dark Goddess.

Blood red pomegranates I offer as a kiss.

Sweet alyssum,  roses fragrant rare lay at your feet.

Breathe.

Twirling plumes of incense adorn your altar.

oh Timeless Mirror

Reveal the Truth of Me.

Be.

The seven gates await...

Wise and Hidden Sister

Enlighten my path.

Trust.

Spirals of light swirl and dance.

A million stars spinning within me.

I am in alignment.

Balance.

Seven secrets.

She who knows the hidden realms.

Ruler of sexuality, depth, power, beauty, imagination, mysticism, mystery.

Inanna.

Her journey into darkness

Echoes still within my psyche.

Lessons taught within the silent chambers of Me.

Remember.

Red earth; blood and body.

I anoint my feet and dance upon holy ground.

My sexual energy is the vortex of creation.

I am Woman.

Orange sunrise awakens my power,  honoring the divine within.

I am nourished by sweet, ripe fruits.

My juices are allowed to flow freely, I laugh.

I dance the ancient ways of the Wild woman.

Yellow lightness of vitality dwells within my fiery core.

I am fearless and spectacular.

My breath is deep and conscious.

I wear a belt of tiger-eye gemstones to strengthen me with grace.

Green valleys and hills embrace and set me free.

I am a butterfly... transformed.

My heart full of joy.

I give birth to life.

Blue skies of possibility open as doorways before me.

I speak my truth and ask for what I want.

My voice is soothing and strong.

I hold the key to my empowerment.

Indigo dreams...whisper intuition, making known my inner wisdom.

I trust my self and watch for signs.

My vision is clear.

I am daughter of the Earth and Sky.

Violet thoughts crown me in understanding.

I transcend my limitations and enter into Oneness of Being.

My dreams become reality.

I am Whole.

Moon Goddess of the Night Sky

Protectress of the sacred Harlots.

Light of the morning and evening star.

Blessed Inanna.

Shine your Love onto my skin, my lips, my breath...

so that a trail of stardust traces every step I take

back home to You.

Dear Mother, Inanna.

I invoke You.

Grant unto me health, love and fertility.

Keep my inner fires burning bright.

Warioress Inanna.

Empress of both light and dark.

Goddess of paradox.

The Beauty and the Hag.

oh, Inanna.

Queen of the Universe

Mother, Sister, Lover, Friend.

Show me my original face.

Inanna.


My words come out softly and build in purpose. The words are spoken and fill my mind with images. I am one in this sacred space with the Goddess. My posture is erect. I fill the energies that are building enter into my root chakra. I allow my energy circles to flow freely. I visualize them spinning like a colourful rainbow of star light along my spine. I envision the powers they give flowing from me in ways that empower, align and bring balance to my body, mind, and spirit. I feel the connection with the Goddess as the invocation is spoken again. I chant them. I hear them as music... liquid vibrations that echo from the center of the earth to the heavens above. I am aware of the fear that Inanna experienced at each gate, and yet I am liberated by Her experiences... I am given the gift that each gate offers. She allows me to take that which is healing, helpful and full of wisdom. She offers Herself unto me as I offer myself unto Her. We are One. The vast mysterious darkness of Her holy womb embraces me and comforts me. I feel empowered to release all fear. To trust. To believe in myself. To know myself as Woman. To hear the wisdom I possess.


Once the invocation is read three times, I sit silent. I listen. I wait. I thank the energies that have been gathered. I ask for that which I seek:


A voice.

A confident ability to just be myself, no matter how fearful the changes feel.

To trust the path that I am on.

To dance in the wisdom that I am enough.



I am filled with gratitude. I offer thanks to the Great Goddess. I journal the insights I am given. After the candle has burned completely, I release the guardians and send blessings with each. I leave my altar in place, as a meditation focus for the weeks to come. I release the energies the circle has gathered and ask they embrace all whom seek them in love.



The following are some thoughts I took note of in my journal:


I made a profound connection with the seven gates of Inanna's descent being related to the seven chakras.

They each correlate with the items She was forced to discard (and the gifts She offers to me) at each gate. I am confident that even more wisdom will unfold, as time passes.


Inanna unexpectedly had to let go of all Her adornments and outer symbols of power. One by one... each one with remorse. Naked and vulnerable, She was afraid, humiliated, crying, alone and then hung upside down, left to die by Her own sister.


This reminds me of birth - the birthing tunnel.... Dark, scary, upside down, head first, awaiting the unknown. It also reminds me of the peri-menopause cycle I am now just embarking upon. The seemingly terrifying aspect of the death of my fertility, beauty and the youth of my body.... The unknown awaiting... the changes that are occurring now leave me feeling stripped of my glory, my grace.


I am on my moontime as I perform ritual tonight.... I am bleeding.       

... Somehow I find comfort in the flooding, the deep red blood that leaves my body so freely. Though I fear death... the unknown, I am confident that the Goddess understands what I am experiencing and finds patience and beauty within my journey. I wish too as well...


It's so powerful.  ... It's so profound. The story of woman. The story we all tell. The spiral story all women live. What a magickal gift we are given. And, the feelings of being naked and vulnerable, betrayed by your own sister. This is powerful!!!!  Inanna's sister, the dark aspect of Her own self, I believe... offer the best lessons.

The dark Goddess within each of us...is our shadow side.  The work must be done, to reveal the shadows... to shine light upon them, not to hunt them down, but to find them, release them, to destroy the lies, the fear, the dying parts, and allow the strong, and wise to grow. Time to plant seeds.  Time to love self.  Time to be aware how my own dark sister seeks to destroy me... Speaks not in love, but harshly. How I must to love myself in all my changing facets... To bless it all.


Random thoughts... yes, but ones that will linger a while.


Later in the evening I read these words. Ones I had written down from somewhere at some unknown time...only to return to me when I need them most. They are so appropriate! 

The dark phase of the cyclical process is a phase of healing and renewal rather than one of fear and unknowing; a time of mystery, wisdom, and healing power -- all gifts of the Dark Moon Goddess.


These are words of wisdom... Time for me to go within... at the times in my cycle which call for such.... Tend to my own self. Fear not. To converse with the ancient One, the Dark and Light sides of Inanna, myself...





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This ritual was written and performed by Leesa Wilson, 15 February 2009.

I have attached a photo of my altar.


Also the background  image that adorns my computer screen this month of Love.... She reminds me of the Goddess Inanna within myself... Just wanted to share with you.

Windows Photo Gallery Wallpaper

I joined this online school a few months ago : www.MagicalCircleSchool.com 
It is proving to be a lot of fun. All content is my own yet the inspiration in part came from an assignment due there. You should check the school out and see if you might enjoy some of the free online courses offered there. Blessings to all.
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Invocation to Inanna

Posted on Feb 15th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon

Behold, Inanna!
Queen of Heaven.
I am the breath of stardust.


Shine.


Great Mother
Primordial Womb.
From your sacred cauldron I am born, die and am renewed.


Magick.


Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte,  She of many names.
High Priestess of my soul...
I find my self in You.


Reign.


Dark Goddess.
Blood red pomegrantes I offer as a kiss.
Sweet alyssum,  roses fragrant rare lay at your feet.


Breathe.


Twirling plumes of incense adorn your altar.
oh Timeless Mirror
Reveal the Truth of Me.


Be.


The seven gates await...
Wise and Hidden Sister
Enlighten my path.


Trust.


Spirals of light swirl and dance.
A million stars spinning within me.
I am in alignment.


Balance.


Seven secrets.
She who knows the hidden realms.
Ruler of sexuality, depth, power, beauty, imagination, mysticism, mystery.


Inanna.


Her journey into darkness
Echoes still within my psyche.
Lessons taught within the silent chambers of Me.


Remember.


Red earth; blood and body.
I annoint my feet and dance upon holy ground.
My sexual energy is the vortex of creation.

I am Woman.


Orange sunrise awakens my power,  honoring the divine within.
I am nurished by sweet, ripe fruits.
My juices are allowed to flow freely, I laugh.


I dance the ancient ways of the Wild woman.


Yellow lightness of vitality dwell within my fiery core.
I am fearless and spectacular.
My breath is deep and conscious.

I wear a belt of tiger-eye gemstones to strengthen me with grace.

Green valleys and hills embrace and set me free.
I am a butterfly... transformed.
My heart full of joy.

I give birth to life.


Blue skies of possibility open as doorways before me.
I speak my truth and ask for what I want.
My voice is soothing and strong.

I hold the key to my empowerment.


Indigo dreams...whisper intuition, making known my inner wisdom.
I trust my self and watch for signs.
My vision is clear.

I am daughter of the Earth and Sky.


Violet thoughts crown me in understanding.
I transcend my limitations and enter into Oneness of Being.
My dreams become reality.


I am Whole.


Moon Goddess of the Night Sky
Protectress of the sacred Harlots.
Light of the morning and evening star.


Blessed Inanna.


Shine your Love onto my skin, my lips, my breath...
so that a trail of stardust traces every step I take
back home to You.


Dear Mother, Inanna.


I invoke You.
Grant unto me health, love and fertility.
Keep my inner fires burning bright.


Warioress Inanna.


Empress of both light and dark.
Goddess of paradox.
The Beauty and the Hag.


oh, Inanna.


Queen of the Universe
Mother, Sister, Lover, Friend.
Show me my original face.


Inanna.



Written by:  Leesa Wilson  (15 February 2009).




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Homemade Incense in honor of the Goddess Inanna

Posted on Feb 15th, 2009 by goddess of the gypsy moon : the high preistess,  Leesa goddess of the gypsy moon
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Making Incense          Thursday 4 December 2008     

     

During the onset of winter I began a Goddess class... which has led me to dedicate this homemade incense to the Goddess Inanna.


"As the longest night of Winter comes upon us, let the mighty Goddess Inanna serve as a healing reminder of the darkness that we must pass through on our way to the Light." unknown


I  chose to make a non-combustible loose incense. I chose four ingredients in Her honor for my blend. They consist of one resin, Myrrh; two flowers, Rose and Hibiscus; and the magickal blend 'Black Goddess'. For many days I considered my choices and made these based upon deep meditation, research and intuition.

ROSE is associated with Inanna, so naturally I chose this without a doubt. Rose is a fragrance that speaks of the depths of femininity, seduction and mystery. With some research I learned that rose aids in acheivement, creativity, courage/protection, blessings and psychic awareness (among many others); all traits I would like to welcome into my daily life.


At a local herbal shoppe here in Denver (ISIS), I intuitively was drawn to an incense blend entitled: "BLACK GODDESS". Something about the title spoke to me of Inanna and Her journey into the Underworld. It seemed so meaningful and important that I include its' mysterious ingredients into the mixture I was creating. (Black Goddess must remain, for now, a mystery, as I am unable to discover the ingredients, even from the maker). I like this little bit of untamable wildness within my special blend. It is rich and dark like the earth, slightly sticky...with a fragrance which is a swirl of emotions: longing, comfort, sensual, lusty. The scent is exotic and intriguing.

Upon researching Black Goddess I came across this site and quote.


http://www.awakenedwoman.com/biaggi_speech.htm


"The Dark Goddess, found in all cultures, is one aspect of the primordial Goddess from whence everything emerges and to whom all return. She is the Goddess of the crossroads, of death and transformation, of transition and renewal. Because she contains all contradictions within Herself, she is all powerful - hideous and beautiful at the same time. In Her total state she combines the old hag one moment and the beautiful young girl the next.
She is cyclical continuity embodying the past, present and future. She is the dark moon preceding the shining new moon sliver in the night sky. She enfolds in her powerful velvet arms, consumes, regurgitates and transforms anew. We are living in the age of the Dark Goddess. To be living with the Dark Goddess is to be living with contradictions, with extremes, to be living in a state of suspended animation when what is happening inside mirrors what is happening outside.
Inanna, the great Sumerian Goddess, who when she descended into the underworld, was divested of all her glorious clothing at each of the 7 gates she passed through, finally arriving face to face with her sister Ereshigal "naked and bowed low."
What the Dark Goddess has done in this case is to topple our sense of invulnerability. What She seems to be teaching us is our need to face our shadow. Since the Dark Goddess contains all elements - all extremes and everything in between - within Herself, she contains the terrorist as well as the one being terrorized. She is a metaphor for the eternal cycle of creation/destruction and rebirth, of life/death and rebirth. Her duality and multiplicity are Her wholeness.
This is the time of the Great Goddess in Her numinous Dark manifestation. There have been Dark Goddesses in the prehistoric histories of all cultures. What is the function of a Dark Goddess in a society? Since the Dark Goddess functions, on one level, as the shadow image of that culture, belief in the Dark Goddess gives psychic balance to that society.


After reading this I realized that it (the Black Goddess blend) was absolutely appropreiate! In order to know Inanna I must be willing to face the Black Goddess. Her own sister... part of Herself/myself.


I chose the resin MYRRH because of its ancient powers. The properties that I want to incorperate into my incense are its qualities of annointment, cleansing, purification, healing, the ability to lift vibrations, as well as aid in the deepening of meditation. Myrrh is good to use while praying, chanting or making offerings. It seemed especially beneficial to my blend as it increases the power/potency of all other herbs which are combined with it. I am fascinated that It was also used during womens moontime mysteries because of its "blood moving" properties. On a spiritual level, this indicates to me that it impedes stagnation, by keeping the life forces flowing. Myrrh was used in ancient times as an incense to honor the Great Mother. Inanna is considered one of the Great Mothers. ( I really love sychronicity and the way things unfold once I begin delving into the mysteries.)

A woman named Nancy (an herbalist) recommended Hibiscus. I had never come across anything that joined this flower with Inanna, yet I felt compelled to take her suggestion. When I came home and began researching. I discovered much to my delight that indeed this flower was associated with Inanna. It holds powers of great healing, is an antidote to poison, and used during childbirth. With the energies of divination, love and lust, it seems very fitting to use in my special blend of incense.

Creating this personalized blend of incense was very enjoyable. I used a rock that I found in Crestone CO in 1993 while on a magickal weekend retreat. It is shaped like a natural pestle, long, rounded and smooth and fits perfectly in my hand. I found it very grounding using this ancient rock. During the process of preparing the incense, my thoughts were free flowing and yet they continued to encircle being a woman, the power of intention, my connection with the Earth Mother, and the blood that flows through my veins being tied eternally with those of my matriarchal blood line. I love to learn. The way everything actually blended together so "intentionally" (seemingly) was profoundly meaningful to me.

Inanna Incense:
2tsp Black Goddess incense by Moon Magick
3tsp Pink rose buds and petals
2tsp Hibiscus flowers 
3tsp Myrrh

Blend all together using a pestle until well assimulated.


This is my first experience with making incense. I am looking forward to creating more blends as need/purpose arise, verses purchasing the premade variety. This assignment has taught me how spiritual an experience can be when I allow the divine to guide me.


(The following is a chant I found connected with Inanna. And yet, it also is very similar to one used by the Navajo. This makes me smile... so I will use this chant when using my newly created incense.)


Chant:

"Love is before me, Love is behind me, Love is beside me, Love is above me, Love is below me, Love is within me, Love flows from me, Loves comes to me, I am loved".




This was inspired by an assignment due on the online school I am enrolled in :
www.MagicalCircleSchool.com

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