on a mission from
Goddess

I have a confession to make.  I can't write a review of Deborah DeNicola's book, The Future that Brought Her Here, as I was supposed to today.  For one thing I haven't finished the book.  That's not a bad thing, really, and I'll tell you why.  It's the kind of metaphysical read that you really want to savor rather than rush through.  While reading, I have felt compelled to stop and journal or check out her source material and otherwise delve into my own psyche or spirit to test the truth of her words.  But more on that later.

The subtitle of the book is A Memoir of a Call to Awaken and this is precisely the focus of DeNicola's book.  Her story starts, as many do, with a loss--the loss of a lover, a career, a home.   It's the sort of anchorless state that sends many souls on a quest for where they truly belong.  For DeNicola, that quest takes her inward to explore Jungian psychology and archetypal symbolism and gnostic spirituality and outward to Israel, the American West and Southern France.  Not surprisingly, her journey mirrors some aspects of mine and others I know.  Interestingly, though, the more I read, the more vivid my own dreams have become with symbolism and mother images.  Coincidence?  I don't believe in them.

Two more things I love about this book:  First, DeNicola brings her award-winning poetic talent to the tome in both freestanding verse and a lyrical bent to her prose.  Second, her focus on the Magdalene, helping to raise her energy from that of a fallen woman to her true stature as an incarnation of the feminine divine.  You all know how I grok the feminine divine.

All of life is a journey, and I am enjoying walking DeNicola's path.  I'm sure you will, too. 

This bit of loveliness was sent to me by my sister via e-mail.  Hope you enjoy it!


The New Religion of the 21st Century
        On the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark  But calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground
An inner revolution is taking place and certain individuals are being called to a higher light
It is a silent revolution
From the inside out
From the ground up

It is time for me to reveal myself
I am an embedded agent of a secret, undercover
Clandestine Global operation
A spiritual conspiracy
We have sleeper cells in every nation on the planet

You won't see us on the T.V.
You won't read about us in the newspaper
You won't hear about us on the radio

We don't seek any glory
We don't wear any uniform
We come in all shapes and sizes
Colors and styles

Most of us work anonymously
We are quietly working behind the scenes in every country and culture of the world
Cities big and small, mountains and valleys, in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands

You could pass by one of us on the street and not even notice
We go undercover
We remain behind the scenes
It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done

Occasionally we spot each other in the street
We give a quiet nod and continue on our way so no one will notice

During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs
But behind the false storefront, at night is where the real work takes place

Some call us the 'Conscious Army'
We are slowly creating a new world with the power of our minds and hearts
We follow, with passion and joy
Our orders from the Central Command
The Spiritual Intelligence Agency

We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking
Poems
Hugs
Music
Photography
Movies
Kind words
Smiles
Meditation and prayer
Dance
Social activism
Websites
Blogs
Random acts of kindness

We each express ourselves in our own unique ways with our own unique gifts and talents

'Be the change you want to see in the world'
That is the motto that fills our hearts
We know it is the only way real transformation takes place
We know that quietly and humbly we have the power of all the oceans combined

Our work is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains
It is not even visible at first glance
And yet with it entire tectonic plates shall be moved in the centuries to come

Love is the new religion of the 21st century

You don't have to be a highly educated person
Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it

It comes from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings

Be the change you want to see in the world
Nobody else can do it for you

We are now recruiting
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have....
All are welcome...
The door is open

-Brian Piergrossi
(From the book 'The Big Glow')
 

For the past several days (or longer), there has been a great amount of light pouring in, and does it ever feel divine!  I can literally feel all the cells of my body filling up with an amazing cushion, drink, tingling, glowing, and a simply amazing feeling of a most heavenly nature. This new light has arrived in a very timely way, for several reasons.  

Many of us have recently been situated somewhere new in regard to our “homes,” or geographical locations. This has manifested as a literal move to a new area or new home, or even a re-building or remodeling of our current home. In this way, we have been placed somewhere “new” where we most certainly needed to be for the times to come. (If you have not recently moved, you are probably right where you need to be already.)

To read the rest, go here.

 . . . And merry birthday to me!


Forgive me folks for not posting this earlier, but with the birthday and all--yes I'm a pumpkin baby--I'm a little behind.  Anyway, someone posted the following to a list to which I belong.  I thought it was worth repeating.

The Halloween Witch

Each year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch. Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth beneath her deformed nose.

Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.



Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature.

I disagree; I believe this to be how Witches were really seen.

Consider that most Witches: were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented by light of day as a confessed Witch.

Few if any saw a frightened normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to anything suggested to her and to give names or what ever would stop the questions.

Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed Witch.

As the Witch was paraded through town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love, all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body the jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of torture.

The face bruised and broken by countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone, replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose.

The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched the wagon for support, fractured fingers with nails torn away locked like groping claws to steady her broken body.

All semblance of humanity gone this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.

I revere this Halloween Crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of man. Each year I shed tears of respect when the mundane exhibit their symbol of Christian love.

angel © 6-26-99
Petals & Thorns

I don't share the author's disdain of Christians per se, but I do understand the nature of the type of intolerance that leads to violence and torture.  If your truth, whatever that is, requires you to annihilate others, maybe you ought to reexamine your truth.