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Poetry in motion

And There I Went (Aspecting Death)

And there I went,
BlackHeart open
leaking ebony,
Nimue’s spark in the juices;

There I ran,
gashed arms,
pink bright trust
flowing from upturned wrists;

There I sat,
rushing red rivers
of Death and Life
thrusting through my core;

There I spoke,
painting words,
brilliant Blue Fire
ringing in ears not my own;

There I returned,
violet intimacy
splattering Godself,
coursing down my aching back.

In Service.

©Boneweaver/Pamela V Jones July 2014

~originally posted at Lean in to Joy

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Camp (Monday Blogging)

So many things ….. but mostly what stands out at the moment (more things will as I have time to process) is how very clear Who I Am was illuminated. At my first Witchcamp I noticed a sharp dividing line in people based on how they run energy and which flavour of energy they ran.

You’ll see sometimes me switching words around in my bio. I suppose it doesn’t much matter what order they are in, but I do it anyway as I try to find the proper wording for what I see clearly at camp. When one is part of a living dynamic tradition that can flux with each additional person that joins it the descriptions tend to vary a bit.

So Reclaiming/Feri. Or Feri/Reclaiming. Or Reclaiming branch of the Feri tradition. All true. The best description however seems to be that I am a Feri Witch who works the energy through a Reclaiming framework. Because when you strip away everything else that is exactly What I Do and Who I Am. At camp there are others who are the same as me and many who are not. Neither is better or worse, correct or incorrect – we are just Who We Are and a full week of close contact, energy working, ritual, and play time highlights the differences more sharply. It always fascinates me, the shining colours dancing through people as they unfold into mystery, and how clearly we are different yet working side by side for common purposes.

It was a good week.

(Originally posted at Lean In To Joy.)

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Verbal Boneweaver is eff’n verbal (Monday blogging early because CAMP!)

Because if I put it everywhere then I am more accountable.

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On Tuesday I had reason and desire to connect my throat chakra to the element of Air. I wanted to release misunderstanding and engage clear communication through my speech. This worked really well and I was very pleased. However, I have been trying to disconnect my throat chakra from the element of Air and I have been thwarted each time.

It has been an interesting wrestling match between the two of us. I have even stomped my feet and whinged, “why won’t you let me go?” But Air has quite the hold on me. This extra verbal side of me is one I have battled in the past. I have no desire to reengage. I have tried many forms of grounding since Tuesday night to be rid of it. And yet it continues.

Because of the relationship I have with Gods, the Universe, and All that Is, it has been…

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Tonight’s Alchemeet was fabulous

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Alchemeet is an online community building project sponsored by Spiralheart Reclaiming community. I will try to remember to promote future Alchemeet sessions here as thus far I’ve only been promoting it on Facebook.

Tonight’s subject was taboo workings and specifically around, bindings, blood magic, and abortion. Other topics were discussed that fall inside the framework of defining what is taboo to speak of in community (if anything). Some subjects are assumed taboo based on the over-arching societal construct we live within in the USA. Many fall into the safe-to-shame category with that shame perpetrated around us and against us (all of us).

We talked about how to share resources for these subjects within everyone’s comfort level, and how to open the conversation up in the first place. The folks of Spiralheart on the chat tonight committed to hosting a table at a meal at camp (2 weeks away!). The working nickname…

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Gender and Transgender in Modern Paganism

Boosting

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Posting the link again because it was and still is worthy and important work. I like to keep this active.

After the Pantheacon incident a few years ago where transwomen were turned away at the door of a “women only” ritual this is one of the good things that came after that experience. Other good things in terms of dialogue about sacred space, discrimination, and how an event such as Pantheacon should address these issues going forward happened, too. This is a free shareable file for non-commercial use titled “Gender and Transgender in Modern Paganism”.

Read chapter 11 “Boys Shorts: an experience of gender and modern paganism” by Lance Moore for a ride through the USA and varying Pagan circles and how gender was treated and felt by Lance over an extended period of time.

Excerpt from ch 11:

Video from Harvest Moon Celebration, about 1990, somewhere near Los Angeles, CA.

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I Rock At Failure

“I am not afraid to live with passion, and I am also not afraid to let things that don’t quite fit fall to the wayside.”

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I am pretty damn comfortable with failure.

I didn’t realize this was true until this past weekend, when my husband and I were listening to an audiobook on a trip out to Ohio. Brené Brown was discussing vulnerability and shame, and she said this about speaking at TED:

“TED is like the failure conference. No, it is. You know why this place is amazing? Because very few people here are afraid to fail. And no one who gets on the stage, so far that I’ve seen, has not failed. I’ve failed miserably, many times. I don’t think the world understands that because of shame.”

So this got me to thinking about some of my spectacular fails:

During undergrad, I was all primed to start grad school in clinical psychology, but when I realized that wasn’t going to make me happy, I walked away.

I got married (the first time.) That didn’t work out,

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On being surprised when people act as they actually are (tardy Monday blogging)

On being surprised when people act as they actually are (tardy Monday blogging).

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Monday blogging – Why Elliot Rodger is a product of patriarchy

Fortesa Latifi – Boys Will Be Boys (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

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when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you he probably just thinks you’re cute’ but the thing is, when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two because no one ever taught her the difference ‘boys will be boys’ turns into ‘that’s how he shows his love’ and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips she goes to school with a busted…

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Flashback 2005 – Monday blogging

(I missed a week. Oops!)

Back in 2005 an online friend had a witchcraft course running in a forum. The tradition she co-created was Wiccan based. That trad was not for me, but one of the pieces of course work I found very intriguing. It was to rewrite the Charge of the Goddess by Doreen Valiente in our own words  with what the deities mean to us after meditating on the charge. Here is my rewrite:

The Charge of the Goddess

by PJVJ (Modified from Doreen Valiente’s Charge of the Goddess)

Listen to the words of the Great Mother; she who of old

was also called among men Artemis, Astarte, Athene, Dione,

Melusine, Aphrodite, Cerridwen, Dana, Arianrhod, Isis,

Brid, and by many other names.

 I am the cut in the leaf and the tiny insect underneath. I am the wild goose and soaring wind. I am your joyous burst of laughter and your most bitter tear. I flit at the edges of your imagination and tease in your dreams. I am the base of all that you are and that you will become. I am the love – in nature, in art, in music, in laughter, in sex, in you. I am the despair – in light, in darkness, in words, in crowds, in loneliness, in you. I am always with you. I am the Honor. I am the Humility. I am the Reverence. I am the Peace. I am the Joy of All things.

Meet with kindred spirits, once a month when the moon is full, and invoke my presence, my joy, my desire; and fulfill your need. Call me and I shall join you in your rite.  Know that all acts, all manners, of love and pleasure come through me. Rejoice in my presence and raise voice, hands and feet to me. Sing! Dance! Laugh! Seek my wisdom – all of my wisdom.

Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess; she in the dust

of whose feet are the hosts of heaven, and whose body

encircles the universe.

Look up! Look down! I am everywhere. I am here in your house. I am out in the fields. I am above you in the sky. I am below you in the middle earth. I surround the universe with my ample self and I reach inside you and light the flame – of existence, of knowledge, of love, of eternity. Seek everywhere at once for me, but know this to be true – if what you seek you do not see first within you, you shall never find it outside of you.

I am the beginning and end, the above and below, the seen and unseen. I was there to smell your first breath and I will be there blowing your last breath away. And when you rise again I will be there with you. I am All that Is and all that Is is Me.

Copyright © 2005 (Boneweaver) Pamela V Jones

 

Originally posted at Lean in to Joy.

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Grace

Ah yes…Grace.

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To live with the conscious knowledge of the shadow of uncertainty,
with the knowledge that disaster or tragedy could strike at any time;
to be afraid and to know and acknowledge your fear,
and still to live creatively and with unstinting love:
that is to live with grace.
~Peter Abrahams

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