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| Moon Age = 6 days | Moon Phase = Heading toward 1st quarter | Weather = Still Cold and Icy | Current reading = Initiations, Human and Solar - Alice A. Bailey
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Quote:"Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly."
- Lowell
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December 24, 1998 - Christmas Eve
There's a certain meditative quality about churning butter. The constant up/down motion of the paddle through the fresh milk soon lulls you into that quiet place - that one place where nothing can intrude, not even the threat of war. It's still hard work though. Now is the perfect time for churning. Spring is new enough to still be a might bit chilly at night but it's not hot enough during the day to melt the butter. I take up my usual spot for the job - the corner of the front porch that is on the shady side, just under the big ole hicker nut tree. I was so lulled into the job that I never heard anyone walk up.
"Evenin' M'am."
Story Idea: a woman during the civil war who finds herself isolated by the fighting despite having 'talents' (psychic) and her fight for survival...
I hd to get that little bit out before it was lost forever - I kind of like the idea of a woman (basically a witch - or wise woman - but without using those terms) trying to survive during the war. I'll have to do a bit of research and work on this a bit more...
Well, I didn't manage to get those wicks after all. We got out and got to Michael's fifteen minutes before they closed but they had already locked the doors. We ended up going to Media Play where I found another art book for 75% off instead. Oh well - Saturday is another chance for wicks...
Since I'm going to be hand dipping candles by holding on to the wick and dipping it into the melted paraffin - does that make me officially...wickan??? hehehehehehehe!!! I love bad puns...
It's finally Christmas Eve. I began this entry at about 10:30 but I found myself watching (off and on) the Christmas Mass on tv. I ended watching the Catholic version instead of the Episcopal...it's strange - here I am, a Witch, watching the midnight mass.
Actually, I think that it is the ritual of it all that attracts me. I have a healthy respect for stuff like that. I don't agree with much else of the religion and there doesn't seem to be the same 'oomph' behind the rituals anymore but still, I respect them. In many ways, I regret the fact that much the magick has gone out of them and that it remains as a symbolic gesture. People have forgotten the power of words and of magick in general. It is a great shame that it isn't taught anymore about how to command and manipulate energy with sound - it's a magick of all it's own.
I'm having a hard time dealing with having to make peace with Jesus. Oh, I'm never going to be a convert into the christian faith but with my studies at SHA and reading Alice Bailey's work, I see I'm going to have to accept the fact that He's on the same side that I am. It will be my luck that when I get to the level where a master begins working with me - I'll get Him, simply because of this. lol.
I think that part of this comes from the Sunday mornings I spent as a kid sitting in that little ole Cumberland Presbyterian church in Providence listening to the preacher get real passionate about hellfire, brimstone and how vengeful god could be...it's a wonder that podium survived all those years with his beating on it for emphasis - or to wake up some of those sleeping old men. I remember being there quite a few times and wondering why the heck anyone would be so upset about us humans doing what we do...and why this guy was going on so about it. I have to laugh about it now, though.
Going back to the midnight mass - I just remembered what it is that I really like about it. It's hearing the latin passages being sung. I love hearing how other languages sound - especially the musical ones like latin. If one truly understood how sound and music magick works - that could really be something to experience!!!
Well...I had thought that this entry could be wise, deep and worthy of praise (lol) but my toes are starting to freeze. It's kind of hard to concentrate and be brilliant under those conditions, so I'll call it a night. Good night, Sweetie. Merry Christmas, World...
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