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White Elk - Welcoming Spring
White elk, blue bird, green shoots--these are the miracles that have filled the last week for me.
This is the point upon the seasonal Wheel-of-the-Year when I expect miracles. White elk, blue bird, green shoots—these are miracles of the “Super” in the natural world that I have been celebrating all week.
For several years I had been hearing stories of a female white elk from hunters, hikers and wilderness wanderers. She was first seen one summer up Paradise Divide. During last year’s autumn Hunting Season she was viewed through a rifle site with a large herd gathered for the mating rut in Dark Canyon.
She was not quite a legend yet. Perhaps, she is merely a forest fable...
Candlemas, Imbolc and the Teachings of the Old Ones
WELCOME CANDLEMAS AND IMBOLC. WE CELEBRATE THE RETURN OF THE FEMININE LIGHT AND THE BLESSINGS OF BRIGIT, MOTHER OF POETRY, SMITHCRAFT AND PROTECTOR OF THE YOUNG.
As the ice begins its melting dance, the sap rises and the Sun appears to move ever closer--we celebrate the illumination of Purpose, the ignition of Passion, the kindling of our creativity and the flame of the Soul on Fire. The creatures are gestating, the green, green light of Nature within the Earth is expanding. We are praying for Spring!
Life, Death. Death, Life.
Here at Wise Acre, our home in the Rockies, we are fostering 2 spring fawns, 1 male and 1 female. It seems that their mother lost a race with a pack of coyotes as she led them away from her young. The orphans are now sheltering in the back yard by the river, under the Engleman spruce tree around which we dance the May Day ritual. Juniper and Phil, as they have named themselves, are growing fatter and more inquisitive each day as the neighborhood tends to them.
Life, Death. Death, Life.
NOW IS THE TIME OF SPONTANEOUS SHAMANIC PERSONAL "DEATH" and REBIRTHING RITUALS INDIGENOUS PEOPLE AND THE ELDERS OF MANY TRIBES RECOGNIZE THIS ERA, FROM THE SOLSTICE THROUGHOUT 2013 AS THE RECEIVING OF NEW LIFE FROM THE FIRE OF THE PASSING YEAR. THIS IS WHAT THE MAYANS, THE NAVAJO, HOPI AND MANY OTHER FIRST NATIONS DESCRIBE AS THE FIFTH WORLD OF NEW VISION AND CONSCIOUSNESS.
I shared these transmissions and teachings of the Elders and Medicine People from the Two Continents during Jul/Soulstice Meditations. And, during this next cycle of 13 moons it is important to invite and face the challenges of which the Old Ones remind us :
AS WE WALK THROUGH THE PORTALS OF THE 5TH WORLD WE WILL EXPERIENCE A SHAMANIC DEATH AND REBIRTH.
2. Hold your abused, abandoned, neglected, sorrowing body in your arms. Look down at your broken self with deep mercy and love. See it all. Now, become the Jaguar, the Mountain Lion. With your shamanic claws and teeth, rip your Old Self apart, devouring every part of it. Reabsorb the shamanically-scattered self. Engulf the old and reintegrate it into the New and Transformed Self.
3. As Unci Maka, Pacha Mama, Gaia, Mother Earth teaches: At this moment, men, too, have the organs with which to conceive, gestate and birth the New World Being. Women and Men, know that you are pregnant with your own New Self. As you feel the beginnings of life growing within, feed this only love, valiant intention, passion and peace. As labor begins, you feel the profound waves of all Life flowing through you. When transition comes, and it is time to push, look down between your legs. See your infant face, perfectly formed being born into your own hands. Hold this perfect Golden Child in your arms. Feel the pulsing of the umbilical cord between you. Look into the loving eyes of your New Self, your True Be-ing. All is forgiven. All is forgiven.
4. As you walk through, know that on the other side of the Portal another Mystery awaits you. Wherever you walk on the Path, an antipodal energy, Spirit Kin, Ancestral being, UnderWorld Ally will be there to walk with you. Literally. This Mirror Energy is unique for each individual and has been waiting to accompany you. It will take every step with you, creating and holding a solid foundation, offering support and keeping you aligned and in balance.
This energy holds you up with Divine Harmony. Attend to its guidance and you will not take a wrong step or lose your way on the Path.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ARE EXPERIENCING AND LEARNING ON THIS WONDERFUL NEW WORLD JOURNEY AND VISION QUEST.
******FULL-MOON SACRED SAUNA -- SUN. FEB. 24--5 PM AT WISEACRE FOR MYSTERY SCHOOL GODDESSES. WE WILL BRING OUR 13-MOON COUNCIL TIME TO A CLOSING SO THAT WE MAYOPEN AGAIN, ANEW, TO WELCOME THE SPRING AND THE SOUTH and WEST WINDS. WE WILL SHARE THE DISCOVERIES, RECOVERIES, ASK THE QUESTIONS AND SHARE THE INSPIRATIONS FROM THE PASSING YEAR--IMBOLC TO IMBOLC.
LIGHT A CANDLE. PLACE IT IN YOUR FRONT WINDOW. ILLUMINATE THE WAY FOR YOUR WANDERING SOUL TO RETURN HOME -- AT LAST!
May you follow the thread which guides you from the time Before Time. May you meet Sisters of Grace and Brothers of Mercy all along the way.
May you be beautiful in your sorrow, Wise in your longings, Merciful in your self- counsel and Valiant in the most quiet, unseen acts of kindness.
you never meet the darkest Creatures of the Self, and when you do--may you forgive and embrace them as fellow travelers, teachers and guides.
May you winter better and more robustly each year. May the Spring thaws crack your heart open to the Green arising World. May you raise a tree, a flower, a trickling spring wherever you cast your loving eyes toward Earth.
May you carry your burdens as blessings, Your pain as praise, Your power as prayers.
May you honor the plate made ready, the chair at the table the communion celebration generously prepared. And, may you let yourself be served from the Grail of Gratitude by those who love you so well.
Michael Quark is a Gaelic-speaking, wood-carving, storytelling Irish Bard and Shenachee. In Celtic tradition, he is a File or mythological, mystical Master. He carves blocks of wood into poetic icons of the Sidhe, the Pookahs, Goddesses Maeve, Bridget and other ancient Mystery figures. He carves swiftly, dangerously, spilling curls of finely shaved wood around him, all the while watching his listener out of the corner of his canny eye.
On this day before Samhain, or All Hallows' Eve he is telling tales as old as Erin, of the Tuatha de Daanan, the Shining Children of Dana or the Fair People, the Fomorians and the great Irish Warrior Queens. I will join him on the magical night of Hallowmas at the austere and historically bloody McCree Castle, where he will tell the tales of Bahn Sidhes (Banshees) and many Other-worldly characters and doings of this neighborhood, and the enchanted region of Sligo to the sea. Joining us will be a large circle of local folks and friends and afficianados from around the West.
Among the avid listeners and believers in the OtherWorld of Mystery are Irish computer experts, scientists and corporate execs along with local sheep farmers, young lovers and retired couples who still intimately speak Gaelic to each other. A harpist is filling the Great Hall with ancient aires and folk melodies. The service at the hotel is in a long lull. Apparently the resident ghosts at Castle McCree are making themselves flagrantly evident to the staff. Some cleaners and waiters have fled the ghostly stone rooms and cavernous dining rooms, refusing to clean or serve until the "Ghosts have crossed back over to the World Between."
Michael leads the listeners as both he and they share family stories from 100's of years past. They tell of the family Bahn Side, or female "crafty one" who floats about the old Georgian mansions and farmsteads just waiting to wail her predicitions of the next piece of bad luck or untimely death. One somewhat dazed-looking, young couple wanders into the circle late in the evening. As if he can sniff Faerie doings and non-mortal magic on them, Michael states: "So. You've been glamoured and gone, have you?"
At first the couple speak haltingly, as if awaking from a long dream. Then, drawn out and elaborated by Michael, they tell the story of having had a late breakfast with the girl's family, then heading out to the father's back pasture for a walk. As they followed what was first, a familiar track, a sudden mist came upon them, and they were drawn into its folds. They grow excited telling how they wandered and wandered for what felt like days, even months. Then they realized that they had been Glamoured, or lured away by the Little People and the Old Ones. They know that if and when they are returned to the land of the Living, 100's of years may have passed since they crossed over into the World of the Sidhe. They tell of singing all the tunes and prayers and incantations they have ever heard to beg the Sidhe Folk to release them from their thrall. Then, just as suddenly, they are awake, lying under a tangley oak tree, rousing to a clear day.
"Ah," says the ArchDruid Michael, "You were well and truly stolen--captive in that place between bark and tree, caught between wave and foam. This is the Realm of our relations who are just on the other side of the thin Veil between mortals and immortals. You are blessed by Bridgit and the Wise Ones to be returned to us from the World Beyond the World."
The accountants and IT experts and chemists and locals all nod their heads in solemn witness to the truth of these words. Each of them know and believes that it could just as easily have been one of them who wandered into Faerieland. And, if they are not respectful of the ongoing congress between This Place and That, it just could be them, next Halloween. Happy Samhain and watch where you walk! - from Marcie.