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Non-Ritual Ritual

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This specific morning was a very special day for me, a day I had waited for since I was in the 4th grade. It was a cool, brisk morning full of anticipation. I had decided to drive with my children the 5 hours from Fort Campbell, Kentucky to Peebles, Ohio just to be there specifically for Spring Equinox.

While driving up the road leading to the preserved site, my heart and mind were full of anticipation, but a small voice in the back of my mind kept telling me not to get TOO excited. As we drove up and found a parking space, I began to feel a bit….let down. I had been in such awe when I first read of this ancient effigy that I was expecting some great and wonderful spiritual moment upon seeing it. But sadly, there was none. The kids and I got out of the car and just took in our surroundings. Trees were all around, but obviously pruned and cut away from specific areas. The two burial mounds we had seen on the internet were obvious, but so much smaller than anticipated. There were a few people about when we got there….maybe a total of 20. All dressed in bright vibrant clothes; thick crocheted, knitted or sewn blankets and wraps in all colors of the rainbow; drums of all sizes and shapes could be seen about. We walked up the sidewalk a bit, and climbed the tall metal lookout to get a better view of this ancient sacred site. From up there we could actually see the full shape and size of the Great Serpent Mound. We descended the lookout and began our exploration of the grounds.

After walking one complete time around the ancient effigy, we veered off the path to a hiking trail to see what lay just beyond the tree line. We descended down the steps to find ourselves on a trail about 20 feet below the area we were just walking, and that wound down beside a small stream. We stopped several times admiring the beauty of the trees swaying in the morning light; and to listen to the small waterfalls gurgling the peaceful sounds of Momma Gaia. I sat on a log dampened by the morning’s dew. The energies around me were quiet; still; expectant. I sat with my eyes closed grasping the few stones I intended to charge in my hand. The smells of Mother Nature in the morning surrounded me; musty undergrowth, decaying leaves, rich soil, fresh baby green grasses just breaking the ground in search of more Sun. Around me the sounds of nature were at work; crickets cricking their farewell to the dawn, birds chirping their greeting to the morning, the wind gently rubbing the tree limbs together. The few not-so-natural, or better yet, manmade sounds began to filter in. The sounds of my little girl on the log next to me shuffling the leaves with her feet, pouting that she has to sit on the damp log with me…this the one that calls herself my “Little Go-Go Witch”. Then, the sounds of my son, the one who calls himself my “Christian Boy” like his daddy, quietly giggling as the wind tickled his eyelashes while he tried to “meditate”. How backward is that? Lol After peeking to check on my children and be sure they were still within the immediate area, I went back to my own appreciation of the absolute quiet I was enjoying.

My meditation had taken me deep under the earth, through rich dark soils to secret underground water caches where roots and small animals would possibly call sanctuary. It took me to a time of people living WITH the Earth, not just ON it. It took me to a time before our technology of today secluded us so much from our true Mother who nurtures and cares for us. A time before a 10 sec download was so much better than a 40 second download….because it’s not very efficient to waste the whole, whopping 30 seconds of your life watching the download bar to be complete. From the depths of my meditation I began to hear small tingling and jingling sounds. I heard the soft murmur of voices and so popped my eyes open to see what it was. Almost immediately upon opening my eyes, I was greeted by an old wrinkled, bone thin, scraggly beard looking hippie guy who had a smile as radiant as the sun, and an energy that just emitted joy at that moment. “Happy Spring”, he said in greeting. Shocked by the surprise of such an open greeting and recognition of the Spring Equinox, I was barely able to choke out “Happy Spring” back to him before he and the other men in his small group passed me. This was when I stood up myself, herded my children back to me and walked up the trail some more. Only a few feet up the trail we met with the females of the group of people. All so happy and chatty. All quite a bit older than me in years, but so much closer to me in spirit…..I could just feel their energies rolling off of them. “Happy Equinox”, one of the ladies brightly offered to me. “Blessed Equinox to you all as well.” I was a bit more prepared this time.

I was suddenly feeling more connected, more kindred here at the Serpent Mound. When I arrived I felt disappointed and alone. I wanted to feel SO MUCH when I arrived, but felt absolutely nothing. These few smiling faces and a couple of Equinox blessings helped me to relax more and experience the energies of the Great Serpent, rather than trying to force what I was wanting.

My kids and I finished walking the trail and discussing the historical facts as well as myths about the site as we went. It was upon reemerging from the trail and at the tail of the Serpent that a growing need for ritual hit me and hit me hard. I really wanted to leave, and quickly, hoping I would be able to get back home in time to put together even a very small and meager ritual to honor Ostara, or Spring Equinox. But, I decided to wait it out a little longer, besides, we were only about 45 minutes from the actual Equinox time.

We walked around the Serpent again and I took as many pictures as I could…that were actually any good at least. (You see, from the ground it is VERY difficult to see anything but grassy hills…the Serpent is much better viewed from above, which is why the best pictures of it are all aerial.) By this time more and more people began to show up and walk around. One group that showed up right before the actual Equinox was a group of Native American women who had brought with them their medicine drums to welcome in Spring with their beautiful chanting. I finally worked up the courage to speak to a few of the revelers who, I found out, had been there well before sunrise in order to greet the Sun as it rose. It was nice to share in their experience with bringing in Spring at the Serpent Mound, something this group did every year.

As we began our third, and final, trip around the Serpent the small group of four Native Women had finally begun their ritual drumming. The sound of their drums, as well as the ones you could hear whispering up from other areas on the ground, resonated deep within my soul. I could feel each beat of every drum play along my nerves, caressing my senses. Oh my, I love the sound of drums during a ritual, or for celebrations. The feeling made me long to get home even more to hold my ritual and give my reverence to the Lord and Lady; to Mother Earth; and to my Spirit’s need to revel. But with all the drums around me, it was almost as if it were meant to happen in this way….almost as if it were the closing of the ritual that I was feeling the need for. As we walked we could hear the women’s drumming and soft chanting; we all three actually began to bounce to the beat of their drums as we walked. When we returned, for the last time, to the Serpent’s tail, I turned to each quarter and blessed the stones I still had in my pocket. I thanked the Sun for being out that morning and helping to chase away some of the chill. And I thanked the Spirits of the Natives who built this mound….for whatever reason they had, it was a mighty one to have gone to the lengths it took to create such a magnificent work that is still in existence today, a few thousand years after it was made. The kids and I gave our thanks, blew our kisses to the Nature Spirits there, and we left.

I was barely in the car when I began planning my ritual out. I was already making plans as to what I would cook for dinner, considering I would be getting home right at dinner time. I was planning how I was going to clean my altar off and quickly redecorate it for Ostara. I already had my quarter calls done, they are usually the same as always, just with slight changes for each sabbat. I was so reenergized and amped up to get home and hold a wonderfully humble little ritual when I got home, but I was also getting very overwhelmed by my own expectations. I knew I had a long drive home. I needed to grocery shop for the dinner foods; get home and cook the dinner; clean the altar off and reset it; I had to do my ritual shower and space cleansing; I had to gather everything before the ritual took place, and most important, I had to be sure it was a special honoring and not a huge flubbing mess. It was amidst all these preparations making and the pre-ritual panicking that an overwhelming feeling of warmth, comfort and ACCEPTANCE hit me. I didn’t need to go home a hold ritual….I already had, ALL MORNING LONG. No, I didn’t have an altar set up. No, I didn’t intentionally call in the quarters; cast a circle; or request the guardians’ presence. No, I didn’t have a specific script, or even a libation. I had none of these things, but I HAD held ritual. My ritual wasn’t a ritualistic ritual, but it was a ritual nonetheless. I was a bit aggravated with myself for not realizing it sooner. I, being a deployed soldier at one point, should know very well that these things are not necessary to hold a ritual….not at all.

Ritual is not about the “stuff” you have. It’s not always about saying the “right” things. Ritual is about understanding. Ritual is about sharing. Ritual is about honoring. All of these things can be done without candles, wands, athames or incenses. All of these things can be done as simply and as beautifully as sharing a lifelong dream of yours with someone you love or cherish, and allowing them to experience your joy at that time of sacredness in your life.

 

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G is for…..Guidance

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(Yah, so, this post DID NOT go in the direction I had planned when I thought of the topic “Guidance”, but after reading what I wrote, I wanted to share anyhow)

Guidance is such a simple act in life that can lead to either purity and goodness, or to dark imbalance. Guidance is the one thing I see lacking in our children today….and even within our own ranks as Grown Ups.

I don’t know how things were back in the good ‘ol days, but it feels as if there is a major disconnect between our Olders (not elders, just olders) and our younglings now more than ever I’ve heard stories about. My generation, the few ahead of us and the few behind us who have begun to procreate are seriously lacking in the guidance department of our children. It saddens my heart that we have bred laziness into ourselves over the last few decades so much so that we are literally raising each others children. Now, don’t get me wrong, I believe in the whole “it takes a community/tribe/street block to raise a child”….only to a point. It is not the responsibility of everyone else to teach morals and ethics to another’s offspring, and it’s an especially ugly situation when that parent decides to put you in your place for stepping out of line…..even though had they been a part of that child’s playtime and been guiding them to be kind and fair players the situation would not have unfolded.

Not only is there the lack of guidance that I see from parent to child, but then there is the ever-growing problem of MIS-guiding our youth, and even each other. To guide one is to mentor one, or to raise one, or to help one to mold themselves into whatever they are to become. But if you are coming from a jaded perspective then the result will be another jaded person. I’ve seen that there is not the act of guidance going on, but the act of self impintation onto others. The Ego overriding the Spirit.

I really think that what I’m talking about here is the difference between actually guiding someone, or helping them to find the path THEY choose, then helping them to stay on it; or even reevaluate and change if they feel the need…..and planting your own impressions on another and making sure they do not veer from YOUR idea or path you have chosen for them.

Guidance is not pointing the way out for another; it is allowing them the room to see ALL the choices and to make the decision on their own. This is even more true when you see someone going down the “wrong” path. You can’t always say that the path is wrong for them; it may end up being a tough journey, with many MANY obstacle in their way, but it just may be the path they NEED to be on. As a Guide/Mentor, it is only our “duty” to be there for them, to be their mirror so that they can make adjustments to their own itinerary, be there for them, love them through ever mistake they make and keep on encouraging them. Not admonish them for wrong doings, but talk with them and help them to see why their choice of action was wrong/hurtful/etc. It is never our jobs as a Guide to step in and make the decisions for them, or to dictate what to do and where to go.

If more people would learn what proper guidance was; Spirit-led not Ego-led, then I believe our society would become a more peaceful, responsible, and accepting place to live.

F is for……Faith or Belief?

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Do I have a Faith or a Belief?  Do I follow a Belief or a Faith?  Is it a Belief system or a Faith in?

To be honest, these questions have come up for me while working on myself over the past few years.  I feel I have grown so much recently that there just can’t be anymore to room to grow….but I constantly find there always is.  Many of my Self-Discovery/Motivational books I read talk about Faith and Belief.  Having belief in yourself enough to make things happen, and having faith that what you Will into your life will appear.

I’ll be honest though, these two words escape me much of the time.  They are very difficult for me to discern, separate.  By definition, they are SO VERY SIMILAR that I tend to want to use them interchangeably.  But they are different words, aren’t they?, with different meanings, huh?  Why else would they have two separate entries….right?

(from Webster’s dictionary online)

Definition of FAITH

1 a : allegiance to duty or a person : loyalty

   b (1) : fidelity to one’s promises (2) : sincerity of intentions

2 a (1) : belief and trust in and loyalty to God (2) : belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion

   b (1) : firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2) : complete trust

3 : something that is believed especially with strong conviction; especially : a system of religious beliefs       <the Protestant faith>

on faith

   : without question <took everything he said on faith>

Definition of BELIEF

: a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing

: something believed; especially : a tenet or body of tenets held by a group

3 :  conviction of the truth of some statement or the reality of some being or phenomenon especially    when based on examination of evidence

The more I struggle with the meanings and the differences in them, the more I realize you cannot have one without the other.  In my understanding of the two, you cannot have Faith without Belief.  Nowhere in the definition of Belief is there a need of Faith, but in the definition of Faith you must already hold a Belief.

 

Religiously speaking, belief would be the unwavering “trust”, infallible “knowing” that God/Spirit is there and will always be there; the state of mind that makes God/Spirit real to you.  But faith is the loyalty you have to God/Spirit even when you cannot hear them, see them, touch them, or even feel them.  Faith is the conviction you have that no matter the circumstances, you will always stand your ground.

I think it was very well explained on this blog I visited:

“What is belief? It is a principle, proposition, idea that is accepted as true; opinion, conviction; religious faith; trust or confidence. What is faith? It is the confident assurance in the character and nature of God; a strong or unshakeable belief in something, without proof or evidence.”……..“My faith says that God is good no matter the outcome of my situation. I believe that God can save the day. I believe that He can work miracles. My faith says that whether or not I follow Him will not be dependent on things working out to my benefit. It says that I will follow Him no matter what.”

It takes a belief to hold faith.

Belief in yourself is just as important; before you can have faith in yourself and always hold true to you…you must have a strong belief in who you are.

Once you are convinced or have conviction of who you are, then you can build the faith needed to always be your best friend and get out of your own way when it comes to building your dream life.  The hardest part of this all is finding the CORRECT beliefs about you.  It’s not an easy task…I know.  I’m not writing out my ass here, I’ve been there, I’ve walked it and I’m walking it still.  Believing in yourself actually is a very easy task; but it is the positive constructive, supportive beliefs that are so difficult to dig out and hold on to.  When you have the negative belief structure of who you are, you will always have faith in yourself to do no better than be the negative person you have grown to believe in.  Once positive and loving beliefs are put in place, then no matter how bad of a day you are having or how shitty things are in you life, you will always remain faithful in the fact that you are a gloriously wonderful person.

I chose this topic because faith is not just about religion or spirituality.  Faith is about you and the love you have for you. Just as the blogger stated …..“My faith says that God is good no matter the outcome of my situation.”, your faith should say that you are good no matter the outcome of your situation.

Learn to hold a great value and belief in you, the same you hold for your deity/ies; and so have faith in your inherent good and beauty just as you have faith in your God/s, or else you would not follow them so lovingly and loyally.

Bibliography;

nhamil75, blogcritic.org, Faith vs Belief,  http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/faith-vs-belief/

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/belief

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/faith

 

E is for…..Elderly v. Elders

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This entry will be more of my own personal opinion/observation rather than anything “lesson based” or whatever….it may not even be of any true value, but I want to express this nonetheless.

SO, yes, I am quite a bit behind in my entries…Im nowhere near as good at keeping up with these as I thought I would be, but Im hangin in at least. LOL

I think I struggle most because I stress about what the hell to write and all. I look at the screen and my mind goes blank; so blank it’s as if I never read a word in my life and so have no words to share. The Pagan Blog Project I was hoping would help me overcome this horrible writers block I tend to suffer from, but to be honest, the prompts each week are almost more daunting and intimidating than just winging it. It’s so funny, I can sit and “think” a BOOK into existence with great detail, but the second I sit to write my thoughts down they become as intangible as steam from a boiling tea kettle. It gets quite frustrating. The more I TRY to write, the harder it becomes (duh!!) and the more I live in my “dream author” state the more irritable I become. I’ve been stuck for quite some time and had given up (temporarily) on any more entries for now….so it came as some shock when my next blog entry not only popped in my head and wrote itself into existence, but that it SCREAMED at me to get it down on paper….

I was sitting in Logan’s Roadhouse with my daughter on Saturday waiting for our lunch to come. We don’t really get much mommy daughter time just because she’s either playing with her friends or Im “too busy”…..never a good enough reason to not make time for your kids…NEVER. So, anyway, we were having a good day out. I was teaching her how to play rummy with little miniature cards she got from Burger King I don’t know HOW long ago (considering I refuse to eat there anymore), when three people came in a sat down at the table beside us. It was a Gentleman, his Wife and their Mother (don’t know who’s, but they both called he mom). I simply took note and went back to playing cards with my daughter.

It was a few minutes later when they ordered their food that for some reason my attention was turned to them, I think it was something about how the Man teased his Mom about being a “big eater” when all she ordered was a baked potato. The giggle the three shared and the wink he sent to his mom touched me. Then I had this overwhelming need to text my husband and tell him how I was feeling at that very moment…. I felt Love, Admiration, Respect, Honor, Gentility all from observing this couple with their Mother. I told my husband that I hoped we were raising our children in a way that they would love and honor us the same way when we were in that position.

I looked around the restaurant and noticed that over 80% of the patrons were younger generations. There was one elderly couple who walked in before us; the woman slumped over scooting her feet; husband holding her hand tightly to support her while also bearing some of her weight on his feeble thin body. And there was a table of Elderly women sitting together enjoying their lunch and companionship of each other, and maybe one or two other tables. But I began to wonder, where are our Elderly?

On the way home my brain wondered about this observation and the question Elders v. Elderly?, popped into my head. In some circles of our related faiths, I at 32 years of age could be considered an Elder within the community. (I am not nor do I claim to be an Elder either) But, because of my knowledge, my skill, my experience, some may consider me an Elder….and at 32. Why do I put an emphasis on my age when I say this? Because, I feel the terms and respect given to both groups are greatly misjudged, misused and underappreciated.

My definitions: Elderly are the old ones who have lived life and have stories to tell,
experiences to share;
Elders are Wise Ones who have lived life and have lessons to teach, ;

To be an Elder in many religious paths is to be one who holds a “higher” position, or one who has practiced for more thnt a few years. They are one who have become a leader in their community and have gained wisdom with growth and experience. In essence they have done their due time….

These Elders are given great amounts of respect, honor and at times great loyalty. They are listened to, sought out for advice, turned to in matters of “crises” and so on.

Yet, our Elderly are shamed, hidden and locked away as if we as a society fear their deadly disease called Aging.

It is sad to me that those who are considered Elders can, at times, be SO VERY YOUNG. Yes, they may be a powerful young Witch; or have strong leadership skills; or created their own traditions that are thriving and growing by leaps and bounds…..but do they truly deserve to be called Elder? Have they lived the life and racked up the experience points to truly KNOW? I don’t believe so. While we have very wonderfully vivacious, strong leaders who are needed in our communities and in our society, where have they done the work and gained the WISDOM to be considered an Elder? They have not. I have not. I’ve lived a life full of many MANY experiences which have helped me to grow and become more wise everyday. I’ve lived through situations only a few here in our country can relate to; I’ve learned from these experiences; I’ve gained knowledge and skill……but I am not a Wise One who has earned their status as an Elder.

Im not saying all Ederly would be considered Elders either; …..but I do believe our Elderly deserve more love, appreciation and respect. One day, whether we are ever looked to as a Wise One or not, we will all become Elderly and I wish not to be locked away and forgotten as if I had some venereal disease that can be caught by breathing the air I breathe.

D is for….. Desert-ed (a prose)

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Desert-ed
C.Fae

Across the sand I see your footsteps;
ahead of me I see you standing, clothes flapping in the wind.

The heat singes my face; my hair clings to the nape of my neck; sand picks up in a cloud and flies through the air.

For a moment I am blinded.

Your figure obscured and lost in the cloud. When it finally settles, I see you are walking away from me. I try to walk, but cant move my feet; the sand has buried me up to my knees.

I struggle and pull.

I frantically claw at the dirt that falls back into place like powder.

I look up….. straining to see you.

My throat begins to knot up; tears well up in my eyes; from the corners of my eyes mud flows like molten lava down my face. My tears burn; they dig crevasses into my cheeks.

The wind picks up and more sand envelopes me.

The Sun, so bright and hot pierces my skin; He digs at me body and spoons out my life.

I am now buried up to my chest. The pressure is so heavy; my heart beats fast, then faster; I have given up trying to breathe and just allow my body to do as it will.

I can still see a shadowy figure moving ahead of me. I try to call out to it but I only cough up dust; my throat is so dry; my mouth is as hot as the desert sands.

I look around one more time, looking for any sight of life, anything to memorize and take with me. I look for some comforting thing in my final minutes to live. I look around and all I see is desert, rolling hills of red sand and nothingness.

This place looks so dead and depressing; then I notice the heat waves. The heat waves dance in all merriment. They dance with such grace and finesse; The cacti that I finally spot, flourish and find a way to thrive in such a horrid terrain.

I see a salamander scamper directly in front of my eyes, he looks at me and blinks, knowingly.
He tells me he understands.
Understands what?, I don’t know.

I close my eyes and try again to cry, but the tears, they are gone; stolen by His breath.

I close my eyes and speak, in my head.
I ask you why you left me here to die. Why did you leave me.

“I saw you, I was coming to you, why did you leave me?”

And you answer, “My dear, dear child, my woman, my mother, my Priestess, how could you think I left you? Can you not see me, I am here”

I open my eyes to see the person behind the voice I hear, but no one is there.
“Where!!, where are you?!” my hoarse and sandy voice spoke out.

“OPEN YOUR EYES!!! OPEN YOUR HEART!!! Look at me!!! Can you truly not see me? Can you truly not feel me? Do you not know me? And I dare to call you my Priestess!! I have been here the whole time. I did not leave you, YOU came to ME!! I graciously welcomed you into my home and you disrespect me this way?!”

I can no longer open my eyes and see the desert around me.

I see nothing…nothing but darkness.

But… now… now I feel a cool moisture begin to wrap around my scorched body;

I feel small tinges of life sprout from my feet and seek out the source of this moisture.

AH, I have found it; A wonderfully cool stream underground.

I can see the roots of those cacti from earlier, and burrows from small animals dug out through the walls of the cavern.

“Oh my Lady, forgive me. I beg of your forgiveness.”

“No forgiveness is needed to be asked for, my Priestess. I never left your side. You asked me to wait for you, and I did. You asked me to speak with you, and I am. You must open your heart and your mind AS WELL AS your eyes my child. I am not only that which resides on the surface, nor am I only that which you can see. To find the true nature of Me and your Lord, you must look beyond….this is true for your fellow man as well. Stay here child, stay here and rest. Let yourself go and allow me to heal your mind. You are within me and I am your Lady. In my womb I create, but here I also heal. Stay here. Feed off of my stream. Heal your heart and mind. Follow the example of the cacti and the tree. Grow steady and strong like the tree, but know your strengths and the distances you must go to reach your dreams such as the cacti. Now sleep, sleep my Priestess and awaken with a new sight, live your life, carry out my bidding and always return to my well and drink from my stream when you need.”

C is for…..Common Sense

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Common Sense…overrated or undervalued? I really wish more people used their common sense, it is built within us, in our brains in our DNA….its just not accessing and employing it that people seriously lack.
Really….these fanatical dooms day preppers kinda go over board in my opinion. Don’t get me wrong, being prepared and being ready for anything is one thing…but these prophesies of doom that are supposed to happen every 500-5000 years, YEAR after YEAR are getting ridiculous. If you are so intent on believing that the world is going to go “KAPLOOIE!!!!” just because some old guy said so some thousands of years ago, why is it so hard to listen to proven fact that is called SCIENCE as well. If our world, this Earth were going to end, we would know about it WELL in advance. Yes, there are those crazy Super Nova explosions or Gamma Ray bursts but hell, we would STILL KNOW. COMMON SENSE would tell you that there would be enough signs out there to tell us it was coming. Meteors? Well we now have high tech gadgets that can find that stuff….don’t trust our government to let us know?, download the app that will help you track them and their distances. (not sure the apps really exist, that was just a sarcastic outburst) Common Sense people. Plant life, animal life, our planet Herself tells us when things are going on here at home as well as out there in space. (to clarify so I don’t get a bunch of hate mail, Preppers are great, got a few as friends, but I don’t like the fanatics….of any kind to be honest; or the Apocalyptians. Those are who I refer to here)
I won’t even continue to rant on about that but just go into my next COMMON SENSE pet peave…Religious bigotry and idiocy. COMMON SENSE would tell just about anyone that Magick is only real to a point. Yes, I am Wiccan. Yes, I do believe in magick. Yes, I do practice Witchcraft….but I wish some idiots would please pull their heads from the fourth points of contact and wake the hell up!!! No matter how hard my daughter tries she cannot get her wand to change her borhter into a toad, me into the Mad Hatter or herself into a mermaid. No matter how hard my daughter wishes, she will never be able to step into water and automatically turn into a mermaid like the show H2O. No matter how many times my son “swishes and flicks” he will not be able to get his Lego creations to levitate. They are children, they are learning how to use their common sense and separate real life from fantasy. Although I have no problem with living in the fantasy world since I sometimes prefer it as well, there is a difference.
Use COMMON SENSE before you decide I/we are evil people, hell, use it before you judge ANYONE different from you. COMMON SENSE tells us all to love indifferently and unconditionally….not judgmentally. COMMON SENSE would tell you that there have been many different religions, faiths, spiritualities followed all through time and that there always will be. COMMON SENSE would tell you that The Great Spirit, no matter what you call it or how you see it, NEVER wants us to commit such atrocities on each other in “It’s” name for means of power. Yes, I only put one word, Power. That is all it ever really amounts up to. Money; fame; notoriety; love; hate…..it all is Power. I not only speak of those outside my religion, but to those within my religious realm as well. We are all brothers and sisters. We all walk a path of little but growing acceptance. COMMON SENSE would tell you to walk with each other hand in hand sharing and celebrating in each others differences….not tearing each other down and trying to gain the “highest” seat among our peers. COMMON SENSE would tell you to pump your damn breaks and realize that you were all pushed this way in many similar fashions and so you are not all that different. COMMON SENSE……
But alas, not everyone has accessed their little pocket of COMMON SENSE and probably never will. And of those who have accessed it, few will ever employ. I implore of those who read this to please access your COMMON SENSE and see what it is truly telling you…..it probably wont be what you think.

B is for…..Belief

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What do you believe in? How do you know it is a belief and not fact? Is there really a difference between the two?

I’m not really here to debate all that, just wanted to get the brain juices flowing….for me, to be honest. Belief is a very strong way of thinking. Many wars have erupted simply because of beliefs, either the difference in or the agreement of, between two separate sides. Belief really is an everyday conscious goings on. In today’s world, it is not necessary to drag your ass out of bed to survive if you don’t want to….just look at our social services programs….but again, that is another blogger’s realm. Going back to that example of getting your ass out of bed…..if you don’t believe you have any reason to crawl out of bed, then you wont; although back in the day there were MANY reasons to get up beginning with harvesting your crops so your family would survive. The belief that your family would suffer if you did not was motivation enough to move yourself.

For me, belief is a very SACRED thing.

To be honest, I am one of those who struggles with the “pulling my ass out of bed”. I sometimes find it hard to find the belief that there is anything worth getting up and taking care of….short of taking care of my children. They are, more than most of the time, the only reason for me to do so. Some can also relate this simply to psychiatric “issues” as well….call it what you will….

this still does not cover Belief as Sacred to me. Let me get to that point before I run in any more circles here…..

Having a belief is like having a set of core moral/ethics or reasons for doing something; the definition of belief is to accept something as true or real. For me, I accept my religious beliefs and the morals/ethics I find inherent in them as true and real. Ask any of my friends, or anyone who truly knows me and they will tell you that my religious/spiritual practices are my life and make up a large portion of who I am. This is why I feel that Beliefs are Sacred. I mean, you could argue that…
“Of Course They’re Sacred!!!! It is something you believe to be true, so why wouldn’t it be sacred?!!”
Very easily….there are some out there who take on certain beliefs to “fit in” or to keep from “rocking the boat”. There are those who hold beliefs because others have them; because they have been coerced into believing they, too, hold those beliefs as their own; or by way of many other instances. These people have not searched for and found the reasons for these beliefs in their heart and souls. Yes, they have accepted them as true and no harm in that, but they have not done it out of the journeying to find this truth within themselves. They have taken on the beliefs, or agreements, as a cop-out, and easy way out of doing any true self soul work, and also found a scapegoat for themselves, within themselves for acting on something that they do not inherently believe deep within.
This is why I say Beliefs are Sacred. To me, beliefs are not some fly by the night, wisps of smoke type of thing. Beliefs are who you are, and what you are. If you carry beliefs that are not truly yours from your soul, then who the hell are you …..really?

….TRUE Beliefs are so very individual and so very unique that they can never be some one else’s.

….TRUE Beliefs are those that you hold dear to you, that nobody for no reason could ever change within your world.

….TRUE Beliefs are Sacred because they are who and what you truly are, at the core of You.