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10th Moon of the Year, November 14, is presided over by Spirit Grandmother Snowy Owl.
Snowy Owl bird teaches prophetic instinct: to sit and wait.
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One by one, the autumn leaves are letting go in the northern hemisphere and floating from their summer homes on high branches and falling to the cooling Earth who now tilts toward the contemplative season of Winter. But what about us? Many Americans, and people the world over, are not gently falling from one home to be cradled in another in the natural cycles of nature like the autumn leaves are, but feel harshly tumbled in a time of economic hardship and health fears because of the pandemic.
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My ego gives me wings.
I am dragon and eagle.
I stamp my impatient foot,
and evil runs off,
as if Exu had blown it away with dynamite,
or Oxala had blown it away with a gentle breeze.
All Hallows Eve
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The witches' new year. Time when the fields lie empty and the year lies down. The gates of life swing open, the dead lean in. Our world's veil is at its thinnest; we peer through the lace to find that growing edge. We meet in Deep Time, everywhere and nowhere, to greet the triple goddess who is the circle of rebirth. Over one shoulder lean the ancestors; over the other, unborn future beings peer.
Remember this: we are 4 billion years old. It's taken evolution all this time to produce us, and our action will express that genius. We're an unfinished animal, fighting metaphysical battles in the physical world; flesh and breath in confrontation with abstractions. This is the battle of the human epic. Modern stories of our powerful vision express a reclaimed, authentic future, a remedy. Exalt in the never-ending journey of change. Seed becomes fruit. Fruit becomes seed. The beloved dead surround us, calling us to use our lives while we can in the service of the bigger life. The unborn future crowds 'round, waiting. It's up to us. This chaos is a seedbed for the future.
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“Our creations make doorways in the dark for others to slip out of the status quo and into the magic of greater possibility.”
—Lucy H. Pearce (Creatrix)
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