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January 5, 2013
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Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Sally Dubats
Author
The Grimoire Chronicles
Just an FYI - "Winter Shock" is free today on amazon! It reached #1 in free kindle books for Teen Literature, #6 in Paranormal Romance, #4 in Teen Mythology! So cool! Go get your copy for free right now!
Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Sally Dubats
Author
The Grimoire Chronicles
March 14, 2012
With This Blood, I Thee Wed
This short story is a present for those of you who asked me to write something about Vampires. This is also a little snack for those of you waiting for Book 2 in the "Grimoire Chronicles" series (thank you for your patience!) And without further ado... ::a red velvet curtain opens::
With This Blood, I Thee Wed
Mare sat on the edge of the bed and again arranged the sheer fabric of her white negligee and its matching peignoir so they would drape in what she hoped was an enticing manner along the sides of her legs. She delicately crossed her feet at the ankles. Too demure. She leaned back on her elbows. Too sexy. Mare stood. The negligee and peignoir draped around her ankles. She walked across the room and turned off the light. The remaining candlelight was far more romantic. The small flames lit the room, and shadows played along the wallpaper of delicate roses. The old Bed and Breakfast rested on a cliff high above the ocean, and the honeymoon suite was spacious and hopelessly romantic.
Mare sat back down on the bed and shrugged her long, shiny black hair behind her. The hair cascaded down her back like freshly draped silk. She had applied her makeup to perfection -- ruby lips, soft blush, seductive eyes. She fought the urge to check her makeup again, and fanned the diaphanous negligee around herself on the bed, making her the centerpiece. She envisioned herself a delicate flower waiting for the untold delights her new husband would bring on his return to their honeymoon suite, and she trembled with delight at the thought of his touch.
The trouble was that Mare`s new husband had now been gone for nearly an hour. They were about to open a bottle of champagne when he left to get ice in the downstairs lobby, along with a promise to return in ten minutes.
“Fifteen at the most,” Liam had said with a wink and a lingering kiss.
Mare knew that Liam wanted to consummate the marriage as much as she. The weekend honeymoon in the old Northern California Bed and Breakfast was all they could take time for.
Mare stood and searched the room for a phone. There wasn`t one, but that wasn`t terribly unusual for a Bed and Breakfast. The young bride spied the elegant blue orchid corsage that Liam had given her. It was pinned to the white linen suit that served as her wedding dress, and it now hung on the door; her white sling-back high-heeled shoes rested on the floor beneath. She could almost see herself standing in the suit. Mare remembered the simple ceremony and smiled.
She tied the delicate satin ribbon of the peignoir at the breast and walked to the door with floor-length negligee swirling around her ankles. She opened the door and peaked down the hallway.
The blood froze in her veins.
Her legs gave out, and she clung to the doorframe to keep from falling.
The hallway was a broken down ruin.
Mare`s breathing came quick as her eyes adjusted to the darkness; paint peeled from the walls. The smell of mold and untold wicked things crept through the foul air. The tall window at the end of the hall was broken, and wind whipped filthy tattered draperies into the hall like flailing bony arms. Mare could hear waves that crashed on the rocks below and the pounding sound echoed through the hall.
She slammed the door and rested upon it. Mare was breathing hard. "It has to be a mistake. That must be the wrong door,” she thought.
She turned, and wanted to scream but had no voice.
Mare was in a different room altogether, different colors, different furniture. Old gas lamps made the room dark and shadowy. It was a different time. It was a historical bed and breakfast, but this was a different time.
And then the dark shadows moved. A man rose like a ghost from a wing-backed chair.
“My beloved. You look so beautiful. How I have longed for you.”
Mare`s eyes widened. It was Liam but, God help Mare; it was only Liam in appearance. His hair was longer, parted down the middle. He wore a dove gray suit with a cravat and hat from a century before. Mare found her breath, but it was short and fast with a high, reedy whimper accompanying each exhale.
“Liam.” The name escaped from her lips.
“My wife,” said Liam. He said it with an accent that Mare didn`t recognize, and walked toward her opening his arms. “You`ve been gone so long. So very long.”
Mare kept her eyes on the Liam stranger who called her his wife, and she clawed behind her for the door knob. She found the knob, but her hands shook so badly she couldn`t open the door. She turned around, focused intensely on the knob, turned it with shaking hands, and blindly ran into the hall.
Mare found herself in yet another new landscape. She ran down this new and strange hall with its freshly polished mahogany paneling, rich carpet, and oil paint portraits. Sweet smelling flowers were in a huge crystal vase on a table at the end of the hall framed by the massive windows and blood-red brocade draperies. The stairs were dark at the bottom.
The door at the other end opened, and Mare saw Liam striding toward her. Mare took the stairs down into the darkness two at a time, stumbling as her negligee tangled about her ankles. She landed on the bottom, and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She seemed to be in a servants` area. Mare groped with her hands in front of her, not knowing where she could possibly go, only knowing that she needed to get away.
Patient footsteps followed her.
“Mare! Mariette!” called the man who looked like Liam, but this man carried a booming, commanding voice.
Mare continued as quickly as she could and ran straight into a large man who caught and held her.
“AAAAHHHHHH!”
The man held her firmly. “Lady Farington! It`s alright,” he shouted. Everything`s alright. Lady Farington!”
Mare pushed the man as hard as she could, but he held her firm. She knew the man was mistaking her for someone else, yet the name sounded familiar, and it echoed in her mind through a fog-shrouded memory.
“I`ll take care of her, Hanfield.”
Mare felt another pair of hands, and her legs gave out from beneath her. The stranger`s arm caught her at the waist when she collapsed forward.
“I`ll put up some tea,” said the man called Hanfield.
“That would be excellent.”
And with that, Mare felt herself lifted easily off the floor and into Liam`s arms. Near passing out, Mare was too weak to fight. Liam carried her back up the stairs.
“I`ve gone to measures beyond the laws of Nature to bring you here. You belong to me now.” His voice was rich and deep.
“No,” said Mare, her voice soft with terror. She dared her first full glance at this new Liam. His features were the same, but enhanced somehow. The nose a little sharper, the eyes a little darker. And the mouth. As she looked at his mouth, he smiled, and Mare saw that his teeth had an unattractive animal quality to them.
“Oh, yes, Mariette. Oh, yes, my love. You are my wife.”
My wife. My wife. Mare heard the words and tried to remember the events of the day, tugging at the memories to cling to sanity. She and Liam had gotten married at a little chapel with a few close friends - family lived too far away. They drove an hour up the coast of California to the grand Bed and Breakfast…
“Look at me,” said Liam.
Mare looked at him and became transfixed. His eyes seemed to hold the Universe.
“You are my wife,” he said again.
“Yes,” said Mare, but somewhere inside, the strongest part of her stayed alert. She carved out a part of her own mind that stayed true to her own time, and her own reality.
They were at the top of the stairs.
“I lost you once, my love, but I waited until you were reborn, and I`ve brought you back to me.” Liam smiled, and Mare saw the animal teeth changing. The teeth were growing.
"I will stay true to myself," thought Mare. "I will stay true to my Liam." She clung to the last shreds of her sanity with the feebleness of a babe.
They were at the top of the stairs, next to the heavy crystal vase of flowers, and Liam gently let Mare down onto her feet, still holding her.
As Mare watched in terror, the teeth grew, and became white fangs. Liam`s breath was hot and close, and he held her tightly.
“I`ve brought you across time to be my beloved. My bride. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. And with this blood, I thee wed.”
Liam opened his mouth; the white fangs glistened. Mare`s eyes grew wide, and too quickly Liam`s mouth was on her soft white neck. Liam`s fangs easily pierced her flesh.
But there was a piece of Mare that held true. It was a piece that Mare herself didn`t know existed. She opened her eyes and saw the moon outside the window. Time stood still as her very own precious blood was drained from her body. And instead of weakness, strength grew. Mare felt her muscles become strong. Something changed within. She inhaled the memory of her Liam who was lost in time, and who she promised to love until death. Mare became all powerful Love.
She burst from the stranger`s tight grip in a fit of rage, and felt white hot pain when the flesh at her throat ripped as Liam`s teeth were withdrawn. Mare`s warm red blood trailed down her neck, the vein open beyond repair.
Liam was inhumanly strong. He grabbed her arms, but Mare pulled back, and threw the heavy vase through the window. Wind came howling into the hall ushering in the noise of the crashing waves. The draperies flew into the Vampire’s face and eyes, and Mare, who couldn`t endure a life without her Love, leapt into the dark night to the jagged rocks below.
The marriage of Liam and Mare was brief and, indeed, `til death do they part.
The End
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With This Blood, I Thee Wed
Mare sat on the edge of the bed and again arranged the sheer fabric of her white negligee and its matching peignoir so they would drape in what she hoped was an enticing manner along the sides of her legs. She delicately crossed her feet at the ankles. Too demure. She leaned back on her elbows. Too sexy. Mare stood. The negligee and peignoir draped around her ankles. She walked across the room and turned off the light. The remaining candlelight was far more romantic. The small flames lit the room, and shadows played along the wallpaper of delicate roses. The old Bed and Breakfast rested on a cliff high above the ocean, and the honeymoon suite was spacious and hopelessly romantic.
Mare sat back down on the bed and shrugged her long, shiny black hair behind her. The hair cascaded down her back like freshly draped silk. She had applied her makeup to perfection -- ruby lips, soft blush, seductive eyes. She fought the urge to check her makeup again, and fanned the diaphanous negligee around herself on the bed, making her the centerpiece. She envisioned herself a delicate flower waiting for the untold delights her new husband would bring on his return to their honeymoon suite, and she trembled with delight at the thought of his touch.
The trouble was that Mare`s new husband had now been gone for nearly an hour. They were about to open a bottle of champagne when he left to get ice in the downstairs lobby, along with a promise to return in ten minutes.
“Fifteen at the most,” Liam had said with a wink and a lingering kiss.
Mare knew that Liam wanted to consummate the marriage as much as she. The weekend honeymoon in the old Northern California Bed and Breakfast was all they could take time for.
Mare stood and searched the room for a phone. There wasn`t one, but that wasn`t terribly unusual for a Bed and Breakfast. The young bride spied the elegant blue orchid corsage that Liam had given her. It was pinned to the white linen suit that served as her wedding dress, and it now hung on the door; her white sling-back high-heeled shoes rested on the floor beneath. She could almost see herself standing in the suit. Mare remembered the simple ceremony and smiled.
She tied the delicate satin ribbon of the peignoir at the breast and walked to the door with floor-length negligee swirling around her ankles. She opened the door and peaked down the hallway.
The blood froze in her veins.
Her legs gave out, and she clung to the doorframe to keep from falling.
The hallway was a broken down ruin.
Mare`s breathing came quick as her eyes adjusted to the darkness; paint peeled from the walls. The smell of mold and untold wicked things crept through the foul air. The tall window at the end of the hall was broken, and wind whipped filthy tattered draperies into the hall like flailing bony arms. Mare could hear waves that crashed on the rocks below and the pounding sound echoed through the hall.
She slammed the door and rested upon it. Mare was breathing hard. "It has to be a mistake. That must be the wrong door,” she thought.
She turned, and wanted to scream but had no voice.
Mare was in a different room altogether, different colors, different furniture. Old gas lamps made the room dark and shadowy. It was a different time. It was a historical bed and breakfast, but this was a different time.
And then the dark shadows moved. A man rose like a ghost from a wing-backed chair.
“My beloved. You look so beautiful. How I have longed for you.”
Mare`s eyes widened. It was Liam but, God help Mare; it was only Liam in appearance. His hair was longer, parted down the middle. He wore a dove gray suit with a cravat and hat from a century before. Mare found her breath, but it was short and fast with a high, reedy whimper accompanying each exhale.
“Liam.” The name escaped from her lips.
“My wife,” said Liam. He said it with an accent that Mare didn`t recognize, and walked toward her opening his arms. “You`ve been gone so long. So very long.”
Mare kept her eyes on the Liam stranger who called her his wife, and she clawed behind her for the door knob. She found the knob, but her hands shook so badly she couldn`t open the door. She turned around, focused intensely on the knob, turned it with shaking hands, and blindly ran into the hall.
Mare found herself in yet another new landscape. She ran down this new and strange hall with its freshly polished mahogany paneling, rich carpet, and oil paint portraits. Sweet smelling flowers were in a huge crystal vase on a table at the end of the hall framed by the massive windows and blood-red brocade draperies. The stairs were dark at the bottom.
The door at the other end opened, and Mare saw Liam striding toward her. Mare took the stairs down into the darkness two at a time, stumbling as her negligee tangled about her ankles. She landed on the bottom, and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She seemed to be in a servants` area. Mare groped with her hands in front of her, not knowing where she could possibly go, only knowing that she needed to get away.
Patient footsteps followed her.
“Mare! Mariette!” called the man who looked like Liam, but this man carried a booming, commanding voice.
Mare continued as quickly as she could and ran straight into a large man who caught and held her.
“AAAAHHHHHH!”
The man held her firmly. “Lady Farington! It`s alright,” he shouted. Everything`s alright. Lady Farington!”
Mare pushed the man as hard as she could, but he held her firm. She knew the man was mistaking her for someone else, yet the name sounded familiar, and it echoed in her mind through a fog-shrouded memory.
“I`ll take care of her, Hanfield.”
Mare felt another pair of hands, and her legs gave out from beneath her. The stranger`s arm caught her at the waist when she collapsed forward.
“I`ll put up some tea,” said the man called Hanfield.
“That would be excellent.”
And with that, Mare felt herself lifted easily off the floor and into Liam`s arms. Near passing out, Mare was too weak to fight. Liam carried her back up the stairs.
“I`ve gone to measures beyond the laws of Nature to bring you here. You belong to me now.” His voice was rich and deep.
“No,” said Mare, her voice soft with terror. She dared her first full glance at this new Liam. His features were the same, but enhanced somehow. The nose a little sharper, the eyes a little darker. And the mouth. As she looked at his mouth, he smiled, and Mare saw that his teeth had an unattractive animal quality to them.
“Oh, yes, Mariette. Oh, yes, my love. You are my wife.”
My wife. My wife. Mare heard the words and tried to remember the events of the day, tugging at the memories to cling to sanity. She and Liam had gotten married at a little chapel with a few close friends - family lived too far away. They drove an hour up the coast of California to the grand Bed and Breakfast…
“Look at me,” said Liam.
Mare looked at him and became transfixed. His eyes seemed to hold the Universe.
“You are my wife,” he said again.
“Yes,” said Mare, but somewhere inside, the strongest part of her stayed alert. She carved out a part of her own mind that stayed true to her own time, and her own reality.
They were at the top of the stairs.
“I lost you once, my love, but I waited until you were reborn, and I`ve brought you back to me.” Liam smiled, and Mare saw the animal teeth changing. The teeth were growing.
"I will stay true to myself," thought Mare. "I will stay true to my Liam." She clung to the last shreds of her sanity with the feebleness of a babe.
They were at the top of the stairs, next to the heavy crystal vase of flowers, and Liam gently let Mare down onto her feet, still holding her.
As Mare watched in terror, the teeth grew, and became white fangs. Liam`s breath was hot and close, and he held her tightly.
“I`ve brought you across time to be my beloved. My bride. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. And with this blood, I thee wed.”
Liam opened his mouth; the white fangs glistened. Mare`s eyes grew wide, and too quickly Liam`s mouth was on her soft white neck. Liam`s fangs easily pierced her flesh.
But there was a piece of Mare that held true. It was a piece that Mare herself didn`t know existed. She opened her eyes and saw the moon outside the window. Time stood still as her very own precious blood was drained from her body. And instead of weakness, strength grew. Mare felt her muscles become strong. Something changed within. She inhaled the memory of her Liam who was lost in time, and who she promised to love until death. Mare became all powerful Love.
She burst from the stranger`s tight grip in a fit of rage, and felt white hot pain when the flesh at her throat ripped as Liam`s teeth were withdrawn. Mare`s warm red blood trailed down her neck, the vein open beyond repair.
Liam was inhumanly strong. He grabbed her arms, but Mare pulled back, and threw the heavy vase through the window. Wind came howling into the hall ushering in the noise of the crashing waves. The draperies flew into the Vampire’s face and eyes, and Mare, who couldn`t endure a life without her Love, leapt into the dark night to the jagged rocks below.
The marriage of Liam and Mare was brief and, indeed, `til death do they part.
The End
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December 23, 2011
Focus Pocus: The Magick of Lady Gaga
I think Lady Gaga is an incredible Goddess who creates amazing magick.
She has created and manifested an extraordinary life, and what is the purpose of magick if not to create the life we want -- love, success, health, prosperity, and the ability to move beyond these with the ability to give charity to others?
In our physical world, these things can take a bit of time. Some candle spells take an entire season, and focusing on the reason for the spell while planning and doing rituals at specified times is a huge part of the magick. Each step of the way you`re thinking about the end result and it changes your vibration. As a result of that focus, you draw the love, success, and prosperity to you. It`s ALL about focus.
Lady Gaga is great at focus. She gets what she wants, becomes who she wants to be, and lives the life of her dreams. And she`s moved beyond that - to charity (Born This Way Foundation). How do you get what you want, live the way you want to live? You get an idea of who you want to be, whatever that means to you: happiness, security in one form or another, maybe fame, maybe to be surrounded by loving friends and family.
Whatever your picture is, put that picture in your heart and mind, and live it! Have a specific goal in mind (success, prosperity, love, health, charity to others). Focus on that goal. Pretend that your goal or lifestyle is real while you`re waiting for it to materialize. Visualize. Use affirmations. Build energy in the direction of your dreams. Work on yourself like a piece of artwork with Life as the ever-changing canvas.
Lady Gaga is the perfect example! She is a master at making her dreams come true! She stays FOCUSED! Lady Gaga is all about what I call Focus Pocus! Lady Gaga is all about REAL MAGICK!
Let`s break it down!
Gaga knew who she wanted to be. She put that picture in her heart and mind, and lived it. "I`ve always been famous, it`s just no one knew it yet."
Gaga PRETENDED that her lifestyle was REAL while EXPECTING it to materialize. "I used to walk down the street like I was a f#*&$ing star... I want people to walk around delusional about how great they can be - and then to fight so hard for it every day that the lie becomes the truth."
Gaga visualized. "We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we perceive ourselves to be or rather to become, in the future."
Gaga uses affirmations (which carry very similar energy to incantations, by the way!) "I`m telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true.
Gaga works on herself like a piece of artwork with Life as the ever-changing canvas. "I am focused on the work. I am constantly creating. I am a busy girl. I live and breathe my work. I love what I do. I believe in the message. There`s no stopping. I didn`t create the fame, the fame created me."
I love, love, LOVE Gaga`s message! It`s a message that is reverberating around the planet, and a message that I share and try to impart in all of my writing. Be who you`re meant to be. Live the way you want to live! Create the life of your dreams! Express gratitude along the way. And when you get there, give back and teach others. Lady Gaga is truly magickal, and a true Goddess -- after all, what is Goddess energy but creative and nurturing - mixed with a little Focus Pocus! Please honor the Women/Goddesses in your life who you believe have Focus Pocus!
Blessed be!
Sally
She has created and manifested an extraordinary life, and what is the purpose of magick if not to create the life we want -- love, success, health, prosperity, and the ability to move beyond these with the ability to give charity to others?
In our physical world, these things can take a bit of time. Some candle spells take an entire season, and focusing on the reason for the spell while planning and doing rituals at specified times is a huge part of the magick. Each step of the way you`re thinking about the end result and it changes your vibration. As a result of that focus, you draw the love, success, and prosperity to you. It`s ALL about focus.
Lady Gaga is great at focus. She gets what she wants, becomes who she wants to be, and lives the life of her dreams. And she`s moved beyond that - to charity (Born This Way Foundation). How do you get what you want, live the way you want to live? You get an idea of who you want to be, whatever that means to you: happiness, security in one form or another, maybe fame, maybe to be surrounded by loving friends and family.
Whatever your picture is, put that picture in your heart and mind, and live it! Have a specific goal in mind (success, prosperity, love, health, charity to others). Focus on that goal. Pretend that your goal or lifestyle is real while you`re waiting for it to materialize. Visualize. Use affirmations. Build energy in the direction of your dreams. Work on yourself like a piece of artwork with Life as the ever-changing canvas.
Lady Gaga is the perfect example! She is a master at making her dreams come true! She stays FOCUSED! Lady Gaga is all about what I call Focus Pocus! Lady Gaga is all about REAL MAGICK!
Let`s break it down!
Gaga knew who she wanted to be. She put that picture in her heart and mind, and lived it. "I`ve always been famous, it`s just no one knew it yet."
Gaga PRETENDED that her lifestyle was REAL while EXPECTING it to materialize. "I used to walk down the street like I was a f#*&$ing star... I want people to walk around delusional about how great they can be - and then to fight so hard for it every day that the lie becomes the truth."
Gaga visualized. "We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we perceive ourselves to be or rather to become, in the future."
Gaga uses affirmations (which carry very similar energy to incantations, by the way!) "I`m telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true.
Gaga works on herself like a piece of artwork with Life as the ever-changing canvas. "I am focused on the work. I am constantly creating. I am a busy girl. I live and breathe my work. I love what I do. I believe in the message. There`s no stopping. I didn`t create the fame, the fame created me."
I love, love, LOVE Gaga`s message! It`s a message that is reverberating around the planet, and a message that I share and try to impart in all of my writing. Be who you`re meant to be. Live the way you want to live! Create the life of your dreams! Express gratitude along the way. And when you get there, give back and teach others. Lady Gaga is truly magickal, and a true Goddess -- after all, what is Goddess energy but creative and nurturing - mixed with a little Focus Pocus! Please honor the Women/Goddesses in your life who you believe have Focus Pocus!
Blessed be!
Sally
October 9, 2011
Samhain and The Goddess
"The blood which runs in us is born of the blood of our Earthly Mother. Her blood… babbles in the brooks of the mountains; flows wide in the rivers of the plains; sleeps in the lakes; rages mightily in tempestuous seas."
These are words from a third century Aramaic manuscript that were translated by Edmond Bordeaux Szekely. The texts go on to say that the air we breathe is born of the breath of our Earthly Mother… the hardness of our bones is born of the rocks and of the stones, the tenderness of our flesh is born of the flesh of the fruits of our Earthly Mother.
In honor of Samhain, otherwise known as Halloween, and the darkening days when the Goddess bids we go within the Self, take a moment to reflect that, just as we are born of our physical mothers, we are also born of our Earthly Mother. Think how different our world might be if honoring our Earthly Mother was considered a privilege and, indeed, an act of love as was originally intended.
Let`s look at the Feminine/Goddess/Divine Mother qualities. These qualities are, among others, creative, intuitive, and receptive.
The Feminine/Goddess/Divine Mother energy is creative. Honor the Goddess this Samhain by being creative yourself. Think of some truly triumphant moments in your life. You were most likely flowing with abundant creativity. Creating and being creative is quite euphoric -- because it is Goddess energy!
Intuition is another aspect of the Goddess, and Samhain is a wonderful time of year to be in touch with your intuitive side, and receptive to your intuitive powers. Think of the phrase, “It suddenly came to me…” From where? Feel how our language perfectly describes the receptive aspect of intuition. You don`t go out and get an idea; it comes to you. Feel the difference when trying to remember a dry textbook, which expends energy, and reading for pleasure. The words in the novel you read for pleasure create pictures, fully detailed characters and locations, and it is effortless; the pictures come to you. That is receptive energy -- effortless. Perhaps that`s why intuition or psychic abilities are called a Gift. It is something you receive.
Honoring the Divine Mother, our Mother Earth, and the Feminine principles of creativity, intuition, and receptivity is an excellent way to bring the Goddess to your Samhain works and rites.
Wishing You Warm Hearths and a Blessed Samhain,
Sally
These are words from a third century Aramaic manuscript that were translated by Edmond Bordeaux Szekely. The texts go on to say that the air we breathe is born of the breath of our Earthly Mother… the hardness of our bones is born of the rocks and of the stones, the tenderness of our flesh is born of the flesh of the fruits of our Earthly Mother.
In honor of Samhain, otherwise known as Halloween, and the darkening days when the Goddess bids we go within the Self, take a moment to reflect that, just as we are born of our physical mothers, we are also born of our Earthly Mother. Think how different our world might be if honoring our Earthly Mother was considered a privilege and, indeed, an act of love as was originally intended.
Let`s look at the Feminine/Goddess/Divine Mother qualities. These qualities are, among others, creative, intuitive, and receptive.
The Feminine/Goddess/Divine Mother energy is creative. Honor the Goddess this Samhain by being creative yourself. Think of some truly triumphant moments in your life. You were most likely flowing with abundant creativity. Creating and being creative is quite euphoric -- because it is Goddess energy!
Intuition is another aspect of the Goddess, and Samhain is a wonderful time of year to be in touch with your intuitive side, and receptive to your intuitive powers. Think of the phrase, “It suddenly came to me…” From where? Feel how our language perfectly describes the receptive aspect of intuition. You don`t go out and get an idea; it comes to you. Feel the difference when trying to remember a dry textbook, which expends energy, and reading for pleasure. The words in the novel you read for pleasure create pictures, fully detailed characters and locations, and it is effortless; the pictures come to you. That is receptive energy -- effortless. Perhaps that`s why intuition or psychic abilities are called a Gift. It is something you receive.
Honoring the Divine Mother, our Mother Earth, and the Feminine principles of creativity, intuition, and receptivity is an excellent way to bring the Goddess to your Samhain works and rites.
Wishing You Warm Hearths and a Blessed Samhain,
Sally
