Elemental

Last night he wrote, asking me for money. "Donation" was his word of choice.

I called him. He explained. In legitimate self-defense, I used his strategy and became ice. I wished him goodnight, hung up, went back to bed. He called within the next second. From there, conversation couldn't be anything healthy, so I just braced myself. We've been in this for months now. And the inevitable happened. From ice, I became FIRE.

I said all I wanted. I vented. My rage and anger and resentment all came out, whether it was all necessary or not. Helpful or not. Wise or not. I just didn't care. I don't remember who hung up, but I felt terribly bad afterwards, like I was too cruel to him. After all, I love him. So I called him back. Drama, baby, I was apparently thirsty and insatiable for it.

"Was I too harsh with you?"

Third time is a charm, so conversation was better this time. But he progressively showed his true colours: narcissistic, inconsiderate, cruel. I felt even worse for ever feeling bad for him, and I hung up.

I wanted to call him again tonight, but I didn't. I learned my lesson last night, and I came to write instead. From fire, I became water.

Eventually I will learn to thaw from ice to water without having to burn in flames in the process.

A prayer for commitment

It's been almost exactly 10 years since I stopped working my penmanship magic round here. I admit I forgot what I wrote about, but the process itself is still very much alive in my memory: what started as a rant inevitably led to an unexpected insight, or gradually shifted vibration during the writing and ascended towards a very inspiring revelation, with an experience of upliftment that would be felt by all my loyal readers on Tribe.net too. Real. Very, very good days.

But I forsook my magic. I betrayed it, just like the last two men I've loved these past ten years have betrayed me. Why? Because just like they were enticed and seduced by other men, I was lured away from my power, my nature and my Truth. Consistenly, I have let myself lose faith and interest in my own process and worthiness, to gain acceptance, harmony in relationship and approval. Bad idea, immaturity and a terrible investment, but alas, I didn't know better then.

I am now in the middle of a small life makeover (again). I start a new job in March, my fickle social circle is changing again, I am finally, mentally letting go of my abusive ex-boyfriend that has been my worst addiction ever. Writing myself through the vicissitudes will help me comfort myself, shine my light, recount on the go, digest, recollect, take it in stride. Make magic. Live in clarity and passion. The way I used to. The way we all should.

Please, blog, let me commit to you again, like I once did and like nobody else has ever committed to me.

Deity Challenge: XXIV to XXX

XXIV.
Arianrhod's "help" is the Great Magic Starhawk talks about in her witchcraft seminal, powerhouse publication, which name is to me an evidence it was dedicated to Arianrhod: Spiral Dance. Arianrhod's "help" is carrying you forward in Her wheel, in Herself, initiating and empowering you in the process, enriching your experience and expanding your notion of Self. A makeover, if you will, most definetely all for the best.

Talk about "help".

Arianrhod has "helped" me all along my life journey.

XXV.
I never asked, She never refused.

XXVI.
From unwillingness and intrigue, maybe even avoidance, though more like resignation of ignorance (on my side) to revelation, enthusiasm and adoration, with the help of Hekate. While engaging a ritual to the Lady of the Key and the Torch in early August, I got to write and pronounce a request for blessings, and I focused on Wisdom, Light, and Understanding. As I rode the São Paulo metro back home that night, I started mind-mapping on my tablet a wealth of ideas and clarity, and it kept gushing down on me from the Source for over a month. I could only say yes to it all. That is how my actual realisation of the Fourth Branch of the Mabinogion happened in the first place.

Arianrhod is a marvel of Goddess spirituality, She is a powerful notion and presence in All-That-Is, and very few deities are as sublime, transformational and encompassing in their blessings as the Silver Wheel is. Wholesomeness is distinctive in Her touch. I understand and accept all that now.

XXVII.
By far, considering Arianrhod an aspect or temporary station of a changing thing. Whatever thing. I consider that pathetic, since Arianrhod can certainly be many things, except for a changing thing. She is dynamic, moving, universal and encompassing, but She does not go through stages Herself, nor happens in only one stage.

XXVIII.
How to sacrifice to Her properly. I guess I will have to journey to Caer Arianrhod to ask Her in person.

XXIX.
UPGs are free for all, and as a queer-minded, gay man, I do filter gods and goddesses I work with in that sense--just like any other person under the Web of Stars. To me, Arianrhod is in effect non-human, despite Her guise in the Mabinogion all for the sake of good storytelling, and as a mother, lady and game-master for the Divine Twins, shapeshifters into several guises they are (Oak King and Holly King, Enchanter and Promised Child, Lover and Hero, Sacrificial Victim and Liberator, Trickster and Sage), She is a patron of (deep) Gay relationships.

XXX.
Read the old stories. Read them with your heart. For all we have, despite being tainted, twisted, corrupted and distorted in incredible ways, they are the living repository of emotions, desires, processes and values of our Heroes and Gods. They were written the best way our Ancestors found, in order to teach us generations down the road. They are our heritage. Accept them, appreciate them, protect them, and above all GO BACK TO THEM. Read these stories, tell and retell them, work with them, reenact them, act them, journey into them, ask questions to the characters people in them. They are shades of Divine Light. Open the way to understanding. This is Great Work, and this is (one way) how we retrieve our identity, our magic, our knowledge and our Ways. And all of these are Arianrhod's blessings. Accept them, and help others find their way back to Her.

We are all circling in an ever-expanding spiral. Do not fight the pattern. Find and love your own Dance in it instead. And when you think you got it, go back to the beginning for another longer, deeper round.

Deity Challenge: XIX to XIII

XIX.
Arianrhod is fierce but mostly amiable with both family and foreigners, and above all independent. She did storm out of Math's castle in shame upon the wand episode, but She definetely has a sense of pride, authority and confidence throughout Her story.

 

Arianrhod is the opposite of a good mother in the consensus of our culture. She delivers, flees and years later She (initially) denies what any mother would have given her child in Her native, medieval, Welsh culture. But that is Her way of challenging, initiating and empowering the kid.

 

XX.

All idols holding a wheel or a labyrinth are Arianrhod to me. Silver rings and pentacles remind me of Her too. So does Spiral artwork, especially the ancient and simple kind.

 

And then there's this:

 

XXI.

http://youtu.be/-TBpLZy1l5k

...and...

http://youtu.be/owNYrD9-Edw

 

XII.

I cannot promise love eternally:

Love finds her food and drink not in our vows.

Often we find the fruit upon her boughs

Vanished away in barren chastity.

Enraptured here we let our bodies sing,

Yearning to fill with love our mutual need.

O let no cruel law nor outworn creed

Untwine the arms or part the lips that cling.

Eternal faith I cannot swear, but still

Under the shadows of the silver grove:

Nine moon-white moments, and the triple will

Is satisfied, for we have offered love.

Come, while the moon along her regal way

Enchants the grove with pale ethereal day.

("The Silver Grove", by Victor Henry Anderson)

...and...

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
 
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

("The Two Trees", by William Butler Yeats.)

 

XXIII.
The mind map I prepared for my brief introductory lecture on Arianrhod on World Goddess Day here in Madrid next Sunday (still unfinished though). Sorry, it is in Spanish.
 

Deity Challenge: XIII to XVIII

XIII.
She is the cold initiator, so She is unaffected by injustices and imbalances, and because She knows, she knows that everything will turn out fine as soon as we here in the crucible of Her wheel eventually learn our lessons and claim our power.

That said, I remember Joseph Campbell said in "Power of the Myth" how today's youth lack the link to the past and a sense of heritage through storytelling, rites and symbolic wealth, generating violence and disconnection;  we live in a discontinued civilisation as victims of patriarchy and revisionism. So I would consider that a "sin" in light of Arianrhod's mysteries. Stripping anyone, whether a youth or a whole culture, of their identity and history is a terrible form of violence.

XIV.
We do not know how Arianrhod was worshipped in the Old Days, but a lot of what is currently written, said and discussed about Her is UPG due to the fact that (if She ever had one) Her cult did not survive in stories, History or physical remains. Her symbols did, though, and they are pretty much the same.

XV.
Circle dances (especially Spiral and Labyrinth dances), agriculture (as the cycle of growing-harvesting-working the grain), storytelling as a means to retrieve and bestow (collective or individual) identity and vicarious initiation, astronomy, weaving, and everything having to do with a person's name, weapons and life partnership as ways of coming into power, initiation in society and maturity. All rites of passage are Her sacraments.

XVI.
I learned once that there are two types of Mother Gods. One is the Earthly Mother, whose attributes are usually a river, the land, the crops, and education and everything that nurtures. The other is the Cosmic Mother, whose attributes are the ocean (check for Arianrhod), the Stars (check), the Universe as a whole (check) and everything that generates out of Herself (check).One is warm, the other is cold.  While the Cosmic Mother generates, the Earthly Mother cares for the offspring, much like Uncle Gwyddion did for Lleu. Arianrhod represents thus the Cosmic Mother in the Mabinogion and Welsh myth.

As the one who challenges Lleu and name the steps in his coming-into-power before he becomes the king of Gwynedd after his greatuncle Math, She also plays initiator and empowerer.

And as the powerful lady of a castle in the Western Sea, Arianrhod is one of the many Faerie queens of Celtic traditions that inspired the medieval figure of the Lady of the Lake.

XVII.
As already explained in other topics (VI and VIII), I equate Arianrhod with the Greek Ariadne, the Hopi-Navajo goddess of the Whirling Rainbow, and several virgin mothers of heroes, gods and goddesses, especially if they are twins. And as the Cosmic Mother, I also relate Arianrhod to Yemaya/Iemanjá and Nyx, among others.

XVIII.
Because She is a mother, Arianrhod is either female or third gender, but I would not consider her male or of two genders. As a virgin, she is unpaired with any male, so she is not heterosexual. So in the scheme of human sexuality I learned to contemplate, She would be called "asexual female", but I am not sure She is completely deprived of sexuality. It could be understood that Labyrinth walking, and the dance in Her circle of so many heroes and deities are lovemaking to the Goddess. Human sexuality charts are not suitable for gods anyway.

Deity Challenge: VII to XII

VII.
As far as I can tell, all of Arianrhod's epithets I came across throughout the years are from my contemporary neopagans, and UPG. My favourites are "Crown of the North" by Rhyd Wildermuth, and "Web of Stars" from the Pagan chant "Powerful Song" (which in my mind is dedicated to Her).

Her only known Welsh name is Arianrhod ("silver wheel"), and it can be suggested that Her Greek name is Ariadne ("most holy").

VIII.
Ariadne, as I mentioned already, and Rhyd Wildermuth presents Saint Catherine of Alexandria, also known as Saint Catherine of the Wheel (who according to legend died virgin). Besides the wheel, her other attribute is the ring. There is no historical evidence that this saint, a martyr in myth, really ever existed as a person, though.

As a Star Goddess and virgin mother of twins, Arianrhod has many sisters in other cultures (as already mentioned in VI). The Egyptian and Thelemic Nut/Nuit can be a variation of Her too, as can be the Native Brazilian goddess Ceucy, the local Star Goddess, a virgin mother who gave birth to a Hero-God under the twin trees of Good and Evil. And I do believe the Goddess of the Whirling Rainbow is a form of Arianrhod.

IX.
By far the most common mistake about Arianrhod is placing Her anywhere in a cycle pattern, whether a season of the year, a calendar day, or any stage in a process of transformation. A recurring example is placing Arianrhod as the Mother in the Triple Goddess pattern, or associating Her with the full moon. She is many things, but She is NOT anything temporary or shifting. She is the whole Circle of Life wherein Maiden, Mother and Crone stand; and She is the whole cycle of Moon phases. Although the Dancer in the Labyrinth is an attribute of Her, She Herself is not the Dancer. She is the Labyrinth, and the Dance itself.

Also, Arianrhod is only a moon goddess in the sense that She is a wheel year goddess, a life-and-death-and-rebirth goddess, and a sun goddess. Again, the whole Dance, not the Dancer.

And the owl is only indirectly related to Her myth through Blodeuwedd, Her son's wife.

X.
No historical offerings have been found, to the best of my knowledge, since no cult of Arianrhod survived in literature or material evidence. But in my personal work I find it that She likes Jasmine and white flowers. She is also fond of water and the cold. She seems to like a Labyrinth fingerwalk at the end of rituals I dedicate to Her. Above all, She likes withdrawal. I am sure of that. In any case, She is a sober deity.

XI.
Again, the whole Wheel Year. Her (possible) synchretic sister St Catherine of the Wheel has her day on November 25th, but Arianrhod Herself is the whole year because She is the whole wheel.

XII.
In the Stars, the Northern constellation of Corona Borealis. On Earth, Caer Arianrhod was placed in the Western Sea, just off the coast of Gwynedd, in Northern Wales, as a rock formation visible at low tide. The Caer Droia (Labyrinth) is also Hers.

Deity Challenge: I to VI

I.
Arianrhod is a British Goddess about whom not much is really known in a historical sense. Her name means "Silver Wheel", and she is related to many other deities in the Welsh/British divine team, especially the Goddess of the Land Dôn, the God of Magic Gwyddion and the Hero-God Lleu Llaw Gyffes. The main source to Her is the fourth branch of the Welsh Mabinogion where she plays an important role, but Her name also comes up in the Trioedd Ynys Prydein. She does not have a consort in history or in myth but is the (virgin) mother of twin boys, and if She ever had an actual cult, nobody left behind traces of it.

II.
I read the Mabinogion for the first time about 17 years ago, and with the notable exception of the story of Taliesin (first story I told live both as a training and performing storyteller), much as I loved the drama in the whole thing, I did not understand crap on what those mental people in the stories were all about. So I disregarded the Welsh as uninteresting to my personal Pagan revivalism and neverminded it all, then continued my research, but the Fourth Branch specifically would never leave me alone, and everywhere I read about other myths, legends, stories, rites and symbols, whether Celtic or from other cultures, my mind drew parallels and conclusions of its own volition based on the story (more like stories, really) of Arianrhod's drama-ridden family. And as we spent more time together over the years, even though I did not plan to, I started to like Her and Her folks.

III.
From Her name, Arianrhod is the (Silver) Wheel. In an agricultural society like the one She hails from, wheel means also the year, and all cycles, including moon phases and the stages in a person's life. It also means indirectly growth. That said, Hers is also time, and no-time. Arianrhod'd den is Caer Arianrhod, which is the Ancient Welsh name for the Northern constellation of Corona Borealis, so just like her icon is the wheel, Her quarter is North. Caer Arianrhod is thought to be at least related to Caer Sidi (Spinning Castle) and Caer Droia (the classical 7-circuit labyrinth that is found pretty much everywhere on Earth where human beings settled). I have never found anything that would discard this notion, and actually, as cycle, Arianrhod's wheel is definetely in movement, so a spinning tower is a very appropriate symbol of Her. She is indeed a very dynamic Goddess based on my personal experience. And the Labyrinth is associated with Arianrhod for many reasons: Her constellation is also mythically related to Ariadne, the Cretan lady of the Labyrinth, and the classical Labyrinth is walked sort of in spirals, in and out, deosil and widdershins, and spiral-like is also Caer Arianrhod. So, I do include the Spiral and the Labyrinth as Her symbols. And when functioning as Her priest, I wear a silver ring with triskeles on it. Other than the stars, Her castle is also said to be in the Western sea (like many Celtic Goddesses) and She is the mother of sea creature Dylan ail Don, but I am not so sure the Ocean and the West would be associated with Arianrhod too.

IV.
The Fourth Branch of the Mabinogion is all we have, and it is actually a good telling, albeit tainted and twisted by patriarchal shit. In a nutshell, and focused on Her character:

Cursed King Math of Gwynedd (Northern Wales) needed a virgin to hold his feet on her lap. His previous footholder Goewin was raped by his nephew Gilfaethwy with the help of brother and enchanter Gwydion, and Math punished them by making them repeatedly heterosexual pairs of deer, boar and wolf, and sending them off to the woods to procreate. Every year they would come back with a baby and switch genders for a new round. They both learned a lot about Motherhood, I reckon. But Math still needed a virgin footholder, and Gwydion, who was The Man and had the solution to every bind in the story, called forth his sister Arianrhod, who when challenged by Math on Her virginity said, "I do not know but that I am (a virgin)", and submitted Herself to a virginity test: stepping over Math's magical wand. When She did, two sons blurted out. Firstly Dylan ail Don who instantly became a sea creature and found his way to the ocean, and the other was a blob of flesh, snatched away by Uncle Gwydion and hid from the rest of the court. Arianrhod fled Math's castle in rage and shame to Her own.

Years went by, and surrogate mother Gwydion found the son of Arianrhod grew very fast and decided to take him to his birth mother. She was still resentful of what happened at Math's court, and stated that the boy would never have a name unless She gave him one. By a feat of Gwydion's magic, like everything else in the Fourth Branch, Arianrhod saw the boy killing a wren with a slingshot and said the fair-heared boy (Lleu) had a skillful hand (Llau Gyffes). The kid had a name now, and Arianrhod, mad, said he would never have weapons unless She gave him some Herself. Years later, Gwydion-The-Shit came back to Caer Arianrhod, cast an illusion of a threat that made Arianrhod so fearful and desperate that She armed Gwydion-The-Shit's protegee, and so the second curse of Arianrhod is dispelled. Arianrhod then stated that Lleu would never have a human wife. But of course Gwydion had got that down too: he made a flower maiden of oak, broom and meadowsweet, gave her the name Blodeuwedd (meaning flower face), and got Lleu married.

At this point Arianrhod disappears from the story, but Lleu goes on to get himself killed by a plot of his wife and her lover Gronw, then resurrected as an eagle and transformed back to human by (who else?) Gwydion and raised to the throne of Gwynedd.

I should have done this challenge about Gwydion, shouldn't I? Well.

V.
In the Mabinogi, She is the daughter of Dôn, the Earth Mother, niece of Math ap Mathonwy, mother of Dylan ail Don and Lleu Llaw Gyffes, sister of Gwydion fab Dôn and Gilfaethwy. There is no father to Arianrhod's children. In the Trioedd Ynys Prydein, Arianrhod is given a different family tree, but that is probably somebody else also named Arianrhod.

VI.
This is interesting: just a superficial read on Arianrhod will liken Her to the Minoan Ariadne. Both are the myth behind the constellation we now call Corona Borealis. The constellation, in our own astronomical tradition, is named after the crown Ariadne wore on her wedding day with Greek god Dionysos. The name "Ariadne" means "most holy", and it is a point of contention that she might actually be several goddesses and gods mashed up into one single myth (among them Athena, a weaving Goddess, and Poseidon, the Sea King and consort of the Earth). But one thing is certain: Ariadne was the lady of the Labyrinth, initiator of Theseus, the hero who slew the Minotaur at the center of the Labyrinth and came back to rise to the throne in his native Athens, through a thread given by Ariadne that showed him the way back out.

A deeper interpretation of the myth will yield even more interesting information about both goddesses: both have "spinning" domains that are walked in spirals, so they could be associated with weaving too, and initiate and empower heroes and gods (Lleu and Theseus) in their own way. They both are related to men of desire from their own particular place (Gilfaethwy and Dionysos), and also men of the trees (Dionysos is the god of trees and the woodland, and Gwydion means "born of trees"), just like to Ocean deities (Dylan ail Don and Poseidon). They both confer sovereignity through a symbolic union with the Earth (through flower maiden Bloddeuwedd or the Minotaur). It has certainly been speculated that Ariadne's thread is a symbol of the serpent, that goes into the Earth and shapeshifts through shedding its skin. One powerful symbol of the Eternal Cycle myth in several cultures is the snake swallowing its own tail, which certain takes us back to Arianrhod's regency of endless cycles and an ever-spinning wheel.

Through Ariadne, Arianrhod can be associated with Dionysos, Athena, Poseidon, the Bull God of Minoans, the Tree God in His/Her many guises, and the emblematic Minoan Snake Goddess.

Through Her own Mabinogi myth, Arianrhod is especially related to the Mother Earth (both as Dôn and Bloddeuwedd), as well as Her whole family tree already mentioned. As the Initiator and Empowerer aspects of the Goddess, She is associated with Lleu Law Gyffes and all myths associated with Him: Lugh, Lugus, Loki, Loge and whoever else who also functions as Holly King I have never come across in my reading. And their counterparts too: Gwyddion, Odin, and all faces of the Oak King. In fact, Arianrhod being the Wheel Year patron deity, She is the Master of the game all cycle Gods and Goddesses play, including the Triple Goddess of the Moon (Maiden, Mother and Crone), the heterosexual pair of the Wiccan Wheel Year, Persephone and Dionysos Himself, the dying and resurrecting God. I call this figure The Dancer in the Labyrinth, because S/He dances to Arianrhod's music on Her ground, and as S/He shapeshifts, S/He is initiated and is empowered. To me, the Dancer in Her/His many guises is also an attribute of Arianrhod. But that's all UPG so take it or leave it.

Personally, I find a million things in common between Arianrhod and the Native American goddess of the Whirling Rainbow: both are associated with the circle/wheel, shapeshifting (into different races, or positions in society, or different powers for example), reincarnation and coming back, and as much as the Whirling Rainbow is actually a prophecy of the Navajo and the Hopi nations, it can certainly be argued that Arianrhod's curses upon Lleu were actually predictions of what would happen next in the boy's initiation process. Arianrhod is the Wheel Herself in the end, and She is the master of whole cycle. If she did not know what was coming next, who would?

Also on the Personal Gnosis field, but fruit of years and years on this Path, I equate Arianrhod (mother of Lleu and Dylan, sister of Gwyddion and Gilfaethwy) with all Divine Mothers of Divine Twins: Ceridwen (mother of Creirwy and Afagddu/Morfran), Mari (Basque mother of Mikelatz and Atarrabi/Atxular, Leto (Greek mother of Apollo and Artemis), Nerthus/Njord (Scandinavian mother/father of Freyr and Freja) and Nana Buluku (Western African mother of Lisa and Mawa), and countless others, far too many to put a comprehensive list together. Most of these are also virgin mothers, just like Arianrhod and her dual pair of Divine Brothers Lleu-Dylan (Her own sons) and Gilfaethwy-Gwydion (Her brothers, sons of Dôn whose father is unknown, most probably inexistent). If I learned anything about Deity in this life, it's that a Parthenogenetic God, mother of Divine Twins is the oldest and most profound image of Divinity.

More tomorrow.

30 Day Deity Challenge

August is finally coming to an end, and this year it was an especially intense month. Despite the intense resentment I feel for the FIFA World Cup for many (political) reasons, I owe it a huge one: because of it taking place in Brazil this year, the annual Goddess Spirituality Conference in São Paulo got postponed until early August, and that is when I visit my family and native country.

 

When I moved to Madrid over seven years ago, my intense, passionate and fruitful spiritual life with its accompanying, glorious social aspect were put in the fridge. My new friends in Europe were certainly open-minded and chilled, but they all ridiculed, abhorred and rejected anything that was not sensorial, logical, linear-minded and, in my opinion, not spiritual. Or at least that is what it seemed like to me. So, I hid my Craft tools, shut up about my real impressions and feelings many times, and just played the game. It is not easy to tread an alternative spiritual path here in Deep Spain, and alternative here means pretty much anything that is not Catholic Christian. Witches and Pagan priests I met that came to live here never stayed longer than a year, and the small, local Pagan community I found here was for some reason difficult to relate to, on an energetic level, and as the years went by I heard at least two horror stories (quite literally) that made me only glad I never really integrated in the local scene.

 

So, going back to Sampa for the Conference I had not attended in seven long years, and reconnecting with people who shared the Calling with me after so long was amazing. It re-lit the passion and the faith, and set the fire of my Divine Inspiration back on.

 

For the three days of the conference I talked and wrote a lot about the Old Gods, about the Craft, about spiritual callings and about Inspiration, which I have long considered to be my main path. I would get to the hotel where it took place before 10 a.m., enjoy every second of the starry-eyed lecturers and facilitators sharing the fruits of their passion, work and inspiration, join the rituals in the evening and come back "home" at 9 p.m. for writing, researching and (re)weaving until the wee hours while the rest of São Paulo partied the weekend away. I was on fire.

 

I went back to my parents in Rio, then I flew back to Spain. But the fire burned on for the rest of the month, and I did not hesitate to organise a local World Goddess Day gathering next Sunday, right next to an original Egyptian temple dedicated to the same goddess to whom this year's edition of the Goddess Spirituality Conference was dedicated, Isis, brought over and rebuilt right here in Madrid. For the gathering, I will lead a Spiral Dance, which is my favourite thing to do when priesting for a group activity, and the Spiral is a symbol of an elusive goddess that way long ago called me, and followed me for most of my adult life, never giving up on me no matter how clearly I stated that I had given up on understanding Her.

 

This month, after the Conference, the fire that burned on my head revealed much of Her to me. And I decided to heed the Call. I am giving next Sunday (just before the Spiral Dance) a short lecture on Arianrhod, a major Welsh goddess on whom, to the best of my knowledge, nobody has completed the 30-day deity challenge. My druid friend who took this challenge himself challenged me to do it today, and after failing to do the ice bucket challenge only yesterday I decided I would take this one up. I have only 29 days before I travel to India for a Yoga Teacher Training course, and I want to finish this before flying, and it is way too warm to sit here at the computer for too long. Also, I do not have access to much of what I read and researched about Arianrhod or Celtic myth over the years, thus this will look certainly a lot like pure personal gnosis and intuitive conclusions, but it does not need to be scholar work anyway. So, expect something short, undocumented and very, very dynamic.

 

The topics are:

I. A basic introduction of the deity
II. How did you become first aware of this deity?
III. Symbols and icons of this deity
IV. A favorite myth or myths of this deity
V. Members of the family – genealogical connections
VI. Other related deities and entities associated with this deity
VII. Names and epithets
VIII. Variations on this deity (aspects, regional forms, etc.)
IX. Common mistakes about this deity
X. Offerings – historical and UPG
XI. Festivals, days, and times sacred to this deity
XII. Places associated with this deity and their worship
XIII. What modern cultural issues are closest to this deity’s heart?
XIV. Has worship of this deity changed in modern times?
XV. Any mundane practices that are associated with this deity?
XVI. How do you think this deity represents the values of their pantheon and cultural origins?
XVII. How does this deity relate to other gods and other pantheons?
XVIII. How does this deity stand in terms of gender and sexuality? (historical and/or UPG)
XIX. What quality or qualities of this god do you most admire? What quality or qualities of them do you find the most troubling?
XX. Art that reminds you of this deity
XXI. Music that makes you think of this deity
XXII. A quote, a poem, or piece of writing that you think this deity resonates strongly with
XXIII. Your own composition – a piece of writing about or for this deity
XXIV. A time when this deity has helped you
XXV. A time when this deity has refused to help
XXVI. How has your relationship with this deity changed over time?
XXVII. Worst misconception about this deity that you have encountered
XXVIII. Something you wish you knew about this deity but don’t currently
XXIX. Any interesting or unusual UPG to share?
XXX. Any suggestions for others just starting to learn about this deity?

Feel free to contribute as comments. I will read them all.

The Talent Pentacle

I have just decided to edit the Talent Pentacle I created the other day and mentioned briefly here on the blog. At first it seemed to me that just because Vision emerged from the perspective of Source, it should stand on the same point as Self. But then I rethought it, and it's actually the Guidance provided by Passion and all emotions in alignment with It that provide real Vision. After that realisation, it was only natural to see how Enthusiasm is the real gift from Source and Self. Enthusiasm, after all, means God Within in Greek. And coming back to edit it, with a feature on German radio about Italian mafia and Tomaso Buscetta on in the background, a-ha! The whole way around the Talent Pentacle made sense all of a sudden.

I am a creative being, here to create and in that help the Universe expand. In Creativity, Enthusiasm is fed in me, and I ground on Source and Self. A life in Enthusiasm means I am guided by my feelings of Passion. And that awakens in me the Knowledge supreme: my Truth, the Inner Light of God Herself that illuminates the Way and shines out in the world when I am aligned and leads me where I need to go. In other words, Vision. This cycle is completed with the boundless energy that I can tap to whenever I am willing to surrender to this divine perspective, follow the vision and abide by the Universal Law of Becoming--and this is what the book that triggered this whole thing called Hyperactivity: non-stop inspiration, daring, excitement and, well, action. When one is always on the move, the whole Universe moves along and things find their place by the constant, energised and divine motion. Power moves, and Magic is afoot. This leads to the creation of new conditions, experiences, results and gifts. The virtuous circle is complete.

This was my way around the pentacle. Let's just look into weaving a path through: in owning my nature and reality of Creative being, I engage, I enquire, I experiment, I never stop. When this is sincere, Enthusiasm is stirred in me, and this very natural process is absolutely magical, given that no science, resources or even focused effort is required to keep up with the endless motion. A keeping with it, I am absolutely on track, always right, led by The Supreme Path to Bliss. I have the Vision. And I create my stellar reality by shining like a Star on Earth, as I was meant to do when I was born.

I realise the divine element in my talents reading about this new pentacle. My writing has again become larger than what I thought it was, so I am using this entry to rename my blog. I am no longer focused on Time, timing, limitations, counting and stretches. I am weaving more of my writing magic here than on my paper notebook I bought to help Tibetan activits. This is my real, unlimited Book of Stars, and I am not ashamed, afraid or concerned that it is public. My magic is free, and it does indeed operate out in the World. I give it away with Love and in Power. Please witness it.

This is new phase of Awen's Book of Stars.

Mage

As part of the current exploration of my talents, I have taken it on myself to explore the aspect of my abilities I called Magic. I had read extensively on the subject throughout my teens and early adulthood, but never found consensus or a single, universal definition for the M-word, or even a recurring description for what a magic operator actually does. But I most probably knew what I meant when I decided to call my gift "Magic".

Throughout the coursebook, words like "shapeshifter" and "divine" showed up a lot on my notes, and dreams and travelling are trending topics in all parts of the book. When I had to match talent profiles from a list the author provided to me, I noticed several very real talents I knew I had were not there. I recalled how many times over I changed scenery following an inner call, how deeply free I really am to refuse letting anybody else define me, my resiliency and tendency to bob back up to the surface anytime I am pushed to the depth of waters, my undeniable ability to reinvent myself with sincere Passion.

I swear I have magical powers. I have a magical brush and paint to paint doors where there are only walls, and to repaint my surroundings in a way that is more functional, pleasing and appropriate to me. I have a magic veil to alter the perception of my peers. I have a magic thread that leads me out of the Labyrinth so I have no fear of walking in to the core and so that I never ever get lost. I have a magical compass that always shows where my heart's desire is. I have magical wings to fly everywhere, and soar above too many things everybody else cannot even imagine are but an option within a wide range to choose from. I have a magical mirror that in one gaze shows me the truth about myself. And a magical book full of magical formulae, and magical glasses, and a magical pen with magical ink, and a magical wand to boot.

I shift shape, read minds, see in the Future, phase out of alien bulshit I did not sign up for with incredible ease and sense of dignity. I speak the simple language of the primitive cuss in me that connects me to Timelessness and Infinite Wisdom, and I read the arcane signs of the Ancient Ones who left so many gifts and inspiration behind. I realise the Invisible, and stalk It, follow It, make friends with It, learn from It. I seek the unalienable truth. I cast spells, I purify endlessly, I focus, I create, I change, I make things happen. And, of course, I manipulate time. I know, I dare, I will, I keep silent. All the fucking time.

Much of this mage work is learned and extensively trained, and even bears a lot more improvement, but that does not make me less talented at all. Quite on the contrary, for one of the aspects of real talent is pleasure and the desire for more proficiency. I can guarantee I will not get enough of perfecting this ever.

Talent Star

I am of the considered opinion that we can never know or celebrate ourselves too much. No matter if it is in the divine nature of our immortal souls or around conditional, temporary mundane circumstances and status, we are important, powerful and meaningful in all parts equally. And given that my Enneagram type is definetely four, I cannot seem to get enough from Self awareness. You might just call it navel-gazing, though.

I have just finished a very hands-on activity book called, "How to Discover Your Secret Talents". Pretty much the talents I finished the book aware of were the same-old, same-old I had been cultivating for a while. Namely, Creativity, Foresight, Enthusiasm, Hyperactivity and what I called Magic, that is very encompassing and probably deserves an entry of its own.

I have taken several rounds of Julia Cameron's books; I more-than-frequently organise flash mobs and theme events just for the love of taking people beyond where they have ever been before, and I made myself quite a reputation just for generally thinking shit up outside of every box ever conceived by man, beast or God a million times over. I have documented a considerable deal of these adventures beyond mapped territories in blog, Morning Pages, letters to kindred souls and Akashic records. I have made the Universe more than what it was before I came around as what I now know as me.

But that was seemingly not enough. I want, want, WANT to be aware and to remember my gifts and the specifics of my Power. I want them known, so that they remain active in my consciousness until they sink in my unconscious and it becomes my second nature to use them.

Just like I did with the Water Pentacle last year, I have created a pentacle with the talents I drew from the work with this book, following the model of Anderson's Iron Pentacle. Points of the three pentacles are:

Sex - Expansion - Creativity
Self - Source - Enthusiasm
Passion - Guidance - Foresight
Pride - Becoming - Hyperactivity
Power - Allowing - Magic

What could possibly be left out?

The message of the book focused on the developed talents we are not aware of, but there are indeed other talents I could develop: Empathy, Negotiation, Dreaming. There is a lot of investigation and training I could do on these, but for now I will be more than happy to play with my strengths. They are a real possession in a world like this, and if I was ever born with a mission, it is to shine as a Star the way only I can.

The fire in my Soul will burn again, and leave nothing unchanged. Magic is afoot.

New Year Resolution '12

Pare down to the basics
And clear my mind

Speak only when needed

I shut up the Blight

As the light shines in

I'll be able to see

The simple and strip down

To move and break free

When I enlighten

I flow and cascade

All rivers to ocean

Feet fast on the Way

As the light shines in
I'll be able to see
The simple and strip down
to move and break free

Gods for a day

I reckon that the only thing Nietzsche, Bugs Bunny, Julia Cameron, Abraham, my reverse role-models, a shitty childhood, meditation practice and the Crossroads have in common is that they all taught me again and again that the Power is in the decision you make, or pass. Or miss. We are all well-equipped to thrive and expand in life, there is no reason to feel oppressed at all, at least in most cases. But in a culture like the one we live in, we need constant and regular reminders of that if we are to fulfill our potential and break free for real. And this is why joining the Global Revolution on October 15th was such an exhilarating experience.

I walked with neighbours and friends for over five hours to the city center. I joined LGTB activists and chanted about union and revolution on a megaphone covered in Pride flag stickers. I hugged strangers. I felt a cute guy's ass. I starved. I eventually sat exhausted on the cobblestone ground at the very centre of the Iberian Peninsula. And that made one of the highlights of my life.

On that day, yesterday as of this writing, countless common men and women left home and took the streets, wherever they lived. They chanted about justice and freedom, they spoke for themselves, and stated that nobody spoke for them. They walked in Beauty, and Love. It was something I had never seen before. And there is just no justice words and storytelling can do to that first-hand experience of self-transcendence.

One degree in Journalism and all these years of life experience have not helped. I am still slightly amused and seriously outraged at the way media and haters tell the story. They make one car set on fire by some problem child the whole of what there is to hundreds of thousands of people vibrating on the clear frequency of Love in unison. They make us look like haters, victim-complexed and whiners, when in actuality we are just the opposite.

We were not merely protesting. We were definetely not hating. We were affirming to each other (and to the short-sighted liars chickening on the top of this slaughterous pyramid) our manifested Power, our glory when we come together for the sublime purpose of co-creating, and our total absence of fear. In a state like this, sharing a such a beautiful moment with millions worldwide, we were coming together as more than people. We were purely divine.

Nobody knows where this is going, because there is no Yellow Brick Road to tread. We are not following somebody else's agenda. Real Democracy Now is an horizontal and very organic movement that has swept over all of the planet by now. There are still lands untouched, but that will not last long. I hear occasional cries of doubt among friends who are supportive of the movement and its ideals. And I have only one thing to tell them: whatever comes next, it is up to us only. The "system" is not an alien entity stronger and more resolute than you and me. The system is all of us together, assenting or dissenting, making decisions, or passing them. Or missing.

Insatiable

I never really understood it when people came up to me and whined about having a boring life. I have certainly lived in a boring place, but my imagination would never ever let me rest. If I could not gather with likeminded individuals for a story circle, or a poetry slam, or Tango, or a potluck, I could still sit and fantasise about that. Or write about doing that. Or read online about it. Or compensate the block with whatever creative opportunity was available to me. I have never been bored on a long bus ride. I never needed to read or talk to summon up images, ideas or drama. All I needed was Time.

As I carve free time in my current life circumstances, I feel like I will never have enough. I have managed to set up the gay milonga with couchsurfers and non-couchsurfers going every second Saturday of the month, and it is actually afloat. I have got a solid schedule for homework from the German class and this terrible housekeeping thing that I hate so vividly. I apply three of Abe's processes (Focus Wheel, Affirmation, and Meditation) daily and I listen to the Vortex workshops on the metro every morning on my way to work, plus I do Morning Pages and Triple Soul work before breakfast. And I seem to be writing very regularly. But now that everything sounds fine, and I can finally get back to my comfortable limit with two creative projects going on simultaneously, I discover that not only can I afford music lessons every other week, La Tabacalera de Lavapiés (one of the coolest social enterprises in town) is offering Mandarin lessons for free again.

I might be compulsive, or all this is really irresistible, but I seriously want to learn to say no. Today is Sunday, and I spent the whole week catching up with emails, cleaning, cooking and doing homework. Compensating for a busy week and Saturday with delayed work. Maybe at some point I might as well behave like a dull person, and just rest.

Image: Overstimulated, by Jon Burgerman.

Six Years Later

Once upon a time I was a helpless, full-time wannabe. Growing up in the rural suburbs of a dull city, all I could think about was ways to escape, and not until I was done with university and finished my first round of Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" could I leap beyond the fields those idiots surrounding me back then knew. I tore the chrysalis, spread my wings and flew away. I finally found a place I was not ashamed of calling home. That was back in 2005. My real life had finally just began, and it all happened within that year--including meeting the man I married.

I began this blog. I took classes, I experimented, I explored, I exploded, I was hired, I was fired, I was hired again, I got lost, I got found, I was told lies, I learned how to tell a fabulous story, I learned the truth about myself and the Universe, I had the best sex of my life during that year. I made more real friends within 6 months than over the first 20 years of my fucking life. I loved till I bled. Then I dipped my fingertips in the blood, and painted beautiful things on the ground I stood, and wrote poetry on the walls bordering the way. I walked in Beauty, and I recorded the stories I had to tell.

Then, instead of growing roots, I decided to move forward. I moved to Spain. Now there was no doubt I was totally out of the fishtank. I was a foreigner, I could barely speak the language, I made people laugh unintentionally. Best part is, I met a million others like me. A whole online social network of us. I was exhilarated, and I didn't want the fairytale to end.

And then I got sidetracked. I can only assume it happened when I decided that instead of exploring brand new creative possibilities, I wanted to deepen in what I was paying off more beautifully. So I acquired my fourth and fifth languages, travelled further out into the North and East, became a queer tanguero, learned a million new recipes till I could cook the perfect veggie meal. And resolved to get a paid day job. And dumped music. And writing. No wonder after all this time I look around and cannot see my creative work, other than a very creative life I've been living.

I do not complain, but this Autumn I got many people from that magical year come back to the spotlight of my online social life... One is published. The other is talking about the process of being published. The other just silently shines a little light from the other side of the planet, and the light shines all the way through to me. And the São Paulo gang, one by one, is slowly gathering on my Google+ Friends circle.

After six years, all I have to show for is what I have lived. The memories. The stories I have to tell, but have not told so far.

Are you willing to listen?

Function of Time #5: Energy

Before rythmn comes Energy.

It took me a while to realise that. I fell prey to my old fantasy of time shortage for a long time. I fret over age, I resented time-consuming responsibilities, I cut down on comfort, I walked the cutting edge. All to save time I realise now I have never even used. Now I have decided to let go of this imaginary fear, and go back to 9-to-6'ing.

It sucks for a large part, but I also benefit a lot from it: a stable income will allow me to explore in depth aspects of my Passion, a regular routine will give me structure and support for leaping and launching rockets of desire, building a career will let me reward those who help me and light up my fuse. And more.

The other side to that is that it really sucked up most of my stamina in this beginning. I work in a well-concealed hide-out way up North everyday, and after getting home from the long ride with connections I felt exhausted and wanted little more than having dinner and collapsing in bed to feel less sleepy at the office the next day.

But tonight the feeling has changed. Maybe it's just temporary excitement about my German class beginning tomorrow in the evening after work, but I'm really eager to use my evenings now. Way more than in my old life, before I got back to day-jobbing. I want to get back to making Music, be finally serious with Mandarin, astral-travel, queer-tango, cook. And go back to blogging about The Fine Art of Time Manipulation.

I have realised this job has energised me. And if I have Energy, I have plenty of Time. In that feeling, I am Eternity.

All I have to do now is feel the beat, and put a natural rythmn to this song. I'm sorry I missed this important one beat and did not wish a merry Equinox to all my friends all over the World this season. Many blessings of Light and Dark, of up and downbeat. Life would be terribly boring and meaningless without them.

Mother Monster

I am no fan of Lady GaGa. Pretty much everything I've seen by her so far is boring and dull at best, and just plain sick on average. I have refused to talk or write about her especially here on my blog because in this crazy time in which we live everything is advertising, and in our ultimate vibrational reality whatever we focus on manifests. But this morning I saw a video that really got to me, and spoken so much to me that my feelings are still confused.

It is called "Born This Way". In a nutshell, it is the average parade of emaciation, androginy, and vigorous choreography that is too half-cocked to show full nakedness and real, natural sexuality. But this is not your average MTV video. Maybe I am too sensitive at this point, but the symbolism and references she presents this time run too deep not to heed the call of an artist not used to knowing what she is talking about.

In the creation myth at the very beginning, she tells of the Eternal Mother hovering the Multiverse, and giving birth to Divine Twins, one that is perfect liberty and the other being protective evil. This rang too deep a bell within me not to let the whole song (with a very positive message, for a drastic and welcome change) get to me. At the same time, she presents herself, a celebrity and brand-name accused of enormous vileness and celebrated as the redeemer of the oppressed, as not just beyond good and evil, but the creatrix of both. She used a myth older than Time and a fundamental truth of the deepest human nature and origin to legitimate and consolidate her music-selling business with astounding success and unbelievable coldness.

Yes, I am torn. Just like the Mother Monster of the video.

Lady GaGa has always been monstruous. The dance number on blood that got her international attention got people doubting she would be able to keep up with the extreme appeal, and the meat dress on the cover of Rolling Stone freaked the shit outta vegetarian me, personally. The crippled woman dance on one of her videos haunted me for days after I watched it. Her sex appeal is not just violent, it's anti-sexy and repressive in many ways. Far beyond music, her career is being repulsive. This video is not different. She's the usual monster. But she's Mother Monster this time. She is, to effect, the Mother Monster protrayed on the video, and she is not ashamed of it. Why should she be?

Why should we all be ashamed?

This piece has a real message, and I got it. And I agree with it. And it makes my spirit fly.

But the visuals are still repulsive.

Image: The Sheela-na-Gig, from http://www.hohochiheaven.co.uk/.

Breath and Water

I know some very interesting things, and I keep learning the Craft of the Wise in new forms, and new ways. Learning comes from many places. The Path my feet keep coming back to has made me pretty much a water witch, and breathwork has been a discipline I have been a little constantly, a little in-and-out exploring. In phases like this, I feel like I know a lot.

I know how to realign with Source, cleanse, store life-force, restore my Being and reenergise using my breath. I know how to unbind, heal my Self, let go and invite the Light using water. I know how to breathe Light into water, and make some serious magic. Light-heart-edly.

I keep learning.

Image from Pavel Melnikov's website.

The Water Pentacle

We are stars on Earth, sang many mystical poets in many different languages and times. But throughout life, and the immersion in a culture that does not really support individual stardom, we were trained to stifle the inner fireworks and shy away from shedding our Light. The poets kept singing though, inspiring us to be naturally bright and help make the world even more beautiful and interesting with our unique gifts and joy in Being, but at some point we forget how. For good. And some of these poets devise pathways and songs to help us remember and reawaken. And shine on.

Victor Anderson taught the Copper Decagram to several generations of witches until his death ten years ago. Even though it is not really known whether he devised them himself or learned from somebody else, the Iron and Pearl Pentacles have been inspiring people all over the world to ignite the inner fires and shine their unique light on the inner and outer worlds.

Abraham, the collective of non-physical teachers translated by Esther Hicks, teaches in actuality little more than the divine nature of us all, gut-feeling wisdom and this marvellous Stream of Well-Being we are all rolling with. This Stream, the stuff of life itself, is God, the Source, the one and only light that shines in and through all stars of the Universe, that soothes and sweeps us away from wisdom to even more wisdom, from plenitude to enhanced plenitude. From love back to love again.

Based on both bodies of teachings, I have devised my own “third pentacle”, as one disciple of Anderson calls the systems created after his Iron and Pearl Pentacles, based on the parallels I have found between his teachings and those of Abraham. Inspired by Abraham’s marvellous metaphor of life as a stream, where “nothing you really want is upstream”, I have called it the Water Pentacle. In my personal practice, it has become a wonderful and actually divine tool for awareness and connection with the divinity present in life, in my own Self, in the present moment.

Just like the experience of the Iron and Pearl Pentacles were taught to me by more than one teacher, with the Water Pentacle, you can run and call the points as you lay as a starfish in two ways (among countless others): round and through.

On your head is the point of Expansion. Expansion represents here the meaning of life itself. It is the blossom and fructifying of Sex and Love, and the full realisation of the being here in physical manifestation, on the Leading Edge of Thought, in this glorious earthly reality where we experience contrast and shock, make choices, decide, shoot rockets of desire, refine our feelings, attract what is like to us, and ultimately help the Universe expand.

On your left hand, the point representing The Source shines. The Source is really the place from which we all come, but never got disconnected. It is in every single aspect of you. In your dominant and subtle intents, in the intents of each cell of your body, and your shared intent as community. From the Source’s perspective, all intents are equally worthy, and all is well. The Source is undeniable; and for you are Source Energy, The Source is YOU. It is what witches would call God Herself, in whom we live, move and have our being. “From Her all things emerge, and unto Her all things return”. She is the reason why we are here, because our desires are Hers, and through them She experiences Herself, expands and grows in love and beauty.

On your left foot, you have your point of Guidance. Guidance is the resilient, persistent and very reliable voice of inner Wisdom that (no matter how shunned, repressed and ignored) tells you how far from the Source you are or not. It comes in the form of Passion, raw gut feelings and all other emotions. Your Guidance is Wisdom, it will never fail you, because it is your gut, your in-tuition, your proof of connection to God, and only it can reveal how stagnant, flowing or rotten the Water from your Star is. Nobody else.

On your right foot is the point of Becoming. As you awaken and become aware of Source, let yourself expand with it by desiring and following the inner Guidance wherever It leads you, you learn to take Pride in who you are, and become something more than what you were. Becoming is actually one of the very few real Laws of the Universe, and there is no escaping from it without paying more than one can afford.

On your right hand stands Allowing. Allowing is the ultimate Power we have in this life, and its our absolutely natural and default Nature. It is giving up on all lies and resistance against the Stream, holding on to useless attachments and complexes, and finally saying YES to the healing and exciting ride on divine waters. It takes us to places, because we have Become something else through alignment with Source, awareness of our Guidance and commitment to Expansion. If this is not Liberty, I do not know what is.

Around the Water Pentacle you have a way of Alignment motivated by willpower and intent, whereas upon moving through It you realise the points from a slightly different perspective, which enriches the realisations you had as you ran around the star: you have the support, love, confirmation and nurturing every time.

Expansion is the reason why we are all here. We are evolving perfection, not bored, just exercising the thrill and glorious joy that lust and desire give us.

We expand by Becoming. Something more, something else, something that has no need to fit in descriptions or pre-conceived concepts. It’s one of the most freeing experiences we have, and this is why it is so empowering and central in a well-lived life.

The Source becomes more through our own Becoming, and It is always backing us, and calling us back to It. Our existence is Its proof, our Expansion is all It expects, our Becoming is Its joy. It is just that simple.

Allowing is the experience of moving on from The Source and simultaneously going back to It. Allowing is not working hard to modify circumstances, follow rules and play roles. It is not giving others parts of the Self. It is not exercising force, either. It is going with the flow and trusting the Stream, with grace, freedom and great dignity.

All along the way, Guidance will keep you on track. It will never let go of you, especially if you let go of oars, shame, guilt, vanity and need for control. And the opinions, experience and judgements of somebody else. Only you know what is good and appropriate for you, and this is the promise from The Source. The way you feel, in your gut, is just what you need in order to tell if it is really on or off. If you are heading downstream or paddling upstream.

There are infinite different ways to experience the Water Pentacle. Some I have also been using other than Starfish energy work are journaling, dreaming, creative writing, singing, drumming and dance. Get acquainted with it the way it calls you to, and own the experience itself. Let everything else go back to The Source.

In the end, this Water Pentacle is little more than a sophisticated idea, and ideas are as good as this. Take it into consideration if possible, exercise if suitable, celebrate if desired, discard if preferred, live it out if you must, pass it forward if you will. But do not claim anybody own a very basic truth of our existence. Abraham, Victor, or me. Or you. We are all, absolutely all of us, Stars on Earth.

If you are interested in the Iron and Pearl Pentacles, check veedub’s DustBunny Big Damn Handout, or her articles on her personal website. Obviously you can also just google them up. If you are curious about the Teachings of Abraham, the Hickses have free introductory material available on their website. Feel free to search for Abraham-Hicks on Youtube, too. Watching Esther doing it live is one of the most thrilling things I have ever seen.

Explore. And flow on.