Wednesday 30 September 2015

Rising Up

Rising Up


Ending Competitive Thinking.

As girls and women we are often in positions where our power is less than that of the (male) system around us and men in the system.
We have to work twice as hard for credit and for our voices to be heard than boys do. This leads to a competitive cycle that damages women, one in which girls and women "police" the male system and will attack, shame, and blame other women for not participating in the system or being different.
I was never very good at fitting in. I hated gossip and small-mindedness. I hated competing. It was far easier to be "one of the boys" than walk the mine field of female friendship/competitive bitchery.
I did have female friends as an adolescent, but not after I left school really.
At college I was surrounded by Thesps and YiPs (Thespians and Youth in Performance). This exaggerated the normal competitive female social strategy to an extreme. Even the boys and men on our course bought into it wholesale.
The normal exacting (and narrow standards) got even smaller.
Of course I rebelled. 

I did make female friends but many dropped out either because of the pressure or because they got pushed out by the lecturers.
At university it was different, but essentially the same.
Pretty early on I was dumped in "character roles" or "old lady". The male acting/drama lecturers (not one female lecturer on the whole site) were vile and would bully and be abusive to women (to toughen them up of course) especially ones who weren't white, blonde and big breasted. Many dropped out, for many reasons. I lost and gain friends quickly.
The female friends I made in my early twenties vanished as soon as I had my daughter.
Little by little women came into my life whom I bonded with almost instantly, though not all of them lasted and some got lost in their own rage/drama cycles.
I am very lucky to have a feast of wonderful women as friends. They teach me, up lift me, remind me of my own song when I forget to sing it.

We as women, and as mother's need to make spaces for other women that are supportive, non competitive places to help break this cycle. We need to show women that they are stronger side by side. That there is enough, and that they don't need to compete with other women. We need to value ourselves enough to know that we do not need to take from other women. It is a destructive cycle and one that devalues us all.
In the end our songs do not have to be the same to be a harmony, or a symphony. That it is the whole of the sound that is important. When we give recognition to women who came before us, when we stand by the choices and the ability to choose of women, when we empower and come together we are such a force!
This is one of the reasons that I created a community for female seekers on g+ which you can find here.
For you men and boys out there understand that "women"is a catch all term for a vast array of people. That having a token "woman" in a room full of men is not enough because this exacerbates the problem. Speak less, and listen more. That we are people, not things.

I think there is hope and there is a positive shift towards community instead of competition. Long may it continue.

Bright Blessings xxx

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 This blog was inspired by my wonder friend B. Love you.

Monday 28 September 2015

The Greatest Lesson

The Greatest Lesson


What is the greatest lesson? 

As a spiritual teacher I often get asked this question and to be honest I don't always have an answer.
In fact, I don't have all the answers to anything. I know a lot but when it comes to someone else's spiritual life and path there is only one person with all the answers they need. 
Only the self.
You.
You have all the spiritual answers within yourself that you need. That doesn't mean you won't be sparked or taught or inspired by others. Or that techniques or systems can't be explored through a book like the The Key Opening the Doorway to Magickal Practice.
What it does mean is that YOU must open the doors.
Always.
That if you seek within your mind and heart it will never be a wasted journey.
We have been conditioned by Abrahamic faiths not to think, not to seek, that the spiritual self  comes through (male) leaders of that faith. That the answers will be given if you are "good" enough.
Your mind is a garden and you allow are responsible for what you choose to grow there. What grows in the shade is just as important as in the light. What is poison, what is medicine what gives nourishment, all of which you can control, IF you choose to try.
This in modern terms is "mindfulness".
I prefer headology.
First sight and second thoughts. 
That is to see what is actually there with no judgement, no need to add or take away.
Second thoughts mean to watch your own thinking. Watch your train of thought. 
Add and remove, look at what it is telling you. Be the observer within your own mind and it will teach you things I have not even imagined for you.
Fundamentally I believe in embracing yourself, in finding your own worthiness and path.
I could make a lot more money just writing the normal pagan book telling you you must be this or that, shaming and blaming, ridiculing those who are different (Christian or pagan), but I won't.  
Your true power can never be given to you, only you can embrace it, use it and open the doorways to the happiness and wholeness you deserve.
Are you bold enough to try?
Can you let go of your fears and old ideas?

Shall we begin? Imperfect in our seeking but wild and free?

Bright Blessings xxx

Vulnerability and Addiction

Vulnerability and Addiction.


First off this is just some ideas and brain stuff I wanted to put down to see if it had any cohesion.

If vulnerability is the necessary birth place of the joy and the authentic whole happy self (Watch this if you don't understand), but is also deeply uncomfortable for a huge amount of people. To reduce this discomfort people numb (all feelings are numbed not only the good feelings robbing the person of the ability to feel happiness or joy,) and maybe this anxiety of vulnerability is the crux of addition.
We now know that the cage (in rat addition testing) is a greater determining factor in addition than the access to the substance.
What if the "cage" for addicts is vulnerability?
If so, this might be why the group therapies, like AA might have some success for some. They are giving both connection and force the addict to address their actions in a very vulnerable way.
The success would depend on whether they found their whole-heartedness, and learned to connected and be vulnerable, or simply found other ways to avoid shame or deal blame.
Shaming addicts, would of course, be the worst most painful thing for them to endure. This shame and self loathing is exactly what they numb to avoid.
The level of addiction may not be based on external trauma, abuse or tragedy, instead it may stem from fear of shame, low self worth, the need to control something within themselves they fear is unworthy or shameful.
All of this comes back to the culture. If the culture, country or family have strict lines of what is worthy/unworthy, acceptable/shameful and more importantly numbing behaviour becomes more extreme; this is a breeding ground for addition.
Britain is  particularly good/bad for this kind of culture. Repression, stiff upper lip, and an intense dislike of strong emotions (good or bad) it is the perfect breeding ground.
Add into that poverty (which is labelled as a personal failing not a social disease) and the narrow margins of acceptable feelings it is unsurprising Britain has an addiction problem.
Yet if this idea has any kind of truth in it we need to rethink addiction, numbing (alcohol in particular) and strong emotion. In particular shame and and blame.
Vulnerability is a bitter medicine, uncomfortable but needed for joy and fullness of life. If we could teach others to embrace it how different the whole world could be.

Bright Blessings xxx

Monday 21 September 2015

Dancing on The Knife

Dancing on The Knife


Mabon

Both a time of year and a God in his own right (a Welsh God) Mabon is a complex weave of myth and magick.
Traditionally the Autumn Equinox is a blend of cool mists and rain mixed with late flowers, and harvests. Frost creeps over spiderwebs first thing in the morning but the days can feel like summer in the sun, even as the leaves change from deep dark greens to scarlet, orange, yellow or brown. 
The light and dark are in balance.
Mabon, the God, is the sacred child of the Great Mother, Modron.
Mabon brings change and walks between worlds bringing light and darkness depending on when and what is needed. This "Other-worldly" travel speaks of the idea that he was the first (or the first kind) of druidic/shamanic class and could represent "awakened masculine consciousness". Often brought into the world he is needed in by an animal, (a blackbird, an owl, a stag, an eagle or a salmon) Mabon is both "good life" (fruitful harvest, plenty and prosperity) and "good death" (peaceful transition, life well lived, death at the right time).
He is both wise and sagely but powerful too. He fearlessly faces his transitions from light to dark, from life to death and all the dreaming between. He dances joyfully along the knife edge of the year knowing that the darkness is that of seeds in good earth, sleep in night, death and re-birth. Mabon's wisdom is that of accepting constant change, working with the ebb and flow of the seasons (your own and of the world around you), to listen to the animals for their wisdom is deep.
There is a thin line between dancing and dreaming.
I shall feast today. I will hold circle. Sing and dance. Not as a performance but an expression at the peace I feel within myself.


Bright Blessings xxx

Tuesday 15 September 2015

Children and Magick

Children and Magick


First off, sorry I have been busy in the world the for a few week.
Secondly...


Childhood


I read weird things from time to time about "protecting children" from magick, paganism and witchcraft. I find this a very odd notion. It isn't pornography, or X Factor, or other awful things.
Magick is the joy and wonder at the power and beauty of the world. Children feel this more keenly than adults. They see things that adults miss and have a natural kin to wild places and the wee-folk.
When my little one was a baby I took her everywhere with me, including to do a bunch of readings during the regular guys holiday. She sat with her big deep eyes quietly as did the reading, only making a fuss to grab my crystal ball every chance she could.*
I knew then it would be pointless to "keep her from magick" as it would be not refuse to allow an otter to swim. I did my thing, often when she was in bed but I was never secretive or tried to hide who I was from her, after all when she is grown she will not be suprised that I am a person as well as a parent and I cultivated many things, from music and games to reading that we have in common.
Her brief foray into the world of school was pretty horrific and I decided to "teach" her our ways and beliefs after she came home spouting and confused about Jesus, and then I endured 11 prayers to Jesus in a 45 minute harvest celebration. 
I never "made" her do anything. We had parties and feast during the pagan holidays. Answered any questions as honestly as I could and did R.E. projects to learn about lots of different faiths
As she got older she wanted to do more and more asking for quill pens and big books to write it. She wanted stars and to collect stone eggs. She had a way with reading people (* the crystal ball is now hers) and an instinct to heal people too).
Some of my fondest memories are from sacred sites, and circles watching little witch move with poise and grace as well as a faery twinkle.
When she dances in circle, sings or chants, drums or just helps out she is a valuable and important part of our family. She brings a cool reflective radiance to all she does, as well as her wicked sense of humor.
In Phillip Pullman's His Dark Material series his character's talks about separating the wild soul from children to "save them" (but really to control them) and to me trying to separate children from their own powerful and beautiful magick would be like that.
Magick makes children powerful and they are rarely seen that way in our culture but they are. They have one foot always in the other realms, one foot dancing to unheard songs and the brush or ancestors or grandmother's long since crossed over.
I used to call her "my little Goddess" as though those eyes watching me were the Goddesses own. She is. She will teach her children and their children how to carve pumpkin's, sing lullabies, make wishes, dance in the rain. 
She will wield my witch-blade, own my books until she passes them on. Her magick is not my magick it is entirely her own and her children's will be different again (biological or otherwise). Childhood should be full of wonder. It should be full of magick.

Bright Blessings 
xxx