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The Goddess: Sedna

She Who is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names
Susan Morgaine November 1, 2018

SEDNA

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The story of Sedna, the Mother and Mistress of the Sea, the Goddess of marine mammals, is, to me, one of sadness and betrayal.

In the Arctic Ocean of the Inuits, Sedna lived with her family. She was very beautiful and was wooed by many in Her community. She refused them, one and all. Her father, taking matters into his own hands, gave Her to an unknown hunter, in return for fish to keep the rest of his family fed. This unknown hunter was, in reality, a bird-spirit, and whisked Sedna away while She was asleep.

Another version states that Sedna went with the unknown hunter of Her own free will, as he promised Her a life filled with everything She could dream of – warmth, and food.

Either way, to Her dismay, Her new home was not as promised, as She found herself awakening on a high cliff, in a nest, surrounded by birds.

She got a message to Her father of Her plight. Her father, Anguta, attempted to help Her by putting Her into his kayak to return Her to their home. The birds, seeing this, flew after them, surrounded the kayak, seeking vengeance for the removal of Sedna from the nest.

To save himself, Anguta, threw his daughter overboard. She reached for the side of the kayak to save Herself and Her father cut off her fingers. As She brought her arms up to reach into the kayak, he then cut off Her arms. Sedna sank to the bottom of the sea.

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She became the Queen and the Goddess of the Deep, Her fingers and arms becoming the seals, walruses, whales, those ocean mammals most hunted by the Intuit.

Sedna lived, then, beneath the waves, in the Kingdom of Adlivan, the Intuit Land of the Dead, in a home-made of stone and the ribs of whales. She was responsible for sending the sea creatures to the human hunters to feed their families. She took Her responsibility seriously, but She had a provision that when one of them died, their souls would stay with their bodies for three days, whereupon they would bring news to Sedna of how the people behaved. If any of Her laws were broken, She would not send the food to the hunters. This brought Her pain.

When this happened, a Shaman had to visit Her, by passing through terrifying lands and tests, to heal and soothe Her, until Her pain had passed and things were put right once more.


Sculpture of Sedna in Nuuk, Greenland

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**My fingers were cut off then

I was kicked

I was hurt

I was wounded

I was lied to

I was betrayed

I was abandoned

My suffering was great

but down below in the deeps

in the heart of the ocean

where I was left to lie

I realized my powerlessness

the way my life was lived

helpless and afraid

always being done to

instead of doing

and saw what I did

As realization expanded my

consciousness

fish and sea mammals

grew out of my cut fingers

I became “old food dish”

She who provided for her people

Victim no more**

**From “The Goddess Oracle by Amy Sophia Marashinsky. Image credit also goes to “The Goddess Oracle”.

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November Newsletter

 

Greetings and Happy Fall!

Today is Samhain/Halloween, when the veil between the worlds is then.  It is a time that is not a time, but one where all things are possible.  Take time to remember those whom have passed and to contemplate the year to come.

As I sit here, I look out my window and see the leaves falling like raindrops, reminding me that all things come to an end, and yet, there is always a new beginning, life comes after death, beauty can come from decay.  I am already feeling that urge to build a fire in the fireplace and sit, wrapped in a shawl, sipping a cup of hot tea.  That personal time is so important to each of us, as self-care is mandatory.

Here at Mystical Shores, things are slowing down for the remainder of the year, as I take some time to myself to focus on things of a more spiritual nature.

I have a private bi-weekly Kundalini Yoga class, which is private and closed to new students.

The Winter Solstice Red Tent is coming up on Sunday, December 22nd from noon-4:00 PM.  I am excited to announce that we will be having our first ever cacao ceremony at this Red Tent.

There will be new, and I hope exciting, things coming in the near future with the additional of Online Goddess Courses and a return of my all-natural herbal products, charms and teas; maybe a surprise or two.

Also starting in the new year, I will be taking Women’s Empowerment clients, both online (skype, etc.) and in person for those who are local to me in Southern MA and RI.  I hope to also offer Reiki to local clients.

Until next month……….

 

 

The Goddess: Dzivaguru

She Who is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names

 October 1, 2018

Dzivaguru

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This Mother Earth Goddess was of the Shona-speaking Korekore peoples of Zimbabwe.

She was the Goddess of Earth and the Darkness of Night. It was She who controlled the clouds and the rain, and the pools and the streams.

Dzivaguru was kind and compassionate toward her people. She brought the rain, and with the help of her two beautiful, golden Sunbirds, She brought the sun. Because of Her, Her land was fruitful and abundant.

She lived in a palace which was on an ancient lake. She walked freely, and often, amongst her meadows and forests, drinking from her magical cornucopia, which brought Her everything She could ever wish for.

There came a time when the Sky God’s son, Nosenga, became jealous of Her land and Her wealth. He wanted all that She had and so, decided to just take it from Her.

Dzivaguru was smart, however, and knew his plans, and so concealed all of Her wealth and lands in fog to conceal it. He used a magic ribbon to see and was able to finally find Her palace.

She tried to flee but he set a trap for Her by trapping Her two beautiful Sunbirds, bringing the

sunshine.

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Dzivaguru was angered by Nosenga’s actions. He had Her Sunbirds and he took Her lands. She left, but not before taking Her lake, and with it, Her control over the waters and the rain.

She cursed him, saying that his worship would be short-lived and that because he stole Her birds, that the sun would never set and the lands would be parched and cracked because She would not bring the rains. Thus, She disappeared. To this day, Her people still call out to her for rain.

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The Political is Personal; The Personal is Political

***The Political is Personal***

 

This cry, from  the mid-1960’s was born of women’s and civil rights fights and protests.  It is from an essay by Carol Hanisch, although there are those who say it is a quote from Gloria Steinem.

I try to not infuse/confuse my classes with politics; however, since what I do deals with women, women’s spirituality and women’s empowerment, now seems to be the time to do so.

Women are, once again, in a fight for their lives with the nomination of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court.  Allegations aside, his behavior during his testimony proves that he is unfit for the highest court in the country, although he fits the mold of the one who nominated him.

Some women, once again, are telling the stories of their treatment at the hands of men, why they waited, why they never told, how it has affected their whole lives, how and why they can never leave it behind them.  We have seen and heard the reaction of white men to a woman who has the nerve the accuse one of their own.  Even though these women are speaking out and speaking up, they have been and are triggered.

Some women, once again, have chosen to stay silent about their stories, but they have them.  We all have them.  Their reasoning for remaining silent is theirs, and very individual.  They have that right.  These women, too, are triggered.

Calls to abuse hotlines have skyrocketed over the past couple of weeks.  This is no surprise.

What is still a surprise, to me, is the women who defend Kavanaugh, and those like him. I shouldn’t be surprised.  I’ve seen and heard enough from women who refuse to see what patriarchy has done to women, and to men, as well.  Internalized misogyny is a thing.  Look it up.

The cry was *The Personal is Political*.  I tend to look at it as *The Political is Personal*.  What passes for politics today is extremely personal, at least to me, and most of the women who are my friends and Sisters.  Our experiences, our stories, our lives are out there; the details differ but the experiences are similar.  For women of color, my guess is that it is that much worse.

This is the world which women live in.  For some, every day of their lives is a trigger for a memory which makes them stop, and cry, and want to die.

This is when our self-care becomes a priority.  Do what you need to – speak up or do not speak up.  But then, take care of yourself.  Write down a list of the things that soothe you, that bring you joy and comfort, and when the time comes that you need that comfort, look at that list and take care of yourself, from taking a long, hot bath, to a cup of tea, to a nap, to meditation.  Whatever works for you is what you do.  Feel all the things, all the emotions you must and need to feel, but when all is said and done, take care of yourself because sometimes ourselves is all we have.  Self-care.  Self-nurture.  Self-soothe.  Wrap yourself in love, hugs and acceptance for all that you have experienced and been through because you are strong and you are a survivor.

May the Goddess bless you and all of us.

 

October Newsletter

As we start our descent into the Dark Half of the Year, I wish you a happy Fall, a Happy Halloweeen, Blessed Samhain and Blessed Calan Gaeaf.  This is the time where we start to go within – our homes and ourselves – to prepare for the coming light.

The past couple of weeks have been challenging in many ways.  I attended an intensive retreat weekend with the Sisterhood of Avalon, to return to the news, two days later, that my mother had passed away, bringing with it a quick trip to FL and family interaction; one particularly wonderful and one cruel and mean.

That being said, we move forward into the month of October, where I just bought my great-niece the cutest little witch costume for Halloween.

 

I am honored and excited to bring my Introduction to Kundalini Yoga & Meditation workshop to Neylan’s Blue Moon Studio in Attleboro, MA.   It is our hope that this will turn into a 6 week session of Kundalini Yoga, of which Neylan is a big fan.

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On Saturday October 6 & 13, there is a two-part Hecate workshop at White Wolf Dance in Norton, MA  Part 1 will consist of making our own scrying mirrors, with Part 2 being all about Hecate and using those mirrors.       https://www.facebook.com/events/1054669521361716/

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The next session of Kundalini Yoga & Meditation at White Wolf Dance will begin on Monday, October 29th.  Pre-registration and pre-payment is now required.  Please contact me at MysticalShores@gmail.com or call Jamie at White Wolf directly.

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Many Blessings,

Susan Morgaine

 

The Goddess: Goddesses Who Protect Travelers

She Who Is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names

 September 1, 2018

Goddesses Who Protect Travelers

As we begin to look forward to September and the first day of Fall, we remember that, for now, it is still Summer. This means there is still plenty of time to take a vacation and travel.

With that being said, this column looks at three Goddesses who will protect you on your journeys far and wide.

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CHAM MO LAM LHA

Cham Mo Lam Lha is the Tibetan Goddess of Travelers. She is a worldly protectress who rode on the back of a bee to insure smooth travel.

She not only will help with outward traveling, but also the travel of an inward spiritual journey

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ABEONA

Abeona is the Roman Goddess of Outward Journeys and Safe Passage. She protects travelers on their departure. She also guides and protects the first steps of children, as well as their first steps away from home.

Abeona’s name means “to depart, or to go forth”. As such, She is also the Goddess of Partings.

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ADEONA/ADIONA

Adiona is the Roman Goddess of Safe Return. She protects travelers on the arrival back home. She also protects children, as they leave home and reassure parents that they will return home, at least to visit.

Her name means “to approach or to visit”.

Abeona and Adiona are both thought to be aspects of Juno due to their special focus on children. These two Goddesses worked together protecting travelers as they departed and made sure that they returned home safely.

May you be blessed on your adventures and travels and may these Goddesses of travel watch over you on your journeys.

Blessings!

September Newsletter

Greetings!

Hard to believe it is already September.  While I love the summer, I am looking forward to some cooler weather this year (sorry, not so much a fan of pumpkin anything!)

September is a busy month here at Mystical Shores.

We kick off the month on Sunday, September 9th, hosting the Red Tent at the Southeastern MA Pagan Pride Day,  held at the Ted William Camp in Lakeville, MA.  You can find SEMAPPD’s website here:   https://semappd.org/

On Monday, September 10th at 7:00 PM, there will be an introductory workshop to Kundalini Yoga & Meditation, held at White Wolf Dancing in Norton, MA.  The workshop will run approxiimately 1 1/2 hours.

The following week on Monday, September 17th, weekly Kundalini Yoga & Meditation classes will resume, also at White Wolf Dancing in Norton, MA.  Classes will start at 7:00 PM. This session will run to Monday, October 22nd.

Sunday, September 23rd from noon – 4:00 PM, brings us once again to our regular Red Tent at White Wolf Dancing, this one for Fall Equinox.

A change in the seasons can also bring a change to ourselves.  It is always a good idea to look deep inside ourselves and see if there are any changes we might like to work toward.  As the Fall breezes come in, it is a great time to change things up, get rid of what we don’t need, both emotionally and materialistically.  While traditionally, Spring is the time for cleaning up, I feel that Fall is the time for clearing up.  Take some time to think about what is really important and what you need to discard before the darker months ahead.  Meditate, and do some journey work and journal your experiences.  See where it takes you.

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The Kundalini Blessing* card for September is Protection.  Know that you are, indeed, in control.  You are not a victim of circumstance.  Trust your intuition.

(*Kundalini Blessings – Oracle Cards by Gurudarshan Khalsa)

A new deck of cards, Crystal Grid Oracle Cards by Ashley Leavy, shows us “Earth”, which makes perfect sense as the Earth prepares to slow down and get ready for it’s winter’s rest.  This card shows us a grid made of amethyst, which is calming, meditative, relaxing stone.  Green Aventurine is a healing, harmonizing and comforting stone.  There is the combination stone of Azurite with Malachite, which will help to open your Ajna/third eye chakra and helps to strengthen your intution, while also being a cleansing stone.  Quartz of all types are wonderful crystals to learn about; specifically, this grid uses Tibetan Quartz, again can be used for healing but also has a strong, earth-centered energy.  Jade is used for serenity, tranquility and protection.  Lastly, there is Onyx, supportive, protective and strengthening.

Our September Goddess is “Sulis”, a Goddess of Health and Healing. She fits in perfectly with our message of protection and healing.  As our days get cooler, remember to take care of yourself.  Take the time necessary for self-care and self-nurture.  Take the time to listen to your body; it knows what it needs.

Fall Blessings to all of you.

Susan Morgaine

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The Mother Wound

This Saturday, August 25th, I will be teaching a 3-hour workshop called “The Mother Wound”.  This workshop is based upon my own mother wound and my journey toward healing that wound.  The origins of this workshop date back to 2016, when I wrote one blog (different site), and then another because the response to the original post was amazing.  I felt honored that so many women reached out and trusted me enough to share their stories.  For the past 2 1/2 years, I have toyed with the idea of this workshop and due to my own ongoing issues with my mother, and my own healing journey, I decided that NOW was the time.   I will share the blogs here for those who may be interested.  The first was written in February, 2016, and the second in May of the same year.  I hope it may be of help to some to know that they are not alone.

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*February, 2016*

As I write this, I am sitting  in sunny Florida, 2200 miles from my home in cold Massachusetts.  For those who would say how lucky I am to be here, instead of there, I would respond with the fact that I wish to go home.

**The Mother Wound**

I’m  here to take care of my 83 year old mother, touch base with her doctor and set up services for her with Medicaid, which took me seven months to get her approved for.  She is not in good shape physically and it’s my guess that it won’t be long until she is completely immobile.  She has a new diagnosis of early dementia and I see the deterioration in her mind and memory.  I take my responsibilities very seriously and, so , here I am.

I have always believed in my heart that the mother/daughter bond should be a strong one, so when it is not, it is painful, an experience that I know I am not alone in feeling.   Through the years I have always had people who know my mother and then meet me say, “your mother is so wonderful!”.  It’s hard not to respond with “yes, but she is not your mother”.

Do I know how awful this sounds to one’s ears?  Yes, I most certainly do.  However, at best, she was neglectful and had a tendency to abandon me; well, maybe abandon is a harsh word, but that is how I have always seen it.  When something happens to you as a child, you see through the eyes of a child and, sometimes, you always see it through the eyes of the child you once were.  I was given to my grandmother to raise at birth; to me, she was my mother and when she passed through the veil when I was 6-7, I was devastated and here I am so many years later, still wishing she were here.  My mother always told me that my grandmother *took* me; in my heart, I knew better then and  had it confirmed recently that she just really wanted to live her own life unencumbered.  Upon myd grandmother’s death, I did,  finally,  go to live with my mother,  who was separated from my father.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, she was gay (never ever an issue), and we went to live with her partner.  If there were time off from school, I was sent away – this aunt and uncle, then to that aunt, and then to the aunt who took me in for every school vacation for the next six years.  Apparently this aunt knew exactly what was happening and was quite aware that if I were not with her, I would be alone. I don’t know how my cousins felt about my being plopped into their lives for 4 months each year; I was young enough to never think to ask; I hope it was not too burdensome for them.  My mother and her partner traveled, partied, lived their lives. If they had a party, I was to be not seen (after saying hello politely) and definitely not heard.  This was my life.  I was a quiet, shy, introverted child.  I was to never misbehave or speak out of turn.   I will not share some of  the things that I could as they are personal and extremely painful.

For decades now, I have been a daughter of the Goddess; I so love that phrase.  I practice a Goddess based spirituality and honor Her in Her aspects as Maiden, Mother and Crone.  While I am now Crone myself and identify with Her in that form, I still revere Her mostly as Mother.  As I tend to be fairly introspective normally, this visit to my mother has made me even more so.  It has been a difficult visit, which in and of itself is a complete understatement.

My thoughts have run to whether or not I am so drawn to the Goddess as Mother because I have not truly had a mother figure in my life since my grandmother passed.

My observation has been that many adult women have difficult relationships with their mothers and I wonder why that is.  Is it because of some weird competition for some mothers?  Is there some deeper psychological meaning behind it, or is it that some women just should not have children at all?  I am at a loss to define it.    I find it doubly difficult because I do not have this type of relationship with my own daughter.  We are mother-daughter, but we are also friends.

Through the years, when I have spoken to other women who have damaged relationships with their mothers, some severely, I have always thought of this as “the Mother Wound”.  Children, in general, suffer tremendously when they have less-than-perfect relationships with either parent; however, I find that the mother daughter bond, when broken, leaves behind a much deeper hurt, one that is difficult, if not impossible, to overcome later in life.  As the girl-child gets older and more fully realizes the damage that has been done, it can leave a resentment and bitterness that will never leave her.  If she continues to have some type of relationship with the mother, it often remains  difficult.  If the adult daughter tries to confront and discuss the past, she may find herself rebuffed or downright disbelieved.  I have found this to be true for other women who have shared their stories with me and I know it is true with me; my mother has always been the queen of spin.

The Mother Wound strikes deep, and it strikes hard.  Fortunate is the woman who does not let it affect her relations with her own children, if she has them.  Lucky is the woman who realizes where the damage comes from and attempts to heal her damaged heart and spirit.

This, I believe, is why I, personally, turn to the Goddess as Mother in times of grief and  troubled times, why I go to Her for comfort.  Unlike my mother-on-earth, the Goddess is always there for me,  for guidance, help and direction.  All I need do is open my heart and listen to what she has to say to me.   I have never known  Her to let me down.

First Force of all Creation, To You I Bow                                                                                                        Divine Force Everywhere, To You I Bow                                                                                                     Creative Force, Primal Force, To You I Bow                                                                                              Rising Up, Divine Mother, To You I Bow                                                                                                          ~~ Nirinjan Kaur, “Adi Shakti”

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*May 2016*

I have been amazed, honored and humbled by the response that I have received.  Women freely came forward to share their own stories, some in detail, some not so much.  What is extremely apparent is that I am not alone in carrying this Mother Wound.  Many women carry this wound.  The question then becomes “how do we heal this wound”?

As I have mentioned previously, I am very introspective; some might say too introspective.  To those some, I would say, everyone is different in how they approach life.  My introspection comes from a deep need to know, to understand.  I have discussed my Mother Wound with a couple of close friends through the years; my husband, whom I assume would prefer not to hear about it anymore, and various therapists throughout my adult life.  I am particularly fond of my current therapist and, since I have now returned home, will most likely talk her ear off at our next appointment.

With all of this talking, I do know one thing – it does not necessarily heal the wound.  It can, and does, numb the pain for a certain amount of time, but the pain always comes back with any renewed contact or any reminder of what has gone on before.

Some women choose to cut off all contact with her mother; some continue to have some type of relationship, I think, maybe in hopes that things will somehow, someway, improve.  My experience tells me it does not improve.  Sometimes, it worsens.

However we choose, personally, to deal with it, it just adds to the pain.  If you cut off all contact, there is always someone, somewhere, who will tell you that not only are you wrong, but they will tell you in detail *why* you are wrong, as if they have lived through your experiences.  Sometimes, even if you do maintain contact, there will be those who think they know your life and your experiences better than you do yourself and this is why you should do x, y or z.

If we choose to maintain contact, the pain will just continue as you both get older.  Yes, absolutely, we make our own choices in how we live our lives, what type of person we wish to be and no, we should not let things in our past dictate our present or our future.  That being said, for some, maintaining contact while allowing the distant past to fall away,  just brings new opportunities for the hurt to be compounded.  This has been my personal experience.  The things that have been said, done throughout my adult life right up to the present have just added to the hurt, making it even harder to heal from the past.   Then there is always the guilt that accompanies and exacerbates the pain.  My own mother is now in her early 80’s, with a fairly new dementia diagnosis.  Her memory is failing, so having any type of discussion with her about any issues between the two of us would be an exercise in futility.   I am sure that when she passes through the veil, the guilt will be just another part of the story that I will have to deal with.  Each of us has our own continuing story. Each of us makes the decision that is right for us.  No one else has that right.

So, how do we heal?   Can we heal?  As mentioned, there is therapy, just talking it out.  At best, I think that is just a bandaid, if contact is maintained.   Having my own children was somewhat healing; for various reasons, I have never told my son many of the stories surrounding my relationship with my mother; I have told my daughter.  She reinforces for me that mothers and daughters can have strong, healthy relationships.  For me, as I mentioned in the last article,  there is my spirituality.  The Goddess  fills a void left by my living mother.  Meditation is a good way of  dealing with the pain.  As a yoga and meditation teacher, I have found that deep meditation brings out deep, intense feelings.  This is not for everyone, as it means going even deeper, which tends to lead to more emotional pain; even with my love of meditation, there have been times I have shied away from this particular journey  toward healing.  I am also a certified Reiki healer and I have done some extensive chakra work.  These also are good self-healing techniques.  I would also highly recommend a couple of books by Diane Stein – “All Women Are Healers” and “The Women’s Healing Book”.

The fact is not lost on me, that as I am writing of different techniques for healing ourselves, it is apparent that I have not fully healed.  I get that.  I may never  heal completely, although that will not stop me from trying.  This is what I wish for all women –  and men, too, that may be carrying this wound  from either parent – do your best to heal, know that no matter what has been said to you or done to you, that you are a worthwhile person, and that you are not defined by the Mother Wound that you carry.  You define you.  Blessings and love on the journey.

August 2018 Mystical Shores Newsletter

It is hard to believe that we are already halfway through the summer.  I hope you have all been able to put aside some of your duties and responsibilities and enjoy all the fun that summer has to offer.

Mystical Shores has two workshop offerings this month.

The first is “Prana – Your Breath, Your Life” on Sunday evening, August 19 from 6:00-8:00 PM.  You will learn several different Kundalini Yoga breath techniques to benefit your life.  Please dress comfortably, bring a yoga mat, a pillow, coverup and water to stay hydrated.

The second offering is “The Mother Wound”, to be held on Saturday, August 25 from 11:00 AM – 2:00 PM.  This will be a step on the healing journey for anyone who has been affected by the physical and/or emotional trauma inflicted by their maternal figures.  We will connect, talk, cry, bond, journal and meditate our way toward healing.  Please dress comfortably, bring a yoga mat or blanket to sit on, a pillow may be helpful, and a journal/pen.

Looking forward to September, there will be an Introductory workshop to Kundalini Yoga and Meditation, beginning regular weekly classes the following week.  September will also bring the Mystical Shores Fall Equinox Red Tent.  More details to follow in the September Newsletter.

I am also proud and honored to be a part of the Southeastern Mass Pagan Pride  Day, where I will have an all day Red Tent on September 9th.

There are also some new offerings in the works – a monthly Women’s Sovereignty Circle and a *Fierce Heart* group – keep an eye on the website for updates.

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Our Goddess for August (from Amy Sophia Marashinsky’s The Goddess Oracle) is the Egyptian Goddess Nut, the Goddess of the Night Sky.  Nut tells us to keep some mystery in our lives, to not get so locked up in what we *should* do, trying to control every aspect of everything.  Loosen up a little bit, explore, find and embrace the mysteries of life.

Our Inner Mermaid tells us to “Make a  Wish” (from Doreen Virtue’s Magical Mermaid and Dolphins).  Let your deepest wishes come to the surface, imagine them to be true and wait for them to manifest.  Life is magic and Magic is Life.  Never let your wishes die.

Our August crystal is Moldavite, for cosmic connection and vibration.  Use it in conjunction with your wish manifestation and to search the cosmos for mystery, and allow your perception to expand.

Lastly, always remember who and what you are – strong, powerful, courageous, able to deal with any obstacle.  Dream big and make those wishes come true.

Goddess Bless!

 

 

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