Good Morning, My Sisters & Brothers! I hope everyone is doing fine this beautiful Tuesday morning. I apologize for us running late. It is totally my fault. I have been talking to Eleanor this morning and I believe she is about the only one who truly understands me. She tells me she can look at my face and tell what I am feeling. Look into my eyes and know exactly what I am thinking. I don’t know if that is a good think or not to have someone who can read you like a book. She is the only one around here that can and thank goodness for that.
She came in the office this morning to drop off some orders. The minute she looked at me, she immediately asked, “what was wrong?” I started to tell her nothing but why lie, she would know. I told her I really didn’t know. My entire body feels strange, it is like my inner being has been ripped out of my body. I just feel numb to the world. She told me, that reality was finally sitting in. I had done more than I should emotionally wise and now it has hit home. Boy has it ever! I told her that it started this morning when we passed the burned out cabin that I use to call home. It just got worse after that I could feel a part of me slip away as I looked at the cabin. The full details of that night came back. Truthfully I was hoping they never did but…. I also have this reminder on my leg for a bit that won’t let me forget.
Then the dear friend whose niece had been shot in the High School shootings who asked me to take away her pain. Help her cope. Eleanor warned me but I didn’t listen. She told me I had enough crap floating around in my own head, how did I expect to take someone’s else’s pain away? Good question, but I had to try and I did. It drained me both emotionally and physically. I think most of all I got sick of hearing other religious leaders say that something glorious would come out of what had happened. Really? Glorious? The aunt and I talked and are still talking about what happened. The leader that made the glorious comment made her very angry. She asked me how could she stand up there and say such a thing? I told her it was her religion that saw something glorious coming out of what had happened. Personally, I told her I saw no good out of those two young people’s deaths. That lady went on and on and by the time it was over I wanted to strangle her. I have been to funerals before but nothing like this. When it was over, the aunt had nothing but questions. The only thing that came to me was to tell her about the image of my Goddess I had seen once. I told her how my Goddess was nothing but pure love, you could sense it and see it illuminating from Her. She welcomed all and she (the aunt) could rest assured that her niece was in the Goddess’ loving care and comfort. There was no more pain, no more confusion in the cosmos, the Goddess had grabbed her sweet soul and took her home to be with her. I told her aunt that we had the guarantee that we would all meet one day again. We would meet in a field of softly blowing grass, our finger tips touching the tops as we ran to meet our loved ones. We had the promise they would be there waiting for us. We also knew that as long as they were in our hearts, they would never be forgotten. They would always be with us. There would be times of sadness and times of joy thinking back on the time you had with your niece on this plane. I told her to hold those memories tight and never, ever let them go.
After I was emotionally drained out, it came to me, the aunt’s question. I had an answer for it. How could something glorious come out of their deaths? I told her to live her life in honor of her niece. Honor her memory each and every day. Let her life and the life of the other family members be a beckon among people. Let their light shine so brightly that no evil can ever touch them again. Let their light and lives be a symbol for no matter what evil occurs it will not destroy them. For as long as they stand as a family together, they will be the goodness that comes out of their lose. Let their children’s light shine through them and let that light shine brightly and be a symbol for those who have lost so much as they have.
Evil can never win. I know we aren’t suppose to believe in evil but it is out there and we must face it. We have to face it head on. We can never let it win out over us no matter how bad the circumstances. We must pull from our own faith and from our Divine Mother for the strength and courage to face any and all obstacles put in our way.
I am sorry I didn’t mean to “preach,” I guess it was something I just had to get off my chest. I know I do feel some what better now. I appreciate you listening and most of all I appreciate you loving me. If nothing else we learn for incidents like this, there is one thing. Hug your children, your spouse, your significant other every day and most of all tell them you love them, not only tell them show them. In these days and times, you never know any more and that is a very sad thing to say about the world in which we live.
Now something I want to share with you. You have heard it before but it does give me strength in times like these…..
Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore a witch like me!
I once was burned, now I survive,
was hung and now I sing.
T’was grace that drew down the moon
and grace that raised the seas.
The magic in the people’s will
will set our Mother free.
We face the East and breathe the winds
that move across this earth.
From gentle breeze to hurricane
our breath will bring forth the change.
Turn towards the South and feel the fire
that burns in you and me.
The spirit’s flame will rise again
and burn eternally.
We greet the West, our souls awash
in tides of primal birth.
Our tears and blood, our pain and love
will cleanse and heal the earth.
Reach into the North and know your roots
down deep ancestral caves.
We find the wisdom of the Crone,
Of circles we are made
Amazing earth, enduring life,
from death into rebirth.
T’is earth I am and earth I love
and earth I’ll always be.
Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore witches like we.
We once were burned, now we survive,
were hung and now we sing.
Goddess bless, so mote it be,
Our magic spirals on.
Merry meet and merry part
and merry meet again.