A country song that tells about how hard we can really have it in the USA. It is my hope that this song will help people look at what they have instead of what they do not have. Song done by the group Alabama
Main Chakra: Base
Planet: Mars & Saturn
Vibrates to the number: 9
Astrological Sign: Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn
Hematite stone is the main mineral in Iron and is mined in locations all around the world. The most notable places being Australia, Brazil, Canada, Chile, China, Cuba, England, Germany, India, Mexico, Spain and Russia. In the United States, the states where hematite stone mining is the most common includes Alabama, Arizona, Michigan, Missouri, New York, Tennessee, Wyoming and Utah.
Hematite stone is always opaque and is a grey metallic color or almost black. Occasionally you will find small amounts of red within the stone. This is where the iron has oxidized and is why in times past, hematite was called “bloodstone” because many of the stones would “bleed” a red color when they were cut.
The so called “bleeding” is actually nothing more than the iron oxidizing, which is nothing more than rust. Yet this red “blood” is where it got it’s name. It comes from the Greek word haima meaning blood.
Our world has become so complex, it is hard to find time to take a deep breath, much less actually relax and let go of a little stress. The hematite stone can help you maximize those few moments you may find to let go of stress. It leaves you in a calm state but at the same time, it leaves you in tuned to the universal energies, allowing you psychic abilities to increase.
If you have reached the age where your memory is not as good as it use to be, wearing hematite can help to increase your memory, making it easier to remember to get to appointments on time, to pay bills on time or even just to call your relatives on a semi-regular basis.
Hematite stone is a balancing healing stone, that bring all sides of the subject into balance. Self control and a go getter attitude can live side by side. Body, mind and Spirit can all work in harmony.
Not sure which path to take in your life to ensure you have all that you need? This also includes having peace and true inner happiness in your life. Hematite can cause your intuition to peak, helping you make the right choices to ensure all your hopes, dreams and desires can take you on the path to reach your goals.
Hematite is a great stone for students, mathematicians and engineers or anyone that use a lot of analytical skills in their jobs. It helps with memory, makes memorization easier, improves mathematical skills and aids in logically moving from a single concept through the many possible conclusions that could arise.
A hematite is a great stone for a beginner just learning to meditate. Often beginners will feel overwhelmed by the information and feelings they receive during their early attempts at meditation. Hematite helps you to stay grounded so you are not so overwhelmed, but at the same time, still allows you to maintain a meditative state.
If you are ill, especially where fever is concerned or the if the body has a build up of toxins, have someone comb your aura while holding a hematite stone. If you don’t have someone to do this for you, meditate while holding one of the stones and visualize the stone drawing the fever/toxins/illness from your body and into the stone. Afterwards, make sure you wash the stone under running water to remove the build up of negative energy from it.
If you are in need of a chiropractic treatments but can’t get one done at this point in time, lay on your stomach and have someone place several hematite stones on your back in a line down your spine. Hematite stone helps ease back pain and the magnetic qualities can help align your spine.
Hematite stone works closely with the base chakra helping to keep you grounded. This makes it the perfect stone for someone who tends to have their head in the clouds. It helps them to keep their mind on what has to be done, without cutting off their love of life and flow of creativity.
Hematite stone is great for anyone that does any sort of public speaking, including teachers, business executives and such. It gives you courage and self control while also reducing stress, which can help you to shine when communicating with others.
Raising a Kitchen Witch From Scratch
Author: Seba O’Kiley
“In fact, people who posses not magic at all can instill their home-cooked meals with love and security and health, transforming ingredients and bringing disparate people together as family and friends. There’s a reason that when opening one’s home to guests, the first thing you do is offer food and drink. Cooking is a kind of everyday magic.” — Juliet Blackwell
When I was wee, I stayed with my Grandma quite a bit. She was my mentor, my teacher, my “other momma” and augmented my kitchen learnin’ in her own natural way. Her grapevines were teaching tools, as in: grow them slow, water daily, “feel” their skin for trouble and dry them, molasses-slow-like, in the hottest rays of the sun–then rest them in cool niches for storage. (Her own aunties were down-home wine makers over around Elk River, Alabama. We didn’t talk about that much.) Grandma was rightly specific about the element of touch when it came to process. I can still smell her favorite peach stand on Highway 72–that cloying, somehow musky aroma that smacks of pies and late afternoon sun and where all the best “picked anything” sat on rough wood shelves. The memory that resonates the most is:
Dusky, bruised pink horizon slung low under an already indigo sky . . . fireflies dancing in the dim outline of pines . . . and there, off the highway, a brightly lit “farm stand” called her name. A kitchen witch’s dream, complete with roughshod tables, sawdust floors, jams and jellies glimmering purple, red and golden under the hum of precariously hung light fixtures. And the process: her hand reaching out to melons, tomatoes, cucumbers, feeling the texture, feeling for a soft spot indicating hidden rot, running her chewed fingernails across the microscopic hairs of peaches and okra. I think I finally understand now, all these decades later, what she was teaching me back then. We were feeling our way through choices that otherwise might have been mislead by labels, presentation or advertisement.
If Paganism is the “Old Religion, ” then the cooking that we do down here in the Deep South is the “Old Kitchen Witchery.” It is marked by a disregard of measurements, tasting each and every step, burning our fingers and palms and tongues in our refusal to disconnect from each and every sacred step and the rustic presentation of soul-satisfying suppers. It is the art of seed preservation, pickling, canning, growing, sowing, harvesting and frying or simmering in hundred-year-old, seasoned iron skillets. It is the unabashed reverence for home and hearth, community and family and a well-fed body. For that, y’all, we need to feel our way.
Perhaps this is why we tend to keep our recipes within the family, pass them down in grease-stained books and reminisce on the soul who crafted it when its spell weaves its way onto our tables. They represent the sacred process, the sacred thump of someone’s divine presence in the realm of the living. Sometimes, that process was a journey as a momma. Sometimes, that process is the struggle through an economically crippling period of life. Most times?
Sustenance. Pure and simple.
One night, my grandma had suffered my whining on about being “hongry” about all she could. Before I knew it, flour was sifting through the air, butter was being melted slowly in a pot and cocoa met sugar across the plane of the most delicate crust, rolled and sliced like buns. Little more than pantry items had conjured themselves into a little soul food for her grandchild–and I never forgot the story with which I sopped it all down. Seems that, in the Depression, treats like Poptarts and Little Debbie cakes weren’t within the reach of chubby child fingers (imagine my shock) forcing mommas across the land to get a might creative. Love. Simple and sweet. Love manifested itself out of bare pantries and broken pocketbooks and landed on the tongues of country younguns and lit their hearts like butter on a biscuit.
Is that not an oral tradition? In more ways than one? Stories, legends, legacies weaving from farm to table, ancestors to children, echoing their way through time in fatback and the juice of the perfect peach, sliding down sticky Alabama fingers. I hear her voice every time touch a peach. I feel her warmth with every stir of a wooden spoon. I know my own thread in the tapestry as I write, by hand: pinch of salt, an egg or two (depending on their girth) , serves ’round six if fin they ain’t that ravished. Now, if that doesn’t represent tradition, the creek’s done gone dry and the fish have flopped uneaten on red clay.
And catfish is what’s for dinner tonight, y’all. (The Southern Fried Initiate/Daughter hankered for it and I plan to feed that sweet flesh of hers. Right after I teach her how to batter it, just so, with buttermilk and stone ground yellow meal.)
I reckon’ that night at the Limestone County Farm Stand taught me most of what I needed to get by in life. Lessee:
1. Support your locals. This builds a foundation for the community and helps sustain all in the circle.
2. Local sustenance tastes sweeter, brighter and fosters a connection between the dirt between our feet and the neighbor waving howdy from the yard.
3. Eating locally works in healing ways. Local honey can ease yor’ allergies. Backyard flowering vegetation is safer in a pollination drift.
4. Rotted fruit is best in the compost heap, so as it can be recycled into an element of growth.
5. Growing things your own self nurtures a sense of pride, wholeness and is sustainable for your wallet and the cheapest Prozac in town. (Get yor’ hands in the dirt. I guarantee that the cucumbers won’t be the only things fruiting soon.)
6. Share healthy seed, extra sprouts, bushels of harvest, recipes, preserves and suppers. Believe it or not, there is ALWAYS room for another set of feet under a table.
7. Thank the universe, and yor’ local farmer, for the bounty. Divine process made that dinner. Hit knees, bless sustenance and grab a fork.
8. Pay it forward. Share those potions and tricks to ward off caterpillars, aphids and rabbits. Get over to some soul’s house and help build that chicken house. (Good energy out, good energy in. This is true building of a community, y’all. And you never know when a wolf might blow YOUR house down. Re-read “Stone Soup.”)
9. Barter. Money sure ain’t everything, and in fact, it doesn’t represent much at all. Got a bushel of banana peppers, but sure would like some cayenne? Are you one helluva seamstress, but need someone who tinkers on cars? Well, skip the government taxes and get to trading! (This is a lost art in our community and one of the most Pagan things you can do.)
10. Revel, wildly and hopelessly, in the tastes and smells and textures of our sweet Mother Earth. We all think too damn much. Feel your way. Feel the grass beneath your toes. Feel the energy traversing through the veins of a spinach leave, the sweet burst of tomato seed, the vinegar tart of a pickled pear. We are so short for this world. What blasphemy do we enact when we forget to commune with it all?
Imagine, for one moment, if Gran hadn’t stopped there on Highway 72 with that young wile chile?
Kitchen Witchery: The art of sustaining legacy, legend, community and family through the sacred process of communion with Mother Earth. Produces magic, healthy bodies, balanced minds and promotes sustainability in all realms.
Serves . . . .
All of us.
Footnotes: This post first appeared at Southernkitchenwitch.com on August 12th, 2012.
Another week of work is done,
And I am, oh, so tired,
I really need to rest my weary bones.
I leave the job at half past five,
I can’t wait for the weekend,
But there’s more work to do when I get home.
There’s lawns to cut and trash to dump,
There’s painting and there’s fixing,
There’s bills to pay and shopping at some store.
And when I think that all is done,
And I can finally rest,
I’m sure that I will find there’s plenty more.
Now I can’t wait ’til Monday morn,
When I go back to work,
To start the day with coffee with my friends,
Then work until it seems as if
The week goes on forever,
And once again I’m waiting for it to end.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
I hope everyone is having a great day today. I am adding a special treat in my postings today. I ran across some old Chinese remedies and I will be posting them today. They are tonics and ancient but they still work today. So copy and paste or get your pens out, these are some good tonics. Have a great one, dear friends!
Good Morning dear readers,
I hope you are having the best Saturday ever. The weather here is dreary right now. The good news is that we have just had a tiny amount of rain here. I believe it was so fine they didn’t record it. I have my little path that I use to get to town. The other day, I stopped at a local gas station. They were telling me all the roads that were closed. Come to find out the road I was on was the only road not under water. Also something I had forgotten about was the tornado that touched down, They haven’t even had a chance to clean up and here come the water. We have a local station (The Co-Op’s), they send a person around to take pics of the area and I was watching that this morning. There was I don’t know how many places I recognized on that channel. It is so heartbreaking, to see their houses almost underwater, to watch your neighbors coming and going in boats and big diesel trucks. Then you see pics of the High School students filling sand bags along with convicts, neighbor helping neighbor anyway possible.
It might be heartbreaking, but when you see people taking action and doing what has to be done, it makes you feel good about the human race. You automatically know that there is not all bad in the world, there is still good. It would be wonderful that after all these tragedies, the feeling of brotherhood could still prevail. Perhaps it will.
I must apologize for yesterday’s postings. I got interrupted right in the middle of them. Come to find out they are doing a standard blackout during the weekdays. They are trying to fix the telephone line the tornado tore up. It is lovely living in the country.
Green acres is where I want to be……….
Good morning dear readers! I hope everyone is having a loving day today. Personally, I don’t have much to say today. I know there has been a lot of festivities due to the Royal Wedding but that is overseas not here at home. Everyone was in a joyous mood, the Wedding had renewed them or refreshed them. I guess I must be one hell of a cynic, all I could do was think of the mess that was here at home. The number of tornadoes that had ripped through the lower southern States. When they announced on the news that 300 were dead at the time, I never felt such sorrow in my life. Even though I have been through two tornadoes myself and I will admit I was very, very fortunate to come out of both of them unharmed. Perhaps that is why I am having such a hard time dealing with this many dead in just a matter of seconds. You know I am a mother of two (both of them now grown). But I was thinking this morning, to be hiding in a closet with one of them and all of a sudden the roof is ripped off, and that child is sucked right throw my grasp. Or my husband and I under a mattress and it is lifted up and away, I turn to look and he is gone. How on earth do these people recover from this? How do you ever pick up the pieces and move on? I am the only one left in my family, everyone else has passed on. I am still fairly young and with each of their passing my heart was ripped. I know people will tell you it gets better over time. I can’t tell that to people anymore, I know different. My mother passed when I was very young. I still have times to this day that her passing seems like only yesterday. I stop and cry and my heart breaks again. I have my good memories of her and that is what helps me cope with her death. I had people tell me everything when she passed on. But with as many deaths of family members I have faced I know one thing, your memories of that person is the most important thing you have. Keep those memories, think of them often. Remember their days of tolling on this Earth is through, they have gone on to a better place. My vision that keeps me going is thinking about the Rainbow Bridge. I know most envision the Bridge as being for animals but I have envisioned one for humans too. I see my sister and mother walking hand in hand across a grassy field coming to greet me. They are no longer in pain, the Goddess with Her love and kindness has made them whole again. They are laughing and my sister tells me, “I have worried and shed tears for nothing.”
For those of you that have been touched by tragedy these last couple of days, I hope my vision gives you some comfort. Why this had to happen to you? We will never know. They say all things happen for a reason but I have never found a reason for an untimely death and I have looked. Please take comfort that you are not alone. You have a great number of people praying for you. You will pick up the pieces, no matter how difficult, and begin to move on. Even though, you have lost a loved one, take comfort you will be reunited one day. In closing, I would like to leave you with a prayer for you and the other survivors of this devastating weather.
Oh, Goddess, I humbly pray for all those
who have died, but especially for all the
victims of the recent tornadoes. Hold all of
them near to you until he/she is ready to be
reborn again from your womb.
Oh God, please grant these people an easy
rebirth, and that we never forget all that
he/she was to us in this world. Bring
them to the everlasting joy of the
So Mote It Be.