Rays of Consciousness

Insight into who I am? Hmm, one of my dearest friends said, "You need to get your t.v. watchin, greenery smokin, feline lovin, tree-huggin, no meat eatin, Goddess-adoring butt out of that bed and get to school! You hear me?!?" Of course I mumble and grumble in protest, mornings aren't my bag.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

I opened my book that I've had for going on 7 or 8 years now and I felt that this message really hit home for me. It's taken from my favorite spiritual author, Zsuszanna Budapest. After reading this passage again, I have been chanting "Hagia Sophia" these last few nights as I nod off to sleep. Just last night I dreamed of many symbols, all pertaining to fertility and love. Affirmations from Hagia Sophia herself. The winds are speaking to me again. Whispering of the rebirth that will transform my heart and soul again. It is my time to be stirred. I believe it's already happening. Here is Februarys' Message:

The Goddess Hagia Sophia Speaks

I have hidden this month's message inside a bear's cave, then changed my mind and thrown it on your threshold. Did you feel me encircle your house? You would hardly recognize me, I am so beautiful my cheeks are red from the winds, and my feet are damp from all the moisture I am pumping to the tips of my forests from the depths of the earth. Nothing is showing now, of course. It's still the dead of winter, but I have my hidden activities. We are busy down in the depths! My rowan is about to burst out in flowers, and in the south blooms my laurel, my bay. There are corcuses in my hair, and I have tiny snow-white flowers blending with the snow itself. I am heralding an initation.

A Spiritual strength, unlike that of any other time, is surging through me like the sap of the trees. I care for the depths of the soul. It's a new dawn. There is no more need to hide the spiritual strength of womyn. My name rings out freely from their lips, and I answer the call. I answer the call every time. This season I am the all-wise seeress, the witch of transformation. Have you felt the stirrings of my power?

Do I mean Valentine's Day to you? Can you hear the animals going in heat at night, howling, mewing, scratching at your door, making the sounds of wild desire? My wolves are mating in the North. They mate for life. I am sorry if you were lonely through the winter. I was with you. But I know what you mean-a mother's love can only go so far. After that, a partner is in order. Trust me in this one; Sophia can see your luck changing. I shall bear you the flow of my sap and carry you to your new beginnings. You shall be loved as I loved the folk who celebrated me on Lupercalia. You shall have new jobs, new monies, new houses, new wealth, new life. I want my children to take advantage of this power. I share with you gladly.

I have bought you the herb Hyssop o wash your eyes and see true reality, the kind of realitly that lives in your innerscapes, the wisdom in living and dying, but mostly the wisdom of rebirth. You are not one of those disgruntled children of mine who resent the wheel of life, who wish to beg off, to bail out, not be tied to me or to incarnations of thie own but to go away somewhere. I don't know what they mean. They want to get off the endless chain of rebirth, they sneer at the miracles, they say it's better to be unborn. I keep them in my blue sleeves, trying not to weave them back into my magnificient bird song-peppered tapestry of life. But they are not happy there either. They peek out and say things like, "look at the fools as they are entering new bodies again, they are falling in love again with life and with each other." They are not laughing either, these soured-up souls. I suppose all mothers have to contend with a few of these strange seeds, but you I care about; you're trying and you're winning. It's time for another visit, isn't it? Another date to cross over realities, another chance to transfuse you with my love.

Come see me in your secret place, your safe place, the temple of your soul. Sit down again in your room and then close your eyes and breathe with me, in and out, nine times. Then still your thoughts and imagine coming into my presence. Wait for an image to appear. I shall come to you as a beautiful young maiden, with far-seeing eyes. I will hold your hand and ask you what you wish to know. Say then calmly, "I am seeking the Self" Then I shall hold up a mirror to your beautiful face and make you see how your radiate rainbow colors through the universe, how you rsoul is all-knowing already, just like mine.






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