A High King In Home?

July 26, 2021

 

With the image of an automatic weapon on his baseball cap and a rather large skull tattoo on his neck, I was a bit wary. Clearly part of the community but, I assumed, clearly not part of my tribe. And then he told me that it’s time for the rise of the divine feminine. Seriously?

He was parked near my car this morning as I walked along the cove road in Home. Yes, Home is the name of our village. When I returned to my car he was standing looking at the water. I said hello as I walked to my car and he turned and began an animated conversation. He glanced down at the trash along the side of the road and talked about how it was a sign of disrespect for the natural world to just leave garbage around, that we need to learn to respect nature, that it’s time to turn away from the masculine energy of anger and war. We need more harmony, he said. We need more unity. Things are falling apart and we need women to lead. Seriously?

He is in fact a local and, he admitted, because of how he looks people assume he’s associated with those folks out here who are involved in drugs and robberies in the area. But he named himself a good guy among the bad guys and that when he hears of a robbery he makes the rounds, banging on doors and demanding of folks that if they stole the stuff they need to give it back. “That little old lady needs her stuff back!”

And then he launched into how everything is energy and we are all connected and we are all one. I stood there listening to him and thought, OMG I’m listening to an expression of the High King energy. I’ve written before about Irish King Cormac and his Instructions for the King. This young man was ticking all the boxes. 

People think I’m weird and a bit crazy”, he said. As I got into my car I assured him he isn’t at all crazy and said I hoped to see him again. Apparently he comes to the water frequently for the peace.

High King or not, this young man is a tribal leader. I was humbled by our encounter and grateful to have seen beyond his hat and tattoo to his soul. May we all find our way to see the soul of those we find in our path. Seriously.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Spellbinding

July 6, 2021

 

In 2007, the new edition of the Oxford Junior Dictionary dropped around forty common words citing they were no longer being used enough by children to merit their place in the dictionary. The list of these lost words includes acorn, adder, bluebell, bramble, dandelion, fern, heron, kingfisher, lark, newt, otter, weaselwillow, and wren. Among the words taking their place were attachment, blog, broadband, bullet-point, cut-and-paste, and voice-mail

Just let that sit there for a moment and see how it lands in you.

It didn’t land well with Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris and they set out to make a “spell book” that would conjure back twenty of these lost words. Through Macfarlane’s delightful  poetry and Morris’ stunning illustrations, they summon these words again into the voices, stories, and dreams of children and adults alike, and celebrate the wonder and importance of everyday nature. The Lost Words is that book. Here’s what they created for dandelion.

Dazzle me, little sun-of-the-grass!
A
nd spin me, tiny time-machine!

   (Tick-tock, sun clock, thistle & dock)
Now no longer known as
Dent-de-Lion, Lion’s Tooth or Windblow,
   (Tick-tock, sun clock, nettle & dock)
Evening Glow, Milkwitch, or Parachute, so
Let new names take and root, thrive and grow,
   (Tick-tock, sun clock, rattle & dock)
I would make you some, such as
   Bane of Lawn Perfectionists
Or Fallen Star of the Football Pitch
   Or Scattered, but
Never would I call you only, merely, simply, ‘weed’.
                                                                           (Tick-tock, sun clock, clover & dock)

I have an extensive collection of children’s books. At this stage in my life I’m not interested in accumulating more of pretty much anything. Yet this book of spells is tempting. I think we all need a bit of spell binding, we all need to create spells through words and art and even music. Spells that bind us to the natural world. 

May we be spellbound.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Wisdom Of The Forest

July 5, 2021

 

 

We have the power
to shift course. It’s our disconnectedness – and
lost understanding about the amazing capacities of nature – that’s driving a lot of our despair, and plants in particular are objects of our abuse. By understanding their sentient qualities, our empathy and love for trees, plants, and forests will naturally deepen and find innovative solutions. Turning to the intelligence of nature itself is the key.

Suzanne Simard

 

I recently read Suzanne’s amazing book, Finding The Mother Tree: Discovering the Wisdom of the Forest. It’s the story of her pioneering work on plant communication and intelligence. Although this knowing is rooted in our collective consciousness, it seems our science-mind culture needs scientific proof. Fortunately people are finally listening.

In our listening, will we embrace the wisdom of the forest? 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Beyond The Illusion

July 4, 2021

 

Our separation from each other is an optical illusion.
When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it.
Everything is connected.
The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.
Albert Einstein

It’s all energy and it’s all connected. Would that we could step beyond the suffering and illusion of our separateness. There is a universal harmony that calls us back home to remember and re-member our place in the universal and cosmic web.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Myth Goes Mainstream

July 3, 2021

 

Raven has been very present and very loud these last few days here at MossTerra. Dennis suggested perhaps they are announcing their new stamp. I mentioned this legend recently in my blog post about the Asharaji/Creature Nation and was delighted to see this announcement this morning.

We’re excited to announce the first stamp rendered by a member of the Native American Tlingit Tribe. The Raven Story stamp highlights an important story to the Indigenous people of the Pacific NW Coast. Raven plays an essential role in traditional tales of the creation of the world, when Raven sets free the sun, moon and stars. In this design, Indigenous artist @RicoWorl depicts Raven just as he escapes from his human family and begins to transform back into his bird form.   US Postal Service


I can’t wait to get some as we are just about out of our John Lennon stamps…a legend of mythic proportion. 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Weird Enough To Be Wise

July 2, 2021

The Light Of Ancient Wisdom

 

Deepening my connections with the Seven Nations, I find myself navigating landscapes and experiences I could never have imagined. In my circles of elder spiritual sisters who are on the same journey, we often talk about how grateful we are to have each other because if we talked with others about this we would be considered weird. Weird. It’s actually exactly what we are supposed to be.

While this is perhaps new for us, it is a landscape very familiar to our ancestors. Our ancestors of both biology and soul.

In old traditions those who acted as elders were considered to have one foot in daily life and the other foot in the otherworld. Elders acted as a bridge between the visible world and the unseen realms of spirit and soul. A person in touch with the otherworld stands out because something normally invisible can be seen through them.

The old word for having a foot in each world is ‘weird.’ The original sense of weird involved both fate and destiny. Becoming weird enough to be wise requires that a person learn to accommodate the strange way they are shaped within and aimed at the world.

An old idea suggests that those seeking for an elder should look for someone weird enough to be wise. For just as there can be no general wisdom, there are no ‘normal’ elders. Normal bespeaks the ‘norms’ that society uses to regulate people, whereas an awakened destiny always involves connections to the weird and the warp of life. 

In Norse mythology, as in Shakespeare, the Fates appear as the Weird Sisters who hold time and the timeless together.

Those who would become truly wise must become weird enough to be in touch with timeless things and abnormal enough to follow the guidance of the unseen. Elders are supposed to be weird, not simply ‘weirdoes,’ but strange and unusual in meaningful ways. 

Elders are supposed to be more in touch with the otherworld, but not out of touch with the struggles in this world. Elders have one foot firmly in the ground of survival and another in the realm of great imagination. This double-minded stance serves to help the living community and even helps the species survive.        Michael Meade

Since I wrote and published my Call To Crone book, I find that so many who are not elder aspire to be crone. Perhaps an aspiration for the wisdom they sense in it. But being crone, being elder, is never about wisdom alone. It requires a journey of experience. My counsel is always to take time to enjoy the journey and accumulate the insights as they come. Take the time to become weird enough to be wise.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

With Beauty & Gratitude

July 1, 2021

 

With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.

 From Walking in Beauty
Closing Prayer from the Navajo Way Blessing Ceremony

May we all walk in beauty, in wholeness with the Seven Nations, and in gratitude.

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

An Asha Story

June 29, 2021

 

The Seven Nations
Shoka/Stone
Kata/Fire
Loma/Water
Arrai/Air
Prana/Plants
Asharaji/Creatures
Asha/Earth

 

This is a story I collected many years ago. It’s still one of my favorites.

 

Woven With The Earth
Irish

“I thought having eight kids would do it,” Eddie laughed and nodded to the large family photo over the living room mantle. “All grown and not one of them with an interest in the weaving.”

Eddie is a Donegal hand-weaver, as was his father and his father before him. Knowledge passed down father to son for centuries. Now, with as few as two dozen still working the loom, Eddie speculated that within ten or twenty years, there would be none left. That was ten years ago.

We climbed the narrow stairs leading from the shop to a small room with one window. Built in place, the loom took up the whole of it as we wedged ourselves against a wall to watch him work. The prospect of sitting there eight to ten hours every day seemed an obvious disincentive to following in his footsteps. Still, it was sobering to consider that we were watching one of the last of the Donegal weavers.

Three years later I returned to find Eddie filled with news of a son returned from college to be involved with the hand-weaving. Though, it turned out, not as a weaver. With a degree in business and marketing, he had just opened a weaving heritage centre in the old trading house on the village square, site of the original wool markets. At Eddie’s insistence we wandered over to have a look. Descriptive photo displays covered the walls between the shelves of woven and knit products for sale. Beyond the displays and shelving the room opened to a man sitting at a loom weaving. A friend of Eddie’s, he had been convinced to set up one of his looms for demonstrations. The centre was mostly empty that day and it was not long before we were listening to stories of his learning the craft at his father’s loom. Of him tending the sheep who supplied the wool. Of his mother gathering plants to dye the wool. Of how, like Eddie, he could not interest any of his sons in weaving. 

There was an awkward silence and his eyes moistened. Clearing his throat, he stopped weaving and continued. 

“For you see now, we’re not just after weaving the cloth. No, we are weaving the land into it. The colours of the turf and moorland, the gorse, the hills and fields, the stones and sky. All of that, you see, is what we’re about doin’. We gather up the colours of the land and put them in the cloth. For you see, the land is who we are. This is who we are as a people. Nowadays the cloth is more and more made by big machines. The wool comin’ from Australia and the colours decided by someone in England. Nothing Irish about it at all anymore. Only a few of us left to be weavin’ of the land, and soon enough all of that will be lost.”

He cleared his throat and began weaving again as a small group of tourists made their way toward the loom. “Well now, you’re not likely wanting to hear more of that,” he said. Just as we were protesting that we did indeed want to hear more, a young girl in school uniform burst through the back door, dropped her book bag and climbed up into his lap. “Ah, now then this would be my granddaughter,” he said with a smile. And together they fell into the rhythm of the clacking loom.

We are woven. We are one.

 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.

Asha. The Earth.

June 28, 2021

 

The Seven Nations
Shoka/Stone
Kata/Fire
Loma/Water
Arrai/Air
Prana/Plants
Asharaji/Creatures
Asha/Earth

 

Wholeness of all Life.

Asha is the quality or energy binding all of the other Nations together to create wholeness, balance and the possibility for the diversity of all Life to exist. If there were no Shoka to stand on, there would be no place for Water to flow, or Prana to grow, or the Creatures to live. Seeing the vast diversity of life on Earth reminds us that we are truly interdependent and one. According to Mukanda Dawe, gravity is Earth Mother’s love holding us to her heart.

Asha invites us to consider our integration with all life and integration of the elements and aspects of our lives. Working with the energy of Asha brings wholeness and integration. In this, going back to Chief Sealth, we are reminded that humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.


To feel the strength and ancient beingness of the Earth,
the soil, and all Life changes you.
Mukanda Dawe


Beannacht,

Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.

Asharaji Stories

June 27, 2021

 

The Seven Nations
Shoka/Stone
Kata/Fire
Loma/Water
Arrai/Air
Prana/Plants
Asharaji/Creatures
Asha/Earth

 

Myths, legends, and stories of a mystical relationship with the Asharaji Nation are part of indigenous cultures and traditions around the world. Shapeshifting, animal spirit guides, and conversations with animals are especially common in Irish heritage. This first story was collected by Lady Augusta Gregory from one Mrs. Sheridan and recorded in her book, Visions And Beliefs In The West Of Ireland, 1920. Augusta was prominent among many antiquarians of her time in catching these stories as they were beginning to disappear from the Irish cultural landscape. It was a common belief that wise women, witches if you will, would shapeshift into hares.

 

The Red Hare
Irish

 

There are two women I knew, mother and daughter, and they died. And one day I was out by the wood, and I saw two hares sitting by the wall, and the minute I saw them I knew well who they were. And the mother made as thought she’d kill me, but the daughter stopped her. Bad they must have been to have been put into that shape, and indeed I know that they weren’t too good. I saw the mother another time come up near the door as if to see me, and when she got near, she turned herself into a red hare.

 

 

Ghost of White Deer
Chickasaw

Blue Jay was in love with the chief’s daughter, Bright Moon, and she with him. Although he was a brave young warrior, the chief did not like him and so asked a bride price he was sure Blue Jay would not be able to pay – the hide of a white deer. White deer, albino deer, were believed to hold magical powers and were very rare and hard to find. 

Blue Jay went to his beloved Bright Moon and told her, “I will return with your bride price in one moon, and we will be married. This I promise you.” He prayed and fasted for several days, then gathered his best bow and sharpest arrows and set out.

The days turned into weeks as Blue Jay searched all the lands where deer were known to live. Then, one night when the moon was full Blue Jay saw a white deer that seemed to drift though the moonlight. Blue Jay held his breath and when the deer came closer he shot with his sharpest arrow. The arrow sank deep into the deer’s heart but instead of falling, the deer began to run. It ran toward Blue Jay, it’s red eyes glowing, his horns sharp and menacing.

A month passed and Blue Jay did not return as he had promised Bright Moon. As the months dragged by, it became clear that Blue Jay would never return and the tribe encouraged Bright Moon to take another young man as a husband. 

But, Bright Moon never took another husband, her love for Blue Jay was too strong. And she had a secret. When the moon was shinning as brightly as her name, she would often see the white deer in the smoke of the campfire, running, with an arrow in his heart. She lived the rest of her life hoping the deer would finally fall, and Blue Jay would return to her.

To this day the white deer is sacred to the Chickasaw People, and white deerskin is the favorite material for a wedding dress.

 

Beannacht,
Judith – judith@stonefires.com

Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.