Many Yule Blessings, dear Readers. Here is Elemental Magick's December (Yule) offering to you. This month they have many very wonderful stories, articles and recipes. Hope you enjoy them!
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At this time of year, the people at magazine wish you all out there only the best and their hopes for you and yours to have a very happy and blessed Yule Season.
Stop by the website below and click on the cover of the emagazine to read :) Inside the Yule issue is an ad for my paranormal, magic & realism book -
Severed Ties - a story of close friendships, addiction and magic.
With all the Love of the Season
Janie Bass, CC
Elemental Magick Distribution Coordinator
When 11/12/13 appears as a date, the heavens are REMINDING us of a day to take notice! It could mean anything; from a date that you meet your one true love to an encounter that could jumpstart your true destiny. Money, health, love and inner peace can all be achieved with the right combination of mindfulness and preparation, especially on a powerful day like NOVEMBER 12, 2013.
The power of 11/12/13 can make itself known to you very soon.
When one lives a life being mindful of the power of the Master Numbers, they live a life of BALANCE.
SEVERED TIES DEBUT AT CHAPTERS BOOK STORE
Many writers - including me - have the same dream with the book they wrote. They want the story published and on bookshelves.
I knew I made it as a writer when the reputable publisher Damnation Books signed me.
On 11/12/13 I accomplished what some would deem as a small miracle. My Teen, paranormal, magic and realism book Severed Ties, makes it print debut on the local interest section at Chapters Book Store. The store manager was happy to help give Severed Ties more exposure.
I gambled on myself. I did, and look what happened - I am now a
professional writer (Thanks Acquisitions Editor, Erin Lale and Editor, Barbara Legge) with a print book on the bookshelf at Chapters Book Store.
There is a thrill knowing someone will pick Severed Ties off the bookshelf and scan the back cover. If the story I wrote speaks directly to them they will read the book. As gratifying as this moment is there are struggles we all go through as writers to accomplish our dreams. Readers love to have a chance to meet and talk to their favorite Authors. I'm intimidated by the book signing process. Speaking in public is terrifying. Anything can come out of my mouth.
I am anxious that I'm not going to meet their expectations. I don't want to disappoint my readers giving the answers to their probing questions.
I am determined to keep things moving forward in my writing
career. It will take courage to step out of my comfort zone and make myself accessible. Somehow I will need to break out of solitary confinement and meet and talk to readers.
In the meantime, I am preparing two books At the Edge (There is support from the unseen to guide our lives on earth) and No Reins the extended edition (A heart-stopping story of attraction and self discovery) for publication from Eternal Press in Santa Rose CA. http://eternalpress.biz
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Author Caroline Myss says each of us has a sacred contract—a set of assignments our soul was meant to complete. Here, she shares a list of telltale signs that you are fulfilling your divine potential in life. Plus, watch as Oprah has an aha! moment during their conversation about being true to herself.
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The connections between women, Goddess, and nature have never been so lovingly described as in this luminous issue. We begin "Wheels with Wheels: 30 Years of Creating Women's Culture with the Motherpeace Tarot," an exclusive interview with co-creators Karen Vogel and Vicki Noble about the amazing process of bringing the first genuinely feminist Tarot deck into being. Next is a triplet of articles on the magic of spiders (both literal and metaphorical) including Ashling Kelly's "Spin Me a Yarn," Marilyn Steele's "Spider Woman Speaks," and tapestry weaver Savitri Bess's spiritual memoir "Glimpses of Maya, Weaver of Creation." You'll look differently at our own webs of connection when you are finished reading these heartfelt stories.
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by Lizann Bassham
edited and reprinted from her blog “Sacred Cells” at the SageWoman channel
on PaganSquare. A light rain falls in these California redwoods. I am walking back to my nest, the VW camper van that is my home for the next week at Witchcamp. It is dark: no Moon is visible, though Her fullness above the clouds makes Her presence felt, tugging on every cell of my body’s oceans. It is not a cold night, damp but surprisingly mild. I am alone in the sweet darkness, walking to the edge of camp after the opening ritual. I am still barefoot, shoes in hand, and, instead of taking the bridge, I wade into the creek. It flows around my ankles and halfway up my calves. It is also surprisingly warm and so I stop and turn off my flashlight and let my skin do what it does best: feel. There are no more shoes for me at Witchcamp, this is too powerful a place, too powerful an experience to miss anything through the soles of my soul.
The next day someone asks, “Don’t those rocks at the stream’s edge hurt to walk on?” I reply, “I go barefoot a lot. I have Hobbit feet.” But the truth is
that if I walked on those rocks the way I do in shoes, it would hurt. The
faster pace and heavier trod would bruise me. Yet, because I am barefoot, I
walk slower, lighter, with greater intention. And, because I am barefoot, I
don’t have to avoid the mud puddles in those ﬁrst few days of camp before the sun ﬁnally dries out the ground mid-week. I can, with glee and full abandon, splash right in and feel the mud squish between my toes.
As the week progresses we dive into the myth of the Sumerian goddess
Inanna. Together we descend into the underworld realm of her sister, the
goddess Ereskigal. I walk Her descent barefoot. In the story, Ereskigal strips
her sister of something at each of the seven gates to the underworld until
Inanna ﬁnally arrives naked. As we wade deeply in the story, I too relive a
time thirteen years ago when my life was stripped away. The memory is vivid as if it were seeping up from the forest floor through the cells of my soles.
In the myth, motive is unclear, but there is a breach in the sisters’
relationship and Ereskigal casts upon Inanna the eye of death and hangs Her
exposed and lifeless. I remember my own experience of leaving a very successful work position in 2000, thinking I was going to move into a PhD program, one that didn’t materialize. Like Innana, my work, my identity, and my sense of carefully constructed ego, were stripped away. I had to ﬁnally face a pattern of depression and relationship choices that had been shadowing me since college. In the story, Inanna hangs there for three days. I hung in the depression long enough for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark - long enough to realize hanging in the dark can actually be a relief, a repose, a rest, and a place where nothing is required of us. I hung in the dark long enough to realize that the dark is no scarier than what’s up there in the light.
In the myth, Inanna has allies and help, as did I. The god Enki sends flies to the underworld to empathize with Ereskigal who is in constant labor giving birth to the dead. Ereskigal, moved by their empathy, wants to gift them. They ask for Innana’s corpse and reanimate Her with the water of life and the food of life. At the next evening’s ritual, still barefoot, I remember, like Inanna, my own reanimation back to life and the sacred circles of folk who brought me aid, support, and tenderness.
The ascent was in some ways harder than the descent for both Inanna and
myself. Slowly and painfully, I transitioned from one kind of life to another,
one kind of way of being in the world into another, and re-emerged into the
upper world of light, changed forever. Now, I love my current life, and found
myself ﬁlled with love and thanksgiving to Ereskigal for the painful and
cathartic process. Working this myth at camp, I re-emerge barefoot, with
gratitude for the life flowing up through my soles into my soul.
My story is common. Most of us ﬁnd resonance in these ancient myths because to walk the Earth is to love and struggle, to lose and ﬁnd, and to discover our own true power often after being stripped of, or letting go of, something or someone. The pantheons of deities continue to infuse our very cells with the wisdom of these stories, spiral turn after spiral turn, as we walk barefoot through time.
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Lizann Bassham is both an active Reclaiming Witch and an Ordained Christian Minister. She is the founder and director of Front Porch Spirit, a collective of writers, musicians, artists, and performers. She is a retreat and workshop facilitator, author,
playwright, songwriter and musician, and currently working on a poetry series and women’s journal entitled “In Praise of Aging.” She lives in West Sonoma County in Northern California.
In the beginning by the light of the Full Moon Frankie connects with Candice's energy through dream time and witnesses her involvement in a terrifying act of violence. After receiving information from Sandra that their childhood friend is missing they pack their bags and then head to the inner city to find her.
Frankie, afraid for her own safety has a chance encounter with a local named Calvin who is plugged into what's happening. Using his workable ideas as well as Frankie and Sandra consulting tarot, ordinary playing cards, astrology, and spell-casting, they set forth to free Candice from the dangerous situation she is in. http://Damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615728206
Pan, a God of fertility, was a follower of Dionysus who revel in mischief. He was a lord belonging to the Satyr, a tribe of creatures inhabiting the forest and mountains. In mostmyths Pan is portrayed as a merry man who was famous for the deals involving amorous affairs. He enticed other female satyrs as well as young nymphs to release their inhibitions for ecstasy which would be fleeting. Pan, at a young age, experienced rejection from his mother, the woman who was to love him unconditionally. Because of the parting he carried hidden resentment toward females. He treated each as objects for his lustful affections and no more.
When Pan was born his mother could not bear the sight of the child. In her arms she held to her a deformed baby. His head and torso were human with a slight slant upward in his eyes. Sharp pointed ears grew outward through strands of dark curly hair. Horns designed in the shape of a mountain goat grew from his head. To his mother's disgust, her son's legs were as hairy as a wild boar and feet matching the blue print of a horse. She declared the boy appalling and in the dead of night she deserted Pan deep in the heart of the woods.
The deciding vote of the Goddess and God themselves spared his life. While growing he roamed finding the perfect environment designed for him to prosper. He took advantage of all the world had to offer with sheer abandonment. In Arcadia amongst the Grecian hills Pan sat high in the shady cypress tree as a watchman that spent his days and nights guarding lonely shepherds and their lambs.
During the festival celebrations he charmed with boyish enthusiasm seducing and bedding maiden satyrs and young nymphs. Pan left behind many broken hearts. He abandoned all his conquests with an empty memory and single mothers to raise his unwanted children. He had a reputation for rushing into the lives of several demure nymphs who guarded the woods, flowers, trees and water. In each situation Pan brought newness, an enthusiastic urgency to declare the union in oneness.
The mountain nymph Sytrinx attracted Pan with her innocence, her shy and
demure nature. While in hot pursuit the young nymph swiftly flew around the
trees and bushes. She darted over the jagged rocks gliding down the riverbank till she disappeared forming herself into one of the tall swaying reeds. Pan searched then became bored. He cut several of the hollow stems in different lengths and then bound them together with twine. A sweet sound was released as he blew air above the open holes. Some say the song was a tenser as the nymph herself.
A Musical INSTRUMENT
by Elizabeth Barrette Browning
What was he doing, the great god, Pan
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and cattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god, Pan.
From the deep cool bed of the river.
The limpid water turbidy ran,
And the broken Lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sat the great god, Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of loaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.
He cut it short, did the great god, Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
"The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed."
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the
Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river;
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revised, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream by the river.
Yet half a beast is the great god, Pan.
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of man:
The true gods sign for the cost of pain-
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a red with the reeds in
The late Paul Bura poet reads A musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett