Journal Entry: 22 December 2017

decorative imageI didn’t have a big wicca-based ceremony for Yule yesterday but I did thank the trees, particularly in the grove in the park we frequent. Just their proximity to each other made me think of a coven and so I thanked the trees, the animals, the beings living among the trees, and the spirits unseen. It was a nice sunny day and I was cognizant of the long shadows as the Earth was at the peak of her tilt away from the sun.

Then I went home and lit the memory candle for those who are no longer with us in physical form. I made some homemade bread which we had with spaghetti and meatless meatballs for dinner. It was nice to sit with C and think about Solstice. We also drank a toast to the Yule. So while we didn’t do any big rituals, we did remember to honor the spirit of the day and to have gratitude for all those beings around us.

This leads to a thought I had which is sort of a mixture of Buddhist and Spirit-Age thought. Buddhists believe that we immediately return to the Wheel of Existence unless we are aware enough, and have meditated enough, that we can control our incarnations. So, if we immediately go back on the Wheel and if we look at the writings of Spiritualists who say that we as souls might stick around as helping spirits, we may see there is a dichotomy in thinking – Buddhists would say under most circumstances we reincarnate without any time as helpful spirit beings, while the Spiritualists say we have more control than this – more free will in the nonphysical world.

Why can’t both be true IF we consider the idea of multiple dimensions?

If we exist in multiple dimensions, we can and/or will incarnate immediately AND we will stick around because all possibilities are possible and probable.

So right now, I am dying as an old person in some dimension, I am being born in another dimension. Perhaps I am giving birth to myself in yet another dimension. Why not? We have analogies for this even in our time-bound dimension – we change to be a “new” person as we grow, as we breathe even! We are born anew in each moment. An in-breath changes me from who I was on my last out-breath. Cells within me die, others are created in flashes of instants. On another scale, we advance spiritually – we grow in spirit – and each new incarnation is a new, more mature spirit form. And in becoming, do we not birth ourselves?

Some bumper sticker thoughts:
Choose love over fear
The opposite of love is not hate but fear (the Dalai Lama?)
You have free will – choose love over fear

Happy Winter Solstice to all. The light returns to warm us once again!

Blessings, S

One Tree One Forest

PS – I’ve decided to stop reading the P’s book. It could very well be that the editor just did a sloppy job putting the book together, but there are inconsistencies that really throw me off. Plus, I scanned some other pages and they talk a lot about hetero sex, which I am definitely not into in the slightest. Time to let the book go. I’ll put it in some book sale and maybe someone else will get some ideas from it. Hopefully, good ideas.

Journal Entry: 8 December 2017

Mythos -> Myos -> Truth. That’s the original meaning of myth. So here we are part of a great myth that extends eons. On other worlds, or perhaps on this one, they will look at our times to see what part we played in the story, the legend, the myth (ok, I took that last bit from Lord of the Rings).

Note: What followed was another draft of the story I would share at Winter Solstice.

Journal Entry: 6 December 2017

Worries still here! But I don’t have to make them into a storm. 🙂

Love finds a way, love always finds a way.

We have a Winter Solstice celebration coming up and our theme is imagining a future. So I needed to think of a story to tell to go with the theme. What came to mind is the story of Ragnarok. I don’t have all the details yet but basically I think of it as a story of the end of one world and the beginning of something new.

In Norse mythology, Ragnarok was to be the end of the world for the Norse gods and goddesses. But what they failed to think through was that the war at the end of the world was faced before – by the giants, who ruled a world before the gods (who were born of the giants). In this war, the gods are pretty much killed off but the goddesses survive. It is not their war. They stay out of it.

Perhaps they opposed them going to war, or whatever the case, the goddesses survived to make a new world because they had something else in mind. Maybe what they decided to do was take their time, figure out how to make things more equal, how everyone could participate, how everyone could be part of the work.

Then they waited. They waited til the time was right. Time to plant the seed in the morals, to seed what would be a better life. They waited because they needed time to consult with the animals, the plants, the trees, the rivers and oceans. They had to get the faerie folk to trust them again. The sprites, the elves, all of the other “-doms” (like kingdoms only less gender-specific). They knew the animals learned the things the humans needed to know a long time ago, so they had to plant the seeds in mortal thought so mortals would listen.

Thus, the seed of the story that I wrote for Winter Solstice. Read the final version.