Attitudes for the New Year…….Desiderata: a new version by Billy

Posted on Tuesday 26 December 2006

 

 

 

Sphinx by Chris

Pay heed to freedom, for it is the privilege
and prerogative of every human being and all other life forms.
Pay heed to love, for it is the essence of Creation,
of human beings and of life.
Pay heed to peace, for it is the assurance
of all positive development and unrestricted evolution.
Pay heed to harmony, for therein lies the
equilibrium of every thought, feeling, deed
and everything else. (Continue reading…)

Anyaa McAndrew @ 2:10 pm
Filed under: Prayers & Poetry

The Still Point by T.S. Elliot

Posted on Monday 6 November 2006

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance,
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving.

Mums

Note: According to The Pleiadians, we are moving into a time where we are living the equivalent of 100,000 years per year! That’s 275 years a day! Soooo, as The Hopis say “When the world speeds up, slow down!”

Yesterday I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant

Posted on Wednesday 19 July 2006

Dear Readers,
After a day of recieving the news of the world…natural distasters, political upheavels, corporate schemes to disempower and victimize, I also recieved this sweet piece from a priestess sister. Hmmm…very fitting indeed! When was your last “good cry”?

Blessings,

Anyaa

Emergence Graphic


 

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all over

the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of

soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

 

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

 

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired,

or too mad to cry.

 

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and

disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me

the same things I had already done to myself.

 

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that

had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

 

I cried because there really does

come a time when the only thing left

for you to do is cry.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get

left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

 

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn’t know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there

for me so badly until I ached.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there,

the hurt wakes you up.

 

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

 

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

 

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

 

It felt so very, very bad.

 

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

 

(from her book Yesterday I Cried: Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)

 

Anyaa McAndrew @ 11:41 am
Filed under: Of Interest to Women andPrayers & Poetry

“Charge of the Goddess”

Posted on Thursday 1 December 2005

I who am the beauty of the green earth
and the White Moon on the mysteries of the waters,
I call upon your soul to arise and come unto Me,
For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe,
From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return.
Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices,
For behold all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals,
Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion,
Honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.
And you who seek to know Me,
Know that the seeking and yearning will avail you not,
Unless you know the Mystery:
For if that which you seek,You find not within yourself,
You will never find it with out.
For behold,
I have been with you from the beginning,
And I am that which is attained at the end of desire.

Doreen Valiente, “Earth Prayers”

See “The Priestess Process” and “Events” for a unique spiritual and personal empowerment path for women.

Anyaa McAndrew @ 5:18 pm
Filed under: Prayers & Poetry

The Lord’s Prayer: The Original!

Posted on Thursday 1 December 2005

A Translation of “Our Father” directly from the Aramaic into English (rather than from Aramaic to Greek to Latin to English) provided by: The Women’s Spiritual Network

O cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration!

Soften the ground of our being and carve out a space within us
where your Presence abides.

Fill us with your creativity

and empower us to bear the fruit of your mission.

Each of our actions bears fruit in accordance with our desire.

Endow us with the wisdom to produce and share
what each being needs to grow and flourish.

Untie the tangled threads of destiny that bind us,
as we release others from the entanglement of past mistakes.

Do not let us be seduced by that which would divert us from our true

purpose, rather illuminate the opportunities of the present moment.

For you are the ground and the fruitful vision, the birth-power and

fulfillment, as all is gathered and made whole once again.

Goddess make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow your love. Where there is injury, let me bring the concept of self-forgiveness. Where there is blame, let me bring the insights of self-responsibility. And where there is darkness, let me bring the knowledge of eternal light.

See “The Priestess Process” to learn more about a unique spiritual and personal empowerment path for women. See “Events” for upcoming circles or contact Anyaa@goddessontheloose.com to schedule an Introductory Weekend in your area.

Anyaa McAndrew @ 4:02 pm
Filed under: Prayers & Poetry