DA VINCI CODE contends that the "Apostle" to the right of Jesus in Leonardo Da Vinci's painting of The Last Supper is really Mary Magdalene. They were a couple and had a baby, Sarah, who had four sons. The truth is that Jesus was the first man to come out of the closet and Mary Magdalene really didn't know how to deal with it.

In subsequent, years, decades and centuries the men of the Catholic Church instituted a war against the female sex and held inquisitions throughout Europe to expunge female power. In current times, the homosexual activities of Catholic priests and bishops and archbishops has come to fore to testify to this fact. The men of the Church wanted to practice medicine and they had to do away with women who were wise in the natural art of healing. So, they were called witches and hunted down and burned at the stake.

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GRATEFUL GODDESS

Awakening the Goddess

The murder of nine million women during the Inquisition intrigued me even before I knew the number of women burned. Woman has been resigned to her place as a second class homo sapiens, since the Ice Age that began, 27,000 years ago. Women's relegation to home work, while men pursued venison was a turnabout from the adventurous lives of women who hunted, gathered and brought home the herbal "bacon". Women's hunt was of the fruits of the land. But when ice covered the planet, growth ceased and women became the borders of caves with fire and furs as their luxuries.

During the course of people trying to survive, women forgot the powerful creatures they used to be. Three-dimensional life eradicated the memory of the experiment Spirits engaged in to bring upliftment of life and consciousness to Planet Earth. Lightworkers, Starseeds, Ascended Masters and Angels have worked for centuries to keep the idea of Divinity present in the minds and hearts of women, while men continue to build up cities and destroy the habitat of Earth's creatures.

Women were Goddesses long before the cities came, long before the banks came, before the wars came. Peace, care, nurturing and love were the rewards of being around women. That time is returning. Men tire from destruction. They yearn for the warmth of woman's breast, for her rationale for getting what you need when you need it. Their egos are retreating from the need to control her and she needs to be prepared to take the lead. Get THE FACTS

Halloween Witch
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Each year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch.

Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth beneath her deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs. Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree, I believe this to be how Witches were really seen.

Consider that most Witches were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented by light of day as a confessed Witch. Few if any saw a frightened normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to anything suggested to her and to give names or what ever would stop the questions.

Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed Witch. As the Witch was paraded through town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body, the
jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of torture. The face bruised and broken by countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched the wagon for support, fractured fingers with nails torn away locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity gone this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.

I revere this Halloween Crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of man. Each year I shed tears of respect when the mundane exhibit their symbol of Christian love.

Honoring and celebrating the sacred roots and traditions related to Halloween and Samhain

The Charge of the Goddess

"Hear my words, and know me. I shall be called by many names, in many tongues; past ancient days, beyond this moment, and through the end of time -- at once Artemis, Diana, Ishtar, Aphrodite, Venus, the Morrigan, and Queen of the Witches. I am the Great Goddess, Mother of All.

Whenever you have need of my aid; once a month and best when the moon is full; and eight times more in the year, shall you assemble in some secret place, to call me and to honor my spirit. Know that my truths and my love shall make you free, for no man can enslave you, or prevent your worship of me in your mind and in your heart. Listen well when you come into my presence, and I shall teach you of deep mysteries, ancient and powerful; the rhythms of the planets and the seasons, the circle of life and death and life renewed. That which is unknown shall be known, and that which is hidden shall be revealed; even the secluded soul shall be pierced with my light. Yet I require no sacrifice or pain of your bodies, for I am the Mother of all living things, and my only law is Love Unto All.

I am the beauty of the green earth, the white moon that sails among the stars, the mystery of the flowing waters, and the desire of the heart of man. From me all things are born, and to me all things in their season return. Let my joyous worship be in your hearts; dance, sing, and feast in my name, for 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, for these are the gifts which I offer to all my children.

And you who seek to know me, know that your 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 without.

Hear my words, and know me truly; Lady of moonlight and magick; Maiden, Mother and Crone. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I will welcome you into my arms once more at the end of your earthly existence."

Adapted from "Moon Magic" by D. J. Conway; "To Ride a Silver Broomstick"

by Silver Raven Wolf; and "Casting the Circle" by Diane Stein.

May the deep wisdom traditions of the ancient ones who loved and listened to the earth and who cherished and honored Life-Spirit-Mystery flourish in our lives and world.

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