I am not from some far off star and wanting to go home. Im not protected by some angel of the Christian tradition, some fairy from the forest, some God or Goddess from any of the world traditions. I´m not some mystical animal or protected by one, My soul is not that of some Prairie Indian, or some Shaman from some far off rainforest I am from here, this earth and its where I want to be. But I embrace the heart and centre of all the old and new beliefs. It is within me, and through me that I meet The Divine in the bottom of a coffee cup, in emptying the bin, in washing up, in vacuum cleaning the floor... in chopping wood and fetching water. This is my Heaven and here is my Hell and whichever I believe in in this moment is my truth. My incense is the breeze stroking my skin carrying the smell of cowshit from the fields My light is the morning sun streaming through the door and reflected from some car door My breathless celebration in seeing the light from far off stars. and when I have to run for the bus. My Temple - the sanctity of this moment in all its perfection My Sacred Scripture - wherever a word of truth is written. My Priest and Priestess - anyone that has the presence to reflect me back at myself in the moment as I am happening I am here and this is where I want to be as this is where I am.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 06:14:21 +0000
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