Saturday, May 2, 2015


Was talking to a friend the other day about the freedom and joy that comes along- or did for us, anyhow- in our forties.  Why does it take almost 4 decades of life to iron out all the crap from childhood? (That's to ponder, not to necessarily try to answer in a blog post- even one of my exhausting doctoral thesis length rants.)

If the 40's were fierce and free, then the 50's look like they will be about focus.  There is so much information available all the time! Bombarded.  The amount of information available, and the speed that it travels, has increased logarithmically, astronomically, in the last 15 years.  This is a New Age, for sure.  The Age of Electronic Fire, of the new wheel- the whirring processor and invisible wings of the internet, and all technology.


Each has his/her individual plots to cultivate, and crops to grow.  This year's Bealtaine feels very male and war-like.  It's on Cinco de Mayo- a military holiday- and on a Tuesday. Venus has been beaming like a spaceship for the last few weeks.  She's the nice Lady who tries to calm things down before they escalate.  I hope her influence will keep the hotheads cool. And we do have this lovely Spring weather here in St. Louis.  It's been gorgeous. That should help, too.

Tonight (Saturday the 2nd) and tomorrow night are the best nights for moon magick, broomsticks, and Mercury "Retrograde" preparation.

I hope on Tuesday night at sunset you will take a moment to open your heart to the new spirits that are being born, and coming into the world- leaf and shoot, and babies and foals, and new dreams and new ways of doing things.  It's a good night for lovemaking and fertility rituals of all kinds. 

If you are a warrior, or a peacemaker going among the warriors, make yourself a shield of light.  If you are the "Devil's Advocate" and/or a Destroyer of the decaying and useless, sharpen your sword.  If you are a Tempter, Tester- the one that finds the strengths and the weaknesses in yourself or others- better have both.

This Bealtaine is red like a burning sun, like an hot ember.  It has power.  How will this power be used?



How to calculate Samhain and Bealtaine:

Mother's Day is the modern Bealtaine celebration:

PS- got a bunch of troll hits about a week ago to my second to last post - God Is In The Rain- about the trolls. I was scrolling all the comments about how crazy I am on their site, usual blathering, never anything new.  But the one thing that always gets me, the ubiquitous "If she was psychic why didn't she know?"  When said by a friend or acquaintance in jest it is still tiresome but it generally makes me smile.  Right?  Why not indeed?  But when it comes from the trolls and troglodytes it always really hits me how unaware and exterior their lives are.  No wonder they don't have anything better to do than troll. (Which is also why I just don't have time to even have an emotional response to them, outside of curiosity). 

Being psychic is not being omniscient or omnipotent.  It is expanded awareness and receiving information that others do not, or in ways that others do not.  That does not mean access to all knowledge at all times.  Especially knowledge of future events. The future is not set or certain.  Predictions are just that- predictions.  Today's glance at the troll page (actually from December, for some reason it was active a few weeks ago and I had 140 hits from it- no clue why) was actually a nice reminder that if I didn't have that knowledge or ability- psychic, magickal, etc- I might live in a world as bleak as those folks.

(The link was too long and weird to post- it was on qaster and posted from a bunch a twitter convos about me and my blog.  I think qaster is one of those spam/phishing sites...  The trolls have increased my page hits times 7.  Their tiny, narrow, little minds seem eager to learn more about me.)

It was timely and appropriate reminder for me, for this Bealtaine.  Things are changing and the trolls are exploding from their own internal combustion.  With Focus on my side I can just shut them out and deal with what is real and meaningful for me.  Peace out.

1 comment:

  1. people that are batshit, just can't seem to help themselves