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Below, on video... thought i'd share my rendition of one beautiful traditional hymn i learned a while back... the "holy mother's protecting chain" - a shaker hymn... when i sing this hymn, it places me immediately within alignment with "the all that is" around me, within me, above me and below me... i feel our blessed earth mother singing through me who yearns to connect with all of us through her all beauty, music and art... i welcome your comments of how these words (lyrics) of beauty may speak to you...
i do hope you enjoy the music and the images of the beautiful roses - one being red which represents our blessed earth mother, pachamama and one white - representing our blessed apu mountain spirits...
Also, below if you wish to sing along... i've included the words/lyrics which also include some of the language of the spirits... mystery vowels which dwell from spirit sourcing from a very long time ago... i invite you to learn and share this song if you wish........ for i believe this song is a gift from our mother for all...
holy mother's protecting chain - a shaker hymn...
with my blessing i have blessed you oh my children! with my comfort i have comforted you yah... with my love i have loved you
*the refrain is in the language of the spirits...
refrain... vo o' vo nee o har ka e 'on a se'
with my power i've inspired you oh my children! with my glory i have glorified you yay, from my store i have nourished you
refrain...
by my wisdom i have guided you oh my children! with my beauty i have beautified you yay, with my grace i have clothed you
refrain...
• this song is available on weaver's demo/sample CD titled, for all of you my beautiful ayllu* at cdbaby... click here to visit...
blessings with much light to you all... with light and love, weaver (((o)))
*ayllu is a quechua word loosely meaning "community"... in the andes, the fundamental social unit was the "ayllu" a kinship group with a common ancestor... or... a sense of community that encompasses every being in a village, including hills, rivers, animals and plants, each of which is endowed with a spirit.
It’s been an interesting number of weeks coming up to this time of Samhain this year… it seems every few weeks, i learn of someone i know dear who has suddenly died... from either a heart attack... suicide and cancer... young lives suddenly gone in an instant waaay too early... it just doesn't make sense....
It's been such a shock so many times over... and feeling so sad for the loss... and has certainly awoken many thoughts on what the "priorities" are in my life and what is truly important... those i love and cherish... family and friends...
Today, Friday, November 5th is also a new moon (in Scorpio) and we’re gathering to be in sacred circle to acknowledge and honour this special time of the year and to drum together…
Samhain (pronounced sow-wen) means “end” within the Celtic earth-based Wiccan shamanic traditions… Samhain marks the symbolic death of the Sun God and his passing into the "land of the young," where he awaits rebirth of the Mother Goddess at Yule.
In this cycle of the year it is the end of summer, the end of harvest-time and the beginnings of winter – the death and falling way of the old past year… a time of the great mother, our blessed earth mother begins her rest to go to sleep for the winter to regenerate to begin again in the spring…
When growing up on our family farm, i loved the musty smells of decaying burning leaves from the many burning bonfires scattered throughout our community…
It was the time of year was when the cows came in from the summer pastures… and our big ol’ barn was stuffed full of hay and straw… and the two towering silos seeped at their seams with their fermenting stink of silage… the machinery was maintained and put away… my mom putting up endless jars of canned perserves and squirrling them away in the basement cupboards... it was the completion of the harvest and the rains came…
i miss the smells of those times living in the city now...
Samhain is also the time of the “old white-haired crone”… the “wise ones”… the “elders”… “grandmother white wolf” and the “crystal teachers”… guardians who graciously open the gateway for our dear beloved ones who have passed to the enter the place of the “Summerlands” – a place to await to be reborn and live again…
The lunar new moon cycle is a magical time of new beginnings – an opportunity to recharge one’s goals that have already been set or create new ones. It’s a good time to also reflect on the last year… an opportunity to let go of that which no longer serves you or works… to release old habits or addictions…
It’s interesting re the “goal-thing” and the timing of this season…. as i’ve been building a new business and a big part of learning the new tools of this business is the importance of setting goals and intention of what i’d like to see happen in all areas of my life including this new business.
I’ve realized that i have never spent a lot of time actually writing down many of my goals in the past – it seems, most of my life, i’ve pretty much bumbled along juggling my many interests and passions mindlessly hoping for the best… and so, this exercise has been a good one for me and a new learning – it’s a time to really look at what and where i’d like to be and mindfully create that…
As we enter this season of darkness i invite you to write down all that you want or don’t want and all that you’d like to let go… shake the crumbs and dust from your pockets… then, gather it all up and take it to the sacred fire and burn it away - to become light… and, as it burns, let the flames inform you and teach you and warm you… and then, be open to receive the gift of the light returning transformed filling you back up to embrace your vision and your own dreamings… your own goals for the coming new year…
Samhain is a time when the "veils between the worlds" are the thinnest… where we can connect with our dear ones who have passed – to honour them and bid them farewell on their journeys to the light…
We also welcome all the newly born and celebrate their arrival blessing us with their bright light!
This night of the lunar Samhain… in sacred circle through the sacred drum’s ever-present open heart with prayers, we will honour our elders, our ancestors and our dear, dear friends and kin who have recently passed... setting chairs for them to be with us one more time... sending them our love and remembrance…
For… dear Skye MacDougall…
For dear Nancy Eagles (Patchouli)…
For dear Brent Astle...
For dear Anne Russell…
For dear Shelley Cromie...
For all our beloved ancestors... our dearly beloved… we will sooo miss you and wish you well on your journey home… and we honour you!
Blessed be… Hi-yi-yah! - We hear your voice!
What is remembered lives!
(((o)))
Song of Samhain
I am the hallow-tide of all souls passing...
I am the bright releaser of all pain...
I am the quickener of of the fallen seed-case...
I am the glance of the winter twilight....
I am the hearth-fire and the welcome bread...
I am the curtained awning of the pillow...
I am the unending wisdom's golden thread. —Caitlin Matthews
(((o)))
...above, a video of ms. murphy and the crows in our backyard this Fall.......
a friend of mine came to tell me one day how she had met someone in a neat kind of way so she told me that you had a way with a song and that i'd probably feel in a way that i'd... belong...
so it came to be another fine day how i came to meet you in another kind of way i thought to myself how i felt... good with your song it was so good to know and feel... that i... belonged...
... i'll never understand to this day why when i heard you sing your soul how i came to fly
...away some where lost in a sigh beyond myself... way down... inside...
and that presence is still with you here today and it's there with you now in a warm kind of way i can feel it now as i sing my own song i can feel your soul right now it's there to... be...
... i'll never understand to this day why when i heard you sing your soul i came to fly
...away some where lost in a sigh beyond myself... way down...
...away some where lost in a sigh beyond myself... way down...
crystals carried... mindfully left behind with ceke-lined mountain spirit... rumbles of deep sounds from within the mother... lying on my back letting go... letting go.... it's okay... just let go... spirals of feathered wands and stones... drumming my center out and in again 'round and 'round we go... and again and again... purple-flamed fires there... reflect our beautiful ayllu... standing up... standing ready... within all their glory... power full eyes shining bright... faces so star-aware... reclaiming who we truly are.... mother earth, her children remembering... we love.
within revered circle… a gift that was given to someone else or what seemed to be intended as a gift for someone else was instead…
given to me…
at these blessed gatherings, gifts are often given to the teacher or shaman as a token of appreciation and gratitude for the learnings and gifts that have been received…
this gift to me from the place of the three rivers was promptly bestowed into my two exposed ready hands… and weight at once summons up the blessed earth mother… grounding me deep…
was a smooth, oval stone…
direct recognition of maybe.. just maybe i’ve known you before?…
i do belive so as…
a rising and falling devoted force transports me to places not yet known or maybe i’ve let go… without being seen…
Shashen!… could that be you? are you calling out to me… yet again…?
i bid to journey downward to the mother’s core to at last meet you face to face at your crystal-domed gate to accept… to comprehend our enduring discourse… at last… hand-to-hand…
the time is undoubtedly now…
as i look within you… silver stone… who is filled with the thousands of stars… you shine me… as i fall into your cosmos of unending unendings…
it has been revealed to me
that there is a being
who resides in the lower world...
in a darkly cave...
abundantly covered
with thousands of
shiny crystals of light...
his or her name
i believe...
is shashen....
an androgynous being
neither male or female...
maybe both...
shashen
is a gatekeeper...
the transmitter
of the frequency
of the earth's pulse...
to the middle world...
shashen transmits
this 'pulse'
through his or her
own heart...
shashen has
to listen very carefully
and in a new way
to accomplish
this...
we all come from the stars....
Samhain (pronounced sow-wen) means “end” within the Celtic earth-based Wiccan shamanic traditions… Samhain marks the symbolic death of the Sun God and his passing into the "land of the young," where he awaits rebirth of the Mother Goddess at Yule.
In this cycle of the year it is the end of summer, the end of harvest-time and the beginnings of winter – the death and falling way of the old past year… a time of the great mother, our blessed earth mother begins her rest to go to sleep for the winter to regenerate to begin again in the spring…
It’s interesting re the “goal-thing” and the timing of this season…. as i’ve been building a new business and a big part of learning the new tools of this business is the importance of setting goals and intention of what i’d like to see happen in all areas of my life including this new business.
As we enter this season of darkness i invite you to write down all that you want or don’t want and all that you’d like to let go… shake the crumbs and dust from your pockets… then, gather it all up and take it to the sacred fire and burn it away - to become light… and, as it burns, let the flames inform you and teach you and warm you… and then, be open to receive the gift of the light returning transformed filling you back up to embrace your vision and your own dreamings… your own goals for the coming new year…
Samhain is a time when the "veils between the worlds" are the thinnest… where we can connect with our dear ones who have passed – to honour them and bid them farewell on their journeys to the light…
