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Persephone's Day/Autumn Equinox 9/22/06
Greetings beautiful earthlings...
I send you my love on this magic day in the year ten-thousand and six of our Lady...
This is the women's holy day of Moonpaws... menopause... when the Goddess descends to meet the Crone in the Underworld. Persephone, the Dark Maiden, walks into the Mysteries. She is Maiden... but She is also Mother and Crone and all the aspects are each other. Her Croneself Hecate teaches Her about Immortality, Manifestation, and Healing. Once again. She will bide in the Spirit World through the winter, as seeds sleep beneath the earth, and will sprout green upwards again come Spring. Now she is Persephone...then she will be Kore. She is the cycling Goddess and the "fate of the grain."
Going within is an appropriate theme for this time. Like Birdalone, in my tarot deck, image of a cloaked woman going towards the moon. Like the woman whose children have grown and flown, so that she now has time for herself. Like the onset of moonpaws when a woman no longer has to mother as much as she used to, and she can take on the cloak of cronehood.
Like the separation between Demeter and Persephone, as Persephone grows up and away to become Herself.
"...Dark Goddess gonna set you free...."
How auspicious that Fall Equniox this year lands on the day of the Dark Moon! And not only that, there is also a solar eclipse happening! I woke this morning to a dark dawn, and the morning unfolded in a silver grey mist. A dark day indeed.
Let it be a good dark. The dark of warming in bed beneath sweet smelling sheets and blankets. The dark of a velvet night sky spangled with silver. The dark of a woman's dark eyes. The dark of the womb, the dark of the moon. "Endarkenment" my friend Sandra Pastorious coined.
There is magic here, in the glorious dark. I see us all together, circling in the Underworld.. in Faery. A circle of Crone Goddesses surrounds our circle. We pass the rattle and talk about what we are ready to harvest - or let go of - and what we are changing into. We rise in procession and each take a dip in Hecate's cauldron. We cast off what is finished into the pot...arise renewed. We walk together to the ancient Crossroads... where "three roads meet." And there we make our choices for the coming of winter.
Blessed Persephone Day to you all, dear ones.
Much love,
Shekhinah
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