Posts Tagged ‘Goddess’

The Third Annual Grow Your Own Food Summit

I don’t have any affiliation with this Summit, but it’s always a good one: the Third Annual Grow Your Own Food Summit. This year focuses on growing food in your own yard with as little effort as possible, as well as getting your kids involved in growing. More details and free signup here.

For anyone who wonders what growing your own food has to do with Medical Intuition and the other “more spiritual services” I offer: plenty! It gives you the freshest produce, control over what goes into your body, beauty, and the chance to connect with and observe Nature in ways most people forget to do in our busy lives.

Hundreds of years ago, the Goddess of Sovereignty and the Goddess of the Land were one and the same. Kings received their right to rule based on how well they honored the Land. The story of the Fisher King and the Wasteland springs from this ancient myth. How different would our world look today if those in power needed to prove themselves to the Land? How different would our world be if each of us reclaimed a little echo of Sovereignty — of our right to connect with Nature, our bodies and local, organic food?

The Grow Your Own Food Summit offers steps in that direction. If you have time, I hope you check out some of the free programs.

Portals, Numbers and Falling Doors

I’m not entirely sure what to make of today’s post, but third time’s the charm, so I decided to share some of the strange goings on with portals, energies and falling doors at Faery Hof. The synchronicities have been over the top, as have the recent collective energies, which we are all processing in our own ways. I know David and I are in a period of major shift as we wind up our time in Goshen, and I know these painted portal doors are powerful. They always work, often very fast, and are coded for specific results as well as the highest good of all involved, not just human-centric.

Each door contains a personal prayer, as well as a collective offering. I’ve had some of them for nearly seven years, but I painted most in 2010, during my nine months in my ninth floor tower apartment two blocks from Lake Michigan in Hyde Park, Chicago after my divorce and subsequent return to the Midwest following a nine year stint moving around the most beautiful locations of the Pacific Northwest, Southwest, and Northern and Central California. Yes, lots of nines! Landing in that apartment was its own layered and seemingly destined event. If interested, you can read about my Chicago Moving Story and the Mother Lode of Doors here, but it’s enough to know about the nines and that the apartment I was directly led to by dreams, intuitive instructions and synchronicity just happened to be right under an attic full of doors that had been waiting there for five years per the new building owners’ instructions that their purpose would someday reveal itself.

I recently mentioned how I’m in a nine year on multiple levels of my astrological chart, nine being the number of the Hermit. Nine also features prominently in our address, but I won’t post those details here. In addition to the Hermit, nine is associated with Odin’s nine nights on the tree, as described in Odin’s Rune Song, which details how he hung on “the windswept tree” for “nine full nights,” sacrificing himself to himself until he noticed the Runes scattered below him. From his fasting, solitude and upside down perspective, he suddenly made sense of the Runes, spontaneously understanding them and claiming their wisdom and powerful energy as his own.

Anyway, there’s some background on the doors. They’re powerful, intriguing to visitors and blog readers, and they’ve done their job, usually with powerful synchronicities and changes. Until recently, though, they’ve existed in the background. They haven’t moved of their own accord, and I always considered them symbolic doors, painted spells, and/or energy portals to preferred realities. I don’t know if it’s the potent energies of 2016, the increased energies emanating from my garden, or an amplification of major inner transformation literally moving solid reality, but recently, these doors have begun to move.

On April 19, 2016, in a post called “Sync Winks and Faery Portals,” I shared a bizarre (even for me) experience with Door Number 17 ~ Elen of the Ways. The post itself contains an intertwined series of synchronicities and a strange “fall” down our steps in the wee hours of the morning. It’s long and involved, but to summarize briefly, instead of falling straight down the steps, I somehow pivoted in midair and literally flew into the door to left below:

Faery Door 444.jpg

The door you see to the right is the one in front of our steps. In order to “fly” into the white door — designed as a portal into Faerie, as well as a prayer for “sustainable sovereignty” in our world –I was somehow carried and turned so that I landed by body slamming the door almost as though walking through the doorway, but it was solid. Miraculously, I received no injuries.

I had just been wondering, “Where will we move when we’re finally done our time in Goshen?” I know I’ve got a contract with this land, and David and I had earlier been discussing how I might as well just continue to dive into the gardens here until I’ve completed the transformation. I had forgotten a message from 2014 that I am opening a faery portal here with all the land healing, flowers, trees and sacred work I do on these two yards. Around the same time, I received a vision of David and me as very, very old people, sitting happily by a fire in what feels like Ireland but might be the actual faery realm. This has remained a steady vision of mine for years now, popping up when least expected, but I wasn’t thinking about it at all [that night].

Anyway, after asking that question, I floated/body slammed into a faery door with the address at the top of 444.

I eventually went back to bed, tossing and turning for awhile and then finally sleeping just long enough to awaken at 4:44 a.m., about 21 minutes before David’s alarm was due to go off. Note the address on Door Number 17: 444. You can read the synchronous story of that door’s creation by clicking here, but I didn’t notice the 444 sync wink until several more synchronicities prompted me to take a photo of it to share in [the April 19th post]. If I explain all the synchronicities, including a photo of me from March 2016 and a Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle card, today’s post will never get to the most recent events, so for now, please just note my strange intersection with a 444 door and then happening to look at the clock at 4:44 a.m. as the next clock time I saw:

According to Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101 book, “444 means that the angels are with you. It’s a comforting reminder from heaven, reassuring you that your prayers have been heard and answered, and that you are being helped, watched over, and protected by God’s angels.” The bottom quote of this 444 door offers Rumi’s quote: “Love says, ‘There is a way. I have traveled it thousands of times.'”

Fast Forward to Summer Solstice 2016, when another door dramatically reaffirmed its presence by toppling over right after I opened our curtains. Note that I did not actually touch the door when I opened the curtains, and I have done that same act without incident for over two years since we first hung those curtains. Door Number 6 ~ Freya and Frigga,Door Number 6 ~ Freya and Frigga, a door featuring goddesses involved with reweaving destiny … a door that originally hijacked my creative process and inserted itself ahead of Door Number 7 ~ The Lovers …this 1111 portal door on which I had been painting the golden sun drop tears when an intuitive voice told me to go join Facebook right then and there, an action that directly led to my meeting and eventually getting together with David after a fractal of absurd and mind boggling synchronicities … this door …

Frigga and Freya

…crashed down of its own accord on Summer Solstice 2016:

Summer Solstice door

Again, no damage to me or the door, but it certainly caught my attention! Tania and I had been texting about intensities happening with her beloved and magical rabbit companion, who was very ill, and we sensed very close to transitioning. The falling portal door seemed like the end of an era, but also the opening on a new one. Joy passed the next day.

In addition to the Full Moon on Solstice and the potency surrounding Joy’s shift, which revealed enormous growth and peace for Tania, I found it interesting that this door crashed down/”broke on through to the OtherSide” right after I had been doing some massive work around a pivotal event in my childhood. Synchronously, my mom’s house –the house where this still not fully understood cosmic, future setting event happened –also sold right at Solstice. The quote on the front of the door reads, “There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.” ~ Graham Green.

The back of the door, revealed by the fall, features … Odin’s Rune Song! (Yes, all those nines are still at it … and the 1111 door fell at 8:11 or 9:11. I honestly cannot remember which at this time. Either way, we have an 1111 door falling at the 11th minute and if 9:11, then we have another 11 when we add the digits.) The back of the door also has some Hebrew on it, which I don’t recall painting, but which an Orthodox Jewish friend of mine traced to a VERY obscure announcement of liberation. The bottom panel has a chant to the Goddess in her many forms.

Anyway, that was Summer Solstice 2016. I did not feel led to post about that falling door until two nights ago, Door Number 7 ~ The Lovers moved almost of its own accord. I say “almost,” because I did somehow manage to catch a blanket on the door and, tugging it, apparently pulled the door down on top of me while in bed. I have never caught a blanket or pillow before, and I really don’t know how that happened this time, but somehow it did. This is the heaviest of all the doors, so I positioned it so that if it ever did fall, it would not hit my head. I don’t need anymore head injuries! We usually stack extra throw pillows and blankets on the stool next to the door, which you can see below:

Lovers door

Note the 222 address, as well as the fact that this door got a January 2015 update of the red panel that now reads “Gaia” and includes the Celtic symbols “Wheel of Being” and “Destiny Knot” that represent harmony and a reweaving of destiny. The bottom quote reads: “Between God and the soul, there is no between.” ~ Julian of Norwich.

Apparently, between Lovers Door and body, there is also no between, and I’ve got the bruise to prove it:

bruise from the lovers door

As gruesome as that looks, I feel no pain in my arm unless someone really pushes the bruise. Despite my yank of the mysteriously caught blanket, the door seemed to fall in slow motion. I definitely felt it land, as the bruise reveals; however, like other experiences of my life that could have (by all rational accounts should have) resulted in very serious injury, this falling door did not crash anywhere near as hard as it could have. After waking David to help me lift it off me (it did not even make a noise as it “crashed”), I went downstairs to get some homeopathic arnica to take internally along with the external gel I had already applied. The clock downstairs read 2:22. So, here we have a third odd experience with a door, followed by seeing the door’s address echoed in the next glance at a clock.

According to Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101, angel message of 222 means “Trust that everything is working out exactly as it’s supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.” Um, okay, then! All those things I’ve set in motion and sensed moving behind the scenes — are apparently moving.

Also interesting is that as soon as the door fell and while I waited for David to wake up, I began hearing the mantra painted on the back of the door ~ a mantra invoking “the divine manifestations of the sacred union of masculine and feminine properties.”David and I have been experiencing positive recalibrations of many things in recent months, including a deeper balance and strengthening of the masculine and feminine qualities in ourselves and with each other. I know others — including my faery twin soul sister Tania and her Dave — who have felt the same uptick in mutual creation, focus, support, shared experiences, partnership and manifestation.

As with the story of my first “fall” into the 444 door, followed by seeing 4:44 on the clock and then having over the top synchronicities directly involving and mentioning portal doors, yesterday, David and I just happened to watch “The Adjustment Bureau,” a movie that just happens to feature main character named “David,” major synchronicities, deepening love, and … portal doors!

All I can say is that the doors have my attention. I will continue to take seriously the “Gatekeeper” and “Invitation to Faery” cards I keep pulling from Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle, both about portals, and I will continue to listen to the Four of Swords card (need for meditation/retreat) and the Moon (intuition, “stay on your path for safety”) cards I frequently pull from the Tarot. “The Adjustment Bureau” offers a great deal of insight into the concepts of Destiny, path, free will, portals and the ability of Love to alter reality. Plenty to continue pondering in my nine year at Faery Hof, Haus Am See and the gardens.

Happy Full Moon, Blessed Be … and be the blessing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes and Quotes

Left as my comment on “Fruit Loops and Perilous Pitfalls”:

Good post! Yes, judge a tree by its fruits … or, as my beloved loves to say while suppressing a giggle and patting my hand, “We need the eggs, dear.”

(in reference to the joke):

“My brother thinks he’s a chicken.”

“What?! That’s terrible. Why don’t you get him some psychiatric help?”

“We need the eggs.”

Humans are capable of so much more than most people realize. Go with what works. If it’s not empowering and it makes you feel puny, scared, isolated, derailed and victimized, then reach for something beyond that “truth.” It’s there for the embracing. Unconditional Love heals all wounds — but sometimes that Love comes in the form of Mama Bear protecting her tender cubs. Sometimes Love comes in the form of silliness and giggles. And sometimes Love says, “Whoa, the Mystery is so amazing and so mysterious. Thank Goddess there’s something bigger than my little pea brain and its malfunctioning tape measure.”

Perhaps Joni said it best: “We are stardust, we are golden, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” Peace!

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Setting the record straight, beginning with a partial comment bump up from “Happy Halloween.” You can read the rest of the string by clicking here:

Hi Doreen, just checked out the link. Please see my comment to Cindy. Not all pagans or witches are Satanists. In fact, very, very few are. If you’ve not read John Lamb Lash’s “Not in His Image,” I definitely recommend it, along with Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor’s “Great Cosmic Mother.” It has taken centuries to divorce people so far from the land and from the Mother Goddess energies that these things are now demonized as the male “diety” thought form invented by Christians and known as “Satan.” It’s the psyop of all psyops how the Luce Sophia (the organic light of Wisdom) was completely bastardized and turned into a patriarchal Luciferianism focused on destruction, decay and transhumanism. The synthetic instead of the organic. True paganism honors the Mother in all Her organic forms as Nature births and rebirths in all Her beauty and abundance. Seriously, if you’ve not read those two books, they’ll blow your mind. 😊

Posted by James G on November 2, 2015 at 12:05 pm  edit

Very cute Laura! I was a wizard. Great minds think alike. 😊 I celebrate Samhain too. Everything bad about paganism was invented by the church, to scare people from even looking at it. Just like Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel were created to scare people from leaving towns, cities and villages. Pagans were out there and we wouldn’t want you to know the truth. Besides people are easier controlled in towns and cities.

Posted by laurabruno on November 2, 2015 at 12:13 pm  edit

So true, James. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Agenda 21 mega-cities anyone? How about demonizing anyone who loves Nature or calling organic food lovers “eco-terrorists”? Sheesh. My friend, Tim, just sent this link: http://endofcapitalism.com/2009/11/05/who-were-the-witches-patriarchal-terror-and-the-creation-of-capitalism/ Reading that, one sees some parallels to today, including why it’s worthy of people like George Soros to bankroll the Muslim invasion of Europe. Divine Feminine the key to overturning the patriarchal mess destroying the world? What better way to subvert that than bring in millions of young men trained in Sharia Law in which women are good for raping and not much else? Apparently, the King Prince of Saud’s going to bankroll another $32 million towards bringing Sharia Law to the US. [Arab Bill Gates Could Turn Sharia Creep into Full Trot] Time for the witches and wizards to draw increasingly wider sacred circles! The Great She is rising. She (hopefully) learned Her lesson from the Middle Ages and won’t be stopped this time.

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If in your politically correct naivety, you don’t understand how Sharia Law oppresses women and children in ways even beyond the psychopathic Medieval Witch persecutions, please peruse this link. If you don’t yet recognize the correlation of a re-emerging Divine Feminine and Earth healing and reclamation, and/or you’ve not read Sharon Blackie’s recent post, please do: “Marrying the land: how we broke the ancient bargain.” Sovereignty, the land and the Goddess go hand in hand in hand.

Remember who you are. Remember on whom you live!

James G ~ Medusa

Reader James G emailed me a short piece he wrote on Medusa and some little known mythology about this much feared Goddess. He gave me permission to post it here. (I added paragraphs for easier blog reading.) Thanks to James for this rich sharing and reclamation:

The myth of Medusa is one of my favorites. The snake and serpent are all over the ancient world. The serpent has to do with wisdom and the snake is your thoughts. The snake moves in the same way as your thoughts, like a wave. Medusa symbolized a conscious, wise woman. In Ancient Greece an awake, wise, conscious woman was feared. She could stop a patriarchal mind(ego) in its tracks. Turn it to stone.

The other piece to this myth is the reflection. The ancients believed when you looked at your reflection, you were seeing your conscious, your higher self or your soul. Your true self. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they look at themselves in the mirror. If you’re truly awake or enlightened, you will see yourself as perfect.

So back to the myth. You have Medusa and her sisters walking around with all this knowledge and wise thoughts. (That’s why they’re portrayed as evil.) Perseus, a demigod, can’t learn enlightenment by just memorizing facts and accepting any information that’s true or false. He has to use her reflection to get at the true knowledge. The true matriarchal, higher self knowledge. Him getting the knowledge from her is symbolized by cutting her head off and putting it in a bag. Anytime he needs that knowledge he can pull Medusa out and freeze any left brain person in their tracks. I think this myth is as valid today as it was in Ancient Greece.


[Perseus with the head of Medusa, Benvenuto Cellini (1554), image from Wikipedia]

Jaime Meyer ~ Gathering of the Earth Lovers

Thanks to Jaime Meyer for permission to post this part of his recent newsletter, which addresses some of the themes I’ve run into lately in sessions and with loved ones. Jaime looks at cynicism, sacrifice and the sacred, asking us to reach for the feeling and reality beyond the cynicism. Those with sensitive “ears” are hereby warned of some colorful language in the text below. For those of you who’ve ever struggled with doubt or disconnection, I think you’ll find Jaime’s message helpful. Happy Full Moon tomorrow!

Gathering of the Earth Lovers

This Saturday, we gather under a perfect clear sky and the rising full moon for The Gathering of the Earth Lovers. This is year five of a massive drum circle and ceremony of gratitude to our Mother Earth. Please invite all who would like to have fun, drum, dance, and join together for a simple, beautiful ceremony. Please share this on Facebook. Right now about 80 people have told me they are coming. It’s going to be a Wahoo-fest, for sure. Click here for more details.

What About My Indigenous Soul?

by Jaime Meyer

The summer is coming to an end. We don’t want to let go of it. But we must. We are in the exhale of the year’s breath.

In the Celtic shamanic tradition we are moving out of the dancing mythic South and into the West – the direction of dusk, autumn, inner knowing, welcoming of Mystery, letting go, and vision-setting.

I remind you that if you have European ancestry, that phrase, “Celtic shamanic tradition” is part of your indigenous soul that is calling to you right now. That vague melancholy you feel may be your indigenous soul calling out to be remembered.

How do we respond to her sacrifice? In the machine-based industrial world, we have responded by demanding she produce even more for us, and by forcing her with fertilizer – earth steroids – to produce more. This seemed to work for a while when we treated the earth like an 8 year old tyrant might. But we are coming to understand we can’t do this anymore.

How can we respond to the Earth mother’s sacrifice? First and easy: remember the meaning of the word sacrifice. It means “to make sacred.” 

The simplest sacrifice we can make is to stop for a moment – to step out of our ravenous hunger and remember that this moment – every moment – is blessed by the powers that create, sustain and transform us. We swim in miracle. 

This may sound like small act, but shamanism is all about changing patterns below (or beyond) the conscious and rational level, and when we change those energetic patterns, we change our actions which changes the world. Make all of your eating -physical, emotional and spiritual- sacred, and you are going to change this world.

Cynicism is a convenient state of mind that lets me stand on the sidelines and snipe wittily at the screwed up assholes who run the world. Cynicism is an act of powerlessness, and what the assholes want more than anything is your cynicism to own you, so that you keep buying buy more products to mask your grief, which is really what cynicism is about. Cynicism is grief fashionably dressed. Grief is a dirty-kneed, tangle-haired, snot-covered, soul wash. But grief is connected to the raw power of love, which is the life force, and only love will heal your life, and this world. Only love. 

Try this if you want to: The next time you become aware of your own cynical bitching, stop for a moment, and act as if the world is sacred. Ask yourself what is the grief below your bitching. When the grief comes, let it come. And then give it to the Earth mother as an offering. Your grief is pure water for her. Ask for her help, and the help of the raw power of the life force to support you to take action to make real change. Think small and immediate. Cynicism hates it when we think small – it wants to overwhelm us with big powerlessness. 

May the blessings of late summer light be on you, 

and in you, and all around you. 

Jaime

Drumming The Soul Awake | http://www.drummingthesoulawake.com

Mini Vacation ~ The Fair, The Food, The Feast and Bloomington with Ann Kreilkamp

David had some vacation time giving us a long weekend from Thursday evening through Sunday, so we took the chance to play in Goshen, Mishawaka and on a little road trip to Bloomington. Fun times, indeed! Here were some of the highlights, beginning with the Elkhart County 4H Fair (David gets free passes from work, so we usually go for one short evening each year). Most people go to the Fair for food and fun. We go for the portal doors and fairy houses:

Elkhart County Fair

We walked around, visited some goats and gave much needed Reiki to the magnificent stallions kept in barely large enough pens for show. 😦 That part was very sad, but the horses always enjoy and appreciate Reiki at the Fair, so I make it a point to stop by and offer calm and healing to them whenever we go there. On a lighter note, we looked through the hall of crafts made by young people. We agreed upon this year’s favorite cake:

favorite cake

I spent Friday shin deep in basil, prepping pesto for Saturday’s Lammas/Lughnasadh feast in the GANG Garden at Ann Kreilkamp’s Bloomington ecopod:

basil

Since this is the first harvest celebration on the Wheel of the Year, I made foods featuring as much garden produce as I could. Instead of quinoa pasta for the pesto, I opted for spiralized patty pan squash “raw pasta.” The patty pan squash pictured below fit perfectly into our spiralizer, just trimming off the top and bottom. Others needed extra cutting around the knobs in order to fit. On the whole, though, I found the patty pan squash far preferable to spiralized zucchini, in ease, texture and color. This variety will no doubt become a new regular in our garden:

patty pan squash

patty pan pasta

I also harvested cucumbers to cut right before the feast and mix with our friend Sunny’s kimchee blend. She serves cucumber kimchee at her restaurant, and we love it!

cucumber kimchee

I ended up bringing lots of p’s and “cu”‘s: pickles, pesto, pasta, and cucumbers. Mmmm …

Friday evening we met a friend in Mishawaka, then got an early start for Bloomington on Saturday morning. Attempting to streamline hotel choices, I had looked up “vegan bed and breakfasts” in Bloomington, figuring they, of all places, might have one. Indeed, they do! Well, it’s gluten-free vegan friendly and run by vegetarians who appreciate organic food. The quaint little Persimmon Inn is right in downtown Bloomington and ended up being one of the least expensive of the nicer reviewed hotel options online.

The Persimmon Inn

The Persimmon Inn

We loved all the woodwork, from the entry piece proclaiming “Blessings of Good Health” to a huge, carved chair, to unique wall pieces in the breakfast nook. We rented the “Dogwood Room,” their smallest room, since we only intended to crash there, having pretty much nonstop plans during our time in Bloomington. It was small, but very cute and clean, with a nice bathroom and vintage details, perfect for our needs on this trip. If we had intended to spend more time in the actual room, we might have opted for the “Paw Paw” or another, larger “tree” room:

Dogwood Room at Persimmon Inn

Dogwood Room at Persimmon Inn

It was so lovely to find organic kiwi, blueberries and mango, almond milk, gluten-free oatmeal, rooibos tea, and other organic and vegan yummies at breakfast! Sue, one of the owners, told us that normally they’d have fresh gluten-free vegan pastries from the corner bakery; however, it happened to be closed on this particular visit. Nonetheless, it felt like a treat to have a variety of clearly marked options amidst the more usual breakfast fare. Paul and Sue feel it’s worth the extra expense to serve fresh, organic and special-diet friendly foods and beverages to their guests. We certainly appreciated it!

After checking in, David and I explored downtown Bloomington for awhile before heading over to Ann’s for a tour and prep for our little Wheel of the Year ceremony. We found a metaphysical shop (sorry, I forget which one!), where a particular Tarot deck caught my eye and continued to draw be back to it from different parts of the store. “Tarot De Las Luces Encantadas,” it said, and I thought, “Wow, I might need to brush up on my Spanish lessons, but I seriously doubt Pimsleur covers Tarot terms! I can say, ‘¿Donde esta el bano?,’ but that’s hardly preparation for a Spanish Tarot deck!” And yet … everywhere else I went in the store, I kept coming back to this one, specific deck.

I finally picked it up, and when I turned it over, the other side said in English, “Fairy Lights Tarot.” Well, then, that explained it! I bought the deck and the dragonfly bag it wanted to live in. I played around with the cards last night and decided this is my new, very, very favorite deck ever:

Tarot

Feeling very faery, I continued to wander around with David, who snapped this photo that encapsulates the “blooming” in Bloomington:

bloomington

By then, we needed to hustle over to Ann‘s for our much anticipated GANG Garden tour and to prepare for the ritual I was apparently leading. LOL! Good thing I keep my mini Pagan Cats Tarot cards on hand for quickie altars. The Aces do a wonderful job anchoring the directions, and I love using the potent symbolism of Tarot to represent whatever energies of the Season we wish to celebrate and/or invoke. In this case, I opted for the Sun card on one side of the bouquet and the Nine of Pentacles on the other — a celebration of Light and the Earth’s bountiful harvest. We added the beeswax Venus de Willendorf I’d just gifted Ann — homemade in Elkhart County — along with an altar cloth from Peru, a Goddess from Crete, a crystal from Ann’s late husband, Jeff, some candles and magical sound makers for creating sacred and meditative space.

Lammas Altar

We held the ceremony in the GANG Garden — an amazingly productive, verdant community space Ann and others have created for their neighborhood. Since this point of the year emphasizes harvest, as part of the ceremony, I asked each person to share, briefly, about seeds they had planted (perhaps long ago) that they’ve recently begun to harvest, either physically or metaphorically. Some people shared that for them, they felt they were Fall sowing their own seeds while appreciating what others have sown before them. Others shared some challenges amidst the gratitude. Ann and I both celebrated the community we’ve sown in our respective places and how Goshen and Bloomington communities have now ritually joined. They also joined with gifts — me giving Ann the Venus of Willendorf, and Ann gifting me a “Dahlia” garden statue. It’s a life-sized whirligig she found on a super sale, so we have matching Dahlias and matching Venus’s.

After the short ceremony, we gathered and joined with others for a first harvest potluck. Look at this amazing spread of fresh food!

The spread

We so enjoyed exploring all the in process projects happening at the ecopod, from hugelkultur beds to pathways to creative indoor renovations and community spaces. Even more, though, we loved connecting with Ann and her tribe. What a diverse array of ages, ethnicities, interests and talents! Children through grandparents attended, along with people visiting from overseas. All were welcomed, and everyone brought something valuable to share — their stories, their food, their experiences. At Ann’s and other guests’ encouragement, David and I followed the gathering by doing a “quintessential” Bloomington thing of attending an art showing, which was musically accompanied by the multi-talented young farmer who also made us a bottle of cherry mead. We then explored a bit more of downtown Bloomington before heading to bed and beginning anew the following day, when Ann had arranged for us to meet with her son, Colin Cudmore, inventor of international award winning Garden Tower Project.

We met with Colin at his warehouse and got to look at his (truly!) ingenious designs for not only the Generation 2 Garden Tower Project, which we brought home for assembly, but also for a high end 80-gallon garden composter and greenhouse prototypes for covering, shading and/or protecting the Garden Towers from cold and other elements. David kept saying how much he appreciates that Colin “overbuilds everything,” noting the quality of materials, design and craftsmanship. We spoke of Will Allen, who has consulted with Colin on making some of his projects even more efficient and beneficial, but generally, Ann, David and I just marveled at Colin’s genius. Seriously, he’s got it going on! We left with not only a Gen 2 Garden Tower for the yard of the Blue House, but also Colin’s gift of just the right soil mixture to fill it. I feel immense gratitude to Colin, not only for his generosity to us, but also to the planet. His dedication to finding ways to help people of all classes, abilities, sizes and locations to feed themselves and their communities is both humbling and inspiring.

Laura Bruno, Colin Cudmore, and Ann Kreilkamp at the Garden Tower Project warehouse

Laura Bruno, Colin Cudmore, and Ann Kreilkamp at the Garden Tower Project warehouse

I’ll leave you with a final photo that pretty much epitomizes Ann’s and my time together — connecting on many levels at once from the very spiritual, right down to the most practical, grounded and physical realities, laughing all the way:

Laura Bruno and Ann Kreilkamp

Laura Bruno and Ann Kreilkamp

Thanks to Ann and everyone in Bloomington for your hospitality and friendship, and thanks to David for all of the clearly focused photos (the others are mine, LOL!), for driving and for taking the time for the lovely little road trips, near and slightly farther away. ♥

TPP, the Pope’s Encyclical, Mama Earth and You

Where to start with this one? I don’t normally post WikiLeaks or Jesse Ventura, but this video gives a lot of succinct information about the TPP and international trade agreements in general — definitely worth six minutes of your life in order to have a clearer understanding of the ramifications.

Whenever something like this comes along that’s so huge, so secret and so (Jesse calls it correctly) fascist, we would do wise to prevent rather than try to wriggle out of it once the shackles are on. The TPP takes NAFTA, CAFTA, Codex Alimentarius, Agenda 21, the Monsanto Protection Act, and the Bankers Manifesto of 1892 and puts all of these on GMO steroids to become the Frankenstein equivalent of Mommie Dearest.

Combine this with the Pope’s recent call for depopulating 6 billion people — when, let’s be honest, the Catholic Church has certainly played a direct role in overpopulating and impoverishing the planet — and it doesn’t take too much to see how these globalist treaties could work hand in glove with such “responsible,” religiously sanctioned depopulation efforts by removing environmental protections, food standards, national sovereignty, and replacing those with forced compliance to any and every toxic thing “sustainable” Monsanto, “healing” BigPharma and “energizing” Big Oil produce. Will there be genocide and thought police with this “new” encyclical? You betcha. Exactly how does an institution eliminate 6 billion people without some sort of “official-representative-of-God-sanctioned” genocide? That’s 6/7 of the population on the chopping block with a self-appointed spiritual hierarchy determining who lives and who dies. The same institution that brutally demonized and destroyed indigenous, Nature loving cultures across the world now wants us to recognize and honor its Pope as Father of a One World “Earth-based” religion?!

This “populist Pope” calling for an end to income inequality isn’t offering up the vast land and resources confiscated and appropriated by the Catholic Church? He just wants income redistribution from little guy to smaller guy so we can “save the planet”? Excuse me while I vomit in my compost pile. At least that has real potential to regenerate something.

Please see Ann K’s exploration/compilation of interpretations of the new encyclical. She remains curious, and that’s likely a good place to hover; however, I personally believe that a true reconnection with the planet involves — gasp! — directly reconnecting with Mother Earth without the “Holy Father” Pope or any other person or organization inserting himself or itself in between us and the planet. Whatever happened to direct spiritual experience and primacy? Oh, right! That’s way too threatening to anyone who would maintain mass control, because once people start having primary experiences with the Divine in all His and Her forms, we’ve got no need for organized top-down anything. Once people embrace the Mystery with a capital M, all those dogmas, rules and regulations begin to look silly, controlling and worst yet: optional.

Now perhaps you see why growing your own food, walking in Nature, and hugging trees are so radical (rooting) and empowering. And maybe the military-industrial complex’s insane uptick in the War on Nature (i.e. Olympic Peninsula, the Grand Canyon, and more) makes sense in this  larger context. When humanity aligns with Mother Earth, we can shake off the patriarchal control BS like the parasites and fleas they are, returning to natural harmony and the real Matrix (which comes from “Mother,” not some computer simulated “reality” — talk about a co-optation! “The Matrix” films brilliantly got all the “awake” people actively asserting their desire to “exit” “The Matrix,” when reconnection to the original Mother is the very thing that would give humanity a viable reset. All the “awake” people want to take a different colored pill than the sleeping people, because Goddess forbid you just “be,” without any interference of pills. Oh, yeah, and “reality” is a horrible, grim place unless you escape to “Zion.” Those films were the biggest psyop and limited hangout of our times, but I digress into a flaming Fire Faery fit…. )

In any case, if you want to free yourself and free this planet, don’t let anyone or anything get between you and our planet. That’s your relationship to have with Earth, Sea and Sky — directly, not through a computer screen or your cell phone camera. Get out there and immerse yourself in Nature. Engage your senses, even your Spidey senses, so you can hear, feel, see, taste, touch and spontaneously know the secrets Nature wants to share. If Nature wants to keep them secret, then learn to embrace the Mystery.

Anyone trying to co-opt this primal connection needs some lessons from the Elementals!

Air is the breeze through the trees and the tornado.

Fire can warm your home or burn it to the ground.

Water can quench thirst, or destroy everything in its tsunami path.

Earth can grow food or bury all in an avalanche or volcanic ash.

Respect, Not Control.

Because Nature always bats last, and She doesn’t need Monsanto or the Pope to win.

You are part of Nature, and neither do you.

Honor your Mother and Blessed Be.