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Quest-ions, Quest-ions

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Her spirit’s essence?

Mental clarity

Inventiveness

Originality

Even while underwater

Cloudy and lost

She grasps the hilt

Thrusts the blade through the murkiness

And pierces the sky

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The true calling of her heart?

Satiety

Satiety!

On the other side of terror

Of what fullness raises from the dead

Her heart desires

Emotional contentment

Passion and vitality

Experienced internally

And radiating out

Welcoming, not fearing

To love deeply

To receive deeply

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The true wisdom of her mind?

“The Moon’s gates reveal the splendor of the soul”

She is the chooser, the tough-love romantic

She is the determined one

Aimed to face any self-delusion

Honed to meet difficult decisions

Created to resolve difficult relationships

She is continually put in places of hard choices

Yet through the tempering

Has emerged gifted

In turning difficult lead

Into gold

She’s an eye for spotting dishonesty

She’s little tolerance for self-deception, illusion

She’s the tester of old patterns, within and without

One who navigates insanity

In a life-affirming, wily, trickster kind of way

She’s faced her darkness

Crawling, blind and naked through the two towers

Once shivering,

She now can cackle with the Moon

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What then

Is the purpose of her being?

They say it is Science

Science!

Objective, logical

Rational thinking

Rational!

From the realms of the Moon

One who’s gone through the madness,

Coming out rational!

She has faced (most of) the demons

And shedded the societal skins

She is here to communicate

About something which is completely

New

Balanced

She opens her mouth

And puts forth threatening paradigms

In a way that will be received

Haha!

Perhaps her purpose

Is to be

A poet

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Revelation And Offering

~from The Tarot of The Spirit, by Pamela and Joyce Eakins

**Head’s up–For the next two months I will be switching my posting schedule to Sundays vs Mondays. Thank you for reading :}

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Over the past year

I have been travelling

Travelling on the Paths

Travelling on the Tree

Deep in The Hermit’s temple

And now, at this important gate

Into the realms of Creation Completed

I sit, in reflection

I receive, Revelation

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Could it be

That the constant seizing of my thighs

The sacrum’s sharp aching

The shooting piercing needles

The burning soles

The terrifying feeling that

All I stand on will collapse and give way

Could it be

That this

Is the force of my own Life?

Teaching, initiating me into my own evolution?

Could it be Universe

Constellating

Crafting my own initiation

Pulling me to my knees

Dissembling everything I know

And once again, stripping me

To the Core

To be rebuilt once again?

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Could it be

That child, screaming

Using the only way it knows how

To STOP me

To get me to let go of mind’s flight

And come Home?

Could it be pulling me down

To look at Her?

To listen?

To let her wail and rage

About what, until now

Has been buried deep within?

Could it be the only way?

Could it be The Way?

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Like the Moon

Always changing, rearranging

Remembering and dissembling

There is a flash

As I fall down these branches

That it is a value

To be medial, liminal

Beyond the linear voicing

That this, too

Can describe who one may be

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From the Tower in my gut

Implanted over lifetimes, lineages

I am putting all my works towards the cause

Screaming, writhing, agony

So be it

This is The Way

This is The Way

This is My Way

To come to Strength

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Strength may be acceptance

Strength may be adaptation

And yet–it may also be full revitalization

A pulsing aliveness

Animating joy once more

Dancing, sensual, savoring

Yes this, this is my Revelation

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My Offering?

After all of this walking?

After all of this screaming?

After all of this writhing?

Perhaps

If my body is a reflection

Of the care that the Earth may need from us right now

Of the need to to turn us away and within

From all of the ideas, and plans, and accomplishments

We may wish to do as a species

If my body is a reflection

Mirroring this essential need to turn back towards our bodies

To turn back towards the Earth

To turn back towards the illnesses

That are showing up inside of us

This Writhing

This Screaming

To turn towards them as a priority

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Is this awareness

Borne from some inner blaze and reformation

My greatest work, the Great Work?

Am I actually doing something “more” with my life

In the tending of this body

Body as Earth, body as species

Body as messenger for the depths that hunger to be seen

Is this, and this vision’s transmission

My Offering?

There is no way to truly know

Except to fuck around and find out

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So

As the thighs constantly seize

As the sacrum sharply aches

As the shooting piercing needles

The burning soles

Rip through my flesh once more

As the terrifying feeling that

All I stand on will collapse and give way

Crumbling all of my ability

To move through the world on my own

May I remember

This Revelation

May I remember

This Offering

May my focus on this dear, seizing, screaming body

Affect the collective to tend to these things in deep ways

And may it bring Strength

To my life once more

May it bring Strength

To us all

Solve et Coagula

~The Tower card from The Thoth Tarot
(via rowantarot.blogspot.com)

May I open to receive the Key of The Tower

The Lord of the Hosts of the Mighty

The Temple of The Cosmos

May I be strong enough

To digest your teaching

Another round of

Solve Et Coagula

At my door

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Lightning Flash

Recognition

Destabilization

Transmuting Vibration

The Activating and Exciting Intelligence

From Vision to Symbol

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Help me, oh quaking girder

Help me to have the courage

To embody your terrifying charge

I still do not understand

Why you rest in my center

Why your imprint and constant reformation

Shakes me to my core

From within

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Over and over again, oh Tower

You have decimated me

Decimated…and reformed

And I stand here with you, again, now

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What more can I release?

Which skins are you tearing away?

What false perceptions are you uncovering?

Oh Voice, oh Sacred Mouth

What will your vibrations reveal?

Ripping through my entire being

I know You

I stand, shaking, ready for your destruction

While conversely, asking for your blessing

To help me hold onto my essence

To survive that which you oddly seek to destroy

By nourishing

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May I open to receive the Key of The Tower

The Lord of the Hosts of the Mighty

The Temple of The Cosmos

May I be strong enough

To digest your teaching

Another round of Solve Et Coagula at my door

Hold me

While you disintegrate the obsolete

Into smoking shards of dust

While you call forth my New World

That which illuminates the Deep Realities

And demands them

Into shimmering, radiant, and walking

Form

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The Kitchen Witch’s Way Is Live!

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Greetings, fyne readers! Did you know that in addition to poetry, I also put words together in book form? My most recent endeavor is about a skeptical, bitter young woman who crosses paths with a Kitchen Witch and her magical worldview. What a fun story to write, and it has come to pass that the first twelve perfectly imperfect chapters of The Kitchen Witch’s Way are now available for viewing on Ream! Ream is a serial publishing platform that is entirely free to join—although you can put a penny in my cup if you want to support—It’s like Substack but for book authors only. Join me if you deesyre! Here’s the link: https://reamstories.com/sabbathmaiden

And here’s a longer description of the story:

Regina is a rational agnostic with a life-long restrictive eating disorder. She hasn’t yet been able to find her way to freedom, and she’s tried damn near everything.

Everything, that is, but magic.

Somehow, Regina has suspended her disbelief and has come to find her way to studying with Ingal, a strange old woman in a quirky mountain town who goes by the title of Kitchen Witch. Regina has sought out this woman because she’s tired of her cold and measured life, and she’s hoping, one last time, to shift her mind about things. Things like finding hope and relief from her constant struggle with food and body. Things like…her lifetime resistance to receiving love.

In the wilds of Ingal’s magickal herb garden, Regina begins immersing herself in The Kitchen Witch’s Way, the old woman’s grimoire. Along with these writings, a strange crow, a fabulous bohemian caravan, and an unexpected heart connection with the town’s farmer are making it so Regina can’t quite ignore that there’s something powerful, maybe even magical, going on. And that perhaps, with that magic, she can finally find her way to freedom.

Welcome to the town of Mostly Falls, where the story of The Kitchen Witch’s Way, begins.

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Just so you know, for health reasons I am taking a short break from uploading new chapters, but please do navigate your way to the site and let me know what you think. Get cozy, wander your way through, make a comment that you made it to the last chapter, and I’ll know it’s time to get back to posting. Hope to see you there!

Ps. If you’ve any difficulties getting to/around the site, please comment and I’ll guide you through the crossroads🧙✨

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Freeing The Force

Cards from the Tarot of The Spirit deck by Pamela and Joyce Eakins

There is a pulsating, overwhelming force

Smoldering, sparking

Seeking its direction

Seeking where to land, seed, focus, grow

Seeking where

To nurture, connect, become

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Compass spinning

The yearning is so terrible

And the voices are so loud

A wanting

A hungering

Suffocating and aimless

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What stands in the way

Of this sacred force’s aim?

Tens of thousands of swords

Piercing the mind, twisting the strength

Over the centuries, ancestral

Illusory confusions

Bleeding out lifeforce

To stand, to aim, to thrive

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What then can I do?

Voices, betrayals of the past

Survival scaffolding that must now break away

Once valid, it is no more

Begin the peeling, the shedding, the grieving

So the pulse, the yearning, the new creation seeking

Can see its target

Can find the direction

Can muster velocity, and belief

To land, and blossom

On its mysterious and otherworldly surface

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How then

Do I align the soul’s condition

For this whittling to occur?

So long have these layers sheltered me

So tightly do I cling

How then, do I let go

For this blast off to succeed

After so many failed launches?

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And out of the darkness,

She answers.

Sister Fire says

I dance

I place myself in the center of the trees

I lay down my obstructions and fears

On the altar, I offer

A sacrifice

I let the wind pivot my limbs

I open my mouth, spinning

And let the wildness sing through me

Sister Fire says

I am the one who brings forth the knowings

I am the one who has travelled through the fire

I am the one who cannot be denied

I am

The Master of Spontaneous Expression and Liberation

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Sister Fire

Mouth open

I let her dance me

I become her

Envisioning bold stance, supple curves, chin to stars

I twirl

And scream

And partner with the rhythms of dirt and sky

Allowing it all to burn away

Letting her reveal me

Letting her open my eyes, my channels

Loosing the magma

When it is time

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When it is time

And the layers have dropped away

Lion, lizard, and flame my allies

And Fire Sister, a twinkle in her eye

We will be soaring

We will be aiming

We will be burning

Towards the one True Will of my heart

This pulsing will connect

This blazing will form

Like supernovas and our great central stellar core

This yearning

This wanting

This hungering

Will finally come

To Be

2025=Year Of The Hermit

~image from Tarot of The Spirit by Joyce and Pamela Eakins

2025
2+0+2+5=9
9=IX=The Hermit

2025=The Year of The Hermit

The Hermit retreats to look within
They know that the microcosm
Dances with the macrocosm
They know that when trouble is brewing
It is time to look within

As within, so without
Personal problems
Collective problems
Like the monster in the dream
They venture in
To face them

These seismic, mycelial ripplings
They call The Hermit inside
The Hermit believes
This work, in caverns of deep
Can affect the whole

They go within
Scouring values, cosmologies,
Traumas
What and how
They are absorbing
They learn to wield
The Force

Microcosm, macrocosm
As within, so without
With the cloak of the Great Mother
With the powers of The Moon
The Hermit
That Dweller Among The Ruins
They go
Inside

~image from Tarot of The Spirit by Joyce and Pamela Eakins

Power

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How can I center or refine

My spirit, my mind, my heart, my body

To achieve a harmonious synergy

This is the question

At the center of the Tree…

The gateway

Calling me, answering me

Rests squarely on the girder of Strength

And its message

Is Power

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Four disks

Four pentacles

Four orbs

Pulsating

Asking, how do you use your Power?

How do you use your Power?

Do you stand inside the door, afraid to open to the other side?

Do you stand inside the door, barring anything to enter?

Is the power here inside this room, waiting for you to share it?

Or is the power outside, waiting for you to claim it?

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Eleven circles radiating

Around a glowing keyhole

I stand, wondering

What is the key?

Do I hold it?

Do I fear it?

Will I use it?

Will I

Harm others with it?

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How do I center and refine

My spirit, heart, mind and body

With this question of Power?

Something rests heavy

When called to take up the helm

I don’t want it, I don’t want it

But somehow it is time to make a change

How do I refine my body heart mind and spirit

With Power?

In all previous forms, this combination is rash

This combination is paradoxical

This combination is just not done

Power and ethical alignment

Don’t these directly contradict

Or is there

A way

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A way to stand in Power

That isn’t all about acquisition and maintenance

That doesn’t find itself

Creating its own prison?

Building wealth, planning finances

Building business or political structures

How does this contribute

To improving ethical alignment?

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Using the Power wisely?

Staying connected with compassion?

Eyeing down greed and miserliness?

Or perhaps it is all about being rooted and earthed

Being able to flourish with a sense of safety, security

And inner strength

Is that true Power?

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What is Power?

What does it mean to wield it?

Power over

Power under

Power…with?

Do I shut myself out

Of standing tall in the world with my power

Shuddering in this room of smallness

This safe little place

So comfortable with nothing

Allowing others to take up important positions

While I sweep the floor

And connect deeply with passersby

Is there more for me to do?

Am I being called to stand in the center of the circle

Drum in hand

To lead them through healing

Am I being charged with sitting in the seat

Of counsel, as if my wisdom can assist

Instead of here, sweeping the floor

Connecting deeply with passersby?

Here, sweeping,

There is no session to charge for

There is no accolade

There is no credit

There is no

Expectation

Just sweeping

And breathing

And the connecting of two beings

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How do I use this Power?

Do I use this Power?

Can I use it in generosity

Can I lead, from the sweeper’s heart?

Can I use my position

To empower myself, and others?

Can I own my personal energy and vitality

Stand in self-assuredness

Sharing this, and my creativity

In this world, in a good way?

Or do I stay here

In this little room

In this little body

Sweeping

Smiling

And letting go of being anything

At all?

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Power

I hold this key

To unlock the chamber

To walk through, beyond

To burst forward, roaring like a mighty lion

Who will I hurt

Who will I help

If I step out

From beyond this little room

Into Power

Power

When I hear the word, I want to cringe

Power over

Manipulation

Colonizer

Accumulating objects

Keeping others in fear

This is not the Power

I want to wield

I want my Power

To be in the service of Love

To be in the service of empowering others

To be in the service of helping us all gain freedom

Power

I’ve always avoided it

Grand titles, affluent offers

Never really sparkled in my realms

The small, the meek, the subtle

The whisper, the mystery, the sacred whoosh

Of bird wing

These, instead, have captivated my soul

More than any status would do

But lately, there are reflections calling

Asking me for my opinion

Curious about my guidance

Calling me to serve, drum in hand

Inquiring whether I will share my words

To bring peace, to bring center, to hold the grieving

Is that…Power?

I’ve so many twisted ideas and notions

Of this word Power

Some fortressed castle and an old, miserable man

That’s not the Power I want to share

I’d rather be the sweeper, the bakery deliverer

Free to come and go through those heavy walls

Free to share heart and presence with the common people

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How can I center or refine

My spirit, my mind, my heart, my body

To achieve a harmonious synergy

This is the question

At the center of the Tree…

The gateway

Calling me, answering me

Rests squarely on the girder of Strength

And its message

Is Power

Cause/Effect

Cards from Tarot of the Spirit by Pamela and Joyce Eakins
Photo by Ryutaro Tsukata on Pexels.com

The question

At the center of the Tree

Asks

What will guide you?

Yearning for some great Queen

Or archetypal wizard

My answer:

Cause…and Effect

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Now, at first

Frustrated breath from nostril

A shaking fist at Trickster

Cursing for one more layer of confusion

At first

There was just more rage

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But then

The question sank deeper

The answer swirling, embedding, smiling

And another door, sounding

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The query began riddling:

You will be guided by cause and effect

You will be guided by what effect

You want to be the cause of

Your guide will not be something in the sky

Or some magickal being

Your guide

Will be you

Your guide will be the answer

To the hardest question:

What is it

That you truly want?

What is it

That you truly want your presence

To leave in its wake?

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And then,

Silence

Silence

Silence

This question that has walked me

For all of my life

And the blankness that follows

Again,

Frustrated breath from nostril

Fist shaking to Trickster

And rage

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This is the question of all questions

Do you agree?

One that I’ve never been able to really answer

Instead, leaving things to Mystery, to The River

To Presence and What Is

How then,

Does cause…and effect

Now decide to guide me?

How then,

In the midst of blankness

Of empty fields of vision

Does cause…and effect

Have any chance

In guiding me?

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I breathe

I know there is something changing

Here in the center of The Tree

And I ask:

What effect

Do I want to be the cause of?

I do my best

To listen

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Silence

Silence

Silence

And then

Imagination rises, asking:

What if, when people interacted with my offerings…

They would trust their life more,

Trust its inherent initiatory but hard loving nature…

That they would begin to see everyday occurrences and challenges

As sacred teachings being offered…

That they would begin to see the patterns

And magick happenings for them

The many daily ways

The world and their Life itself

Speaks specifically to them, for them…

That they begin to see their troubles (and awe)

As opportunities to look deeply into those part of themselves

For reconciliation and healing

Seeing that on some level,

We are all just mirroring each other

In order for our species’ wounds

To re-member…

That they would have such sacred experiences in nature

And with other living beings

That it no longer makes sense

To destroy them…

That they would trust even pain and deep illness

As a teacher, coming

Redirecting and deepening their lives

If they would but let it speak to them…

That they would become curious about

And playful creative with

Their own dark sides

Instead of casting blame and lynching

Those that hold it, heavy, for them…

That they could become self-loving

Despite the state of car, job, body, or intimate relationship

They may be experiencing as “less than ideal”

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Silence

Silence

Silence

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Whoa!

Where did that come from?

If that is the effect

If that is the vision

Here, in the center of The Tree

How could I possibly be the cause

When figuring that out

Seems like trying to create a business plan

For how

To become God

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Silence

Silence

Silence

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Blankness

Blankness

Blankness

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Am I being asked

To plan my way to embody this cause?

And if so,

Why does it bring such blankness,

Overwhelm, such doubt?

Why

Am I just left

Staring?

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I clear the way

I erase the plan

Allowing Life to work through

Staying present

Breath

This is all

I know how to do

And

Perhaps

That is the cause

And the effect

And how Life

And pain

And strife

And joy

Everyday

Here

At the center of The Tree

Perhaps that

Is how

It will show me

The way

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I thank the life

Of the question

And the spirit

Of the answer

That just pirouetted

From the vastness

Into my mind

And now

There’s just silence

Silence

Silence

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