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February 18, 2011

The Quickening

The Quickening


This morning (08:36 UT) saw the full moon, also known as the Quickening Moon. According to information sourced from Druid Network’s website, the Quickening Moon only comes once every four years. At each of these moons we review the past seven years:

“The reason for this is that every seven years we have renewed through regeneration every cell in our bodies. The new may be crafted by the instructions of the old, but change, healing, adaptation make significant alterations.

Spend time through this moon considering and writing a review of the past seven years, thinking about the physical changes that have happened in your life, and the emotional and spiritual journey that you have been walking. When you have done it, check what you retain in your life that is older than seven years. Is it necessary to keep it? How long is the visible and tangible trail you are leaving (dragging) behind you? Make sure that you release what can be released. Make sure you are living with as much freedom as you can.”

Elsewhere, however, February’s full moon is apparently always known as the Quickening Moon. Jeanette Leblanc on her blog, Crunchy (On the Inside), has this to say about  it:

“The full moon in February is known as the Quickening moon, it marks the official end of winter, and the quickening, the renewal of all things. While the skies are still grey, and the weather is cold, beneath the surface life begins to secretly stir. This moon phase is a time of abundance, ripening and completeness, heavy with fertility and female divinity. It is a time when the potential of all things begins to stir towards birth in spring, a time to work on our own inner power and confront personal truths in preparation for birth. This moon sheds enough light to help us see into our darkness, so that our energy can make its way to the surface to prepare for growth and healing.”

Regardless of whether it’s once every four years or every February, I find both of the above statements interesting. Just last night, during my regular four mile power-walk, I got the strange feeling something was afoot… but couldn’t quite put my finger on what: like the calm before the storm or something. It was cold and the sky was cloudy (so no viewings of the Aurora Borealis — boo), but nevertheless, despite straying no farther than the streets of my local village and neighbouring town, the feeling of anticipation and expectation was so palpable, it bordered on the eerie.

As a long-time outdoor exerciser I’ve grown particularly sensitive to the changes in the seasons. It’s so subtle, so imperceptible, however, that it’s nigh on impossible trying to explain to sedentary folk who spend their lives cooped up indoors in front of the telly that the quality of light or air has changed indicating a shift in the seasons and cycles of Nature — spring isn’t only marked by a gradual lengthening of the days.

So it made a lot of sense to me, this morning, reading about the Quickening Moon; because that’s exactly how I’d describe what I felt last night — a quickening. Change was quite literally afoot as I glanced down and spied crocuses, hyacinths, and other springtime flowers bursting forth in gardens and along verges.

The first quote feels particularly relevant, however, as I moved into my first house on Friday 13 February 2004 in what marked a new chapter in my life (although I didn’t see it like that at the time — I was heartbroken, depressed, and somewhat chubby around the edges). Being honest, I forgot all about this (the date I moved into my house) until I started writing this post. Scary how time flies. I’d split up with my boyfriend not long before Christmas (or rather, he split up with me) and just qualified as a life-coach. I had no idea what direction my life would take. All I knew was things had to change.

So it seems appropriate and timely for me, today, to reflect on my experiences of the past seven years, much of which I share at length in my book. Back then, I was a lost soul with no substance, no sense of self, no inner core. Didn’t know where I was headed, how life would turn out. I was trying my best to move forwards, but all the while my insecurities and unconscious wounds kept dragging me back, dragging me down. They were dark days. But something kept me going. God knows what.

So I’m rather hoping today’s Quickening Moon, these next seven years, marks a new phase in my life. Unlike the insecure lost soul back then, I’m ready for new challenges and adventures. Unlike the insecure lost soul I once was, I’ve found my footing, walk taller than I did back then. I just hope I have the strength, courage, and stamina to continue along this all-too-often precarious path, be true to my deep Self and fulfil my destiny with all the grace I can muster.

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One final note: I received an email this morning via my website. At first I wasn’t sure what to make of it, initially finding it creepy (stalker-ish, if the truth be told) and even mocking it on Twitter. (I think partly because I don’t know my father, so found it a little offensive — although I doubt the sender intended it to be.) But throughout the day I’ve kept going back to it, mulling over it, reflecting upon it. Now, I actually find it quite moving if I read it as poetry rather than prose; approach it in terms of its connotation rather than its denotation.

I’m descended from West African tribes-people who innately know there’s more to life than meets the eye. Let’s just say that I, and my family, have had more than our fair share of inexplicable and somewhat strange (for want of a better word) experiences over the years.

So last night, before I fell asleep, I had a chat with my ancestors, asked for some guidance on a particular matter that’s recently weighed heavy on my heart. More often than not, I receive feedback in the form of dreams; a song on the radio; an ‘out-of-the-blue’ comment from a stranger: which is why something tells me that, whatever the ego-oriented (read: conscious) motivations of the sender, there’s more to this message than meets the eye…

Whoever sent it please don’t answer this or say anything else — I just wanted to say, ‘Thank You’:

Thea, My Child,

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You may not know me,

but I know everything about you.

Psalm 139:1

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I know when you sit down and when you rise up.

Psalm 139:2

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I am familiar with all your ways.

Psalm 139:3

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Even the very hairs on your head are numbered.

Matthew 10:29-31

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For you were made in my image.

Genesis 1:27

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In me you live and move and have your being.

Acts 17:28

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For you are my offspring.

Acts 17:28

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I knew you even before you were conceived.

Jeremiah 1:4-5

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I chose you when I planned creation.

Ephesians 1:11-12

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You were not a mistake,

for all your days are written in my book.

Psalm 139:15-16

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I determined the exact time of your birth

and where you would live.

Acts 17:26

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You are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Psalm 139:14

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I knit you together in your mother’s womb.

Psalm 139:13

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And brought you forth on the day you were born.

Psalm 71:6

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I have been misrepresented

by those who don’t know me.

John 8:41-44

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I am not distant and angry,

but am the complete expression of love.

1 John 4:16

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And it is my desire to lavish my love on you.

1 John 3:1

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Simply because you are my child

and I am your Father.

1 John 3:1

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I offer you more than your earthly father ever could.

Matthew 7:11

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For I am the perfect father.

Matthew 5:48

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Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand.

James 1:17

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For I am your provider and I meet all your needs.

Matthew 6:31-33

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My plan for your future has always been filled with hope.

Jeremiah 29:11

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Because I love you with an everlasting love.

Jeremiah 31:3

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My thoughts toward you are countless

as the sand on the seashore.

Psalms 139:17-18

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And I rejoice over you with singing.

Zephaniah 3:17

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I will never stop doing good to you.

Jeremiah 32:40

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For you are my treasured possession.

Exodus 19:5

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I desire to establish you

with all my heart and all my soul.

Jeremiah 32:41

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And I want to show you great and marvellous things.

Jeremiah 33:3

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If you seek me with all your heart,

you will find me.

Deuteronomy 4:29

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Delight in me and I will give you

the desires of your heart.

Psalm 37:4

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For it is I who gave you those desires.

Philippians 2:13

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I am able to do more for you

than you could possibly imagine.

Ephesians 3:20

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For I am your greatest encourager.

2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

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I am also the Father who comforts you

in all your troubles.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4

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When you are broken-hearted,

I am close to you.

Psalm 34:18

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As a shepherd carries a lamb,

I have carried you close to my heart.

Isaiah 40:11

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One day I will wipe away

every tear from your eyes.

Revelation 21:3-4

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And I’ll take away all the pain

you have suffered on this earth.

Revelation 21:3-4

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I am your Father, and I love you

even as I love my son, Jesus.

John 17:23

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For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed.

John 17:26

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He is the exact representation of my being.

Hebrews 1:3

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He came to demonstrate that I am for you,

not against you.

Romans 8:31

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And to tell you that I am not counting your sins.

2 Corinthians 5:18-19

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Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled.

2 Corinthians 5:18-19

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His death was the ultimate expression

of my love for you.

1 John 4:10

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I gave up everything I loved

that I might gain your love.

Romans 8:31-32

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If you receive the gift of my son Jesus,

you receive me.

1 John 2:23

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And nothing will ever separate you

from my love again.

Romans 8:38-39

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Come home and I’ll throw the biggest party

heaven has ever seen.

Luke 15:7

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I have always been Father,

and will always be Father.

Ephesians 3:14-15

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My question is…

Will you be my child?

John 1:12-13

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I am waiting for you.

Luke 15:11-32

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Love, Your Dad

Almighty God

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Thea is author of the inspiring memoir Running into Myself. Buy a copy from Amazon UKAmazon US or, better still, order a limited edition signed copy direct from her publisher here (also ships worldwide).

Thea’s personal journey is utterly compelling. I couldn’t put her book down. Thea manages to make Greek mythology not only understandable, interesting, and relevant to our lives today, but shows how it can be utilised as a tool for self development. She introduces ideas and ways of thinking that broaden your mind, and lights the way for others to follow.”

— Melinda Messenger (TV Presenter)

January 18, 2011

An Introduction to Imbolc (Part 1)

One of Urban Deva’s guiding philosophies is to help individuals consciously Reconnect with Nature. Aside from encouraging everyone to stare up at the wonders of the night sky, one of the many others ways we do this is to follow and celebrate the sabbats or festivals of the Pagan Wheel of the Year — our cyclical journey around the sun. These Old Holidays are not man-made, a part of history; rather, they are as old as the earth itself. Nature in motion.

Now, before you go associating Pagan with witchcraft and all things evil, just think for a moment where you got that idea from, who planted it there. Yup, Christianity. Pagans are not devil worshippers (again, that’s the spin Christianity put on it as part of their own marketing campaign).  They are, however, heathens in that they don’t believe in the monotheistic God of Judaism, Christianity or Islam. But again, see how heathen has been twisted and is now used as a denigrative term?

Pagans lived closed to the earth. In other words, it’s a Nature based religion. This made a lot of sense. Still does. Regardless of your beliefs, the one thing we can all agree on is the cycles and seasons of Nature. Much like the majority of belief systems in the East, Pagans saw the sacredness in all things. They revered the sanctity of the forests, the oceans, the mountains, animals, birds, and all humanity. To them the Divine was immanent, not Up There sat on a throne in the sky, meting out punishments, lording it over all and sundry. Put another way, if their beliefs and intimate connection to Nature had not been driven out or persecuted and burnt at the stake, we wouldn’t have a need for agreements such as the Kyoto Protocol or campaigns such as Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall‘s Fish Fight, today.

Anyway, I digress.

Imbolc (also known as Imbolg or Oimelc) or St Brigid’s Day is a festival that marks the beginning of spring and is usually celebrated on the 2 February. Although our Gregorian (Christian) calendar states that spring officially begins on the vernal equinox (20 or 21 March), Pagans recognised the first signs of spring from the flora and fauna that sprung forth, the subtle shift in the quality of light, the position of the constellations and, among agrarian people, the onset of lactation in ewes soon to give birth to the spring lambs.

Unable to stamp out all Nature based religions, the Christians decided to impose a feast of their own on the same day called Candlemas (also known as the Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple or the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin).

Bit sneaky, really. Why?

Well, in Christianity, Candlemas is the day the priest blesses the beeswax candles for use throughout the year. It’s also the Purification of the Virgin Mary. Fire and purification rites, however, already played an integral part in the festivities that accompanied Imbolc and often involved hearthfires, bonfires, and the lighting of candles. You can almost imagine the scene when the priests were trying to get the nature-loving commoners through the door: “Look, we have candles too! Take some, warm yourselves, bless your homes. And look — a virgin goddess!”

Imbolc’s goddess Brigid, who was later Christianised as St. Brigid was, like Christianity’s Mary, also considered a virgin (virgin as in one-in-herself and nothing to do with sexual chastity). Actually, Brigid is enshrined in many fascinating stories and symbols, and worthy of blog post herself. Another time. Suffice to say, spring was personified (the fancy word being ‘anthropomorphised’) by Pagans as the goddess in her budding, maiden form. By midsummer (summer solstice), she will be heavy with pregnancy just as the earth is pregnant with the coming harvest’s bounty.

Right, that’s enough for now. Next time, we’ll take a look at some of the rituals and festivities that accompany Imbolc and how you can celebrate it, too. After all, if you put a Christmas tree, wreath or Yule log out, why not celebrate Imbolc? Another opportunity to decorate your home, gather with friends, and feast once more! Meanwhile, here’s a couple more links for you to look at, whet your appetite:

The Chalice Centre: Wheel of the Year – Imbolc

Details of Marsden’s (Huddersfield, UK) Imbolc Fire Festival 2011

Click here to read An Introduction to Imbolc (Part 2).

UD ~

http://www.runningintomyself.com/

December 8, 2010

Return of the Goddess: The Emergence of Conscious Femininity

Our hands.

Literally and figuratively speaking, they keep us in touch with the subtleties, intimacies, and intricacies of Life. They allow us to grasp situations, hold onto what matters most, reach out to others. In our modern age of technology and mechanisation, however, all-too-many of us have unconsciously sacrificed our feeling values at the altar of Progress. The result? We’ve grown disconnected from our innermost selves, from one another, from the earth. Our lives, although more efficient, are unfeeling and isolated, cool and distant; our relationships, disconnected, unrelated, and unravelling at the seams.

But help, quite literally, is at hand.

The emergence of Conscious Femininity demands we reconnect with ourselves, with one another, with Nature. Conscious Femininity demands that, however stunted or withered our subtle/creative hands may be, we take back control of our lives and begin to shape something that expresses our inborn dream. Conscious Femininity demands we step out from behind the shadow of others and stop expecting our children, partners, loved ones, society, or Government to create and fulfil our lives on our behalves. In short, Conscious Femininity demands each of us rolls up our sleeves and dirty our hands in the Mud of Creation, plunge them into the healing Depths of Feeling.

Drawing on the fairytale of the Handless Maiden, and her personal transformative encounters with the Dark Feminine, author, teacher and scholar, Thea Euryphaessa (pr. yuri-fees-a), will explore how, in these times of increasing darkness and loss, we may bring together our head, hearts and hands in order to fashion an authentic life which incorporates feeling, values and logic.

'Handless Maiden' by Caz Love

Talks will take place over a period of three weeks commencing Sunday 9th January 2011 (continuing Sunday 16th and Sunday 23rd January), at The Monastery, Manchester (also known as Gorton Monastery). For details on how to find The Monastery, please click on this map. Alternatively, download a map with directions (PDF). Sessions will begin at 12 noon prompt in one of the Friary Rooms and will end by 3pm at the latest. Although the talks are free, a £5 donation towards the upkeep of The Monastery would be gratefully received.

Gorton Monastery

With Abundance, Peace & Blessings,

UD ~

http://runningintomyself.com

August 5, 2010

Watch the Skies: We Are Not Alone

There’s a prize (albeit, booby) for anyone who can match the blog title with the 1970′s movie…

Anyway, moving on.

Three years ago I spent the Summer in Santa Fe, New Mexico. For those familiar with my book, you’ll know it was the best of times and the worst of times. For those of you not familiar, I won’t go into the crap stuff here – after all, that’s what books are for. But one of the highlights had to be the vast, uninterrupted view of the night sky over the high desert: an awe-inspiring view further enhanced by the arrival of the Perseids Meteor Shower.

One night, while sat out on the balcony sipping margaritas, my boyfriend nipped inside for a top up. I was left to contemplate my speck of an existence against the eternally bejewelled backdrop of Orion, Sirius et al. My next memory was ducking, turning, and running for cover, screaming all the while. My boyfriend – obviously concerned – ran out to see what the ruckus was all about. It was roundabout that moment I felt like a first class idiot. I’d just seen a shooting star: or, to be more precise, a meteor. A great big one. Huge. In fact, I’m pretty sure it had teeth. I swear, I have never seen a falling star fall so low in all my margarita swilling days.

Santa Fe is over a mile above sea-level. Whether that had anything to do with the meteor’s low flying appearance, I don’t know; all I do know was it came within singeing distance – that was quite enough for me. Still, it’s an experience I shall never, ever forget. And it wasn’t the last of the Perseids I saw that Summer. We spent a couple of nights on the roof of our apartment block gawping as meteor after meteor fell from the heavens. My god it was spectacular.

Which brings me to the point of this blog.

The Perseids Meteor Shower are almost upon us (literally).  The Perseids is by far, the biggest and best meteor shower – full stop. It’s unashamedly showy. The following is taken from seasky.org:

‘The Perseids is one of the best meteor showers to observe, producing up to 60 meteors per hour at their peak. This year’s shower should peak on the night of August 12 and the morning of the 13th, but you may be able to see some meteors any time from July 23 – August 22. The radiant point for this shower will be in the constellation Perseus. The thin, crescent moon will be out of the way early, setting the stage for a potentially spectacular show. For best viewing, look to the northeast after midnight.’

Seriously, and I cannot stress this enough, if you have the opportunity to flee the incessant light pollution of the city and are able find a dark corner somewhere, it’s well worth camping out, staying up, and watching them. It’s magical. The kids will love it. You’ll love it. You’ll thank me. That’s if the pesky clouds stay out of the way.

Reconnect with Nature and watch as one of the greatest shows fall to earth.

Thanks for stopping by.

Thea E ~

March 20, 2010

Blessed Ostara

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Urban Deva’s on a rant:  Today was traditionally a day everyone celebrated – until the church distracted our attention with St Patrick’s Day.

So if you want to enter the true spirit of the season and reconnect with Nature, raise a toast with a delicious glass of mead (honey wine), adorn your home with white lilies which represented new life in pagan Greece and Rome (florists unaware of today’s significance are seriously missing a trick), and light a few white candles while you’re at it. This was also a day when folk got it on (ahem) – all about eggs and fertility. After all, if you don’t sow your seeds now, you’ll have nowt to harvest come Autumn…

Rant over. As you were.

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