It's the blood of the ancients

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Greetings,

It is the twilight of the seasons, when we slip

betwixt the worlds of

light and dark, day and night, warmth and cold. The

Sun rises and sets

lower in the sky, the days grow shorter and the

shadows long. Winter

looms. We are at the cusp of darkness and soon there

we must walk. A

passage we hope to come through renewed, a passage

not without risk.

" Hold on, hold on, through the darkness, until the

dawn. " *

Loss runs like a river through our lives, it is the

shadow companion

with which we take our earthly journey. Many are the

influences that

touch our journey: family, friends and fleeting

encounters, teachers,

leaders and distant heroes. Those that have passed

away live on in us

and we pass on that influence to others in an

unending chain. In this

season of the crone, we especially remember those who

lived long lives,

seeking their strength and wisdom. Step into the

darkening night and

speak their names, hear their reply.

" It's the blood of the ancients, that flows through

our veins

And the forms pass, but the circle remains the same. "

We shape this seasonal pause into celebration, the

public Halloween and

the pagan Samhain, Mexico's Day of the Dead and in

India, Divali, the

Hindu festival of lights and ancestors. The need has

been a part of

human life long before calendars. Falling halfway

between Autumn Equinox

and Winter Solstice, in more ancient eras it was

observed on a New

Moon at this time. In 2007, that New Moon is Friday,

November 9, in the

deep and mysterious sign of Scorpio.

" Though my soul may set in darkness it will rise in

perfect light;

I have loved the stars too dearly to be fearful of the

night. "

In this twilight time, especially in the last days of

the waning Moon,

souls can become unmoored, restless. Not all passages

are clean, not

every one has the energy to pass all at once. The

newly passed

sometimes lose their way. There are pieces here and

there, soul fragments

caught in limbo. You may know some of these souls,

souls of trauma, souls

who died unhappy, souls who left this life with their

energy weak.

" Element of fire, spirit of light, Essence of life,

awaken the night. "

Light a candle for them in these next three nights.

Lift them up in

your thoughts, move them forward. Burn copal or myrrh

to nourish them on

their way. Send them with love and compassion into

the mystery, know

that there can be faith even in the absence of

belief. Chant the last line

of the Heart Sutra, " Om, ga te, g ate, para ga te,

para sam ga te,

bodhi, svaha. "

" Gone, gone, gone beyond where the wisdom is. "

In these unmoored moments of annual twilight, the

illusion of time

loosens and we slip past the veil to know not only our

ancestors but

the oneness of all life. Look into the night sky, the

season is right.

Look for the eternal web of souls. Weave your

connections tonight.

peace. . . Amy

Spiritual freedom is my birthright.

I am a free thinker. I am able to rise above mental

prejudices and stereotypes of others.

I am a free thinker. Nobody and nothing can manipulate

me or deceive me.

I am a free thinker. I freely choose truth and love.

Today, I embrace a greater degree of spiritual

freedom.

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