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How Do You Know When a God Is a God?

Every pagan knows that there are gods walking among us: seen, unseen, and (most often of all, I suspect), seen but unrecognized.

So how do you tell when that radiantly beautiful guy across the street, or the old woman that just happened to whisper exactly the right thing in your ear, is one of us or one of...Them?

According to the sages of India, there are three things to look for.

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    Its true about Jesus of Nazareth (we.were.forced to watch it every Lent); Powell has these remarkable icy blue eyes, and not once

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Aquarius Moon 3 Card REVEAL

Here is the 3 card Elfin Ally Oracle REVEAL from yesterday’s Aquarius Moon post. Scroll down to read the oracle meanings for all 3 cards.

Aquarius Moon REVEAL

Mama Moon entered the Fixed, Air sign of Aquarius on Jan. 6 at 10:46 pm Pacific time until Jan. 9.

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    Glad to hear you're enjoying the Moon VIBES and thanks for commenting!

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Plough Monday Play

The liturgical calendar was essential in the medieval age but a lot of the older agricultural time markers found their place within it: Plough Monday was the Monday following the Epiphany (AKA The Twelfth Day of Christmas). One of the tradition associated with the day was another type of folk play. The existing plays are all from the northeast of England, but the tradition may have been more widely practised. Chambers tells us that the performers called themselves, 'Plough Jacks, Plough Jags...Plough Witchers and Morris Dancers' and woe betide the churl who turned them from his door, for they would plough up the ground before his door.

Like Mumming for the New Year, there was usually a mock battle and a healing, but there was an additional elements: sometimes the recruiting sergeant but most often, the Fool's Wooing. It was the last chance for a party as Plough Monday meant a return to work after the yuletide holidays. The Fool's Wooing gave an opportunity for fun and his wedding an excuse to ask for food and drink.

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Visions at Mt. Shasta, California

*An excerpt from, The Goddess Lives, poetry, prose and prayers in her honour, by Agnes Toews-Andrews.

It was spring, and I was in retreat at Mount Shasta, California when I discovered my connection to the goddess Ereshkigal, who had appeared to me in visions many years before. Ereshkigal was also a Niburian/humanoid hybrid who had been given Lower Africa known as the Lower World, as her domain.  She was the sister of Ishtar, (an incarnation of me,) a goddess who lived in Mesopotamia/Babylonia and was well known throughout the ancient empires.

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The Rose in Winter

It's the Eve of Russian Christmas. Perfumed with incense, the church is dark, lit only by candlelight.

I stand with the other worshipers, savoring the chewy Slavonic chant. For me, it is Midwinter's Eve all over again: we gather together in cavernous darkness, awaiting the Momentous.

After the service, we file forward. Wielding, with practiced deftness, a delicate little paintbrush, the priest anoints us, one by one.

As the bristles brush my brow, my nostrils fill with the ghostly fragrance of roses. In the heart of Midwinter, the voluptuous scent of Midsummer.

I think of Her who is called Rosa Mundi, Rose of the World, Mother of Witches.

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