Collectively Overcoming Painful Experiences

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Comment by Linda Mann on January 6, 2013 at 7:35pm

Everything is about the same.  Hubby still a pain.  Anytime something traumatic comes up HE JUST WON'D DEAL!!  Ignore and hope it goes away, or blame me.

Comment by Linda Mann on January 5, 2013 at 7:40pm

Mel, do you know I thought a new group somehow got added to my list......until I realized you changed things up a bit.  lol

Comment by Elspeth~Hedgewitch. on January 3, 2013 at 5:24am

Sorry to hear that Mel . Hugs x

Comment by Elspeth~Hedgewitch. on January 3, 2013 at 4:51am

Hoping that 2013 is a gentle and healing year for those in need x

Comment by Linda Mann on December 30, 2012 at 5:50pm

Magickal Graphics

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Comment by Minque Paw on December 24, 2012 at 5:13pm

COOOOL! It was sent to me so I shared.

Happy & Merry Christmas!!!

Comment by Minque Paw on December 20, 2012 at 2:22pm

‘Twas the Night Before Yule

‘Twas the night before Yule, and all through the Coven,
The cookies were baked and removed from the oven.
The bayberry candles were lit on the table,
The altar was wrapped in a new cloth of sable.

The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of Yuletime danced in their heads.
Their stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some presents soon would be there!

With Rocker in his new robe, and I in mine,
We were asking our Goddess her blessing divine.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our Circle to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, tripping over my sash,
My eyes were a-glamoured with a bright silver flash.
The moon on the breasts of the Goddess and God
Drew my eyes to behold the blessed Circle they trod.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the manifestations of all those we hold Dear.
The physical forms of those whom we pray to,
Even Saint Nick, and his miniature sleigh, too!

Jehovah, Mohammed, Shiva, Hera and Thor.
Zeus, Freya, Brahma, and many, many more.
All the Spiritual Entities who’d ever been mentioned.
Even some, like dear Loki, who sowed seeds of dissension.

They greeted each other with smile, warm and sweet.
Then, forming a Circle, they all took a seat.
With multiple Voices all joined as One,
The Corners were Called. And, when that was done.

The Chalice was passed from Hand to Hand.
Then, a blanket of silence enfolded the land.
A crystal clear Voice began to hold sway.
Which Deity spoke? I could not say.

But, clearly, I heard all the love in that Voice.
It caused my tired heart to take flight and rejoice.
“Our Children, it seems, have missed the whole point.
“We now join together, their hearts to anoint.

“Pour all of Our love O’er their hearts of stone.
“Let them see that together they’re never alone!
“Show them it matters not which of Us that they choose.
“Their sad hate and mistrust cause each of Us to lose!”

As I stood there transfixed, I could suddenly see
If we all stand as one, what a world this could be!
Put ALL of our differences well behind us.
Let the love of the Gods enfold and remind us.

We ARE all the same, though varied our skins.
We all dream the same dreams, we all sin the same sins.
With a look of enlightenment etched on my face,
I beheld all the Gods in Their glory and grace!

They all bowed Their heads then said “So mote it be!”
They all smiled at each Other bestowing winks on me.
One by One they disappeared from my sight.
Just the Goddess and God were left in the light.

As slowly They twinkled, fading by degree,
“Happy Yuletide to all!!
Blessed be times three!”

~Written by Mary, a.k.a. Wandering Poet, a.k.a.littlebit~

Comment by Linda Mann on December 3, 2012 at 7:46pm

Good to know.  After my dad died, my sister, well......stole just about everything.  Had I known what she was doing, I would have put a stop to it.  She had all my fathers accounts put in her and his names as joint accounts.  She dictated his life and said it was taking care of him.  Yes, she lived there. 

What hurts(I've moved past mad to hurt)is I would have never done that to her.  What I'm having difficulty with is the fact that my father most likely didn't love me.  Or didn't love me enough to fight for my rights.  All my life, she was his favorite.  I always knew it.  She diud what she wanted, never got in trouble.  When she was addicted to coke, my mother would beg him not to give her money.  Buy groceries, pay a bill, don't give her money.  When my mom was alive, she hid a lot from me about my sister and my dad.  After she died, I saw which way the wind blew.

The only way these days that I can deal with any of this is cutting her from my life.  I've changed my phone number.  Any mail gets sent back return to sender, and I've blocked her and her kids off fb.  At one point she was getting to me through their pages.  Forgivness may be a long time in coming if ever.  I feel betrayed and hurt.  And it's been a year or so.

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