First off, Blessed Flamma Vesta! For more information about this holy day, click on over to Hearth Fox Oracle to learn more.
Tonight is our Dark Moon Zoom ritual, at 8pm EST. I hope to see yall there!
But first, Baba Yaga has some wisdom to share... "Now that I have your attention..."
She has picked the womanrunes (this message ain't just for women). (TW: Self Harm)
The Circle - Rune of Self. Beginnings. Potential.
The Two Circles - Dividing.
The Witches Hat - Magick. Spells.
She says, "The moon is dark, hidden. Now is the time for magik, casting, removing that which does not belong. Whether it is in my beloved Ukraine, or in your self, home, your beloved place."
I see a sharp hand scythe and I can hear a sharp slice. She laughs, holding this crescent blade. Now I have one in my hand, and others around me have one, too. Family. Friends. Strangers. Community.
I now see myself with an ever changing body and face. This isn't just me, but many many others. We insert the sharp tip into our belly and slice upwards. With two hands, we open this wound, but no blood pours out. There are no organs. Only a dark void. Baba peers inside of us and rubs her chin. She reaches in and pulls out a lit match. Says it has "gone dirty, false light. Drama light. Misguided light. For too many."
She takes the match to a wooden table and lays it down. "See? No fire, because the flame is not there. Just lies and illusions. Scams. Pathetic." She spits on the match. It changes form turning into a nasty splinter dripping with pus.
She grabs a bottle and opens it, and pours the liquid into our open wound. It burns like hell! "Infected. This will clean you." She pours more and watches it work within us, as we scream in agony, but we do not fight it.
Soon the pain subsides, Baba continues to examine us. "Needs more time" Looks us in our eyes. "But this--" she gestures to the bottle, "--can't do it alone. You all have to work. Work together. Weave the magik, cast the spell. Heal the self. Heal together. Community. Family. Species." She stands and puts the bottle back and tosses the splinter into her fireplace. "First, destruction. Then healing, renewal, and growth. No one person can do it alone. Understand? No more excuses. All we hear is the whys people can't do something. Pathetic." She spits at our feet. "Do better. Enough complaining. Learn to be a community or perish."
Baba hands us a needle and thread. We split from one body, into many bodies, all holding the same needle and thread. Black and red thread. We turn to the person beside us, and begin to stitch up their wound, as they do for the person beside them, and so on. Helping one another. Healing one another. Community.
"This isn't just about one person. It's about you all. Get angry, but doing something, instead of lashing at the wrong person. Take a long hard look at yourselves instead--explore your anger. I bet you see yourself, your inactions at the core of your anger. Instead of beating yourself and others up, this is your opportunity to take action. Everyone has a job to do. Figure out yours and get to it. It's not laying there complaining and making excuses on your phones. It's not beating yourself or feeling sorry and helpless! If you can breathe, you can do something. Even if it's just good thoughts, prayers, spell work. If no actions, then stop complaining and expecting others to do it. Whether it's other humans or us."
She shows us going into the darkness, searching, learning, and finding the true flames. The true flames that help us find others who're lost, hurting, afraid. If they are not able to find their true flames, those who have, guide them. "Don't just leave them there to suffer. Infected. Help them."
"We show the way," a Torch Bearer says. "It's your turn."
"Sheath your blades. You will need them again," Baba says. "Be you use them for healing yourself and others or killing yourselves. You will use the blade again. Hopefully for the right reasons."
She walks over to the porch of her chicken hut. "Your choice. We will exist on regardless of what species calls on us." She uses her hooked staff to grab onto the post of her porch, and the hut stands up.
"So many of you claim to care about your fellow human, yet you do nothing to help them. You sit on your screens and use them as reasons why you're not doing anything. You speak on their behalf, and fight each other, put each other down. But do you help those you speak for? Rarely. They are your excuses. Your weapons to hurt others. Pathetic. Do better! You have it within you to change. Instead of talking for them, turn around actually help them. Go out into your communities--into their communities and actively help them, instead of shaming others for doing nothing, while you sit and do nothing. You are projecting. The way to stop that is to act. Prove yourself to yourself, and to them that you claim to care for! Virtual is virtual." She sits in her old rocker and continues knitting a gray-blue blanket, with her long sharp claws, and the hut walks away, leaving us in the darkness, beside a fire.
Is is a small campfire, but with so much potential...and no signs of giving up. This is the human spirit. It is not dim or struggling to feed and breathe. It is strong...for now. But without someone to feed it, it will die out, too. It needs others to survive.
We all look up at each other, acknowledging the wisdom given. Acknowledging ourselves and those beside us.
So community, what is your answer? An excuse, a complaint, helplessness, anger, frustrations...or ideas, inspirations, plans, actions?
Take a bit to think about this. Art, meditate, journal, whatever, and explore Baba's message.
Thank you Baba Yaga. I will certainly take your words heart and do my best to figure out what I can do to help myself and my communities. It doesn't have to be something huge, like starting a charity or joining the military, becoming a therapist, clergy, or giving beyond your means. It can be little things--or things that seems little now, but cause a ripple that grows. Things that better you and those around you.
If you have kids it could be raising them to be better than our generation.
It could be taking care of yourself, so you don't add to the dysfunction.
Watching your thoughts, your words.
Giving a couple of dollars to a charity.
Spreading a bit of kindness.
Trying to understand some who may annoy you.
Explore your own emotions.
Giving people some grace.
Checking up on a neighbor.
Be a helper.
- Hearth Foxlynx
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