THE BADGER January 2018

THE BADGER The Badger is a fierce animal, very much respected and honored both in Northern American Native traditions and in European Celtic ones.

A badger will not let go and will continue tenaciously to look for another way to tackle his/her goal, just like a good healer will not let go his/her search until the best solution is found for the person in need. Badgers have their homes underground, so that they can go to the roots of things, the good healer does the same and keeps looking until she/he can find the most profound reason for a dis-ease or a psychological issue.

We use the term healer in the very broad sense of somebody who takes care of a another person, be it a MD, a nurse, a psychotherapist, a physiotherapist, a masseuse, a spiritual healer.

Whenever there is a person in need and somebody who takes care of her/him, that is a healer.

Sometimes the need is subtler and more profound than a simple medical intervention, the human touch is needed and it really is the Panacea that cures all diseases.

We believe all artistic expressions in their beauty, science for everyday life, spirituality, philosophy, food and the healing arts are beneficial to restoring that balance, health and sense of worth that each and every human being deserves.

We offer you THE BADGER, the persistent healer, all the articles come from experts in different fields, each person has his/her own idea of what a balanced life is, they are here to pass on information, give inspiration, receive your comments, suggestions, contributions.

Each human being holds in his/her hands at least one of the keys, let's continue our quest!

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Year 4 Volume 1

January 2018 Dear Readers, It is the beginning of a New Year, we are happy to celebrate it with you.

This volume marks the beginning of our 4th year of discoveries and keys to well being, thank you for your presence with us.

In the stillness and silence of nature, we can listen to the deep voice of spirit calling us to reflection and preparation for the future seasons of work.

In the crystal clear sound of the ice breaking under our soles we recognize the truth of existence and its teachings, let's take a walk in the white landscape of winter time, so that our souls can be refreshed and renewed by its purity.

Happy New Year!

Antonella Vicini Director THE BADGER Quarterly LTD Cover photo and graphic lay out Antonella Vicini

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CONTENTS The Mystic Into the Matter Poetry Readers'corner Voices from the Stars

Antonella Vicini Andrea Exo Sappho Roberta La Monica Laura Bottagisio

Magic!

Adrian Rooke

Becoming Medicine

David Kopacz

Integrating

Elisa Stranieri

Quilting Away

Lida Perry

CONTENTS Psycho Aromatherapy Apothecary Food is our Ally Travelling South Drawing Around the Yew Angels Story Telling Photo Graphy

Renato Tittarelli Jo Dunbar Daniele Sampalmieri Raffaella Vicini Roberta La Monica A. Rooke and J. Dunbar Rosana Liera Bianca Veronica Gianluca Gasparini

CONTENTS Dermoreflexology

S. Fumagalli e F. Gandini

Namaste

Giosie Colagrossi

The Nature of Druidry

Philip Carr Gomm

Entertaining Interlude

Cesira Borromei

Witnessing

Nunzio Sampalmieri

The Authors

short bios and photos

Thanks

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THE MYSTIC PATH Antonella Vicini Mystic is a precious word, I have heard it spoken and I have spent much time reading about it.

What does it mean?

What does it mean to me, in my life?

Is it still relevant in people's lives?

I will endevour to answer these questions drawing on my personal experience and the many people and books that have shared their wisdom with me.

We may have an image of a very old wise man, rarely a woman, who lives away from society, perhaps in the wilderness, alone with his meditation and contemplation. Somebody different and special, already detached from life and its vagaries, its commitments and attachments.

In other words, somebody that we are not going to meet in our daily life, but only in some special places/times, perhaps not even in this same time and age we live in.

This definition though seems lacking to me. If I believed it to be true, then the blessings of the mystic would only belong to other eras, or would happen in very far away and inaccessible places, thus they would have no relevance to my life.

As usual, when I want to understand something deeply, I go back to the roots, to the first meaning of the word. You may call it my philologist background.

So I checked the origin of this word in modern languages, I found its roots in ancient Greek: myste is an initiate, somebody who has received an initiation into the mysteries, a word that actually has the same ethimology since it also comes from the verb muo that means to close eyes and mouth.

What is an initiation? A door, an opening into a new area of discovery and growth. Often an initiation marks the beginning of a new path in life. In ancient times there were many stages of initiation that marked our lives as rites of passage: from childhood into adulthood, as men and women, from adulthood into the old and wise age.

These momentous times were honored, respected, ritualized and celebrated both in families and in communities at a social level.

We still have some echoes of these "initiations" in the festivities for 15/16 years old, or at 18 as becoming of age, in marriages as public celebrations of entering a new adult phase, in the shared religious ceremonies marking the entrance into the religious community of our families (such as baptism, communion, confirmation in the Catholica Church).

Having said all this, who can give initiations?

Only somebody who has already received it, or as Plotinus wrote: « Τοῦτο δὴ ἐθέλον δηλοῦν τὸ τῶν μυστηρίων τῶνδε ἐπίταγμα, τὸ μὴ ἐκφέρειν εἰς μὴ μεμυημένους, ὡς οὐκ ἔκφορον ἐκεῖνο ὄν, ἀπεῖπε δηλοῦν πρὸς ἄλλον τὸ θεῖον, ὅτῳ μὴ καὶ αὐτῷ ἰδεῖν εὐτύχηται. » “This is the meaning of the famous rule of the mysteries: Do not divulge anything to the non initiates”.

Since the Divine must not be divulged, it was forbidden to manifest it to others, unless they had already had the chance to contemplate it.”

(Plotino, Enneads, VI, 9, 11) The initiate is alone in front of the mystery, that in itself is the initiation.

Such an experience cannot be talked about, unless another person has had a similar direct experience of it.

What happens to the myste, the initiate who covers his eyes and mouth?

Thus symbolically opening the eyes of inner vision and entering the silence of real contemplation.

The "experience" of the divine/transcendental/spiritual dimensions of life is life changing, this is a real initiation into a new awareness and appreciation of life.

Considered in this way the mystic experience is accessible and open to anybody who is willing to walk on this path of discovery through direct revelation.

The truth is ineffable, that's why, even if scholars can tell us a lot about the ancient and more recent mystery schools, their organizations and rituals, nobody can tell us what these were really like, because we lack the direct experience of them, only that experience would make the numerous keys easy to interpret as milestones along our life paths.

Whatever the form of mysticism: union with nature, with a deity, with a spiritual figure, the outcome is a profound sense of reverence and respect for life the world over.

Hence the silence that follows real initiation and understanding.

As my teacher Joseph Rael, repeatedly says in his books and oral teachings: we walk on our understanding, we need literally to perceive our world upside down to have a real understanding of it.

Our walk, then, needs to be in alignement with our talk.

In the case of such direct and profound experience the walk becomes silent about the experience and full of action to make it real in every day life.

The Buddhist have a perfect expression when they say that first we have a mental understanding of the teachings, only with much practice we "realize" the teachings, thus we make them real to us with every day actions, whatever they may be.

Mystics have said the same words and lived in similar ways everywhere on planet earth.

Some may have been hermits, many more were and are part of society, living life fully and leaving a legacy of their chosen path both in public and in private.

An initiate of life, a true mystic, goes beyond definitions, boundaries, religions. For him/her all creatures are equal and worthy of respect, because he/she has experienced them in their vibrational/multidimensional true essence, where we are all one.

Descending or ascending into the heart expands our infinite capacity for love and real understanding, there we receive all the initiations and knowledge.

There in the silence and light of direct revelation , the mystic kneels down in awe of cosmic greatness.

Antonella Vicini

INTO THE MATTER Imbalance Andrea Exo If we listen to the teachings of the wise ones, the qabala the different religious and mystic disciplines, we can see the great relevance accorded to balance. The correct balancing.

If we look at the central pillar (the spirit – androgynous), this is placed between the pillar of mercy (fire element – masculine) and the pillar of severity(element water – feminine). Balancing everything with its opposite (marriage) is considered the key to let go of all assumptions or illusions, thus finding harmony among things.

Is it true?

We know that every spiritual or phylosophical system put together by man is in his image. Therefore, it is natural (although perhaps illusory) that in a world where light and darkenss, war and peace, or feminine and masculine alternate, the scale can find its balance placing the same weights on both dishes.

Yet, if this were the logic that created the universe, we would not exist.

The most recent studies about the nature of space indicate how the asymmetry between matter and anti matter was the reason for our existance.

Let's take the particle of Hydrogen and the particle of anti-hydrogen. The difference is simple: one is positive, one is negative. If we combine them together they become pure energy and disappear from their material form (annihilation).

At this point we would like to remind our readers that the difference between matter and energy is only a question of density and frequence, from a certain point of view the myth of unlimited light (Ain Suph Aur) that precedes the manifestation and precipitates in matter (malkuth) is surprisingly coherent with Einstein's relativity theory and precedes by millenia the actual studies on particle physics.

When Brahma started to breathe, the action translated by science as Big Bang theory, it didn't generate the same quantity of matter and antimatter.

Matter seemed to have won, this allowed the cosmos to become as it is now. Otherwise, after the initial sparkle, everything would have returned exactly as it was before and nothing would have become manifest.

As above so below, as Hermes Trismegistus used to say, if we observe our Earth, our society, our bodies, we can notice that everything works thanks to asymmetry and imbalance.

Let's look at out Earth: the sun lights up only one part that warms up, while the other one gets cold, day and night. This asymmetry generates the winds: the cold air and the warm air move and mix looking for and yet never finding peace (on a global scale). This allows the clouds to form, the rain to fall and the clear sky to appear. The glaciers can challenge the deserts, the same research for balance moves the tides, they can exist because they do not find such balance.

Looking at our society, we can see how different needs and skills allow our economy to exist: need and offer. Somebody doesn' t know how to do something, so he looks for personnell, who will help him/her for a salary.

If everybody could do everything, if everybody were rich in the same way, or had the same field to cultivate, the same house, the same beauty.... what would we have? Just a colourless reality, without challenges and passion.

The push towards greater wealth and progress are the fires that infuse the arms and minds leading society. Such a fire is quenched by the waters of common sense that reminds us not to exaggerate in challenging nature beyond its regenerative ability.

When we look at our body, we have a heart that beats faster when we are in love or when we are sad, it finds rest only when asleep.

Isn't love the daze of the senses that fires up our spirit?

Isn't hatred the exaltation of our animal strength?

What moves a man towards a woman and viceversa, if not the imbalance, our folly and feelings? What happens when a couple is bored, loses its desire, eventually finds division? Isn't this the time when this crazy alternating between desire and satisfaction ends?

The central pillar and the search for balance are a mean, but not and end.

There are windless days, as there are days without work or passion. Are these great days? They are certainly needed: to meditate, to reflect on our goals, to rest and restart. However, the very need to restart and move is an imbalance, an asymmetry, a displacement.

This is what defines us and allows us to exist.

The trick for a serene life is not arriving to quiet and stillness, but knowing the dance of life so well, that we can recognize when we are too far from the fire or from water and we risk ending up burnt or drowned.

Andrea Exo Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

THE NOMAD MODE Leaving a home to go back home Fredric Lehrman I recently sold my home of 37 years for a series of complex reasons, one of which was this that it seemed the right time to do it.

Over the decades I had filled the 2700 square feet structure that comprised 3 levels, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, a photo studio, a large office that sometimes became a classroom, a very full two car garage, and a high-ceilinged living room with art, musical instruments, 3000 books, numerous boxes and file cabinets loaded with photographs, correspondence, recordings on everything from vinyl to dvd to memory sticks, three active computers, and lots of clothes going all the way back to 1964. Oh, and I forgot to mention all the furniture, lamps, linens, towels, shampoo ‌ you get the picture.

The sale closed on July 20, and I had sixty days to move out. Even though I had help from several friends, it actually took 64 days, during which my entire habit pattern was suspended and devoted to pack, pack, pack, and three separate days of moving everything into storage. I got a lot of exercise climbing stairs and lifting heavy boxes, lost a few pounds, and went through various forms of stress and aggravation with the inconveniences of things getting lost in the rush and chaos.

When I finally left, all personal connections other than memories had been removed from the premises, and the new owners had a neutral space to remodel to their own preferences. I went directly into being a guest at a home 6 miles away, sharing with 4 other residents including the owner who had invited me there. I had not had time during the three months of selling and vacating the house to decide where to begin to search for a new place for myself.

After a few days of recuperation, I began to realize that what I had called “HOME” was really not a place, but rather a feeling of knowing where everything is. I had over 60 big boxes of all my “stuff” (clothing, tools, and personal items) and I soon realized that the movers had not followed all my directions in organizing all of that plus all the furniture inside the now 800 square feet of floor space and 9 feet of height to pack everything into.Now I knew where the stuff was stored, but not in which box any of the specific stuff that I might need on a given day was to be found. Also, keeping that stuff in those storage spaces was very expensive, but until I went through all of it again and reorganized everything there was no better place to put it.

In the three months since I moved in, my new location has been very convenient and friendly, but the job of sorting everything out has just begun. Yesterday, by popular demand, my Steinway grand piano was moved into my “temporary” communal home (several of us are musical), and that has inspired me to practice music again and to begin to write and connect with the world. But as we approach the New Year a few days away, I feel that my feeling is not limited to personal circumstances. The entire world is in transition to an unprecedented degree, and perhaps my sense of things slipping out of control is being felt by everyone who is paying attention to the increasing velocity of change, whether social, political, economic, technical…or climate.

In my 1988 book entitled“The Sacred Landscape,” I mentioned seeing a sign that appeared to have on it a single word: “H…O....M…..E….”

But approaching it more closely, I saw that those letters were each the first of a set of four words, spelling out the phrase, Here On Mother Earth.

Powerful, simple, and true.

Adaptation to change has always been an essential element for our survival on this amazing planet. The longest existing cultures have had the view that they “belong” to the Earth, not the other way around. For the Aboriginals of Australia, a continuous culture for at least 40,000 years, as evidenced by dating of rock paintings in what is now the central desert of that continent, can still demonstrate that their people have known how to live comfortably and respectfully in conversation with Nature, never forgetting that it is our host and our support.

It is a culture that still sings to the land, honoring the trees and rocks and animals as relatives and fellow residents. Living that tradition has felt safe, happy, and comfortable in an environment we would think of as uninhabitable without modern conveniences. They leave no trace of their presence in the form of permanent structures. Their hunting practices are only for what is sufficient. Even their idea of “property” expresses this sense of sufficiency. In the pure un-Westernized Christmas tribal lifestyle the average individual might have 7 items that “belong” to them, and that number includes all their clothing and personal tools. They do not live“in” the desert; they live as part of it.

I grew up in the center of Manhattan, as far from that desert as I could be.

I lived in towers of brick with metal veins circulating water and wire nervous systems bringing electricity for power. I needed a radio to hear about the rest of the world and a telephone to call my friends.

Some members of the ancient tribes of Australia and South America that I have met can still use telepathy to hunt and to communicate with each other. It is a normal skill for them. They see aspects of reality that are invisible to us. Remote and virtually unknown cultures such as the Achuar of the Ecuadorian rainforest have actually psychically visited bewildered modern Americans and called on them to come to find their shamans in the rainforest. They were sensing that both our societies were in trouble and wanted to talk with us. (See https://www.pachamama.org)

When I first went to Australia in the mid 1980s I met Burnum Burnum, an Aboriginal elder who had been raised and educated in a missionary school.

He told me one story that still haunts me.

He said that a group of tribal leaders from one of the few remaining pure desert tribes had been invited on an all expense paid trip to New York to receive medals of acknowledgement at the United Nations as representatives of indigenous people from all over the world. They decided to go to see the strange land, and spent a week in North America.

On returning home, they immediately returned to the desert, where their families and friends were waiting to hear all about the trip. They told of their reception at the United Nations and described what life was like in New York City. As quoted by Burnum Burnum, they said in answer to a question about the people they had met: “They are very friendly and helpful, but they live in so much confusion, always worrying about everything, and with no true understanding. They have cars and machines and many ways of working almost all the time. But they have nothing!

It is sad. But here‌ we have everything!�

I find myself at a moment of opportunity to flow into the new world that is calling us to find it, to step forward across this moment of acceleration and confusion between what we knew and what we are beginning to see and feel that had been invisible to us until now.

Going back is not an option.

If you are feeling anything like this yourself, I tell you that you are on the right track. It is confusing when the profoundly new begins to mix with what has been for so long. The word “con-fusion” literally means “with fusion” as when two streams join to form a new river. It is the gateway of learning.

I wrote of this in an earlier article in this publication, and will continue to share with you some of the changes as I go ahead to do my work in a new way for a new world. I do not know where I will land, but I realize that, in another sense, I am always home.

Once when I was a traveling teacher in a new city, a person asked: “Are you living here now?

I replied:“I’m living, and I’m here.”

Fredric Lehrman

POETRY Hymn to Aphrodite Ποικιλόθρον᾽ ὰθάνατ᾽ ᾽Αφροδιτα, παῖ Δίοσ, δολόπλοκε, λίσσομαί σε μή μ᾽ ἄσαισι μήτ᾽ ὀνίαισι δάμνα, πότνια, θῦμον. ἀλλά τυίδ᾽ ἔλθ᾽, αἴποτα κἀτέρωτα τᾶσ ἔμασ αύδωσ αἴοισα πήλγι ἔκλυεσ πάτροσ δὲ δόμον λίποισα χρύσιον ἦλθεσ ἄρμ᾽ ὐποζεύξαια, κάλοι δέ σ᾽ ἆγον ὤκεεσ στροῦθοι περὶ γᾶσ μελαίνασ πύκνα δινεῦντεσ πτέῤ ἀπ᾽ ὠράνω αἴθεροσ διὰ μέσσω. αῖψα δ᾽ ἐχίκοντο, σὺ δ᾽, ὦ μάσαιρα μειδιάσαισ᾽ ἀθάνατῳ προσώπῳ, ἤρἐ ὄττι δηὖτε πέπονθα κὤττι δἦγτε κάλημι κὤττι μοι μάλιστα θέλω γένεσθαι μαινόλᾳ θύμῳ, τίνα δηὖτε πείθω μαῖσ ἄγην ἐσ σὰν φιλότατα τίσ τ, ὦ Πσάπφ᾽, ἀδίκηει; καὶ γάρ αἰ φεύγει, ταχέωσ διώξει, αἰ δὲ δῶρα μὴ δέκετ ἀλλά δώσει, αἰ δὲ μὴ φίλει ταχέωσ φιλήσει, κωὐκ ἐθέλοισα. ἔλθε μοι καὶ νῦν, χαλεπᾶν δὲ λῦσον ἐκ μερίμναν ὄσσα δέ μοι τέλεσσαι θῦμοσ ἰμμέρρει τέλεσον, σὐ δ᾽ αὔτα σύμμαχοσ ἔσσο.

Ψάπφω VII – VI BCE

Shimmering-throned immortal Aphrodite, Daughter of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee, Spare me, O queen, this agony and anguish, Crush not my spirit Whenever before thou has hearkened to me-To my voice calling to thee in the distance, And heeding, thou hast come, leaving thy father's Golden dominions, With chariot yoked to thy fleet-winged coursers, Fluttering swift pinions over earth's darkness, And bringing thee through the infinite, gliding Downwards from heaven, Then, soon they arrived and thou, blessed goddess, With divine contenance smiling, didst ask me What new woe had befallen me now and why, Thus I had called the.

What in my mad heart was my greatest desire, Who was it now that must feel my allurements, Who was the fair one that must be persuaded, Who wronged thee Sappho?

For if now she flees, quickly she shall follow And if she spurns gifts, soon shall she offer them Yea, if she knows not love, soon shall she feel it Even reluctant.

Come then, I pray, grant me surcease from sorrow, Drive away care, I beseech thee, O goddess Fulfil for me what I yearn to accomplish, Be thou my ally.

Sappho VII – VI BCE

READERS' CORNER Cantico del Dio Amore Oggi nel silenzio Della luna silente e brava Mi sono persa in una stella Vagabonda Che gridando luce Dai tetti spioventi Piano schiudeva petali Di sogno.

E poi rimbalzanti grilli, Persi dal canto Suonano per farfalle Sopite ( dal vento) Ecco le fate Belle Dei boschi attigui Sospirare al vento Ballate d’amore E gnomi ciechi Guidati dall’intermittente Profumo Colgono lucciole e fragole Da portare in dono.

Come venature Di legni ritorti Fluisce il pensiero Rivolto agli amanti Rincorrendo linee Nel tempo confuso.

Giocano i bimbi Sognando fiocchi ( Di colore) E fiammelle di frutti Già maturi Scaldano il rinverdire

Di giovani amori.

Danza la vita Al ritmo che pulsa Senza macchia Non vedo Il candore Bella balla la luna Ora dorme Con il cantico Del Dio Amore

Roberta La Monica

Love God's song Today in the silence of the moon silent and good I got lost in a star wandering she was shouting light from the inclined roofs slowly she was opening petals of dreams.

And then bouncing crickets, lost in their songs sing for butterflies asleep (from the wind) here are the fairies beautiful from the nearby woods they sigh to the wind love ballads and blind gnomes guided by the flickering Scent pluck fireflies and strawberries

to give as gifts.

Like veneers of bent up wood flows the thought towards the lovers chasing lines in the confused(?) time.

Playing are the children dreaming garlands (of colors) and small flames and fruits already ripe they warm up the green of young loves.

Life dances at the pulsating rythm without stain I do not see the whiteness beautiful dances the moon now she sleeps with the song of Love God.

Roberta La Monica Translation Antonella Vicini

VOICES FROM THE STARS Jupiter in Scorpio Soul Awakening Laura Bottagisio “Then silently entering the heart of things that is inside us more than anywhere else!�

This is the message sent by Jupiter during its passage accross Scorpio. This planetary transit will last about one year.

Jupiter, the planet of joy and abundance, has entered Scorpio in October, the time when (in the northern hemisphere where Astrology was conceived) nature shuts itself inside and does not give signs of life anymore.

What a pity we modern human beings have almost entirely lost our connection to the heart of the Earth which produces these visible changes, since they are the tangible signs of the cyclic changes in the world of forms.

Due to its nature, Matter needs to regenerate itself continuosly in order to welcome and contain the ever new information from the subtle world.

Regenerating means conceiving oneself in a new way, but this is extremely difficult for us because we cannot overcome the taboo called Death.

Daily we are reminded by mass media about the many deaths of our brothers and sisters around the world, killed by our dissonance with the Law of Love that governs the entire universe infusing it with harmony and brotherhood!

Yet, even if the word death is well known, speaking about our death is still an impossible taboo to overcome, as if it were a fear grabbing our bodies and creating fear of life! What a useless dilemma!

At this time we need to open a door in this taboo and dismantle it entirely.

Only in this way we will be able to appear free in front of ourselves, our deepest part.

The Zodiac, as wheel of time, describes this process like an important alchemical message where death, as we know, is defeated so that the winning strength of life can take its place! What we need to understand is that death is life!

The benevolent Jupiter accompanies us in this adventure: in October it left Lybra and has dived into Scorpio; this triad Virgo – Lybra – Scorpio, with the help of Jupiter transit, can activate this process of liberation from our fear of death.

THE ZODIAC The wheel of the Zodiac has not always included 12 signs.

In ancient times it was made of the eight elements that signalled the eight seasonal phases: solstices, equinoxes, intermediate times. They were later adopted by the Celtic and native traditions that both lived in total connection with the earthly and heavenly forces.

Through the observation of the sky, the ancient ones noticed that the sun, in its yearly path, both changed its inclination and also aligned with precise stars and always passed through the same clusters of stars.

From these observations, made in Mesopotamia, the cradle and origin of Astrology, the proper Zodiac was born. To the initial eight phases two more were added, that were later named following the corresponding constellations.

Subsequently Virgo and Lybra were added.

In this way the Zodiac of twelve signs was created, perfect description of the cosmic becoming from the earth point of view.

The symbiosis between the changes of the yearly Sun path on the horizon and its alignement with the stars is represented in the Zodiac Wheel, which is a tool used to measure our physical and spiritual transformation and the evolution of our consciousness.

VIRGO and LYBRA The need to add two more pearls to the necklace of time, Virgo and Lybra, was the need for the psyche to understand the reasons of the descent of the soul into matter and, consequently, the release of attachments at the time of its return to the subtle levels.

We are now living the end of the Kali Yuga, the most materialistic era, when consciousness has cancelled itself into matter. From it, it will eventially be reborn more shining and luminous than before, since this is the evolutionary step that we are called to take: the triadic sequence of Virgo – Lybra – Scorpio suggests how we can achieve this goal.

Virgo is an earth sign, its function is anchoring the soul to the physical body, where it will live for its entire existance. Thanks to such form, the soul can experiment its individuality melting with its chosen role in this lifetime and playing it in the best possible way.

The glyph  describes the three clothes that cover the soul with form: physical, mental, astral.

But when the materializing function of Virgo is excessive, the soul doesn't remember its heavenly origin anymore and it identifies itself entirely with its tridimensional density.

From this attitude arises the need for lightening up, taking more space, letting go of rule and habits.

It is the task of Lybra, an air sign, to lead all back to balance, opening the view and acting as a pivot between the visible territory of Virgo and the invisible space of Scorpio.

On the two plates of Lybra  the soul is weighed; according to the ancient Egyptian rites the soul needed to weigh like a feather in order to return to its heavenly abode. This was a metaphor for the need to let go of all attachments, before any transformation can happen.

The Zodiac explains that from Aries to Virgo the soul descends into matter, with Lybra it begins to climb back and transcend the form, yet it lives in it.

JUPITER in SCORPIO In the following step, Scorpio, the soul leaves behind all the superflous and superficial, letting go of any limitations and useless connections.

Scorpio, a water sign, governs the astral world inhabited by emotions. Its glyph  indicates the letting go of toxins accumulated in the three planes: physical Virgo, mental Lybra, emotional Scorpio.

Then and only them can we regenerate ourselves and be reborn from the ashes of our old self in order to activate and manifest our real essence, our self, the I AM. The Scorpio symbology of death/rebirth indicates this: freeing the soul from the chains of joyless daily life. The sequence of three zodiac symbols shows us this process.

According to the method of zodiac reading created by Lisa Morpurgo, each sign is ruled by three clear planets and by a fourth one defined “in trasparence”. This fourth planet works trying to add the appropriate virtue to consciousness in order to overcome the biological conditioning present in the sign itself.

The biological survival conditioning of Scorpio is “ I Hide and I Hide myself”, from this attitude there is a certain inclination towards manipulation and cheating in order to accumulate and have power.

However, the planet that acts “in transparence” in Scorpio is the Sun itself: source of light, life and truth! Overcoming the conditioning of accumulating power means being reborn in the light of the soul, gaining back the light of the soul and its shining splendour that can create in the material world thanks to its connection with the invisible world of Light.

The transit of Jupiter in Scorpio is the highest point of a period began about two years ago, when the planet entered Virgo and later Lybra.

When the Sun entered Scorpio (last October), it found Jupiter there to welcome it, so that it could be clothed in its vibrant positive energy.

It is the image of our heart activated by a new light that reassures us so that we can open trustingly to life.

Jupiter will transit in the sign for about one year, opening conversations with the other planetary forces now active, they will be examined in the next articles.

Jupiter invites to listen to our silence, since only in that space we can find the sound of our awakened soul.

Are we ready for this rebirth?

Laura Bottagisio Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

MAGIC! Adrian Rooke

Friday, the 10th of December was one of the most important and meaningful days in my ritual calendar and are perhaps one of the most significant events that occur within my ritual life.

That was the day we went cutting the mistletoe for the OBOD winter gathering.

JJ, Fleur and I headed for the apple orchard nestling on the slopes of the ancient valley of Chew, just a couple of miles from Stanton Drew stone circle. The owner of the orchard, a lady called Bryony, generously bestows upon us this gift of harvesting as much of the sacred plant as we need, to decorate Glastonbury Town Hall and for 150 or so druids to take a piece back to their homes, groves and seed groups, to bring the blessings of All Heal (Mistletoe) into their own solstice ceremonies.

The whole experience of honouring the apple trees, which have acted as hosts for this sacred plant, was, as always, a moving and timeless experience that transported my senses back thousands of years ago to a time of no cars, no electricity, air pollution, shopping malls, and no people other than we three, and the Spirits of Place.

The four deer that bolted for cover, watched from hidden places, and the beautiful silence was broken only by our intoning of the Awen, and the blessings and prayers that we offered to the elemental beings, who were so obviously present. The deep sense of following in this ancient tradition and being so connected to the land was at the very least, profound and at best totally transformative.

Myself, JJ and Fleur were intrinsically connected to the spirits of the trees, of ancestral ghosts, to the hawk of dawn souring in the clear pure sky above the apple orchard, to the beautiful flash of the cobalt blue wings of the jay as he flitted from tree to tree.

Everything made for a snapshot of real magic.

Time out of time.

Mistletoe was known as all heal by our ancestors, Medical science, is at this moment exploring possible cures for cancer from within the secrets of this mysterious plant that lives between the heavens and the mother Earth.

The sperm-like goo, from the squashed berries, offers us a glimpse of new beginnings, new life to come forth from the rebirth of our mighty Sun god (son of God) on the 21st of December.

This Plant has an intrinsic relationship with its hosts although predominantly a parasitical experience for the tree, the berries are of great importance to a variety of Birds, in deep midwinter when nourishment is scarce. It prefers to grow upon the Apple, the Oak, in very rare circumstance the Ash, sometimes Poplars and can even be seen occasionally in Hawthorn.

It was said that the ancients would harvest the mistletoe from the Oak using a golden sickle. We came close in that we did have a sickle, but for simplicity resorted to using a tiny golden saw.

We prevented some of our harvest from touching the ground until that point in our ritual whereby, after 5 other druids had blessed the assembled throng in their native language which included French, Flemish, Irish, Welsh and English, we symbolically touched our fruits to the land, thus impregnating our mother with next year’s harvest.

At that moment, I felt her tremble, and that almost orgasmic reaction rushed through my whole body.

When we gathered behind the stage to hug and to disrobe, I was touched to see that like myself, most of us had tears of joy running down our faces.

The joy in watching the assembled Druids, collecting the Mistletoe to take away to their individual grove`s gave me a warm inner smile, some of our harvest went all over Europe and has even sprouted on trees in Holland and other countries as some have chosen to smear the berry’s on the trees in their own gardens .

May All Heal bless us all and bring peace throughout the whole world.

Adrian Rooke

BECOMING MEDICINE Initiation David Kopacz When I was working on an ending for our book Walking the Medicine Wheel, I had a long phone conversation with Joseph Rael about dark matter, Joseph, as an aside said to me: “Take a book, any book off your shelf and look at it, open it up and look at it.”

I thought that he was now going to tell me to re-structure our book in a logical way, as I had been considering.

He continued, “See how it is structured and organized, logical, linear – that is what we don’t want!”

First I felt shocked, then laughed, then a sense of relief that I didn’t have to make the book into a perfect linear structure. It was like an initiation. I went back to the manuscript and wrote “Ending is Beginning.”

The fundamental structure of initiation, as described in anthropology and religious studies is: separation, initiation, and return. This is the basis for what Joseph Campbell calls “the hero’s journey,” we separate from the known world, cross a threshold, enter the unknown world, we triumph and yet we are destroyed, we are reborn, we cross a return threshold and return to the known world, only now transformed by our experiences.

When Joseph Rael speaks of becoming a visionary, he means that we leave (separate from) ordinary reality and are initiated into non-ordinary reality and then we return in a transformed state, carrying sacredness from the center of the medicine wheel.

He writes that a human being is a “medicine bag” in which we carry holy “objects,” (Being & Vibration, 69). Returning to the Source of our being is healing and we carry this healing back with us in the medicine bag of our hearts.

The process of becoming medicine consists in moving back and forth between realities and carrying non-ordinary reality back with us in our hearts into ordinary reality.

This is the same thing as becoming a visionary. A visionary is someone who develops the ability to “see” (perceive/experience) non-ordinary reality in the midst of ordinary reality.

Ordinary reality arises out of non-ordinary reality.

In ordinary reality, we perceive ourselves as matter.

Ordinary reality can be seen as just the tip of the iceberg – a moment frozen in time, the “particle view of reality” rather than the wave function essence of reality.

We know from what physicists tell us that light behaves both as a particle and as a wave.

To the extent that we are becoming medicine, we add to our particle-ness a function of wave-ness. Or we move from identifying as a particle, a “thing,” to being the process of waving, of moving through the Cosmic Ocean of the Vast Self, not as a piece of debris tossed about, but as the vital current of the Ocean itself.

Many spiritual traditions teach that there was a state of primal Oneness.

This is the Garden of Eden in the Judeo-Christian tradition. In Kashmiri Shaivism, it is the state prior to the separation into Śiva and Śakti, the male and female divine principles.

We find ourselves coming to consciousness in an apparent world of separation in which we are struggling. Separation is a fall from some prior condition or state of being, but we only have dim intimations of a state of Union.

If we dwell in separation as our endpoint, then we will have lack, loss, suffering, fighting, war and killing. However, we can look at separation as a step in our state of being as we move from unconscious unity into separation, and then through a process of initiation into conscious unity.

The call for us to enter into initiation is our faint intimations that we come from somewhere else and are something more than what we presently perceive ourselves to be.

William Wordsworth wrote in “Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Childhood,” that “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting,” the forgetting is the separation and remembering is the return.

Similarly, Rumi said: “My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

(Rumi, The Essential Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks, 2) We find ourselves here, feeling intimations that we came from someplace else. This vague feeling of dissatisfaction or disjunction is the seed from which every hero’s or heroine’s journey grows from, from which every spiritual seeker’s quest begins.

Joseph Rael writes, “Our existence comes across to us as a continuum, but it is not. We are constantly flashing on and off, strobe-like, a drumbeat, returning to the silent void and then back again to this perceptual reality,” (Sound, 2).

What we see as ordinary reality is but a brief pulse or strobeflash―coming from the void and returning to the void. We are space momentarily transforming into matter, a wave momentarily becoming a particle.

Initiation is the term that is used for any transformational process that moves one from one state of being into another state of being. One becomes someone different, takes on a new identity and leaves an old identity behind. When Joseph says we do not exist, he is inviting us to become initiated. These are the first and last sentences of his opening chapter, “echo,” in his book, Sound: Native Teachings + Visionary Art: “We do not exist.”

“Come to be initiated.”

Actually, he has an italicized statement prior to the first line of the chapter: “In the beginning before time, before the cosmos is created, the people do not exist in physical forms, so this teaching is about how ‘the people,’ invisible ones, become the visible made ones.”

The initiation consists in letting go of our old, seemingly solid, separate identity.

“What we perceive as solid, having dimensions and colors and other properties, are really just pulses off energy moving or vibrating, each in its unique pattern, so as to interact with our patterns, to excite our senses and create patterns of perception,” (Sound, 1).

Our separation is the experience of coming into form, into matter. The Latin word mater, the etymological root of “matter,” means mother – so we are continually being born of Mater Earth into matter.

Our initiation is when we let go of what seems like our solid identity.

Our existence comes across to us as a continuum, but it is not. We are constantly flashing on and off, strobe-like, a drumbeat, returning to the silent void and then back again to this perceptual reality.

Another way to say this is that we are constantly being unmade and then remade. Each time we are unmade, each time we return to the void, we are changed in the remaking. In fact, it is only in those instants of non-being that we have the power to change. It is only when we are unmade and remade that the new thing can come into this perceptual reality. Change is only possible because we really are not the solid beings in continuous existence that we think we are, (2).

Our return is a return to the Vast Self, to the void, to the state of being unmade as an individual, but this is simultaneously the state of Oneness, of coming home to God, of being the movement of the Cosmic Ocean. Joseph speaks of wah-mah-chi, breath-matter-movement as being the name of God in Tiwa.

Every moment is an initiation, and once we are initiated, we return back to Wah-Mah-Chi. Every moment is a hero’s journey in which we pass through separation-initiation-return.

Maybe we can say that the separation is the breath, wah; the initiation is matter, mah; and the return is chi, movement. In the individual process of separation-initiation-return we are recreating God/Vast Self’s wah-ma-chi, breath-matter-movement.

Every moment we are coming to be initiated, we become wise through realizing that we are not who we momentarily appear to be. We are a breath of air condensed on a window, about to evaporate back into the nonbeing of the Void, from which we come and to which we return. Every moment we are returning and this is a state of exquisite bliss and joy, for we are remembering who we truly are by letting go of who we just were and who we think we should be forever.

What happens to us when we accept separation/initiation/return?

What happens to us when we accept ourselves as spirit transforming into matter and matter transforming into spirit?

What happens to us when we accept breath, matter, movement?

We become wah-mah-chi, we become One. Then we are becoming medicine.

We are becoming in every moment Wah…Mah…Chi…Then we are Breathing-Mattering-Moving.

It is then that the Ending is the Beginning.

David Kopacz Excerpts from the forthcoming book, Becoming Medicine by David R. Kopacz and Joseph Rael (Beautiful Painted Arrow).

INTEGRATING New Life in Riace Elisa Stranieri Elisa Stranieri, a new voice for THE BADGER, she has a noble story to share, I am very happy to have her with us. AV The idea for my project was born some years ago, when I participated for the first time to an international work camp and I went to Riace, a small village in Calabria.

In this place forgotten and halved by emigration “for hunger and desire for a future�. This place chose not to become angry at its apparent fate, shutting down in defense of its identity. It chose to silently and consistently offer the values of welcome and solidarity.

This Calabria does perhaps remember the ancient dominations, not so pacific meetings, other cultures and civilizations that we can still see re emerge in Locri, Sibaris, Kroton, or in the sea of Riace itself.

We can find these memories in the lands of the Albanian Sila, or on the steep tracks leading to Greek villages. They may be words, signs, gestures, tastes, music, dances that carry the scents of mixing over centuries, when men and women who had come from afar learnt how to live together their daily lives, sharing knowledge, reassuring glances, sometimes falling in love as well...

Such a richness is still inside us today, in some secret box of our memories that too often our fears seal away.

The first image I remember of Riace is a small playground full of colors, they were bright in the July morning light. So many colors and so many children of different colored skins running around, flying on the swings, holding hands, speaking many languages, yet they managed to understand each other perfectly. They wanted to understand each other because they wanted to share that joy.

I kept looking on, until I felt presence near me.

He came close to me and introduced himself, I cannot recall his name, but I remember his face since I saw it some time later in Wim Wenders' movie “The Flight�.

He started to tell me his survival story in Afghanistan; his family all together in his house, the Talibans breaking in, the shooting and bombs and their escape. Everybody died except him.

Then the first aid and his cure in a hospital, the long journey to Italy, the research for the only relative left in Sweden. He showed me his visible wound: a vertical wound from the stern to the groin. His thoughts were going back to that day and his dark eyes seemed to dive even deeper.

I didn't know what to say, I looked around searching for help.

We said good bye in silence.

In the evening, during the show, every group of volunteers played in their native language, I felt I could understand them all, because I also wanted to share those emotions with each one of them.

My first time in Riace was profound.

Later on I felt the need to know better its people and the history of a village where, for the first time, the welcome has become a sharing.

The project ARRIVARU I BARBARI was my final dissertation for the Academy of Fine Arts in Rome (2016). It is a photographic report about the heroic work of a small community who have chosen solidarity and openness.

The immigrants who survived the hope journeys accross the Mediterranean sea were not considered barbarians who had arrived here to destroy our identity, but they were welcomed as human beings, personal stories, cultures, gestures, cultures that have brought back to life a village that had lost its population due to migrations.

These people have enriched Riace with colors, voices in the abandoned houses, they have re opened the local arts and crafts workshops that had disappered long before, but above all they have defeated fear!

When we walk around Riace we can see the sea between the houses, as well as the air and the stories it has brought here entrusting them to us.

Elisa Stranieri Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini NOTE The images shown in this volume of THE BADGER are a selection from Elisa Stranieri's dissertation for her MA in Photography.

QUILTING AWAY Parting is such sweet sorrow...

And returning is a calling of the soul‌ Lida Perry One last look, one last tour of the apartment. I have left few things and yet this space now feels really empty: my energy is no longer here.

My personal things are now gone contained only in 72 boxes. I guess I needed to bring most of my familiar things, more than relics of my past here they are aspects of myself.

Finished are the goodbyes to my neighbors, to my friends, to my colleagues, having made the last telephone calls to the ones I couldn’t get to see.

No feelings, almost no tears shed, maybe later when I am settled on the ship for my return. Maybe then the grieving will begin.

I have chosen to return to the USA by ship in the form of a cruise. Many years ago my first trip to the States was on a military ship, as I remember not very comfortable and not an easy journey.

So this time it felt appropriate to choose a trip that would allow me to make the transition slowly and in comfort. I wanted to have the time to live my process as consciously as possible, and a plane trip would have been too brusque.

I am on the seventh day into this journey, no more stops for excursions, shopping or exploring new places. From now on for the next seven days I would see only the ocean, and here it is, immense, seemingly indifferent to my human drama, but suggestive of mysterious depth and symbolic events.

Now it is simmering and in constant motion and quite hypnotic.

As the ships effortlessly glides on the water I begin to realize within myself the emotional charge of my decision I am moving, no turning back. I find no solace in the thought that I can come back to visit my dear friends. I have left everything I know , I have closed a circle on this part of my life.

In Latin finish means “final purpose� I think it refers to taking a longer and more distance perspective.

These last to months prior to my actual departure have been intense and highly revealing. The announcement of my forthcoming departure marked the beginning of an interesting process. The connections, the sharing, the words of recognition and gratitude by the many people that came to say goodbye have had a great impact on me.

All gifted me of a new vision and a different perspective of my character, I saw through the eyes of others some part of myself never perceived, not only as a private person, but it was also an assessment of my professional life. I became aware with more clarity of my resources and strength through the testimonial of my peers and clients. What a parting gift!

I am watching the ocean perpetually moving, never the same, and as I look at the waves I feel a tightening in my chest and my eyes are stinging with tears held back.

I gaze into the water that is flowing relentlessly under the ship, and on the surface of the water I see reflected one by one the faces of all the people I have left behind.

I look at every face and for everyone there is a memory, a thought a feeling.

There is a memory of intimate moments, of laughter, of tears shared, of wonder. In another thoughts of admiration, of respect, of gratitude for the learning and for having shared a stretch of my journey together.

And then an image appears and in that moment of sadness, love longing fills my heart. A face that I have loved and lost, of a person that knew how to open my heart, and gave my life an added meaning. But left too soon and left me with the longing and the gratitude for having enriched my life.

In the ever moving waves I see not only faces but also places that are magic and in special times made me feel connected with everything there is.

As the ship moves easily keeping its pace, the images slowly dissolve and I am left with a sense of fullness and peace. All the memories, thoughts and feeling are now part of the treasure that I bring with me.

I am returning.

James Hillman (1999) writes: “There is a calling to return to that time when the heart opened” when he describes a certain aspect of the process of aging, he also affirms that “the soul longs to break out from the tyranny of time that seems to govern the body, and longs to find another dimension", but he also says that time is cyclical and “what is happening now has happened before in the same basic way .. and to understand the new we must return to the old.”

So I am returning not to chase the American dream, but to open a new cycle and join the circle of my family in which I can claim my place and find the new dimension my soul longs for.

This space for my soul will not be filled with things to do to fill time, but it will be an opportunity to learn to be and stay with what is.

Lida Perry

PSYCHO AROMATHERAPY an Introduction part 2

Renato Tittarelli 10 aspects of Psycho Aromatherapy I continue here the second part of the 10 steps to walk in order to be in a healthy rapport with oneself using the essential oils: 5 Protecting Aim to be positive, joyful, harmonious with ourselves and others in a fusion with human beings, animals, plants, minerals or beings of other nature. This is an act that strengthens us and and protects the planet.

This is auspicious for the rebalancing health for all the inhabitants of planet earth.

6 Supporting Every time we help a being towards his/her original inspiration, we also support the meeting of the soul with its natural destiny. We touch many traditional aspects, such as the 4 elements of the hyppocratic tradition, the 7 planetary caracteristhics of traditional astrology, or the power of numbers according to Pythagoras.

7 Feeding A healthy relationship between internal and external needs to be nurtured, alongside the development of male and female aspcts, in order to support the birth of a new human being who can be new, free, compassionate, capable of going towards beauty and goodness. This is represented with the symbol of the androgynos at a physical and microcosmic level, with Splendor Solis -Shining Sun – at the universal level.

8 Becoming a human being Any project aimed at human evolution is based on the process of identification, i.e. On the personal path of alignement and re unification with the individual soul goals during its lifetime.

This is a psycho-spiritual transformation. This is not an obstacle to a collective and coordinated action, but it is its necessary foundation.

During such a path, we will need to cross challenges and moments of crisis, dark spaces, often defined as the “dark night of the soul” (Roberto Assagioli, Psychosynthesis) or the “shadow” (C.G.Jung), the dark and subconscious side of our personality, as opposed to the conscious ego.

9 Imagining The alchemists kept all along the idea that there is a semblance between the world of forms, the archetypes of all species and imagination.

Using this innate human skill by itself or in states of contemplation, meditation, or prayer this can lead to spiritual awakening.

10 Realizing In realizing oneself there are evident analogies with the process of becoming an adult human being: thus achieving the noble mission of the soul and at the same time being in harmony with all that exists.

On this path of self realization there are inevitable obstacles: resistances, defense mechanisms, losing one's ego that are put into action by the shadow side trying to prevent such realization.

Conscious, subconscious and birth of the soul “There are many people who are not yet born. They seem to be here, they walk, but in actual fact they are not born, because they are behind a glass wall, they are still in the womb.

They are in the world only temporarily and soon will return to the pleroma from which they came from.

They have not yet a link with this world; they are neurotics, suspended in the air, with a temporary life....

This is the temporary life: a conditioned life, the life of a person who is still connected to the pleroma, the archetypal world of splendor, with an umbilical cord as big as a rope.

Being born is very important, a human being needs to come into this world, otherwise he/she cannot realize the Self, thus failing the goal of this world.

If this happen, he or she needs to be thrown back into the cauldron and be born again.� (freely quoted from: C. G. Jung - La Psicologia del Kundalini Yoga, Seminario tenuto nel 1932, Bollati Boringhieri, 2004)

Renato Tittarelli Copyright Š 2016 Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

APOTHECARY Horse chestnut Jo Dunbar

Now that it is conker season and people have discovered ‘Viking soap’ there seems to be concern on the social media over Horse chestnut toxicity.

The natural constituent called aescin, is a saponin, which lathers up into a soap.

Although saponins are potentially toxic, they are commonly found in foods such as oats, spinach, beetroot, chickpeas and asparagus, and are poorly absorbed by the human body, so that only our gastric membranes can be mildly affected.

After prescribing Horse chestnut to hundreds of people, I have never known anyone to have any side effects, while the benefits have been considerable.

Modern medical herbalists use the Horse chestnut seeds particularly for conditions of the veins. The seeds tighten the veins, helping to tone those which have become distended and formed varicose veins or haemorrhoids.

We prescribe the plant in small doses for varicose veins, phlebitis, leg ulcers, and haemorrhoids.

Conversely the herb also improves the permeability of the capillaries, allowing fluid reabsorption, so that it is also anti-inflammatory and useful for fluid accumulation. I have used the plant very successfully for reducing the swellings of injuries to knees or for ankle oedema.

By strengthening the blood vessel walls, Horse chestnut can reduce histamine release and inflammation which helps to control allergies.

In the past, the leaves were made into a tea for to treat whooping cough, and the Sweet Chestnut leaves are used for the same purpose.

Recent research into infertility on men with varicocele (enlargement of the veins inside the scrotum) found that taking horse chestnut seed extract increased sperm density and sperm motility.

Here you below you can find a traditional recipe for soap:

Make your own Viking Soap The so called ‘Viking Soap’ has historically been used in Europe for washing bodies and clothing for a very long time.

I used 12 conkers, and chopped them up. The crushed conkers are placed in a saucepan with some hot water and left to extract overnight. In the morning, the water turned milky white.

I strained the conkers from the liquid and used the liquid to wash a load of linen, which came out very clean indeed.

This home made soap is a great option for those who have allergies to washing powders or liquids. The conkers can be collected and stored for use all year.

If you suffer from varicose veins, or haemorrhoids, you could pour this liquid into the bath, and over time you will notice a reduction in the discomfort of your veins and haemorrhoids.

Jo Dunbar

FOOD IS OUR ALLY Cabbage The Miracle Plant Daniele Sampalmieri History It is difficult to trace its exact origins owing to the many varieties of leafy greens classified as "brassicas".

The wild ancestor of cabbage, Brassica Oleracea, originally found in Britain and continental Europe, is tolerant of salt and consequently inhabits rocky cliffs in cool damp coastal habitats, retaining water and nutrients in its slightly thickened, turgid leaves.

The ancient Greeks had some varieties of cabbage, as mentioned by Theophrastus, the headed cabbage variety was known to the Greeks as krambe and to the Romans as brassica or olus; the open, leafy variety (kale) was known in Greek as raphanos and in Latin as caulis.

Brassica was considered by some Romans a table luxury; the traditionalist Cato the Elder ate his cabbage cooked or raw and dressed with vinegar; he was convinced it surpassed all other vegetables.

Pliny the Elder listed seven varieties, including Pompeii cabbage, Cumae cabbage and Sabellian cabbage. Apicius (the famous Roman cook) gives several recipes for cauliculi, tender cabbage shoots.

Both, the Greeks and Romans claimed medicinal usages for their cabbage varieties that included relief from drunkness, gout, headaches and the symptoms of poisonous mushroom ingestion.

Cabbage continued to figure in the materia medica of antiquity as well as on the table: in the first century AD Dioscorides mentions two kinds of coleworts with medical uses, the cultivated and the wild, and his opinions continued to be paraphrased in herbal books until the 17th century.

At the end of antiquity cabbage is mentioned in De observatione ciborum

by Anthimus, a Greek doctor at the court of Theodoric the Great.

Cabbage appears among vegetables to be cultivated (Capitulare de villis, 771-800) in the royal estates of Charlemagne.

Properties It can be considered the most nourishing vegetable in the world.

Its bad smell is due to the sulphur absorbed from the ground and released during cooking. The sulphur vapours vanish after about 10 minutes.

The Purple Cabbage It is alkalizing, antioxidant and anti-inflammatory.

It helps our body to detoxify, thus cleansing the liver from toxins.

It is rich in folic acid and vitamin C, A, B1, B2 all of these are useful to fight depression, melancholy, it also counteracts the effects of excessive drinking.

Cabbage contains minerals such as potassium, calcium, selenium, phosphorus, magnesium, flavonoids (quercetin), they are all useful in managing stress.

It is also very useful for winter ailments (cold, bronchitis, voice loss) when drinking the cabbage cooking water helps to fight these conditions.

Its antioxidant properties have a noticeable effect on free radicals, preventing tissue aging and some forms of tumors (prostate, intestines, breast).

Phenolic pigments are particularly concentrated in the purple cabbage, they are useful in lowering the cholesterol levels in the blood stream.

Cabbage also contains iron and more calcium per calorie than milk.

As anti-inflammatory, rich in beta-carotene, fatty acids Omega 3 and 6, it is therefore good for arthritis as well as heart problems since it keeps heart and arteries in perfect shape.

Rich in fibers and poor in fats, it supports the disintegration of accumulated fat around the belly.

Eating Cabbage They can be eaten raw, finely sliced, with EVO and lemon; steamed, stir fried, in clear and velvety soups.

Useful Information Since cabbage can collect and store in their tissues the minerals from the ground, including toxic ones, it is important to cultivate them in lands free of such substances. Make sure you know where the cabbages come from.

Velvety Purple Soup Ingredients (for 2 people) Purple Cabbage 200 grams Potatoes 60 grams Onion 40 grams Walnuts (already in pieces) 10 grams EVO Pink or full salt Pepper Water or vegetable stock Preparation In order to speed up the cooking, cut finely the onions and cabbage Brown it lightly in a pot with EVO, adding a little salt, for about one minute Add the potatoes diced in small cubes Brown it again for a minute Add the vegetable stock or hot water, just covering the vegetables, too much would dilute the flavour. (Add liquid if needed).

When the ingredients are cooked (about 15 minutes), use an immersion blender to blend it into a thick, smooth velvety soup right in the pot you have used.

You can make it more liquid adding stock at the end of cooking, according to your taste.

Taste it, adding salt and EVO if you prefer it more savoury, you could also use rosemary flavoured olive oil.

In the bowl you can garnish it with drops of olive oil, some pepper, walnuts, poppy seeds, parsley leaves, carrotes slices, croutons, allow your imagination to decorate your dish.

Daniele Sampalmieri Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

TRAVELLING SOUTH Raffaella Vicini During my summer in the south of Italy, after visiting Puglia (see THE BADGER Year 3 Volume 4), I also had a chance to spend some time in Matera, another magical and beautiful place.

Matera is the main city in a little known region of Italy: Basilicata, squeezed between Puglia and Calabria, it is a dry region with intense summer heat and bitter cold in winter time.

The city is famous for its SASSI that are 2 areas of the town in the historical centre of Matera: Sasso Barisano with many portals and decorations to hide its subterranean core; Sasso Caveoso looks like an open air theatre with its cave houses at different levels.

At the back of the Sassi there is the Murgia highland, like a scenery placed there to complete the magnificent view.

The Sassi tell us about a disappeared way of living where the local inhabitants lived in subterranean homes, celebrating their rites in cave churches. These buildings have remained as an example of how to use the natural local resources of the sun, rocks and water in a way that was in harmony with nature.

For these reasons they have become part of UNESCO World Heritage in 1993.

Many directors have chosen such a dramatic setting for their movies: from Mathew's Gospel by Pier Paolo Pasolini, to Christ stopped at Eboli by Francesco Rosi, from Ben Hur by Timur Bekmambetov to Wonder Woman

by Patty Jenkins, to the most controversial one Passion of Christ by Mel Gibson who considered the Sassi the perfect setting for his Jerusalem.

The Sassi are also the backdrop for some chapters of a manga by Katsura Hoshino.

Sitting on the huge steps of the Civita it is easy to understand the reason why so many directors have chosen the Sassi as a backdrop for their movies.

This small city leads us back to a past made of many lives and stories.

The lights reflects on the yellow colored buildings, the stone shines in the sun.

I could remain here admiring this scenery for hours, imagining the lives of those who came before us, allowing the intense light to carry us away towards they shining yet mysterious past.

The houses, the streets, the staircases, even the curtains used to protect people from the sun remind me of the people in the markets buying and selling their goods, peple at the wells, or baking the bread together. The women discussing the latest textiles arrived at the market, the men discussing their crops and the value of cattle, the children laughing and running up and down the streets of ancient Matera.

Past and present are fused together in the stones of the Sassi, creating an illusion of suspended and rediscovered time, almost a stargate.

This is a magical place, a city that is really worth a visit, even before 2019 when it will be European Capital of Culture.

Buon viaggio!

Raffaella Vicini Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

(If you want an exhilarating and fascinating experience of Basilicata, you can watch the movie Basilicata Coast to Coast by Rocco Papaleo)

DRAWING Live Art Performances Roberta La Monica My way of expressing myself does not go through words, but visible signs.

My language is symbolic, concise, it comes from inside.

People say that music is the queen of all arts, I sing. Lately I have discovered that both music and silence are full of meaning and prepare for artistic creation.

Painting with the added support of music makes me think of finding that silence of winter time, when nature seems asleep, yet it is active, or it reminds me of unexpected spring breezes with their new seeds, or the summer heat rich in colors.

The creative aspect of extemporaneous painting springs out of different melodies, it is like a soul journey, finding oneself in summer, even in the middle of winter.

It is also a challenge, preparing and centering before the beginning, entering inside myself. Everything stops for a few seconds, it is just me, the audience becomes transparent. I know it is there, but only as a motivation, a challenge I accept as an artist.

Showing my artistic action is for me a message to the audience, a way of reminding them to find their own dormant creativity.

Moreover, during my performances, I put to sleep my little ego that may try to boycot my work, suggesting I am not worthy of it.

A voice we all hear, but we should not listen to.

The audience becomes important, from its former transparent quality, once I have prepared myself, it lights up with colors: this is the feedback I need about their appreciation. It is as if outside it were snowing, while inside the sun shines bright and warm.

Such beauty! Being in harmony with Everything there is and making it visible to everybody.

During the time of the metamorphosys creation happens, I – as the artist – create an alchemy, transforming the music and the accompanying silence in a concert of images.

Roberta La Monica Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

YEW Guardian of the Underworld Adrian Rooke and Jo Dunbar In early October, we ran the last of our Magical Forest retreats for this year.

Since this is the tipping point into the darker half of the year, we worked with the energetic aspects of Yew and Blackthorn.

Twenty of us sat snug in a circle around a central fire within a hauntingly atmospheric Celtic roundhouse at Butser Ancient Farm in Hampshire and worked deeply with the Yew. Yews have long been associated with graveyards and the ancestors.

They seem to grow particularly well over places where (according to Guy Underwood) the dragon lines (Earth energy lines) converge and then spiral upwards towards the earth’s crust.

At these places of high energy, the ancients often buried their dead within burial mounds and long barrows. It is possible that Yews were seen as guardians of the Underworld, or perhaps even acted as a version of The World Tree, where our ancestors may have used the tree to communicate with the spirits of their ancestors dwelling within the Underworld.

These trees are extremely long lived, and if undisturbed, may even have the potential to be immortal because where their branches dip towards the earth, they take root and grow into a grove of new trees surrounding the decaying central mother tree.

This pattern of growth suggests generations of individuals spiralling outward in time, but all carrying the atoms and ancestral memories of their forbearers, which brings to mind an obvious question: are we all one?

We are made from the elements of the Universe – how old are we?

We used a visualisation from Sencha the Druid in order to embody this understanding and to explore the notion that the water which runs through our veins contains atoms from the dew on the first grasses of our planet, surged in the first seas.

If water holds energy and consciousness (as described by Dr Emoto), then we could be carrying the waters and ancestral memories of all those who have gone before us.

Like the Yew tree, we do not die, but simply transmute.

We see this association of transmutation from death to life again in modern times with a very successful chemo therapeutic drug derived from the Pacific Yew called Paclitaxel which is used to treat ovarian, breast, and lung cancers.

The participants in the workshop took turns to be ritually buried in order to shine a light on the relevance of Yew, as well as its association with what death could mean to us in our own lives.

As each person lay beneath their shroud and we chanted Ioho (the sacred name of Yew) above them, they had the opportunity to reflect upon whether there was any unfinished business still to be done in their life, great adventures to be had, careers to change, words and deeds to forgive, or words of love which needed to be said.

The ritual encouraged us to dig deeply into our life experience thus far, take a risk and recognise what has not yet been done in this lifetime; so that, when we do finally go to our grave, we are ready to face death in peace, having lived and loved as fully and consciously as possible.

A quote from Robert H Smith says that... “The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power, To tell just when the hands will stop, At late or early hour" Or does it actually stop?

Adrian Rooke and Jo Dunbar

ANGELS Rosana Liera Part 2 of two The Soul destiny Destiny is the path that our soul is called to walk on in order to re connect with the Divine Source. Its trajectory has a specific time and was drawn by the soul itself at the moment of creation through the Seven Divine aspects, with the help of the Seven Archangels that regulate the specific functions of these aspects.

The soul path may deviate from the orginal will during the many reincarnations. The archangels's task will support the reconciliation of what had been originally chosen in harmony with the divine plan.

When the soul path becomes straight, instead of being intricate and windy, this is a sure sign that our soul is realizing its destiny.

At such a point we have an authentic spiritual evolution.

Therefore, spiritual evolution is a process of transformation that happens when the soul path coincides with its destiny, this fusion advances the soul towards the Divine Source.

It is important to remember that our soul path, even if it chooses convoluted avenues, it still retains an evolutionary direction. Even what seems to led us astray is part of our evolution.

Since all that exists is bent on movement and regeneration, every deviation from the main path has an illusionary meaning and it is only temporary, thus it does not block the long natural process of the soul.

Thanks to the work of the Major Archangels and the Guardian Angels who live in the heart of each soul, we will always have a chance to climb towards the light and be led back to God, the source from which we all come.

This is the meaning of the words of Archangel Gabriel: “Destiny is not accomplished. Destiny exists, beyond everything�.

We will only need to draw a line with our steps on the invisible line already present at our birth. On our path we will remember who we are and where we are going.

The path of reconnection to the Divine Source.

Our destiny, that mysterious force that pushes us to a continuous rebirth, will become completly clear only at the end of a cycle of reincarnation.

At that point the soul has reached its peak of spiritual evolution and can be at one with God, ascending the current that embraces the last of the Seven Spiritual Paths.

Our growth goes through seven paths: the seven levels of our spiritual life.

Each one of them is a path guided by a Reigning Archangel, only through them we will reach the original source.

Our soul will take any path needed to reach the same destination.

Destiny cannot be divided from the truth of incarnation which is revelation of the Divine Light in its brief earthly passage. Our soul is aware of it and is ready to act, if it finds a way to do it.

Our life needs to be constantly set on catching the spiritual truth of everything. From this perspective our experience on earth will be revealed to us as the miracle of divine manifestation, during our death we will be able to achieve the triumph of spiritual existance beyond matter.

In the continuous alternation of death and rebirth, the soul never loses the awareness of its exalted nature and can complete God's plan on earth.

In this majestic, rythmic dance is reflected the greatness of life.

Synchronicity with this cosmic movement means manifesting the substance of our destiny here and now.

It does not matter how far we will have travelled, what matters is beyond space and time.

Only at the very end we will understand fully the meaning of our journey and perhaps we will understand that destiny is truth itself, the Alpha and Omega, the boat that will lead us to safety for the all eternity.

Rosana Liera Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini This article is an excerpt from the book : L'Arcangelo Gabriel, Purificazione e Rinascita - I poteri di Gabriel per scoprire il destino e l’evoluzione spirituale della tua anima.

STORY TELLING The Red Cloack Part 2 of 4

Bianca Veronica

Meeting the Pope The expected day arrived. I was rather emotional and excited. I had been waiting for the meeting with such an important man that I had seen so many times on television during official meetings. He was a very active and loved Pope, so present and charismatic. I went to the curch with my husband, we were led inside, perhaps by the same priest who had come to my shop.

The room was simple, the walls had become yellow with the passing of time, it was darkish there, there was something humble about it.

There were already some ten people there, I didn't know anybody and I was surprised. Where were all the local merchants?

The people in the room looked a little embarassed, they also had a grey and simple aspect. They were wearing their daily clothes, as if they had just left their shopping routine to go to church.

There seemed to be no light in their eyes, again this surprised me.

If you are a believer shouldn't meeting the Pope make you happy?

Were they perhaps as unorthodox Catholic as I was?

A few minutes later Pope Wojtila entered the room in his white robe.

He was simple, full of light and direct in his approach. The intense red of his cloack was the only color in the room, it seemed even too much on his body. He was not as tall as I expectd him to be. He seemed thin, almost small.

We moved naturally into a circle. He greeted us with simple words, the same ones that could have been used by a local priest.

One by one we were introduced to Him and greeted. I was glad not to be the first, so that I could see what the other peple were doing. When my time came I went closer and shook the hand offered with a smile, as if he was a friend who is meeting friends.

I was there, I was disoriented. The priest gestured for me to present the gift I was holding in my hands.

At that point my external image took over and spoke to the Pope, explaining the work I was offering him. It was just a few seconds, but I still remember them with uneasiness, because it was not my heart speaking, but my mind, my outer image, my professional side.

The Pope seemed to be politely interested, he thanked me, he then encouraged us all to be in our faith and gave us his support, then he blessed us and left.

Alone with my emotions I left the church in silence, disoriented and confused, what had just happened?

Once more my outer image took over, since she was my tyrant at that time in my life. It was difficult for me to feel, gather my sensations and name them, give them an order and recognize them.

Sensations, emotions, unease were embarassing because they were confused, I didn't know how to handle that state of mind, I could not understand it. I was in front of the a bungled up mess and I didn't how how to unravel it.

The easiest thing for me to do in that case and at that time was letting go of the unsolvable problem.

Asking my emotions to shut up was not my habit. I knew they represented my sensitive part, the one that spoke to me while I was working silently in my workshop, it whispered to me assonances and dissonances while I was experimenting forms and colors for the objects I used to put together. Those inner whispers created paths I could easily follow.

The uneasiness in front of the Pope was entirely new, it was looking for a path to follow. The path to acknowledge embarassment was not there yet, in its place there was only a maze where I had got lost.

I left it all behind me.

Bianca Veronica Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

PHOTO – GRAPHY Gianluca Gasparini My name is Gianluca Gasparini and I live in Senigallia, Italy.

I have been practicing photography for 4 years, I started as a self taught lover of images. I have worked hard to buy my equipment, so that I can devote much time to my passion for images.

I have had the great pleasure and honor to have my photos in some local shows.

Most of my photos come from the shared passion for travelling with my girl friend.

Through my photos I show my point of view on reality, as well as all the emotions that are often difficult for me to put into words.

For my first volume of THE BADGER I have chosen Iceland.

Here is a list of the photos with my comment on them: 1. Feeling on a different planet 2. A guest, never the owner 3. Feeling small and insignificant, our lives are nothing in comparison of what the eyes can see...

4. Iceland as a land of peace, serenity, extreme conditions that human beings need to get used to and then learn to love 5. This land brings up the primitive and childike wonder that we often forget 6. You can even forget about yourself!

7. You forget the artifices, the prejudices, the conventions invented solely to find some comfort in them. You realize some questions don't need to be asked anymore.

Gianluca Gasparini Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

DERMOREFLEXOLOGY STRESS The imprisoned Soul 1 Samantha Fumagalli and Flavio Gandini Our time is so rich in external impulses that often it leads us away from our real essence. We find ourselves sleepy, almost drugged, victims of too many pieces of information that leave us disoriented.

Such disorientation is connected to Spirit that handles the individual consciousness, the non physical place inside the human being which is the centre of gravity that attracts and evaluates emotions, thoughts and memories. Only the union with it can make us unique with an un repeatable life.

Human beings observe and analyze themselves, but they rarely find real balance between what it is and what they would like to be (or they think they would like to be) and what people think.

This condition generates a state of uncertainty and lack of satisfaction that does not allow the Soul to express itself freely, realizing its identity.

Therefore, we become even more victims of the thousands of drives and impulses that keep appearing in an unstoppable vortex, offering us a confused and unsatisfying daily life.

For this reason, there are many situations and conditions in life that provoke emotional stressful reactions.

In our previous article we examined how external situations and impulses, instead of supporting life, can become causes of dependance.

Stress should represent, in its positive and useful interpretation, an objective resource for people during times that require a great amount of energy. Such as an intense effort needed for the completion of an important enterprise which should soon leave space for a balanced letting go of tension.

Actually, stress has become a way of life, a terrible habit which we have got used to and we seem unable to detox from. Detox is the key word: a continuous state of tension pollutes body, Soul and Spirit.

We need to wake up and become conscious of our plight, thus overcoming the conditioning of our illusory reality.

Therefore, it is essential to free ourselves of our “Character�, a role that imprisones us and leads our lives on pre arranged rails, oftentimes far away from where our real Self would like to go.

By realizing the temporary nature of our lives, through a new understanding of time and death, we would find the courage to face the challenges of life with renewed consciousness. We are rich in resources and potential, full of love, our loves are too short to be wasted with useless complaints.

It is a duty and a right of human beings to re awaken their soul Consciousness to shed light on their life goals, thus creating a unique and joyous life, a real support to all of humanity.

This is a path, perhaps a long path.

Symbolically it is an inner path, but in reality it is full of exchanges with the reality around us.

We travel searching the universe inside, then we discover that there is no boundary between the Self and the immensity around.

We undertake this journey in order to know ourselves better and we learn to know other people.

We look for our destiny and we begin to see the path of humanity.

We try to understand the dark sides, the obstacles to our personal realization and we find the positive potential yet to be used.

It is a fascinating journey that never ends inside us, but includes changes in our behaviours in the life outside us.

We are made of Body and Spirit, so the journey is for both of them. We are souls born in this physical lifetime, it is part of us to be working on both aspects.

In order to look inside we need to get rid of our useless ornaments. These useless aspects have either been placed on us, or we have chosen to hide from our own or other people's view, or even to conform to rules.

Following indications and other people's expecations in building our own personality is like playing a part, we have transformed our life into a farce.

We need to get rid of the “character� we built around us and allow the real essence to re emerge. We need to listen and learn, understanding our Soul, even if its language can be obscure and symbolic, but it is extremely interesting and revealing.

From actors we need to become the authors of the plot of our lives, only then we can play it truthfully.

Freedom is the ultimate goal of this path: it is everybody's right, but it is not easy to reach, since it requires consciousness, knowledge, both aspects need to be acquired and slowly integrated in our lives.

We can then re build the immense mosaic that is our life, our identity, our soul, so that we can really live instead of appearing only.

Samantha Fumagalli and Flavio Gandini Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

NAMASTE INDIA Giosie Colagrossi This is my personal diary of a return journey to India: August 2 2017 10,30 am flight Rome Istanbul Mumbai...

August 3 2017 On arrival I leave the international airport, take a rickshau to the domestic airport where I will board my flight to Jammu (Kashmir).

AAAH, it feels like home here. This time I don't ask myself “Why am I here again?� I know why I am here, what I am going to do, above all I feel it in my heart, an enchantment, the awareness of being here, now.

Finally, after 28 years, I am back in Jammu. At the airport I find the youngest of my indian brothers (now he is 51) who takes me to meet his wife and children, only seen in photos. They are so welcoming that I can break the initial embarassment by kissing them all.

After a few visits, they accompany me to my final destination, the home of some new friends, there I can have a room with a bathroom all for me.

This is a big home for a large family: a mother with 3 sons, their wives and 20 year old grandchildren who live together with their own spaces.

I love being there, even if they rarely let me go out on my own, without realizing the thousands of miles I have travelled on my own.

Every night it rains, but in the morning here comes the sun with a lot of humidity.

When I manage to go out on my own, the dampness makes my glasses covered in mist, it is like being inside a gian sauna.

I recognize the same kind of streets, the uneven alleys and the open air sewage.

I am impressed by the gates and doorways, so beautifully chiselled, I can imagine the life behind them.

I visit the temple of Shiva, so rich in golden statues, there is in fact a security barrier between the visitors and the precious statues.

The temple is built in the rock of the mountain, its shining passageways are so narrow and small that I have to bend in order to walk in them.

I walk from temple to temple until I arrive on a terrace in front of the river.

On the other bank I see another big and colorful temple Har Ki Pori, eventually I go there as well.

Nothing can be carried inside, just myself.

There I am welcomed by a Sanskrit Sutra recitation that reaches me like a song and makes every cell in my body vibrate, the desire to sing and dance becomes urgent, until I cannot resist any longer and I starting dancing with my heart full of joy and celebration.

On Saturday, with the entire family, we leave for the mountains, towards Shrinagar, where they have a temple. My eldest Indian brother (now 85 and almost unchanged) is with us.

The air is still humid, but cooler.

We eat our lunch, after cleaning the rugs of the big temple where there is a life size statue of Sai Baba, photos of many gurus, yogis, saints, among them Babaji, Ramana Maharshi and Sri Aurobindo.

Baby is a fantastic cook, she cooks with love and dedication, so that I love any food she gives me.

We go out at night, here it is really dark, so we use a torch to find our way through puddles. We visit a cousin who has many pets. Among them there is a talking parrot, it speaks Punjabi...

Five of us sleep in the temple, the others in other rooms.

At 4am I wake up and I see that some of them are meditating, Vipassana (silent meditation without mantra, in inner observation).

I had the great luck and privilege to participate in many Vipassana courses with Goenka, that happened 30 years ago... it seems like yesterday.

Time does not exist and here I become even more aware of it. Every member of this family meditate daily; in every Indian home there is a place for daily prayers and offers.

Monday is a special day in Jammu, it is a festival known as Raksha Bandan, from 5 am to midnight the sky is full of kites of all colors, shapes and sizes. The strongest one tries to cut the cord of the other kites, so on every roof it is full of young people laughing, playing, joking and shouting.

My younger brother comes to pick me up and takes me to his home, where I can meet his younger sister and their mother. Little by little all the other brothers and sisters arrive, with grandchildren, cousins... They all arrive with food, sweets, little bracelets of different colors with beads and sparkly crystals.

This is a ritual full of meanings and affection: all the sisters tie a bracelet around their brothers or cousins' wrists, giving a blessing with red powder and promising care, they exchange smiles and sweets, they receive offers of money.

I was the first to place it around my younger brother Bharatji, promising I would do it with every friend once I returned home, since I had bought many of these colorful bracelets without knowing what they were used for.

The following day I went to visit an ancient site, near Akhnoor, by the river Chander Pagha. There is a stupa there discovered in 1999/2000 where archeologists are still working. The entire area seem to be from the VII/VI BCE, when Shakyamuni, the historical Buddha, was alive.

There are beautiful mosaics around the stupa, apparently the entire monastery was decorated with terracotta figurines, now on show.

In the evening I hold 2 seminars organized in a very short time, one on the Bates Method and one on Iridology.

I like working with Indian people, I find them to be relaxed yet dynamic.

One day I visit a school owned and run by a friend of the family. This is a wonderful school for little children, I saw much care, colors, imagination and attention to details in this school located in a small building. The school looks like a precious vibrant blossom of life amidst the grey houses around.

I felt a lot of peace and serenity with this teacher and his son with long and enchanted eyes.

I decide to go to Pune at the last minute, I arrive there in the evening, I will not visit my friends, because I want to spend all day at the Osho Ashram (Osho International Meditation Resort, this is its new name).

I take a rickshau and quickly find a not so clean room. Since it is late I spend an hour cleaning it, I always travel with my sheet, pillow case, pure cottons sarongs and disinfectant.

The weather is good, cooler than in Jammu with less humidity.

The following morning I go to the Ashram, I am recognized by an old friend who lends me the clothes I need to enter the ashram.

After many years, I am back here and I feel happy.

I take part in all the meditations and events during the Monsoon Festival.

Before and after the meditation we celebrate dancing and in my heart I ask myself “What am I doing in Italy?�

At this time of the year, due to the monsoon season, there are few westerners, most people come from different parts of India. It is beautiful to exchange glances of joy.

I spend a few days immersed in this oasis, meditating also at Osho's Samadhi, where he used to live. The silence is perfect here.

The Inscription was dictated by him before leaving his body: Osho never born never dead He has only visited this planet Erth Between December 11 1031 and January 19 1990 How lucky of me to have met him and received his direct teachings.

I take a taxi to return to Mumbai, but first I visit the daughter of my young brother from Jammu. She has just got married and loves in Pune. I realize on the way how big the city has become and I can also see the slums covered in mud, light blue plastic and carboard boxes and, above all, satellite dishes...

Eventually I reach my friends house in Mumbai, where the old friendships are rekindled with affection and joy.

During the following days, that always start with a Puja ( a ceremony of offrings, gratitude and thanks), I am in a vortex of entertainments: parties, lunches, birthdays, full family meetings (including members of family living in USA). Again on Sunday there is the exchange of bracelets, blessings, promises, all sprinkled with laughters, happiness and a sense of deep union.

The rain is so strong in Mumbai that everything needs to stop, everywhere is closed or flooded. This is part of everyday life everywhere.

I leave at night to fly back to Italy, I know I will return soon.

Wherever I am, I feel at home, but this is a special home.

Giosie Colagrossi Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

THE NATURE OF DRUIDRY THE SEED BENEATH THE SNOW Philip Carr Gomm For this volume I want to share with you a documentary in the making about the Ecologist and Green Economist David Fleming.

The makers are currently sharing short tasters for feedback and to encourage interest in the story of David’s life and work.

David Fleming’s ideas are very Druidic in spirit and I include here a short introduction about the film featuring its director Peter Armstrong and David’s friend and colleague Shaun Chamberlin.

Following are a couple of clips from the film that illustrate well some of David Fleming’s ideas.

If you would like to see more of the tasters, get involved or follow the blog this is the link to use: http://www.flemingpolicycentre.org.uk/seed-beneath-snow/ These are some of the videos you can watch on this project.

Introduction Deep Time Walk Encountering another being

Philip Carr-Gom

https://vimeo.com/236280442 https://vimeo.com/236050600 https://vimeo.com/236295766

ENTERTAINING INTERLUDE “HORI OSHY” Death of a Japanese Tattoo Artist Cesira Borromei 2 Emma opened her eyes, she was still on the floor. It took her a few moments to remember and understand where she was. Then a sudden thought crossed her mind, she sat up straight, while her hands were anxiously lifting her jumper, searching her naked skin.

“It was just a dream” she told herself out loud, with a sigh of relief, uncovering her white arms. A pale light was filtering through the windows, so Emma realized she had slept several hours. A bitter taste in her mouth and a feeling of heaviness in her head confirmed her terrible suspicion: she had been drugged!

She got up without manking any noise, the study seemed empty; while she was collecting her things, she remembered that Andrea had disapeared the night before behind a sliding door. She went in that direction to check if she was really alone.

When she reached the threshold she saw the gruesome scene: lit by an upside lamp, “something” was down on the floor, all around it were the signs of a fast and angry search.

She was fascinated by her observation of many tattoes on the body, depicting vortexes and water splashes, with flying carps ridden by children deities. Peonies and female faces bloomed, like good luck goddesses. The only part in one color were the feet and the hands, as well as the head covered by white hair. The head, now relaxed in death, showed clear oriental features.

Something had altered the profile of his chest: Emma stepped closer and saw 2 ivory sticks, used for manual tattoes in the ancient oriental style, they were deeply nested between the ribs close to the heart.

Emma closed her eyes “I cannot faint now” she murmured to herself “ I need to leave as soon as possible”.

She looked around desperately, looking for an escape route, then she saw it: a door camouflaged with the back wall. Walking over the body she reached for it, turned the handle and found herself in the silent and humid hall of the building, just a few steps and she was out of the old gate on the street.

She walked fast, hoping her legs would support her a little longer. Or at least as far as the taxi she could already see.

“Ae you free?” “where are we going” was his answer. As soon as she had given the name of the street and the driver had started his engine, Emma relaxed on the back seat, waiting for her heart to slow down.

In a dream like state she had climbed the stairs of the old house, a friend of hers had let her house sit during her stay in India. She opened the door with the little energy she had left.

When the cat approached her for cuddling, she jumped back. “ How handsome you are – she said recognizing it – come here, you must be hungry. You haven't eaten since yeterday. She went to the kitchen where she opened a tin box for Orfeo, while she placed the water to be boiled on the counter. Only when her long american coffee was ready, she gave herself permission to think.

His jaguar was fast on the motorway between Frankfurt and Bonn, in spite of the reduced visiblity due to heavy rains. Andrea looked at his watch: eight in the morning and it still looked like night. He began to feel tired, he had never stopped driving since leaving Milan, apart from a short stop in Zurich for a coffee.

He calculated that he still needed 4 more hours before reaching his destination. He needed to stay awake, so he turned on the radio and found a classical opera station, he sat back more comfortably in his chair and concentrated on the road.

At about the same time, an oriental looking man was walking in a hurry, he looked tense and worried, along the corridor of an elegant and modern hotel in Milan.

His motorcycle helmet was dangling against his hip. He stopped in front of a door, he knocked three times according to the agreed signal.

The door opened a little, then it let him in.

Nakano thought that all hotel rooms look the same, even the landscape visible through the wide window at the back of the room could not help to identify the city.

He went towards a small lounge where Hito was sitting with two men.

They were drinking tea in ancient painted bowls. The fierce head of the Yakuza never travelled without his traditional tea set.

Nakano once more thought that the old ones had over stayed their time in the organization, soon it would be time to give space to the young, intelligent and pitiless new generation, like himself.

He bowed and waited for his time to speak. Hito was drinking his tea with semi closed eyes. Only when he finished and placed his bowl back on the table, he looked at him with the icy stare that always managed to make Nakano feel uncomfortable, because it reminded him how that minute man had life and death power over him and would not hesitate in using it.

“Sir – he said – Hori died without revelaing his secret” He remained silent, waiting for Hito's reaction, but nothing happened, only his eyes became somewhat smaller. “ I had entered the flat through the door from the building hall” Nakano continued, while the old man was seated with his back turned to him, apparently intent on cleaning something. “ I didn't make any noise, but he sensed my presence: he turned towards me and, for a few seconds, we were looking at each other in the eyes.

Then, without any warning, with an unforseable gesture, he dived with all the weight of his body while he was holding his pointed ivory sticks, as sharp as a dagger. When I went to his side and I turned him, he was already dying with those tools piercing his heart.

I had an angry reaction: I looked everywhere, without knowing what to look for. Then I heard somebody entering from the studio door: it was his Italian friend Andrea. At that point I left the apartment the same way I had arrived”.

Silence followed the end of his tale; then Hito's voice trembling with contained rage said: “ So you have failed me! Haven't you?”.

Nakano felt suddenly in great danger, he moved uneasily, then he decided not to show fear, he raised his head and looked at Hito straight in the eyes: “Sir, I have made a mistake and I will accept to be punished, but I believe not all is lost. When I left the building I didn't leave the area, I crossed the street and I remained to observe the events.

After a few minutes a woman entered the studio, I could see her face in the light of the sign above. Nothing has happened until early this morning; the woman left the building, she looked out of sorts, so I decided to follow her with my motorbyke. The taxi took her to an old house, when she entered the house she looked exhausted. So I came to do my report, since I don't think she would move straight away.

If Andrea Barbieri, as I believe, has managed to leave without me seeing him, I am sure the woman can help us to find him and what we are looking for.”

After a few minutes, Hito spoke with a tired voice: “Once upon a time I would not have hesitated to have you killed for your failure, but now I am too old, life and death have different value.

I want Hori's secret at all costs, you will discover it for me.

But before you go, there is something you need to do.”

A short and sharp knife had appeared in his hands, Nakano took it nodding slowly, he kneeled down and, after a moment of deep concentration, he used it with decision: the small finger in his left hand was cut off immediately.

Cesira Borromei Edited and Translated by Antonella Vicini

WITNESSING Nunzio Sampalmieri A Sheperd's Story In this volume I am happy to introduce Nunzio, a man now in his 80's, who has a long life to tell and many amazing experiences to share. I have collected here some of his tales for those people who have forgotten what it is like to live off nature, without any comfort and facing our deepest physical fears. A. Vicini.

“When the moon appeared, huge behind the peak of the mountain, I thought: How great my life is!”

“For 25 years I lived the life of the sheperd, I started when I was six.

I was alone up there with my sheep and the dogs, yet I never felt lonely.

For some people solitude is bad, but for me it was good.

Whenever I went to a town, I stayed for a short while, but then I left quickly, I needed to go back to my mountains.

I used to collect mushrooms up there, I cooked them on the open fire, then I made some small pasta and I combined the two ingredients, adding lots of sheep cheese. That was the most delicious food I have ever had.

One night, I must have been 12, it was snowing so heavily that I was soaked to the bones. I only had one match left, so I put it in my underwear, trying to keep it dry. Then I sliced it into thin slivers, as if I was making a minute pyre, I lit it up praying it would take.

Luckily it worked, so I spent the rest of the night cutting branches, gathering wood and feeding my bright burning fire.

It was so tall, its light shined in the darkness around, while clouds of steam raised from the damp wool of the sheep all around and the snow kept falling.

In such a way I made it through that night, and many other nights, when the wolves attacked the sheep and I, armed only with my small knife, had to face the fierceness of those hungry beasts.

One night it was raining so hard that I was soaked to the bones, I saw that nearby there was a cemetery and they had been doing some work there for new buildings, I and another sheperd found some empty spaces in the new buildings so we spent the night there, away from the rain. I am sure the dead didn't mind us sleeping with them.

Another winter time it was so cold and icy that we could not reach any place to buy food, one lamb died and froze because of the cold.

Eventually we decided to eat it, but could not start a fire, so we had to eat it frozen, like icicles...

The mountain was my home.

I loved being outdoors with a small, precarious shelter for my sleep.

On the mountains I learned to cook, to wash my clothes and look after myself, so I was always well fed and clothed.

I listened to the sounds out there and I started to create poems to sing that beauty�.

Nunzio Sampalmieri Stories Collected and Translated by Antonella Vicini

AUTHORS

Antonella Vicini http://badgermedicinespirit.wix.com/tirthayatra Writer and editor of THE BADGER, author of Talking with Gods, Sages, Fairies.... (a novel published in 2014). Steeped in classical and indological studies, I have spent all my life learning from people as well as from the ancient texts that keep revealing their immortal, thus contemporary teachings. I am happy when I can share new visions and face new challenges. I am a professional rebirther and trainer (since 1987), Reiki master since 1991, stress management and leadership trainer, writer and visionary. I also lead workshops on shamanic journeying and soul healing. I am deeply grateful to all my teachers and elders. Badger Medicine Spirit

Adrian Rooke I am a person centered therapist specializing in addiction and the consequences to family, I counsel the bereaved, and supervise other counselors. I am also a massage therapist and Reiki practitioner. I am a member of the spiritual companions and practice as a celebrant conducting Handfastings and funerals. I have been a member of the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids for over 20 years, where I have served as the press officer for 12 years and a Tutor for many years. I have an interest in Wicca.

Composer, pianist, Italian teacher. Andrea "EXO" Garella began studying piano at 9 years old under the guidance of Walter Ferrato who shared with him the art of improvisation and composition. Between 16 and 20 he reaped the fruits of his studies with long concert tours. In everyday life he works in education and training in the field of safety. He is also a licensed designer for mechanical and thermotechnical projects. He has always been interested in occultism and esoterism. He is about to publish a book where he will delve into these studies connecting such Masters as H.P. Blavatsky, Wolfgang Pauli, C.G. Jung, A. Einstein, Jeremy Narby, C. Castaneda,Rick Strassman, Jean Dubuis and more. Here you can find one of his musical pieces: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FmaMRyjF6o

Bianca Veronica Born in Sicily, Palermo, now living in Rome. The main themes of my life are the reasearch of the meaning of life, love for the arts, desire to help other people. For these reasons I have devoted my life to natural therapies, art therapy, painter, Reiki Master since 1995. I have started to write for an ancient memory that keeps calling me.

David R. Kopacz, MD The focus of my work is bringing creativity, spirituality, and healing to my work with clients as well as to the larger challenges that face health care and society. I work at Puget Sound Veterans Affairs Health Care System in Seattle in Primary Care Mental Health Integration and have an appointment as an Acting Assistant Professor at the University of Washington. I am board certified through the American Board of Psychiatry & Neurology, the American Board of Integrative & Holistic Medicine and the American Board of Integrative Medicine. I have worked in a number of practice settings over the years. Prior to moving to Seattle I spent three and a half years in New Zealand where I worked in Assertive Community Outreach at Manaaki House Community Health Center and also served as Clinical Director at Buchanan Rehabilitation Centre.

Fredric Lehrman http://www.nomaduniversity.com/ is one of the original “Wealth Psychologists” who looked deeply into the subconscious habit patterns that may either support or thwart personal financial success. He began teaching these insights in the early 1970’s, and his seminars, articles, and coaching have been the launch point for many of today’s best known experts and authors ever since. Fredric’s personal career has included intensive study with master teachers in many disciplines, and professional success in music, psychology, martial arts, photography, and global entrepreneurship, networking and innovation. He founded Nomad University in 1974 as a way to expand the concept of education as a life-long individual path of self-directed learning. The ideas he articulated then are now starting to appear in new schools all around the internet-connected world of the 21st century.

Laura Bottagisio www.laurabottagisio.com is an astrologer and seeker. She started studying astrology at the beginnings of the 80's with Lisa Morpurgo, she later worked with the Cosmos Institute of Milan, where she learnt about the theory and practice of Vibrational Waters. She has attended seminars with gerard Athias and Jp Brebion on new medicine and bio analogy. She shares her discoveries in her blog. She also creates tableaux with recycled materials, in this way she creates images out of emotions and inner worlds.

Philip Carr Gomm http://www.philipcarr-gomm.com/ Philip lives in the wide open landscape of the South Downs in Sussex, England, with his wife Stephanie. In his teens, he began studying Druidry as a spiritual path with Ross Nichols, the founder of The Order of Bards Ovates and Druids. Later he took a degree in psychology from University College London, and trained in psychotherapy for adults at The Institute of Psychosynthesis, and in play therapy for children with Dr Rachel Pinney. He also trained in Montessori education with the London Montessori Centre, and founded the Lewes Montessori School. In 1988 Philip was asked to lead The Order of Bards Ovates and Druids, and he combines this role in the Order with writing and giving talks and workshops.

Raffaella Vicini Born a double Scorpio, she has a degree in Law and has been working as lawyer for about 20 years.

Her rational side has lead her to the law, while the deep, profound and mysterious side of her soul has guided her towards a path of personal growth (Rebirthing, Reiki, Yoga and other techniques).

She loves to travel and learn about different cultures, she has met people of all colours, creeds, languages, learning and sharing their experiences.

Renato Tittarelli www.risoessenza.it www.renatotittarelli.it is a spiritual seeker and holistic practitioner. He has been teaching and sharing about non conventional medicines for the last 30 years: integral yoga, shiatsu, meditation, spiritual healing, numerology, alchemy, naturopathy, aromatherapy and massage. From 2000 has started to divulge more of his work in Italy and abroad working on the scientific as well as alchemical and hermetical aspects. He is the founder of SOAM (School of Holistic Aromatherapy and Massage), Didactic director or the Professional School of Aromatherapy in Livorno.

Samantha Fumagalli and Flavio Gandini http://www.vega2000.it/ http://www.dermoriflessologia.it have been researching for over 20 years in the field of psyco-alchemy. They are the creators of DermoReflexology and DermoAlchemy.

In 2000 they founded the Association Vega for the study and publication of the new discoveries. Their professional course in DermoReflexology has been acknowledged by ASI/CON since 2012 as part of the natural and holistic arts.

Rosana Liera www.rosanaliera.com is an internationally acclaimed award-winning artist, author and psychic. She has become member of the "International committee of artists for peace". Her work as a therapist combines her innate psychic and healing gifts with 15 years of practicing several holistic disciplines. In 2009, after a near-death experience, Rosana started communicating with the angelic realm. Since then, she offers everybody the chance of meeting their angels through her books, conferences, seminars and concerts all around the world. She is author of several books, dvd and courses on this topic.

Cesira Borromei My childhood was spent among the fog of the milanese province. I studied languages at the Catholic University there, but I dropped out of school when I moved to Rome, over 50 years ago.

I write to avoid boredom and pain, so I can use all my self irony. I have travelled most of my life for work and leisure, with my partner, then alone. At the moment I “do not live� in Tuscania.

Jo Dunbar www.botanicamedica.co.uk Medical Herbalist for over 18 years , hypnotherapist for over 10 years. She founded Botanica Medica herbal apothecary. She has reached Druid level (member of OBOD). Author of Spirit of the Hedgerow, winner of the 2016 Local Legend spiritual writing competition, finalist in the Wishing Shelf book awards, author of Stress, Burnout and Fatigue (Self-published), and How to Cope Successfully with Candida (Wellhouse Publishing). Leader of many workshops in herbal medicine over the years. Currently running Magical Forest retreats with Adrian Rooke .

Lida Lodi Perry https://www.facebook.com/lidaperry?ref=profile Lida was born in the North East of Italy (Vicenza) after graduating from a teacher Institute she came to the USA, where she continued her education at the University of Massachusetts with a degree in Psychology and later a Master in Social Work. She worked for many years at a drug clinic in the local hospital. In 1984 she went back to Italy to work with abused children as a director of a residential facility. She moved on to work as a supervisor and Psychologist at Milan Cancer Institute where she is still consulting, while having a successful private practice as psychotherapist.

She was also cofounder of the Rebirthing Institute with Antonella Vicini, she became a Reiki Master in 1992, she is still active with the local and international Reiki community.

Roberta La Monica http://robertalamonica.com/ After the degree in architecture, I have followed my inspiration which has led me to designing costumes and sets for, videos, films and theathre. I have had my waterworks shown in many galleries since 1996, while at the same time pursuing live painting performances accompanied by various artists. I teach workshop for beginners in painting, both children and adults, creating and environment where they can develop freely their creative veins. I deeply believe that artists are responsible for brininging serenity into the world.

Giosie Colagrossi after some years in England and Germany, she discovered India, where she lived and worked for 6 years. In 1988 she became a Yoga teacher in India with the Master Svamiji Ravi Shankar, there she taught in various schools and universities such as Sholapur, Bangalore, Gulbarga, Trivandrum, Simla, New Dehli,Calcutta and Puna. Upon her return in Italy, she continued her studies with a degree in naturopathy and iridology. She currently lives and works in the province of Viterbo, so rich in natural and artistic beauty.

Elisa Stranieri I was born in the countryside of Calabria. I have always practied and studied art, all the way to my MA at the Academy of Fine Arts in Rome. I love nature, ethnic music and good wine, I like travelling and connect with new cultures, my camera is my second eye, always ready to help me in expressing my viewpoint by catching fragments of places, stories, traditions.

Gianluca Gasparini self taught photgrapher and explorer. Gianluca travels around the world to find interesting places for his camera. This is the way he seeks and discovers ever new horizons both professionally and personally. His work has already been shown in personal and collective exhibitions.

Daniele Sampalmieri born in Ancona, Italy. After his technical studies, he spent several years studying Yoga, Integrative Rebirthing, Meditation, Shamanism, Ayurveda, Nutrition and Cooking.

He has lived in many countries because of his work in the food and beverage field. His home is in Kenya, he has been exposed to many cultures and even had the chance of living with some tribes.

In the last 2 years he has devoted his attention to the Alkaline nutrition and Vegan cooking.

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