Spiraling Downward & Inward It’s the time of spiraling down into the shadow-self. When we shift our awareness to introspection. Have a look-see inside to see how we are doing this time around. As Persephone leads us by the hand into Hecate’s realm, we are seeking to understand what destiny the Fates have in store. It is this time of year that most women seek tarot readings from me. It’s a good time. A Wise time. I made you a little video on this topic because it’s easier for me to chat about tarot with you this way. Grab a cup of hot tea and come see! I’m also please to announce a new Tarot class in the Dianic University Online. You can read more about that on down the page. VOLUNTEER HELP WANTED POSITIONS Are you interested in working with me and the Women's Spirituality Forum to help further the cause of women's spirituality and feminist theology? If so, we need you! Keep reading….
We are currently looking for women who can dedicate some time to the following projects and services: Intern for TV Project This is a volunteer position. The woman must live in the Bay Area in CA within driving distance to Z in Oakland. She must be willing to dedicate 3-5 hours a week/biweekly to this project. Tasks include, but are not limited to filing, letter writing online research, etc. PR Spokes Women This is a volunteer position. The women must be computer savvy. They must be willing to dedicate 3-5 hours a week/biweekly to this project. Tasks include, but are not limited to online research, writing press releases, getting-the-word-out tasks, helping with scheduling events, etc. Personal Assistant to Z This is a volunteer position. The woman must live in the Bay Area in CA within driving distance to Z in Oakland. She must be willing to dedicate 3-5 hours a week/biweekly to this project. Tasks include, but are not limited to filing, letter writing, online research, editing, etc. If you are interested in any of these positions, please contact Z today! Be sure and indicated which position you are interested in. Blessed be,
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In honor of my feminist fore- mothers during this transformative season; I continue Part II of the life of Inez Milholland. May she speak to you too; and never be forgotten! “This is the time to demonstrate our sister-hood, our spirit, our blithe courage and our will. It is women for women now and shall be till the fight is won. Let them know women stand by women. Our mission is of almost sacred importance.” Inez Milholland Inez Milholland was a vision; dressed in white astride a brilliant white horse leading more than five thousand women down Pennsylvania Avenue on March 13, 1913. She held a banner reading, “Forward into Light.” Alice Paul, the organizer of this well-planned March for Suffrage hoped to gain media attention for the cause. She was delighted to be part of the first group to disrupt a presidential inauguration. Inez used the power she held as “the most beautiful suffragette”, to persuade The National Women's Party to allow women of color to march. She refused to be the leading herald if her vision of equality was not reality for just this one day. Women of all ages, races and creeds, ten all-female marching bands and 120 floats made a momentous display of pride and hope for the vote. The women became surrounded by thousands of rowdy men, in town for the inauguration of Woodrow Wilson. The crowd became so aggressive, that for a time women could only pass in a single file line. They were spat upon, jeered, cursed, shoved and pummeled with objects. Inez was nearly pulled from her mount. She struck at the men with her riding crop and urged her horse through the riot. The police did little to help, and the parade was nearly at a standstill until the U.S. Calvary was summoned to clear the way. Hours later the women arrived at the U.S. Treasury Building, where twenty thousand spectators were awaiting their feminist pageant, The Allegory. One hundred women and children represented historical heroines, Joan of Arc, Sappho and Queen Elizabeth I, and the feminist ideals of Freedom, Liberty and Justice. A New York Times reporter wrote, “It was one of the most impressively beautiful spectacles ever staged in this country. A battlefield captured by Amazons.” Inez was the star, and became the face of the New Woman in America. Alice Paul and Inez had bet on the beauty and pageantry to gain national attention. They had not planned on the violence that would leave three hundred women hospitalized, or the outrage of a nation, shifting consciousness. The indignation around the country and the protests of The National Women's party, forced the Senate to investigate the raucous scene and poor police work. The Suffragists had a stage to demonstrate against the patriarchy for two weeks. One hundred fifty witnesses testified, and although many Americans thought women should be at home- not marching in the streetsmost believed that even women had a right to peaceful assembly. “Excitement is the breath of life for me!” Inez Milholland
During a break from her work as an attorney, Inez met Eugen Bouisevain, a Dutch adventurer. One week later as they sailed to London, Inez proposed marriage; they eloped and refused a proper church wedding. The headlines back home read, “Inez Milholland surrenders to a mere man!” The couple believed in free love and equality of the sexes, like many of their Greenwich Village friends. Inez took many opportunities to write and speak of sexual liberation, and she practiced it as well. Although Inez was a liberated woman, she still believed that the role of mother was supreme. She worried about her own inability to conceive a child. With her hopes of motherhood, and love of women she implored the legislature to create a mother's pension, and stated, “Mothers should be cherished, protected and nurtured.” Two weeks after a German U-boat sank the Lusitania, killing all 1200 civilian passengers, Inez took on a new role as a war correspondent. She sailed to Italy to report for the Tribune, and was horrified by the devastation of World War I, and its effect on women. She wrote about women's struggle to care for their families alone, and the male voters who gave governments the power to lead their countries to war. “Woman has nothing to gain by aggressive warfare; she has everything to lose.” Inez Milholland
On account of her sex she was denied access to the battlefield, but she continued her reports, finding it increasingly difficult not to proselytize against war with a feminist flair. Many of her pacifist articles went unpublished, and the Italian government expelled her. She was one of the first women journalists to report on war overseas, but she returned to the states disappointed in her lack of success. She continued to break through patriarchal oppression with her practice of law, and focused on social justice issues and death penalty cases. In 1916, Inez was again called to duty by the National Women's Party Congressional Union. Alice Paul organized a western states speaking tour to convince women, who already had the vote, to vote against Woodrow Wilson and twenty three other anti-suffrage Democrats. Exhausted by her death penalty work and anemia she reluctantly agreed to be the keynote speaker on the four week, 12 state tour. With high career expectations for her, Inez's father encouraged her to go; and even financed her younger sister, Vida, to accompany Inez. “My anemic little trouble seems so ridiculous in a world of wounded and naked suffering.” Inez Milholland Inez believed that the votes of western women could scare Congress into passing Suffrage during their next session. She was always nervous about public speaking, but she was an incredible Amazon orator. Every train stop she was met by larger groups of people trying to catch a glimpse of her. The press called her “the most beautiful
envoy of the Women's Party.” She traveled by train at night and spoke during the day. Her voice became weaker, and she was increasingly tired. A physician diagnosed tonsillitis, and encouraged her to have surgery immediately. She refused to give up her most precious cause, and continued the grueling tour. Her passionate speeches gained more national attention, inspiring many women to register to vote. Inez was thrilled by her success, although she suffered daily body aches, painful bruises covering her body and exhaustion. She would often collapse in the train car, pale and limp, frightening her sister.
“I cannot see how I am able to go on, but I just have to.” Inez Milholland
Inez saw physical illness as a sign of weaknessantithetical to her true Amazonian spirit. She collapsed at a San Francisco rally with the words “Mr. President, how long must women wait for liberty?” on her lips. The crowd in shock- she returned to the stage after a brief break to finish her last speech. Vida insisted on her hospitalization, although Inez thought she just needed a few days rest. She was diagnosed with aplastic anemia, requiring blood transfusions from her sister. They were unsuccessful, and her family was told to prepare for her death. She received at least forty telegrams a day from admirers. Family and friends said their goodbyes. Even in death, Inez was still concerned for her causes. She said to a young suffragist visitor, “It's not going to be so hard now. Women have shown their power.” Inez died on November 25th, 1916, at the age of thirty. Her family was devastated, and the nation and her suffragist sisters were in shock. Vida and the suffragists had to regroup- Inez would want them to. They used her illness and death to show the world the lengths in which women would go for the vote. They hoped to gain sympathy for suffrage, not unlike the British Suffragettes hunger strikes and prison force- feedings. Inez became a martyr for Suffrage. An elaborate Christmas Day memorial service was held at the Capital Building’s Statuary Hall in Washington D.C, with one thousand people in attendance. The hall was filled with purple, white and gold banners and flags, lilies, cedar boughs and laurel. Children choirs sang, and a teenage girl in white, carried a banner reading, “Forward into Light”, in remembrance of the famous March for Suffrage. Public sentiment was changing, and Inez was continually memorialized. Still President Wilson would not support Suffrage. The Suffragists held continuous pickets of the White House, holding signs with Inez's last public words, “Mr. President, how long must we wait for liberty?” They were arrested by order of the President; they held hunger-strikes and were force fed. The nation was appalled. The embarrassment surrounding their abuse forced the hand of the Congress to pass the Suffrage Amendment. After more public spectacles by the suffragists, led by Alice Paul, the Senate approved the amendment in June 1919. The 19th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified on August 26th, 1920, granting women the right to vote.
Inez was determined to succeed. She tried to break free of the constraints of sexism, and her own self- doubt. She seemed driven by moral duty and a sense of justice. I know from reading her quotes that she thought the fight for women's freedom was, “of almost sacred importance.” This leaves me to wonder what she thought was definitely of sacred importance. It is unclear from my research if she had any spiritual practice in her life. She rebelled against Presbyterianism at a young age, perhaps because her femaleness was not represented in the face of the Divine. She suffered from depression; perhaps from feminist activist burn-out, and without women's spirituality to re-charge her energies. This idea furthers my belief in the need for a women's spiritual revolution. Inez was an icon of her time, but sadly is hardly known today. Her larger than life image was surpassed only by her strength of spirit, and her will to create a new world for women. I sit by Lake Champlain, where I live. The beauty of the Adirondack Mountains across the lake is breath-taking, especially today. I can see the mountain in the distance where Inez is buried at her family home. I envision being there in 1924 - a final regal memorial to the fallen heroine. Ten thousand people are there to witness the pageant, “Forward into Light.” I hear choirs and bands; see flags and banners waving in the wind – the meadow transformed into a sea of purple, gold and white. Hundreds of women dress as heroines from history. Vida is on horseback, to portray her sister. She holds a torch of freedom which she lays upon the altar of humanity. She passes thirty smaller torches to younger women feminists; their work now focused on the election of women to
public office. I am there with them, and I ask Inez “Was it worth it?” She replies, her voice like ripples on the water. “We are one, we stand together and we fall together. Women are the hope of peaceful tomorrows.” I thank her for the many sacrifices she made for my freedom; and make a vow to tell women today about the struggle. With my tears drying in the breeze, I take my torch and I go bravely - Forward into Light! All quotes by Inez Milholland, unless otherwise specified. *“Forward into Light” is the National Woman's Party slogan. My Resources: http://www.boissevain.us/inezmilholland.html , http://vcencyclopedia.vassar.edu http://www.loc.gov/loc/lcib/9803/suffrage.html , http://americancivilwar.com/women/Womens_Suffrage/Inez_Milholland.html , The Library of Congress/American Memory Women of Protest: Photographs from the records of the National Woman's Party, Inez Milholland: The Suffrage Martyr by Kristen Jaconi at Stanford Law Other resources:HBO movie 2004: Iron Jawed Angels, Inez:The Life and Times Of Inez Milholland by Linda Lumsden, Founding Sisters and the Nineteenth Amendment by Eleanor Clift
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After more than thirty years in circulation, The Holy Book of Women’s Mysteries is still a ground-breaking book in the forefront of women’s spirituality. I have survived all of these years almost 30 years since I read your first book, Holy Women’s Mysteries. I was a practicing Buddhist in 1972, and then came your book and my whole life changed. I carry with me the inside knowledge that I am Goddess and so are my sisters--in secret we have always gathered. A deep thank you Z for writing that first book as I awoke the Goddess in me and I have been on the path ever since. I love you and respect you and I am deeply grateful for you for spawning the Women’s Spiritually Movement. Blessed Be - KRS
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Destiny Entry #1 ~ Childhood of Twilight Dreams ~ Part 1 Definition from the Dictionary: twilight |ˈtwīˌlīt| noun the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere. • the period of the evening during which this takes place, between daylight and darkness • [in sing. ] figurative- a period or state of obscurity, ambiguity, or gradual decline
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Childhood- a time saturated with mystical vignettes of shifting tides- long shadows of loss and uncertainty and defined by an aching gestation of the Soul seeking the capacity to comprehend existence... Lying on the floor of a bedroom- in one of the many houses my mother and her children were to drift into and out of- I recall reclining beneath a moonlit window in the middle of the night- shadows of barren tree branches lining my body like so many rivers on a mapand bathing my little self in cool serenity. This practice became a ritual unfolding into many-an-eventide in my youth- when living in yet another strange place meant seeking the comforting arms of the Night time together with her Lunar embrace as I moon-tanned into the Dawn. I recall my youth being an ocean of childhood years etched deep with shadow- gripped by much transience, turbulence, and hunger. I was the first-born child of a seventeen year-old Magyar Romany woman who grew up knowing only hardship and survival in the face of sexual abuse and mother-abandonment. She married a Sicilian volcano-of-a-man, ten years her senior, for whom gambling was the first love. My mother was the first Warrioress archetype I had ever encountered when I reflect upon the insurmountable odds her will to live triumphed over. My gypsy family found me to be strange- with my white hair and turquoise eyes- almost albino in aesthetic- born amongst a darkhaired, gloriously olive-skinned clan of Mediterranean-types. My mother expressed that I was a strangely silent child who observed a lot, listened deeply, and "raised herself". She found it odd that I never cried- nor did I want to eat for that matter. I gave her my first drawing of a stick-person at the age of one, and she realized that she had given birth to an artist. She met this realization with dread. In later years, I recall being aware that Life felt nebulous to me at best. Life felt like living between waking consciousness, and a dream with Hypnos as my guide. Vortices of chaos and change defining my life triggered long trance-like states within me as a child, and daydreams became sacred portals of solace. Furthermore, long stretches of Solitude spent in Nature quelled the noise of the everyday, and Nature became FIRST SPIRIT MOTHER to me. I learned a lot about the Mysteries of Life through observing the cycles of Nature. Seasonal Transformations taught me that death was not the end, and that change was the ONLY thing that held any permanence- long before I could grasp the vocabulary needed in conveying this understanding to others. In Nature, it felt as though Time worked differently; I felt that I could exist within more than one Realm at the same time. Voices whispered to me which embodied no material form for my eyes to behold, but whose presence left their impression much like the wind which rustles the leaves of the trees. Nature always made me feel a part of a Greater plan- whatever that Mystery may have meant in the Great Cosmick Scheme of Things. Nature gave me dreams and visions- Nature was my celestial medicine. Nature nurtured my artistic and mystical self when reality became too cold and harsh to comprehend. My mother divorced at a young age as the violence of her marriage escalated. She was a mother of four by the age of twenty- losing a child to crib death, and pulling herself out of abysmal states where the idea of jumping off of a building with her children seemed like a potential idea to carry through to action. She became fierce. She became Ceres-Incarnate- resting her children upon bags of flour in a Sicilian bakery that employed her to a decade of heavy physical labour. Life beckoned her to move. Going back to Hungary and to Germany for a few years became a reality as she made haste in evading the intent of my biological father to whisk us away from our mother.
In Europe, the Spiritual dimension of my life became more complex. I spent more time alone with animals than with human beings, and took extended strides through Nature and the Dream World. We endured farming-life following city living, complete with primordial experiences of the Life and Death cycle disclosed overtly through the Harvesting of Flora and Fauna around us. I submerged myself into this realm- observing the Intelligence of Nature. Magick abounded, and I allowed myself to transform into a bird in my child's mind in hopes that it would allow me to understand the language of the wild. We lived close to the Earthsurrounded by family members acquainted with the rituals of interpreting your dreams, or seeking insight through Tarot Cards and Tea Leaf readings. These were the most mysterious of times when I learned that our family was "different" from the majority of the neighbours. Our house was "stoned" by locals who did not appreciate "our kind" residing there. Our family is ROMANY- with a long, Matrilineal Heritage of Great Great Grandfather encircling Europe with his thirty-piece Caravan of Musical Mavericks. This energy characterized our family tree with Dirge, Song and Dance, Divination and Bohemianism, Pagan Agriculture and Alcoholism- true Roma-Soul. In terms of vocal expression, my family's communication skills with one another was defined through a "survival of the Loudest" approach. I sought refuge from this fact through the silence of visual arts. My great grandmother referred to me as the still water that runs deep- or the snake in the grass that is too quiet for her own good... but she said this with a twinkle in her eye, according to my mother, as if she held some hope for the warrioress-types of our womynfolk finding an outlet in my being. My sister, on the other hand, was undeniably, an out-and-out wylde childe who made no bones about being the diva gal that she was! *wink* My Great grandmother was the ultimate icon of Matrilineal Stability- a mother of fifteen children, eleven of whom survived. She took my mother under her care when my maternal grandmother- whose marriage was shattered by domestic violence and addiction- saw my mother as a living symbol of broken dreams. My Great Grandmother endured more than her share of broken dreams in her lifetime, but this six-foot Babushka-wearing Amazon of a matriarch chose to rise above the heartbreak of her own life in order to become the Allproviding archetype of abundance and love for the gypsy clan. My Great Grandmother was a melancholy spirit who chose to be a foundation of familial strength- who taught her children when to harvest the wild chamomile... who carried the pears to the local market alone... who sang operatic concertos in private above a bubbling cauldron when she thought her voice touched no ear. Life in Hungary has become a collection of memories that come upon my mind like a host of spectral visitations. These times seem haunted and forlornaltogether dream-like and suspended in the aether. We lived life under the stars, dreamed, and endured frightening journeys to the outhouse in the middle of the night. This life of humble simplicities and rural challenges had an expiry date- unbeknownst to my siblings and I. The return to life in North America was looming immanently when it became clear that our biological father had found us, and intended to take us to Sicily for good. Life in Hungary with its dirt roads, fruit trees and wildflowers were coming to a close... In the Picture, from Left to right: My Great Grandfather Dudas Josef holding my brother, my sister (dark-haired) and I (blond-haired) flanking my Great Grandmother, Boros Rosalia. Lunar Transformation on next page.
Reflections on Creation, Destruction and Change No tarot this time. Instead this just came to me of its own, so I hope you enjoy it. Sometimes you need to be careful what you ask for, you may get it. This is a truism, and it popped up in my life just recently. I had the joyous privilege of attending the Gathering the Goddess Festival at the beginning of September, and during the two amazing, powerful rituals we did, my spirit opened her mouth and wrote huge checks to the Goddess for me to cash. During the first ritual, I stated unequivocally (placing a cinnamon stick into a bonfire), “As this cinnamon burns, patriarchy will fall!” During the second ritual, when I had to claim or reclaim something for myself, my spirit put my foot in it again as I heard myself yelling out for all and sundry to hear, “I am a Daughter of the Goddess and I will not rest until all my sisters are awakened!” Hooboy, sometimes my mouth just ought to be bricked shut. Since that glorious weekend, I have watched like Cassandra as the financial system upon which patriarchy bases its power games has tanked, been shored up by desperate men, and then tanked again. The first incident actually happened the day after the first ritual, and I found out about it on the trip home. While I don’t wish misfortune on anyone, part of me has stood aside internally just watching the exchange system of patriarchy go through what feels to be Cheyne-Stokes breathing: one desperate gasp after another followed by periods of almost apnic calm where everyone holds their collective breath, then a quick sigh as things seem to settle down, then the whole shooting match starts all over again. Meanwhile on the home front, where I live was visited by flooding of record proportions within days of my return, and the place where I worked was inundated with water until it filled the first three levels of the building. I quickly got a new job and then proceeded to get into a car wreck. One disaster after another just popping up, ripping out the ground from under me, but in the meanwhile changing my lifestyle, my perspectives, and my priorities, and I’ve spent the last two months just trying to make sense of it. So many projects started as Mercury went retrograde the day of my accident (something I didn’t realize at the time) that now that it has gone direct I am finally getting to complete. I put out the offer to make people various herb crafts to help pay the deductible on my car, and half my herbs were ruined as I discovered to my dismay when I opened the cabinet to get going and then had to wait for new stocks to arrive. However, the plus side is I got to go through stores of herbs I hadn’t actually touched in over two years and see what I had and what I needed, AND – more importantly – I got my hands into them once again and relaxed as I was doing something I loved and felt good about.
Life had gotten so busy I had stopped doing things which I loved which for me have always been a deep part of my magickal practice. In giving me a disaster to cope with, the Goddess helped me wake up to myself once again and gave me back the gift of my herb crafting. As I realize now, I can’t very well go about waking up my Sisters when I am wandering through life half asleep! As a consequence of doing this, I’ve also gotten back to other things that had fallen by the wayside: reading the tarot, writing for the sheer joy of it, spending time at the altar just talking with the Goddesses, making an altar cloth for Samhain instead of going out and buying something… so many other things. I am really remembering myself! I got so caught up in being a nurse and all the things that go with it that I forgot about the rest of who I am. Now I have a nursing job where I have time to be me again and be a better nurse, and be with my family – and not feel like I have to stop sleeping altogether to do these things. Sometimes I am frightened as it seems I can hear the foundations creaking and crumbling as patriarchy falls apart. I have long dreamed of living a life where womyn and men are both truly free to be themselves in a world where patriarchy has no relevance. Realizing a dream like that means living through destruction – not fun, not pretty, and honestly, truly scary. I dream of that world, but I have no idea what the death throes will be like for me or anyone else as patriarchy gasps its last. Sometimes my brain wants to panic and yell to the Goddess, “No, I didn’t mean it, I take it back!” as I see yet another bulwark of the patriarchal system self-destruct from the poisons of its own excesses, but I put my faith and my heart in the hands of the Goddess a long time ago, and I have reaffirmed my trust in Her many times. I’m not about to relinquish that trust now. Destruction is necessary for change and creation to occur. The flowers grow, they bloom, they scatter their seeds, and they die. Next year new flowers grow. What is true for the flowers is true for everything. And thus will I go forward into this unknown time, and I will not fear. Fear is relinquishing your inner self and giving control of it to forces and beings outside yourself. You cannot be free when you are reacting from fear instead of acting from hope and love. If I want to live in a world where everyone is free, truly free in the integrity of their hearts and minds, then I had better walk the walk now instead of getting chicken just because life is a little too interesting. I will go forward, singing in my heart the song that embodies the trust I have in the Goddess, the song that gives me the peace to keep going when I want to run and hide. “We all come from the Goddess, and to Her we shall return Like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean…”
Crystal remedies, also commonly known as “gem essences�, are one of the most powerful ways to work with crystals. The basic principle behind the use of crystal remedies is the same as that of flower essences: the interaction of water and sunlight with the essential energy of crystals charging the water. When you drink this water, that energy works to dissolve blockages, which promotes the persistence of painful emotions and hinders personal growth. Crystal remedies are a very old form of medicine that is tremendously helpful for aiding in grounding energies. They serve to help us to re-establish our psychological and physical boundaries and are great at stabilizing us in times of increased stress. To make a crystal remedy place cleansed stones or crystals in pure lead crystal glass, half-filled with distilled water, then place it in the morning sun for three hours from 8 -11 a.m. The sun reflects through the liquid and into the stones, the water becomes charged with a vibration and color frequency of the stones. A crystal remedy is a great alternative for when it is not possible to carry or wear the stones that are needed for specific results.
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