Love Notes from Freya, 5/30/15

Originally posted on Freya: The Gold Thread:

It is not your job to be in control of the universe and everything in it. That is not your job. Your job is to live in this universe to the fullest extent of your capabilities–to live, to love, to laugh, and to pass your joy for life and knowledge of the world on to the next generation. That is your job. Don’t you think that’s enough for one human being to handle? With tenderness, Love, Freya.

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Love notes from Freya, 6/2/15

Originally posted on Freya: The Gold Thread:

There is no time like the present. The “Now” is when life is fertile, plans can be planted, life can be sown, enemies conquered, struggles put to rest; only NOW everything can you want or need be made manifest. You may have a harvest to reap tomorrow, indeed; but I can guarantee that will not happen unless you do something today.  Get to it. Love, Freya.

Not one to mince words is my Lady.

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And it grows darker and darker

It’s been quite a while since I came here. I’m tired. I’m always booked and overwhelmed with work. I had such a plentiful summer in 2014, I thought I would have some relief… But no. Each time I make a step, a new trial come in. Like an unceasing process of transformation and growth. It keeps coming quicker and quicker, whereas I crave for catching my breath. This Wheel of the Year has been really strange. Darker than the usual. Full of gaps. Some Sacred Festival didn’t “happen” energetically, like they were out of the map… The World is changing. There was no break through at “Imbolc” (or else) in February, no lustration, no renewed light. And afterwards Spring was held off for quite a while. And now… I only feel the storm gathering, heavy above our heads, making me so sick I laid in bed for 4 days. Where’s the Great Queen ? And where’s Freyja ? The year is dark. I am sinking into an Ocean of introspection that is never ending.

Only the Dead remain. And Ancestors. Restless. Relentless.

I had the chance of grasping this wonderful and rare tool in order to help me anchor and work with them : prayer beads for Hyndla, our Grand-Mother, the ultimate teacher for me. The Norns are not far, but their work is heavy and they have let me rest till now… I imagine I’ll get something for them too in the near future.

( >click for more pictures< and description by the crafter,
whom I cannot recommend enough)

I’m locked away in my room, and in my mind, drifting. Shifting. Fighting. And then off to work in that ferocious world. And back again, in the room. Reading, writing, working. There are no words available for me to the world yet.

Take care.

Personne ne mérite ça – No one deserves this

Valiel Elentári:

If you feel like it and have a few minutes to offer, I think that France and especially the victims and victims’ family could use any good healing thoughts. For Truth and Justice too, the Morrigan awaits.

Originally posted on L'Antre de Morrigan:

[An edito for the few English-speaking Reader. Today has suffered a terrible outburst of extremists’ violence in France : three people attacked a famous journal’s headquarters (Charlie Hebdo) during a meeting and killed 11 people, journalists, targeting some of the most well-kown and talented French cartoonists among their ranks. We don’t know who they are, how they did, and for now it doesn’t matter, I mean, I won’t spread rumors and vulgar generalization. All that remains is a horrible crime, targeting professionals and a very important institution (targeting the media). We are all in shock, and all that can be done for now is taking a few step back, not giving away to fear, and praying for the deceased, the wounded, their family, and truth.]

Parce qu’au fond de moi quelque chose grince. Et Elle grince. Nous n’avons pas assez d’informations, nous ne savons pas si c’était effectivement…

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Happy Hunting

The Dark Season is pretty rough this year. I didn’t think that could be possible, but it feels like… Wilder. A dear friend of mine posted this amazing surprising quote by poet and writer Rudyard Kipling, and it is incredibly accurate ! I couldn’t but share.

 

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free.
The herds are shut in byre and hut —
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tusk and claw.
O hear the call! Good Hunting, All
That keep the Jungle Law!

The Power of Love

A song that may ring a bell to many God-touched people and “godspouses”.

“The Power Of Love”

Aye… hmmm…

Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away
I’m so in love with you
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I’ll be around
With my undying death defying love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling light, flowers and pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushing in, rushing inside of me, hmmm…

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwined divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
I’m so in love with you
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky scraping dove
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

Make love your goal