Sharing the Love – Tzipora Katz

The Journey Begins

I’ve known this powerful woman for more than half my life.  She has been through immense darkness and has come out the other side, more than a survivor, but a thriver.

Please take he time to listen to videos, read her words, and spread her message.

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The Exodus

from one of the comments:

“. . . realize that humanity has not learned the true lessons of the necessity for stewardship of Creation and the realities of the results of dominance as it is opposed to peaceful coexistence and fruitful management of “our” planet. LOVE/PEACE . . .”

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Frans Francken I. Hans skola: Den rike mannen och Lazarus. NM 429
I have seen your religion, and I hate it.
I have heard your doctrine, and I loathe it.
Take away your empty praise songs,
your vacuous worshiptainment.
Your mouth is full of religious words,
but your proverbs are salted manure.

“The sick deserve to be sick.
The poor deserve to be poor.
The rich deserve to be rich.
The imprisoned deserve to be imprisoned.”
Because you never saw him sick, or poor, or in prison.

“If he had followed police instructions,
if he had minded the company he keeps,
he would not have been killed,”
You say in the hearing
of a man hanging on a cross
between two thieves.

“People who live good lives
do not have pre-existing conditions,” you say,
carving these words over the hospital door:
“Who sinned, this man or his parents,
that he was born blind?”

“It is the church’s job, not the government’s,”

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[repost] Read This Before Patheos Deletes it.


The following is a repost of an essay deleted by Patheos Pagan detailing the changes they’ve made and their intention to censor their writers. The essay was written by John Halstead on his Patheos-hosted wordpress blog, Allergic Pagan.

We are republishing this because it was deleted by Patheos and the author was locked out of his account, effectively censoring it from the internet.

Please consider reposting this widely, and even hosting it on your website in case of legal threats to us.

I’ve been writing at Patheos for 4 years now (blogging for 6 years in all). In that time, Patheos has changed in some significant ways. The three editors of Patheos Pagan that I’ve known — Star Foster, Christine Hoff Kraemer (who hired me on), and Jason Mankeywere each very different in their own way.

The biggest change, though, is that in the last couple of years…

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How to Make Bird Seed Cakes and Suet for Candlemas, Valentine’s Day or Spring Equinox #SilverRavenWolf

Some lovely ideas here from Silver Ravenwolf. Sharing!

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Taco Cat casts a love spell with bird seed cakes and a red candle. As the birds eat the seeds, love will come into his life. Taco Cat casts a love spell with bird seed cakes and a red candle. As the birds eat the seeds, love will come into his life.

How to Make Bird Seed Cakes and Suet – Candlemas, Valentine’s Day, or Spring Equinox Celebrations #silverravenwolf

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January, February, and March in the northern climes can be difficult months for wildlife, depending upon weather conditions and available food source.  The arctic air and leaden skies – day after day, sometimes week after week– tend to drive many of us into that winter blues funk.  Working on projects to take care of Mother Nature’s children during the coldest months of the year is amazingly fulfilling for both animal and human.  Let’s face it – sometimes people have so super hurt us that although we want to be charitable?  It ain’t easy.  There are moments when we don’t really want to socialize…

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New Pagan temple in Poland

It’s happening again; first it was Iceland who started to build the first major nordic pagan temple after a thousand years of christianization in the land. Then, it was Denmark with a very be…

Source: New Pagan temple in Poland

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is Real


Years ago, there was no “seasonal affective disorder”.   It was called the “winter blues” and it was thought to be entirely psychosomatic.  We now know this is untrue.  This is a true physical/psychological disorder, and if steps are taken to manage symptoms, sufferers may be able to improve (if not eliminate) this difficult condition from their lives.

It’s especially difficult for those with SAD to fight against it (especially if the sufferer already has other physical and mental conditions) because SAD confuses them, saps their strength and happiness, and convinces them that there is no way to improve their lot in life.  They feel worthless, and believe that those who love them would be better off if they were dead and gone.  It becomes a vicious cycle, particularly when compounded with other depressive conditions.


If a sufferer can get control of symptoms before worsen, they may be able to improve the aspects of their lives impacted by the deep immeasurable sadness that seems to have no real explanation or source, other than the change of seasons from the Light to the Dark time of year.


As above, so below… when your heart and soul change, the world around you changes, too, whether for good or bad.  How you feel may not be reality, but it is real enough to you that you believe the false reality.

Because of SAD, all aspect of life are impacted… once again, that cycle.  Sleep — if it comes — is restless… bad dreams disturb the night… exhaustion… distraction… you can’t pay attention, your mind drifts to the negative, making you short-tempered and stressed.  Trying to work becomes a useless effort, and you stress over not being able to do what you feel needs to be done.  Stress and hopelessness become constant companions.


It’s almost impossible to be optimistic when SAD keeps pulling you down from the inside.


It is a real medical condition, and those who don’t believe you may not have the ability to understand what you’re experiencing.  Seek medical help, and support from friends and family who love you.  There is help, and there is hope.  The link below from the Mayo Clinic contains some information that I hope may assist you.

May you and yours be blessed with good health, now and in the future.




Train of Thought – On Love, Healing Wounds II, Leonard Cohen and Japanese Philosophy

I must believe that love will win.

Not politics, not parties, not offices, not countries, not war, not religion.


If I don’t believe that love will win, then I am as worse than dead… the Earth and her people, including me, are hopeless and helpless and fractured beyond all efforts to love.

I cannot allow myself to believe this is true.  The depths of my heart won’t allow it.

When a fracture to a human bone is healing, it forms a callus – new bone, made by the body – and the fracture site temporarily is stronger than the area around it.  I believe this to be true with us, the community of the Human Race.

There is a Japanese art called Kintsugi.  Kintsugi translates as “golden joinery” and is the means by which broken pottery is repaired, using lacquer intermingled with a precious metal.

A broken item is not thrown away, mourned then forgotten; nor is it hidden in the darkness, unused and disrespected as imperfect.  It is repaired and kept and deliberately celebrated in its new form.  The cracks become interesting new pathways traced within, and are not seen with disdain.  The procedure is not like plastic surgery which some of us use in an effort to remove the wrinkles and scars we have gotten throughout life, some earned and some suffered.  Certainly, they are flaws, but they are part of us.  Never were any of us “perfect,” and imperfection is a “perfectly” human trait.

I think this bit of wisdom was best expressed by the artist, Leonard Cohen, whom we recently lost.


Rest In Peace, Mr. Cohen, and thank you for your work.  You have given me hope.


My daughter is Puerto Rican on her father’s side.


My twin grandsons by her are AMERICAN.

I was honored to witness their birth at Stony Brook University Hospital.  They are now young teens.  They have coffee-colored skin, and I love them with all my heart.

They were just taunted at their school in Tennessee.  They were told that they were “Mexican” and because Mr. Trump was elected President, “soon they would be deported.”

I ask all of my friends and family who were and are supporters of the ideals and values they felt in their hearts — which they felt Mr. Trump shared and propounded — to please STAND WITH ME and others in my position, and do what we have begged the so-called “moderate Muslims” to do regarding Daesh:



Let me know NOW, please, so I know where we stand.

EXCERPT from ~

“. . . Possibly the most sinister social media post comes in the form of a video posted by a Trump supporter under the caption: “The wolves are coming.  Do you hear them?  They’ve had a taste of blood.  They want their meal.”

Posted on US election night, by “Grabby Nimble”, a twitter user whose feed is headed by a photo of planet Earth wearing a “Make America Great Again” cap, it features a bearded man talking outside, in the dark.

After blowing cigarette smoke into the camera, he says, with a smirk:

“To the leftists.  We the wolves, who have not had a taste of blood for the better part of 20 years, have finally gotten a taste.

“The wolves … are now at the table, and you are dinner.” . . . “

Inspirational, but F* word included

OK, people… and especially YOU, Wutende Frau.

You know those scary, dark corners that existed in our lives yesterday… or last week, or last year, or during our teens, or in our childhoods, or even before we were born?


Mr. Trump won the election.  They are still there.

But if Ms. Clinton had won… they’d still be there.

Sure, a lot of people on Earth feel angry… scared… betrayed… despondent… that because of the results of the 2016 election there will be more darkness, or other darkness, or new darkness, or double-super-secret-darkness is befalling us… but we still have the same damn  issues that have been impeding us and bullying us and frightening us and harassing us and negating us since we can remember.

I’m no Mary Sunshine, far from it, but let’s get the hell up and get to work, shall we?

FUCK domestic violence.

FUCK child abuse.

FUCK bullying (looking forward to your work against cyber-bullying, Mrs. T).

FUCK prejudice.

FUCK animal abuse.

FUCK homelessness.

FUCK hunger.

FUCK poor education.

FUCK lack of medical care.

FUCK “politics.”

…oh, and most of all?  FUCK APATHY!

Don’t feel hopeless.  We ARE hope.

Now, let’s get busy.

*drops mic*

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