Six-year-old boy banned from wearing Christian band (re-blogged)

I commented on this article, as follows:

Are the school’s students permitted to wear items of jewelry? If so, perhaps he could wear a symbol of his faith on a ring, bracelet or necklace (maybe not a brooch or pin, as they might be sharp). Or how about various faith-art t-shirts which he could wear daily (and beneath long-sleeve shirts in the cold weather)?

Don’t give up on this. I would not want anyone telling me I could not wear a symbol of my own faith in a public place, and so I support your son’s quest to wear his. Best wishes and many blessings to you from a Wiccan Woman in the USA.

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The Goddess of the Holy Rage (re-blogged)

The Goddess of the Holy Rage.

“The time has come, and we women get ready to meet at the fire, to share, listen and create, spiced with laughter and tears.”

– Esther Moser

Rape and Healing

So I was reading this article. It is about bodily rape by males upon females:

While reading, I noticed a few comments made by my friend, Ellarceehill…
like this one:

“. . . there is definitely a shift in consciousness by others coming forward, one voice, then many, and for the better good. Take care of yourself, fellow survivor. The cycle of abuse must be stopped, Grateful for your voice.”
– Ellarceehill

She wrote these words while interacting with a poster called Ravenmidnight, whom she mentioned as a victim, but then called her a survivor. Bravo and well-said… but there is a “next step” in this process of recovery. Some may forget this, and some may never know of it. That next step is the deliberate and calculated shift from “survivor” to “thriver.”


“. . . Don’t let the fear of being raped force you into changing who you are; if you let the fear of what might be change or inhibit the possibilities of your future, you are letting the people who perpetrated those evil acts win. . . I let it happen to me – after I was assaulted about 12 years ago, I became a hermit. I avoided people, avoided going out, changed the way I dressed, and spoke, how I looked, and behaved. . . ”
– Daezed

“. . . Most people don’t have a malevolent tolerance for an armed stranger jumping out from behind the bushes and attacking a young woman. Most people don’t have a malevolent tolerance for a bunch of football players drugging a young woman and gang-raping her. . . . . But our country (not everyone, not me, not you, not most commentators here) DOES tolerate the charming fraternity man who plies his conquest with drinks until she’s drunk enough to have sex with him. They tolerate the star quarterback who forces his lab partner to have sex with him when they’re studying in her bedroom. They tolerate that nice man in the choir who tells his wife its her marital duty to sleep with him every night. . . . . I agree that a lot of us just feel sick and helpless over the situation. But even more of us don’t think rape happened unless some stranger attacked a woman with a knife.”
– belle vierge

belle vierge and Daezed are right. The more we hide from others – and from ourselves – the more power we give to the rapist, whether he – or she (or they!) – were friends, strangers, relatives, or significant others. Rapists count on us to be weak, to shut up, to hide, to hate ourselves because of what was done to us. Our rape – and the rapists – should not define us. We were our authentic selves before the act took place, and we must strive to remain our authentic selves afterward. We must not allow the theft of our very souls due to the impermitted use/violation of our bodies.

Those who have suffered the unwarranted violence and indignity of a rape (of any kind) must claim their healing, but in that healing they also must re-claim what was taken from them by the act itself. For some, that which was taken from them might be peace of mind. For others, perhaps, it is the ability to walk alone at night. For more, it may be the act of sleeping in their own bed, in their own room, in their own home. For yet more, it may be the continuance of a loving physical relationship with their significant others.

heavy carry

As Daezed said, “I became a hermit. I avoided people, avoided going out, changed the way I dressed, and spoke, how I looked, and behaved” … acquiescing like this gives our rapists power, although we don’t mean to. We think hiding in these ways heals us and protects us, but it doesn’t. It just gives them victory, as that is all they ever wanted – power. Rape is not (always) about sex. It is about the power of one person over another, the forcing, the humiliating, the demanding and receiving whatever it is they want.

Ellarcee also stated: “How can we help in halting this archaic mindset. Early in recovery, after suffering a most brutal attack, a ‘mentor’ tried to convince me that I lured and used one of my attackers, which is not the case, after entering my own home, there was a home invasion in progress, there were multiple people, I was drugged, hostage, robbed and brutalized in every way over a period of days. This type of mentoring sent me into seeking proper help, and initialized much better care for my multiple injuries, which I am grateful for. but it was such a shock to have someone try to further compromise my very was mind bending to say the least and flared the other injuries to the point of near death, nearly took me out. This is the very thinking that I am greatly opposed to, then to think of others, this must be changed. . . . It’s taken years of therapy to move forward, many medical procedures, and a community of support. Today we do not have to go silent in fear of further punishment. I know what happened, I wish I could forget, but it doesn’t leave me. I know that I would never want to harm anyone with this, so I try to help. Mine is not a pity story, I’ve fought to stay alive, fought for good medical help, disabled as a result of rape 7 1/2 yrs. ago. As a senior citizen, it is very important to participate in this shift of thinking and consciousness. The rest of this sick historical repetition, is a red flag, some removed. It is so telling what sickness we’re up against, but progress is being made. . . . It cannot be explained away by the debators of rape. Rape is utter evil, rape invades a sacred ground of bodies minds and spirits, the very core of another human being, The infections, the unmitigated hell of another’s psychopathy changing forever what life is left for the abused as a result of rape. The medical expenses, and on-going health issues to this day for many, many of us is the part of rape that cannot go silent. Sometimes this needs to be brought forward, shown, just like in Eve Enslers 3 1/2 @ Yes, this many years after, it’s still there, the effects of rape, and many times from a hospital bed. We know this is not a pity story but the reality, rape is the burden. This violent cycle of abuse of rape must and will be broken. We are having a huge impact. Thank you and many others posting on this side of the threads, and for the millions who have read our side, we the raped side. We are strong, today, because we don’t have to go silent ever again.”

Indeed. We all must work hard at preventing our rapists from ruling our lives, haunting us, living “24/7” in our hearts and brains, paying no rent! Our lives should not be measured by “B.R.” and “A.R.” (“before rape” and “after rape”) unless terms like these would help us heal by standing up for ourselves and others in the same situation. We must not maintain the physical, mental and emotional insults provided by our critics, and torture ourselves with them. We have been through enough pain already, caused by others. There is no need to harm ourselves, too! We must stand tall and bring the act of rape out of the shadows of shame, into the beautiful bright light of love and life. We must pass through the agony of fire and come out on the other side of that inferno, as tempered and as sharp as quenched steel.*


We must never, ever be afraid or ashamed to speak up, even if those listening become embarrassed by what they hear from our mouths. Those of us who have experienced such horrific events and survived them must not stop there. We must not be afraid to continue, to grow, to thrive for the rest of our lives, to be better and stronger than we were before, and to be there for others. To teach them to learn as we learned..

So, why this blog entry? For many reasons. One is because I am a woman, now a Crone, and I have been there. Another reason is because I have young grandsons. They must understand the right and wrong of this issue. It is the responsibility of my amazing daughter, their mother, to raise those boys on the side of right and justice, respect and honor… and it is my ongoing responsibility to supply them – and all SisterWomen – with encouragement.


(*Note: tempering is a heat treatment applied to alloys such as steel or cast iron to achieve greater toughness by decreasing the hardness of the alloy [from Wikipedia]. Let us practice at decreasing our own “hardness” in order to achieve greater “toughness” to protect us in our lives. Namaste.)

A new era for many…

On January 19th of this year, my Clan was able to accomplish several things on our most important “to do” list… “Things to do to keep Sis Happy and Healthy.”

Thanks to the ongoing encouragement of a dear friend (as she prefers to remain anonymous, we shall call her “Lotta Nerve”) and the driving skills and open-mindedness of a special gentleman (whom we shall call “JC”), we were able to locate one another, break bread together, and experience a most glorious road-trip on a crisp, cold Saturday.  Giving all credit where it is due, it was the sudden inspiration of dear Lotta, less than 24 hours beforehand, that spurred us into action. You see, Lotta’s prior personal plans for Saturday had changed, and as she now had a free day, she was inspired to contact us to ask whether we were up for an adventure.

Within hours, we all agreed that fate had spoken and it was time for a visit to a shop called Magickal Realms.

Magickal Realms recently had relocated from a boring, land-locked portion of the Bronx, to nautical City Island (hail, Yemanja!).  Mind you, though… the shop is only a physical place.  Our actual destination was part of our joint past, which exists only in our hearts and minds, in the memories of long ago.  Our Quest was to trust the God/dess to unite those who shared those same memories, and step off into the Great Abyss, together.

So, without further ado, I present to you… MAGICKAL REALMS of City Island, New York.

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Rhea and Rhia

Rhea and Rhia

The two women in this photo have a shared past. What you see here is the instant of their reunion. Rhea, proprietess of Magickal Realms, is on the left. My sister, Rhia (named for Rhiannon), is on the right. Their path together runs far and deep, twisting and entwining like a string of DNA. It took over 30 years, and the inspiration and writing skills of  author  Michael Lloyd – on FaceBook, – to make this happen.


Mr. Lloyd wrote a book entitled “Bull of Heaven: The Mythic Life of Eddie Buczynski and the Rise of the New York Pagan”… and so, it was Mr. Lloyd’s research which brought us to this long-awaited reunion. 

My sister Rhia and I knew Herman Slater of the Warlock Shop and the Magickal Childe… but she was also close with Eddie, the topic of Mr. Lloyd’s book.  Here is a black and white photo of “Horrible Herman” in a place of honor within the window of the restaurant which used to be the Magickal Childe:

herman - bull book

The two photos below were taken of the altar which was set up in memory of Eddie, the night Mr. Lloyd’s book was celebrated at that same restaurant.  Rhea of Magickal Realms was present at that celebration, along with many others from “back in the day.”  Those years were the happiest in my Sister’s  lifetime. All she had wanted for a very long time was to know what had happened to the others she called family, those she had come to know and love. It was our hearing of this book, and our reading the reviews and seeing these photos that caused my Sister to express a real desire to do something she longed for yet feared — she wished to reunite with those she once knew.

eddie altar

eddie altar 2

Well, reunite she did, with tears and laughter. Thanks to Lotta for the inspiration… thanks to JC for driving us… thanks to Rhea for opening her door and her life to us.


Another very memorable soul from our past – dear Artie, who taught Pagan Way classes at the Magickal Childe – came to surprise us that night, and we all enjoyed reminiscing together. Artie even said that “JC” was “vibrating with energy,” and enjoyed spending time with him as a new acquaintance.


More details than the ones I have offered here would be inappropriate.

Let us just say that all which needed to be said was said, and all which needed to be done was done.

My sister Rhia is now content… and that was the purpose of the visit.

Merry meet, merry part… and merry meet, again.

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