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Resurrecting the Divine Feminine

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As a child I was taught that Easter was a Pagan holiday and therefore an evil holiday.

We believed that Jesus was born on April 6th. That he died on his 33rd birthday, followed three days later with his mysterious resurrection. Rather than an Easter celebration we had a birthday celebration, with birthday cake and all. It was a celebration of Jesus in his physical life and his promise of eternal life.

Slowly the eggs, bunnies and other “worldly” aspects of Easter sneaked their way into our secluded community. For many years I felt very confused about what bunnies and eggs had to do with The Christ’s resurrection. Long after many families in the community gave up the strictness surrounding the celebration of Pagan holidays, my father was a stickler about it. My first official Easter egg hunt didn’t come until I had kids of my own and a real reason to celebrate. Until recently I did not understand what father meant by “Pagan” and now I finally do.

Knowing what I now know, Easter has a whole new meaning. For me it is a celebration of resurrecting the Divine Feminine.

There is nothing bad or evil about Paganism. What could be so wrong with celebrating our Mother? Why did we feel it so necessary at one point in our human evolution to belittle the Divine Feminine and reduce Her to nothing more than dirt? In reducing Her and all of Her qualities we have nearly destroyed our home. As we created the belief that the God is only masculine, we forgot about our feminine. As we forgot about our Mother we deprived ourselves of really knowing Her unconditional love, compassion and support. And yet, even without Her acknowledgement, She has continued to support us, feed us, clothe us, heal us and love us. She has continued to shower us with Her abundance, even as we bleed Her dry and abuse Her. That is unconditional love of a mother. Unconditional love is not the narcissistic and egotistic love of the Divine Masculine I was raised with.

We now live in an amazing time of our human evolution, when more and more of us are waking up from our dark slumber and rising above our fear-based beliefs.

This is the time of the great resurrection and ascension that has been foretold. It simply doesn’t look the way so many expect it to look. It is the resurrection of the Christ Consciousness. It is the resurrection of unconditional love, that energy that is at the heart of the Divine Feminine. We are restoring the Divine Feminine to Her rightful place in balance and equality with the Divine Masculine, as we now understand that both masculine and feminine are necessary for all creation. As humanity comes together as one family we now see the true value of feminine qualities and propensities. After thousands of years of being put down and treated with worthlessness, true feminine qualities are being restored to their true power. Reminding us that love really is the most powerful force in the universe.

In resurrection the Divine Feminine and Her love-based energies we are restoring balance to the planet. With Her comes the much needed love, compassion, healing, communication, creativity and abundance that is needed to mend and re-create our world.

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Christmas and Other Pagan Rituals

Happy Holidays

When our commune was first established the founding elders agreed that there would be no recognition or celebration of holidays based in Pagan tradition. That sadly included Christmas.

My father referred to Christmas as a “filthy Pagan ritual” and refused to expose his children to its customs. As a child I was far too young to understand the true meaning of either the holiday or my father’s opinion of its formation. Growing up I knew the birth of Jesus was in April and we celebrated his birth each year with great enthusiasm. While conveniently close to Easter, another Pagan tradition, the birth of Christ had it’s own celebration every year on April 6th. As I got older I decided my father was crazy, but I digress.

Aside from a small gift provided by my grandparents, Christmas went by each year with no fan fare or acknowledgement. As a teenager I rebelled against my parents wishes and brought a Christmas tree into my bedroom. It’s amazing what a hatchet, a few strings of popped corn and silver fake icicles can do to lift the holiday spirit. It wasn’t much but it was mine.

As I became an adult and enjoyed the fruits of the real world I fell in love with Christmas. I fell in love with the lights, the music, the food and the energy. But I still had no connection with it in regards to Jesus. It was a Pagan celebration of joy and giving and I was perfectly accepting of that. I was anti-religion and wanted nothing to do with any religious aspect of the holidays. Then I matured and discovered the truth of Spirituality. I rediscovered Christ and his teachings of love and light. I am not a Christian and have no attachments to the birth of Christ. I have finally come to understand the true meaning of Christmas and the joyous celebration this season represents.

It turns out that my crazy father as right about the Pagan foundation of Christmas, although I completely disagree about it being based in evil practices. I for one celebrate the Divine Feminine and everything She represents. More on that in another blog. Most Religious scholars agree that Jesus was most likely not born in December, so why did the Catholic Church choose December 25th? It is really quite simple and you can find the juicy details in links provided below. Warning, these links may cause you to rethink a few things you think you know. These are only for the open-minded…

My favorite part of the Winter holiday festivities is the celebration of light. It is no accident that the demigods such as Jesus were supposedly born around December 21st. The winter solstice is the day that the promise of light returns each year to our planet. The weeks surrounding the winter solstice have been celebrated for thousands of years, long before the birth of Christ, by cultures all over the world. Regardless of religious, pagan or traditional beliefs this time of year has always been filled with gratitude, joy and celebration. It is a time that celebrates abundance and promises hope for the future. It is a celebration of prosperity, love and light.

The Christmas season is not just for Christians but for people of all races, creeds and beliefs to celebrate the harvest, celebrate life’s bounty, celebrate love and yes, celebrate the return of light and hope that accompanies it. The return of light is recognized with many names and rituals, all of which are beautiful and inspiring. Regardless of the tradition they all deserve recognition and celebration.

To all of my friends and family around the world I wish you Happy Holidays!

For more information about the true history of Christmas visit the History Channel at
For more details on the story of Jesus check out

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A Different Kind of New Year’s Celebration

During research for my forthcoming book I stumbled across a hand produced notebook that had been compiled by students in the community where I grew up. Within its pages were notes from the community secretary describing a meeting that took place among leaders during the community’s inception.  In that meeting it was agreed that no Pagan holidays would be recognized or publicized.  And with that declaration I was unaware of Christmas, never knew of Halloween and its Trick-or-Treating, did not hand out Valentine’s cards and did not gather Easter Eggs in the spring.

Living in this closed community I had no idea when I was young how the rest of the world lived or what outsiders celebrated.  Due to the continual efforts of members in our community, our Zion on the hill became a magnet for others who wanted to experience our clandestine lifestyle.  As more people moved into the community they brought with them their worldly ways, and some refused to give up what they brought with them. They brought their ideas, traditions and celebrations.

Although our founding fathers were firmly against the celebration of any Pagan holidays and traditions, some of the newer members refused to give up their worldly celebrations. Christmas, Valentine’s Day and Easter, although not celebrated openly, were secretly celebrated in individual family’s homes. When many children began arriving at school with new toys and new clothes for Christmas, I was devastated, as were my brothers and sisters. Feeling the pressure, and not wanting us to be completely left out, my parents gave into pressure, and we created a gift-giving tradition of our own.

Every New Year’s Eve we had a celebration that rivaled that of any neighbor.  My mother’s handmade doughnuts and Chex party mix were the talk of every kid in town.  After the children were sound asleep, my father placed a box the size of a refrigerator on the center of our living room floor.  My parents filled the box with gifts for their many children. Nothing extravagant of course, with a dozen mouths to feed money was in short supply. The gifts were nothing more than the necessities of clothing, and each of us received one toy.  New Year’s morning we all woke up with the exuberance of any child at Christmas to unwrap the treasures that await us in the “big box.”   New Year’s Day was always the biggest day of the year in our house.