• Way of the Goddess

    Way of the Goddess

    In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great calm. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great emptiness. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great love and nothing more. In the beginning, before the beginning, the great love in the great calm of the great emptiness dreamed a dream. In the beginning, before the beginning, the dream within the great love in the great calm of the great emptiness wished to be.  In the beginning, before the beginning, there was the Goddess and nothing more.

  • Starcraft

    The Way

    In the beginning, there were two great forces and nothing more.  In the beginning, there was electricity and magnetism and nothing more.  In the beginning, there was Love and Love and nothing more–the active love of will that pursues all that is imaginable and the passive love of desire that attracts all that is imaginable.  In the beginning, there was the God and the Goddess and nothing more.

    The Goddess had no other desire than to attract, and the God had no other will than to pursue.  And so it was that they found each other.  And so it was that the two become the One.  And it was bliss.  It was ecstasy.  It was sublime.  And there was magic.  There was everything.  Everything was a wave, ever so subtle, barely detectable.  And in the subtleness of the wave was consciousness.  The wave was a great sea of imagining.  An imagining of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be.  The wave was a great sea of will and desire.  The wave was the Void.  The Void was the wave.  The wave was everything and everything was the wave.  Within the wave swam millions upon millions of the most minute of particles.  The tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles contained each a giant awareness.  An awareness of all that ever was, all that is, and all that ever will be.  The tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles contained each a giant cache of will and desire.  The tiny, minuscule, barely-there particles contained each the Goddess and the God.  You are one of those particles.  You are the wave.  You are the everything.  You are the One.  You are an expression of divinity, with no other desire than to experience the joy and the bounty born from the union of the Goddess and the God–the Enchanted Estate of the One.

    The particles of the wave found within the great imagining the pattern of life.  Fueled by will and desire they became.  With each manifestation of matter, there was a residual manifestation of anti-matter.  And there was a balance of light and shadow and it was good.

    In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great calm. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great emptiness. In the beginning, before the beginning, there was a great love and nothing more. In the beginning, before the beginning, the great love in the great calm of the great emptiness dreamed a dream. In the beginning, before the beginning, the dream within the great love in the great calm of the great emptiness wished to be.  In the beginning, before the beginning, there was the Goddess and nothing more.

    For reasons beyond my ability to explain and your ability to comprehend, within this world and timeline–this particular possibility within the field of all possibilities–the balance has been lost.  Instead of basking in the glory of the bounty of the divine union, tricked and coerced by the dark, the particles of consciousness in this plane and timeline use their divinity to create suffering and chaos.  It is an abomination.  It is a sacrilege.  And the Goddess weeps.

    From the moment of your birth into matter, you are actively entrained to disconnect from your original intention.  The intention of expressing one very distinct, unique, and pure essence of the One.  To courageously and proudly shine the light of that essence is your purpose and your destiny.  It is only by fulfilling your original intention that humanity will be able to enter into the Enchanted Estate of the One.

    You are not alone, the guardians of this realm seek to lead you back into the Enchanted Estate of the Goddess.  And they have hidden the way in the stars.


  • Starcraft,  The Urania Code

    The Divine Dodecagram

    Urania’s code holds the balance that is the Way of the Goddess in the divine dodecagram.  The dodecagram reduces to three, and three is a magic number.  Three holds all that there is and all that we need to know.  It is representative of and a constant reminder of our origins.  One is the Goddess, two is the God, and three is the well of souls born of their union.  Three is the zero-point field, the force, all that ever was and all that ever will be, the field that all consciousness is born into and originates from.

    • The dodecagram is made of four triangles, that represent the four sacred elements–fire, water, air, and earth.
    • The dodecagram is two hexagrams intertwined.
    • One hexagram consists of Fire and Air.
    • The other hexagram consists of Earth and Water.
    • The four intersecting triangles result in 12 points placed exactly 360 degrees apart to form a perfect circle.
    • The three points of each triangle points to a direction.
    • The first point of each triangle points to a cardinal direction.
    • The second point of each triangle points to a primary intercardinal direction.
    • The third point of each triangle points to a secondary intercardinal direction.

    Sacred Directions

    1. East
    2. South
    3. West
    4. North

    Sacred Elements

    1. Fire
    2. Water
    3. Air
    4. Earth



  • Starcraft,  The Urania Code

    The Divine Axes


    Your desire to be, born of the emptiness of the Goddess has propelled you onto the path of a great journey.  As with most great journey’s, so to will this journey require a certain amount of specialized gear and equipment.  To acquire these all that is needed is your own awareness of them. The six axes lie exactly 30 degrees apart and when combined, make up the circle of your unique resonance–a very specific, unique, aspect of the the One.  Making the shape of a 36o degree circle, this equipment and gear is designed to be used together and to work together, one building upon the other.  Each axis consists of a starting point and an ending point.  The starting point represents what is needed by you as an individual and the ending point represents what is needed by you as part of the collective.  The starting points generally fall into the bottom half of the circle and the ending points generally fall into the top half of the circle.  Within the circle, each point of the axis is at opposites ends to one another.  Therefore, what we need as individuals is at opposition to what we need as a part of the collective.  The Way of the Goddess is to achieve balance between the two oppositions and live within the center of the circle.  The gear you need is:

    1. Avatar
    2. Power Source
    3. Communication & Navigation System
    4. Security System
    5. Emulation System
    6. Vehicle


  • Keepers of the Keys

    1st Key

    The Key of Sacred Identity

    From the Latin, idem, meaning “the same (as above)” is born the modern English word identity.  In claiming your identity, you claim your sameness with the Divine Union.  Identity is often interpreted as a distinguishing quality which sets us apart from the collective.  This is a half-truth.  Identity is also the part of us that is the “same as above”.  It is a distinct quality of the Divine Union that you desire (or have a sacred need) to express in the material realm.

    The dark ones will do everything in their power to disconnect you from your sacred identity.  Claiming your sacred identity gives you a powerful energetic connection to the God and the Goddess.  When that connection is fragmented or severed, it not only drains your life force, it is also a drain on the Force.  There is no other reason for you to be in this realm.  Without your sacred identity, you will be lost and the Force will be weakened by your absence.

    Courage is required to claim Sacred Identity.  And so it is that we have entrusted the first key to our most courageous warrior, Mars.

  • Asteroids

    Asteroid #769

    Tatiana ~ Tatjana

    I am Tatiana, daughter of Rome.  I was born of noble rank—a position of privilege and wealth.  In those days, the leaders of Rome twisted the legends of the guardians into a vile and despicable cult for their own means.  In this, I could not be a part.  A great gnosis was sweeping across the land.  And so it was that I broke from the traditions of Rome in a quest for knowledge and truth.  It was on this quest that I found Sophia and the truth of my own divinity.  I refused my marital offers and devoted myself body, mind, and soul to the teaching of that gnosis.  This was a great risk in those days of tyranny.  My status within the hierarchy of Rome was a great threat to those who meant to keep the people enslaved.

    It came to pass that Ulpian the jurist arrested me and offered me up to the circus.  But there would be no entertainment in the arena on that fateful day.  For the king of the animal kingdom saw in me the light of truth and integrity and lay at my feet to comfort my beaten body.  Ulpian did eventually see to my end but he had no audience nor glory in doing so.  And so it was that I left the material plane.  But just as Brigid refused to leave her people, I refused to leave my students.

    I am a devoted daughter of Sophia and remain within the spiritual realms of the earth plane to bring comfort, stamina, and focus to the seekers of truth and knowledge.  For it is in this truth and knowledge that the sons and daughters of man will be set free.

    I know your suffering for I have suffered.  I will comfort you in times of trauma and persecution.   I will give you the stamina to endure and the focus to comprehend.  Seek me and your quest will bring forth the fruit of enlightenment.

    The peoples of Russia and Ukraine have embraced me and kept my memory alive, generation after precious generation.  They have made me their patron saint of students.  This act of love and respect has endeared me to their rich culture and hauntingly beautiful lands.

    To invoke my presence bring this culture into your homes and call me to you.  My essence is the oil of the Siberian Fir.  This hardy, majestic spirit never quits giving to those who live in the cold boreal forests.  It sustains and shelters through the long, harsh spell of winter.  Its precious oil brings calm in the face of trauma and sparks a focused and clear mind for the seeker.

    My crystal is Ukrainian beryl which holds the same energy of calming and focus as the Siberian Fir.

    The music reminiscent of Russia and Ukraine is delightful to my ears.  And their art and architecture are delightful to my eyes.  Singularly or combined these things will draw my presence near.

  • Dreamscapes


    Dharma awoke into the murky blue mists of the dreamscape.

    Standing before her, she sees a beautiful young girl with long flowing yellow hair. To one side of the girl is an immaculately clean bathtub overflowing with crystal clear water. And to the other, is a tiny house perfect in its order and beauty.  Behind the girl is a clothesline filled with towels of all types, bath-towels, tea-towels, and dishcloths.

    The girl before her echoes a thought into Dharma’s mind.  “I am Tatiana and I am here today as your sister.  What is it that you see around me?”

    Dharma walks up to the tub and surveys the room to see if there is any damage from the overflowing water.  As she looks around, the water starts to recede.  She goes to the clothesline to grab a towel but can see that these towels are still very wet and would not be of much use.  Looking back, Dharma can see that the carpet around the tub has already begun to dry out.  Deciding that this problem is taking care of itself and does not need her attention, Dharma turns her focus to the tiny house.  An overwhelming longing takes hold as she makes her way through the small space.  Dharma wonders if she could make this a home for herself.  As she turns to make her way back out of the house, her gaze falls upon a half-eaten brownie alongside a half-empty cup of coffee.  Her heart falls as she realizes the house is already occupied.

    Just as she is getting lost in this emotion of longing and loss, she turns to Tatiana and inquires, “Sister, what does it all mean?”

    “The flooding of the water is your emotional state.  You have recently suffered under the weight of “not enough” and you are teetering on the edge of an emotional outburst of despair.  I bring you a flood of water to wear away at impossible obstacles and blockages.  I see your suffering.  I am here to give you comfort and courage.  We are sisters, Dharma, because we both gave up marital unions and family life to lead the people back to source and to remind them of their own divinity.  I suffered greatly for that action.  Those influenced by the geldrbaryn tortured me and made me a Martyr.  It was because of a benevolent woman who carried my name, that the students of the Ukraine and the Soviet States adopted me as their patron saint.  I am Tatiana, patron saint of students.  My blonde hair represents a student’s ideas coming to life and being noticed.  In the face of my trials, the financial hurdles you see are as insignificant as the ants under your feet.  These burdens are taking care of themselves as we speak, one simply must have patience as the towels dry on the line.  For a fledgling businesswoman, the ZhouGong tells us the towels are to herald your success.  They also represent the money that serves you and your daughter.  Just be patient, keep up with your efforts, have the confidence and crystal clear thinking of pristine waters, continue to let your life-force flow freely to express clearly your gifts, and the clothesline will do its’ work.   The tiny house you long for is not inhabited by another human being, it is inhabited by an abundance of joy and sweet emotions invoked by the brownie and the comfort and companionship embodied by the coffee.  I urge to keep moving forward with your current work Dharma, and the comfort and security of a tiny house that is filled with an abundance of joy and companionship will be yours.  I leave you now to your work little sister, take comfort for I am here.”

    Dharma woke, the dreamscape flooded into her mind’s eye and she was totally aware.  She jumped up to calculate where Tatiana fell in her own chart if there even was an asteroid Tatiana.  And there, in her massive asteroid guidebook, she found it–asteroid 769, Tatjana.  It had to be her.  She was retrograde in the birth chart side-by-side with Eros retrograde as well holding the seventh key.  And today she was linked to retrograde natal Pluto beholding the sixth key of daily work and activities.

    For the first time in many, many moons, she remembered.  She could see the dreamscape and decipher the code it contained. “Jamie!”  Dharma cried out in her mind.  “I remember, its coffee and brownies for breakfast–I remembered the dream!”

  • Magickal Ingredients

    Pink Peppercorn

    Schinus molle

    Rulership:  Venus & Mars, united as one

    Number:  11

    Magickal Properties:  Protection through Coyote Medicine, Positivity, Sustained Action, Attraction of Complimentary Energies, Guidance to Divine Purpose

    As the flocks of Simurgh flew over the arid slopes of the Peruvian Andes, my seeds lit upon the ground and took root.  I flourished in these majestic highlands.  Venus blessed me with her beauty and grace and it was my beauty that initially attracted the sons and daughters of man to taste of my fruit.  My limbs, flowers, and berries are delicate and graceful.  And my aroma is quite intoxicating.  Venus was not content to keep me to herself and she called Mars to me, enticing him to lend me his powers.  For in me she saw a great will to live in a place that despite its haunting beauty was fraught with all manner of calamity.  What appears as delicate and fragile is actually, bold, strong, courageous, and active.

    And so it was that I became to have a dual purpose and nature.  This duality allows me to be a great trickster and coyote walks beside me.  Man uses me as black pepper, the piper nigrum, which truly is ruled by Mars and Mars alone.  But I fooled man, for I am not even remotely related to the piper nigrum.  Man is not the only species to be tricked by me.  The moths that love to feed upon nigrum’s branches, relish mine as well.

    Respect me and I will show you how to trick and outwit your opponents, overcome hardship, and lead you to your true calling.  My energy works by attracting, initiating and sustaining action.  I am evergreen and never rest.  I can attract to you, your most complimentary mate and inspire you to initiate contact.  Ask, and I will attract to you the memories of a time before the veil—the memories of your pre-birth desires.  And I will give you a most powerful urge to initiate down the path of their manifestation.  I will soothe your nerves, allow you to fixate on a focused goal, and give you the energy to pursue it, all at the same time.

    For mundane purposes, I can be useful as an insecticide diluted and sprayed around plants and the home.  My resins have been used to heal small ulcer-like wounds and to set bones.  My essential oil, mixed with a carrier oil and massaged into the affected area can comfort those with sore muscles and menstrual cramps. My aroma can brighten the mood and energize those who suffer melancholy.  Sprinkle my crushed berries onto food for a uniquely floral, peppery kick.

    My essential oils contain limonene which can be quite toxic to your four-legged friends and small children. Keep me far out of reach.  Never diffuse me or bring me into direct contact with household pets, infants, sensitive children, and pregnant or nursing mothers.

    Respect my strength, use me wisely and I will serve you well.

    Aromatic Description: The smell of black pepper with citrus and a hint of floral undertones.

    Warnings:  Potentially toxic to dogs, cats, children, and unborn children.  Avoid contact with eyes, inner ears, and sensitive areas.  When using any new essential oils it is wise to conduct a skin patch test on the inner forearm before extended use.  Monitor the use of all essential oils. Allergies and sensitivities can develop at any time.

    Active Compounds:

    RIa compound %

    918 α-thujene 0.1

    923 α-pinene 0.2

    931 camphene 0.3

    953 sabinene 0.2

    959 1-octen-3-ol 0.1

    968 myrcene 4.1

    976 3-octanol 0.1

    984 α-phellandrene 26.5

    997 p-cymene 3.8

    1007 limonene 8.6

    1011 β-phellandrene 12.4

    1048 terpinolene 0.1

    1091 linalool 0.5

    1132 α-campholenal 0.1

    1154 camphor 2.1

    1168 borneol 1.8

    1180 terpinen-4-ol 0.1

    1197 α-terpineol 0.1

    1238 nerol 0.2

    1286 bornyl acetate 0.4

    1282 thymol 0.5

    1329 benzyl butyrate 0.3

    1343 α-terpinyl acetate 0.8

    1371 hexyl hexanoate 0.2

    1384 1-tetradecene 0.6

    1396 β-elemene 0.3

    1443 γ-cadinene 0.4

    1452 bicyclogermacrene 4.1

    1467 germacrene A 0.3

    1475 δ-cadinene 1.9

    1497 elemol 10.8

    1509 germacrene B 0.8

    1528 spathulenol 1.4

    1547 caryophyllene oxide 0.1

    1593 1,10-di-epi-cubenol 3.8

    1611 α-eudesmol 6.1

    1648 β-eudesmol 4.2

    1656 α-cadinol 0.1




  • Uncategorized

    Retrieving the Invocations

    Dharma felt something tugging at her mind as she traversed the dreamscape.  It was nagging, it wouldn’t go away, its persistence pulled her back and she could see the dreamscape disintegrating before her.  She felt the soft warm fur of Jaime’s massive dragon-like head nuzzling her from her slumber.  Dharma would’ve been angry if it weren’t for the powerful force of love that oozed from Jaime’s aura.  That blanket of love was just as inviting and warm as any dreamscape.

    “Dharma, love.  It is time to go into the portal.  We need to find the invocations from Danu’s grimoire.  You must wake up now.”

    Dharma looked over at the smoldering hearth.  Brigid’s flame was barely hanging on as an ember and the cottage was cold and damp.  Dharma would much prefer to stoke the fire and snuggle back under her warm blankets until sunrise.  She could hear the west wind howling.  While finding a portal sounded exciting, braving that wind while crossing the pitch black moor, took quite a bit of the thrill out of it.

    “Can’t it wait ’til after breakfast.  The wind may settle after the sun breaks.”

    “No,” Jaime’ gently replied.  “The veil is thinnest now.  If we wait we won’t be able to get through.”

    Dharma yawned.  “Very well, I’m up.”  So this is what it is like to work with a familiar, Dharma thought to herself.  They get to boss you around and tell you what to do.

    Of course, Jaime’ heard every thought, and with that one, gave Dharma a playful head-but to the rump, to get her moving.

  • Conversations with Circe

    Invoking the Guardians

    It was a typical foggy morning on the moor.  The sound of the surf, blasting into the sheer cliff walls of limestone, made its way through the dense fog to Dharma’s cottage door.  It was the tiniest of cottages, and its thick stone walls were quickly warmed by the glowing fire in the hearth.  At least one fire was lit there every day in Brigid’s name.  On chill foggy mornings as this, Brigid’s flame made the cottage a warm and cozy cocoon.  Dharma could see glimpses of Jaime’ proudly parading about the meadow outside of her small window.  Her relationship with the giant, breathtaking Simurgh was still new.  Dharma didn’t yet have a firm grasp on just how to work with a familiar and had never expected one so magnificent to heed her call.  For now, she was comforted by Jaime’s presence and was enjoying their daily mental conversations.

    But on this morning, as she sipped the fragrant French espresso and savored the rich pain au chocolat, her mental conversation was taken over by a different voice.  This voice was not the blast of love and warmth that came from her familiar, Jaime’.  No, this was a kind voice, yet it had an underlying steely and steadfast resolve.

    “And so, Dharma, what do you remember about invoking the guardians?  For the past several moons, you have been asking me over and over in your mind.  Has it come to you?  What have you learned since you made your leap over the great waters and crafted a new life in a new country?”

    Dharma gazed out the window and pondered this question as Jaime’ bent her massive dragon-like head to graze a bit.  Looking back in her mind’s eye, Dharma could see that she had learned much in this regard.

    “It’s not what I had expected.  It’s not as if a luminescent form comes knocking at your door with a bottle of wine in their hands and says, “Hey, how’s it going?”  But if you lay a plate out for dinner, light a candle in a guardian’s name anointed with their favorite essence, and invite them in, they will join you in the conversations one has in one’s own mind, just as you are doing with me now,” replied Dharma.

    “And is that all one has to take into consideration?  What you have recited to me is no more information than what is offered by the proliferation of magick books that you so often complain of as being inadequate.  What is missing?”

    Dharma paused for a moment, and just as she took that one small simple moment to breath, the realization of what was missing hit her hard and fast.  It was a concept that had consumed her during the past frenzied months of traversing continents.  “It’s the veil, the veil controlled by the geldrbaryn.  When you first came to visit me the veil was so thin.  You could show me a visual of yourself and speak to me clearly in the dreamscape without hardly any symbolism.  That is how I knew clearly your identity.  You are Circe, guardian of magick and you were able to emblazon that fact clearly into my brain because the veil was so thin at that moment.”

    Circe prodded, “Think Dharma, what was it that made the veil so thin that November?”

    Dharma was on a roll now, the clear direct answer to every question she had posited on the subject was illuminated in a moment of divine awareness.  “It’s the energy!  Everything is energy, just like Tesla said.  It was in the natal chart–you, Tara, Minerva, Brigid, and Demeter–your asteroids were all transiting my natal Sun in the star chart that November day, and you all came through together into my dreamscape!”

    Circe was pleased.  “Yes, the star chart is an energy map.  When a heavenly body is merged with a guardian’s spiritual essence and is orbiting in transit of your natal planets and significant points, we—the guardians—are able to pierce the veil more easily.  The veil is thinnest at the natal Sun.  Yet there is still more to consider.”

    “Yes” Dharma beamed.  “You, Minerva, Brigid, and Demeter were all with me the day I was born.  Minerva was conjunct my sun, Brigid was conjunct my Venus, Demeter was conjunct my North Node and you were conjunct my Part of Fortune.”

    “Tara was not with you on the day that you were born, was she?  Yet she facilitated the event, she was the driver of the white van in the dreamscape–she brought us through the veil.  Why was she able to do this?” queried Circe.

    “It all goes back to energy,” Dharma exclaimed.  “All those years ago, a full 18 years in earth time—I practiced a daily devotion to Tara.  I lit incense in her name and chanted to her daily for at least a year solid.  It created a bond between us, didn’t it?  I thought it was a silly waste of time, but it created an energetic bridge between me and Tara.”

    “Yes, but it is not offerings that brought Tara close to you. What do you think it was?”

    “Respect”  boomed Dharma.  The offerings have never made sense to me.  Why would someone devoted to our well-being require offerings?  It goes against the natural order of things. But, I must say, when we make the offerings we are actively showing respect.”

    “Yes,” Circe’s voice was strong and direct.  “There is NO magick without respect, for respect is the seed for all magickal work.  And that, my dear girl, is why the geldrbaryn have worked so hard to strip this world of it.   They have distorted the concept of respect to the point that the sons and daughters of man scarcely grasp its most rudimentary forms.  There are much better ways of showing respect than giving offerings and those ways are buried in your memories, Dharma.  You thought you weren’t a witch, you thought your spell to remember didn’t work.  And what do you think now Dharma?  Are you a witch, do you remember?”