September 2002 / Post Fest Marinating

Almost unpacked now. The brand new puple lace scarf the sisters bought for me is hanging on the hanger, clothes I have never worn finally retrieved. I always overpack. Why? I take two weeks worth of changes for a four-day camping trip. It's all part of the survival issues that came to light. I am suffering from repressed WWII memories. Add to that the revolution in 1956 and the great escape across the swamps and have it all sitting there as the events of 9/11 tore up the scab. Rip! The anniversary was no less traumatic. In the last year all that happened was that I realized one year is not enough time to pass to truly marinate out the wisdom from 9/11.

The healing circle with Vicky Noble brought out the need to heal powerfully. I am normally not on the receiving end of the grace we dispense at the festival. This was a very different event, and I benefitted directly from its collective energy. I lay down; I opened up and felt safe. Afia came by with her drum and punctuated my pain bubble. A young priestess at my head said "I sense many survival issues" but she didn't need to mention the floods of deep deep sobbing that were opened up. I cried for a long, long time in a happy way. Unloaded a lot of bad repressed pain; but not all. The healing circle worked for me.

Thank you Vicki Noble. Thank you Afia Walking Tree.

I suffered a wicked sciatica attack, which got better. Especially when Monica Sjoo told me to just squat. I practiced squatting, realized how little I squat compared to when I was young. It hurts but must be done. I feel better each time.

I roomed with Susan Weed, she also showed me a yoga stretch for the back. Diana Paxson was doing the late night shift, the prophecies at midnight. But that's where prophesies should be practiced, around midnight. However, she came back after we were all bedded down and sometimes Ffiona locked her out, so we all had to be woken up. Not I. I slept through much of the ruckus in my cabin.

The Peace Circle was the most awesome. The women filed down on the paths of the four directions in the Well and exchanged words of pledge. The woman standing there would say to her upon arrival "The whole world is weeping." and she answers "if we don't speak of Peace. I will"

One by one the women took the pledge of speaking for Peace.

Monica invoked the three fates in Swedish. We passed the bowl of seawater around and pouring it in front of our faces we talked to water. Each woman privately. Deep private prayers were said.

Leilani and Leticia collected the waters and we handed the bowls to the main prayers. Susun Weed was praying for the Green things and animals, Diana Paxson prayed for all women and children, and Afia prayed for humanity. The harmony of the species. Finally Vicki prayed for healing. The bowls of water were poured all around the the fire. We chanted and the drums moved our bodies to dance.

As an act of high magic, Macha Nightmare cast a spell of confusion on all those who would bomb the world. We wreathed the sword into olive branches. We transformed the symbol from war to peace. I left my sword out overnight until next night to communicate to the universe the meaning of the spell. I think she did that. Next night we removed the branches and burned them in the clean fire.

It was done. And done well.

The Procession of the Generations was yet another big circle for Saturday night's ritual. I was wracked with pain, but led a huge procession into the well. My steps became sure and purposeful, with each step I was forging ahead for the future generations. It's an awesome feeling. I became more then just one woman; my psychic body gets blown into hundreds bigger more. Beyond the boundaries.

You here about the chants of the different destiny sisters. They made it up themselves what they present to us during their private destiny sisterhood sessions. The women's divine sense of self showed with humor and beauty. I laughed myself silly at the "lala more.. " group. But the others too, the queens ripped. Still a little to tired. More later.

Now it's a week later. I had an acupuncture treatment from Dr. Chung, and I feel totally back. I am rested, and bracing for the systematic stretch of the small back and two more treatments against spasms. The Chinese doesn't cure sciatica. Frank admitted as much. But he can help spasms. They don't have sciatica. Why? Because culturally they squat. Squat every day! Yeah next year on the blue ball, we will squat together. It's the Aquarius way.

Love to you all

Zsuzsanna

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