Flashes of Insight

Binding Rituals

One of the best and most effective spells that I know is a binding. When the Gainesville murders held this area in a state of panic and fear in 1990, and 5 of the most grisly murders all took place in a series of a week. I organized women into the streets with our drums and chants for the national media because I did not want the whole world watching, which they were, and for my town to be a place where women hide and do not call out their abusers.
I turned the rest of the Rally over to more above ground NOW type groups that like to deal with the media .and then gathered the witches I knew who were strong and fearless. We did a very simple ritual binding. on the banks of the lake nearest the University of Florida Campus (read on…)

On one level, I do think that some of us in the early 70’s first wave of Women’s Spirituality were out to cause a revolution/evolution in spritual /feminist thought. We were basically expressing ourselves and embracng what felt right. None of us tended to bend under pressure either…

Intense resistance from all sides in part honed our path which necessitated our fierecness and heightened our joy as well. I know that Z would echo my displeasure at the fact that Dianics [and I consider myself Dianic/Ecclectic or Womanspirt] have been totally marginalized by mainstream and or traditional pagan groups.

The swell of the Goddesses ranks grew in direct relationship to the work of the early Dianics who were melding Wicca and Feminism which created a Womanspirit Movement which literally swept the country and parts of the world.

Clearly, The Goddess was Alive and Magic was A foot, a hand and everything else.

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I have most certainly experienced the pull and connection with the Orisha when I am drumming and particularly when I drum with Yoruban friends. It is very intense and transporting.

I remember one night I had travelled to the next town to drum at one of their ceremonies and that whole town had had a blackout.There was not a light on in the entire town.

As I approached Omi’s house, I saw many cars parked on the lawn. Atiba,the Priest of Elegba, the gatekeeper, came out and quietly greeted me with candle in hand.. As I entered I discovered a room ablaze in candle light and women and men clad in their traditional white robes.

This was an absolutely steamy Florida night and with no electricity for fans and air conditioners, the temperature inside was rising fast.

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Dancing with the Orishas/Yemonja has her Night!

Last night, I had the honor to be invited to the 28th Year Celebration of Yemonja by my African Family/friends Omi Aladora Ajamu and Baba Olomide

Omi’s elder brother Baba Owheno opened the ceremony after some jams by one of the local Afro pop bands led by Femi on the drums and vocals..

I am most often the only white person or one of a few white folks present at these events and over some 17 years, I have been accepted as family by this family of Priests.
Some of the young Priests[Yawos, newly initiated’brides”of the Orisha] were Omi’s sons who I had known since they were knee high. it was so wild seeing them towering over me now with children of their own.

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Flash Silvermoon Interview..for Pagan Pathways
Date: 10/2/2007 8:36:01 AM Eastern Daylight Time

Thank you so much for agreeing to share with us! Please do tell us about yourself and feel free to be as in depth as you like!We would love to print your picture too!

ok I will pick a couple for ya

Where were you born and raised and what are some of your earliest memories?

I was born in the presence of my mother on March 18, 1950, in Jersey City, NJ. I am quite sure that my room must have faced the Statue of Liberty because I have been a freedom fighter for as long as I can remember. They tell me that after singing Happy Birthday to me on my first birthday, I smiled and put my fist through the cake!

My first Feminist action took place in kindergarten at 4 yrs of age. I had been participating in the rhythm band for a couple of weeks just waiting for my turn to play the snare drum. I had clicked the claves and clanged the triangle but that magic moment when my sticks would strike the skin of the DRUM was awaiting me that morning or so I thought. I was not raised to think that girls were inferior to boys so imagine my surprise when I had the sticks taken from my hands and was told that girls could play anything but this and that I could go to the back of the line again.

My little egalitarian heart was breaking but I screwed up my courage to tell the teacher that this was unfair and was there something else that I could do during this time as I didn’t want to be a part of something so unfair. She told me that I could fingerprint and so I stood in the corner for the rest of the year and finger-painted during the rhythm band time.
This theme and connection with the drums has followed me all the way through adulthood and today am appreciated as an accomplished percussionist. (read on…)

There are songs with positive messages that we can sing for peace and thoughts that we will need to energize to not contribute to the us and them consciousness that can get stirred up at this time. I have been working on and suggesting wrapping the planet in a luminous pearly crystalline web or dome of light so that some of the fear mongering and saber rattling will find no fertile ground to grow in.

Tuesday’s eclipse could have some globally/environmentally,and politically challenging energies. I am a believer in holding that common thought for peace and healing and the highest good for all so do join in if the spirit moves you and I hope it will. Some of the politriks of the world can make us feel helpless and hopeless so do take a few minutes or more if you like to send up a positive web or dome of light to surround us and heal this planet and all of Her beings.

Blessings,
Flash

Sacred Sex is something that I have long understood from both past lives and my current one. All ancient cultures [ BP before Partriarchy] had these ritesand some of the most ancient of them were engaged in by women. In fact the ancient Arani used the same word for wood as for woman and it was their most ancient secret ritual for making fire. In other words, women would rub against each other to create fire and this is not at ll  like the Promethian myth of new school mythos. (read on…)