Numerology – Even though this day’s date contains many 7s, it is actually a 5, meaning that it is somewhat mystical. By the way, a complete numerology can be found in our book “Prophet’s Bible.”
We are finally settling in again after a wonderful time at two gatherings back-to-back on a single site : Craftwise College (Craftwise in the Woods) and Sirius Rising. The site? Brushwood Folklore Center in western New York State. Attendees at Sirius broke the record again – 264 body-painted pagans and Wiccans. Maybe this time the Guinness people will accept the documentation. The ambulatory works of art were simply amazing. It’s wonderful what can happen when people feel safe, and Frank and Darlene Barney have made a haven for all of us. The pagan community owes them a bigger debt of gratitude than it can ever repay. See camp@brushwood.com.
Despite promises to the contrary, there were no Witch wars on the site–not even a mild confrontation or challenge. Pagans of every stripe and color danced and sang together and beat a track around the bonfire, where this year we burned the Celtic Salmon of Wisdom as a messenger to the Elder Ones. Gavin and Yvonne urgently messaged that the community will get smarter and stop all its internecine squabbling. Now if Merrymeet can do the same thing, and the Columbus people get smart, we’ll be all that much further ahead. How about discussing differences in private, rather than on the web–where every Christian gleefully high-fives as they see our self-defeating gross stupidities?
Meantime the garden has gone wild and we’re waiting eagerly for a pause in the rain (though it’s been welcome) so we can cut the jungle growing where there used to be a lawn. The pumpkins are the worst. The vines now stretch from fenceline to fenceline–and one of them is halfway up the sassafras tree. Has anyone got a good pickling recipe for cucumbers? One that leaves them crisp, not limp. We heard some vague rumor that starting with iced cucumbers makes a difference. Is that a fantasy? Ask your Granny what she knows.
That’s all for now. Blessed be.
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