From the embroidered linen the woman emerged in full color. She was ethereal, unbound, and almost glowing with light. Her hair was dark brown with the front gathered into little burlap-like ribbons, and her dress was a gorgeous shade of blue. She was very simple in appearance, humble even, and smiled at me.
Atum, the self-created god of Before-Time, came into my life by reaching out to me in a dream. This is by no means uncommon; many pagans experience the divine or Spirit communication through dreams, and that often leads us to question and wonder at what… Read More
I. My mother can’t be bothered to go outside – Dad is asking her to come out, out of the house. “Come and see this sunset,” he says. It’s the brightest and most vibrant sunset he has ever seen, he says. It’s falling perfectly behind the… Read More