Deborah Oak explains something v. important about magic:
And when I say praying, I mean that thing we witches do of interfacing with the elements and the Mysterious Ones and asking for the energies of life to come into alignment with our vision or will. I’ve learned by experience to be both specific and broad in my spellcasting. What I truly want is neither Obama or Hilary, it’s healthcare for all, peace on earth, everyone fed, a sustainable relationship with nature, and a graceful transformation from empire to a collaborative nation amongst collaborative nations.
It's no secret that I'm a big fan of Hillary Clinton and I do hope that, in the end, she's the nominee. I think she'll do a better job than Barack Obama will do at this stage in his life. But Deborah does a v. good job of reminding all of us caught up in primary fever what it's really all about. It's really all about
*healthcare for all
*peace on earth
*a sustainable relationgship with nature
* a graceful transformation from empire to a collaborative nation amongst collaborative nations.
The wonderful news, and it is truly, transformatively wonderful, is that the Democratic nominee will be, and the next president of the United States may very well be, a woman or an African American. Both groups have been too long denied the job.
Now, those suffragettes didn't endure force feedings, beatings, and riducule all of those years so you could sit home and not vote. Go vote in honor of your great grandmother who wasn't allowed. Carry your ancesstress with you into the voting booth. It's a lovely way to "interfac[e] with the elements and the Mysterious Ones and ask for the energies of life to come into alignment with [y]our vision or will.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."