ARTEMIS

My story about the connection I have with Artemis started unbeknown to me at age 10 while sitting in a swing in the dark looking at the sky and catching a glimpse of the Pacific ocean as I swung high. We lived on the cliffs overlooking the ocean and this night I chose to leave my home and go swinging across the street at the school to avoid the anger in the house between my Mother and Step-Father. As I swung I cried and a bright group of stars caught my flooded eyes up in the dark night sky. Three stars with a faint fourth one nearby. Something about these stars gave me deep peace and I remember saying out loud "You three stars are mine and when I am sad or in trouble you will be there shining for me". I believed at the time that only I knew of these stars. It always seemed that I would see these three stars in times of despair or trouble and I knew that all things would work out for me. As I got older and pregnant with my first child I wanted to name the baby if a girl "Artemis," a Goddess I had heard of in the Midwifery circles I was involved with. The Father could only associate the name Artemis with a television show and the character was a man. I knew there was no naming my girl child Artemis. As it was I did have a daughter and gave her a Jewish name that the Father approved of. I did not know much about Artemis but the power of her name intrigued me and stayed with me all these years. I still clung to my three stars in good times and bad. Recently learning the story of Artemis and Orion who's belt is the three bright stars I have loved since age 10 and how Orion was killed by the Scorpion and then placed in the heavens opposite the Scorpion to keep him from being taken by Pluto associated with Hades I was struck with all of the connections to my life with these many players of the heavens. I am born a scorpio and I have taken Artemis as my Goddess the protector, lover of one man, Orion and the midwife who even as an infant midwifed her own Mother to deliver her twin brother Apollo. Interestingly my own full-blood brother and I are only 11 months apart and his birth was difficult. I feel I have come to understand after all these years that the Heavens have been calling to me, watching me, helping me and wanting me to grow into the woman strength I was intended to have. Oh, another interesting tidbit is my favorite sport at school was archery! Blessed Artemis I accept you and will take full hold of the great confidence and strength inside my soul fully for the good. I am strong and loving of the vulnerable, ready with arched bow and sharp arrow to aim high, yes high into the heavens ~

Hill Home 2

I found my new home in a wonderful bay very north in the western United States.  My little house sits up on a hill and looks out over the bay and Salish Sea.  I'm back. Back in my ocean wind and pouring rain with real coastal storms and stunning sunrises and sunsets.  The grass is green in the winter and brown in the summer.  I remember the smell of the salty air and the cry of the seagulls.  Yes, I'm home and I am happy ~

The Chakras of our Lives ~

The word chakra is Sanskrit for wheel. Chakra symbols represent the circular centers of energy, and they correspond to the nerve plexuses and organs in the physical nervous system. By focusing on these energy centers, and understanding the function of each,
we are able to balance our energies, augment areas in our lives, and even facilitate healing.


By referring to the chakra diagram at the top, and relating it to the table below, which describes the attributes for each energy center, you should get a clearer picture of what each chakra symbol represents and how each affects us differently.


The information given on this page is a basic summary. Chakra practitioners spend years learning about the healing arts relating to these intricate energy centers. If you wish to learn more about this unique realm of the human make-up, the author encourages you to begin an avid independent study.


Many individuals have chakra symbols embellished on clothing or keep these images near them in order to keep the attributes in their mind as they aspire to better balance and higher energy.

Chakra Symbol Attributes:

Name	Common Name	Location	Physical Governing	Emotional Governing	Sense	Mantra	Element	Color	Seat
Muladhara	Root Chakra	Base of spine, sacral plexus	Organs of excretion, adrenals	Survival, primal instinct	Smell	Lam	Earth	Red	Primal life force
Swadhisthana	Sacrum/Sacral Chakra	Genitals, fluids	Gonads, reproductive organs	Self-acceptance, emotion, sexual energy	Taste	Vam	Water	Orange	Creativity
Manipura	Solar Plexus Chakra	Navel	Pancreas, abdominal organs	Self-will, mental acuity, sense of identity	Sight	Ram	Fire	Yellow	Subconscious emotion, ego, will
Anahata	Heart Chakra	Heart area	Thymus, lungs	Compassion, love, healing	Touch	Yam	Air	Green	Love
Vishudha	Throat Chakra	Laryngeal pluxus	Thyroid	Self-expression, speech	Hearing	Ham	Ether	Blue	Creative expression, communication
Ajna	Third Eye Chakra	Between the eyebrows	Pituitary gland	Intuition, extra sensory perception	Sixth sense, higher mind	Aum	Time	Indigo	Primordial power
Sahasrara	Crown Chakra	Top/crown of head, brain	Pineal gland	Divinity, peace, enlightenment	Beyond sensory	-	Space	Violet	Liberation, All Power, eternal bliss

Sour is the New Sweet - Diablo Magazine - June 2011 - East Bay - California

Rachel's shop in Berkeley ~

Sour is the New Sweet - Diablo Magazine - June 2011 - East Bay - California

Saturday Writing Chap One ~ June 2011

Saturday Writing Chap. One ~

by Patti Kirkpatrick on Saturday, June 4, 2011 at 11:12am

Eh hem... I thought I would share my thoughts on the various subjects I post on my FB Wall with you all .. my friends. I am a global person... I've spent my life experiencing life from homelessness as a child to a "Brady Bunch" family style to living in various communes as a young teen to a young adult. I've known religion-period. I've seen things no child should have ever seen and I have experienced joy at viewing the heavens from the mountain of a redwood forest to the ocean sleeping on it's bed of micro-glass sand cushioning my wandering body and mind.

I once was chosen to be a cheerleader in school that had me blissfully buoyant walking the school hallways 2 feet off the ground in the face of the rich girls who did't make it and of whom I actually felt bad for until a history teacher yanked on some invisible string that pulled me down to the dirty earth of the feet of those "rich" girls and stripped my cheer from me for TALKING TOO MUCH... Yep. I "talked too much in class. Imagine that. What the hell else were cheerleaders supposed to be like but TALKERS? I never cheered for the "system" again. Instead I thankfully held my holy solicitous nature intact. Anger never lasted long with me, sometimes seconds sometimes longer but always replaced when I witnessed or heard someone else suffering.

So yes... I found my "cheer" again. Through all of the changes in my life, the moves - I went to 27 public schools in my 12 years of required education and never actually graduated. My cheer took years to evolve and find places to revolt and speak and shake pom poms in the invisible gases that make up the atmosphere and jump, yell, TALK I shall. Then I became a nurse. That's that "holiness" I so wanted to share. When a grade school child I had an abalone shell with a cross of little statue of a man named "Jesus" in it. Someone told me I could marry him when I grew up. My intention from that day forward was to be a nun. Or a secretary or an anthropologist. I searched through the back of magazines and found these ads for joining a "nunnery" back east and I wrote a letter to one in 4th grade. My Mother received a response back from the nuns that said I had to be 14 to decide "Jesus" was for me. My Mother lovingly explained this to me me with a slight scolding to please ask her before I decide to "commit" myself. Then my dear Mother who struggled horribly with her own demons answered a question for me that stays with me to this day: I asked her how will I know when I am called to be a nun and to marry Jesus? Her answer was "You will just know I promise, it will come to you in a time maybe many times that you will recognize, I promise". This settled my anxiety about marring Jesus. If he was to call me I would hear the telephone ring for sure and it would be for me because in those days telephones were never rung for children.

So after I threw the cheerleading suit away I joined a group of new friends that acted like they lived in heaven which was the only place I wanted to be. Of course this state of mind took going to a local coffee house sitting in the dark listening to the Jefferson Airplane singing my favorite song "Lazarus" (of course it would be the one who Jesus loved and raised from the dead). Try that one on Mescaline. Sharing little pink, yellow and of course purple haze pills and wearing robes of many colors made us acceptable to be in the crowd. Hair became the new statement against the establishment... Still is. I have to interject here that I still hold Crosby responsible for lying through his teeth saying.. singing.. "I almost cut my hair".. Meh... He cut his fucking hair or it wouldn't be that same exact length it has been since 1968! I know these things. I was there. Saw the "boys" when they returned from Woodstock my Mother would not allow me to hitchhike too when they came back all stoked and did their first concert in Goleta, CA not far from San Luis Obispo where I lived with my Grandparents. Had to lie about that little weekend trip too. Ummmm Mom... Cecelia here wants me to go camping with her family in Isla Vista, Ca for the weekend, okay? The vodka in the coffee cup said sure darrrrllingg... Have a wonderful time. I had these psychedelic silk-like bell-bottom pants and a band in my long hair with the round dark glasses that a friend loaned me. I didn't drink alcohol, I hated the smell of it and pot just made me feel stupid so my source of ascending and mind expanding was dependent on shrooms, mescaline (my fav) and an occasional LSD. Although I preferred doing LSD in a circle of friends... It was more enlightening that way and if somebody started to go off somewhere ugly we were all able to pull them back in and have them "maintain" until time passed and we landed our little spaceship back on Mother earths wildflower garden.

The "Boys" were groovy and Young came along too. They were so high that they were sharing their dope with us! Fantastic second concert I had attended at that point in my 14 years. The first group was Strawberry Alarm Clock... I'll let you figure that out on your own. Concert over and one more night to go we headed back to the that "official " campsite area and some of the friends went through the campers iceboxes and "borrowed" frozen steaks" but of course left some for the families to share together. We never took everything. Back in the little town of Isla Vista or Santa Barbara or somewhere. We went and sat on the city Hall concrete stairs of which there were many of to get to the top. We settled for the middle landing. The cops were being pretty cool. Everybody was walking the streets laughing and flashing the peace sign and we were rapping about how cool the concert was when I don't know who it was to this day that said something that made me laugh so hard that my silky bell-bottoms started to feel real warm and then a stream of fluid started to flow down the concrete City Hall stairs... one stair after the other. I peed like an elephant and could not stop, nor could I or the other 13 hippies sitting there stop laughing either. Somehow we got up and made our way saying "Hi" to a cop s we exited the steps of city hall trailing drops of urine all along the way. Believe me if they wanted to find us they had more than a trail of bread crumbs to follow for sure. Now it was time to go to the beach and make afire and cook steaks and have me stand on a windy sand dune to dry out before one of the angry parents came to pick us up (80 miles away from home). We still laughed hard in the back seat of the station wagon all the way home.

My Mom moved us Back to San Francisco to get me away from the bad "influence" and drugs that seem to be quite prevalent in southern California. I'm still laughing, Goddess bless her dear soul.

This brings me to pause my reason for even starting this writing in the first place. Wanting you all to know why I am so diverse in my post subjects.

Part two... Later.

"Shroom" socks ~

LIVE Fukushima HELL ~

Will Fukushima’s Next Earthquake Start A Global Extinction Event?

Will Fukushima’s Next Earthquake Start A Global Extinction Event?

My Daughter's Prom Night ~

Beautiful Bellingham ~

Bellingham, WA May 5th, 2011.  

Mt. Baker, Washington

Bellingham Farmer's Market

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Three days of refreshing cool bay and sea air. Hearing the "real" seagulls squawk, seeing people of many colors and lifestyles smiling, using bicycle's, boats, trains, electric cars and good 'ol hiking to get around.  Wonder at the fresh produce in abundance, honey bees that aren't scared away with killer pesticides, fish that tastes just caught from the ocean and not the  freezer.  Enjoying restaurants who's employee's are like family and serve you with a cozy kindness bringing food to your table just cooked to perfect timing of your order; even keeping the thick wedges of nutty-bananna toast still hot.  ♨

Downtown Bellingham Farmer's Market

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Coffee shops that have one name and if there is another cafe to drink espresso it is just as "joe" as the others.  Neighborhoods where folks wave at one another, proud to find new things to recycle and wearing zip-up sweaters and felted hats is cooler than sporting expensive 'Patagonia' make-believe mountain-climber -25 degree gear. 

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 Oh! Rain... Yes.  Beloved and accepted.  Bellingham is a place where you don't shy away from playing outside, picnicking, Barbecuing, shopping, going to school or work just because it's raining.  Green, blue and white from the bay waters to the forests up to the beautiful white-capped Mt. Baker looming overhead fill your senses with the color of life lived in layers.  Gladly sharing the border with the neighbors of Canada and no barbed-wire fences to threaten the peaceful relationship preserved for generations.  

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Why... I think I'll move there ☝  

Happy Marchteenth Little "lion-man" ~

..."Now learn from your Mother or you'll spend your days biting your own neck"

... OH but what if I was wrong? ~

lyrics:
I
I cant promise you that I wont let you down
And I
I cant promise you that I will be the only one around
When your hope falls down
But were young
Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world
And love
This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land
Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees
At every turn
The water runs away from me and the halo disappears
And the hole when youre not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

So hold on to what you believed in the light

SADE ~ By Your Side