LSW APRIL Persephone and Hades - A Love Story

LSW APRIL Persephone and Hades - A Love Story

LSW April

Persephone and Hades  - A Love Story

By Christine Schultz

Will we simply return to dust after death? It’s the great mystery. The ancients held festivals and ceremonies to recognize the great mysteries, and to answer this very question.

In ancient Greece, these ceremonies began around 700 BC in a place called Eleusis. The Eleusinian Mysteries with roots in Egyptian and Brahman teachings, and influences from Buddhism, were held in secrecy. Christian leaders from the ancient world, including John the Evangelist with his ties to Freemasonry, were, according to legend, initiates of the Mysteries. It is believed that many rituals of the Freemasons and Christian Church are taken from these ancient ceremonies.

The Greek Mysteries are based on the story of Demeter, the Goddess of fertility, otherwise known as Earth Goddess. Her daughter Persephone, Goddess of Springtime, was married to Hades, the King of the Underworld. Here’s a super simplified version of the myth:

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LSW March Issue

LSW March Issue

When Crone is Greeted by Winter 

Crone is last stage of the moon cycle. Spring, summer, autumn, winter are the Earth cycle seasons. Autumn and winter must correspond to the Crone stage. I understand autumn and see the beauty in it, but I’m unclear on winter. Winter is a metaphor for death. Or is it the very last stage of life? What is the symbolic and energetic meaning of the winter years? What is the beauty of it?  I came to realize autumn is about reaping life’s harvest, and also letting go. Does that continue into winter? When does the season of winter begin for us humans? My father, nearly 81, recently had a stroke and is in decline. Depressed and wishing to die, he lost his zeal for life. Once the desire to live dies, does that mark our winter season?

 

 

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LWS - August Issue "I am So Big"

LWS - August Issue "I am So Big"

Yes, I am, I know I am. I AM BIG, I know I can do anything! I am a girl!

Mom would bounce me on her knees and stretch my arms wide saying, “I am soooo big!” I would giggle and wiggle as she cuddled and snuggled me. Dresses, patent leather shoes, curls and bows were my costume whenever mom wanted to dress me up, and I loved it.

I loved my clothes for digging in the dirt too, and riding the big wheel, climbing trees, and chasing my cocker-spaniel, Lulu, and my boyfriend, Joey, around the yard. Then my little brother and sister came, and I was the big girl because I was their big sister. I loved them. They were my charge, so I was in charge. I felt I could do anything, and do it perfectly well.

I think I was about seven when this girl, Wanda, was at the house doing some gardening. I followed her around because she was pretty and a teenager. I overheard her talking to Mom, saying some crazy stuff about how she was not chosen for something because she was a girl. I thought, “What are you talking about?

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