6 May 2009
Beltane/Omaha/Jurjevo/Durdevdan/Erdelez/Mayday/Cinco de Mayo Post
In the last couple of weeks I have been raging, mostly with myself, thinking, "Have we not learned anything of the latest war, how cheap we are selling ourselves to the Darkness. Not only we sell, but we even pay to go there. What a great system… Have we forgotten everything? Have we forgotten with what has God charged us? Have we forgotten that we are the Earth Keepers, especially of this part of the world? This place that is the heart of the planet? Of course, it is hard to see through what has been going on that that is the truth, but have we not been asking? For if we ask it will be answered. Have we asked ourselves why, and then how?"
Most of my outrage has been related to abandonment and disrespect of the Earth. Even though the lady Gaea winked at me and said not to worry, she will do just fine… He-he. Then here and there I notice sparkles of light and memory coming through the fog...
And appropriately, I was even more uplifted when I have come to visit the far west of my country
But it came through even if through subconscious collective memory. It came through and even though it is possibly the pale memory of what this celebration was about, I felt thankful to the people who allowed it to surface as it did. I knew, not all is lost. Even in this tiny glimpses I could read and see the distant past… And it is another manifestation of return of the Goddess.
Importance of this remembrance is remembering of who we are. It is a clue. The clue that connects us to our distant past and ancestors before there was an alphabet, and the hi~story was recorded in a memory as a mythic language of grand stories and tales.
This is a story that is part of my series of a return of the sacred feminine. Conceptually oral history also belongs to realm of feminine transfer of information, as written belongs to masculine. Masculine has overwritten the feminine even in this realm and we barely know much of what was known in the past. Written has become the superior and oral inferior, as a way of keeping knowledge. Though both forms have shortcomings and virtues. Oral allows for transformation and growth, as the times and tellers are changing, and exactly opposite is true for the written form. Yet, written endures and remains; and that is how it has gotten superior status, and has gotten the power to overwrite the other.
To find the other side of hi~story, one has to be able to read not only between the lines, but also invisible and bellow the surface; and then to allow oneself possibility that one’s reading is correct (rational mind has robbed us of that gift, mostly we have been conditioned to not accept the gut information without the ‘proof’ – hmm, this is all another topic).
What is this omaha after all? And it is the same as all the names I have listed in a title of this post (and possibly many others)…The vague memory of what we could see today: it is community gathering and celebration, even though if I went and asked what was being celebrated here today, few would have any answer beyond, "It has always been…"
Today's characteristics of it are: there is always some kind of wheel in a picture! So to have a 'proper' celebration some form of wheel should be turning, being that mayday pole, ringelspiel, carousel, or waterwheel. Original form of celebration has taken on different forms as it spread in time and space.
What about the wheel? Why wheel? In this area on this day, the sixth of May (mid-date between spring equinox and summer solstice), one had to cleanse and purify oneself of winter darkness and heaviness, depressive winter spirits... As Persians on the first day of the new year (vernal equinox) jump over fire to be purified, that was done here as well. The building of fires was coupled with even more ancient water purification. One had to wash a face with morning dew, had wash oneself with sprinkling water. The sought out places were by water. And sparkling water at that: waterfalls, cascades, etc… Around here (were I am writing this) there are no big hills and no waterfalls, so the ritual was to take the place under the waterwheel. As the wheel turned around it would make the necessary sprinkle… One needed to stand bellow to be sprinkled and cleansed in that way… Some other places, people would immerse themselves into the water… Omaha as a word refers to this process of cleansing oneself by motioning and in this case motioning cleansing moves around oneself.It was veneration of that aspect of feminine and that symbol of water… Aspect representing life, and its cycles, emotional transformation and clarity as result. Wheel turning, perpetual life cycles turning, and transformation from dark to light and vice versa…
This topic of remembering our reverence for sacred feminine is so timely now when time/space portal has opened for this energy to clear and reset itself to its rightful position. As well as, to the symbolism as it narrates our own process of emotional clearing and achieving the clarity and awareness. And in the process getting closer to the God… The intuitive knowing of this process has been threaded from the distant past by many alchemists, known and unknown, named and unnamed. Some have recorded various versions of, “When we know our souls, we know our God” statement.
May you have achieved the level of awareness you have been seeking so far and continue on your Divine Path as you desire.
Regina - Bistra Voda [Clear Water] lyrics
Pitao sam neke ljude u mome kraju
gdje mi duša stanuje
Jer tajnu za mene
kažu kriješ draga
Pitao sam da mi vrate
ono vrijeme, dane, sate,
proljeće
na ljubav miriše
Tako kažu
Rodi me
u majsku zoru
Kupaj me
u bistroj vodi
Čuvam jedan cvijet
kad svi drugu odu
Čuvam te
dok sam živ
Ukradi malo sunca za nas
nemaš sutra, nemaš danas
Lako je
kad ti pjesma srce nađe
Rodi me
u majsku zoru
Kupaj me
u bistroj vodi
Čuvam jedan cvijet
kad svi drugu odu
Čuvam te
dok sam živ
Rodi me
u majsku zoru
Kupaj me
u bistroj vodi
Čuvam jedan cvijet
kad svi drugu odu
Čuvam te
dok sam živ
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