Oya, Mother of the Wind

This was the general horoscope for today from tarot.com...

The cautious Virgo Moon gives us a heightened ability to discriminate between which information is useful and which is not. The Moon joins restrictive Saturn and opposes progressive Uranus, foreshadowing a long-term alignment between these two conflicting giants that's exact on Election Day. We may personally feel the tension between the status quo (Saturn) and the future (Uranus). Which one prevails now or in November remains to be seen.

How's that for a co-inky-dink?

When I was going through my shaman's transformation, I was gifted with a song from one of the silly shaman I was learning from. It was a song to Oya, Mother of the Wind and one of the primary Goddesses I serve. I think the time to share it with others has arrived. I will offer the same admonishment I received when I was given the song: Please, please, please never sing/recite this while you are angry or in a place of fear. Oya's presence can be as gentle as the brush of a butterfly's wing on your cheek or She can rip your life apart on a whim. That being said, Oya is a Goddess of transformation and that is exactly what is needed at this point in time. Our economy sucks, our leaders are liars who are owned by business and ideologies have divided us. It is time to bring about a shift and this song is a wonderful tool.

Song to Oya channeled by Earil to Joyce January 1999

Oya, Mother, gentle breeze, screaming whirlwind, all of these
Bring your winds of change to me
Mercifully, gently sweep me free
From the folly surrounding me
Cut the cords where I have bound me
With your healing breath set down me
On the ground where I need to be
On the ground where I need to be
On the ground where I need to be

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Our passion for Nature, our love of Life and our commitment to Self has the power to lift us out of this mess which is about to get messier.
More to come....
Sing my friends... don't worry about the quality of your voice, just sing from the heart. Let's call the wind for it is all that will blow away the bullshit.
PH Joyce