STAND STRONG, WITCH: A Lesson on Being Human



Image: Svetlana Belyaeva

“I never thought about it before, but I’m proud to be human. We’re ever so flawed. We’re frail, confused, violent, and we struggle with so many issues.”

Susan Ee

I believe this blog is more for my readership than it is for me; I had to stop working on my Shop to come and write this, that’s how important I feel this message is and no time can be wasted.

I am not on Facebook for personal reasons much anymore and unless it involves NR, I don’t really want to be bothered. But, I do what everyone else does and scroll through my newsfeed checking up on loved ones, being nosey with others; you know the drill.

I have noticed a common trend among everyone (besides crazy dreams); it seems as though everyone is feeling overwhelmed, anxious and like there isn’t enough time.

Some of this is because of the Holiday season, regardless if you celebrate or not it’s a stressful time of year; Empaths like myself are ripped wide open and there is only so much of the chaos that we can shield. It isn’t just how crazy people get to find the best deals, or how they become mindless mass consumers—it is sometimes truly about the emotions. People are remembering loved ones that are no longer here or that they no longer communicate with, people are remembering a time when they were happy, or maybe this time of year conjures up bad feelings because of trauma in the past.

Whatever the reason, the Holiday season is fucking balls to the wall crazy.

Before I get into what inspired me to write this blog, which has nothing to do with the Holidays, btw, let me tell you about my shit.

When we are overwhelmed it is so easy to slip in to a victim mentality and I think it is important to keep perspective always, and remain grateful. With that said, the last 10 days have dosed out enough CRAZY to make me want to cut this human life short. (No I am not suicidal, and I am not making light of suicide; it’s just an expression.)

It was just one thing after another and it wouldn’t let up. Finally, on Thursday when I was at my Eye Doctor appointment there was an issue with my insurance not showing up in their system—I started crying. I don’t mean I was just a little teary, I am talking full on ugly cry—I couldn’t even speak; I just had to walk outside and breathe. It wasn’t just about the insurance, IT WAS EVERYTHING and it all hit me at once, in front of a whole bunch of strangers and it was….mortifying.

As if that was not bad enough, on Friday night my Laptop shattered. Hello, pre-shadow period of Mercury Retrograde.

Having a piece of equipment break such as a computer is enough to make anyone angry but for me, it was a devastating loss. I run my business online, I am writing my second and third books, I am a Social Media figure; I need a computer. I don’t make a ton of money, and I am by no means rich and I don’t use credit. If it was not for my Mother, I would not be sitting here writing this on my new Laptop. The gratitude I feel cannot be expressed.

Let’s talk about my weekend though, shall we?

To be clear I am not talking about ANY of this for pity, in fact I feel really fucking awkward writing this but I know that for the bigger story, all these little details need to be brought up. I am being as real as I can right now because I think a lot of us are in the pits and could use a word or two of encouragement.

Mom and I went in to my hometown (about 2 hours away) so we could see some family and babysit my niece; yes, they have babysitters there but it is a treat for Mom and me to hang out with my little Fae Princess. We jump at the opportunity when asked.

Now, let me remind you that I have agoraphobia amid all my other diagnosis’. Leaving my house is a production and it literally makes me break out in cold sweats; leaving my cats is weird for me, too even if only for 36 hours. I am the crazy cat lady. Whatever.

After bribing my Sister to come spend the night and be with my beasts (I also have reptiles that need to be tended to) and leaving detailed instructions taped to the cupboard door, I left.

Mom and I had tried this back in September and it ended up with us leaving at 1:30am because we just wanted to be in our beds; we are both Cancers, so we are both homebodies.

About 20 minutes away from our destination Mom’s phone rings, and then she says loudly, “WHAT?!”

I am thinking my Brother has called and told us not to come or something like that but no, it’s my Aunt calling to tell my Mom that we need to go to Grandma’s because the dog needs to be put down.

I love animals—I love animals more than I love humans, acutally. Just being honest. So, this already was making my heart race and my inner Empath freak out. All I could think was, “Fuck, did I bring enough crystals? Where can I buy some Sage? And, I need some Weed.”

We arrive at Gram’s and go upstairs; immediately I check on the dog and he was well on his way, the cancer had taken over. He was not really “with it” but was crying in pain, so I used my Vampyric side and I took on his pain, his fear and eased it all for him; as he silenced, his eyes began to close. (He was euthanized an hour later at the Vet, and passed in loving arms.)

Gram was sobbing, and then my Aunt came home (she had to go pick Gramps up, he was at a meeting).

I hadn’t seen my Grandfather in a long time, and when I did see him last it was for a brief dinner. He has always been a strong presence; fierce, protective, stoic. He is one of the Mason’s I often refer to in my writings.

When I turned around to greet him as he walked up the stairs I saw an old, fragile man. It was jolting to my system; I seem to somehow forget what time does to this mortal coil.

He walked in to the kitchen silent, and as he passed us all he started crying so hard he began dry heaving.

It was at this moment that I looked directly at my cousin and told her we had to go downstairs to her house because it was TOO FUCKING MUCH.

I am lucky to have a family who always accepts my Mom and I, and our Witchy belief’s, despite how crazy they are and how much they fight (I stay out of it). They have even started asking for our help.

Mysticism does run in the family blood…

After all the craziness at Gram’s, I ventured on over to my Brother’s house and was met with even more devastating news about my Father. I don’t feel like going in to details about this but to sum it up, my Father gifted me with false hope a few months ago, and there is nothing more horrific to give to someone than that. I should have learned, I should have known from the years of actions he has shown that his words, just like his promises, are empty.

That’s a lot, right? Just shit, shit, shit and a whole bunch of it.

Add in the insomnia, weird dreams (when I do sleep), anxiety from the collective, the buzz in Washington as this transition to our new President happens (all those ridiculous new Laws being talked about; Google it), the devastating fire in Oakland that took the lives of many weirdos, Artists and queers from our community, Standing Rock, etc. and I realized THERE IS A LOT GOING ON; not just in my life, either.

Oh, did I mention it’s the Holiday freaking season? Yeah.

You are not alone in your feelings, you are not alone in this fight to claw your way back to the top; back to normalcy; whatever that is.

2016 has been no joke, and to start off 2017 in the middle of Mercury Retrograde, well sign me the fuck up! Sarcasm loading…

This morning when I hopped on Fb I saw a post from a friend and it broke my heart. Essentially the post was from the depths of her Soul and for that reason I will remain a bit vague as to respect her privacy. The post discussed her hatred for herself, how she feels she is not good at being a human, and then she apologized for being fake to everyone; she apologized for being a healer to other’s when she herself is broken.


First, who is good at being human? You show me somebody, anybody who is “good” in any context at this human experience and I will list to you a million reasons how they have failed. That’s the point, too: failing, falling and getting back up.

The point is to suck at this, that is how we learn, how we evolve (hopefully), how we grow and ascend.

This journey is not going to be smooth, or easy, nor is there one set path. Again I say, no one is good at being human because this world is literally designed for us to fail.

There is this idea, this really fucking common misconception that to be a healer, to have experience and be considered a teacher or “guru” you must be perfect; that you cannot have faults, that you must love yourself and all your parts unconditionally. And, if you are not these things, and then some, then you are a hypocrite.

I call bullshit on ALL OF IT.

I think that those of us who are still working on self-love, and self-acceptance and who have been to the pits of Hell make the best leaders, gurus and teachers. It’s the ones who are not open about their struggles, who try and mask it with “love and light” that are the fakes; they are the hypocrites.

Not those of us who have stumbled in to this role (like my friend and myself have).

I never intended in a million years to have this role of being a teacher, role model or someone others in the Craft look up to but, here we are; I must accept this fate, this path that I am on.

No, I am not perfect. No, I am not balanced and calm, I am not serene and loving; though parts of me are.

I am dark, rigid, full of emotions and pain; I have wounds on the emotional and Soul level that cut DEEP but NONE of those things diminish my power, they enhance my power: THEY ARE MY POWER.

We are all being thrown around like ragdolls by the excess energy right now; we are all feeling it, we are all experiencing changes and shifts that are out of our control. As mentioned above, there is a lot going on.

You are not alone though, you are never alone, and we will all get through this.

The bruises, scars, lessons, joy and pain will all make us better Practitioners but most importantly, they make us better humans.



Letting Go: A Personal Story of the Phoenix Rising

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Image: Katie Dawn aka Thy-Darkest-Hour, DeviantArt

“If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.”

C. JoyBell C.

The Full Moon energy has proven to be extremely illuminating, and caused me to become very introspective; I reflected on my entire life it seems. There has been a lot going on in my personal life, and my professional for that matter; the journey that I am on is like a whirlwind at times, and a calm chaos at others, if that makes any sense.

It’s like it will be calm, but you can feel the tension of chaos wanting to rise, and cause ruckus at any given moment.

I have been hit with a ton of emotions, some new physical issues, battled a destructive glamour spell, and a psychic vampire after writing my post about them. On top of all that I have finally let go of my lover, then there was the loss of some friends, and death of my cat. Needless to say it has been a really rough 9 days, and my Soul is feeling it.

But in the midst of adversity, I shall find my strength.

And, I have.

I had blocked my ex, and a few friends, on my personal and both public pages, it was like that was all I had to deal with the pain of betrayal. I am not sure why my thought process was that my power somehow lay within that blocking feature; how ridiculous, how mundane, of me to find comfort, and solace in such a thing, but it is what it is. I then found out by a mutual friend that he had posted something(s) about me on his page, and it infuriated me.

“No, don’t give into that, don’t stoop to his level.” I had to repeat, almost chant to myself.

I could feel my Beast rising, stirring, and calculating from the depths of my being. I had to reign her in, but why? Why was I controlling her?

I decided to meditate on it, and the answer I received shocked me, but made so much sense.

It’s easy to react, duh, it’s a natural instinct but it takes courage, control, and self-awareness to stop the instinct, to step in the moment before the Beast goes for the throat; to know when the instinct is not going to be productive.

In this situation my instinct to react would prove to be wrong, and I would simply give him exactly what he wanted. I am not now, nor have I ever, spoke ill about my ex, or any of my former friends. It is not my style to do so, and besides my narcissist post, and this one, you will not see me addressing this issue.

I am writing this because I’m fucking hurt but, through the pain I have found the way.

I can’t forget, I can’t truly forgive until I no longer hate. I cannot hate my enemy, I cannot hate those who have hurt me because that is MY weight to carry, not theirs, and hate is heavy.

I have to remind myself that at one point I loved that man, and he was exactly what I wanted and needed, even if only for a moment in time. Same goes for my former friends, I will never disrespect those good memories by dwelling on the bad, furthermore, talking ill of them.

The fact that the route he chose was to speak ill of me, speaks volumes about his own character, and I need not say anything more about it.

Again, I loved that man, and I would be lying to you, and to myself if I sat here and I said I didn’t still love him now because I do. Love is not and never has been enough, and ironically I said that to him more times than I can count since the very beginning of our relationship.

So, today, I unblocked him and my other friends from NR and DW, along with my personal page. If they choose to come and cause drama, then they can be found back on the banned list. Otherwise, I no longer want to carry that weight, that hate, that stress.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

While on this path of realization it came to me that I was still carrying around a hatred, and a heavy one at that.

I hated pieces of myself.

Not on a physical level, although as a Woman that is something I will always struggle with no matter how much self-confidence I have. The hatred I speak of was about the bad decisions, or my late blooming with the craft, both Magick and writing; there was a ton of residual hate towards myself, hate I thought I had dealt with.

Hatred of Self is the heaviest of all burdens to carry, and I didn’t want it anymore.

I don’t want to hate them (my former lover and friends) or my past.

Every mistake was a lesson, and every lesson was a blessing.

So cliché, so fucking corny, so Christian-like to say, but so goddamn true.

I can’t regret the fact that I fell in love, no matter how he acts now, no matter how I think his current behavior makes me look bad, I can’t worry about that. I can’t worry about the gossip, I guess if they are talking about me, I am doing, or have done, something right, something to make an impression.

I can’t hate myself, I can’t hate the very temple and mind that makes me who I am; I have to embrace my curves and embrace my crazy.

So, I sit here and reflect back on an eventful life, planning future adventures, and remaining grateful for all the good, and bad that is currently my reality. I will not be brought down by others, and I will not feed into the bullshit, I will rise above as I have always done.

I am a Phoenix, after all.

Surrendering Control: Why We Should Accept Submission

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Image: Rhys Roberts

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”

Lao Tzu

This is the second post in a series based off the requests I received on NR. I first would like to say that I normally don’t do “how to” or teaching posts because I don’t think I am a teacher, or Master; I do not think I am qualified to speak on most topics, and so many look to me as an expert. It’s so surreal that I am often am at a loss for words.

I speak from my experience, my research and my intuition. I do not claim to be perfect, or know it all, I don’t claim anything, really, other than I have found who I am, and I am living, breathing and chasing my truth. Truth is entirely subjective, and we need to realize that but that is another post.

With that little rant of sorts off my chest here is my take on surrendering control.

To put it bluntly, we can’t control a majority of what goes on in our lives, and even the most skilled Magickian or Witch knows this. The power comes from this realization, and finding loopholes through situations that seem to be set in stone, or irreversible. Our power comes from resilience, and a certain tenacity.

I may or may not have said this in a previous post, and if so then I apologize for sounding repetitive but when I was a little girl my Mom told me, “A great deal of life’s happiness comes from accepting what it, instead of dwelling on what isn’t.”

This goes for everything thing, in fact, the quote should be: “A great deal of happiness comes from accepting what is, instead of dwelling on what isn’t.”

We can’t control anything beyond our nose, it is poetic but so true. Beyond that point you no longer have power, you no longer should waste energy worrying about what happens beyond your space, but always be aware and present.

We can’t control other’s reactions, we can’t control society as a collective, or our Government’s, we can’t control an accident, a death, or the outcome of said accident. Hell, we can’t control that flowing anger that comes over the body when we stub our toe in the dark, at 3 am and we, or maybe just I, believe in that moment death is sure to follow.

All we can ever do is take a deep breath, face our ‘shit’ and deal with it.

In most cases I found that laughter and sarcasm is my way to deal with things, and I am often given dirty looks by deities I work with because of my informal approach to them and Magick. I guess like everything else, I make my craft my own, too. I think that’s how it should be, if I don’t incorporate my personality, and rebellion into my castings then they aren’t personal, I am not being true to me and my Magick won’t be as effective.

It gets tricky because everyone is so caught up trying to control the madness going on around them, for whatever reason: vengeance, spite, hatred, boredom, resentment etc. etc. that they have missed the point entirely. The reality is the only thing you can control is yourself, and once Self is controlled: mindful, present, and aware, then your reality will change.

Think of yourself as a movie projector, and control is the film reel, you currently are playing the reel that is about a movie where you control the world, and thus far it is not Oscar worthy, now switch the reel.

Put in a reel about a movie that is you controlling yourself, and what happens? Suddenly you are captivated. Oscar worthy! (Cheesy, I know)

Same idea with your perception.

A lot of people, especially those on the Left Hand Path do not want surrender, or they are like me and are little control freaks and find it next to impossible to surrender to anything. Or you know, they could be like me in the sense that they are balls of Chaos and madness, constantly seeking and asking why.

The thing is that the more you try to control the outside, the more out of control you really become on the inside. Instead of focusing your energy and intentions on the world, focus them within.

Focus on your reaction, and how you handle terrible situations, focus just as hard on situations that bring you joy. Practice gratitude, it’s a lifestyle, and being grateful does not take away from your individual sovereignty and it will absolutely help you on your path.

Make your Magick personal, do not worry about outside opinions, or judgement, none of that should matter and it shouldn’t matter because you can’t change it, you can’t change how, or what people think of you.

The only thing, literally, the only thing we can do is find our truth, and hold on to it as tightly as we can, allow that truth to become one with our bodies, and mold into our Soul. When we allow this domination to happen we become a powerhouse to be reckoned with.

No force created is stronger than that of the Individual, free thinker who requires no validation. So, surrender, their opinions don’t matter anyways, and we have nothing to prove. Blessed are the black sheep, the misfits, the artists and the rebels.

The Bee’s Knees

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Image: Irving Penn

“The bee’s life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water”

Karl Von Frisch

We aren’t granted many full circle moments in life, and I myself have only had two that I can readily recall. I think that for a seeker, or anyone really, having a déjà vu moment, or a moment where the entire Universe seems to have aligned itself upon your arrival is what our quest is all about. It doesn’t matter if it is a certain turning point, situation, choice or change, it’s like the Universe is opening up for us, blossoming, welcoming us home while encouraging us to test our wings out.

This, my friends, is what I believe just happened to me.

Before I get into the meaty part of this post I want to say that I stopped writing about my dreams, and visions because after I was criticized for my writing, I became discouraged. I am not ashamed to say that, either. I think it takes a certain strength to admit such a vulnerable feeling like this, and I think it takes even more strength to do what I do: rip open my soul to bleed through my words.

I felt unworthy because I allowed the words of another get into my head, but I learned a lesson in it all, and I was able to really think about myself, and my writing. The question I posed to myself was, “Why are Christians who have vision’s considered prophetic but any person, from any other belief is labeled “crazy”? Why do we accept one more than the other?

I know the answer, this is more rhetorical than literal. I am open to constructive criticism but when others start to reach the destructive form of criticism that is when I have a problem. I refuse to remain silent because of the judgements or opinions of another person, I have fought for too long to get to where I am to have some jackass stop me now.

I am a Seer, I have always seen, and I always will. I do not care to, or have to prove this to anyone. My visions are very much a part of my everyday life, and they make me who I am.

With all of this said, off my chest and cleared out of the way, I am going to now get to the point.

For a few months I was not sleeping well, then I got new pillows, new bedding, and a padded mattress cover, along with a mattress foam topper and needless to say I haven’t had any trouble sleeping since. Now that I have been able to get some sleep my dreams and visions have started again, not to mention my health and grumpiness have both improved immensely. It’s a journey, and I am still working out the kinks of incorporating my spiritual life, and philosophy into my mundane life; it’s a long process, but one that will pay off in the end.

During the months of no sleep I could feel how badly the other side was trying to contact me, and they were making their point with overwhelming number sequences. On June 23rd I had one of the most vivid visions to date.

I was in a garden that was as vast as the cosmos; it looked like flowers and trees just fell off the edge into Oblivion, the stars were so bright, so bold, and vibrant that I felt like I could just reach out and touch them. The aroma of flowers was intoxicating, and my nose tickled with the touch of pollen. There were all types of creatures, and Fae were flying about.

Then suddenly I heard someone call out, “Noir…” as if the voice itself faded into the wind, it continued in repetition a few more times and I followed the voice to a massive tree covered in bee hives, with swarms of bees all around it, and what can only be described as waterfalls of honey; an intimidating site, Astral or not.

I began to walk to the tree and I saw 6 different Archetypes of the Goddess all greeting me: Diana, Neith, Hekate, Baba Yaga, Inanna, and Celeste. I started walking closer to them as they lay in the shade under this cosmic tree, and a bee landed on my right hand, it was instinct to swat it. As I lifted my hand I saw the broken, dead body of a little bee, and Inanna made her way over to me, and said, “Bees are signs from us, they are sacred, they are the Divine feminine. Do not fear them, do not kill them. When in fear, be still, my child, forever, be still.” Then she touched my hand and the bee was fixed, and flew away. She said that humans and bees are much more connected than most think, and one simply cannot exist without the other.

I woke up the next morning with the smell of flowers still in my nose, and the first thing I did was look up symbolism of bees, and deities associated with bees. I was blown away at the information I found, but what blew me away even more was what happened while I was looking up this information; I was messaging back and forth with an admin of another page and he said to me in the middle of a conversation, that was definitely not about bees or my dream, “I am the bee keeper.”

I started to hear bells in my ears, and taste honey in my mouth; I knew in that moment that the Divine Feminine had heard my cries and she has come to take her claim back over my mind, body and soul.

Here is what I found…

“The Mother Goddess is the oldest deity in the archaeological record, and she is often manifested as a dancing Bee. In the ancient world, dancing Bees were special – the Queen Bee in particular, for she was the Mother Goddess – leader and ruler of the hive, and was often portrayed in the presence of adoring Bee Goddesses and Bee Priestesses.”

“Sumerian physicians considered honey to be a unique and vital medicinal drug. It has been suggested that the Sumerians invented Apitherapy, or the medical use of Honey Bee products such as honey, pollen, royal jelly, propolis and bee venom.”

“The ancient Egyptians also venerated bees.  The agricultural, nutritional, medicinal and ritualistic value of the Bee and its honey was important in Egypt from pre-dynastic times onwards, as demonstrated by the fact that King Menes, founder of the First Egyptian Dynasty, was called “the Beekeeper”; a title ascribed to all subsequent Pharaohs. Additionally, the Kings administration had a special office called the ‘Sealer of the Honey’, and Kings of Upper and Lower Egypt bore the title “he who belongs to the sedge and the bee”. An image of the Bee was even positioned next to the King’s cartouche.”

“The Egyptian Goddess Neith is the Bee/Mother Goddess.  She was a warrior goddess with fertility symbolism and virginal mother qualities; all attributes of the Mother Goddess – and the Queen Bee.”

“Neith was known as the Veiled Goddess, and thus the reference on her temple inscription to ‘lifting a veil’ is intriguing, for Bees are often called hymenoptera, stemming from the word hymen, meaning “veil winged”, representing that which concealed the holy parts of a temple, as well as the veil or hymen of a woman’s reproductive organ. Only later did the veiled wing become associated with the goddess Isis.”

“Hilda Ransome informs us; “The title Melissa, the Bee, is a very ancient one; it constantly occurs in Greek Myths, meaning sometimes a priestess, sometimes a nymph.” This is an important observation, for the tradition of dancing Bee goddesses appears to have been preserved in a form of Bee maidens known as Melissa’s – or nymphs, and Greek deities such as Rhea and Demeter were widely known to have held the title. Additionally, the Greeks frequently referred to ‘Bee-Souls’ and bestowed the title of ‘Melissa’ on unborn souls.”

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“We can gain clues to bee meaning by observing the hive. A bee’s home is made of tightly packed cells in the shape of hexagons. These cells are made from beeswax, and the structure as a whole is called honeycomb. The hexagonal cells of the honeycomb stores food, and is also an ideal place for bees to raise their young. I’d like to hone in on the hexagonal symbolism of the beehive/honeycomb. Hexagons are comprised of six sides. The number six is symbolic of love (six is a sacred number for the goddess Venus), communication, balance and union. So, regarding the home (hive), the bee is a symbol of wholesome child-rearing, love within the family, domestic stability, harmony and open communication among family members. When the bee visits us, it’s often a message for these family themes…an encouragement to open healthy communications within the family, reevaluate the home, and family. Bees remind us to focus on the nurturing of our family, community and support groups.”

“Bees continue to be a symbol of unified family when we learn about the queen. Worker bees elect a queen, and take special care of her until she matures. All the members of the hive work together to support the queen. They do this in order for the queen to insure new life, and continuation of the colony. This is symbolic of a family working together for the benefit of the group. It’s symbolic of teamwork too. The bee often comes to us when we need reminding that there is no “I” in “teamwork”. When the bee pays us a visit, we may need to self-evaluate. Are we more concerned with being “right” or having our own needs met than being concerned for our community? Bees in our awareness might be telling us to sacrifice our own needs or pride for the needs of others in our lives.”

“Bee meaning is connected with honey. Honey is a bi-product. Bees ingest flower nectar, partially digest it, and then regurgitate it within the comb. Not only is it used to feed baby bees, it’s uses in human history are phenomenally diverse. From sweeteners, to anti-bacterial agents to even embalming agents (Egyptian mummies), honey has been a prized product of bees for centuries. Symbolically, honey represents nourishment, reward, sweetness, sensuality and wealth. Honey is associated with gold in many myths and legends. This equates it to reward achieved after an arduous undertaking. As bees are ceaseless in productivity, the lesson translates to mean something like: With hard work, we earn the gold.”

“In Egypt, the bee was a symbol of royalty and power. This comes from the legend that the bee was born from the tears of Ra, who was an important sun god among ancient Egyptians. Furthermore, the ruler of Lower Egypt was often referred to as “He who belongs to the Bee.”

“Essene were a communal people who were devout to Judaism; they’re known for their role as keepers of the Dead Sea Scrolls. Essene priests were referred to as “bees” because of their integral role within the community, their tireless devotion to God and their faith. In effect, Essene priests were busy as bees keeping the spiritual wisdom within the community available and protected.”

“As a symbol of love, bee meaning was associated with Cupid during Renaissance paintings. Bees are depicted stinging Cupid, the god of love and desire. The artistic symbolism deals with the blindness of love, and leaping into passion without regard to consequence. Apparently, Cupid is often shown dipping into honey, without thought to potential danger of protective bees. The Renaissance lesson here is “Beware of love’s sting.”

Deities associated with bees:

Cybele: Greek mother goddess, to whom the bee represents fertility.

Diana: Roman nature goddess, to whom the bee represents continuation of life (pollination) and beauty.

Demeter: Greek earth goddess, to whom bee meaning deals with provision and harvest (honey) .

Krishna: Hindu god who, when the bee is depicted with the lotus, represents reincarnation.

Shiva: Hindu god who, when the bee is shown upon his forehead, means luck, transformation and peace.

Ra: Egyptian sun god, to whom the bee represents vision, creativity and wisdom.

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