The seeds reach up to the heavens now. All around us the magic is taking place, and no one is paying attention at all. No one realizes it. Reaching and reaching for the sun . . . There’s a secret transaction going on. Can you feel it?
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| The magic. |
Right now, a spark is being placed into each tiny seed. Each seed is being touched by the Sun. The Earth, too, gives her magic up, and both
magics meet in the tiny seed. It can’t
be seen. Break the seed open and you
will find nothing, perhaps less than nothing.
A dried core, devoid of life. But
the magic is there.
Right now, the Earth is planting. She’s planting like crazy. She doesn’t do it in the spring like mankind
does. She does it in the fall, and we
would be wise to take a lesson from her.
She knows what to do with the magic.
Each tiny package is placed in its tomb in the Earth, and a funeral
filled with mourners and wailing banshees is about to take place. Then it is up to Persephone to decide what to
do.
The time to plant is now.
Perhaps not your tomatoes, but your dreams and ideas. Place the spark in them now and put them in
the Earth. Read them their eulogy. Then wait for the Lady of the Pomegranate
seeds to bless them.
