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In Praise of Colour

8/17/2017

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When I first heard the word racism as a child I thought it referred to people who liked to run alot, perhaps more than was good for them. After much contemplation in my 6 year old mind I began to realize that some people didn't like other people because of their colour. Now I was totally CONFUSED, because as most children, I had a big box of crayons and it was always a delight to get a new box with even MORE colours!! A favourite activity was to draw one colour over the other to see what "new" colour could be created. Why would ANYONE want LESS colours? To me that just meant less fun! 
 I learned right there and then that adults didn't always make sense and if I needed to know the truth about something it was best just to feel it in my own heart. Or go colour. To honour each and every living being the way our Creator made them is DIVINE. And Fun!
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Invocation for Humanity

8/14/2017

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I am guided by my inner authority
I release any and all opinions of others
on how I act, believe, live and love in this world

I am connected to my own Divinity
I am guided by this spark of the Divine
To fulfill my life’s mission and work
for my own good and the highest good of all

I release all sense of time
And claim my own soul as eternal
I alone am responsible for the choices I make
And the consequences that result.

I am in charge of my Karma
And I make choices for my benefit
And the benefit of all beings

I am grateful for this passage on Planet Earth
AND I SHOUT OUT LOUD
I AM A FORCE FOR ALL THAT IS LOVE
AND ALL THAT IS NURTURING
FOR ALL OF CREATION
RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. AND ETERNALLY FOREVER!!
(whichever is longer)

I claim my voice and release with love
anyone or anything that is not in alignment
with my mission and destiny

I call forth my true soul pod
I call forth my spirit guides
I call forth my inner vision
And I call forth all the courage it takes
To be real and walk this path of Beauty

Thank you Thank you Thank you
Aho! Sat Nam! Om Ganesh! Holy Goddess!
Amen! Hare Krishna! Namaste!​
 In Lak' ech Ala K'in
Jai MA!!!!!
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Guardian Angel Invocation

2/26/2016

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My dear Beloved Guardian Angel
May I be blessed and showered with your constant guidance and protection 
Please illuminate me and show me the way
Let me be still enough to hear your voice
Strong enough to follow your path
Wise enough to discern
Courageous enough to take action
Please make my hands your hands
That I may touch others with kindness and love wherever I go
Please watch over my words, that I may speak only truth
Please watch over my feet that they may step always step in the direction of my highest good
Please watch my thoughts that they may bring joy and beauty to this world
Please watch my eyes that they may see all the glorious divine wonder
Please watch my ears that I might hear wisdom in all spoken world
Please watch my nostrils that I may be inhale all that is pure on this Earthly Plane
Please watch over my eternal soul and guide it safely back home when the time is right
Please watch over all my loved ones that they may be safe and well
Please align my heart with right action always
Let the breath of divine love breathe through me 
That I may be a conduit and channel of all that is good and holy in this world 
and all the heavenly realms and spiritual sky
Holy One I thank you 
I love you 
I honor you
I bow down to you eternally
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Love 

2/26/2016

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Never be in a hurry for love
As Love has no time to keep
Love makes no decisions
For in true love there is no division
Never be sold on love
As love has no price
Love costs nothing yet gives everything
Do not wait for love 
As love never left you
In fact love always kept you!
Remembering breath after breath
Spirit moves through us all
Love leaves no one out
Love rises rather than falls
Love is a circle
with no agenda
Love creates comfort and ease
Love accepts the perfection you are are
No need to try to please
Love is spacious
It cannot be contained
In the presence of love you expand
Love is truthful
Love never blames
Love is humble 
Love is kind
Love reaches out
Love includes
Love is transparent
Love is YOU


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Today I Remember Peace

11/11/2015

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To those who went to war thank you. May you find peace in your heart for the suffering you went through to help others. May you remember to reach out for any healing and support you need to find you way back to peace in your daily life, and may everything you need come to you in great abundance.

To those who were killed in that same war  may your spirit rest in peace.

To those who lost a loved one in a war and have had to live your life without them I wish that peace like a warm comfy blanket wraps around your shoulders.

To those family members who lived and are living with those that are away for long stretches of time, may you find peace in your daily affairs as best you can.

To those who thought of this idea of war I wish you peace in your soul that you may dream a different dream and remember that in our heart we are all one people that there is really no other, that  whatever we do to someone else we do to ourselves.

To those who think oh war doesn't apply to me, I implore you to watch your own thoughts, and to focus on thinking only peaceful thoughts.

Today and always I pray for all of us in every way to remember what makes us peaceful and focus on that.

I give thanks to everyone who have done their part in helping to create peace for others.

May we all remember this great peace together forever and always. amen! aho! ki jaya! hari om! blessed be! om shanti!

in peace and love,

Ramadevi Rainbow May
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Turnips And The New Toy ~ a tribute to my very kind and patient father~

6/21/2015

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Always helping and not afraid of tears! How could you be with 4 girls under 6!
I could hear the car pull up beside the house and within minutes the squeaky screen door along with footsteps let me know my Dad was home. I ran out to the kitchen to greet him, he had just returned from one of his frequent Sunday trips to the small countryside village in which he was born. His brother and several other assorted relatives still lived there on farms but in order to keep my mother happy we lived in town and my father became a weekend farmer.

He sat as he always did in his chair at the end of the kitchen table and took off his shoes. My mother and sister came into the kitchen to hear my Dad speak of the events of the day and how nice it was to drive on Sundays when there was such little traffic. He reminisced about when he was a boy ( which to me seemed so long ago there were probably dinosaurs around at that time) that he used to walk the 7 miles from his village to town and my how things had changed!!

I sat there on the brown wooden chair with my eight year old legs dangling and listened to all the commotion of my sisters trying to tell on each other and my mother saying what time dinner would be and that my Grandfather would be here any minute now. Why she bothered to tell him, I don't know because for as long as I could remember Sunday dinner was at 6 o'clock, we ate roast beef and my Grandpa arrived at 5:45 and left by 7:15

These were the cornerstones of our reality at 27 Birmingham St. where we had a big M on the front door that some of my sisters said stood for May (our last name) while other more ambitious ones said it stood for money.

With 3 older sisters, all who thought they knew it all there was never any shortage of opinions. My sisters were all about 14 months apart and then there was a 3 year gap before I was born. Being the youngest had it good and bad points, some say I got more attention (whatever that means) but as far as I could tell being the youngest was mostly problematic for me. The only way I could possibly endure the presence of my three older sisters and all the hand-me-down clothes was knowing that one day they would all grow up before me and I would be able to play with their toys and have my own room. It was a thin thread to hang on to yet I needed something to keep me sane when they got to do things I couldn't because I was too young. Occasionally I would get my triumph over being too young and today was one of those days.

My father announced that there had been a bumper crop of turnips and one of his friends had given him a whole field of turnips and did Shirley ( my older sister of 12) want to sell them door to door? She could keep all the money he said. Immediately I felt my jealousy rising but Shirley spoke first ( she always did being older, bigger and louder..) Daaaaaaaaaaaadd!! THATS WIERD! I am NOT going to sell some creepy turnips!!!( what my Dad failed to realize is that being 12 in 1967 meant selling turnips or even getting close to any vegetable was NOT was cool people did) Ah hah!! Here was my chance!! Dad ! Dad! I'll do it!! (being 8 in 1967 meant not even having a concept of cool..) No No was the automatic response. Ok I will step up the pressure which to be heard over 5 others I was well experienced at. PLLEEEASSSSSSSSSE I want to I'm NOT too young! Pleeaaaassssssssssssse. At this point my father gave in. Possibly because Shirley was now on the phone, Nancy the next possibility was too shy and had disappeared at the mere thought and Carolyn the oldest was already busy building her empire through her 50 cent an hour babysitting job and was booked solid for the next 2 years.

Ok we would start tomorrow at 4pm after school and before people had their dinner. You see growing up in Guelph meant you knew everyone had their dinner sometime between 5 and 7 pm and no decent person would dare go visiting during these sacred hours which were a given in the same vein Sunday morning was for church.

The next day I could barely contain my excitement and skipped to school and played hopscotch and jumping with more enthusiasm than usual and was the first out the door of St. Stanislaus school at 3:45 pm. I ran home in 5 minutes. My Dad was waiting with our 64 Chevy loaded up with one trunkful of turnips. Our compromise was that because I was too young he would come with me and I readily agreed because I knew I had won so I was willing to accept the terms. Our first stop was Millie's our next door neighbor. I ran out with 2 turnips in my arms. (We had already determined that the price was 10 cents a turnip. I don't know if that was the true value of a 1967 turnip or if it was just an easy number to multiply by.) Anyhow I banged frantically on the door. Millie do you want to buy some turnips? I could hear her getting closer to the door. Millie I 've got turnips and they are 10 cents each Milllleeeeeeee By the time she got to the door she was thoroughly convinced and the proud owner of 2 new turnips!! Yipee!! I jumped in the air lighter than ever!! Thanks! I said as the 2 round coins were put into my hands. Running back to the car I let my Dad keep track of the dimes.

Door after door we knocked on for the next hour slowly moving up and down the streets around Birmingham St. Essex St. Glasgow St. Yorkshire St, we went to my cousins house, the Reballati's  (they bought 6) We went to the altar boys house and then went way past Glenda Stienfield's place to a street where I had never been and I ran to the door with my usual line of " Do you want to buy some turnips?". After all the smooth sailing I was not prepared for the response I got.

Turnips... a thickly accented voice gruffed at me.... Whats turnips?? For once I was silent. Here was a grownup who was supposed to know EVERYTHING and he was asking me what a turnip was?? Even today I am hard pressed to explain a turnip but then it had not even occurred to me that I might have to. Ummmm.. welll...its a turnip.....and its....uh..... 10 cents. Pretty soon the whole family was at the door carefully examining and turning over the mystery. Then I saw Helena in the background a girl from grade 6 and I remember she was Greek yet it never occurred to me that turnips may not be an international vegetable. A whole new world of thoughts were racing around my brain. " Ok we'll take 4" I was snapped back to reality. 4? Wow!!! What a decision!! Most people who knew what turnips were only took 2 or 3..but 4? Now I wondered where I could find more of these consumers I too could have a turnip empire. Perhaps move to Greece, start the May Turnip Farm...Uh OH... had to run back to the car a 2nd time, I could only carry 2 turnips at a time. I shouted out to my Dad " DAAAAAD they bought 4  and they don't know nuthin about turnips and then still they bought 4!!! Well by now it was 5 o'clock and time to go home and count the cash...Clink Clink Clink ......$2.00!! 20 dimes!!! That was the most money I had ever earned in my life!! I piled them up into 2 piles then into 4 piles. I counted and recounted them and put them on top of the TV for safe keeping. Announcing these are MY dimes and NO ONE touch them!! The TV seemed like such a safe place because of the honored position it held in the center of the living room.


All week we continued our routine of slowly moving our 64 Chevy up and down the streets of Guelph until 80 turnips were sold in all and I had 8 little piles of $1.00 or 16 little piles of 50 cents depending on how I arranged it.

My new found wealth had not come without desires as is in inevitable with most upwardly mobile folks I guess.

I converted my coinage into 4 pink 2 dollar bills then dutifully followed the saving rule by putting half in the bank account I had had since I was 4 and now I could freely spend the other. I had all week to dream about the lego I wanted to buy so I could build houses with real windows and doors

The following morning my Dad and I set out for the department store and we headed straight to the toy section. I felt anticipation and excitement equal to that of any Christmas. We scanned the aisles and carefully studied all the different sets of Lego and finally came up with the one that was just right. I stuck my hand in my pocket and gently stroked those 2 crispy bills again. Then we headed towards the cashier. I reached up and put my box on the counter and watched wide-eyed as she rang up the sale. She said that comes to $3.99. I reached into my pocket for the millionth time for those bills but at the same time my fathers hand found its way to the counter and outstretched he handed the clerk the money. I looked at him in shock and froze not quite understanding. He said it's ok, you earned it. Just don't tell your mom or sisters. You can keep all the money.


Not only was I richer in money and a new toy and the neighborhood richer in turnips but I realized how much richer I truly was in having a father like mine.
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Can you hear me Screen?

1/11/2015

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How did we all get so addicted to screens? Whoa! Talk about a spirit filter! How many hours per day do YOU look at a screen? I dare you to spend that same amount of time looking into someone's eyes. Then you will learn the true meaning of Right Click.
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Remember Your  Beauty

12/18/2014

 
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Our natural state is Exquisite Beauty, It is our default setting, we arrive on planet earth with it turned WAY ON. For quality assurance and training purposes please do not adjust you dial. Please stay in your glow with your LIGHTS on for a smoother and easier ride. It protects again turbulence should you unexpectedly encounter some. Have a safe flight and for all of us here at the Department of LOVING LIFE we thank you for flying with us. Please consider joining the high frequency flyer program.

The Magic of Feelings

12/16/2014

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~♥~ All our feelings are Holy. Laughter. Tears. Joy. No one would dare tell the ocean to calm down ~♥~ Yes feelings are beyond reason but so is the great mystery.
I prefer the mystery path and will use my intellect like a fine shiny car to take me places I need to go. To find the trail, turn left, make dinner,learn a language, heck even update my facebook status!
Yet when I feel into the sacred part of life I am guided by my feelings, the impulse that connects my temporary human form to my eternal infinite nature, once navigating from this place true magic begins..I know you know ~♥~ I've seen you there! ~♥~
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Falling to Peace-Us

12/5/2014

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It has been 5 moons now since Otie my beloved Kitty who I shared life with for 18 years crossed over to the spirit world and is now flying in a different sky. 5 weeks later my dear friend Anyta crossed over too, My car died and my well went dry. This has been a year of loss and change and I have been hurled head first into the land of grief.
 I decided to to not resist but to throw myself all the way in, exploring sadness, crying my eyes out, feeling where the pain was in my body. I worked less and asked for help more. I let go of things I could no longer keep up with. I wrote more poetry and started drawing.
 I read and listened to everything I could find on grief and healing and sadness and soon learned that no one is untouched from this experience, even though we all carry and process it in different ways, I discovered that in my most alone hurting place I was actually relating to more of humankind than I ever had!
 I began to share  the gushiest loving things that I thought and felt in my heart about others with them. I knew that the breath could leave the body unexpectedly at any time for anyone and while previously I may have felt awkward to be as loving on the outside as I felt on the inside but at this point I began to wonder where that programming came from. Ah ah! Ok time to explore all my programming!! So deep into the truth tunnel I journeyed asking and wondering where is my deepest wounding and why I am I letting it run my life?
 And then a really funny thing happened. the more I explored my dark wounded side and began to feel some very very deep sadness and longing and fear and at times downright terror,the happier I became! It was like I was cleaning out my cosmic closet of old debris and thoughts that were no longer needed. The ultimate spirit feng shui I suppose.
 My life force began to flow more and I felt more creative, alive and healthy than I had in a very long time. I lost weight and I slept deeply. A few nagging body aliments vanished.
I had been so scared to face my sadness,what if I started crying and never stopped? What if I went so far in I wouldn't be able to find my way back out? I soon found out that the real pain was the resistance.
And then a  most amazing thing happened! When I really allowed myself to fall to pieces, I actually fell into peace.
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