Blessed Bees * last updated September 7, 2000 |
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Bast The
vision The
Vision That next evening, they took the kids up to see relatives and I had the house to myself. I had a fire going, and the statue was sitting elegantly next to it. I slipped into trance. I saw a svelte woman in a flame-lit room, surrounded by people dressed in finery. She was a shadow in the firelight, her sillouetted profile now woman, now cat. She shimmered with gold. They were dancing, all of them, not wildly yet still with abandonment. The woman was Bast, and I was the woman. I withdrew and found myself staring at the statue. My cat, Pasht, was a heavy, vibrating weight on my thigh. The
Celebration The work done by myself and the other priestesses have led me to understand Bast as a goddess of life. She is the joy of the moment, the whisper of wind on your nape, the tingle of anticipation, the contentment of discovery. She is also a fierce protector of her domain, keeping the balance with her exquisite hunting skill. The
Result And
then what happened...? The celebration with Bast continues - it was recently repeated at Muse Camp on August 12, 2000 - at that occasion, there were lots of kids present and Bast showed much more of her protector aspect. We will celebrate once again at PantheaCon 2001. Hail Bast! Meryw
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