What You Seed Is What You Get!

What You Seed Is What You Get!

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By Mama Donna Henes, Urban Shaman

The autumn ushers in the dark season. The season of diminished light. From now until the Vernal Equinox, six months hence, the nights are longer than the days. Shade and chill prevail. The year, the season, the sun, are slowing down, growing cold, getting old. The insidious forces of death sweep
in and overshadow the vibrant life source.

The air and land, once alive with teeming species, are becoming empty in fall, and mute. Birds leave. Insects nest. Burrowing animals hunker. The trees discard their once-green mantles, shrugging off leaves aglow with the fiery patina of age and sun. Stripped, they emerge skinny and naked, shivering in the wind. The flowering and fruitful plants shrivel and wither and prepare to die with the coming cold. Final fruits, nuts, ripe grains and grasses are gathered in before the fatal first frost.

Fall is like being retirement age. Having weathered the cycles, the rainbows and the storms, the trials and the troubles, the struggles; the teachings of a full life, it is now the season to reap what you
have sown. If you planted your seeds in the spring and tended them well — watered and weeded, pruned and staked, mulched and sprayed, propitiated and prayed; and if the weather was willing — enough, but not too much, sun, wind and rain; and if you were lucky — favored by the powers-that-be in the universe; come autumn it is prime time to harvest your crop.

You have lived responsibly, raised your family. You have followed your calling, perfected your craft, participated in community. You have done your job, played your part. You have paid your dues — not to mention your payments, your taxes. You have worked your ass off. You are ready for a rest. You earned it. You yearn for the freedom and leisure that follows hard work well done. This is the future you have been saving for. In fall, you cash in and collect the fruits of your love and long labor.

Autumn age provides the perspective of the telescope of time. Here is the potential to ripen to a healthy, golden perfection before the stalk of life is scythed. To propagate the plentiful seeds of genes, of experience, of heritage, of the accumulated wisdom of the generations grown patiently
over time. These are the seeds of survival. This is true for plants, too. In the fall of their lives when they are past their prime, as their last productive act and in a grand-finale flurry of display, they go to seed. They issue forth from themselves the fertile means to assure a continuous succession.

The parent plant scatters these precious seeds to the four directions. They send them out on the winds and over the waters. They arrange for them to be delivered in the fur of animal couriers and dispersed from the air by birds and bats. They are given over to the grain harvesters of many species. It is imperative that these wild and domestic seeds find their way back into the earth womb to germinate and grow again. This accomplished, their lives complete, their genetic deed done, they die. Their decomposing leaves and stalks serve to cover the embryonic seed asleep in the cold ground. Even in death, they serve to nourish new life.

Autumn, then, is inexorably associated with ripe maturity, harvest and death, as well as the implicit understanding of an eventual rebirth, the offer of resurrection. Just as the dying sun is sure to return, so, too, will the seeds buried deep in the dark, begin to sprout come springtime. This potent promise of prospective plenitude sustains us through the empty-stomach months.

Best blessings for a bounteous harvest,

xxMama Donna
To read my in-depth articles about the cross-culture myths and rituals of the Autumn Equinox and other holy days and holidays, read my book, Celestially Auspicious Occasions.
http://www.DonnaHenes.net

Donna Henes is an internationally renowned urban shaman, eco-ceremonialist, ritual expert, award-winning author, syndicated columnist, popular speaker and workshop leader whose joyful
celebrations of celestial events have introduced ancient traditional
rituals and contemporary multicultural, nondenominational
ceremonies to millions of people in more than 100 cities since 1972.
In addition to her popular public rituals for equinoxes and solstices,
she is the official Grand Spirit Marshall of the world famous Greenwich
Village Halloween Parade and the Mistress of Blessing Ceremonies for
NYC Earth Day Festivities. She has conducted public blessings of the
NY Stock Exchange on Wall Street, of the Waters of the Hudson River,
of the Fleet for the Governor’s  Quadricentennial Celebration, and an
Inauguration Purification Ritual in Washington, DC. She has published four books, a CD and an acclaimed quarterly journal.
She currently writes a column for UPI (United Press International)
Religion and Spirituality Forum, as well as a monthly Ezine. Mama
Donna, as she is affectionately called, maintains a ceremonial center,
spirit shop, ritual practice and consultancy in Exotic Brooklyn, NY where
she offers spiritual counseling, tarot readings, and works with individuals,
groups, institutions, municipalities and corporations to create meaningful
ceremonies for every imaginable occasion.For information about upcoming events and services contact: Mama Donna’s Tea Garden & Healing HavenPO Box 380403 Exotic Brooklyn, New York, NY 11238-0403. Phone: 718/857-1343. Email: CityShaman@aol.com
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