Shariananda

 

Dear Members and Interested parties–

In the last month I came to a spiritual cross roads. I changed tracks and changed the furniture around in my inner house. It is clear that I am no longer just SDiane. My view of the world has changed as to how I will bring my body and soul through the year 2012 (when all that has been predicted for the ascension of planet earth will fall into place).

My life is getting in order by forces I do not comprehend fully but are forces that I accept as having influence and direction on it. I surrender now to something that causes me to tremble. I surrender now to something that has emphasized that I am on the right path and must set a marker in place for this transition.

In July I fell in love. It was quick and deep and surprising. My love shook me up so that I was alternately crying and laughing every day. I am still shaken. It occurred to me that I was responding to my new love as if she were a God presence. And in that I realized that she was in deed a gift from God.  She brought with her a new inspiration and force for my life–no matter how long that may be–. She brought a stance for the Light of God. The Peace of God. The Love of Beauty. Things I treasure and seek to manifest daily.

I felt new, reborn, alive, and hot. Like I had been in a cool dark room and was let out into the sunshine and fresh air. I started kidding her about her name and my name, and soon I was calling myself SDiananad or something silly. But over the next few weeks, I started to hear that name speaking, coming forth like the ring of a distant bell. It was not SDianand , but something….

One day I got a piece of junk mail from someone solicting. It was from someone named Samananda. The name somehow startled me. So, I got serious. I decided to quit playing and ask Spirit exactly what was going on. By this I mean, I sat to meditate and asked the question, “What is going on? Do you want me to change my name?”  As I sat, I felt a clearing in my chest.

“Seriously?” I asked. No sound. Nothing else.  So I talked it over with my Love. She said, “Why don’t you ask for a sign. I said, “Good idea.”  It is always nice to have a clear second voice (and she is that when she is clear, smiles).

When I next prayed and meditated, I said, “Listen, Heaven, if you want me to change my name. I am going to need a sign. I do not mean a small or guess work sign. I mean a big, unmissable, neon sign. After all, I have been carrying the powerful name SDiane for a long time, and I have gotten very used to it. It always makes people remember me, and you know how hard it was when I changed to it. I took years to get people to call me SDiane. I used to be S. Diane Bogus.(I rarely told anyone what the “S” stood for. But it was Sharon. Back then,  I told heinous lies about how it came to be! I had a Sojourner Truth story. A Harry S.Truman story, and a Gertrude Stein story about  its origins. I had a Tribal story,too.

Anyway, In 1980 I changed to SDiane Adamz-Bogus. That is what I am saying goodbye to. Thirty-one years (31). That is an age of ascension I think, not so far from the 33 at which Christ started his ministry. And I do believe I am a ministry in and of myself. But more about that later. The sign.

So, I wake up on October 4, 2011, and I go outside to let my sweet little doggie, Izzy, out, and lo! and behold! There is a dead crow at the side of my yard. A DEAD CROW! Holy Moses! holy Moses! I am too stultified. I begin to shake, and I am actually frightened. I know the power of crow and of raven. My medicine wheel has raven at the very top position, and my relationshjip with both species is top notch. They teach me. They call to me. they guide me. They show up to alert me. They fly all around me to let me know what’s about to occur. I call back daily when they speak to me and I speak to them always. CAW CAW CAW. I do a good crow call.

Did you know how quick and intelligent crows are? They can open cans. They can plan. They can see far, and they are excellent scavengers. You cannot sneak up on a crow. You cannot fly with crow except by permission. Now they stand for the VOID or that which is not manifest in the impenetrable darkness of eternity and no time. They are the arbiters of justice and shape-shift from one state of consciousness to another. They are the guardians of sacred law. They are really good omens but get a bad name in the movies. They let you know when a change is coming. I could tell you a lot more, but I invite you to get your hands on the Medicine Cards  book from Bear Company to read up on crow. You can also see Ted Andrews books on Animals. They do teach, but mostly, if you watch crow and notice when it shows up and how and what its doing, you can teach yourself. Maybe crow will become one of your animal totem guides.

So I have a dead crow right at the side of my yard, near the stop sign, and it looks like nothing is wrong. It is spread eagle face down, with its head turned to the north and its eye open. Upon close inspection, I saw blood coming from the underside. Now, that had to be the most unusual death in the world. Crow simply is too quick to be hit by a car or killed by accident. But, apparently, it was, and I think this was a sacrifice. Crow gave its life so I could have my new name.

Yes, the answer is. Change. So, I tried on variations of Sharinanda and Shariananda. I have a friend who is a name expert. She told me that “Shari” (from yesharon) means land or field and “a” means entirely, and that “ananda” means bliss or joy . That was not so far from SDiane, which means fertile flower in the field of God. So, I have just internalized SDiane and externalized Shari– part of my name that came from my legal first name that is on my original birth certificate. Now, all along in my various journals I had been writing that I was thinking of changing myname. I had started to try Shariananda on.

That day, the day of the dead crow, I took it to heart. I declared that as the name change day. I am now Shariananda, a being who resonates to the music in the word. It is like a gave myself permission to be all my love and all my power. I gave myself permission to walk my path and change as needful. I do not see the way clearly, but i am feeling my way along with help from the spirit world and nature as I understand it. The Saturday following the name change Tuesday, I got a call to come out and serve as chaplin for a Suicide Prevention Marathon Walk for awareness. That cemented it.

I feel I am more than an oracle now. I am a portal. I am a doorway through which energies flow; some of them not my own but my angelic host and the forces of Good unseen may use me, and I have given permission. I feel calmer, stable, sweeter, nicer, warmer, better. I feel anchored and complete.  I feel settled and peaceful. I feel strange not to be SDiane. I am used to it, but already it seems like another person.  I am somewhat shocked at the ease and suddenness of my shift from SDiane to Shariananda, but so it is. I will make it legal soon.

For now, I just let you all know what is what. I can say that the reception at my church, in the chat room, from my friends, and even from my relatives has been pleasant . I think they are used to my deviate nature by now. I am a free spirit and I have been seeking myself and God a long time. I am coming home to God in my new love, and to myself in my new name. Bless me to the work that the name calls me to and calls from  me. I am a servant of the Most high, Shariananda.    Leave me any response you wish.

WAcky WonderFUl Wednesday–launch day6.1

Chat Room Report for Wonderful Wacky Wednesday-Launch June 1,2006

Private readings 1—                                  Email Readings 2

Member Count21 Wednesday  June 1, 20111

The Oracle desires 10 private readings per day or 2 per hour. Thank you.

Crew* Present Today

Raimy18—in transformation, has grown in this chat Room, watches for Trolls and fights  for me

Jaded Heart—needs prayer for health challenge

Allis Positive—becoming as regular as Raimy, graciously gave an open interview

KMK-777—she shares willingly and helps in room

Cybertyper—big help & administrative support, also developing psychic, interviewed on Wacky Weds

*Elizabeth7264—Slow and steady attendance and enthusiastic participation

DivineLust*–full of wry humor and inconspicuous innuendo, very enthusiastic participation

Kassy25*–enthusiastic and long time participant, fun bird and just as light on my mind

Schedule  PM     Pacific Standard Time

3:00 Music and Fanfare

3:15 Mystic Kitty—introduction—puppet cat axiom and quote of the day

3:40: members share favorite and significant quotations

4:00 Joshua Bear—introduction—jokes and member interviews—(balloons,bells,bubbles)

5:00 Zebra, the Elephant—TBA

5:15 Prophecy Report by Members

5:30 Member riddles (celebration of crew) New member recognition, bells

5:50 Announcements, Evening chant and prayers, Unity Protection blessing

6:00 End of show

NOTICE It is important for new and strong members to let the Oracle SDiane know when they have 10 visits. Continue reading “WAcky WonderFUl Wednesday–launch day6.1”

Serpentine Fire–the Preface to Spirit in the Dark

Serpentine Fire

Earth, Wind, and Fire, the Black Soul group sings a still popular song by the title, “Serpentine Fire.” That song has always spoken to me, but even more so now: “Come on tell the story, Morning Glory, all about the serpentine fire. You know as a people, you will laugh one night in the serpentine fire.” I suppose this is the night. I may not be laughing (yet), but I am feeling the victory of my recovery from one of the most important events of my life, and it is at the end of long journey fraught with deep thinking and multi-tiered feelings that I am finally prodded by forces within to actually start to write (again) in earnest. The urge, like the reflex that makes one regurgitate despite an equal urge to hold back, is larger than I am, and though I’d like to know what I shall say, and would want to wait until I could structure it, I can’t hold back any longer. The time has come and the story will doubtless tell itself. But this will be a collection of disparate essays and notes, and journal entries that attempt to trace my spiritual development while documenting my esoteric thought on new age topics. I am not sure I can chronicle the journey of my late life to this new phase of it, but it seems I necessarily have to start with my encounter with the “serpentine fire.”

I will talk here about the lightning strike injury that I sustained in 2002 and the vicissitudes of the initial impact on my life, the day to day coping, and the gradual healing and grand changes that it affected in my life. But I also want to tell anecdotes and tales from the broad road of my travels. As a confirmed and seasoned feminist, I continue to think of my writing life in terms of the dialogue: as a Black woman, woman, a lesbian, and a senior, a person with disability and, more recently as a spirit healer. Continue reading “Serpentine Fire–the Preface to Spirit in the Dark”