March 25, 2006

The Pink Bunny Knows

Morgaine reminds us of where baby bunnies come from, and offers hope for the new:

In the continuing Christian assault on everything sacred, you're going to start hearing about a "war on Easter" amidst their delusory "war on Christianity." The real Oestara just passed, known to the cowan as "the vernal equinox." The bunnies brought me some much needed sleep this year, for which I am in their debt. Being as tired as I was, I didn't get to do eggs this year. I might do some, still, though, because Pagan rituals give me such pleasure when they fly in the face of the patriarchs. Coloring eggs all pretty colors is a lovely way to tell the Xtians to fuck off, because they can change the name, and move it from the Equinox to the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Equinox, and cry and pray and tell us that a gentle man being crucified makes a day "good," but in our Pagan hearts and DNA we KNOW Oestara is about FORNICATING and making babies - baby ducks, baby chicks, tender buds on trees and bushes, hyacinths and lillies, and lots and lots of baby RABBITS!

Rabbits, you may recall, are the ancient symbol of Virginity - no, not the kind where you don't get any. The kind of virginity where a young woman is whole in and of herself, belonging and beholden to no one, ripe and ready to go out and live life. She's Diana on the hunt, running free and unfettered, shaking off the Winter's frost and running through the rain. Oestara is the planetary Menarche, the beginning of true potential. What's awakening in us all now will come to fruition at the next high holy day of Beltane - May Day - when the faithful celebrate life by observing our prime directive - fucking like beasts - by the light of the Beltane fires.

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For the next month or so, be a young girl - fall in love with love, love your life, find something to be excited about. (That's not easy these days, but I'm going to do it anyway.) Giggle, skip, wear pink - guys, too. No, guys especially. You boys take yourselves too seriously - that's why you shoot people and drop bombs over things like money and ideology. There's not a word to be spoken or a treasure to be gained that is worth even 1 precious life. If we're going to save this world we need to remember that it is worth saving. It's only as grim as we make it and it's as light as we'll let it be.

Pink Bunny.

Posted by binky at March 25, 2006 03:10 PM | TrackBack | Posted to Random Thoughts


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