Saturday, December 15, 2012


MariJo Moore

This was the night
all the people sang together.

This was the night
all the people dreamed together.

This was the night
all the people danced together.

This was the night
all the people prayed together.

This was the night
all the people began to heal.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Completing the Puzzle

There is no way to complete the puzzle of life until all the pieces are discovered.
I have found several:

A few existing in the past, buried beneath denial
One meshed in the heart, stopping anything resembling remorse
Three entangled in the trees outside life
Swinging and singing to and fro with ill winds.

And some have appeared somewhat miraculously:

Many in the holding of small hands
One in the reappearing dream of happiness
A large jagged piece in the eyes
And thousands of tiny glinting clues, hiding in the stars.

Life continues on whether all the pieces are brought into being or not
Completing its own puzzle, of which my findings are but a continuous compulsory involvement…

MariJo Moore © Sept 16, 2012

Thursday, September 6, 2012

A Day of Rain

There’s a burning hatred inside me
A burning hatred of love
The type of love that destroys
Excuses abandonment
And contains more denial than truth

This burning hatred has caused no end of scorching.
This burning hatred has caused no end of curiosity.
This burning hatred has caused no end of self-loathing.

I shall add new embers to this fire
Embers of lost ideas
Embers of meaningful lies
Embers of walking away

Today I shall sit in the rain
Feel the drops entering the inner fire
Listen to the thunder mocking my decisions

And allow
All steaming to flee
All blazes to subside
All grief to ignite with pain and burn
Incessantly until

I no longer fear love
In any form.

© MariJo Moore
September 3, 2012

Thursday, August 16, 2012

GRATITUDE from the deepest part of my deep, deep soul...

August 18th I will be celebrating 26 years of sobriety.
August 24th I will be celebrating 60 years of life.

mystery, revelations, desire, denial, love, indifference, happiness, sadness, good, not so good, friendship, lies, truths to end all truths, endurance, pain, elation, laughter, tears....,

I am grateful for all of the above and much much more....

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Saturday morning

This morning I find myself arguing with myself. After the senseless tragedy in CO at the movie theatre, I feel so grateful that no one I love was involved, but also so heart stricken for those who were.
How horrible it must have been waiting to hear if loved ones were alive or passed. How horrible must the parents of the shooter feel. How deranged must that young man be to have done this. How fragile we are... all of us.

The argument with myself stems from something that confronts me often in my work.
Do we chose our paths? Do we agree to go through the horror that some people suffer? How could we, knowingly as spirits ready to incarnate, decide to take on a life of such grief? But then again, all lives must have good and not so good, right? I question myself, trying to understand, is this all karmic? If so, then doesn't this type of action reap more karma to be worked out? Is this a never ending cycle?

I can only find solace in the fact that everyone has a purpose to bring whatever he or she can to this world. Whether it be good or bad depends on observers' perception. No doubt, going into a movie theatre and randomly murdering and wounding others is bad. It is almost unthinkable, but it has happened, just as other tragedies have happened and no doubt will continue to happen.

So, what makes us, as living spirits, want to continue on? Want to keep experiencing incarnations? Lessons we are to learn? I am sure this has a great deal to do with it, but also, I think we are spiritual beings having human experiences, over and over. I believe our true spiritual beings want to experience life as human beings. After all, what is more wonderful than seeing a baby smile, gaining wisdom from an elder, sensing love in all its forms just by being alive?
But, what hurts more deeply than losing a loved one, knowing your child has taken the lives of others, or even wondering if you should continue attending movies? Life is so mysteriously unbalanced and balanced.

As in nature, we have to experience the good with the not so good. Life giving rains can become life threatening floods.Cooling winds can become destructive tornadoes... and on and on.

My argument with myself helps me to try and make sense of senseless actions. And this argument will continue as long as I am a spiritual being in a human body.

Sometimes, there are no clear answers. Sometimes, all we can do is pray for others and ask that all our lessons be gentle.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Rain? Rain! Rain!

Seems everyone must have been praying for rain here in these old mountains because we have had four days of it.
Much needed rain.... My granddaugher Emma says she can actually see the vegetables and wildflowers in my little garden grow as she looks at them! Ah... the lovely beauty of being seven!

Had a bit of a rough week with eyes. A few little blisters on eyelids are causing much burning and pain, but I am determined to stay positive.

Several of you have sent donations for my silent auction I am planning to help out with medical bills. Some of you have even sent checks. I thank you so much and now I know that I am blessed beyond what I thought. Learning to receive is a big part of my lesson during all of this. I do admit it feels great to feel loved and appreciated and helped.

I also want to say thanks to all of you who commented on my July 4th posting. Some of the comments are available here. This whole helaing path has been one of wonder for me... all the way. We never know what we may be carrying around in our souls.
Healing requires courage and I truly believe we all came here to learn to heal. After all, life always gives us opportunites to smile... to grow.... to hurt.... and to heal.


One thing I have learned this week is that loving someone truly means enjoying that person's presence.

Emma taught me that.

I truly love being a mother and a grandmother.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Forty-two years ago today, my first son, Dustan Paul Moore, was born. I was seventeen, single and scared beyond belief. Just a few months before, I had graduated from high school, seven months pregnant, without anyone, even my mother, knowing this. Of course I had told the young man who had impregnated me, but he had suggested I have an abortion. This scared me more than giving birth so I stopped talking to him and kept to myself as much as possible.

As a woman who will be sixty next month, I now look back at that scared, lonely seventeen year old and I marvel at her strength, tenacity and fragileness. I also cry because I can see still her, lying in bed at night, praying for help but not knowing who to go to. Praying that she was not pregnant, all the time knowing she was.

Before I gave birth, I had decided to give the baby up for adoption, which seemed the logical thing to do. My mother was against this, but allowed me to make this decision. On the day he was born, when I held him for the first time, I knew I could not let anyone else have him. I felt a love that I had never known existed. I wanted to take him home to my mother’s house and mother him. At the age of eight months, he passed back to Spirit. He had cerebral hemorrhage and didn’t make it through the operation.

I have always felt deep inside that somehow I was responsible for his death.
After all, I kept the pregnancy a secret, I didn’t take prenatal vitamins, and on and on. I didn’t even see a doctor until I was almost eight months pregnant.

I have two good friends who are prenatal nurses and they told me that sometimes the younger mothers, who don’t take good care of themselves, give birth to healthier babies than the older women who are exquisite in taking care during their pregnancies. This helped me but deep inside I know I still carried guilt.

This morning, July 4, I awoke to the realization that it was not my fault.
The doctor, young and inexperienced had taken my baby by force, tearing my vagina in the process and injuring the baby’s head. I know I must have known this all along, but had pushed it so far deep down inside my soul that my guilt covered it totally.

No, I am not blaming anyone for the death of my baby. I am saying that finally I realized that I truly did LOVE him. That I didn’t want him to die and that his death marred my heart and soul in a way that I did not understand until now.

Now I am healing from a rare autoimmune disease that affects my eyes.
They burn and itch from blisters growing on my cornea. My sight is not as it once was. A holistic doctor is treating me and I am changing my diet, etc., doing everything I can to heal my body.

And now that others are praying for me, doing sweats and ceremonies for me, asking for my healing, I am realizing that disease really does mean – dis ease. I have been carrying so much hurt, guilt, pain, disappointment, etc in my soul that my body had to get my attention to make me deal with these. I am healing all on levels. I am feeling love from so many and I am grateful to be loved.

So, gradually, as I work to heal, and others work to help me heal, my soul is also healing. This is a process, but I know, deeply I know, that all of this is part of my path as a seer, as a medium, as a writer, as a mother, as a grandmother.

Life is full of mystery and we are the mystery.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Been a while... It has been a while since I have added anything to this blog, but I am so happy to report the following: I have held two Gatherings for the Teachings on the Spiritual Energies of Ceremony and both were absolutely wonderful. I don't say this from an egotisticl point of view, but from a sense of gratitude and feelings that I am being used by Spirit to help people understand their lives and ancestral connections more deeply. I have decided to have another Gathering on Saturday, August 18. Please check out info at my site, or email me if you have questions. I can let you know if this is the right step for you in your spiritual growth. Meanwhile, I am working on a new book of poetry.... haven't decided yet on the title but have some in mind: Poetry as Ceremony Three Dreams Deep or All of Life is Art: All of Life is Poetry I encourage all of you to be more creative, stay strong in your beliefs, and don't be afraid to try something new.....

Thursday, June 14, 2012

REMINDER Next week (WED) begins the week of Summer Solstice during which you can do your Summer Ceremony from my book of Ceremonies and Spiritual Energies Thereof. (Nature Ceremonies are to be done during time designated and do not interfere with any other ceremony you might be doing this month). This one is a fun ceremony and each and every one of us deserve some fun! Let me know if you have any questions about this. Stay strong and blessings galore!!

Monday, May 14, 2012

In These Mountains As dreams begin to dance themselves awake After a day of full flushing rains in these mountains The bronze hands of women reach from beneath the earth Their bones glowing like neon fishes in cave waters. Droplets pelt the under fur of delicate wild flowers Steam rises to kiss moistened lips of falling leaves While I wander around inside the past Hearing the bronze women calling my name. Memories unfold from around these glorious ancestral mountains Positioning themselves into low hanging fog Touching the soft breasts of those who pay attention As the rains fall down into running waters Stopping only when instructed so by the Thunder Being. Sweet tobacco smells rise from the white water falling And I taste the aroma as it floats into my being. This is when the memories come close enough to smell But not close enough to touch Just close enough to taste But never close enough to touch. And sometimes late in the afternoon After it rains all day in these mountains If I know in just which direction to tilt my head And if I listen intently through the raindrops I can hear gentle, sleepy, rhythmic sounds Of small rounded pebbles clicking inside tortoise shell rattles Strapped to the ankles of the bronze women As they dance the Green Corn Dance reminding me I am never alone in these mountains. MariJo Moore ©

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

It's Been A While

But here I am! Blogging away for all of you!

I am happy to announce the following:

Gathering on March 24th was phenomenal. You can see the comments from participants on my website.
Another Gathering is planned for June 9, 2012. Register soon if you plan on attending!

A new edition of Tree Quotes is now available (on the books page of my website)

I am working on a new book of poetry - right now I am calling it Forgotten Wings, but who knows how long this will last.

I have my indie publishing Silver Rings Press up and running again! Check out Byron Ballard's website to see the latest publication: Staubs and Ditchwater:A Friendly and Useful Introduction to Hillfolks' Hoodoo. You can find the blog here:
and the Facebook page here:

Please email me if you want info on this press.

I have planted flowers so those who come to my little house will see them as they walk down the short bricked slanting walkway!

Another note: Now is a great time to do your Spring Ceremony (from my new book) with all the thunderstorms and rain.

Stay strong!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Big Bang Results

Thoughts: If our origins really began with a big bang - no wonder we are all crazy....

maybe this life is all just a bad resounding boom...

Maybe I just need another cup of coffee...

Friday, February 24, 2012

Old Poem revisited

Underneath The Hawk’s Scream

I stood underneath the hawk's scream
long enough to know I didn't understand
long enough to know I needed to go deeper

long enough to know that the crows crowding her,
distressing her, tearing at her with their indifference
were there for a reason as were the blue jays quietly listening.

How badly did she want her nest in that tree?
What would she endure to make sure her cries were respected?
Her creations were born?

I stood underneath the hawk's scream long enough to realize
she was not screaming from frustration
she was screaming to be heard

long enough to know she was teaching me how to persevere.
"Carry on!” she shrieked at me.
"You have a right. It came with birth."

MariJo Moore © from Confessions of a Madwoman

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


A white owl

I have become


Eyes circled in red
Hair snowy with splotches of
Dark earth

Flying through dusks
remembering their dawns
knowing this is not all there is

no Whoosh
no Swoosh
gliding, guided by innate remarks

lighting on the edge of a golden brown field
atop a hemlock tree
only to swoop

into the earth’s boundless dreaming

MariJo Moore

Sunday, January 22, 2012


While conducting one of my teaching sessions this afternoon (on my A Book of Spiritual Wisdom for all days) I had a realization I want to share with everyone.
I have mentioned before that now is a time of deepening change. We are going from a materialistic existence to a more spiritual existence. This is bringing up much fear.
It has been my assumption for several years that the masculine energies (seeking control to keep things running, trying to protect, etc.) have been on top of us all for quite a long time now, and that time is ending. Feminine energies (healing, creativity, mothering, etc.) are now rising. We need both, of course, but we need both of these energies to be BALANCED. Not only within the world but within ourselves as well. The only way for these energies to balance now is for the masculine energies to fall downward and the feminine energies to rise upward - so that there can be a meeting and blending and balancing.
This is what is happening.

Not only is there fear coming from the falling of the masculine energies, there is also fear rising as the feminine energies rise: fear is what has kept the masculine energies in control and fear is what has kept the feminine energies held down.

Think about this....

Fear manifests its energy in many ways: physical sickness, emotional problems, abandonment issues, loss of material properties, and on and on. We have to REMIND ourselves on a daily basis that during this time, fear is all around and we have to DEAL WITH OUR OWN in ways that will make us stronger.
Seek the source of your fear- talk about it - write about it - replace it with spiritual faith that all is as it should be - and all is changing. Do not fear change - it is one of the certainities of our human lives.
Pray daily that all is working toward the good of the WHOLE. Never forget we are all interconnected.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Gathering for Teachings on the Spiritual Energies of Ceremony

I am planning to do a series of these in different cities this year. The first will be in Asheville, NC on Saturday, March 24th from 8:30 to 5:00 pm at The Biltmore Room at the Comfort Suites at Biltmore Mall. Cost is 155.00 which includes all materials and a copy of my new book A Book of Ceremonies and Spiritual Energies Thereof.

We are all in need of personal ceremonies these days. Many are searching for a closer connection to Spirit to help better themselves and to deepen their creativity. The world is in a state of change now - and anytime change happens, everything that needs consideration comes to the surface.

Please go to my homepage on this website for more info on the gathering here in Asheville.
Also, please let me know if you might be interested in hosting a gathering in your city.

Best and blessings to all!
Stay Strong!!!!!!