Fresh Eggs Ostara 2019
Ostara 2019 
After seven long years we are bringing back the Holy Book of Women's Mysteries into print! It will be pretty much like the Butterfly Goddess cover edition, but with new pictures. New Introduction. And an Index for the first time. Kathryn and I have been working on it really hard . We noticed that the used copies listed on Amazon cost far more money then my books were originally.
The Second Destiny autobiography is also almost ready to go to the publishers. We have a great cover for it, and I need to write up Oakland. I am always worried that it’s too long a book, but hey, I lived there 31 years! So that will be the next 2 books going out to the public.
However, my books are hard to find. Even the ones that are in print right now. No matter who takes over helping me, I am still in need of a true blue marketer. I need somebody for whom marketing is a profession, where the Goddess can take top priority. If you can do
this or you know someone who can, please contact me.
There are more events in the making. A new venue with our RED TENT ! More about that later.
Z.'s Books are available at amazon.com. These are important, foundational works, written by the primary foremother and founder of the Dianic Tradition.
You don't write instructions on parchments; You do, however, give us plenty of instructions in our DNA:
How brilliant You are;
How thoughtful and smart;
How Your love keeps our species going;
How Your influence is coming back in spite of your long rest;
How we let our sons rule just to see how bad an idea that was.
When You were asleep, so was our ladies’ consciousness. But now we are all awake, even those who are in remote spots in the world. We feel and hear your call. Our sacred spaceship, our planet is dirtied up, male leadership assumed You will still clean house for us, and they didn't have to take responsibility. Boys will stay boys, irresponsible and selfish.
But the Great Mother is NOT a slave to male slothfulness.
Our revolution is good for all of our children. Our liberation includes all our children. Women's liberation is human revolution. Humanism is Womanism.
You are the hope of our world, You will rise as the leader of our salvation.
-- We eat the blessed eggs, as your essence. We thank you for your patience for hatching the new world. We kiss your body as we kiss our mothers and our own hands.
Everything that you are, we are. Everything that belongs to you also belongs to us. And we are you in human edition.
Blessed be this generation who woke up just in time to save our planet!
Blessed Be,
Z Budapest
https://www.zbudapest.com
"We all come from the Goddess
and to her we shall return
like a drop of rain
flowing to the ocean."
From the Holy Book of Women's
Mysteries by Z. Budapest
We invoke Thee, o Persephone, Kore, Diana, Artemis, the ever young maiden, and Flora, the new life that is all around us.
We invoke Thee by root, by stem and by bud, by leaf and by blossom.
We invoke Thee by seed, by life to transfuse our lives and souls with Thy fresh energy.
As You have risen from the ground, so shall Your sisters, we who call upon Thee.
As You have united with Your joyous mother Demeter, so shall we unite with our mothers while in life, and close the gaps of socialization that separate us.
Hail to Thee, maiden, unconquerable and ever young life force!
Bless Thy sisters who call upon Your guidance for sisterhood. Make our hearts fill with love for one another, for our sisters and mothers and offspring.
So mote it be!
Ten thousand years I have been sleeping
and now I am being wakened.
My heavy eyelashes are the woods;
They are beckoning.
My heart, the clouds are surprised
because the are calling me, calling me.
My earth body is bedecked
with a thousand flowers,
Many breasts of mine,
the mountains joyfully rearing their tips,
They are calling! They are calling!
I want to embrace all the sad and the lost.
All wrongs my hands shall doom to death.
I am the defender of every woman
As I am the defender of my holy self.
Earthmother I am, the Only One;
Everything sprang from me;
I carry the seed of all creation;
I am the bestower of life alone.
Oh, oh, oh, I am awake!
Oh, I am answering the call...
The Myth of Demeter and Persephone
By Charlene Spretnak
There once was no winter. Leaves and vines, flowers and grass grew into fullness and faded into decay, then began again in unceasing rhythms. Men joined with other men of their mother’s clan and foraged in the evergreen woods for game. Women with their children or grandchildren toddling behind explored the thick growth of plants encircling their homes.
The Goddess Demeter watched fondly as the mortals learned more and more about Her plants. Seeing that their lives were difficult and their food supply sporadic, She was moved to give them the gift of wheat. She showed them how to plant the seed, cultivate, and finally harvest the wheat and grind it. Always the mortals entrusted the essential process of planting food to the women, in the hope that their fecundity of womb might be transferred to the fields they touched.
Demeter had a fair-born Daughter, Persephone, who watched over the crops with Her Mother. Persephone was drawn especially to the new sprouts of wheat that pushed their way through the soil in Her favorite shade of tender green. She loved to walk among the young plants, beckoning them up-ward and stroking the weaker shoots.
Later, when the plants approached maturity, Persephone would leave their care to Her Mother and wander over the hills, gathering narcissus, hyacinth, and garlands of myrtle for Demeter’s hair. Persephone Herself favored the bold red poppies that sprang up among the wheat. It was not unusual to see Demeter and Persephone decked with flowers dancing together through open fields and gently sloping valleys. When Demeter felt especially fine, tiny shoots of barley or oats would spring up in the footprints She left.
One day They were sitting on the slope of a high hill looking out in many directions over Demeter’s fields of grain. Persephone lay on Her back while Her Mother stroked Her long hair idly.
“Mother, sometimes in my wanderings I have met the spirits of the dead hovering around their earthly homes and moon by the light of their fires and torches.”
“There are those spirits who drift about restlessly, but they mean no harm.”“I spoke to them, Mother. They seem confused and many do not even understand their own state. Is there no one in the netherworld who receives the newly dead?”
Demeter sighed and answered softly, “It is I who has do-main over the underworld. From beneath the surface of the earth I draw forth the crops and the wild plants. And in pits beneath the surface of the earth I have instructed the mortals to store My seed from harvest until sowing, in order that contact with the spirits of My underworld will fertilize the seed. Yes, I know very well the realm of the dead, but My most important work is here. I must feed the living.”
Persephone rolled over and thought about the ghostly spirits She had seen, about their faces drawn with pain and bewilderment.
“The dead need us, Mother. I will go to them.”
Demeter abruptly sat upright as a chill passed through Her and rustled the grass around Them. She was speechless for a moment, but then hurriedly began recounting all the pleasures they enjoyed in Their world of sunshine, warmth, and fragrant flowers. She told Her Daughter of the dark gloom of the underworld and begged Her to reconsider.
Persephone sat up and hugged Her Mother and rocked Her with silent tears. For a long while They held each other, radiating rainbow auras of love and protection. Yet Persephone’s response was unchanged.
They stood and walked in silence down the slope toward the fields. Finally They stopped, surrounded by Demeter’s grain, and shared weary smiles.
“Very well. You are loving and giving and We cannot give only to Ourselves. I understand why You must go. Still, You are My Daughter and for every day that You remain in the underworld, I will mourn Your absence.”
Persephone gathered three poppies and three sheaves of wheat. Then Demeter led Her to a long, deep chasm and produced a torch for Her to carry. She stood and watched Her Daughter go down farther and farther into the cleft in the earth.
In the crook of Her arm Persephone held Her Mother’s grain close to Her breast, while Her other arm held the torch aloft. She was startled by the chill as She descended, but She was not afraid. Deeper and deeper into the darkness She continued, picking Her way slowly along the rocky path. For many hours She was surrounded only by silence. Gradually She became aware of a low moaning sound. It grew in intensity until She rounded a corner and entered an enormous cavern, where thousands of spirits of the dead milled about aimlessly, hug-ging themselves, shaking their heads, and moaning in despair.
Persephone moved through the forms to a large, flat rock and ascended. She produced a stand for Her torch, a vase for Demeter’s grain, and a large shallow bowl piled with pomegranate seeds, the food of the dead. As She stood before them, Her aura increased in brightness and in warmth.
“I am Persephone and I have come to be your Queen. Each of you has left your earthly body and now resides in the realm of the dead. If you come to Me, I will initiate you into your new world.”
She beckoned those nearest to step up onto the rock and enter Her aura. As each spirit crossed before Her, Persephone embraced the form and then stepped back and gazed into the eyes. She reached for a few of the pomegranate seeds, squeezing them between Her fingers. She painted the forehead with a broad swatch of the red juice and slowly pronounced:
“You have waxed into the fullness of life and waned into darkness; may you be renewed in tranquility and wisdom.”
For months Persephone received and renewed the dead without ever resting or even growing weary. All the while Her Mother remained disconsolate. Demeter roamed the earth hoping to find Her Daughter emerging from one of the secret clefts. In Her sorrow She withdrew Her power from the crops, the trees, the plants. She forbade any new growth to blanket the earth. The mortals planted their seed, but the fields remained barren. Demeter was consumed with loneliness and finally settled on a bare hillside to gaze out at nothing from sunken eyes. For days and nights, weeks and months She sat waiting.
One morning a ring of purple crocus quietly pushed its way through the soil and surrounded Demeter. She looked
with surprise at the new arrivals from below and thought what a shame it was that She was too weakened to feel rage at Her injunction being broken. Then she leaned forward and heard them whisper in the warm breeze,
“Persephone returns! Persephone returns!”
“Persephone returns! Persephone returns!”
When Persephone ascended from a dark chasm, there was Demeter with a cape of white crocus for Her Daughter. They ran to each other and hugged and cried and laughed and hugged and danced and danced and danced. The mortals saw everywhere the miracles of Demeter’s bliss and rejoiced in the new life of spring. Each winter they join Demeter in waiting through the bleak season of Her Daughter’s absence. Each spring they are renewed by the signs of Persephone’s return.
The Elizabeth Cady Stanton Coven #1 met for Imbolc and a celebra-tion of Z.’s birthday for a tea party in Capitola on February 2. There they screened the film, “Feminists: What Where They Thinking?” a documentary directed and produced by University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts Professor, Johanna Demetrakas . The film is centered around the Second Wave of Fem-inism within the context of the book, Emergence by Cynthia McAd-ams (ISBN: 978-0877540571 ). It features interviews with many of the women who were photographed for the book, including Z. It’s available on Netflix now (and I personally recommend it; it’s brilliant).
To join the Elizabeth Cady Stanton Coven #1, please send a request with the following information: 1) Why you are interested in join-ing the coven and 2) What skills/abilities you have to contribute to our sisterhood. Annual membership dues are $50 via PayPal (must be current to remain active and access the group). Use the purple "Donate" button below and follow the directions to PayPal. When joining, please Add a Note in the PayPal process that says "ECS Coven #1 Membership" and uncheck the box for "Paying for goods or service".
Every newsletter will include a lesson, a reading from the book and discussion questions for you to answer. These questions are posed to inspire you to really think about what you have been taught about religion and how that way of thinking has influenced you and those around you.
Our hope is that you start a group wherever you are and discuss the meaning of the texts we are studying, (currently these are When God Was a Woman and Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood ) and the other works we will study with each other and wake up a few more ladies from their patriarchal propaganda trance. We are focusing on political spellcasting and educating our sisters about our sisters from the past. Patriarchal culture has deprived women from knowing about the Elders who went before us; we reclaim them in order to invite to us a better future. These are important tasks for the times in which we live. Please join us in this work.
Please join our sisterhood for a sacred celebration of Women's Mysteries! This immersive experience will begin the moment we enter the Red Tent...a safe space to rest, reconnect, and re-discover the magic within your own body at *every* stage of life. Together, we will watch the Academy Award winning documentary, "Period. End of Sentence."
Directly following, there will be a panel discussion featuring Z Budapest, world-renowned fore-mother of the Women's Spirituality movement.
Finally, we will dig deep with a very special "Rite of the Womb," led by Priestess Deeann Bruno. This rite is intended to heal all women of the suffering they carry in their belly. Once you receive this rite you can pass it to other women, creating more healing in the world.
Please plan to arrive a few minutes early to get settled in before the film and be sure to wear something red--even a simple scarf will do! Register with your $20 tax deductible donation here:
https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/4192710
The Elizabeth Cady Stanton Coven #1
Second Course: The Works of Merlin Stone
Lesson 1
Merlin Stone: Introduction
“It was Merlin Stone’s work in sculpting and contact with the Goddess imagery that fostered her first interest in archaeological studies that would rediscover and reclaim the thousands of years of lost Matriarchal/Goddess history” (Axelrod, et. al., p 231).
Please read the Prefaces and Introductions in When God Was a Woman and Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood.
These will be the main texts for this leg of our journey together in-to growing our knowledge of the Sacred Feminine. I would also recommend:
Axelrod, David B., et al. Merlin Stone Remembered: Her Life and Works. Llewellyn, 2015.
Baring, Anne, and Jules Cashford. The Myth of the Goddess: Evolu-tion of an Image. Arkana, 1993.
Bennett, Florence Mary. Religious Cults Associated with the Ama-zons. New York: Columbia University Press. 1912.
Gimbutas, Marija. The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe, 6500-3500 BC, Myths and Cult Images . New and updated ed. Berkeley: University of California, 1982.
Gimbutas, Marija. The Language of the Goddess : Unearthing the Hidden Symbols of Western Civilization . London: Thames & Hudson, 2001.
Gimbutas, Marija, and Dexter, Miriam Robbins. The Living Goddesses . Berkeley, Calif: University of California Press, 1999.
Harrison, Jane Ellen. Prolegomena to the Study of Greek Religion . Princeton, N.J: Princeton University Press, 1991. Print.
Spretnak, Charlene. Lost Goddesses of Early Greece : a Collection of Pre- Hellenic Myths. New ed. Boston: Beacon Press, 1985.
This list will probably grow as we progress. Although not necessary, since I will give you excerpts when passages are relevant to our study, these are texts that will be useful to you as you continue your studies into the Sacred and Divine Feminine. Most of them are reasonably priced or can be found in the library. Some of these are Open Access or public domain and will be free online.
Read, absorb, ponder in your heart, and then write down your thoughts. We will be keeping a journal in these lessons. You don’t have to share (although you may if you want to do), but you do have to write something down about each reading, something that came to your mind, an image or impression, or ideas that sparked thoughts.
Next, because Merlin was an artist and it was her art that led her to a deeper study of the Goddess, I want us to create some art. Get a bit of clay, some colored pencils, or some paints or pastels, and create a self portrait of the Goddess or Divine being within you. Who is your Goddess, the one that sacred Divine within you? This will be a work in progress throughout our study and you can change media whenever and as often as you like. If you find you prefer paint over clay, switch it up, or combine. Since I am a writer; I will probably create a story. If music speaks to you, create a song. You do you.
Start your piece after you do the reading. Meditate on what you have read while you work.
As we delve into the Sacred Mysteries as expressed by Merlin in her writing, you will find Her. Remember the mystery: that “what you do not find within, you will never find without.” She is in all of us and has been since the beginning of all existence.
Blessed Be.
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