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This year, the Diana's Grove Mystery School will be following the Seasons of the Soul, a year-long exploration into the mysteries of group dynamics using the tools of astrology. Although this journal is designed as part of the Mystery School program, anyone is welcome to peer into the lives of Clan Galeleze.


Imagine yourself looking into a mirror...

Is that your reflection? Or is it that you are a reflection of long-ago life, clan life, life before walls, life when the fire was the only heat...

Call it instinct, or cellular memory, but the dynamics we will spend the year exploring were born in the cave, in the clan gathered around that fire. What if you could scry, as the shaman does, and look into the heart of that mystery? This year, you can. This year you can watch the seasons of the soul as they are reflected in the interactions of a clan who lived on this land long, long ago...

For them, you are the shaman who brings wisdom for the solutions to their daily challenges. Hear their deepest feelings, their stories about each other, their fears and their hopes. On the Mystery List, will you tell the community - and the clan - how their words mirror your own life, and the solutions you are finding? Can you trust that your wisdom will be carried to the clan by the wind, the stars, and all that connects future, past and present?

Meet Clan Galeleze (gah-LAY-lay-zay):

I am Ema (EH-mah). I am grown but the rest of the Clan don't always treat me like it. My birth was hard. My mother died. And my head got hurt. Sometimes my thoughts are fuzzy. I find things to eat. And sometimes plants for medicine.

I am Washka (WASH-kah). I make the vessels our Clan uses to carry and cook. Because of this I am an important man, and well-respected. The Clan is fortunate to have me.

I am, Govir (GO-vuhr) a caring mother of 2 younglings. I work hard to serve the clan as a diligent gatherer of food, and tending to the details of village life. Though I do many things I am best known for the weaving of my baskets. There is never a spare moment between raising my kids and tending the village.

Let me tell you a story about a man named Tagus Sariti (TAH-gus sah-REE-tee) who wanders the wonder of the world. Who sees stories of life unfolding, reads meaning in the flight of birds and can find the future in the moving of coyotes. Sit back and come along as I tell you my tale. (I say with a wiry grin.)

I am Sabe Miomba (SAH-bay mi-OHM-bah). I sacrifice much of what I could do, in service to lead my clan. Still too young and without experience, I seek to become a man who can advise our chief. And so, I learn from his advisor as I grow. Together, we who lead keep the group safe and working. To relax from my vigilance, I run. I run like a deer, bounding fast and far up and down the hills and through the streams. That is what I do. I watch and learn. I run.

Have you seen the many lives that live in a deep pool? I have. Have you seen the many lives that live in the night sky? I am Nanje (NAHN-jay) and I watch them for long times. Mama calls me away to help stretch and scrape the skins. She calls me away to carry water and wood. She calls me away to pick the berries, hunt the mushrooms, catch the fish. Little girls should always be busy, she tells me. Mama says she loves working with me but I know she is scared to lose me.

I am Gaghe (GAH-gay). I lost my husband in a battle last winter, and now I have only my young son. We work the fields together.

I am Ska (SKAH), and I help my mother Gaghe, but what I like best is to hide in the trees and listen. Everybody says I talk too much.

My name is Niha (NEE-uh). I have long since lost my husband. I have lost two children to sickness and one to a painful birth. It took a long time to heal. I could not save my own - but I help the other mothers bring their babies into life. I tend the sick and the wounded.

I am Tas Kahinga (TAHS ka-HING-ah). My father, the chief of the Galeleze, was wounded while hunting last spring. He died, and now I have taken his place. I am young, but in honor of my father's spirit, I accept this task. The survival of the clan is now my responsibility.

I am Ina (EYE-nuh) - newly of the Galeleze clan. I joined when my mother and the rest of my family were killed, and I needed a clan to survive. But everything here is so strange - the language, the beliefs. I am trying to belong here, but I miss my family so much.

I am Warth (HWORTH), a toolmaker by trade, a peacemaker by vocation. My tools shape the weapons and other tools the clan needs. My understanding of human beings brings the tool of balance to the clan.
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A clan from beyond time, from your past or your possible future - a clan that informs what it means to live in the gifts and challenges of community, as we each live out the Seasons of the Soul.

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