I have been ask to tell my story. I will skim briefly across a lifetime, I feel blessed to have experienced and continue to share with so many. If you are a student of the Children of the Green Goddess, you have a right to know how it came into the world of form.

Several different flavors of Wicca are self-named "Dianic." Children of the Green Goddess is a Eco-Neopagan Dianic Feminist tradition, an a combination of the cross culture traditions I have came to understand in this life.

First I was born into a traditional Cherokee family with country doctoring and medicine wheel understanding of the Universe. My family was and is a matriarchal clan tradition. Female ruled, Clan mother tradition that can describe who, what and how we have evolved back ten generations. A line of strong women's evolution threw more resent years (last 200) of males among us, believing they could rule us. This of course never set well with our female line who rules their clans and families for as long as our oral history can recall.

I moved into the non Indian world as an adult at the age of 16. This was normal for our line. My mother had married at 15, my grandmother at 17, my great grandmother at 14. I am glad to see that our future generations have more choices.

By 22 I was living in KC and my life, as a wife and mother was pretty stable. I began searching for a teacher to help me with what I called, psychic outbursts. This was times I would be overwhelmed with information about those around me.

The Rosicrucian AMORC Order was the teaching society that presented itself to me and I became a student of the order. Here over the next four years, I found Goddess Maat, came to understand Ma'Kheru, and worked hard to have the discipline required in this Egyptian Mystery school tradition. I had became a Licensed Practical Psychiatrict Nurse, worked at the a 4000 bed state mental hospital and had enrolled for a degree in Psychology at the University.

It was then that we moved to Denver. I soon found a local "Occult" store and became acquainted with the staff. Next, I was invited to some of their gatherings, and became a dedicate and three years later, fully degreed in a Celtic/Druid influenced Gardenarian group called The Order of Castle Rising. HP James Dixon, HPS Jo Dixon.

The underline discomfort I had felt all through my training, I had excused to myself as being from my background. I didn't want to bow and kiss the feet of a dominating male power but I did like the teachings dictated. I knew my truth was somewhere among these teachings, I just didn't know exactly where yet.

James Dixon was what he was and correct according to the belief system he followed to be Lord incarnate, power above all others during the half of the year he sat dominant upon the throne. Jo was an even more dominant power when she sat.

There had been amazing energy, in the Castle Rising world. There were elaborately dazzling mediaeval costumes and robes. I had studied and worked three days a week in the castle during my dedicate period. Dedicates scrubbed walls and floors to purify areas before the gatherings. Sabbat's included fabulous grand rituals in the ballroom. CR had a compound with a cult like following and many who lived and worked for the organizations well being.

Unfortunately, Jo decided it was the right time in history to come out of the closet and become an equal member of the society of organized religions in Denver. It wasn't long before socially accepted organized religions banded together and crushed the castle.

As evolution works, that was when my then husband, was transferred to Northern Colorado.

At this time in history, the Vietnam War dominated the news and I transferred my educational credits from UMKC to the University of Northern Colorado. Naturally, for me, with a family history of matriarcy I agreed with all the rederic of the new feminists movements being hollered over campus.

I burned my bra and marched in the parades with a stronger acceptance of female rights. Here I also learned more about what horrid things was being done to our environment and to our beloved mother earth. Here Mother Earth, became Earth Mother and I felt the call of the Goddess and the understanding again was reinforced to what was real for me and my understanding of the Devine order of existence.

There were stories of a new "Dianic" Wiccan order in California and this sounded so very correct to me. I found my first Dianic Witch picketing outside a nuclear storage depot. We were on break as another group (mostly nuns) walked with signs infront of the military fence.

I Listened to this militant strong woman describe her understanding of the Universe as we set under a pine tree eating peaches out of a can. Women's International Terrorist Conspiracy From Hell she explained. We must remain political and be activists for the Goddess throughout our lives. I found my paths new name, and my new best friend. I was a Dianic Witch.

Life was exciting and you could feel change in the air. Zsuzsanna Budapest was fighting in the California courts for women's rights and our militant political activist Dianic Neopagan world was taking more solid form.

I felt so much more comfortable now in female only circles. I felt like the Universal Power of creation was female and she embraced every political fight we were doing. We were fighting against the War Gods of the male dominated world around us.

Here was when I became friends with an exchange student from China. Here I became their student to understand I Ching. Another form of communication between the worlds of form and the unseen realm. I learned about Quan Yin and the many recorded words of spiritual philosophers from thousands of years ago and thousands of miles away in the far east.

This was when Marion Weinstein released her book Positive Magic. She was friends with Selina Fox, who I had met once back at Castle Rising. Selina was a young beautiful idealistic witch and student. She was trying to buy 200 acres of wilderness land as a retreat up in Wisconsin. We all loved her speech and donated to her dream. There we became what was to be, part of the Pagan Spiritual Alliance.

I read Marion's Book and when I got to chapter 8, I knew we were sisters for life. So many things in my life bonded as her words were my thoughts. Here was matriarchy, here was I Ching, here was Ma'Kheru, Here were simple words of power. I felt a solid foundation bond under me.

It was then that the Great Spirit sent me on to live in an isolated desert. I, my children, and a spiritual man I was now living with walked dry creek beds camping beside an oil drilling rig trying to drill deep for water in this isolated area.

Here I left militant fights behind and again found peace in the wind and quiet of a dry endless oceanbed of long ago. Here the drum beats returned to me and all I had learned was shared quietly here, among rattlesnakes, huge spiders and lots of thousand legged crawly creatures in our teepee life. So was the Goddess. Strong Powerful Woman giver of all life walked within me, and I was at peace with all around me.

The Psychic Outbursts didn't need to burst out, for I listened all the time. There was communication and I enjoyed quietly listening.

The next part of my journey returned me to my roots. My grandmother was sick and called me back to Oklahoma. Here I became reacquainted with local medicine people who respected my grandmother, and because of that respect, I was allowed into a new level of study. That of my foremothers. Here I studied with an elder, and later, she stood before the council of the Medicine society and introduced me as ready for testing into the society.

There are seven disciplines of study in the society. Each area you show adept understanding and pass your oral exam before the Society Elders, you receive an arrow. I was awarded four arrows from my trainings which crosses traditions with the white world. Arrow five, and six each came a year later. Arrow seven, you do not receive from the council, but direct from the spirit world.

The wheel spins and moves us on in its own right time. Life returned me to Colorado where I met and fell in love with a pipe carrier for Wallace BlackElk. I ran a general store and gift shop on the continental divide and worked with the Tahoshapi extended family of the Wounded Knee community of South Dakota. Here I learned the tradition of the painted arrow people. Here my medicine wheel magic training expanded. Here we fought spirit arrows among the medicine peoples of the earth and I attended my first Sundance. Here I earned my own medicine pipe.

The Medicine Circle that was formed on that Rocky Mountain top drew many to it. The first Children of the Green Goddess Coven was formed in 1983. Militant Sweat Lodge female witches fighting for the rights of Indian women seemed to be what this organization was mainly about. We sweated and chanted for Buffalo Woman to give us guidance.

We opened a Crisis center in Denver for displaced Native Americans being moved into the area by government agencies. We organized 200 women statewide to run special needs collections getting collection boxes setup in grocery stores and other locations around the state. We incorporated every one we could find from the Wiccan community to the Mooneys to supply trucks and gas and money. Here our beliefs were directly connected with action. Do it don't talk it, was my direction. And Always, Be Prepaired for lifes evolving wheel of change.

The Cogg Estes group remained after I left. Next came Cogg-Marathon for I put down roots for awhile on Marathon key Florida. I build the medicine wheel circles and they come. We teach the principles, I birth the dedicated, I move on. They continue.

Texas Cogg came from Two members of Cogg Estes moving to Ft. Worth. They ask, I approved them using the name if the principles of actively working for the Goddess was in their Creed.

Cogg Seattle again came about as part of the Cogg Marathon transplanted there. It has since dissolved in that form but the energy of the tradition is still strong among those who walked that direction.

I returned to Oklahoma and took a job with the tribe. I had some talent and training I could offer to improve the conditions of the tribal housing programs. This was where I worked until I retired. I will add, that this wasn't voluntary. But came over a political fight within the tribe which I was an active player. I had become a member of our tribal elders. There were several tribal uprising over the next few years inwhich I participated. I'm usually fighting for the underdog and for the ones I see that can not successfully fight for themselves. Finally I campaigned to remove our principle chief chad smith. He had taken the money sent to the tribe for our poor to have in housing and spent it on other things. Thirty days after the election, 125 of us were either fired, laid off, or retired all on the same day. Such is Evolution, and the Wheel continues to turn.

There are no accidents. I again had time to work with a new group of interested persons who formed Cogg-Owasso. That group grew large where it hived to create Cogg-Sperry. Now that group is hiving to create Cogg-Nowata.

I try to live a quiet life of reflection and counseling. I have the studygroup for those who are drawn but mainly let them evolve as they are inspired to do.

The Goddess creates many diversified flowers. and each blooms in its own correct time. If all flowers were the same, the garden wouldn't be near so beautiful or fulfilling.