A day? Linear? Cyclical? A speed bump? We’ll know, we’ll never know. It’s as if our lives our wormholes into moments… and that’s all that we know. Even memory betrays innocence of the hour. So, I like this because it opens the reality to the ripple of the moment and its possible affect!
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Lord and Lady, Thank you for being beside us as we stroll down our path. Remind us that that path is meant to be done at a dead run. The path is made to meander along and explore the joyous wonders of life that are all around us. Help us to see the differences between what is important and what isn’t. Help us to be happy with what we’ve got and not to worry about the things that we don’t have that are not necessities. Help us to obtain all of the necessities, including the necessities of the spirit and of the heart. Blessed Be!
From: Circle of Witches
So excited about the launch of my website! I can’t believe this is finally coming into fruition! As I sit here with the common cold, ever so common I am, I feel a bit of joy rippling across the main page of my spirit or life with this experience! Winter bearings bring abundance, and I look forward to its production being furthered then! I think it’s amazing when simple things cause joy and generally good feelings. We have been so lost in this age of technology, everything within the American mandate to have! Well, a lot of us want to give, and that’s always refreshing! In the entanglement of jealousy and envy, weaves a web of superficial success and loss. I want to span out, even if unsuccessfully, and document this web I weave, ever so delicate. Going back to the simple need of human kind, I excitedly explore purpose, passion, and pleasantries. If only for tomorrow, then so be it but for today I will dance bare backed on a horse through the wild, winded night! Hm, and that would be interesting to dissect “what is success”! Until next time then 🙂
I can not find a good sample of essential oils! I don’t want to spend the money for the very good, edible quality, but I don’t want the cheap kind you rub all over your body until someone comes and licks it off. Any one out there with suggestions would be welcomed! Oils are essential. The construction of awareness changes when we use elements of the earth or energy. Anything really affects us more than we let on, even other people. That’s why it’s always important to choose your friends wisely. Though we don’t like to be lonely: it is okay to be alone. Not that I hermit in my room messaging hot lavender into my calf muscles until I’m suddenly no longer lonesome. Ah my oily friend! No. Rather remember to explore, initiate, and protect your experience because everything has a consequence. Consequence are the experience from choices, action, or expulsion of energy that never really happened with in the world of being. It’s only a cognitive recollection once the energy is secreted. The amount of displacement can never be equal to the moment it was before, so in the mass of things: we are an entire experience walking in consequences all day long. We can not go back in time, and tomorrow will never comes, And, today isn’t happening: it is the consequence of the past and the hope of the future immeasurable, fleeting, and passive. What surprises me is how we can be so aware in the moment though the moment, in out minds as now, never really comes to fruition. We never quite get “there”. Alanis Morisette’s song “Incomplete” organizes this politely, beautifully, and deliciously, and, perhaps a bit oily. Anyway I’mi in need of some essential oils with energy properties that “capture” the essence of their energy in that moment and let them affect me. Again, I will not be home alone in my room cryptically doing everything and nothing. I promise to take my oils about and wickedly entice people to share in the experience if only for the “moment”. But like everyone else, I’ll find myself alone at night behind my eye lids waiting for the mourning; always waiting. Though, I will be laugh in my belly behind plastered lips, slacken limbs and vein seeing eyes for the “moment” in my mind that is mine as it is never anyone’s the same. And as the memory slowly slips from my well oiled brain into the nightless night, I’ll forget to remember and forget to reminded myself to recall leaving only the echo residue of a charging, chanting chuckle headed for a hollow.
Like water wishes well to our bodies, it evaporates into the air, brushing our skin or flowing out our insides leaving residue of what was never water all along. We bathe daily in the coils of energy created by our words and wishes, if never for a moment but for all eternity. I hope the oil separates my watered down, negative residuals and drags this polluted hope to the bottom of my have full cup. And, my cup with be ever full for the moment. Help me paint my pillow with oils that my sense may chase the echo with a bit of delight!
Side note:A storm is coming to the DFW area. It’s in the moon tonight! Grab your children!
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So I have begun the next batch of chamber series pieces and began to wonder what people use them for! I myself love the idea of carrying around charged herbs or a tiny pebble or even a whisper. But, I’m wondering when alternative jewelry will become more variable and trendy! I’m trying to make alternative and slightly religious jewelry with more fashion awareness implied, but I also like the beauty in the antiquated satchel or medicine bag! So it’s time to get back to work. I think if we had a way to carry around our beliefs we could raise energy and hope via trendy transportation. And we all know that incorporating spirituality in day to day life makes us all more happier, connected people! What we put on our bodies matter: so a spritz of parfumerie or a dab of jasmine oil, charged with hope in on a petal in a chamber! No more shoving it in your pocket hoping your craft doesn’t get squished and energy dismembered, rather something proudly displayed and visually appealing. Good looking and good feeling that is my hope!
I blessed my dear familiar, and we have allotted this day to her being. Our dear pit bill daisy continues to be a second skin to our home, thoughts, and lives. She moves when we move, loves when we love, mourns when we mourn. And most of all, keeps us safe both physically and spiritually in her sheer connection of life bond.
The moon in taurus we lit a brown candle and held things in her honor, stones we chose and messaged her with them. We said “bless our familiar, pet, loved one, god and goddess. May no harm come her way and honor her for being here everyday. So mote it be” and we put the stones on the altar, poured love into her and then left the circle to let the candle burn on her honor for 15 minutes!
One thing I find seeping into my pores after the sweat has been issued from labor is the dull sting of responsibility or consequence of work. Not all labor is beneficial. One thing I have learned during my 10 years of spiritual study is to validate beliefs and actions not in response to critical demand but in consequence to that which is least popular. In other words, of everyone is buying a Honda for good gas mileage should I buy a Honda considering only the popular aspects or really analyze the reality of its purchase: if I buy the Honda because I don’t have a car I will actually be spending more to get about as successfully as I am now. When doing energy work accessing I like to adequately consider the following:
1) Is this something that I need?
Making jewelry craft or spiritual craft, I ask myself if what I’m producing is truly something that will benefit or assist in my life or others. If I’m doing something that I could be doing on my own with our craft work or of I make a necklace I’ll never share or wear its consequence eventually will be affecting. Over the years I felt obligated to attend meetings or light a candle just because others were, not because I needed to.
2) Do I have the time? A lot of things we commit ourselves to generally cause more harm than good. We make promises and run out of time to keep them. We set things up to never pay them any mind. Books sit stiff spined. And all the while being spread thin, we are hurting others and ourselves. If you don’t have the time to take responsibility for an action do not do it.
3) Will this be in harmony? I believe in equal relationship with positive and negative relationship. Meaning that in an action there will be an amount of good and an amount of seeming bad. Both are necessary and both are consequential. If something seems overly, abundantly good then chances are somewhere somehow to balance the energy the negative will be absorbed. So, do we just live dull unpassionate lives?! I am disinclined to! Rather, I beg myself to be willing to absorb the positive and negative affects of my action. And though this may not always be possible, we really have to ask ourselves is the milk ever really for free?! No. Someone is always effected in some way. Balance is what I encourage. Consider the emotional and physical excretions of the action and the victims of its blessing or curse.
Considering the above may help us think twice before delving into and activity or craft. Not all things are what they seem in broad daylight. The darkness holds the heart of many truths and balance is necessary. Being able to weigh our actions against the natural structure of things evokes maturity and learning! May the weight rest in blessedness!
The pain in the side for us all is the affliction of choice. But, I wonder at the consequences of things beyond our control. I did some energy work last Sunday; a calm, peace bringing candle work. Though my room was blissful and suddenly my heart found a new, simple path of purpose or choices. Monday I was vomiting insanely until wednesday. When by friday the symptoms eased save for the pain in my side and middle railed between my nerves screaming, I ran my happy butt to the doc. He said that it’s probably my Graves Disease initiating an autoimmune response causing my pancreas and gallbladder to become irate.
To what extent? I don’t know: the testing process is still in action. I couldnt figure out the consequence of my energy work. Because like all choices, there are always consequence. I don’t believe that the work of peace has claimed my organs as a penance rather I’m thankful that I am relaxed enough to see and act on this new experience. However, there is an issue of responsibility and consequence that resonates in any choice like any spell or energy work.
One thing I’ve learned is that though you can raise or lower energy to become something useful, you can not change the outcome with out first changing yourself. If you’re on the road to alcoholism there’s no spell to solve that until you chose to change yourself. However, there is energy that will assist in helping with transitions. Most often in assisting the change, we become complacent and inactive due to the manifestation of assisted change: something that was suddenly so difficult becomes slightly easier or clearer and so we relax. This is no time to relax! This is the time assess responsibility and to accept the consequences of past choices and future consequence.
Often in meditation and peaceful practices, we rely on their affects rather than our actions. I highly believe that anyone can benefit from peaceful practices as they tend to less manipulate or infringe on our life: they relax us and tame us so we can process. But like having that sip to relax because I couldn’t lasso my road rage, I could rely on meditation rather than choosing to accept responsibility for my struggles and the need to manifest change. It is like we our digging our own grave with a heart for love and peace but a will strapped to the back of a Hearst. There is a simplicity of responsibility that many religious practices fail to attend, so speaks the aisles filled with self help books. We want the change, but how many people put into action responsibly that which they ask for?
Next blog I want to address how to access responsibility. It only seems fair when I’m claiming laziness on behalf of myself and others! lol I’ll give some tips on things that have helped me decide what I need to do actively and how not to take advantage of my meditation!
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It really happens. Everyone is exuding glee an emitting sheer wintery bliss, I sit alone with a frost bit nose and not sure why. It doesn’t make much sense, because this is my favorite time of year. Not for the holidays, the chilly weather opens up the options in my closet and the accessories are limitless. But this Christmas I felt as blue as my royal, velvet skirt. The meaning of my actions whirled in my head, though I tried not to take myself too seriously. Then my mom gave me a book: “God’s Wisdom for Mothers”. It wasn’t the joy suffocating be or the twinkling lights in airports blinding my eyes. It was and is the simple notion of not belonging. Whether because of loss of kin or Christ, Christmas seems to be a reminder for many of what we don’t have. Some people over spend, others help those in need, and even those who have lost a family member feel the pressure of something missing. Though my situation doesn’t compare to familial death, I feel an immortal death from my family. Will I be with them in the afterlife? I can only follow truth to the best of my ability. But in the full bliss of Christmas, the tree doesn’t reflect it’s true meaning but symbolizes to me everything Christmas isn’t. Melancholy, yes. At least I got to wear a cute velvet skirt!
Sitting on an iron bench
Father winter wispers
My silk blouse gives the sun
Licking the wind on icy skin
Mother calls me home
My bones clatter down below