Do you dream in color? Do numbers and symbols apear in your dreams? Maybe you want to learn magic for love and profit? Maybe a sufi dance is more your style? What ever is going on, sit back, relax- meditate for a few minutes. Let your mind take a jouney. The drum begins....
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Fear
How to stop being afraid. Where to find the motivation to keep moving when you are afraid and stuck. Move or be crushed. Move or die. Yet all you feel like doing is hiding, or running away.
Fear is such a strange and overwhelming emotion. It stagnates it sickens and paralyzes. The body feels tight breathing becomes more and more difficult. The mind runs in circles.
Yet on some level we need fear. It teaches us. it Keeps us from doing stupid things, like going in the cave with the bear, or playing playing in traffic. When fear takes over is when it is a bad emotion.
Think for a minute. Why are you afraid? If you are wanting to do something that is new and different start with some research. Working on a project calms fear.
Working towards the goal also let's you know if the goal is worthy of pursuing, or if it right for you. A little reflection is good, but don't reflect too long. This leads to procrastination. Fear and procrastination are not a good combination.
Also find something to laugh at. Laughter relieves tension. It releases endorphins that make us feel good.
So how do you take the leap and face what you fear. Roosevelt said all me have to fear is fear itself. Or another of the catch phrases was Nike's just do it.
Sounds dumb but true. Get up and do it. Move towards your goals, because sitting still, while being afraid moves you away from them.
So get up, go for a walk. Clear the mind. But don't stop. Keep moving towards your goals. Don't let fear rule. Take the leap.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
is the Law of Attraction Dead?
Is the Law of Attraction dead? No. Think about this:
Part 1: Think Big
You can’t think about what you don’t want to think about
without thinking about it. If I tell you
not to think about elephants and apples, you are going to think about elephants
and apples if only for a fraction of a second.
So the trick is to think about what you do want to think
about. If for example, you always wanted
to go to Hawaii, don ‘think about the fact you haven’t gotten there yet. Think
about how wonderful it will be when you are there.
Also when you think about Hawaii don’t think about it in
past of future tenses. Think about being in Hawaii now. Close your eyes, and
visualize it. . .Draw a
picture of it . Really feel it. Then write it down. Put that
in an envelope; put today’s date on it. And put it away. Whenever you have that I can't feeling again. go get the picture and look at it again. Before you know it, you will be booking that trip.
When I was in my late 30's is when I was first introduce to "The Secret". At which point I made a wish list. I just wrote a few general things. One of which was to retire from my currect job at 45. And I put the list away with some other paper work.
Well, sometime later, I found that list. Frankly I was blown away. I had set the intention, wrote it down, after didn't think about it for a while... And I left that job at 45. I had forgotten all about my wish list.
Part 2:
Faith.
Faith.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Love Letter From Cernunnos
Love Letter From Cernunnos
"You have given yourself to me…
Fully… You surrendered… You're mine!
Your heart belongs to me, your soul,
Your body, your breath, your everything! Mine!
And you will run with me,
Scream with me, and rut with me,
Tremble in terror and desire of me,
Dance that wild, frenzied dance with me,
Journey to the dark, dank depths with me.
And you will know sheer ecstasy, utter agony,
And the intoxicating thrill of the hunt.
And we will meet at the Crossroads together, as we always have.
We will wander far and wide, with a fire raging in your head.
And I will show you the way on those crooked and hidden paths
I will tell you things no other could
I will take you to places unknown, and unseen
I will teach you. Guide you. Push you. Pull you. Rip you open.
I will show you what it means to be my devotee
I will break you and remake you,
Over and over…
And you will love me…
And when I'm not with you…
Remember… Remember…
…Remember"
(http://crookedways.wordpress.com/)
Beautiful images and landscapes for meditation...
By: The Wyrding Way
Sent from my iPad
"You have given yourself to me…
Fully… You surrendered… You're mine!
Your heart belongs to me, your soul,
Your body, your breath, your everything! Mine!
And you will run with me,
Scream with me, and rut with me,
Tremble in terror and desire of me,
Dance that wild, frenzied dance with me,
Journey to the dark, dank depths with me.
And you will know sheer ecstasy, utter agony,
And the intoxicating thrill of the hunt.
And we will meet at the Crossroads together, as we always have.
We will wander far and wide, with a fire raging in your head.
And I will show you the way on those crooked and hidden paths
I will tell you things no other could
I will take you to places unknown, and unseen
I will teach you. Guide you. Push you. Pull you. Rip you open.
I will show you what it means to be my devotee
I will break you and remake you,
Over and over…
And you will love me…
And when I'm not with you…
Remember… Remember…
…Remember"
(http://crookedways.wordpress.com/)
Beautiful images and landscapes for meditation...
By: The Wyrding Way
Sent from my iPad
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Dragon Dance
Publication Date: September 8, 2002
Why do all cultures, distant and diverse, have similar tales of dragons? Universal wisdom confirms dragons have interacted with people since time immemorial—they call to us, pique our curiosity, and arouse our fears. These mystical beasts are real and their power, their influence, and especially their magick can be captured. Building upon rituals and drawing on their energy, learn to befriend these inspirational creatures and become partners with them on a spiritual journey. Move with them, learn from them, dance in perfect human/dragon syncopation.
I love DJ Conway. She makes her writing come alive. In this book she makes Dragons come alive and fly off the page.
Dragons are in the myths and imaginations of almost every culture on earth. Today we still see dragons in the way a river slithers back and forth across the countryside. They are in the humps and ridges of the mountains and hills. You can almost imagine the beast opening one eye under its rocky brow. We see dragons in the air as the clouds swirl and gather.
DJ, in this work offers rituals and ceremonies to honor that dragon energy and dance with these magnificent creatures.
in centuries past dragons were the protectors and guardians of certain sacred places on the earth. In order to work in harmony with these places and private places, we need to reconnect to the dragon energy, and this is a good book for getting started.
DJ covers basic rituals, dress, use of different tools, and jewelry. you can use her invocaations or create your own.
All in all this is a wonderful resource if you are new or a seasoned practitioner.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Spinning Wheel
Spinning wheel turns spinning the threads of time
Turns once and your born
Turns once and your young
Turn again and you’re very old.
Spinning wheel spinning wheel spinning the threads of time.
prick your finger and the magic begins
spin wheel spin
Spinning wheel spin
throught the coridors of time.
spinning wheel spin
Turns once and your born
Turns once and your young
Turn again and you’re very old.
Spinning wheel spinning wheel spinning the threads of time.
prick your finger and the magic begins
spin wheel spin
Spinning wheel spin
throught the coridors of time.
spinning wheel spin
Spin the wheel and your born again.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Phoenix
Time to transform
Time to die
Flames reach high into night
Time to be re-born
Time to fly
Feathers in flame reach to take flight
Transform
Die
Sky dark with black, black smoke
She cries out for a new name
Time to be reborn
Time to fly
Screech so loud no one spoke
Crowd scurried away, none remained the same.
Reborn
Fly
Time to die
Flames reach high into night
Time to be re-born
Time to fly
Feathers in flame reach to take flight
Transform
Die
Sky dark with black, black smoke
She cries out for a new name
Time to be reborn
Time to fly
Screech so loud no one spoke
Crowd scurried away, none remained the same.
Reborn
Fly
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“”from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“”from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Fairies
Book Description
Publication Date: July 1, 2011
Magical and mysterious, Faeries are also subtle, sexual, sublime, stubborn, erotic, enticing, dark, and deadly…
So you think you know Snow White? You’re acquainted with Sleeping Beauty? You’re quite familiar with Beauty and the Beast? Fairy Tale Rituals explores the eerie, seductive Faerie lore lying just beneath the surface of eleven favorite fairy tales.
Feel the fear and passion these stories once inspired in ancient listeners. Learn how to create modern rituals that will bring the archetypal magical characteristics of these fairy tale icons -- the sexual attractiveness of Snow White, the totem animal journey of Rose-Red, the manifestation prowess of Cinderella -- into your own life.
Each tale here is explored in two ways: first by looking at the story itself, with an eye toward its mythic roots and magical elements. Next, a powerful ritual or spell is presented based on the characters or events of the tale, which you can use to find a true friend or lover, glimpse the future using divination, celebrate a coming-of-age ceremony, honor the spirit of death, and much more.
Praise:
“Empowering rituals, often-forgotten histories, magickal lore, and insights into stories we only thought we knew—Fairy Tale Rituals is that rare book that goes beyond its title and offers a bit of myth, enchantment, and scholarly insight to all who walk a magickal path.”—Jason Mankey, Pagan scholar, historian, and lecturer
Courtesy of Amazon.com
Publication Date: July 1, 2011
Magical and mysterious, Faeries are also subtle, sexual, sublime, stubborn, erotic, enticing, dark, and deadly…
So you think you know Snow White? You’re acquainted with Sleeping Beauty? You’re quite familiar with Beauty and the Beast? Fairy Tale Rituals explores the eerie, seductive Faerie lore lying just beneath the surface of eleven favorite fairy tales.
Feel the fear and passion these stories once inspired in ancient listeners. Learn how to create modern rituals that will bring the archetypal magical characteristics of these fairy tale icons -- the sexual attractiveness of Snow White, the totem animal journey of Rose-Red, the manifestation prowess of Cinderella -- into your own life.
Each tale here is explored in two ways: first by looking at the story itself, with an eye toward its mythic roots and magical elements. Next, a powerful ritual or spell is presented based on the characters or events of the tale, which you can use to find a true friend or lover, glimpse the future using divination, celebrate a coming-of-age ceremony, honor the spirit of death, and much more.
Praise:
“Empowering rituals, often-forgotten histories, magickal lore, and insights into stories we only thought we knew—Fairy Tale Rituals is that rare book that goes beyond its title and offers a bit of myth, enchantment, and scholarly insight to all who walk a magickal path.”—Jason Mankey, Pagan scholar, historian, and lecturer
Courtesy of Amazon.com
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Macbeth Act 4 Scene 1
[A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron.]
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
First Witch
Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd. brinded: striped (see Shakespeare blazon); mew'd: proclaimed
Second Witch
Thrice and once the Hedge-Pig whined. hedge: concealed; whined: complained
Third Witch
Harpier cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
First Witch
Round about the Ceauldron go;
In the poison'd Entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and Nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd Venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
All
Double, double toile and trouble ;
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Second Witch
Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
In the Cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge,
Adder's Fork, and Blind-worm's Sting,
Lizard's leg, and Howlet's wing,
For a Charm of powerful trouble
Like a Hell-broth boil and bubble.
All
Double, double toyle and trouble,
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Third Witch
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
Witches' Mummy, Maw and Gulf
Of the ravin'd salt Sea shark,
Root of Hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of Blaspheming Jew,
Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew
Silver'd in the Moon's Eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab,
Make the Gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a Tiger's Chaudron,
For the Ingredients of our Cauldron.
All
Double, double toyle and trouble'
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Second Witch
Cool it with a Baboon's blood,
Then the Charm is firm and good.
[Enter Hecate.]
Hecate
O! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the Cauldron sing,
Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
[Music, and a Song, 'Black Spirits,' and company.] 2
Song:
Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.
[Exit Hecate.]
Second Witch
By the pricking of my Thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, Locks,
Whoever knocks.
[Enter Macbeth.]
Macbeth
How now, you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
All
A deed without a name.
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
First Witch
Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd. brinded: striped (see Shakespeare blazon); mew'd: proclaimed
Second Witch
Thrice and once the Hedge-Pig whined. hedge: concealed; whined: complained
Third Witch
Harpier cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
First Witch
Round about the Ceauldron go;
In the poison'd Entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and Nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd Venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
All
Double, double toile and trouble ;
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Second Witch
Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
In the Cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge,
Adder's Fork, and Blind-worm's Sting,
Lizard's leg, and Howlet's wing,
For a Charm of powerful trouble
Like a Hell-broth boil and bubble.
All
Double, double toyle and trouble,
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Third Witch
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
Witches' Mummy, Maw and Gulf
Of the ravin'd salt Sea shark,
Root of Hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of Blaspheming Jew,
Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew
Silver'd in the Moon's Eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab,
Make the Gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a Tiger's Chaudron,
For the Ingredients of our Cauldron.
All
Double, double toyle and trouble'
Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.
Second Witch
Cool it with a Baboon's blood,
Then the Charm is firm and good.
[Enter Hecate.]
Hecate
O! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the Cauldron sing,
Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
[Music, and a Song, 'Black Spirits,' and company.] 2
Song:
Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.
[Exit Hecate.]
Second Witch
By the pricking of my Thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, Locks,
Whoever knocks.
[Enter Macbeth.]
Macbeth
How now, you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
All
A deed without a name.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Deep Blue
Today, I am going to do something different. I am going to share with you a poem. this is my silver cup finalist from 2002. Maybe who knows I may start writing poetry again.
Deep Blue
Something fades to a soft mist
In your arms sweet God, i find my bliss
There is a silence then roar
Waves crash on the shore
Spirits dance and whirl in my head
A cry in the wild an I am full and overflow
Animal dark in the shadow of my soul, see her eyes glow
The sleeper dreams then stumbles and wakes
Surrenders slowly as all signs have been read
My heart lays open ripped and bleeding
I cry and scream but the crow stays feeding
Now I lie naked on the floor dreams pass by and such
Can I see the feeling can I taste the touch
Time stands still and cries with feelings of dread.
Deep blue something fading in the dark
All sounds stops except the sound of the heart.
Deep Blue
Something fades to a soft mist
In your arms sweet God, i find my bliss
There is a silence then roar
Waves crash on the shore
Spirits dance and whirl in my head
A cry in the wild an I am full and overflow
Animal dark in the shadow of my soul, see her eyes glow
The sleeper dreams then stumbles and wakes
Surrenders slowly as all signs have been read
My heart lays open ripped and bleeding
I cry and scream but the crow stays feeding
Now I lie naked on the floor dreams pass by and such
Can I see the feeling can I taste the touch
Time stands still and cries with feelings of dread.
Deep blue something fading in the dark
All sounds stops except the sound of the heart.
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