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Gael Song

December, 2018

Midwinter and Christmas Spirit Magic

 

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As nearly everyone knows, light seeds of what will manifest during the coming year, are sent by the spirit world down hur’s sword of light to the base of everyone’s spine on Midwinter dawn. I can usually feel a sizzling at the base of my spine that day, when I first step out of my little cottage into the daylight. But there’s much more that follows after, which no one at all seems to recognize. As a light healer, reading energies, it’s easy for me to see these. And so, this month, I want to write about what I’ve observed over many years. Those hurian light seeds of the year ahead settle down into the energetic soil of everyone’s womb (both men and women have inner female and male structures inside in light), where they remain for three days, while the Goddess decides the exact form and timing the new impulses of light will take over the year to come. The dark cosmic sea, keeper of all things unborn, floods every person’s abdomen as well. One could call it the unconscious, for it is.

Always, there’s one central thrust of growth for each person over the year to come, growth that will involve facing specific fears or outer challenges meant to build a brand new part of the self within. This new gift or talent is always divine, a small piece of each person’s self-of-light or highest destiny that will eventually emerge during everyone’s final lifetime on earth. This divine self was seeded into us at the very moment of our creation into light, long, long, ago, on the Creator Sun, the highest light structure in the seventh heaven, so say my druid guides. You could think of this new self-of-light that grows into fulness each year as each person’s own divine child of that cycle, too. That’s how my guides speak of it, anyway. Our own divine qualities always reflect the Creators, too, the White Tara and Oghama, Goddess and God.

So, after three days in the cosmic sea, the first structures of the year’s divine child emerge from everyone’s abdominal unconscious and move into each person’s high heart or thymus. The thymus is the inner child heart, where our divine children anchor in most strongly. This happens on Christmas dawn. This child within looks like an infant-of-light, and I find this time most magical, for I can always feel the soft loving-kindness essence of the divine children filling my spirit on that morning. Even amid the bustle of cooking for visiting relatives, I try to find a few moments of quiet to sense what this impulse of growth for the year ahead may bring for me. And this divine infant is one of twelve parts of our inner spirits that everyone has, all twelve with specific vibrations, regencies of the spirit, and directives in life. You could call these twelve parts of everyone’s spirit their personality, too. These twelve parts of our inner spirits exactly match the twelve gods and goddesses of the Creator Sun as well.

And always this emergence of the divine child inside everyone releases a bright beam of hope, a ray of clear diamond light. It will see that, during this first druid moon of the year, the Birch moon, some memory or long-cherished desire will be brought to each person’s attention. This is the first hint of what will manifest for each of us at the end of the coming year, something we’ve long wished for. And this promise of fulfillment stirs up desire from our depths to face and heal whatever fears may be in its way, so this dream will definitely come to be at the end of the year.

Over the year ahead then, this impulse get fleshed out as we push against the thorns and briars in our paths. On Imbolc, the little girl part of each person’s spirit emerges from this abdominal sea. On the Vernal Equinox, the toddler boy emerges. Then the feminine virgin on Bealtaine, the masculine virgin at Midsummer. The inner god and goddess are active during the Oak (May/June) and Apple (July/August) moons, not the solstice/equinox/cross-quarter-day festivals. The inner mother part of our spirits arises at Lughnasa, the inner father at the Autumnal Equinox, the feminine grandmother at Samhein, and finally, the inner grandfather at Midwinter. This is when our new divine part of self is finally complete, fully born into all twelve parts of our inner selves-of-light. It’s the realization of our sweet dream of the year before.

May your own divine child for the year to come be utterly miraculous, bringing an end to want, perhaps, a special destiny, a love like no other. I always hope for the beginning of real peace, unity between peoples, an end to war and privation in the places of most intense global suffering. But these are dreams that will take us all to achieve. For now, it’s enough to feel that sword of light and let it lead you all year long. Let’s walk this road together into the awakening of everyone’s divinity, all of us a shining star in our own personal areas of endeavor. May this season of magic be the very best you’ve ever had!

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About the Author:

Jill Rose Frew, Ph.D. is a clinical psychologist, energy healer, workshop leader, and author. She will be opening a school teaching light healing and the Celtic path of enlightenment in 2019. For information, please see www.CelticHeaven.com

She is author of Guardians of the Celtic Way: The Path to arthurian Fulfillment (her name was Jill Kelly then), and Alba RebornAlba Reborn, Book One, RevisedAlba Reborn, Book Two, and Alba Reborn, Book Three.

Guardians of the Celtic Way: The Path to hurian Fulfillment on Amazon

SpellCrafting: Spells & Rituals

June, 2018

Dragonfly Medicine Magick

 

 

Merry meet.

You can use the dragonfly you made as a craft as part of a ritual or spell by calling on dragonfly medicine.

According to BirdClan.org, “It is a power animal which can help to put us in touch with nature spirits.

Dragonfly medicine is about the breaking of illusions, especially those illusions that prevent growth and maturity. Dragonfly is the bringer of visions of power.”

Dragonfly medicine can both foretell a time of change and help during the transition. So, if you’re uncomfortable, overwhelmed and struggling, seek assistance from dragonfly. They can help us see beyond the limits we place on our reality and remind us we can have a world where magic exists.

In her blog on shamansmarket.com, Aleeiah Sura states, “Sometimes seeing a Dragonfly may foretell a time of great change and transition. The first thing that usually happens when a big change is due, is that we put up lot of emotional energy into resisting what’s coming, even though on a mental level we may understand that change is very much needed. Dragonfly is an especially helpful guide and ally for those who are resisting change that is overdue, and can teach us to go through change without kicking and screaming.”

Part of the reason, I believe, is because dragonflies span two realms. They begun as aquatic larva known as nymphs. and can spend up to five years in fresh water. Water speaks of emotions, the subconscious mind and dreams. The larva then undergo an almost magical series of changes; they move through stages, grow their wings and take flight as an adult. Adults may live from several days to a few weeks. They can fly up, down, left, right, backwards and forwards, making them very adaptable. If they lose one of their two sets of wings, the can still fly. They are often found by water and are capable of crossing oceans. As a creature of the air, they are linked to thoughts and communication.

Because of their short lifespan, dragonflies also help us to value time and not waste it on what does not serve our highest good and greatest joy.

 

 

If you choose to call upon the spirit of Dragonfly to assist your journey, be ready for a shift in perspective. Dragonfly often shows us that things are not as they seem. Look behind the veil of mind created illusion, and be willing to shed some old beliefs. Call upon the Dragonfly for help with transition and when you need the power of adaptation, strength, and resilience to go through big life changes,” Sura writes.

A song she wrote in 2017 entitled “Dragonfly Medicine” may be useful in your work. She explains the song “holds vibrational medicine for those who may be resisting change. … It also contains the energy for healing ancestral wounds.”

While composing this song, Sura said she became a student of Dragonfly medicine.

The Dragonfly had quite a few things to teach me about letting go, transitions, and not resisting life’s flow.”

The lyrics follow & the track can be bought for $1 at the following link:


https://aleeiahsura.bandcamp.com/track/dragonfly-medicine

 

Dragonfly Medicine
by Aleeiah Sura

 

Dragonfly, Dragonfly call my name.

It’s been far too long since I changed my way.

 

I need your spirit now to guide this change.

Shine some light now into this pain,

Shine your light now into this pain.

 

And let these winds blow through your heart.

And let these winds blow through your heart.

 

Let these winds blow through my heart,

I let these winds blow through my heart,

 

Shine some light now into this pain,

And let it heal these wounds of ancient days.

Let it heal these wounds of ancient days.”

 

 

Merry part. And merry meet again.

 

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About the Author:

Lynn Woike was 50 – divorced and living on her own for the first time – before she consciously began practicing as a self taught solitary witch. She draws on an eclectic mix of old ways she has studied – from her Sicilian and Germanic heritage to Zen and astrology, the fae, Buddhism, Celtic, the Kabbalah, Norse and Native American – pulling from each as she is guided. She practices yoga, reads Tarot and uses Reiki. From the time she was little, she has loved stories, making her job as the editor of two monthly newspapers seem less than the work it is because of the stories she gets to tell. She lives with her large white cat, Pyewacket, in central Connecticut. You can follow her boards on Pinterest, and write to her at woikelynn at gmail dot com.

A Leap of Faith

June, 2018

 

Early in my teaching career, I was at a crossroads.  After three years as a public schoolteacher, I wasn’t sure whether I was cut out to be an educator.  I loved the kids and teaching, but it was clear from my run-ins with school administrators and colleagues that I was not on the same wavelength as them.  Even during my practicum work as a university student, I was told by my mentor that she would do everything in her power to make sure I didn’t become a teacher. I was upsetting the applecart with the new education ideas I brought with me into the field. Luckily, my faculty associate at university advocated for me, citing my willingness to take risks and try new things in service of my students as being essential qualities of a good educator. After a year of rough practicum experiences, I graduated with a Bachelor in Education and I was ready to enter the profession as a certified teacher. I looked forward to leaving these challenges behind me.

Years after this event, I was sitting at home one Friday night when I got a call from a teacher whose class I substitute taught in the day before.  I listened for fifteen minutes as she tore a strip off of me. She criticized my teaching methods and attacked my character.  I’d never even met this teacher before. What could have been a really good professional development moment where she got curious about my teaching strategies to learn more, turned nasty. She ended by saying: “They should never have certified you.  You are a horrible excuse for a teacher. I don’t know how you made it through your teaching practicums.” I never got a chance to say a word.

I didn’t know if she was right or not. I was in shock.  When I recovered, I reached out to one of my experienced teacher friends. He was outraged when I told him what happened and urged me to complain to the principal of the school and file a grievance with the union. At this point, I felt so discouraged and tired of swimming upstream in the education system that I quit all three school districts I was working for.  I needed to find clarity. I prayed for help and said to the universe: “If I am meant to be an educator, please send me the job that is right for me.”

At the encouragement of a friend who was a horticulturist with her own landscaping company, I started working full-time as an apprentice gardener.  Gardening and farming were in my ancestry; Portuguese people have a deep reverence for the land and find ways to create gardens wherever they live.  It’s not uncommon for apartment balconies to be filled with pots containing edible plants.  My paternal grandpa was a farmer in Portugal and continued that practice in his East Vancouver lot when he moved to Canada. It felt comforting to be walking in his footsteps.

Each day working with the plants in silence, I began recovering more parts of my soul that had left me bit by bit during my years as a public schoolteacher.  I got really clear in my mind about the reasons I became an educator and began questioning all the negative feedback I’d received from colleagues.  Why were they so threatened by my methods?  Why was it so horrible to include parents in their children’s learning?  Why were my students expected to follow unjust school rules?  Why did students have no say in their education and in helping to develop the school’s ethos?  I simply didn’t understand why we as educators couldn’t team up with children.  Why were we at war with learners and families when we didn’t need to be?

After a year of working with the plants, I developed a plan to open a small school. I started talking to professionals in the community who had already done this.  During my research, I found a school and learning philosophy I really grooved with.  I called the founder to see if he would meet with me and teach me how to begin manifesting my dream. Surprisingly, he said, “We’re already doing what you want to do.  Why don’t you just come work with us?”  That was in 2004 and the rest is history.  During our first meeting, I looked around at my fifty colleagues sitting in a circle discussing pedagogy and I knew I’d found the “staff room” I belonged in.  We were all on the same team and we all had similar values when it came to our work with children. I’d finally come home as an educator.

Most of all, I learned from the plants to accept myself as I was and to trust what I knew deep inside of me: I was a good educator with a passion for advocating for children’s rights to learn in ways that matched their sensibilities.  I found a place deep inside that I anchored into to draw strength.  Though I honour and respect my public school colleagues, I don’t regret my decision to leave and take a path less traveled.  Plants stay rooted while they reach for the sun.  They give life without asking anything of us in return.  They stand in what they know with tremendous trust. They showed me that what I was actually doing as an educator was aligning with life and its natural flow.  It paid off big to stop warring with the truth inside me, even though it flew in the face of conventional “wisdom.”

In the years since, I’ve worked with hundreds of children– many of whom are now adults who are thriving. They know who they are as people and they are aware of what their strengths and weaknesses are. They have learned the skills to excel in their interests with confidence. They are not afraid to follow unconventional paths in life. I am so humbled by the fact that I’ve been able to walk alongside them on their journeys for a short while.

Today, I know that I wouldn’t have been effective at guiding children if I hadn’t had the courage to take leaps of faith myself. How could I ask children to take risks if I hadn’t practiced that skill? All those early challenges had a purpose: to prepare me to bring forward the educator I really was in my heart. I learned that it is not how other people see you that determines your character or worthiness. We are all worthy. Today, I respect the kind of educator I am even when colleagues do not agree with my methods. Honouring myself­–like I do each of the vastly different children in my care–was the key that was there all along inside of me. I am grateful I found the courage to turn it and walk through the door into my new life.

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About the Author:

Jennifer Engrácio has been a student of shamanism since 2005. Jennifer is a certified teacher who has worked with children in many different education settings since 2001. She is a certified shamanic coach, reiki master, and lomilomi practitioner; in addition, she runs Spiral Dance Shamanics. Originally from Vancouver, Canada, she now lives in Calgary, Canada with her life partner.

Engrácio participated in self-publishing three books that are now available:

The Magic Circle: Shamanic Ceremonies for the Child and the Child Within”

Women’s Power Stories: Honouring the Feminine Principle of Life”

Dreaming of Cupcakes: A Food Addict’s Shamanic Journey into Healing

For more information go to: www.spiraldanceshamanics.com

 

Book Review: Earth – Astrology’s Missing Planet by Chrissie Blaze

May, 2018

Book Review

Earth- Astrology’s Missing Planet by Chrissie Blaze

Chrissie Blaze is a Spiritual teacher, professional astrologer, and columnist. She is an international speaker and radio show host of On the Edge with Chrissie Blaze, and Aetherius Radio Live with Body Mind Spirit Radio. Her new book, Earth: Astrology’s Missing Planet is a fusion of the traditional and spiritual perspectives applied in using astrology as a tool for discovery and growth.

Earth is often left out of most traditional astrology readings; the thought being that we as beings of earth view the cosmos from the center-point of earth as our home planet. Chrissie brings the more esoteric approach, which includes Earth as a prominent and very important planet in the natal blueprint, Because it is our planet of center-point.

In her very well planned book, Chrissie takes the reader through the basis for reconnecting to the Earth as part of a broader and more inclusive stream of cosmic awareness that we are currently being called to. Chapter One speaks to the bridge of connection between Earth as the foundational principle from which we perceive and formulate our identification and the inroads of energetic understanding of the role of the planets in astrology.

Methodically, the author provides a general and easily understood Astrology 101 that begins to weave the threads of connection introduced as the energy of Earth in the guise of the 12 astrological signs and houses of the Great Zodiacal Wheel are presented for the reader to make the desired applications to their personal birth chart. The importance of Earth and our deepening of connection to Her gifts as expressed through our own cosmic connection is brought into its rightful place as the center-point of who we are as soul-centered beings within a living and breathing universe of energy.

Ms. Blaze has crafted a true treasure of practical information and esoteric wisdom that moves the reader fully into the Aquarian Age of inclusion and vision of what the potential is not simply within our own world, but in all of the worlds.

For Amazon information Click Image

 

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About the Author:

Robin Fennelly is a Third Degree Initiate and High Priestess of Coven of the Mystic Path within the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel Tradition. Her path is the fusion of Western Hermetics and Eastern Practices, including meditation and energetic protocol. She is a monthly columnist with PaganPages.org and has authored several books and been published locally and Internationally.

Robin maintains a rigorous teaching schedule presenting locally and at festivals throughout the North East. She writes several blogs, The Magickal Pen being her first foray into blogging and is a writer for Sage Woman blogs.

Her primary blog is The Magickal Pen

www.themagickalpen.com

Her blog at Pagan Square, The Womb of Light, can be found at:

http://witchesandpagans.com/sagewoman-blogs/womb-of-light.html

For more information about Robin, her blogs and books, please visit her website:

www.robinfennelly.com

Or, Amazon Author’s Page:

Robin’s Author Page

Finding the Pagan Way

May, 2015

This month, I want to talk about healing, drumming, and an amazing personal experience that involves both activities. Tina and I have been drumming for several years now, travelling to venues around Lincolnshire and demonstrating Shamanic Drumming.

Many people have reported good effects and inner experiences which have helped them in their lives. I saw Tina trance many times and manifest her guide, Nicholas Black Elk.

I even had an hour long training session with him at Cleethorpes beach in Lincolnshire,- when He/Tina demonstrated many variations of the basic shamanic beat and left me exhausted from trying to keep up!

When I started writing these articles, it was with the foolish notion that there were few surprises left in store for me. I have always wanted to write, but I have never maintained the effort for long enough to accomplish much until a few years ago. I started to showcase my poetry online because I was impelled to do so by Spirit, and I had thought no further about my writing than that.

Then, as I have mentioned in an earlier article , I was cajoled into contacting Bill Oliver ( boysoblue.com) by a well known local medium, Eileen Akrill. From the Muse was born, and shortly afterwards, we had the artwork and manuscript ready for our first book, “The Faery Realms” (soon to be released) by Galde Press.

Almost two years ago, I had some terrifying news. After months of arguments and insistence by Tina, I went to the doctor to get treatment for a cough that would not clear.

I was diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.

I was not long married, and had I realised in time that I was so ill, I would have cancelled our ritual of handfasting. As it was, Tina was amazing, as always, so I swallowed my dread of the future and I pressed on.

I realised that I could not work for too many more years as a welder and metal fabricator and I put much more effort into my writing.

In the past year, Bill and I revamped the Faery Realms and collected enough material for several other books. We are waiting on the publication of the “Faery Realms” before deciding how to proceed with them. I was anxious to write as much as possible while my health was still good.

About one month ago, I received a phone call from the doctor’s that left me in a state of shock. However, my story starts a little further back in time….

Faery Healing

Sparkling lights that fly and flicker in the corners of your eyes.

Clouds of butterflies that rise in multi coloured clouds into a pale blue sky.

Shivers softly spread across a cloud of daisies on a sunny day.

Blossoms blow like warm pink snow and decorate the hedgerows,-

That the faeries blessed to bring the little creatures rest,

So many years ago.

Can’t you hear them laughing in the wind?

Chattering with the magpies and engaged in huddled whispers with the trees.

Listen to the happy songs of faeries singing in the breeze.

Watch them flitting by, as laughingly they chase the last of winters leaves.

Let their laughter chase away your troubles,

As they fill your heart with ease.

When the warmer days allow,

Stretch out on the leafy ground beneath a shady bough.

Feel the winter darkness drain into the soft and yielding earth.

Let the fairies fill your heart with joy, and all the sadness of the winter fly,

Let the pains and strains of life just gently flow away.

Let your world begin again , and start afresh, a brand new day.

Patrick W Kavanagh 09/03/2015

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By: Boy So Blue Graphic s and photography

 

An amazing experience

About eight weeks ago we were having a small drumming circle at a friends house. Most people there had been members of the “Spirit of the Drum” group since its creation. We also had a friend of our hosts who had previously trained with a shaman and who had just joined our group after attending several of our Open Drumming Circles. After we have raised the energy with drumming, we usually take turns to sit in the centre and receive healing from the group.

I do not often volunteer, but on this particular night I did. Our new member said that he would take the healing and I sat in the centre and closed my eyes. Often, people have visions and journeys during the healing, but although I was not in a normal state of consciousness, I was very aware of everything happening in the room.

I was surprised to hear strange voices around me. I was convinced that I had an aboriginal gentleman chanting and dancing in a circle around me. I saw a creature appear in front of me, which I later realised was a bush baby. Then someone I took to be a South American witchdoctor or shaman ( by the sound of their voice) started to pull something from my lungs. I was very curious at this stage, as only Tina and my doctor knew of my illness. When I eventually opened my eyes.. Our new member looked like a completely different person for a moment. Then I slowly came back to normal awareness.

About three days later, I realised that I had not been coughing or wheezing since the healing. I had a strong feeling that I had to stop smoking. It was like a quiet voice in my head telling me that I had a good reason to stop. So I did. It took several weeks to arrange an appointment and have my breathing checked. My initial results came back normal, and I asked if I could stop taking the respirator. I was told I had to keep taking it as my condition is incurable.

Then a week later, the doctor’s office phoned to tell me to stop taking the medication as, having examined all the results,- it seems that I do not appear to have the disease. They recommended that I pick up another type of inhaler as a standby, in case I ever had a relapse. But, told me to stop taking any treatment.

The reality of having more time to live a full life has slowly dawned on me over this past month.

I had not realised how much the shadow of sickness, and a slow death, had preyed on my mind.

Spirit of the Drum will be making even more vigorous efforts to spread our message of spirituality without dogma. As the years go on, we will make every effort to share our experiences of the power of the drum for healing and enlightenment.

Of this, I am very certain….

Sleeping Hearts.

In the misty forests from our memories and dreams,

The lives of ancient ages are relived, as worry fades away.

The balance that we lost so long ago is once again returned.

Our sleeping hearts are healed to help us face the coming day.

Stay a while and let your spirit play among the joyful Fae.

Running barefoot through the ever-morning mist.

Who could ever love this daylight world where greed holds away,

Once we have but tasted, just a single faery kiss.

Let us watch the sun arise once more, above the mystic western shore.

Tinkling laughter in the shelter of the trees, and fragrant blossoms scent the breeze,

Jewelled webs adorn the daisy chains as sunlight sparkles on the fields.

Our child-like eyes absorb the beauty all around, and all the peace this faery land can yield.

Rest a little while as tiny angels dance in joyful circles in the rising light.

Let their music fill your heart and fill your soul with healing light.

Join in with the dance and let your body glow with pure delight.

Hand in hand we spin and spin, and weave the faery spell to heal all wrongs,

For here among the gentle Fae, is truly where our sleeping heart belongs.

Patrick W Kavanagh

27/09/2014

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Picture by Bill Oliver (Boy So Blue Graphic s)