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Garden Update: Challenges, Solutions, Bounty and Beauty

I haven’t given a garden update in awhile. Today we have our first sunflower of the season, but really the first sunflower in four years!

This little guy comes from an “Elves Mix” that offered seeds from a variety of dwarf sunflowers. I thought these would grow well in the raised beds out front, so I sprinkled them amidst herbs, perennials and annuals. I haven’t tried to grow sunflowers since our first year here. I heard they attract groundhogs, and I also didn’t want to dedicate too much space to them in my Big Bag Bed garden. These little guys seemed like a great compromise, especially since I doubled the size of the front garden last Fall.

I have a bunch of full size sunflowers growing out back, but those haven’t yet bloomed. Meanwhile, the squash and sweet potatoes are going crazy. You can see some of the sunflowers thriving in the Big Bag Beds, even though that area gets only about five or six hours of full sun per day. I’ve got lettuce tucked behind the other growth, and I keep hoping it won’t bolt since it gets less sun. We shall see.

Despite the prolific growth of the butternut squash vines, I ran into an annoying issue with blossom end rot. This was entirely preventable, and I’m kicking myself for not listening to my intuition. A few weeks ago, an obsessive thought kept crossing my mind: “You should really put down some gypsum for those squash plants. Your soil needs calcium.” I found a bag at the local gardening center, but I walked there. It was a 20 pound bag, so I opted not to get it. Instead of asking David to drive me home or ordering some online, I did nothing. I thought, “There’s no overt sign of a calcium deficiency. I’ll just wait, and if I see a sign of it, I’ll correct things then.”

Well, I got my overt sign, alright! I ended up needing to throw out twelve butternut squash with blossom end rot — whose solution is adding more calcium to the soil. Once it starts, you can’t correct it on an individual squash, though. In the past, I’ve added diluted milk to both tomato and squash plants, both of which can suffer from low calcium in the soil. I had used worm castings and an organic fertilizer mix, but — duh! — I should have trusted my intuition. I ended up tossing two tomatoes, a zucchini and those twelve butternut squash. 😦

In order to correct what had become a much larger issue, I needed to add two half gallons of milk on consecutive weeks, plus a bunch of gypsum (which takes longer to incorporate into the soil). So far the new growth looks fine, but I learned my lesson. When my intuition starts nagging me to add a certain nutrient to the soil, just do it!!! A wise lesson for broader life, as well. I’m happy to report delicious harvests of other zucchini, peppers and tomato. Hopefully I’ve resolved the issue.

Some clients asked me how I handle various pest pressures in the garden, so I’ll share a few tips here. Long time readers of this blog know that grrrrrrrrrroundhogs(!) are my biggest concern. I’ve inured myself to the cuteness factor …

… because these whistle pigs will decimate a garden, given half a chance. Here’s the most recent one alerting friends and family that “Mr. McGregor lives here! Mr. McGregor! Stay away! Crazy gardener alert. Oh, no, this yard is NOT worth a visit!” He turned to face me just as I snapped the photo. Indeed, with groundhogs, I’ve learned to give them no quarter. When they first appear, I run outside like a wild banshee and scare the dickens outta them. I hate doing it, but I’ve learned that once they feel comfortable in my yard, nothing gets rid of them except my old neighbor Randy trapping and relocating them.

Randy died on the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse of May 2021, so I’m on my own unless Randy’s ghost makes an appearance. I do feel like he haunted the yard last year, because I only saw one groundhog, once, last year. Randy had watchdog energy while he lived, and he continued watching over our place last Summer. It feels like he’s moved on now, so “Shock and Awe” is in effect. I put on a Faery Glamour to appear much larger and scarier than I am, and so far, I’ve not had the same groundhog repeat an adventure in our yard. Just in case, I sprinkle organic hot pepper flakes on all my front yard lettuce and chard. I also have various stinky sprays, but those aggravate me more than the critters. 🙂

In terms of bugs, I prefer to attract predator wasps by planting things like yarrow and letting some of my dill, parsley and carrots flower. Some insects can only feed on these types of flowers that face upwards with a wide landing pad:

I also intersperse borage all around the garden. These pretty blue flowers taste like cucumbers, and honeybees LOVE them. So do nearby plants. Something about borage makes it an ideal companion plant to just about everything. Whether you want more pollination, greater mineral uptake or something pretty to create a cottage garden, borage works well.

My only caveat with yarrow and borage is that both can be a bit invasive. I only plant yarrow in containers. It kind of took over parts of the yard in Goshen! You can pull it out and compost it, or make an analgesic tea from the leaves. I have magenta yarrow, which also makes a long lasting cut flower that even looks good as the blooms fade. I just keep it in pots now, because yarrow can be a garden thug. Like borage, it’s a fantastic companion plant — as long as you contain it!

Borage is an annual, so you can keep that under control by deadheading most of the flowers after they’ve bloomed. I like to let a few of them go to seed, so they reseed next year. This goes for parsley and cilantro, too. I have perpetual parsley and cilantro because I let a few branches go to seed and just weed out or transplant the extra seedlings in Spring. I do this with love in a mist and miners lettuce, too. I don’t really enjoy growing things from seeds indoors. A little weeding in exchange for keeping the hardiest, naturally seeded plants feels like a good trade-off.

What about the dreaded cabbage moth caterpillars?! Uggh. Those are not my favorite. The mesh cage around the Garden Tower keeps out the moths unless they sneak in while I’m watering or harvesting.

A downside is that my collards and kale tend to grow much larger when planted in raised beds — but then the moths go to town with their egg laying. The best defense for me seems to be spraying water where the little black eggs collect at the base of the kale stems. I also manually pick off the green caterpillars, and I have a resident frog who also likes to munch on them. Predator wasps and spiders take care of the rest.

Bee balm is another pollinator favorite. In the backyard you see the more traditional purple color, whereas I have the showier red variety up front. Little orange nasturtium flowers peek out the bottom. (If you’re wondering about all the orange flowers — “red hot poker,” naturtiums, and orange day lilies — I plant these because orange is David’s favorite color.)

I currently have an earwig issue, but it’s not terrible. These little pincher bugs love decaying matter and curly leaves like some lettuces and Napa cabbage. They’re terrible around wood mulch! I don’t grow Napa cabbage, so it’s not an earwig pregnancy resort here, but if they get any worse, I’ll sprinkle some diatomaceous earth in areas where they congregate. Diatomaceous earth is an organic powder that kills most insects, so you need to make sure not to put it near flowers. You don’t want to kill the pollinators. I prefer not to kill anything, but sometimes you need to catch issues before they go crazy. Diatomaceous earth adds minerals to the soil and quickly gets rid of slugs and earwigs.

My main advice for garden pests is to plant a wide variety of crops, intersperse them with flowers, and pay attention to soil and light conditions. Plants growing in optimal conditions manage to fight off pests more easily than ones struggling to get what they need. Below you can see purple kale, marigolds, borage, zinnias, garlic, a dwarf sunflower, and cosmos getting ready to bloom.

Tucked away in those same beds are also parsley, lettuce and pepper plants. I like that you can look at the front garden and have no idea it’s an edible garden. All the flowers and different colored varieties of veggies make it the kind of spot that only an experienced gardener would recognize as food. This also helps keep the animal buffet to a minimum. I can’t prove it, but I strongly suspect the motion detector light David installed above our garage door has kept away the deer. But maybe it’s Randy Baker — the best neighbor we’ve ever had. Cheers to you, Randy! We miss you.

Sleeping Bear Dunes and Birthday Owls

This will be a longer post with lots of photos and dreamlike synchronicities. If you don’t like that sort of thing, you’ve been forewarned! Please feel free to pass over this one. For those of you who do like that sort of thing, here’s some of the story surrounding my birthday getaway to Sleeping Bear Dunes, about three hours north of us.

Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore seen from Empire Bluff

David and I did what we sometimes do — where we leave home Saturday morning and arrive back home Sunday evening. We find the energy up near Traverse City and Sleeping Bear Dunes so recharging that a single overnight feels like weeks of restoration. We usually stay in Traverse City but this time opted to stay at the M22 Inn at Suttons Bay. I didn’t think anything of it when I booked the reservations, because I simply clicked the link David sent me as a recommendation from his former coworker. When we got there, though, I recognized the synchronicity of M22 since my birthday is May 22.

The number 22 continued to show up throughout our trip, and not just because of Michigan’s famous Route M22. I also saw it on a woman’s sport sweatshirt, on mugs all around town, and a shopkeeper made a point of saying she and her husband “purchased this shop last Fall because of its 22 year success rate.” (More on that shop later!)

On Saturday, we had a decadent lunch at Poppycock’s and then wandered various shops in Traverse City. The energy felt a bit off to both of us, like we had grown beyond our former “happy place.” We haven’t been there since October 2019, which was also a good, but spooky weird trip!

This past week brought forth some very old energies that seem related to the upcoming New Moon. I sensed I was on the right track to pull a metaphorical Blue Angels maneuver rather than crash and burn, but the off energies in Traverse City encouraged me to do a birthday check-in on the way to the hotel. Unbeknownst to David, I said in my head, “OK, owls, I feel like I’m walking in the right direction, but I could use a sign to confirm that. Please let me know if I’m walking in the right direction and that I’m interpreting my dreams correctly.”

(In order for the rest of this post to make sense, you need to know that I have a long history with owls. They’re my totem animal, and they tend to appear as helpers and at major decision points in my life. When I see them, I know I’m on the right track. I’ve written about synchronous owls many times since an experience I had while recovering from my 1998 TBI, and a bunch of my owl stories are featured in their own chapter of Mike Clelland’s book “Stories from the Messengers.”)

Immediately — and I mean the very next moment — after asking the owls to confirm if I’m walking in the right direction, I turned my head to the right and saw a huge owl weather vane with an arrow pointing in the direction we were driving. “OK, message received! Thank you.” I thought that was the end of it. I got my confirmation. Now I could move on with the birthday celebration.

We arrived at the hotel, and I discovered that our accommodations turned into a little cabin facing the woods. It was just across the street from the Bay, so lots of water energy, but the door and window faced the woods. This building stood apart from the rest of the hotel, which had rooms lined up next to each other. Instead, we got the “cabin” I had really wanted to stay in for my birthday. It had wooden floors and rustic furniture, and the very same bedspread I put in one of the guest rooms of the Blue House I rented as an office, classroom and overnight lodging space for students, back when we lived in Goshen.

This felt like a magical blessing so soon after seeing the owl weather vane pointing in the direction we were already heading. The energy of our trip heightened to an almost giddy level. We decided to eat dinner in Suttons Bay, and it took awhile to get in somewhere. We got there just after 6 p.m., so all the stores were closed, but we window shopped as we waited for a text telling us our table was ready. Directly across from the restaurant, we saw this scene outside a store:

You can see how the area was roped off, but without going further in to the store’s entrance, we still saw a LOT of owls! I thought to myself, “Ohhhhhhh-kay! Thanks, Guys, message received 100-fold.” We didn’t plan to return to Suttons Bay the next day since we wanted to hike the Empire Bluff trail at Sleeping Bear Dunes. Again, I figured this was the end of this trip’s owls, because, wow, that was a lot of owls!

We had a hilarious dinner, the details of which I’ll spare you, but again, we remained giddy — grateful for our getaway and noting how even things that quasi-disappointed us somehow served as huge confirmation of our prior decisions. We thought of risks we took, as well as times we calculated not to do things. This trip confirmed a bunch of those, and we continued feeling more and more grounded, alongside our giddiness. As we walked past the store on the way to our car, David said, “Eventually, you’ll fall in love with one of those owls and bring him home with you.” I thought this was an odd thing to say, but kept that to myself.

The morning of my birthday, 5/22, I awoke from one of the most beautiful, affirming and joyful dreams I’ve ever had. I recorded that while David slept in, and then we had some organic gluten-free quiche we’d picked up the day before from Oryana Cafe at the Traverse City food co-op. Amazing stuff! While we ate, David surprised me by saying we would stop in Suttons Bay this morning, because, “You need to get one of those owls.”

I protested, saying, “I’m at Manifest Destiny with stuff. I don’t even know where I’d put it,” but David convinced me to go and at least check out the store. We walked up the pathway, and my mouth hung open:

It wasn’t just hundreds of owls — there were thousands of them! I said a quick, “If I’m meant to get one, make it obvious.” One owl stood off by itself, and my eye fell to it right after that request. I picked him up but then decided to put him down and take a photo to show my mom, who also loves owls. It’s the 8″ tall one in front. His face is so sweet that I couldn’t resist bringing him home.

We entered the store, and I saw more and more owls:

The store has all kinds of items in it, but everywhere I looked, my eyes landed on owls. As we checked out, we spoke with the shop owner who told us she and her husband purchased the store due to its 22 year long success rate. She said, “The owls carry the store.”

Eventually, we made our way to Sleeping Bear Dunes and started our hike. The name comes from a Native American myth, and this whole area feels steeped in those energies. David took a photo of me, and the shadows hitting my face shapeshifted me to an American Indian look. Normally, I’m a super pale white girl with red hair, so this image startled me.

We continued our walk through the magical woods. I felt a strong Faery presence right before seeing this Green Man stump:

David took some other photos of me along the way.

I really wanted a photo of us together, but he said, “I prefer being the man of mystery on your blog.” I reminded him that he has appeared on occasion, but he still said no. Then another couple approached us, and the woman cheerfully offered to take our photo together. We couldn’t refuse her smile, so we got this rare shot of us on Empire Bluff:

We hiked a little further, then wound our way back through the woods. I came upon this tree, and thought, “This is an owl spot. Owls hang out here. … You know, it would be REALLY affirming to see an owl in a tree — if it’s not too much trouble.”

I immediately heard in my head: “Look to your left.”

I turned and walked a few meters down a little path to my left and saw this:

As one of my friends said when I showed her these photos: “That’s LITERALLY seeing an owl in a tree! Spirit is hilariously « on the letter » sometimes!”

Uh huh.

The synchronicities continued, but I think you get the idea. 🙂 On our drive home, David and I commented on what a magical getaway we’d had. Just then, I happened to glance at the stereo, which seemed to agree:

When we arrived home, I had birthday gifts, cards and a Free People package awaiting me. The cards turned out to be owl cards, as did some of the presents. I opened the Free People package to find a belt I’d ordered awhile back. I folded it up vertically and did a double take:

Believe it or not, this was just a quick summary of some of the owl signs and synchronicities on my birthday weekend. All in all, I’d have to say I received STRONG confirmation from the owls that I’m “walking in the right direction.” It was a magical birthday and a lovely time away with David. I’m so grateful for my bizarre and blessed life!

Door Number 24: The Two of Cups Equinox Portal

Happy Autumn Equinox! (And Happy Spring Equinox to those in the Southern Hemisphere.) After nearly two months of creation, I finished “Door” Number 24 on 9/22/2020, Autumn Equinox.

The 22 and 24 numbers are significant for a variety of reasons. Originally, this patron wanted her portal to be Door Number 22. She wasn’t quite ready at that time, and the commissioned Justice portal came through in perfect timing to be number 22, with an 11-11 built into the image itself. I felt a little bad for bumping this Two of Cups portal back, but even commissioned pieces flow from dreams, visions and synchronicities. I don’t control the timing, but I trust it.

I received very strong instructions that I needed to paint The Magician portal as Door Number 23, so that it would be a 123 “door,” with the Magician’s Tarot number as 1 and the 23rd portal. That one also unfolded in perfect timing and was another very long trajectory from start to finish. I was “told” to paint over a spiral Sidhe glyph I’d done in early 2018, incorporating and layering Faery magic into a Tarot portal. At first I didn’t know why I was painting that one, only that my Dream Guys were most insistent that I do. So I did.

Finally, it came time to paint the Two of Cups portal for this person who’s long known she’d have me paint it for her. She kindly accepted the delay and only in retrospect realized how perfectly things organized themselves. Since we waited so long to begin, she symbolically ordered the oval on her birthday — July 24th — and had it shipped to me. I knew I couldn’t start working on it right away, but she wanted to enhance the birth energy by beginning on her birthday. Only after the fact did she realize the 24 connection to the 24th portal.

She gave me permission to share whatever wants to come through of this process, so I’ll include some of our back and forth as part of the write up. (I’m still keeping many details private, but this was such a magical unfolding across many months, two of them active coding and painting time.)

Comments she shared early on about the birch oval she chose as a kind of “porthole”:

I know we’re not there yet, but I wanted to make sure an oval is feasible.   Then once I found it and the symbolism for the birch, it all just kind of came together with the things I had already found, so I’m sending you my thoughts while it’s all still fresh.

… I looked up birch and it said regeneration, hope, new beginnings and the promise of things to come.   Carries ancient wisdom but appears forever young.

That excited me!  Dovetails nicely with the oval symbolism of rebirth, fertility and immortality. (I found that on an engagement ring site, by the way,  following your rule of going with the first search result.) It also said it stands as a sign of uniqueness and a zest for life. So both the birch and the oval tie in well with my chart and the death/rebirth/change/growth

On August 2, I wrote to her:

Your oval has arrived. I think it came yesterday, but with a shop name called Wooden Hare, I thought it was a gift from Tania, LOL! Just opened a stack of boxes this morning, and the oval is here. 🙂

Bringing Faery Twin Tania into the mix — even symbolically — just amplifies the magic, because she’s one of the most magical people I know. I didn’t think I’d have time to begin any time soon due to a busy session schedule and prior writing commitments, but the next day, I got nudged to do a tiny bit of coding on the portal and give it a Reiki Healing Attunement at the 11:59 a.m. (Eastern Daylight Savings Time) Full Moon on August 3. When I looked up transits after doing the attunement, I found that things aligned very precisely with the patron’s North Node and several other key relationship placements in her natal chart. I didn’t plan that. “They” did.

I gave the oval another Reiki Healing Attunement at noon on August 5, right when transiting Venus and the transiting North Node crossed paths. A powerful moment that seemed too perfect not to include in a Two of Cups portal intending a harmonious, loving, compatible and on path relationship. Those intentions are epitomized by Love Goddess Venus having a date with the North Node destiny point.

At some point — I think the August 18th New Moon — I gave it a third Reiki Healing Attunement after heavily coding the back of the portal using three different systems of Runes. This very slow process of back and forth emails and conversations about intentions, inner processing, receptivity and opening to change brought many possible portal quotes onto the back of the portal as coding, rather than a front quote.

We finally decided on a portal appropriate quote for the front, but on September 7, a dream informed me that the quote would be, “Let my love open the door to your heart” by Pete Townsend. OK, that actually would work much better because it directly referenced a door. She approved the change, and I asked if she wanted me to write the “to” as “2” as an echo of the Two of Cups energy. She went a step further and requested I use “2” and an UR Rune in place of “your.” We went back and forth, because there’s another Rune with a closer pronunciation to “your,” but she loved the UR symbolism.

I told her this would then link Door Number 24: The Two of Cups, with Door Number 16: UR ~ Not All Who Wander Are Lost, posted way back in March 2013. That “painting is dedicated to healing journeys of all sorts and features the UR Rune as an archway into a magical tree-scape. UR invokes healing of the root causes of any dis-ease or situation. Closely tied to the Mother aspect of a Mother-Father Divinity, UR also stirs ancient memories of a much deeper connection to Earth. The repeated sequence of Runes within the portal reminds us that infinite degrees of healing exist, so long as we continue on the journey.”

She loved the link to this portal, which, unbeknownst to her, also ties into a major dream I had on 1/23/2020 … 1/23/4, echoing the sense of going forward on an intertwined and magical journey. (Fun fact: it’s now my exact birth time as I type this — echoing the birth element of this portal.)

Around the time of this UR synchronicity, a female cardinal stared at me from the weeping cherry trees outside my office window, and my client told me of a magical encounter she had with a male cardinal singing to her at 11:11 a.m. as she contemplated the portal. When she returned inside it was 11:22, so another link her originally intended “22,” as well as the Door Number 22: Justice portal with its double 11’s.

Again, unbeknownst to her, this cardinal connected not only with the female staring at me, but with a male singing its heart out to me back on April 9, 2020, after major synchronicities on the 2-year anniversary of my NDE in Detroit. More rebirth energies. Oddly enough, I now see that the post I made about that experience includes a picture of the UR portal painting, so this is a double whammy of UR and everything connected with that portal.

I’m not going to include all the synchronicities, or this post will take forever to write, but the cardinal also linked into Door Number 15: The World Tree and the Norns. A splotch of red paint “accidentally” fell onto that canvas and because of the method I used to paint it, I needed to turn it into a cardinal. That “door” is about aligning with destiny — the Norns are the Norse equivalent to the Three Fates — so yet another layer of this North Node, destiny, Love Goddess, intertwined paths intention.

My client was extra pleased to hear that Door Number 15’s cardinal also links into Door Number 4: Four of Wands, aka “Karuna.” The Four of Wands is often considered a marriage card in the Tarot, and that portal had a similar thing happen with a white splotch of paint. I could not get the background yellows to match again, so I ended up needing to add a white dove overseeing the entire scene. This mysterious connection to additions of highly symbolic birds encouraged me to add a cardinal into Door Number 24, because she had already asked me to make a kind of Peaceable Kingdom around the more traditional man and woman.

It’s difficult to see in the photo, but, per her request, the cardinal sits above two hearts carved into the tree. She also requested an owl, a squirrel, a cat and dog, and we both had major synchronicities with a butterfly on the same day. The dog and cat are actually nods to her cat and dog. I had them cuddling and holding paws to echo the Two of Cups harmony energy. Since she’s a Leo, and her cat’s name is Leo, this also substituted for the sometimes inclusion of a lion above a caduceus.

She wanted the healing and Leo echoes, but not a caduceus, so I painted a twisted tree and her cat Leo instead. A caduceus represents healing, and synchronously, the day I finished painting Leo, the actual cat Leo was having a somewhat risky surgery. I’m happy to report, he came through it just fine! Maybe the portal helped him, too. In any case, here’s Leo snuggling with Hero, the dog.

Above you can also see one of many crystals on this portal. In addition to being the most heavily coded portal, this 9×12″ oval also features the most crystals of any portal. (Door Number 20: Oak, Ash and Thorn, aka The Isis Portal is a close second.) The black crystal “Faery door” in the tree is shungite, a highly purifying stone. It acts as a powerful filter of energies, water, emotions, and offers healing on physical, emotional, spiritual and even mental levels. Shungite’s origins are unknown, but some theorize this 90% carbon stone came from a meteorite. In any case, as soon as I affixed the shungite to the portal, the energy went wowzers. This felt like just the right stone to include as a filter for the most aligned, healing and “clean” relationship possible.

The Two of Cups Equinox Portal by Laura Bruno

Above, you can also see lots of peridot crystals (1:11 right now) attached as leaves of the tree. I took this photo yesterday to show her how the portal picks up light and glows from different angles. Peridot brings powerful energies of healing, forgiveness, protection and rejuvenation. I also liked that with its green color, peridot connects with Gemini’s emerald birthstone, but its connection to the Sun and royalty brings in a Leo element. This patron has a Leo Sun and a Gemini Moon, North Node, and Midheaven. A harmonious, loving, compatible relationship supports both Sun and Moon, and it also aligns with destiny and career. I didn’t put all that together when I bought a bag of tiny peridot pieces for the leaves, but in retrospect, it all worked out.

You can see from this outdoor image that I coded the portal along the “porthole” window into the Faery Realm, too. I wasn’t sure how to create the people, but they came through very Faery. She’s Celtic and wanted a Celtic feel, and she has red hair. She also has a close connection with St. Bridget/Goddess Brigid. Yesterday, she asked if I had included Brigid in some way, right before she realized, “You painted me as Brigid!” Indeed, the woman has many Brigid qualities, including the long red hair, and it turns out the man is wearing Brigid’s famous (and magical) green cloak.

The two tiny acorns painted into cups came from the original “seed” of this Two of Cups portal. Long ago, the patron found some double acorns, and she knew she wanted an oak tree in the painting. We went back and forth on how to include the acorns — at one point even thinking the whole portal would be acorns instead of people. Then, she kept adding and adding things she wanted to include into the portal and requested I somehow make the cups look like acorns.

While trying to figure out how to do this, I happened to be staring across the street and realized I was staring at an oak tree! I walked over there and found these two very tiny, yet perfectly sized, acorns under the tree. I realized I could paint the nuts blue like water — “my cup overfloweth” — and have the base of the acorns as the actual cups. She loved the idea, especially because it also connects to the idea of the Ace of Cups, which often features a cup overflowing. That’s one of the happiest cards in the Tarot deck, along with the Two of Cups and Ten of Cups. I showed her the link to the Ten of Cups portal, Door Number 8, and she felt thrilled to bring that vibration into this portal, too.

Before we started this process, she had “no idea how this works,” but by the end, she grew giddy with all the dreams, synchronicities and portal tie-in’s. I’ve watched her change as the portal unfolded, and yesterday sent her the outdoor images for approval. I noted I might have a couple touch ups but that I sensed I would finish on Fall Equinox. She thought that was the 23rd, but again, perfect timing when you let go of timing: I finished her door on the 22nd, so she got her intended 22 after all.

We agreed I would do another Reiki Healing Attunement at the exact moment of Equinox, 9:31 a.m. this morning. Last night, I awoke after just a couple hours with instructions to add even more Runic coding to the back of the portal. I had left a space for a hanging element; however, in the course of my painting, the patron decided to display the oval on a plate holder. Apparently, my Dream Guys wanted to take advantage of the extra spot for even more intentions coded onto the back.

I got up and recorded the English translation and then went back to sleep. I awoke this morning from SUCH a happy dream. Really high vibe and magical, related to the portal’s energy. I carefully coded the additions onto the back, and then something very strange occurred. I turned over the portal, and it was upside down!

This is very significant, because all along I had checked and double checked to make sure the coding and the portal faced the same direction. In other words, that the coding on the back was upright when the portal was upright. As of yesterday, this was still the case. I know this is true, because I had flipped it over many times in the process of creation, and it was always the same. Sometime between yesterday afternoon and whenever I finished the final coding, right before the moment Equinox, something very significant changed. A 180.

To me, this confirms the portal “worked.” With portal painting, I find the portals always do work — the intentions unfold, and they continue to play out years, even a decade down the road. Little things I didn’t realize were important in the doors will reveal themselves in key, related moments that cause me to go back to the original door, the original write up and go, “Whoa! Holy, moly, wowie, whoa!” To have all the coding somehow flip over to me seems like the portal opened, a timeline changed, or reality got very bendy to accommodate the sweet, loving, destiny level connection depicted in the portal.

I went to do the final Reiki Healing Attunement, right at Equinox, and I had a couple moments before 9:31. I thought I’d snap another photo. Here’s what came up:

Over and over, I tried to photograph the portal, and everything blended together in this energetic swirl of color. I wasn’t shaking, and this was not one photo. I tried taking many, and it reminds me of when I try to photograph the weeping birch focal point of my front garden. I know that tree is a gateway to Faerie, and sometimes, no matter how hard I try, if the energy’s really magical, I cannot for the life of me take a photo of that tree.

I began what I thought was the final Reiki Healing Attunement for this portal, but it turned into four simultaneous Reiki Healing Attunements. One for each Season, on this magical Wheel of the Year day of equal night and day. This four in one attunement took the total number of Reiki Healing Attunements up to magical number seven. Pythagoras considered seven so significant that anyone with Life Path Number 7 was automatically admitted to his Mystery School.

I don’t know what this means, but it seems important. I’ll be sending off the portal this afternoon. We agreed to have me write the post on the 22nd to honor more of the 22 energies she wanted in there, but also so that she has a description to refer to once she unpacks Door Number 24. I mean that in every sense of the phrase. There is MUCH to unpack with this portal. I feel truly honored to have painted it for her, and it’s been amazing to watch her shift and open through this process of creating a door to her sweetest dreams.

I’m not sure if it comes through in the photos, but in person, it really does feel sweet. Between all the animals, the Faery people, the tiny acorns and just knowing all the quotes, song lyrics, hopes and dreams she had me embed into her birch oval, the energy feels like a big heart-smile. Happy Equinox and thanks for sharing some of the journey with us!

Owls, Dragons and Zebra Elephants: when dreams spill into “real” life

Yesterday, we took a lovely morning walk along the shores of Lake Michigan in Van Buren State Park, which we had not visited since March 2018:

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It always feels so good to get in or near a large body of water, especially since I continue having disconcerting, yet encouraging dreams. Yesterday was no exception.

What’s weird is that the entire day ended up echoing a series of three dreams I had on 6/26/2020. One of those dreams featured a professor from Africa — a world renowned owl expert — and her daughter living in an apartment with cheerful pink bedspreads and a massive amount of zebras. When David and I saw this mural with the hot pink background, he wanted to take a photo since I kind of looked like I could be on safari anyway:

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Who knew the rare zebra elephant roamed so close to Lake Michigan?

I immediately flashed on my dream with the pink bedspreads and all the dramatic zebras, but I didn’t realize until later in the day how much 6/26/2020 dream bleedthrough the day had already been bringing. Continue reading

Door Number 21: The Hermit Portal

I finished painting this portal on May 14, 2020, right around the time Jupiter went retrograde. I needed to wait for paint and glue to dry, but mostly, I needed better light for photographing it. Michigan rivals the Pacific Northwest sometimes! I love the gloomy days, but they don’t make for good indoor photographs. This “door” has been knocking on my subconscious for months. I thought I’d begin the weekend of March 29th, tapping into the world’s pandemic “hermit” mode; however, when the world goes crazy, I get busy. I’ve had so many sessions that I didn’t even start working on it until the week of May 4th.

As usual with these portals, astrological timing superseded my own plans. May 4, 2020 marked the actual crossquarter day of Beltane, when the Sun crosses 15 degrees Taurus. Beltane is a fire and purification festival, and also one of two key times the trooping faeries change residence — the other being Samhain, on or near Halloween. Even before I knew much about astrology, the doors — literal then, now sometimes canvas with painted doors — either featured astrological signatures or began or finished on key dates like Easter Sunday or Pentecost. This Hermit portal is Door Number 21:

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The bottom isn’t crooked like it looks. I just can’t get it to photograph or crop right on my phone. The bottom and right edges are gray and the darker blue. The lighter blue is the wall behind it in my office. For some reason, whenever I try to photograph doors or canvases, something weird happens with the angles. By now, I’m used to it, but just to clarify, the portal itself ends with the gray rock and dark blue sky. Continue reading

Precognitive Blues, Part 3: Astrology, Card Divination, and Spirit Animals

If you’ve not read the first two parts, you can click through to Precognitive Blues, Part 1: Dreams, Warnings and Blessings and Precognitive Blues, Part 2: Guilt, Law of Attraction, and Meanings that Change Over Time. You don’t need to read these posts in order, but this one references the earlier posts, so I’ll link for context. At this point, I feel this will be the second last post in the series, but even with strong intuition and foresight, who really knows?! And when?

The most annoying and pressing question around suspected precognition is: how do I know what’s true?

Dreams can be symbolic, literal and/or both. So can signs and synchronicities. Even in retrospect, we cannot know the full meaning of any vision, dream, relationship or event, because life continues to radiate around and through us, backwards and forwards, breathing in and out until we die. After death, some kind of “life” continues — at least according to the various “dead” loved ones who appear in dreams or sessions and give credible warnings and advice. The Ancient Celts took life after death and reincarnation so seriously that you could legally carry a debt (even a financial one) into the afterlife. In a never-ending story, how can we establish the “ultimate” truth and meaning with any certainty?

That said, people who sometimes (or often) experience prophetic dreams and/or the clair’s, cannot just ignore their messages, because those messages tend to get more, not less insistent. Ignorance=ignore-ance. There are two types: the kind where you don’t know any better, or the kind where you pretend you don’t see what you see. Denial: where you try to convince yourself that you don’t know what you do know in your gut, your third eye and/or your heart of hearts. Willful ignorance precedes a rude awakening. How much more so with willful ignore-ance! See Precongitive Blues, Part 1 for details.

Using Astrology for Discernment:

“Astrology is a language. If you understand this language, the sky speaks to you.”
~ Dane Rudhyar Continue reading

Clairaudience, Clairvoyance, Clairsentience, and Claircognizance

This post began as “Precognitive Blues, Part 3: Astrology, Tarot, Synchronicity, and the Trickster.” My description of “The Clair’s” grew so long that it demanded its own post before Part 3 shows up. (I also discovered a Part 4, so that series will continue until I learn otherwise. You can find Part 1 here, and Part 2 here.)

By “The Clair’s,” I Mean:

Clairaudience: hearing sounds or words beyond “normal” frequency, usually with greater insights into the apparent reality. Telepathy and animal communication also fall under the heading of clairaudience.

In sessions, for me, clairaudience comes as a specific word, name or phrase, either right before the call, when I scan a client, or as the client speaks. Sometimes what they don’t say shouts much louder than their voice. Other times it comes to me as a kind of stage whisper or voiceover. When I bring up the word, name or phrase, it clicks in all sorts of insights for the person.

Clairaudience happens to me outside of sessions, too, but at least in a session I have permission to share intuitive hits! Not everyone welcomes that information, and conversations with liars or those in denial become especially boisterous inside my head. When someone lies to me, the true words echo louder and louder until I need to decide what to do with them. In the absence of “real world” evidence, it feels nasty to accuse someone of lying. For this reason, I do my best to avoid habitual liars or those in deep denial.

Fruitless confrontation or blaming myself for having “negative thoughts about someone” feels bad either way. Autoimmune reactions are very common in this scenario! I have many, many clairaudient Lyme clients turning against themselves their anger, frustration and negative thoughts about the narcissists or gaslighter’s in their lives.

It takes courage to allow yourself to live and hear from a place of truth rather than beating yourself up because you hear something so different from the spoken words. Of course, this creates other complications: if you suspect you have clairaudient awareness, then you need to make sure you examine your own Shadow and projections. An old post called “Rejection, Projection and Reflection,” can help with this.

My favorite method of clairaudience occurs most mornings in the hypnagogic state between sleep and waking. I hear song lyrics or a melody. When I search the full lyrics of those songs I find exact answers to my questions or concerns.

This can also happen with “radio roulette” where songs playing in stores or the car shock you awake because they seem to answer an internal question you just asked. The “random” play of Pandora, Alexa, or Spotify gives recently passed loved ones a way to send love or other messages to those they left behind. This is very, very common! Although not technically clairaudience (since the music plays in “normal reality”), the messages coming through the music bring a deeper resonance and awareness than ordinary listening. If this happens to you, you’ll sense it: goosebumps, an inner “Whoa!” or a delightful wonder help to flag clairaudient messages. If you keep hearing the same song over and over, you might also want to explore why. Continue reading

Comment Bump Up from the Mike Clelland interview of Laura Bruno

This is a comment bump up from the post of Mike Clelland’s interview of me on Whitley Strieber’s Unknown Country. (You can read what I had to say about that interview here.)

The comments are all very supportive and excited, until September 7, when reader William C says:

Michael, forgive me, but I cannot believe you take all these New Age practitioners seriously and give them a public forum. Lyme disease is a horrible disease. To equate it to some sort of spiritual awakening is almost obscene. But hey, I was trounced on Whitley’s forum for not being a New Ager, since I guess that is a prerequisite around here. Really sad.

Something led me to pop over to the interview page today, and I happened to see the comment. I felt it important to reply there, and also to share the exchange here, for clarity:

I’m sorry you feel that way, William. I can assure you that I in no way trivialize the horrible experiences of my Lyme clients. I nursed my (then) husband through Chronic Lyme, and I also survived my own infection with Lyme. It IS a brutal, existentially crushing disease, and I do not take that lightly.

The emails I receive from people who’ve read my writings on Lyme disease, as well as comments from clients with advanced, Chronic Lyme, share a sense of relief, a “clicking in,” profound gratitude, and a feeling of finding the blessings and especially the Meaning within the trauma. It’s like Victor Frankl’s ability to survive his concentration camp experience by finding meaning.

Those I know who have completed the “initiation” for lack of a better term, are living deeper, more joyful and meaningful lives than they ever imagined they could prior to Lyme. That in no way invalidates the journey or the scars they acquired along the way, but those soul wounds also triggered much deeper healing and inner peace.

I realize how from a superficial look, other people would consider me a New Ager, but I am actually NOT a proponent of New Age fluffy luv-n-lite. I find it toxic, disabling and disempowering, but I’ve learned not to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Some tools and concepts, taken much deeper, can heal in profound and loving ways. “Know thyself” is powerful advice and balm, and sometimes it helps to have someone reflect that self back to you. I consider this sacred work, and I wish you well.

Peace,

Laura

UPDATE 9/9/19 Comment Bump Up from the comments to this post on my blog:

I define “New Age” as diluted and distorted Mystery Teachings that people swallow because of the “truth signature” while not discerning that there may be poison and lies tagging along for the ride. At its worst, luv-n-lite callously victim-shames and/or spiritually bypasses opportunities for real growth. True Love and True Light nurture and heal, whereas New Age platitudes act more like a sugar rush and/or superfoods laced with toxic heavy metals. Not a fan!

Interview on “The Unseen” with Mike Clelland: Healing, owls and UFO’s with Laura Bruno

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I’m so excited that Mike Clelland has this entire interview posted online! (Originally, it was only going to be the first half for everyone and then the second half for members of the Unknown Country website. It does have some sponsorship ads, which you can fast forward over. I’m just happy for Mike making it available to more people.)

I loved this conversation! Between this interview, his research for my chapter in his book, Stories from the Messengers, our email exchanges, and some other phone conversations, Mike has a way of getting information out of normally very private me.

The interview begins with a story I’ve told many times — how I got into doing Medical Intuitive readings — but then we go places I don’t normally talk about in a public way. We cover some of my experiences with owls, precognitive dreams, and even a very rarely told UFO/lightning strike story.

Then we get into Reiki, astrology and life path topics, both mine and Mike’s. He happens to be living his life path, which includes doing these very deep sorts of interviews. I always enjoy interacting with Mike, but every single time, I have to laugh afterwards: “I told him what?!” This interview is no exception. It has things in it that I had literally thought, “If I ever share this, it will be in thirty years.” Haha, joke’s on me: that Mike Clelland knows how to get the information out of me!

Anyway, here’s the interview. It’s pretty wild, but I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

The Lion Dream

On May 9, I mentioned having some powerful dreams right when the Moon conjuncted my natal Mercury at 4 degrees Gemini. I had one and then another three-part dream, which I recorded right afterwards and shared with a few friends. I had not planned to post details here, except my sweet Faery Twin Tania Marie mentioned having a similar dream in the comments of today’s post about July’s astro energies.

Tania shared: “interesting mars in leo connection to last night’s dream of a male lion following/coming at me (not threatening, but definitely getting my attention). weird that in dream i say to myself, this is the second time a lion comes at me in a dream – but i don’t actually remember dreaming of this another time. 🙂 good stuff”

me: “Remember, though, I had that amazing dream about the giant male lion a couple months ago! Maybe that’s what you were thinking about. 🙂 I had a dream on the weekend where people were turning into cats standing on two legs. They would eat one bird and then change back into people. It wasn’t violent–more surreal. Wild stuff. 🙂 ”

Tania: “hmmm, interesting. that could be. didn’t remember your dream. i think i may have had a lioness once, and the white jaguar. it was very clear to me when the lion came at me, that i’d seen this before and was being told it was second time. so could be bleed through of yours, or i’ve actually had it before in a dream state i just don’t remember and now am with the trigger again. in either case, very cool! since we’re twins it makes sense. your dream is wild for sure with cat people 😉 ”

me: “In my dream, I actually had the same thing happen where the huge lion walked across our patio, and I ‘heard’ ‘this is a miracle. remember this’ and then I had three, back to back recurring dreams where the lion came up in memory in the dream. It was significant, and it also bled through … . In my dream, it was like an Aslan figure. I used to have cat dreams ALL the time– tigers, jaguars, shapeshifting people into tigers, cougars … but until the lion dream I hadn’t had any for many years. Then this weekend I had the cat-people dream. 🙂 ”

This synergy of lion dreams leads me to share both the comment exchange and my dream here in case it holds broader messages for other people.

Shortly after my lion dream (below), I emailed Timothy Glenn, who was part of the dream, and it turned out the timing and events were highly synchronous to real time events in his own life. My recent cat dream, along with Tania’s lion dream with similar “remembering” effects, seems timely once again, so here’s my three-part lion dream: Continue reading