Posts Tagged ‘Faeries’

Farewell, Sweet Friend!

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It’s funny, but of all the the beings, plants, trees, furniture, and decorations we’re leaving behind, I will miss her most. This sweet faery has been with me since 2004 or 2005. She used to have a crystal ball, which almost immediately broke so that she could have a flower full of stones to hold. I don’t even know how many times she’s moved with me — I think 13 moves, including across the country in 2010.

I don’t know her name even after all this time, but she houses an actual faery. Others have seen her essence, too, including Continue reading

Tania Marie and Me: Equinox Visit and Cosmic Adventures with Our D’s ~ Part 2

Continuing on from where we left off in Part 1, Tania Marie, our Dave/David’s and I found ourselves at Cave of the Mounds — a stunning, prehistoric, subterranean world, carefully preserved since its discovery in 1939. You can see just a small selection of David’s photos from our guided tour below:

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Someone kindly managed to snap a photo of the four of us, quite the feat with everything either pitch black or brilliantly highlighted:

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Above ground we found butterfly and herb gardens, the top of a huge sinkhole we saw from below, and various trails “through time.” David caught Tania and me hamming it up as we “stopped to smell the roses.”

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After Cave of the Mounds, we faeries couldn’t resist going to nearby Mount Horeb, “the troll capital of the world!” Here we are on Trollcam, showing off Tania’s matching key tattoo:

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Since he missed our prehistoric peeps photo, we asked David to rest with us awhile on this kindly troll’s bench:

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Afterwards, we did some shopping, and then look who we saw on our way back home:

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We returned to their “Magick Bus” RV, where the guys took a Wisconsin brew break with New Glarus Indigenous IPA, while Tania and I enjoyed Live soda flavored kombuchas. Who knew cola and root beer could be so healthy?! Vegan pizza and salads followed at Roman Candle Pizzeria.

With our time together winding to a close, we realized we had not gotten any photos of baby Cosmo with “Auntie Laura,” so we all gathered again at the Magick Bus the next morning. Tania made smoothies from the greens I’d harvested from our garden, and we spent quality time with the world’s snuggliest rabbit. You could call this photo T.L.C.:

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Our 11 a.m. checkout time loomed near, so we said our goodbye’s and headed our separate ways — Tania and Dave West to Iowa, and David and me to meet our Madison friends for lunch before heading East to Goshen. We’ve already got some ideas in the works for the next trip, but with the four of us very much in flux and synchronicity so obviously at play in our lives, time and sync winks will tell where and when we meet again. I was telling David on the way home just how grateful and lucky I feel to have such a loving romantic partnership with him and such a deep, beautiful friendship with Tania … and now we both know and love Tania’s Dave, as well. So much laughter and love:

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Portals, Numbers and Falling Doors

I’m not entirely sure what to make of today’s post, but third time’s the charm, so I decided to share some of the strange goings on with portals, energies and falling doors at Faery Hof. The synchronicities have been over the top, as have the recent collective energies, which we are all processing in our own ways. I know David and I are in a period of major shift as we wind up our time in Goshen, and I know these painted portal doors are powerful. They always work, often very fast, and are coded for specific results as well as the highest good of all involved, not just human-centric.

Each door contains a personal prayer, as well as a collective offering. I’ve had some of them for nearly seven years, but I painted most in 2010, during my nine months in my ninth floor tower apartment two blocks from Lake Michigan in Hyde Park, Chicago after my divorce and subsequent return to the Midwest following a nine year stint moving around the most beautiful locations of the Pacific Northwest, Southwest, and Northern and Central California. Yes, lots of nines! Landing in that apartment was its own layered and seemingly destined event. If interested, you can read about my Chicago Moving Story and the Mother Lode of Doors here, but it’s enough to know about the nines and that the apartment I was directly led to by dreams, intuitive instructions and synchronicity just happened to be right under an attic full of doors that had been waiting there for five years per the new building owners’ instructions that their purpose would someday reveal itself.

I recently mentioned how I’m in a nine year on multiple levels of my astrological chart, nine being the number of the Hermit. Nine also features prominently in our address, but I won’t post those details here. In addition to the Hermit, nine is associated with Odin’s nine nights on the tree, as described in Odin’s Rune Song, which details how he hung on “the windswept tree” for “nine full nights,” sacrificing himself to himself until he noticed the Runes scattered below him. From his fasting, solitude and upside down perspective, he suddenly made sense of the Runes, spontaneously understanding them and claiming their wisdom and powerful energy as his own.

Anyway, there’s some background on the doors. They’re powerful, intriguing to visitors and blog readers, and they’ve done their job, usually with powerful synchronicities and changes. Until recently, though, they’ve existed in the background. They haven’t moved of their own accord, and I always considered them symbolic doors, painted spells, and/or energy portals to preferred realities. I don’t know if it’s the potent energies of 2016, the increased energies emanating from my garden, or an amplification of major inner transformation literally moving solid reality, but recently, these doors have begun to move.

On April 19, 2016, in a post called “Sync Winks and Faery Portals,” I shared a bizarre (even for me) experience with Door Number 17 ~ Elen of the Ways. The post itself contains an intertwined series of synchronicities and a strange “fall” down our steps in the wee hours of the morning. It’s long and involved, but to summarize briefly, instead of falling straight down the steps, I somehow pivoted in midair and literally flew into the door to left below:

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The door you see to the right is the one in front of our steps. In order to “fly” into the white door — designed as a portal into Faerie, as well as a prayer for “sustainable sovereignty” in our world –I was somehow carried and turned so that I landed by body slamming the door almost as though walking through the doorway, but it was solid. Miraculously, I received no injuries.

I had just been wondering, “Where will we move when we’re finally done our time in Goshen?” I know I’ve got a contract with this land, and David and I had earlier been discussing how I might as well just continue to dive into the gardens here until I’ve completed the transformation. I had forgotten a message from 2014 that I am opening a faery portal here with all the land healing, flowers, trees and sacred work I do on these two yards. Around the same time, I received a vision of David and me as very, very old people, sitting happily by a fire in what feels like Ireland but might be the actual faery realm. This has remained a steady vision of mine for years now, popping up when least expected, but I wasn’t thinking about it at all [that night].

Anyway, after asking that question, I floated/body slammed into a faery door with the address at the top of 444.

I eventually went back to bed, tossing and turning for awhile and then finally sleeping just long enough to awaken at 4:44 a.m., about 21 minutes before David’s alarm was due to go off. Note the address on Door Number 17: 444. You can read the synchronous story of that door’s creation by clicking here, but I didn’t notice the 444 sync wink until several more synchronicities prompted me to take a photo of it to share in [the April 19th post]. If I explain all the synchronicities, including a photo of me from March 2016 and a Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle card, today’s post will never get to the most recent events, so for now, please just note my strange intersection with a 444 door and then happening to look at the clock at 4:44 a.m. as the next clock time I saw:

According to Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101 book, “444 means that the angels are with you. It’s a comforting reminder from heaven, reassuring you that your prayers have been heard and answered, and that you are being helped, watched over, and protected by God’s angels.” The bottom quote of this 444 door offers Rumi’s quote: “Love says, ‘There is a way. I have traveled it thousands of times.'”

Fast Forward to Summer Solstice 2016, when another door dramatically reaffirmed its presence by toppling over right after I opened our curtains. Note that I did not actually touch the door when I opened the curtains, and I have done that same act without incident for over two years since we first hung those curtains. Door Number 6 ~ Freya and Frigga,Door Number 6 ~ Freya and Frigga, a door featuring goddesses involved with reweaving destiny … a door that originally hijacked my creative process and inserted itself ahead of Door Number 7 ~ The Lovers …this 1111 portal door on which I had been painting the golden sun drop tears when an intuitive voice told me to go join Facebook right then and there, an action that directly led to my meeting and eventually getting together with David after a fractal of absurd and mind boggling synchronicities … this door …

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…crashed down of its own accord on Summer Solstice 2016:

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Again, no damage to me or the door, but it certainly caught my attention! Tania and I had been texting about intensities happening with her beloved and magical rabbit companion, who was very ill, and we sensed very close to transitioning. The falling portal door seemed like the end of an era, but also the opening on a new one. Joy passed the next day.

In addition to the Full Moon on Solstice and the potency surrounding Joy’s shift, which revealed enormous growth and peace for Tania, I found it interesting that this door crashed down/”broke on through to the OtherSide” right after I had been doing some massive work around a pivotal event in my childhood. Synchronously, my mom’s house –the house where this still not fully understood cosmic, future setting event happened –also sold right at Solstice. The quote on the front of the door reads, “There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.” ~ Graham Green.

The back of the door, revealed by the fall, features … Odin’s Rune Song! (Yes, all those nines are still at it … and the 1111 door fell at 8:11 or 9:11. I honestly cannot remember which at this time. Either way, we have an 1111 door falling at the 11th minute and if 9:11, then we have another 11 when we add the digits.) The back of the door also has some Hebrew on it, which I don’t recall painting, but which an Orthodox Jewish friend of mine traced to a VERY obscure announcement of liberation. The bottom panel has a chant to the Goddess in her many forms.

Anyway, that was Summer Solstice 2016. I did not feel led to post about that falling door until two nights ago, Door Number 7 ~ The Lovers moved almost of its own accord. I say “almost,” because I did somehow manage to catch a blanket on the door and, tugging it, apparently pulled the door down on top of me while in bed. I have never caught a blanket or pillow before, and I really don’t know how that happened this time, but somehow it did. This is the heaviest of all the doors, so I positioned it so that if it ever did fall, it would not hit my head. I don’t need anymore head injuries! We usually stack extra throw pillows and blankets on the stool next to the door, which you can see below:

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Note the 222 address, as well as the fact that this door got a January 2015 update of the red panel that now reads “Gaia” and includes the Celtic symbols “Wheel of Being” and “Destiny Knot” that represent harmony and a reweaving of destiny. The bottom quote reads: “Between God and the soul, there is no between.” ~ Julian of Norwich.

Apparently, between Lovers Door and body, there is also no between, and I’ve got the bruise to prove it:

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As gruesome as that looks, I feel no pain in my arm unless someone really pushes the bruise. Despite my yank of the mysteriously caught blanket, the door seemed to fall in slow motion. I definitely felt it land, as the bruise reveals; however, like other experiences of my life that could have (by all rational accounts should have) resulted in very serious injury, this falling door did not crash anywhere near as hard as it could have. After waking David to help me lift it off me (it did not even make a noise as it “crashed”), I went downstairs to get some homeopathic arnica to take internally along with the external gel I had already applied. The clock downstairs read 2:22. So, here we have a third odd experience with a door, followed by seeing the door’s address echoed in the next glance at a clock.

According to Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101, angel message of 222 means “Trust that everything is working out exactly as it’s supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.” Um, okay, then! All those things I’ve set in motion and sensed moving behind the scenes — are apparently moving.

Also interesting is that as soon as the door fell and while I waited for David to wake up, I began hearing the mantra painted on the back of the door ~ a mantra invoking “the divine manifestations of the sacred union of masculine and feminine properties.”David and I have been experiencing positive recalibrations of many things in recent months, including a deeper balance and strengthening of the masculine and feminine qualities in ourselves and with each other. I know others — including my faery twin soul sister Tania and her Dave — who have felt the same uptick in mutual creation, focus, support, shared experiences, partnership and manifestation.

As with the story of my first “fall” into the 444 door, followed by seeing 4:44 on the clock and then having over the top synchronicities directly involving and mentioning portal doors, yesterday, David and I just happened to watch “The Adjustment Bureau,” a movie that just happens to feature main character named “David,” major synchronicities, deepening love, and … portal doors!

All I can say is that the doors have my attention. I will continue to take seriously the “Gatekeeper” and “Invitation to Faery” cards I keep pulling from Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle, both about portals, and I will continue to listen to the Four of Swords card (need for meditation/retreat) and the Moon (intuition, “stay on your path for safety”) cards I frequently pull from the Tarot. “The Adjustment Bureau” offers a great deal of insight into the concepts of Destiny, path, free will, portals and the ability of Love to alter reality. Plenty to continue pondering in my nine year at Faery Hof, Haus Am See and the gardens.

Happy Full Moon, Blessed Be … and be the blessing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Indiana: The Wasteland and The Grail

This past weekend, David and I took a mini-getaway for his birthday. Our ultimate destination was Turkey Run State Park in West Central Indiana, but we decided to go via Lafayette, home of Purdue University — mostly because it afforded the most gluten-free, organic and/or vegan dining options. I had read that Lafayette and West Lafayette have the highest density population of anywhere in Indiana, so we prepared ourselves for hustle bustle, despite our intention to relax and go with the flow.

After years of caring for David’s parents and more recently my own, this was our first non-family, non-must-do-event getaway in as long as we can remember. No plans other than a 6:45 dinner reservation at Restauration and prepaid hotels in Lafayette on Saturday and at Turkey Run Inn on Sunday. Imagine our surprise when we arrived in Lafayette to find it almost completely deserted. Purdue must be out of session, because we saw hardly any students and even fewer adults. We actually referenced the Twilight Zone on several occasions, because the streets were that empty!

We checked into the Baymont and received an immediate upgrade to a corner room with a king bed. We had stocked up our cooler for the rest of the trip at the Mishawaka Whole Foods (which David helped open in 2013) and planned to wander around Lafayette art galleries and quaint shops, but we found most of them closed. With unexpected time before our dinner reservation, we headed over to Clegg Botanical Gardens, just outside of town. Reviews warned that it was more of a “nature trail” than a formal European garden, but that suited us just fine. The hills and dramatic views of Wildcat Creek cleared our heads and made me smile. Although we only spent about 20 minutes on steep steps and a winding trail, we felt the industrial views and dilapidated buildings of our trip there — and daily life in Goshen — fade away. I felt water begin to pour into my soul.

When we arrived back in Lafayette a mere 45 minutes later, the city suddenly seemed fully inhabited! Nary a parking space anywhere. All the restaurants were full, and we needed to tap our parking angel connections to make our reservation on time. More Twilight Zone jokes: when did they all land? As became a theme on this getaway, we got seated in the furthest away corner table, snugly tucked into our own universe. We enjoyed the food — mostly local, mostly organic/heirloom, with numerous vegan and gluten-free options, organic hard cider, and homemade bread from Einkorn wheat. It didn’t knock-our-socks-off, but we didn’t care. As we decompressed over dinner, we realized just how difficult the past three years have been for both of us, and we realized that we have made it through. We can feel the restoration after a very long time in the Wasteland.

I mentioned to David how many synchronicities I’ve had lately surrounding the Grail story. It seems everything that crosses my path somehow references the tale in new, deeply resonant ways. Sharon Blackie’s book, “If Woman Rose Rooted,” explores this ancient Celtic story in both its sanitized and Christianized forms, as well as its wilder forms — recognizing the Wasteland of what humanity has done to our Earth and our responsibility (and ability) to re-enchant the world. I highly recommend this book for both men and women, btw, since it reveals how the sacred masculine needs the divine feminine principle in order to return to its own balance. Sharon’s book interweaves her own story with that of many inspiring and deeply rooted women. Various iterations of the Grail story punctuate the cloth like repeating jeweled colors and patterns of a rich tapestry.

In any case, I fell asleep on Saturday night after reading another Celtic retelling of the Grail with women as its sacred protectors … and with its mythological connection between abusive, disrespectful patriarchal leadership and barren land. So often when I look upon the once tree covered Indiana, my heart and soul weep for this very same situation. Our world faces so many ecological crises, but the flat, industrialized, blight ridden, grey, dilapidated, toxic and ugly assault me whenever I leave my faery haven cocoon. Fortunately, the restoration of our Land continues, inspired by the complete contrast and a sense of urgency that I feel bubbling up not only from my soul but from the Land itself.

Because we live in a beautiful little house, with a beautiful and colorful magical office house next door and beautiful, lush, abundant gardens everywhere around and in between, I tend to lose sight of what I’ve done in three years. Only when I leave this sacred, healing spot does the harshness of Northern Indiana yank the magic carpet from beneath my soul until I remember that I’m the one who flies. I’m the one restoring this land, nurturing perennials, bulbs and fruit trees, planting native wildflowers, and designing sacred”rooms” inside and out.

Our drive to and around Lafayette reminded me, yes, of what feels so offensive to the inner artist in me, but it also registered possibilities. As we drove through neighborhood after gardenless, unlandscaped neighborhood, I began seeing gardens everywhere. “Do you realize how beautiful this world could be, David?! Do you realize how much food we could grow and how lovely it would all become?” When he mentioned poverty of both pocketbook and spirit, I wondered aloud, “Yes, but what if those come from a lack of imagination, a lack of vision? What if planting flowers and throwing colorful paint on old buildings could charm the poverty away? What if getting hands in the dirt really did heal depression like scientific studies continue to show?” Re-enchantment.

The next day we drove the hour to Turkey Run State Park. It was too rainy to go to the reportedly quieter Shades State Park, since that one can become treacherous in wet weather, so we got to Turkey Run Inn early. Once again, we found our room ready and tucked away in a quiet corner. My friend Dana from The Druid’s Garden had told me months ago that she had experienced one of the most sacred spots on Earth ever — not just in Indiana — at Turkey Run, and my soul hungered to feel in real life (not just my imagination) that deep, restorative healing it craved from Nature.

Despite all my gardening –and in all our travels I discovered that I actually have the most extensive garden I’ve seen for hundreds of miles and many towns in multiple states– I frequently feel starved for Nature in Northern Indiana. Instead of receiving from the Earth as I have in so many of my homes, with few exceptions, Goshen feels like everything I enjoy here, I made or co-created myself, usually through passionately love-filled vision and hard work. People appreciate the effort, but I knew I needed to replenish all the energy going out of me since we moved here in November 2 012. For months, I’ve anticipated this trip, expecting to feel cleansed by Nature’s holiness.

And quiet.

We arrived on Mother’s Day, which was maybe not the best planning, but synchronously, this experience triggered massive downloads and focus, so no mistake. When we began our hike, I immediately noticed the crowds. I don’t do crowds, so they seemed even larger than they probably were. At first, I assumed my ears deceived me about the volume of noise. “Don’t be so picky, Laura, that’s just a bird squawking in the distance. Nature’s not silent. Try to enjoy all Her creatures.” As we continued our walk, though, I found that in fact, those squawks were not birds, but children. Shrieking, yelling, rambunctious kids.

Again, I tried to talk myself out of my sense impressions. “Laura, it’s Mother’s Day. They’ve chosen to celebrate by bringing their kids in Nature. Chill out.” As the volume increased, we stopped at a sign describing how Turkey Run exists as a preservation of life on Earth 20,000 years ago. Microclimates offer enormous diversity in such a small area of land, and this spot stands alone outside the rest of the similar areas in Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan. David lovingly calls Turkey Run, “The Indiana Dells.”

The sign’s reverence for the unique and sacred aspects of this park warmed my heart. Instead of simply saying, “Stay on the trails,” the sign explained how “the greatest threat to this 20,000 year old preservation is you,” going on to note how park visitors’ actions can change the delicate balance required to maintain this Land. In addition to not trampling delicate flora, signs carefully explained all sticks should be left in place to decompose and add to the soil’s fertility.

With that in mind, we turned a curve to find the source of much of the squawking. Pre-teen boys covered in mud ran recklessly around a bridge and stream. They had huge sticks and smashed them — loudly and aggressively — in the water, while their father egged them on. Passersby with children allowed their own children to join the fray, climbing boulders and shouting from the top, splashing mud on themselves and others, yelling to each other from dozens of yards away or up close. Volume had nothing to do with proximity. I covered my ears and tried to identify one set of parents to connect with to begin to turn the tide, but the volume continued to rise and rise until my head began to spin.

“This is worse than a Walmart,” I said to David.

“The irony,” he said, “if that no one would act like this in Walmart.”

“It’s like screaming in a cathedral,”I whispered — outraged, as I knew we just happened to be standing right in the most sacred spot that Dana had mentioned. It looked truly magical. How could these children and their parents be so oblivious to the wonder here?!

“I didn’t come all this way to experience a Chuck E. Cheese or bumper car birthday party.”

“It’s Mother’s Day,” said David, hopping off to take some photos.

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I continued covering my ears, because the sounds of the yelling echoed in the canyon walls, amplifying each voice as more families began to arrive and thoughtlessly smash sticks on the rocks and water. It was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever pondered the virtues of population control and plagues, and doing so felt as horrible as the shattered dream of sitting near a waterfall or spring and just communing with our real Mother … Mama Earth. Seriously, how could so many people come to such a gorgeous, sacred place and desecrate it? I’m usually so optimistic about humanity’s ability to turn things around, but I began having serious doubts on Sunday.

Thankfully, David insisted we keep walking, even when that walk turned to the “rugged” portion of the trail. I was so frazzled from the shouting that I did not trust my balance on a slippery, narrow rock ledge covered with moss, but my Taurus David had set his mind on reaching “The Punch Bowl.” I could either remain at the bottleneck of screaming, splashing pre-teens, or I could slip and slide my way through to the next phase. I used to rock climb, and those skills returned as the waterfall’s roar covered the human shouts.

David planned to turn around after “The Punch Bowl,” but I told him I could not face returning to that bedlam. My soul needed quiet, and as we began to get a little bit, my prayers became more focused. “Please, please, please, lead us somewhere peaceful and restorative.”

David went down to the Punch Bowl, and I climbed up a path to sit at the top of the waterfall he wanted to photograph. While there, the water washed away my earlier frustration and soothed the raw nerves. A warbler began to chirp on a nearby tree, and from the spring that fed the waterfall, I felt a strong Mother presence holding space for me, as my soul unwound. Un-twined, but also unwound as in un-wounded, un-hurt itself. I felt my soul heal by those holy waters.

Having passed the slippery threshold, we agreed to walk this longer, more rugged path in order to experience the quiet restoration we came here to receive. The rest of the journey did not disappoint, and several historical markers along the way revealed that the horror, outrage and sorrow I felt at desecrating the sacred actually helped to birth this park and the entire Indiana State Parks System. I found communion with the humans who recognized the beauty and power of this place and who did something to preserve it. Perhaps I will tell that story in depth another time, as this post grows long, but suffice to say, the people who created and maintain Turkey Run State Park are deeply reverent, soulful beings who honor the Waters and the Land. I felt humbled and inspired.

We returned to our room for a snack and lazy afternoon nap, then wandered out to Sunset Point at day’s end. I expected to find a crowd there, too, but David and I found ourselves alone with the woods, taking a magical walk at twilight.

After our cooler saved dinner, we talked and read in bed for awhile, both feeling freshly washed by our day outside. I continued to read “If Women Rose Rooted” and came upon the Breton version of Arthurian legends and the Grail. I have a special connection to Brocéliande due to a faery who visited our yard in 2014 and helped with the landscape design (its own long story!). In any case, I again fell asleep thinking and dreaming of the Grail. The next morning I realized I was a day behind in Celtic Spirit: Daily Meditations for the Turning of the Year. As usual, the delay proved synchronous, since May 8 just happened to discuss not only the Grail but ways in which we can ask for the Grail to help restore whatever exists as a Wasteland in our lives or communities. Sharon Blackie had just been urging a similar process in “If Women Rose Rooted.”

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I immediately presented my own need for healing as it relates to healing our Land in Goshen, and then Indiana at large. This state once housed the most magnificent trees! If not for people like state parks creator Richard Lieber and writer and activist Juliet Strauss, the rest of Indiana might have fallen to the timber companies devouring everything in sight. If not for those of us in Goshen loving the Land, planting trees, supporting the farmers market and creating and supporting the Arts, Goshen would not be bubbling forth with new, fresh waters of life. If not for people doing similar things in other spots, our entire Earth would turn into corporate cookie cutter buildings, ravaged land and poisoned wells.

But people do care. In lots of places. Some places need more care than others, and Indiana is such a place. Six months of dreams called me to Northern Indiana from Northern California. It has been difficult, and I came by way of Chicago’s Lake Michigan and Madison, WI. But I did come, and I did plant and root and grow. Others have preserved. I sent out my prayer yesterday for the Grail to pour its healing waters on the Wastelands of Indiana. As soon as I finished my prayer, I drew a card from Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle Deck and placed it on the Indiana blanket where I happened to be sitting upon the bed:

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The Grail Faery!

Just then, David returned from a little photo jaunt outside to snap pictures of a statue in honor of Juliet Strauss:

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Indeed, the Grail is present within the Wasteland, pouring healing waters upon the Land. May we each do our part to restore and re-enchant the Mother we all share.

 

 

 

 

Upcoming Classes

Thanks to everyone for the enthusiasm and quick feedback about class interest and preferred dates. (It turns out I need to return to Pennsylvania again for ten days in mid-May to support my mom and help her clear out the old house, so the possible Reiki 1 class will occur either by special arrangement or sometime in June.) More classes (including tarot training) to come, but these two are set for the weekend of June 11-12, 2016:

SPECIAL TOPICS IN REIKI:

Deepening Your Experience of the Distant Healing Symbol

Saturday, June 11, 2016

10 a.m.-4 p.m.

Goshen, IN at Haus Am See (address given upon registration)

In response to many student requests, this is a reprise of a class series I taught in Reno/Tahoe and Sedona. In this series, we cover Special Topics in Reiki that we either don’t have time for or can only scratch the surface of during certification classes. This particular workshop focuses on “Deepening Your Experience of the Distance Healing Symbol.” We will discuss some of the more esoteric aspects of both distance healing and the Reiki symbol itself, unpacking layers upon layers of symbolism and function.

Many students find this symbol intimidating and difficult to remember or work with. This class will explore and demonstrate why it’s worth the effort to learn and grow comfortable using this symbol. We will cover distance in space, as well as time, including, but not limited to past, future and parallel applications. Students will learn how this symbol can help you to “bend time,” empower intentions, heal very old trauma, and encode success in alternate versions of yourself/your reality. Those interested in previous lifetimes will also learn how this symbol can enhance intuitive access to past life experiences for easier reclamation of old gifts and healing of ancient traumas.

We will take an onsite break for lunch, which can include access to garden-fresh produce and a stroll through the gardens. Weather permitting, we can even eat outside on the porch or near the fountain and herb spiral.

$200 ($177 if prepaid by 5/11/16). Haus Am See offers a larger classroom than our home, but there has been a lot of interest over the years in these types of classes. In order to ensure your spot, I suggest early registration. Pre-requisite: must have Reiki Level 2 certification from me or another Reiki Master Teacher. Please contact me to sign up.

 

***Both guest bedrooms are already booked for this entire weekend.***

 

INTRO TO EARTH HEALING

Sunday, June 12, 2016

10 a.m.-3 p.m.

Goshen, IN at Haus Am See (address given upon registration)

This introductory workshop on Earth Healing will be specially tailored to the day’s students. Possible topics include, but are not limited to:

  • Listening to and getting to know your local land
  • Taking hyperlocal actions to create holistic, global effects
  • Recognizing signs from animals and Nature
  • Working with the Faerie Realm, Nature Spirits or Spirits of the Land
  • Grounding techniques for connecting with the Earth and trees
  • Connections between soil health and soul health, humus and humans
  • Rituals for healing
  • Manifesting/connecting with your own magical spot on Earth
  • Discerning when and how the Earth is calling you
  • Setting up or expanding your garden
  • Cultivating beauty in unlikely areas
  • Becoming the change you wish to see in the world
  • Lessons gleaned from Malcolm Gladwell’s “The Tipping Point”
  • Back to Eden/wood mulch method
  • Gardening in small spaces or tricky spots
  • Ways to give back in the Cycle of Life

When you sign up, please let me know your specific interests, so that I can design a workshop most suited to the interests of those attending. Class will include a working lunch and (weather permitting) fresh produce and time in the garden. Some plant starts/cuttings will also be available if you’d like to bring a little of this land regeneration energy home with you.

Cost is $177. Haus Am See offers a larger classroom than our home, but there has been a lot of interest over the years in this sort of class. In order to ensure your spot, I suggest early registration. Please contact me to sign up.

 

X-Files, Owls, Faeries and Soft Disclosure

Today’s post began one way, and then turned into a compilation of resources:

Here’s an interesting and thoughtful piece from Rebecca Hardcastle Wright called, “What’s Beneath ET Disclosure: Were We Lab Rats?” — definitely worth a read now that the new X-Files, Hillary, Podesta, all manner of experiencers and the New Age cavalry seem to be pushing a soft disclosure of ET presence. As an ironic rule, I don’t make firm conclusions, really not in any area, but especially not this one. Rebecca asks herself some difficult questions, yet her conclusion reminds me of something I notice in so many other areas these days — no matter what the original intent and real or imagined existence of would-be overlords, people continue to free themselves from the maze.

In addition to Rebecca’s article, I highly recommend Mike Clelland’s new book, “The Messengers: Owls, Synchronicity and the UFO Abductee,” which I’ve reviewed here. You’ll know if that book’s for you or not by reading the review.

Ardy Sixkiller Clarke also does an excellent job of chronicling Native stories in her books “Encounters with Star People: Untold Stories of American Indians” and “Sky People: Untold Stories of Alien Encounters in Mesoamerica.”

Rebecca’s article and these authors focus largely on the UFO phenomenon in recent times, especially since 1947; however, old faery lore and folk tales are filled with many of the same sorts of stories from hundreds of years ago. For an eerie exploration of the complex and sometimes spooky world of Faerie, I recommend this version of “The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries”, by W. Y. Evans-Wentz. His book arose from a c. 1910 dissertation and includes interviews with older inhabitants of Celtic Countries passing down their own experiences, as well as family stories. Even accounting for the good and ill of any species and the Christian overlay superimposed on original tales, this book heightens mystery and explores both positive and negative encounters with the Faery Realm. I found it impossible to read that book without marveling at the similarity of contemporary ET encounters and many of these true “fairy tales.”

I also very much enjoy Margie McArthur’s book, “Faery Healing: The Lore and the Legacy.” She covers ancient stories with somewhat of a Christian overlay, but she also explores specific healing gifts from the faeries, along with specific illnesses attributed to faeries (and possible cures).

The BBC film series, “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell” offers a creepy look into reasons for exercising caution making deals with faeries. Remember, according to Faery Rules, “A person’s word is bond,” so don’t make deals unless you intend to keep them! You might also like my follow-up post, “More Tips for Connecting with the Faeries.” That said, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell are definitely dealing with what’s known as “The Unseelie Court,” composed of faeries not friendly to humans. While these do exist and it’s wise to use discernment, there’s also the “Seelie Court,” whose members are much more kindly disposed to humans. Additionally, you can find wild faeries, solitary faeries, trooping faeries, Elementals, Leprechauns and all manner of Nature Spirits. It’s a vast world out there … and in here!

Again, I make no conclusions in this realm. I’ve had paranormal experiences of such wide variety, and my brain and energy system work so differently than most people’s that my own world won’t come crumbling down with anyone else’s disclosure — sincere, highly sensationalized and/or carefully orchestrated. I include these links and resources for those who aren’t at all sure what to think, or who find such things of interest. The more consciously we approach these topics, and the more we exert our own sovereignty and ability to create our own experiences, the more freeing and expansive it all becomes. 🙂

Some Updates from Snowy Goshen

A few people have asked for recent updates on all things permaculture, holidays, blue house, writing, gardening, and pixie dust, so here’s a post of joyful tidings. The shortest version: things continue to breathe in and expand outwards in magical and synchronous ways.

Permaculture Course Update:

I’m still really enjoying the Permaculture Design Course from Permaculture Education Center. So far I have turned in 10 homework modules and have 8 to go, including my final project. I took a few weeks off during our holiday travels, guests and events, so I’ve actually read even further ahead. I just have yet to complete the homework for those chapters. Dr. Alan Enzo provides extremely thorough feedback on the homework, and I keep learning more than I anticipated. I love how this  course covers all of life, not just gardening and yard design. Lots of fodder for dreaming big!

If you’d like to take this course, you can contact Permaculture Education Center and mention the coupon code “LauraB” for $50 off. I receive no incentives to offer this code. Dr. Enzo reads my blog and wanted to extend the opportunity as a courtesy to my wonderful readers.

Holidays:

A whirlwind of guests, travels, office expansion and family responsibilities fueled the last five months of 2015 into hyper-drive. In addition to teaching several Reiki classes, I hosted Wheel of the Year celebrations on Autumn Equinox and Samhain, and I prepared and transported a Yule Feast for David and our friends in Madison. We had family in town for Thanksgiving and Christmas, plus a repeat of last year’s New Year’s Eve extravaganza at Goshen’s unique music venue, Ignition Music Garage.

On December 20, 2015, David’s daughter graduated from the business school of the University of Wisconsin at Madison. The grand occasion meant we finally got to make a trip to Madison, where we stayed with dear friends we haven’t seen since 2012. We attended an early morning to midnight celebration with David’s former in-laws. We all thoroughly enjoyed each others’ company, cherishing a wonderful day celebrating Allie and her achievement. David’s sister’s family and his dad also joined us for part of the festivities.

David’s daughter’s boyfriend’s family hails from South Bend, so we’ve gotten to see them more regularly in recent years than we might otherwise have with our restricted travel. They’re moving to California in March 2016, though, so we hope to make another, less whirlwind trip to Madison before they leave. It felt so good to be back in Wisconsin!

The holidays left us both renewed and in need of naps, yet brimming with ideas for our future, especially in conjunction with my permaculture lessons. With David’s family enough out of crisis mode and his daughter graduated, we plan to travel to Pennsylvania in March and to spend next Christmas in PA with my family. We also anticipate a continued influx of welcome guests in the new office space/guesthouse.

Speaking of the Blue House:

We’ve got pictures hung, and my magical writing office is now 99% ready for action.

You can see how much Mr. Meyer Lemon Tree loves my office! He’s treated me to full, fragrant blooms for weeks now, and even has a half dozen lemons in progress. I ordered the mandala rug on a super deal from Overstock.com, but imagine my delight when it shipped from my hometown of Bethlehem, PA!

Tania gave me the gorgeous full wall “Summer Goddess” portal tapestry as a housewarming/early Christmas gift. The photo above still shows a few creases from when it was folded on the rocking chair in the other photo. It took three people, a vegan lasagna dinner, and some creative ladder yoga to secure this heavy woven image near the ceiling. All creases have since come out, but according to my phone it “feels like 1 degree” outside, so it was this photo or no photo!

The Blue House, aka, “Haus am See,” has been classroom and student guest functional since September; however, I took my time selecting just the right mix of paint colors, rugs, curtains, wall art and accents so that this space truly feels like an alternate universe. Whenever clients, students or friends walk into “Haus am See,” their eyes open wide, then they relax and sigh with relief. “Ohhhhh, this feels so nice!” “Ahhhh! Great vibe!” I call it “my own private coffee house” and “the antidote to the Midwest Cloud Belt.” You can see earlier photos of the house in progress and read about the how and why of the Blue House  here and here.

I still need a bulletin board to go above the blue desk in my writing office, and the laundry room turned indoor garden center has quite a ways to go to become functional. I do have access to my filing cabinet again, and the friend we invited over for vegan lasagna also helped David move a giant door-turned-table into that room. The door, formerly crowding our windowless basement, will become the seed-starting table and winter greens center. It will eventually act as a demo room for some of the gardening and permaculture oriented classes I will begin teaching.

Writing (and painting, too!)

No, I have not yet started writing the words of another novel; however, everything you just read has led to the future writing of probably several more books. Most people know that I garden not just for food and Earth healing, but also to add much needed beauty to an area that used to wound my soul. I manifested the house next door when I realized we still had years to go here in Goshen, but I felt too constricted to expand my classes and permaculture in our current space. We didn’t want to move to another spot in Goshen. I just needed to expand, and I felt called to write fiction again.

In order to create alternate universes in books, I needed to begin from an alternate universe here. I can blog and write non-fiction without inspiring scenery, but in order to delve into the depths of challenged characters and to create full fictional worlds, I know I need to feel recharged by my surroundings. My gorgeously abundant full yard gardens help. I just knew I needed a deeper well of beauty, peace and magic from which to create the kinds of books wanting to come through me.

Since we cannot move to one of my more usual beautiful locations at this time without abandoning David’s parents, I summoned the ability to someway, somehow evoke the same feeling in our current location. I dug deep, added both Reiki and magick to the process, and everything synchronously began to fall into place. Step by step. Piece by piece. Loving intention by creative visualization and action, Haus am See and its yard transformed. No fiction writing would have occurred here without this full process.

At the end of 2015, I purchased a new laptop to replace my 6+ year old HP, and I’ve found a promising new (to me) writing program called Scrivener, which seems like it will ease all the trickiest editing and organization elements of novel writing I discovered with Schizandra and the Gates of Mu.

I decided to wait until Mercury Retrograde goes direct before setting up the new laptop, downloading software and beginning a massive new project. First things first. Merc Rx offers a perfect time for finishing old tasks, thus my push to complete permaculture training in this window. Someone also commissioned a mini-portal painting, “Door” Number 18, which I’ve already received in my head, but will also begin painting after January 25. Synchronously, I knew I’d paint at least one more portal door before beginning a new novel. I actually have two real doors awaiting their transformations; however, this little 8″ x 10″ potent piece will finish up much sooner than either of those doors would have!

Meanwhile, I’ve been brushing up on some novel writing techniques and ideas, honoring what feels like a sacred reclamation of creative writing since before I got divorced, left Northern California for the Midwest and started painting portal doors. Somehow things feel full spiral. Not full circle, since I’ve experienced amazing growth and deep roots. Full spiral feels like the right way to describe a long and windy path to different levels of creation.

Gardening:

Yes, I still harvest greens from our garden! They don’t grow fast in this cold weather, but row covers and cold frames keep kale, chard, spinach and collards alive. Since I have a lot of plants, the yard continues to provide at least a third of our very high greens intake.

Pixie Dust:

It’s alllllllll pixie dust, Lovey’s! Come see for yourself in spring when those 1000 flowering bulbs pop, or take a class here, or join us for a Wheel of the Year Celebration. In one of the least likely spots on Earth, magic and pixie dust abound. The faeries are happy with Faery Hof and Haus am See. And, as David likes to say, “Most importantly, so is the Big Faery.” 😉

3 Tree Interventions and a 10/10 1-Day Special

For months, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my poor quince tree, which kept getting fire blight, a disease that can kill fruit trees like apples, pears and quince. I had tried tree Reiki and trimming off affected leaves and branches, but to no avail. I finally emailed Raintree Nursery, from whom I purchased the then healthy quince in Spring 2014. They sent me a link from nearby Purdue University of all places, with additional tips for managing fire blight. Apparently, I had not been removing far enough down the sick branches, so I’ve been trying to find a balance between compassion for this tree, minimal maintenance, and yet wanting to protect the rest of my home orchard from a potentially fatal bacterial disease.

David has listened to me go back and forth for months about Young Quince. Do I move him to an isolated location even further away from the black walnut Quince can supposedly tolerate? Do I cut him down? Do I keep trimming branches and hope he doesn’t infect my other trees? Decisions, decisions. I hate to cut down a healthy tree, but I also hate to knowingly expose others to this illness. In fact, Quince has not been a healthy tree, but I still felt like he deserved a fighting chance. I had called my mulch guy, Joe, who’s also an arborist to get his take, but he’s often in trees and not always able to return non-business calls. I inquired with other people who have quince trees, and no one could tell me if I should give major pruning another go or just cut my losses.

Yesterday, my friend Nicole came over to help me transplant shrubs, pull out morning glory and plant some of the hundreds of spring bulbs I felt compelled to order this year. As we worked outside on this beautiful day, it occurred to me to ask her if she knew anything about fire blight. As a matter of fact, she did! She had worked on a farm whose trees had fire blight and actually participated in the extensive, specific type of pruning. As far as she knew, the trees all survived, so we got out the loppers and some herbal antibacterial wipes, then started pruning Quince way back, eight inches below the last point of infection.

As soon as we finished, my mulch guy, Joe, drove by several times in his big tree service truck, waving each time and finally stopping to chat. He apologized for not getting back to me about my quince tree, but said it sounded like we did the right thing for a young tree. “Give it a chance!” Meanwhile, he explained why we kept seeing him drive back and forth on our street: he was helping the city remove all the dead ash trees on our block.

I had heard that all the street trees on our block were slated for removal in 2016 to make way for sidewalks, and I’ve been obsessively inquiring with anyone and everyone who might hold sway over that process. To no avail. Everyone denied knowing anything about trees on our block being cut down in 2016. Well! That’s because they’re being cut down in 2015. Yesterday, we learned from Joe that in addition to the several ash trees up the street, the two giant maples closest to the blue house would also be coming down “tomorrow” — as in today.

“Do you realllllly need to cut the maples?” I asked about six different times. “Yes, they’re not healthy. We’ve been over this. They’re rotting at the core. If they fall in a storm, they’ll blow out the power lines to the North side of town or crush these cars and houses.” And indeed, we have been over this before, but I kept trying to run interference for these trees. Knowing they might be gone in 2016 is partly what instigated my overly obsessive bulb buying frenzy and tree planting extravaganza. The only nice things on our street are my gardens and those trees.

I felt good that I had prepared myself for the seemingly inevitable, but I still cried about those trees. I talked to them and told them what would be happening to them on Friday. I went inside our house and took a photo of the one I love to look at through our skylight:

Maple through skylight

I went outside and thanked the maples for cleaning our air and for the beautiful sounds through their leaves. I thanked them for providing beauty for as long as they could until I got more trees in the ground in our yard and the yard next door. I took photos of them so that I could put them on our Samhain altar to honor the Ancestors and those no longer with us:

Maples

I sent them Reiki and cried a little more while telling David what was slated to happen on Friday. To make myself feel a little better, I made arrangements with the city arborist to plant a self-fertile persimmon tree on the north end of our lot, so that we’d have a beautiful street tree growing next spring from years of piled wood mulch out front. I also recognized that my saving Quince seemed like a balance. How could I complain about people cutting down healthy trees instead of trimming only their injured or diseased parts if I myself ripped out a still living tree just trying to create beauty and fruit?

Majestic maples

Nicole and I processed the imminent tree death together and reminded ourselves that this is why we do what we do — to ensure we still have trees and beauty, especially in those areas that need them most. And then I let it go, sharing in an email to my fellow tree loving and wood mulch gardening friend Kimber:

I am so glad for buying all those bulbs and trees and shrubs. They are cutting down all the street trees on this block tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. 😦 Joe got the bid and is giving me mulch. I am sad, but also seeing the opportunities for new growth up and down the street. I emailed [the city arborist] about getting a persimmon on the north edge of my long standing wood mulch pile up front. Joe thinks it would be a good spot and still room for smaller drop offs.

So I guess people were technically telling me the truth that the trees were not coming down in 2016. They are coming down in 2015. I would be losing my sh!t if I didn’t have all these hundreds of bulbs already in, plus hundreds more, plus the witch hazel, privet hedge, cherries, climbing rose and a gooseberry going in up front next door. Really, I am so grateful I listened to my intuition to plant excessively, to plant gorgeous things NOW, because I am doing OK with this. A little sad, but without those things, I would be totally traumatized and unable to live here without those trees. Other than our yard, they are the only nice things on this block, so yeah, important to cut them all down. I will use this for leverage, though, and do what I can to get edible ornamentals or super fast growing ornamentals on the street.

I barely slept last night, and every time I awoke, I spoke to the tree through the skylight, holding vigil with it before this morning’s massacre.

Except the massacre never came.

I saw Joe this afternoon, and the dead and dying ash trees came down as planned, but suddenly, in this new reality, he checked the maples, and they are good for another 4-5 years! No need to cut them down. He will just continue to trim limbs if they start getting too close to the power lines. My eyes bugged out and I asked him a few more times, “So the maples don’t need to come down after all?! You’re not cutting them down today?” “Nope, they’re good, solid trees. You shouldn’t have any trouble with those for at least 4-5 years.”

I didn’t argue, and while I had him in my yard asked him to look at Quince. Apparently, Nicole and I did a great job, so we all hope Quince recovers. I sent Joe off with chocolate mint for his daughter, collards for him, and pineapple sage for tea or smoothies. He’ll be back tomorrow with a giant load of hardwood chips for paths, but he won’t be touching those maples.

I don’t know if a couple months ago, my cutting back the black walnut saplings that had been growing from their trunks had anything to do with the maples’ sudden return to health, or if faery magick, or tree devas did the trick, but whatever happened, I feel so relieved and grateful! The dead trees are gone and have made room for front yard gardens. Our city arborist is now keen to plant edible ornamentals as street trees on our block, and my two stately maple friends will continue to whisper in the wind and clean the air.

In gratitude and celebration of three tree interventions, I’m offering a 10/10 1-Day Special on Saturday, 10/10/15. For Saturday only, any hour long sessions purchased on that date will be $101.01 instead of the usual $175 (or $111 for tarot). I don’t have immediate availability to schedule, but this celebratory 1-Day Special rate holds through 11:59 p.m. East Coast US Daylight time on 10/10/15.

Please contact me if you’d like to purchase one or more of these specials. And whether you contact me or not, please go hug a tree. They’re wise beings and good friends. Long live the trees!

Five More Days for August Specials

As always, I offer the monthly specials in response to repeated concerns expressed by clients, family and friends, as well as my own intuiting of what would provide the most support to the most people at this time. You can find this month’s specials below, along with dates for upcoming Reiki Level 1, Level 2 and Level 3 (Master Teacher) Certification Classes in Goshen, Indiana. For reference, Goshen is about 45 minutes East of South Bend, 8 miles from the Michigan border, and 2.5-3 hours from Chicagoland, depending on your exact location in or near the city. This Saturday’s Reiki Level 1 class is full; however, due to the larger classroom space, we do still have room in September’s Reiki 2 and Reiki 3 Master Teacher classes.

AUGUST 2015 SPECIALS

Intuitive Preparedness Check-In

This is a return of a popular 2014 special, which I feel called to highlight again now due to so many people asking me about the likelihood of a “September Event,” along with so many people finally sensing new openings and opportunities that once seemed very far away. People want to know how to maintain an optimistic vibration and how to thrive while also shoring up any weak spots. This special responds to many comments, questions and private emails requesting my take on the question “What can I do right now?” — for specific individuals, rather than general guidelines and suggestions.

This hour session gives you access to my own intuitive scan of what areas of focus will provide you the greatest payback and sense of abundance, peace and security, with the least amount of resistance. Those looking to make larger lifestyle shifts can ask me to scan various lifestyle, location and/or community options to see which ones fit best with your vibration and heart’s desires. You can also use our time together to discuss energetic/magickal protection and manifestation tools and techniques, along with troubleshooting your most pressing concerns in various areas of life, including finances, food security, faith/spirituality/soul nurturing, relationships and/or land, including “garden guidance.”

I feel so strongly about helping people take steps from fear, denial and overwhelm into abundance, joy and freedom, that I’m keeping this pricing a simple $123. As Tolkien said, “Little by little, one travels far.”

Please contact me if you’d like to sign up for this special. Offer valid if prepaid on or before August 31, 2015.

The Faeries’ Dream

The Fae seem to go through phases of having strong messages and support for humanity, and I (and others) sense a recent increase in activity. This half hour reading focuses more on delight, good vibes and good will than on “fixing” anything. The Faery Realm holds the original imprint of our completely pure, loving and healed planet, so working with the Fae always puts us in close proximity of that possibility as material fact — what has always remained and thus already is pure, healed and beautiful. This reading springs from such knowing and offers a chance to learn what your faerie companions would most love for you to focus upon instead of all those things that crop up as worries or concerns. Invoking delight brings us that much closer to experiencing it. $77 if prepaid on or by August 31, 2015. Please contact me to sign up.

UPCOMING REIKI CERTIFICATION CLASSES IN GOSHEN, INDIANA

Reiki is an ancient healing method rediscovered in the 19th century by the Japanese monk Dr. Mikao Usui. The “Rei” in Reiki stands for “universal” or” spiritual,” and the “ki” corresponds to the “life force energy” known as “Chi” or “prana” in other Eastern systems of healing and energy work or yoga. It offers an easy, non-draining way to provide hands-on or distant healing through energy exchange and profound relaxation, allowing the recipient’s body, mind, soul and spirit to access their own deepest healing. Reiki can be practiced professionally, or as an adjunct to one’s own spiritual path and holistic lifestyle. I teach the Usui Method of Reiki, which is the most traditional style from which all other types derive.

About the teacher: Laura Bruno, MA, RMT has taught Reiki Certification classes around the United States since 2002. An internationally known Medical Intuitive and Intuitive Life Coach, Laura has authored three books and hundreds of articles on natural healing, mind-body-spirit-soul connections, raw food, and intuition. She has spoken at health conferences and has appeared as a guest on numerous radio shows and blogs.

Usui

Reiki Level 1 Certification Class, Saturday, August 29, 2015, 10 a.m. – 5 p.m., Goshen, IN

This class is full. (If you would like to take a Reiki Level 1 class, please contact me to get on the list for the next offering, TBA once I know which dates coincide best for those interested.)

Students will learn and/or receive:

• History, nature, and science of Reiki.
• Experiencing Reiki energy.
• Using Reiki with other healing arts.
• Discussion of 21-day cleanse.
• Treating animals and plants.
• Essence scanning process.
• Establishing a Reiki practice.
• Practice self-treatment hand positions.
• Handouts and resource list.
• Reiki Circles.
• What a Reiki lineage represents.
• Giving a Reiki treatment with hand positions.
• Ethics and Legal Responsibilities as a Reiki Practitioner.
• Reiki Level 1 Attunement.

Certification: At the end of the training, each student will receive a certificate acknowledging completion of Reiki Level 1, as well as recognition as a Reiki Level 1 Practitioner. Taking any Reiki training with me also qualifies each student to audit (at no cost) any additional Reiki classes taught by me, up to and including the level completed with her (space permitting).

Fee: $175 ($150 if prepaid by August 15, 2015)

 

Reiki image

Reiki Level 2 Certification Class in Goshen, IN — Saturday, September 19, 2015 from 10 a.m.-5 p.m.

This interactive class includes:

• Reiki Level 2 Attunement.
• Experiencing Reiki energy.
• Discussion of 21-day cleanse.
• Establishing a Reiki practice.
• Different qualities of Reiki energy
• Hayashi Healing Guide discussion.
• Clearing rooms & cleaning crystals
• Chakras and healing.
• Mental/Emotional Balance technique
• How to send Reiki thru time & space
• Legal Responsibilities as a Reiki Practitioner.
• How to amplify Reiki energy.

At the end of the training, each student will receive a certificate acknowledging completion of Reiki Level 2, as well as recognition as a Reiki Level 2 Practitioner. Taking any Reiki training with me also qualifies each student to audit (at no cost) any additional Reiki classes taught by me, up to and including the level completed with me (space permitting). Very few spots left in this one!

Rate: $275 ($250 if prepaid by 9/1/2015)

Please contact me to reserve your spot.

Reiki Level 3 Master Teacher Certification Class, Sunday, September 20, 2015, Goshen, IN, 10 a.m.-5 p.m.

If interested, please contact me so that we can discuss your previous training and make sure the RMT training makes sense for you at this time. Students must have at least Reiki Level 2 training in order to register for this class.

Taking this class also entitles participants to audit, free of charge, all additional Reiki Certification Classes taught by me (Laura Bruno), space permitting. Many students value this chance to observe earlier levels from a Master’s perspective. A very high percentage of my former students now teach their own Reiki classes all around the US. Class size is limited, so please contact me soon if you have interest and wish to reserve your spot.

This workshop is for those who would like to deepen their healing gifts and/or who feel a calling to teach. The instruction includes:

• How to give attunements for every level.
• Master symbols and Reiki Level 3 attunement.
• Anthakarana, Tibetan, and Usui Master symbols.
• Violet Breath.
• Complete Healing Attunement instructions and practice.
• Handouts for Reiki Master/Reiki Master Teacher.
• How to teach all levels.
• Discussing the 21 day cleansing.
• Reverence for life.
• Giving self attunements.
• Beginning a Reiki teaching practice.
• Attracting students that resonate with you.
• Teaching in different settings.
• Special positions for specific imbalances.
• Reiki and Manifestation
• Special uses and applications for Healing Attunements.

Fee: $650 ($600 if prepaid by 9/1/2015.) $50 non-refundable deposit required to reserve your spot.

Please contact me to discuss signing up for this class. You might also find this article helpful in determining if you feel ready to take this next step and if you resonate with me as a teacher. You can click here for an article called, “Synchronicity, Reiki and Finding the Right Reiki Master Teacher,” which details how to select the right teacher for your own RMT training. I am a Medical Intuitive, Life Coach, author, artist, and Soul Reader. I became a Reiki Master Teacher in March 2002 and have taught Reiki Certification Classes around the United States for over thirteen years.

Slumlord Beekeeper

A year and a half, maybe more ago, I bought a lovely, beautiful little Mason bee house from Gardener’s Supply. Warning, if you click that link, you may leave that site with a smile on your face, but less $ in your pocket. Delightful garden goodies that you never knew existed or that you needed until you saw them, but hoo boy, are they cool when you get them! I digress, though. This Mason bee house has sat vacant for 1.5, possibly 2.5 years. i don’t remember when I bought it, but no one ever moved in. A few days ago, I noticed that the top had nearly pulled off and mentally noted that I’d need to fix it or take it down.

Some back story before we get to today’s title:

Last week, I harvested some unripe pears from our 3-way Asian pear tree, so that the pears left in each cluster could grow larger. I juiced them with my cucumbers, greens and lemonbalm, because they were super tart and non-edible. While I harvested the pears, some factory workers were outside on their break and may have noticed me picking something from a tree. I can’t say for sure it was them, because I also was on a garden tour on Wednesday evening, and I specifically pointed out the pears on the tree that night. I didn’t know everyone on the tour, but I would hope “it” wasn’t one of them. In any case, on Friday, David, a friend of ours, and I looked into the house I’ll be renting nextdoor as office and classroom space and a guesthouse. Good thing I was so excited about the gorgeous, custom paint and hardwood floors, because when we walked out to show our friend the garden as he had requested, I noticed that someone had stolen all my pears. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

Now, the Fire Faery is called the Fire Faery for a reason, because she has a wee bit of a fiery temper, and let’s just say, the biggest garden faery at Faery Hof was rather hot to trot. I mean, it’s one thing to steal produce hanging over the sidewalk, but the pear tree is halfway into our yard. The pears weren’t even ripe, and whoever took them didn’t even have the courtesy to leave a single one behind. That’s rude on so many levels I don’t even know where to start, but I did receive the answer to that week’s earlier question of whether or not I needed to have so many protections on our property. Was I just being a snob? Would people really steal produce from our yard if I relaxed some of the warding and Runic protections around it? Was I paranoid and judgmental of the people in our area? Blah, blah … bottom line, I relaxed the usual quadruple rings of magical protection I keep around our home and property. And I immediately paid the price in pears.

Now, mind you, it was not a particularly expensive price, and it did convince me not to plant an apricot tree right up front, because if someone can spot half ripe pears from 30 yards away, then surely bright orange apricots right by the sidewalk would be way too tempting. And if that someone feels OK stealing 100% of my pears, then I don’t really want to alert them or their ilk to all the fruity goodness in the rest of the yard. I wished whoever they were a sore tummy and the mental note that fruit from our yard tastes really, really bad, so don’t harvest here again, but then I began to ponder the ethics of protection, magical and otherwise. I’m very generous with my produce and sharing of empowering skills, but don’t go lurking around my yard and stealing all of something. Faery Rule #2: No Rudeness!

After talking with some others, I decided to re-initiate the excellent yard protection I got going in Madison when we had a very nosy, would-be helpful neighbor who would let himself into our backyard and do things like mow down our elderberry saplings. He’d also drag out our garbage and recycling cans near my tiny garden there and run over or uproot my plants in the process. He did not respond to “No thanks” and “Please don’t come onto our property.” He meant well, but he also destroyed everything he touched, so I called in some help from beyond. The next day, a wasp nest appeared, right by my garden. According to the nosy neighbor, the wasps stung him the next time he tried to move our garbage and recycling cans.

He’d stand in our driveway marveling that I could work in the garden with wasps buzzing all around me when he couldn’t even set foot near the garden without getting stung. “Well,” I smiled, “it’s my garden, isn’t it? I asked you not to come up here, because the cans damage the plants unless you’re very careful.” He still didn’t get it and kept marveling, so I said, “When I walk out the side door, I just send them a message, ‘I mean you no harm, I mean you no harm,’ and they part for me.” He watched as I walked through a haze of wasps, unstung. He tried to move the cans once more and got stung again, so then he took to just apologizing from the sidewalk — I had written Runes on the driveway, and he never managed to get up that far again — that he gave up on moving our cans. Did he learn his lesson? Not really, but at least he stopped destroying my plants. I gave him lots of free tomatoes and cucumbers to make up for it.

Back to the pears here. After pondering the ethics of tagging stolen fruit with a different taste, texture and stomachache, or posting a sign that not all plants here are edible, that some are poisonous lookalikes (actually true, as I have them in here for other purposes than just food), I opted for the old wasp defense. I put out a call, requesting they inhabit our property, not the blue house, since there will be guests staying there. I told them what I wanted them to guard, and I asked them to come soon, with instructions to give a warning to anyone stealing anything from the garden. If the person ignores all the magical force fields around our yard and does not get the first message from the wasps, then they have instructions to sting with impunity until the person leaves and never returns. I don’t like the feeling of violation and defense, especially when I do as much as I do to try to uplift this neighborhood and empower people to take care of themselves.

Today, I went outside to water and do little yard chores, including take down and repair the Mason bee house, but lo and behold, it now has residents. Many of them! A whole force is moving in to every vacant “apartment,” and they’re not just Mason bees. Some of these dudes have serious stingers. Some are yellow jackets. I hastily used string to keep the house from falling apart, until one of the little mercenaries told me that was quite enough and to back off. Message received. These little thugs like things a bit run down. They’ve let me know they’ve reported for duty and will enjoy the new digs, all the food and pollen in the garden, the undesirable insects and intruders alike. Apparently, the rough and tumble appearance of the Mason bee house allows them to blend into the surroundings– nothing too fancy for this neighborhood. Ahem.

And that’s how I became the Slumlord Beekeeper:

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