Posts Tagged ‘Fairies’

October 2017 Specials

Ah, the month of pumpkins, mums and All Hallow’s Eve! October is my favorite month of the entire year, with so many hinge points and the Celtic New Year on Samhain. This month’s specials reflect current energies and recent requests for support.

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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 20-minute reading can focus on Faery advice, requests, and/or messages for you, and/or instructions on how you can connect more easily and effectively with this Realm.

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 β€” 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 October 31, 2017. Please contact me to sign up.

The Ancestors Approach

This is a brand new offering in honor of the upcoming All Souls’ and All Saints’ Days. It can cover generational healing, soul readings about your relationship with/to those who have passed, support for recognizing signs, or in appropriate cases, cutting cords that reach across the veil. $133 for 40 minutes if prepaid on or before October 31, 2017. Please contact me to sign up.

Still Blooming!

It was minus 15 degrees Fahrenheit here last week, but on this afternoon’s walk through the yard, I noticed these little beauties still blooming strong:

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Faery magic is alive and well in this yard! What’s really weird is that the hot pink hat, flower pin and scarf I felt oddly inspired to wear today match the primrose. Someone’s having a Midwinter giggle, scattering beauty across the frozen ground.

Fairies in the News

It always warms my heart when mainstream media redeems itself by reporting on the Fae. Indeed, both The Guardian and the BBC have given real coverage to a high controversy in Wayford Woods:

“Trustees say cherished elfin estate of up to 200 front doors, in Wayford woods, Crewkerne, is gobbling up too many tree trunks – and the spritely speculation must be hobbled.”

No, this is not a spoof but an actual debate about the pro’s and con’s of limiting the over-development of an elfin forest. Living in a home in which we are fast approaching the manifest destiny of portal doors, I completely understand the dilemma. After my next door arrives on March 28th, I really will need to make some adjustments, perhaps switching only to canvases lining our stairwell, since, alas, too many faery doors really can overwhelm a space! You can read two delightful, yet serious viewpoints on the doors of Wayford Woods by clicking the following titles, both from the Guardian:

Fairies’ woodland homes face planning control

Don’t do away with the fairies: we need to relearn our sense of the magical

Meanwhile, a bit closer to home, I have this faery news to report:

It’s official. Leprechauns are terrific cobblers. I mail ordered a pair of boots that arrived in January, but much to my disappointment, they were so uncomfortable on my left foot that I could barely walk for days after wearing them only a few minutes. I loved the boots (very faery and, in theory, great for snowy woods walks), but I just couldn’t wear them long enough to break them in. I tried multiple shoe inserts — gel, foam, arch support, ball support — yet the pain remained. Determined to keep these boots, I asked the faeries for help. They told me to ask a leprechaun for help, because “leprechauns are good cobblers.” I hadn’t heard this before, but upon research discovered that, yes, indeed, leprechauns have a reputation for fixing shoes! They also like to make deals (this I already knew).

True story here: a leprechaun appeared and offered to fix my boots — for a price. I asked the price, and it was an airline bottle of Irish Whiskey and seven quartz crystals. I had the crystals and left them outside, but I needed to procure some whiskey. Hey, I was desperate! David and I ran some errands in Mishawaka, and I explained my dilemma to him just as we happened to drive by a liquor store. He humored me, and we asked the clerk if he had any airline sized bottles of Irish Whiskey.

“Is Jameson alright?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking at David. “Is Jamison ‘Irish Whiskey’?” at which point David nodded, then winked at the clerk and announced, “She’s buying it for a leprechaun!”

The clerk cracked up, and so did David, but for different reasons — the clerk because he thought it was a joke; David because he knew it wasn’t.

I got carded buying Jameson for a leprechaun!

When we got home, I placed the bottle between my boots, and the magical cobbler indicated it would take two nights. I had already placed the seven crystals outside. I left my boots alone for three nights, just in case, and I put a coin under the whiskey bottle as a tip. In all honesty, I must report that when I tried the boots on again, they no longer hurt my foot. In fact, they felt springy, and I wear them all around town now. They were fabulous for frolicking in huge snow drifts, and they make wearing skirts fun even on cold, windy days. I don’t know what the leprechaun did, but I would have to endorse his skill. In the event you ever fall in love with a pair of shoes that you simply cannot comfortably wear, you might want to inquire after leprechaun services. These boots feel extra magical now, like they squirt out pixie dust wherever I walk, and truly, I tell you, nothing else worked.

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Leprechaun cobbled boots

In even more personal news, I’ve been spending a lot of time inside with the magical portal doors, reading about faeries, the Feri Tradition, researching my novel, planning this year’s flowers, and doing this month’s special, “The Faeries’ Dream.” I snapped this photo of myself the other day, since my sweet Tania Marie had wanted to see what was going on with my crazy hair these days. I know people think I look like a faery, but this photo really caught me off guard:

Fae me

Apparently, we really do become those with whom we associate.

Fabulous Interview with Laura Daligan

I found this video yesterday, and it’s both delightful and informative! Crystal, Laura and other guests and write-in questioners discuss the Faery Realm, Glastonbury’s energies, Faery Queens and Faery Kings, etiquette when dealing with the Fae and what happens when you offend them, as well as many tips for rekindling your own connection with these heartfelt friends from the Otherworld. Regular blog readers will notice major similarities in things I’ve shared and the things shared by Laura Daligan and the other speakers. To me, that striking similarity underscores the validity of our individual experiences. If you’ve got 40 minutes and have any interest at all in faeries, imagination, or deepening your connection to nature, I hope you love this talk as much as I did. πŸ™‚

Coffee & Inspiration with Crystal Starshine ~ Special Guest Laura Daligan

ZeroHedge ~ The Subtle Slavery of Obamacare

I’m posting a link to a long explanation of Obamacare from someone who used to sell “health” insurance. I love the author’s pen name, “Cognitive Dissonance,” because that state more than anything is what has allowed the insanity to proceed thus far. Anyway, it’s a long article with actual numbers and insights into the ACA. The author concludes by saying he doesn’t know what to do about it. I don’t have a full on solution, either, but I recently found a seemingly good solution for myself, which I will share here. Perhaps it will help someone reading this. My story is a literal fairytale, which includes the FSOA. (No, that’s not a health code or government agency. It’s what my friend Mitch has affectionately dubbed the “Faery Seal of Approval”). If you prefer to skip my story but want to read the article, you can just click here.

As anyone who has read my book, “If I Only Had a Brain Injury” knows, in 1998, I suffered a “mild” traumatic brain injury that totally disabled me for four years and kept me partially disabled for another two. Workers Comp shopped me around to dozens of doctors, none of whom helped with the brain injury symptoms and few of whom helped at all with my neck injury. Thankfully, my strong intuition warned me not to take one of the medications prescribed, because on my follow-up visit, months later, a panicked doctor rifling through my file asked if I was still taking a particular pain killer. “No, I didn’t like something about it, so I stopped using it after only one pill.” I watched the doctor’s relief and narrowed my eyes while asking, “Why?” “Oh,” he said, “that drug was recently recalled after four people died of kidney failure.” That was the first among many lessons in that TBI recovery that I would do well to heal myself rather than put my trust into incompetent (or worse) hands.

When I finally did find people who knew what was wrong with me and how to treat me, I learned that the various mandated “treatments” Workers Comp approved doctors prescribed had radically complicated and slowed my recovery. To undo the brain damage followed by the exacerbated damage caused by doctors, I spent several years out of pocket on highly alternative treatments that lost me my personal injury settlement but did put me on the path to healing.

Ultimately, I discovered the extreme connection between body, mind, emotions, soul history, spiritual perspective and life path — something learned, not prescribed. Taking control of my own healing got me well. The process, however, of having various overseers like Workers Comp or insurance agencies controlling my available options forever tattooed upon my soul the importance of maintaining health sovereignty. If I had not gone rogue, I would not have since written three books and a prolific blog, because the top neurologist in the US declared I would remain unable to read or work for the rest of my life. Deal with it.

Meanwhile, the other side of the coin tried to get me declared crazy so that Social Security would accept my claim, thereby leaving the insurance companies or Workers Comp off the hook for care demanded by a work injury. Unable to read or tolerate fluorescent lights, I nonetheless spent more hours than I care to count sitting in psychiatrists’ and/or insurance whore psychologists’ offices taking test after written test under fluorescent lights — all with the purpose of catching me in a lie (malingering) or certifying me as nuts. Somehow I passed those tests, although the next part of this story might make people wonder why. πŸ˜‰

Fast forward to 2014: I’ve now spent years trying to find some way to slip through the fingers of what I experienced at various times as my own personal enslavers, namely, insurance companies and the IRS. I knew about religious exemptions, but I don’t fit into any of the defined religious categories. I’m not Amish. I’m not Muslim. I’m certainly not a right-wing Christian. I briefly looked into becoming a Christian Scientist, because I do believe the body can heal itself through prayer; however, I learned that most of the Christian Scientists actually support Obamacare and see no issues with it. I also couldn’t bring myself to agree to some of their requirements for joining.

I looked into various HealthShare Ministries, and I loved the concept of voluntary giving that goes directly to people’s medical bills; however, joining one appeared to invite in another form of tyranny from religious institutions. For many, I would need to join a church, attend at least three times per month, have my pastor oversee my “Christian lifestyle,” and I would need to take what amounts to an Oath removing the sovereignty of my soul. Can’t do it. Won’t do it.

For awhile, I carried no insurance or non-compliant “temporary insurance” for catastrophic events, but I hate the idea of giving the IRS any kind of power over me either. I don’t want fines, and I don’t want anything on their books to justify any kind of additional extortion from me. I have already dealt with bogus fines from the IRS — ones that they even admitted were bogus but nonetheless continued to demand. I love the idea of supportive group healthcare that really focuses on health and the spiritual component of health, that recognizes my body as my temple, that rewards me (or at least doesn’t punish me) for taking care of myself. I also don’t want to pay for treatments that I consider morally abhorrent, including forced vaccinations of children and/or adults, or mandatory chemotherapy of children.

One night, feeling quite trapped and enslaved by Church, State, the BigPharmafia, and Insurance companies, who apparently get you coming or going with Obamacare, I said a prayer to my faery friends: “Surely there is some loophole, some kind of HealthShare whose tenets I can support. Please, find me a way. Find me a loophole so that I can maintain my spiritual and physical integrity.” The next morning, the very first email I opened came from a client asking me to look at Liberty HealthShare, since she was facing the same Obamacare conundrum I was. As usual, the faeries came through! Of all the HealthShares I’ve investigated, Liberty is the only one that allows you to worship in your own way (or no way), with no Church supervision. It honors our bodies as temples, with the idea that, of course, we will care for our temple rather than abuse it. It offers extreme accountability for funds paid in, negotiates discounts like a regular insurance company, and truly allows you to choose your own care, including alternative treatments.

Despite my excitement, I sat on this for awhile. I did some research to see if I could find any scam alerts or outside testimonials. No scam alerts. I don’t have any way of verifying the testimonials, but for about the same cost per month as my temporary insurance, my annual deductible drops by $9,500. I also stop resetting the pre-existing condition checker every six months, and I get an actual exemption instead of paying fines on top of premiums that get me nothing. I still don’t intend to start using medical care. I’ve only gone to one doctor since 2002, and — shock me — that doctor did nothing to cure what ailed me. I still needed to do that myself.

I eventually decided to apply to Liberty HealthShare. As soon as I completed my online application, I immediately received an email from the “Fairy & Human Relations Congress,” with the Subject heading: “Blessings of Fairy Light from Us to You!” I had to chuckle, because that’s exactly how my faery friends send their signature after answering a request. With a huge, giggly, cosmic sync-wink.

Anyway, I cannot personally vouch for Liberty HealthShare, because I’ve not yet used it. My HealthShare begins on January 1, 2015. I can, however, assure you that it has the Faery Seal of Approval, and I’ll take the FSOA over the ACA any day. πŸ˜‰

Here’s Cognitive Dissonance with a much more left-brained exploration of Obamacare and its various implications:

The Subtle Slavery of Obamacare
By Cognitive Dissonance

I wish everyone health and well-being on all levels in the coming months and years.

More Tips for Connecting with the Faeries

This is a follow-up post to my earlier Quick Tips for Interacting with Faeries. Today’s post goes more in-depth and answers some questions and concerns readers, clients and local people have raised in the past nine months. If you’ve not read the previous post, you might want to glance through it, since it covers the three Faery Rules: “No Rudeness,” “Respect, Not Control,” and “A Person’s Word is Bond.” Today’s post assumes at least a basic understanding of these rules.

How do I know what a faery considers “rude,” and what happens if I accidentally offend a faery?

At its most basic, “rudeness” means failing to show good manners. Ask before you take. If you wish to form (and maintain) a friendship with a faery, approach them kindly and with respect for differences in culture and expectations. If you need a favor, then don’t expect or demand it for free. Accept that if you can’t do something yourself and require assistance, then perhaps those helping you are not lesser beings than you just because you can’t see them or understand how they do what they do. Faeries have extreme distaste for obnoxious braggarts, so don’t be the equivalent of bulls in their China shop with loud, aggressive demands, boasts or judgments. Especially don’t judge the fact that faeries have notoriously quick tempers and thin skins. They’re sensitive. That’s probably partly why you feel drawn to connect with them in the first place — for their closer ties with and understanding of Nature (including human nature) and for their abilities to recognize subtleties and initiate small, almost imperceptible shifts for big results.

“No Rudeness” includes aspects of the other two rules.

“Respect, Not Control”: faeries are not your little helpers or slaves. They will help you if they feel like helping you, if they deem you worthy and/or if they anticipate some kind of fair exchange. If you continue to ask for help without taking the time and effort to sense what they would like in return, then they will likely deem you unworthy of further investment. This likelihood increases if you not only fail to exchange something desirable but instead insult them by denying their existence, mocking them, or otherwise poking their sensitive spots.

Most faeries consider helping humans a necessary evil, since they realize a human world with no faery influence equals a completely destroyed Earth. Though reluctant to interact, some faeries have accepted the challenge to form friendships with humans and actually enjoy the connections. Don’t push it, though. By nature, humans are far less sensitive than faeries, and faeries can only muster so much tolerance for “unintentional” rudeness. Attempting to increase your own sensitivities is usually considered a good faith gesture, provided you intend to use those sensitivities for reasons other than just enhancing your own good fortune. The faeries willing to work with humans are hardcore in their dedication to saving this planet. They expect at least a modicum of similar dedication on the part of the humans with whom they agree to work.

Faeries speak in the language of symbols and gifts — and especially of symbolic gifts. Take care to select appropriate gifts — not just those things you yourself would like. Remember, you’re dealing with multidimensional, poetic beings, so consult your heart or pay attention to things that seem to excite and delight your faery friends. When in doubt, gestures to clean up Nature or add beauty are fairly safe bets. Ugliness and industrialization both strike faeries as extremely “rude,” so any efforts to smooth sharp lines, cover electronics, add spots of color and delights for the senses usually rate high on the faery gift’o’meter. Crystals, “coin” and homemade items also meet with faery approval.

If you want to make a deal with a faery and sense that faery wants something you are not prepared to gift or pay, then you would be wise to forgo that faery’s help. Remember, “A Person’s Word is Bond.” Better not to offer than to offer and think that faery will let you off the hook. While they might allow you to skate by without following through on your end of the bargain, you likely won’t receive another chance to prove yourself honorable. They will accept you not accepting their help in the first place, but if they keep their end of the bargain and you don’t, then prepare for removal of any faery protections they may have freely gifted you for being their friend. Most won’t curse you — although plenty of faery tales describe such things. People just rarely realize how generous their faery friends become, since most of the gifts remain in the invisible realm. How does one prove the positive synchronicities stem from faery blessings? How does one explain that the absence of faery blessings is not a curse, though it may feel like one to someone who has grown accustomed to such favor?

Attempts to control faeries or tell them how to do their jobs usually result in mischief or at least a revocation of formerly favored status. Again, if you require their help, then you are, presumably, not the expert. If you think you can do these things yourself, then don’t ask for faery help unless you intend to exchange value for value. If you hold your request very dear, then don’t expect something of little value to express your gratitude. Note: for faeries, “value” need not mean “expensive.” “Value” means “dear.” A heartfelt offering shows its heartfelt status by honoring what the faery holds dear. Again, beauty, something homemade, crystals, “coin” (which can mean a gift of money, but oftentimes means a gift of something that cost you money, rather than the money itself), something that helps Nature … such things make appropriate gifts.

If you fear you have offended the Fae and really want to maintain your friendship with them, then any or all of the following might help:

1) Eat some humble pie and acknowledge your mistake or transgression.

2) Offer to make some kind of restitution, i.e. extra gifts to Nature or the willingness to talk positively about faeries with people who don’t believe in them. Allowing yourself to look foolish for the sake of improving faery-human relations gets extra credit as an apology.

3) Create an extremely fun, silly and/or delightful diversion. Faeries naturally love fun, and the ones who work with humans often get less of it than they need. Playing beautiful music and dancing, tickling a faery’s funny bone, reading (good) poetry aloud, painting or decorating a space in more harmonious ways — especially an outdoor space — wins big points.

If you wish to endear yourself to the Fae, find ways to lift their spirits even when you don’t need a favor and when you haven’t offended them.

Again, touches of beauty go far. Faery bling in the garden. Planting flowers in your vegetable beds. Reducing harsh lines and signs of the industrial revolution.

Faeries are also highly romantic, so any celebrations of true love give them heartfelt delight.

Laughter, giggles, good-spirited puns — including theatrically acted out puns — costumes or clothing with flair, vignettes and quirky arrangements feel like balm to the faery psyche, encouraging the Fae to venture further and longer into a usually too harsh human environment. If you can keep them engaged with little jokes, giggly-winks, and thoughtful gifts, they will love you and value your presence enough to excuse occasional rough spots or overstepping of boundaries.

When the faeries love you, they will gladly shower you with gifts and good will, pulling strings to help you along, offering well timed advice (either directly or through their human allies), and generously showering their faery hugs and pixie dust upon you. Life becomes magical and feels like the Universe winks and smiles at you as you go about your day. Your faery friends will get to know you well. You can show them honor and respect by getting to know them well, too. If you work with individual faeries, learn their individual preferences and quirks. As with humans, general rules apply, but unique relationships acquire their own subtle dynamics, blessings and benefits. When in doubt, return to the Faery Rules and then refine them as circumstances and your heart lead.

Blessed Be ….

and be the blessing!

 

Magickal Self Defense and One of Those Days …

I have a lot of protection around me. This I know. Some of it has always surrounded me; some of it I’ve actively engaged through energetic and other means. Every once in awhile I wonder if I rely too heavily on such ethereal protection, and, conversely, if I’m maybe a bit paranoid even to think I might need protection. You see, pondering someone stealing from me isn’t something I regularly do. I have little magickal “booby traps” and Runic filters and orgone pucks set up around our property, but usually I just let those do their thing without much additional thought.

For some reason, late last week, my Spidey senses went way up. I couldn’t put my finger on what, where or how, but I just sensed some kind of thieving energy around. I didn’t feel personally threatened, but I just sensed this kind of sneaky energy. I re-upped the energy around our home and even discussed the effectiveness of this process with a friend who visited on Friday.

To give some context: when I set up this original “booby trap” last fall, as an after thought, I added our next door neighbors’ property into the protected zone. Unbeknownst to me, the mom had had a pregnancy moment and left her purse, with laptop and keys on their porch, and that purse had been stolen prior to me adding them to this booby trapped and boomeranged energy, which is set to include a return of whatever was stolen, along with a threefold blessing. I ran into the dad the day after I added their property to my protection zone, and he was mystified that someone had stolen the purse, laptop and keys and then, mysteriously — three days later, but immediately after I added their property to the magickally protected zone — dropped the goods like a hot potato, about a block up the street, right by the railroad tracks. The mom just happened to glance out of their car as they drove by and realizing what she was seeing, got out and grabbed her purse from the ground. Everything, including the laptop, keys, wallet, etc. was still there, but it had not been there earlier. As a result of this theft, our mutual landlord decided to redo and double the size of their front porch, and completely redo their back porch — a threefold blessing. I took that as confirmation that whatever protection I put on this property works.

Anyway, that’s the background, and I was relaying that story to my friend last Friday, saying that even though I know this stuff works, I was suddenly feeling like someone wanted to steal from me. I surveyed our property and didn’t find any vulnerable spots, but the feeling persisted. David and I went shopping in Mishawaka on Saturday, and after one purchase, I had this weird thought, “Hmmm, I wonder if they have one of those card reader snatchers where they take your credit card number as you swipe.” An odd thought for me to have, but odd enough that I noted it. We continued our shopping adventure, had a lovely meal out at our favorite Korean restaurant, and generally enjoyed our evening. Despite my odd sense of some lurking would-be thief, our house was fine when we returned. No real surprise there; the persistent sense of a thief was the surprise, since I know our car and home are well protected.

More context: I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting what seemed a bizarrely long time for some money to clear. The money wasn’t from just one source but from many sources, which added to the oddity of none of it clearing into my bank account. I was fine for cash but did wonder, “What the heck is up? It’s not even Mercury Retrograde yet! Why’s the bank account going all wonky?” This morning I went online to check if any of the money had cleared, only to find two unauthorized charges on my debit/credit card — one a $99 reloading of a Starbucks card and the other for $.01 from — get this — a health insurance company! It was the initial test from them to see if the card worked before they ran it for the full amount of insurance. I caught it before they could run the card for more than a penny, but I’m quite amused that someone buying insurance would likely be using their own name in order to qualify for service. I also realized that my money had been delayed so that there was not much more in that account for anyone to steal. Synchronous delays!

I had to laugh, as I’d told my friend and then David again today, “People reallllly shouldn’t steal from me or try to cheat me. It always, always backfires. Big time.” Soooo, instead of doing some things I wanted a legitimate reason to procrastinate, I headed back to the credit union with David (who works there) after his lunch break, so that I could file a fraud report.

On our way out, I checked the mailbox, because I had also been waiting an exceedingly long time for a delivery that supposedly got here last Thursday. It didn’t, though, and the P.O. had no idea where it was other than “delivered on Thursday.” I emailed the company about insurance but hadn’t heard back from them yet. David wondered aloud if the missing package had included my credit card number with the order and was the source of the security breech. I briefly questioned the protection on this property if someone managed to steal something from our mailbox, but I figured … “Well, woe is them if they get caught for mailbox tampering, credit card fraud and insurance fraud all in one fell swoop.” We checked the mailbox, though, and, lo and behold, the missing package was there, adding to the surreal nature of today with things shifting in and out of reality. I continued to feel protected, but started feeling that eerie uptick of protection in which you know there’s something bigger going on. This was only amplified by me receiving a reply from the company right after finding the package.

I filed the report and got a new card with the credit union. Following the credit union, I planned to stop at the police station, but since I had another delivery expected today and wouldn’t be here to accept it, I mentally requested for that delivery to come “right after I get home.” I then wandered through downtown Goshen to the police station and filed that report, too. The policeman and credit union employee agreed that the insurance purchase might provide quite the trail to the thief. As I walked home, I meandered, stopping here and there to look at things or chat with people but while at the library, I got a very clear, “OK, head home now.” So I did.

When I arrived home, FedEx arrived within a minute with my delivery, which I brought inside. Then I looked on ShiftFrequency, and imagine my surprise to see a photo of downtown Goshen, Indiana, from the exact angle where I had stood on my wanderings, pondering if I wanted to go right onto downtown Main Street or just head left towards home. Here’s the video with that exact image of where I paused and took a mental photograph:

What’s even odder is that the video appears to have nothing whatsoever to do with Goshen. It just happens to include my mental snapshot as I stood feeling whether to go right or left to ensure I’d arrive home exactly before FedEx got here. As soon as I finished typing a comment on Shift Frequency about the synchronicity of seeing downtown Goshen on there right after walking through downtown Goshen on a layered synchronous day, David’s sister pulled into the driveway to drop off some goodies for me. I ushered her inside to verify that this was, in fact, downtown Goshen, with Routes 33 and 15 through town, the courthouse and the various storefronts. Indeed, she said, it was.

So, here I sit, getting ready for sessions after I purposely left clear (for some reason) the very late morning to early afternoon slots on my schedule. That time period proved important, but so folded in upon itself as to feel quite freaky even in my normally synchronous day.

Does magickal protection work? I’m inclined to take today as an affirmative response — with a reminder to add my debit card (as opposed to just my bank account, which to its credit, did refuse to fill up until the coast was clear). I will also add any out of town purchases or adventures into my intended realm of protection. I don’t know why I’m sharing this convoluted story here, but I trust there’s a message in here for someone.

This whole experience reminds me a bit of a hilarious (but not) blog post by Amythyst Raine-Hatayama. I could also summarize it by what the plaque in my office says:

Don't Piss Off the FairiesWhen you’ve got friends in invisible places, sometimes Mischief Happens. Other times it’s all pixie dust, giggles, chortles and guffaws. In any case, wise ones won’t spam Amythyst Raine-Hatayama or try to steal from Laura Bruno. It’s just not worth the (double, double, toil and?) trouble. πŸ˜‰