Posts Tagged ‘Fairies’

Caroline Myss on Nature Spirits

I haven’t had a chance to watch the entire video yet, but the parts I have are great! Thanks to my friend Karen for sending the link my way. It’s a collaboration with the Findhorn Foundation: such a sweet story in the beginning. πŸ™‚

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.

Leprechaun cobbled boots

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!