Posts Tagged ‘Fairies’

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. 😉

April Fools, Fairies and Fruit

Yes, it’s April Fool’s Day, and some people consider that a time for pranks and tricks. The original Fool, however, carried wisdom in his simplicity and humor. In Shakespeare’s time, the Fool spoke truth to the king when no one else dared. In the Tarot, the Fool card marks new adventure, paths unknown and a chance to remake ourselves despite old patterns or struggles. A loyal dog barks to get his attention as he confidently (or obliviously) steps into the abyss.

Rider-Waite-Smith deck, the Fool

Rider-Waite-Smith deck, the Fool

I’ve heard that Aleister Crowley thought of the Fool’s dog as Coyote trickster wisdom, a backwards card, with the Fool magically floating up from the abyss. In this case, the Fool and his mysterious zero would be the last card in the deck instead of the first. I’ve not been able to document that Crowley interpretation, but the idea holds the potential to leave our fear and doubts in the abyss as we levitate toward higher ground. Of course, the Fool card can also indicate “foolishness” or rash behavior, but I often consider the Fool a harbinger of just the right amount of silliness — from the Fae’s Seelieness — to remedy the humdrum, linear slogfest that far too many people consider “real life.” Practical? Uh-uh, but some ideas, decisions and actions are just crazy enough to work.

Abraham’s email message today jumped out as David as one for me. For weeks David has listened to me try to discern which fruit trees to order when, to go in which spots, and can I really believe that if I agree to plant the highly fragrant dwarf lilac tree and 50 lilies, then my “garden muse” will see to it that I won’t have any spring allergies? As my non-faery believing brother said yesterday, “If that works, I want in!”

On this April Fool’s Day, Abraham says:

“Take the worthiness that is yours, and let the ‘Fairies of the Universe’ assist you. Stop taking so much responsibility upon yourself, and live happily ever after. Shorten that crevasse between where you are and where you want to be, on every subject, to now, now, now, now, now. Ride the wave. Just pluck the fruit… You don’t have to be the one who puts it in the ground any more. You can just skip across the top of things and pluck the fruit of all of the things you want. “Oh, fruit. Oh, delicious this, delicious this, delicious this, delicious this.” In other words, it’s all right there for you; it’s ready for you to receive it as fast and as soon as you will vibrationally let it in.


Excerpted from the workshop: Boston, MA on May 21, 2005

Our Love,
Esther (and Abraham and Jerry)”

In addition to faeries, fruit, and the Fool’s abyss (crevasse), today’s Abraham quote reminds me of my most common “Grace,” which always cracks up David. Shimmering my hands over our food, I excitedly pronounce, “Blessings on our deliciousness!”

Indeed, oh delicious this, delicious this, delicious this, delicious this. Blessings on your deliciousness, too!

Laura Bruno Interview Now Available on A Fireside Chat with Zany Mystic

For those of you who missed the original interview, you can now listen to it or download the interview by clicking this link.

We talked about intuition, brain injury, talking trees, the Faery Realm, GMO’s, organic gardening, hunger in America, and more. Quite the fun discussion! Lance is great. 🙂

Zany Mystic aka Lance White Interviews Laura Bruno On BBS Radio – A Fireside Chat – Saturday, November 30, 2013.

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Tongue Tied

I ate a lot of spicy food last weekend and earlier in the week: ginger chili carrot slaw, radish sprouts, raw garlic in a dandelion pineapple smoothie, chili and oregano fermented veggies, chipotle, cayenne… plus, some acidic foods like some new salt cured olives at our co-op, tomatoes, and balsamic vinegar. That’s unusual fare for me in that kind of intensity, but it nonetheless felt right to eat those things in those amounts. My tongue, however, does not agree! It feels raw, irritated, and pretty much any food or drink burns, even barley grass juice!

As a result, I’ve been on a mini-fast since Tuesday, eating very lightly, mostly liquids and mostly alkaline. As I’ve moved through this week of incredible outward chaos, I find myself pulling inside and anchoring to the Earth and my own connection to Spirit. It feels good, and the tongue issue has me craving more silence and simplicity in all areas. I walked a labyrinth yesterday with my friend Rainbow and her daughter Iris, and we talked about the increased sense of the “real” world as a dream. Fighter jets from the WI National Guard flew above us every few minutes, punctuating the peaceful spirit of our time together with such unbelievably loud Mars energy that even the little Aries, Iris, started screaming. Rainbow and I calmed her down by pointing to the whispering tall grasses and the special labyrinth path. The pre-Spring woods surrounding us seemed to sparkle with activity, almost as though the faeries, normally so shy of loud noises, were staking their claim on this world anyway. “No more war!” they seemed to say, and we agreed.

Try as we might — and I’ll admit we didn’t try very hard; why would we? — Rainbow and I could not feel “real” about all the crazy laws and military resolutions happening right now. It all feels very 9 of Swords to me. In the Robin Wood deck, 9 of Swords signifies “awakening from the nightmare.”

Robin Wood's 9 of Swords

As my friend Tim Glenn, reminded me once, “Of course, awakening from the nightmare means you have first been in the nightmare.” This world doesn’t even feel like a nightmare, though. It feels more like a dream that’s gone so bizarre you spontaneously grow lucid, realizing you are, in fact, the dreamer. With a bit more awareness, you realize that you can control the dream. You have influence as you create, moment by Through-the-Looking-Glass moment. I smile as I watch more and more people growing lucid in 3Dality.

Speaking of the 9 of Swords and Awakening from the Nightmare, this week seems like a good time to start calling back those parts of you that couldn’t stand living in the ugliness or density of 3Dality. Try it! The world has lightened, even to the point that faeries giggle at fighter jets. I used to need to apologize to them for running a Vitamix! Something has shifted. Like faeries, our bodies are Earth Elementals. Do you feel your body asserting itself these days? Offer some sweet scents, sunshine and melodious sounds and see if you can charm yourself into another realm. Or better yet, invite the other realm right here! Become the change you wish to see, and I guarantee, you’ll begin to see it. We are already mostly in the new reality. If you hold that as your morning, then you can shake the negatives away like a crazy dream.

I’ll share more details later, but Schizandra Book 2 (Schizandra and the Peruvian Jaguar) has also started knocking on my brain again. I realized earlier this week that its plot required a baseline awakening in order to free me to write a positive book that people could understand and embrace. A world filled with denial simply wouldn’t “get” the message, even when presented as fiction. Book 2 offers an alternate timeline leading up to 9/11, revealing aspects of the Sacred Time Continuum and the orgasmic birthing of new realities. I stopped writing when I got bogged down in explaining the illusory nature of government, the financial system, 9/11, and most of what the masses have accepted as reality since the Fall of Atlantis. I also stopped writing it because everything I wrote came true. Careful what you create! I wanted to write a positive book, and now, between Occupy, Anonymous, Facebook, solar flares and the ongoing awakening of humanity, I finally can. A tipping point of awareness has already occurred, freeing me from the need to explain what is. Rather, I can focus on what truly desires to be born.

Guess I’m not so tongue tied after all! I just wanted to post something before I snuggle back inside myself for awhile, as per Doreen Virtue’s Weekly Oracle Reading. 😉 Actually, I decided to post Doreen’s video today, because her message resonates with so much of what I’ve lately written and felt. A few highlights and then the video below:

The week begins with Taking Care of Your Body.

Midweek: Awakening Your True Self (Doreen’s message reminds me of my earlier post, Your Right to Preferences.)

Weekend: Environmental Awareness (Being aware of your own environment — a time to take care of yourself and your needs. You’ve got to go inside and be honest with yourself this week.)

I love that I’ve felt an increased presence of faeries this week, and Doreen uses her Faery Oracle Cards. Big blessings, synchronicities and much joy to you this day and always!