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Gnome Magick and Sync-Winks

As anyone following my gardening and wild yard adventures knows, I’ve engaged the Faery Realm, the Elementals and Nature Spirits to help with the sometimes overwhelming task of turning a crazy mess into a beautiful, productive, human-faery-animal-plant kingdom harmonized, permaculture food forest. For the most part, we all get along, and I’ve been very grateful to them for their help.

Every once in awhile, I do run into trouble with what I’ll just call “the Faery Realm” for simplicity’s sake. Some beings really don’t like humans, even the ones who make every effort to honor Nature. They view humans (and rightly so) as destructive parasites who rape, pillage and pollute Mother Earth at the expense of not only our own realm, but theirs as well. I get that. But

I do find myself telepathically explaining that this process will take some linear time in the Human Realm. Although I routinely find myself with instant and near-instant manifestations, I haven’t found that “presto permaculture!” button for the yard. For this first year, it might seem like I’m chopping down, mulching out and imposing order far more than living and let live.

Faeries don’t like weed whackers. As in really, really, really despise them. I know this, and I give fair warning, also reminding them to keep dandelions out of the visible front yard if they don’t want me weed whacking so often. (And they have! Daily has now turned into weekly.) The yard is simply too large and wild for me to hand pick every dandelion puff ball, random cottonwood volunteer, and downright scary, unidentified monster weeds, let alone the poison ivy around the yard’s perimeters. Again, I get it. After having a completely wild, overgrown human eyesore/faery haven chopped down with the house and lot remodel before we rented this place, some of these beings remain a little p.o’d with any human intervention.

Lately, I’ve been chopping down thistles, and owwww have I ever been getting the message to stop that! The other night, I was inside, washing some dishes when all of a sudden, in my mind’s eye, I saw this little being, not more than 4-6 inches tall, grab my pointer finger with his hands, swing from it and take a bite out of my finger before he jumped away! That hurt as much as a two-year-old human’s bite, and here’s the weird thing: I actually had two little teeth marks on my finger for about an hour. I recognized it as a mischievous, bratty little Faery Realm nip, not unlike when I got hit by a stick — it literally rose up, pulled back, and whacked me, directed by an unseen hand — after I mentally told beings in the Pennsylvania woods that I was done picking up trash. I still have a bruise on my thigh from April.

All of which is to say that when you work with the Faery Realm, it’s not all fluff bunnies and cotton candy. They take the Faery Rule seriously: “A person’s word is bond,” and if you appear to be breaking your promise to them, watch out. They expect honorable actions and respect. In fact, another Faery Rule is “Respect, not control,” and that’s one fine line I continually straddle during the transformation of this yard. Patience is not a faery virtue. LOL, not that I’d know anything about that either! 😉

For the most part, though, we all work in harmony. I’ve had more and more permaculture people over to our home, and they love my vision for this yard. I don’t tell all of them about my work with the Otherworld, but those who come inside our little Faery Cottage get greeted by two gnomes on the front porch:

"Roger the Blue" and "Alfred the Red" (not their real names, which all Elementals keep to themselves)

“Roger the Blue” and “Alfred the Red” (not their real names, which all Elementals keep to themselves)

Hiding in another corner near the stairwell are “Alphonse” and his formidable hat, “Ferdinand”:

Alphonse and Ferdinand

Yes, they’re statues, but I’ve long noticed that faeries and gnomes gravitate towards images of themselves. In fact, our garden gnomes used to talk to our friend Rainbow whenever she watered our Madison garden if we were out of town. Rainbow’s daughter, Iris, sees faeries and would “know” if anyone added a faery statue to their yard on the entire block! One time, she insisted on going outside and to the neighbor’s yard, only to have Rainbow discover that the homeowners were right then putting out some faery statues. Iris could not have seen that from inside their home, but she knew. When Rainbow and Iris stayed with us last October, Iris and I would routinely sense the same influences and visitors at the same time.

Anyway, last week, I had a mini Transition Goshen meeting at our home, including one member’s very little boy. Arthur took a real shine to “Alphonse” and “Ferdinand,” since they were approximately the same size! Arthur also embarrassed his dad by yelling, “Num, num! Chips!” and pointing to the exact cupboard where David had just that morning put some newly purchased organic corn tortilla chips. I’m not sure if my revelation of that fact helped matters or not, but I’m telling you, little kids are way more aware than most people think.

So here we all were, talking about serious strategies to bridge cultural gaps in our community and to find ways to spread awareness of the many food resources available to lower income families besides food stamps or Social Security. We came up with some exciting ideas and agreed to touch base in a little while. Yesterday, while at the Farmers Market, I saw one of the women who joined in the meeting. I walked over to say hi to her at her homemade soap booth and noticed that she had a natural mosquito repellant balm in answer to my previous night’s lakeside request to stop the devouring of me! There it was, gnome and all:

"Gnome More Skeeters" from http://soapygnome.com

“Gnome More Skeeters” from http://soapygnome.com

Thanks for the answered demand prayer, you little Earth Elementals! An even more immediate response surprised me, since I had just washed my hair before going to the market, only to find that my new conditioner had left an icky film on my hair. Not cool! I only wash my hair a couple times per week. That kind of instant grease would seriously crimp my lazy style. I glanced at the table again and saw that she had “Shampoo Bars.” She assured me they work very well for dry hair and require no conditioner. I had just picked up a regular bar when she said, “You might want to check out the Gnome Shampoo Bars, since I noticed in your home and garden that you like gnomes.” Sure enough, look at this cute little guy:

Gnome Shampoo Bar from http://soapygnome.com

Gnome Shampoo Bar from http://soapygnome.com

(I haven’t tried the shampoo bar yet, but I can vouch for the Gnome More Skeeters. We walked by the Mill Race last night and I only got bit once, in a spot I hadn’t put any balm. That’s about a 20 bite reduction from the previous night’s near water adventure.)

I’ve also had some other little Sync(hronous) Winks in the vein of “ask and you shall receive.” In my negotiations with the unhappy, impatient members of the Faery Realm yard brigade, I’ve repeatedly mentioned, “Look, I will plant trees. It’s not all about cutting down the regrowth from stumps. If you want trees now, then get them now. They need to be fruit or nut trees, but I’m also open to holly, hawthorn and rose bushes.” I went to my favorite farmer’s booth — the guy who gave me three nettle plants and from whom I buy more unusual items like daikon radishes and burdock root. He had some unusual looking plants in red cups. “What are these, I asked? Apricot trees?” “Close!” he said, “They’re persimmon trees.” I asked if they were for sale and he informed me they were a special order from a customer who had yet to show up. I expressed interest and he left multiple messages with that customer, who continued to be a no-answer, no-show. Guess who walked away with three persimmon trees to love and eventually plant?

Three very small persimmon tree starts

Three very small persimmon tree starts

See? Even the more mischievous, biting, smacking, poking faeries can help when treated with respect!

Last week, I am sad to report, I accidentally weed whacked one of my goji berry bushes into oblivion. 😦 It was the weaker of the two, but I still felt really bad. Not only will I have less than my intended two bushes, but I felt a little alarmed that I could be so reckless with the weed whacker. Yes, I’m paying attention now to why the Faery Realm really despises the weed whacker. Yesterday, I asked for some extra protection around my remaining goji berry bush, which is so tiny that you can’t even really notice it amidst the neighboring dandelions yet. It will eventually be 7 feet tall and equally wide, but for now, it’s a little guy, who just lost his companion. I mentally requested extra protection for this plant from rabbits nibbling on its leaves and especially from yours truly. Again, ask and you shall receive. I awoke this morning to find an obvious sign of faery protection!

Faery Ring Around the Goji Bush

Faery Ring Around the Goji Bush

And this completes today’s installment of how gnomes, faeries and Nature Spirits, when treated with love and respect, reveal themselves in the garden, home and outer world. Kooky? Yes, absolutely! But they do leave their marks for those with eyes to see.

“D” ~ Sol Goes on a 72 hour Bender

Well, I guess this somewhat explains Doreen Virtue’s Weekly Oracle Card Reading suggesting we protect ourselves today and tomorrow! It also explains why I slept like a baby last night for nine (count ’em, nine) hours even after a long nap, and why today I feel like if I wanted to and had time to, I could curl up for another few hours.

I’ve got my Q-link and hematite bracelet on, so I haven’t felt off balance, just a bit sleepy. (Check out this article for tips on dealing with the effects of Solar Flares and CME’s.)

I’m also recovering from an “attack of the flying gnome.” Yesterday, I dropped one of three new garden gnomes onto my left ankle from about four feet above. Ummmmm, owwwww! Those guys are heavy, and because these three look alike, and the flying gnome in question landed upright next to his friends, I don’t even know which one did it.

Garden gnomes

Arnica, ice, and rest … the Universe, and now, apparently, the gnomes and Sun are all telling me to slow down, rest, and enjoy the process of some pretty huge shifts happening in my life right now.

Here’s D from Removing the Shackles:

Sol Goes on a 72 hour Bender

Well guys, I wasn’t going to be posting this morning, but upon seeing that we had an XClass Solar Flare last night, preceded by 4 MClass flares in the last 72 hours….. I dropped everything to write this up.

Beyond the 4 MClass and 1 XClass flares in the past 72 hours, we’ve also had two filaments rip off, both releasing CMEs (Coronal Mass Ejections). The last CME should give Earth a glancing blow on the 15th of this month.

The XClass flare last night- X 1.7 was a huge visual display (that someone captured on their personal telescope- image below), created a very big R3 radio black out on the sunlit side of earth when it happened. The CME from this flare will NOT be Earth facing, not even a glancing blow.

We currently have 8 active regions that are Earth facing and two more regions that are now rotating into view- one of those regions is where the XClass flare came from last night.

UPDATE!!!! We just had another MClass flare a few moments ago!! An M 1.3 flare- I do not have details yet and will post them when I get them.

Below are some of the images and info from http://www.solarham.com [Read the rest, including photos and video here.]

Working with the Elementals

People call our house “The Faery Cottage,” and it’s true, I always have quite a community of faeries around me wherever I go. I’ve worked with them for years in my personal life, painting doors with faery symbols, studying Runes, trees and Ogham, painting their symbols and generally trying to transform the rough or ugly into something more beautiful. That’s what I do. In 2010, I had a magical experience around my birthday. Tania Marie gifted me a faery portal door that instructed me, “Place these doors against a wall or skirting board and let the fairies into your home.” I did so, and the very next day, a blue faery arrived in the mail! I’ve kept them together ever since:

Faery Portal and Faery

In 2011, my work with the faeries increased in two ways: 1) I started asking the Elementals to help buffer some of the negative Earth changes plotted and planned by the psychopaths running HAARP, Monsanto, Agenda 21 and other nasties; and 2) I started gardening. I can’t know exactly how much to attribute to them, but last year, nothing happened with the New Madrid Fault or the Hoover Dam, despite numerous veiled threats and a few troubling nightmares. I know the Elementals did something, because they are even more sensitive than we are to perversions of Nature and the natural order. At some point, those concerns simply left my field.

The gardening process arose from similar intuitive concerns when Earth was on a pretty negative trajectory in early 2011. I love gardening now, but truth be told, I began it due to paranoia about access to fresh, organic foods, should the SHTF. What sprang from fear quickly turned into love, though. I turned into a gardening nerd, reading 30+ books in Winter and Spring 2011. Even with all that reading and being now in my second year of gardening, I found that certain common garden problems plagued me. Bunnies kept eating my choice greens; aphids sucked the chlorophyll out of some plants, and some plants just confused me on whether they needed more or much less water. I asked the faeries for help with these issues because I wanted to harmonize with Nature, not dominate it. This post describes them requesting “bling” in exchange for their assistance. David happened to read that post while traveling and surprised me (and our gnome and faery helpers) with some gifts on his return:

Begonia Tea Party

Miniature Adirondack chairs, table, mini tea set? Check. I situated these by an ailing begonia, which had gotten scorched outside in the same spot it had thrived last year. The sun is more intense this year! Despite my best efforts, this formerly gorgeous plant was down to minimal leaves and barely hanging onto its life. Definitely a job for the faeries! I figured if I enticed them to spend time with the plant, they’d start healing it. So far, so good.

For the downstairs, we now have spiral chairs, a table and other tea accessories. It’s been so hot outside, I offered the faeries a cool place to sit, next to the always on display “The Secret Garden” book. I thought they’d enjoy the feeling of outdoors while inside without any obligations whatsoever:

Secret Garden “Patio” Tea Party

I felt an uptick in faery energy after these additions. For the outside, David also procured us some faery and gnome statues to encourage additional garden visitors:

The Dandelion and Tat Soi Faery

A Moon and Star Faery has joined our Gnome (hiding under the tomatillo “bush”)

A Gnome and Faery welcome animals to the water we leave out for them.

All these photos look wet, because it rained for the first time in what feels like forever! That in itself is quite a magical little story of working with the Elementals. One disadvantage of being an empath is that I feel … pretty much everything. Acutely. Although our yard has held up remarkably well in the exceptionally dry weather, even my efforts at moisture assistance had begun to wither. The garden looks great, but my back and neck just got tired of hauling gray water to the back yard and front perennials. I did what I could, focused on Leguu/LAF, the Rune of flow; however, by yesterday morning, my nerves had begun to feel like roots with no water in reach. My nerves felt raw, parched and brittle. I know the astrological line up and solar flares influenced that, too, but I really think it was the plants.

I didn’t sleep well several nights in a row, just feeling neurologically thirsty and like something needed to shift very, very soon. One night, when I did fall asleep, every so often (and it felt very often!), something would fall, make a loud noise, or otherwise interrupt my much needed rest. It was weird, and not just in my head. We have a huge painting by Tania Marie in our bedroom, and it literally crashed to floor two nights ago, waking me out of my just achieved REM state.

Anyway, by yesterday afternoon, I was struggling. I ground myself a lot. I practice positive visualizations, sacred chants, get regular chiropractic, nourish my adrenals, imagine the world I wish to live in … but none of this tuned out the dryness of the non-garden plants. While I attempted unsuccessfully to nap, I finally cried out to the Elementals for help. I asked them for a protective bubble like the elves and faeries have at Skellig Michael in Ireland. I reminded them that as difficult as it sometimes feels, I stay in this world to help shift things in a more positive direction. Whereas the Elementals can hide when the energy gets tough, I’m still here: “Throw me a filter, please! I’m willing to act as your liason, but I need some help once in awhile, too. I feel things as acutely as you do, but I don’t run. I’m still here, working with the humans.”

I felt huge compassion after my telepathic outburst, and the Elementals gathered together to ask me what I most needed. “Rain,” I said. “Please, would you bring us some rain?” They assured me they would do everything in their power to bring some rain, and I felt a noticeable shift. Last evening, our next door neighbor and I stood outside, chatting over the fence. “It smells like rain, doesn’t it?” she asked. “Sure does,” I said, “30-40% chance over the next three days.” We joked about adding up the two 40%’s with the one 30% for over a 100%, crossed our fingers and reminded the Sky that it “could do it.” I went to bed feeling more relaxed than I have all week.

I slept next to a carnelian wand (crystals are part of the Elemental kingdom, too, along with gnomes, elves, faeires, leprechauns, animals and others). Early this morning, I heard singing. Not human singing, I decided … these sounds felt like windchimes just beyond ordinary human capacity to hear. In my drowsy early morning state, I tuned into where the sounds seemed to be coming from. They were in our backyard. Suddenly, in my mind’s eye and in my body, I saw, felt and heard hundreds of faeries dancing in a circle, while gnomes formed an outer circle and dragonflies fluttered around the group. They were singing and laughing and dancing up a storm. Literally! Thunder began to rumble, and pretty soon the raindrops began to fall. It poured and poured, and I felt my brittle nerves begin to rehydrate and join the party. Mr. Gnome tells us we got nearly 3/4″ of rain this morning:

Mr. Gnome keeps track of rainfall.

Our rain barrel is full, our ground wet, and my cup runneth over in gratitude. As my friend, Shelley, posted yesterday on her blog, “If we believe in the elemental kingdoms, the elementals become stronger, more real. If they are more real, they can sustain a vibration in our 3D world that will heal the destruction of our natural world. This in itself can be one of the launching pads to that ascension we drool and dream about.” I couldn’t have said it or experienced it better myself. Much love!