Selenite Wand Musings

So I took a Selenite (gypsum) Wand class because I adore crystals and their energetic properties. I had no idea what to expect. A local medium/angel reader teaches them. Turns out they have fantastic properties when 6” or more in length. I felt their energy immediately. They are used to balance chakras and heal the body. The blue and green light coming out of them must be amazing if you have the gift of sight, or so I was told (by a very reliable source). Selenite is a salt crystal, albeit it does not taste like salt and it is more durable than halite. The class also came with a free Lemurian, (tall, light purple being with long white hair). Mine is called Wenonck, maybe I should rename him Gandalf. I am damn glad I cannot see him. I have learned to use my wand to clear a room of unwanted energies and cheer it up a bit, almost like a modern day Mary Poppins. I am now carrying one in my purse for on the go emergencies...

Stop This World, Let Me Off or... Can I Go Home Now

“Can I go home now” is a favorite phrase of mine. I look forward to the day when I can return to my home wherever it may be. I am not from here and there is a better existence waiting. Meanwhile I am just doing what I do, floating, trying to create an enlightening experience while I am here…

Diana Krall sings a song with lyrics that sum up my attitude on bad days…

Stop this world, let me off

There's just too many pigs in the same trough

There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence

Stop this world, it's not making sense

Stop this show, hold the phone

Better days this girl has known

Better days so long ago

Hold the phone, won't you stop the show
Well, it seems my little playhouse has fallen down
I think my little ship has run aground
I feel like I'm in the wrong place
My state of mind is a disgrace
Won't you stop this game, deal me out
I know too well what it's all about
I know too well that it had to be
Stop this game well it's ruining me
Well I got too smart for my own good
I just don't do the things I know I should
There's bound to be some better way
I just got one thing more to say
And that is ...
Stop this game, deal me out

I know too well what it's all about

I know too well that it had to be

Stop this game well it's wrecking me

What the Smeg is wrong with Rainy, Stormy, Cool Weather

Why is it that the news weatherforcasters think that approaching thunderstorms are going to ruin my day! This is just plain assumption on their part and we all know what the root of this word is-making an ass out of u and me. I live for the dark ominous skies of an approaching thunderstorm, nature at it’s finest. The smell of rain at it coats the ground puts off an earthy aroma unsurpassed. Not to mention how verdant plants and lawn are following. Hot sunny days of 90 degrees or more are comfortless and parched. Visions of buzzards looking for a decaying meal in the dry desert comes to mind, not to mention the seemingly noxious thermic air rising into your nostrils... the quest for cool an illusion. So I say be grateful for life-giving waters in less than exorbitant, inundating portions

Forgotten Romance and Lost Seductions

Romance…. Seductions..... seem to be somewhat of an enigma to men in this existence. Long gone are Victorian attitudes, of chivalric ideals, of days gone by. Passion is a forgotten thing, instant gratification, want it now attitudes prevail. Women desire to be captivated, charmed and bewitched. Do these men exist? How to train the men we own? Crimson Roses, magnetic, beguiling attitudes, flickering sconces, exotic touches, warmly applied scented potions, alluring banquets, captivating serenades, men with imagination required to please dutiful, devoted women. Do men who are honorable and present exist? Do we live in an emotionally depleted world?

Steve Tyrell

Steve Tyrell… Ah yes.

That sultry, gravel voice

speaking to my soul.

His music brings joy to my

mundane existence.

Songs Like,

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Give me the Simple Life
I’m in the Mood for Love
Isn’t it Romantic
This Guy’s in Love

I’d be lost without fabulous music….

Dark Nights-A Poem by Me

These are the dark nights of the soul…. The bowels burn, the heart breaks open, the body weakened under the strain. Wishing for an uncaring attitude but stricken with profound grief. Looking for soothing comfort, ending up with dead blackness. I traverse this path… no ending in my sights. By one choice it is created, ebbing and flowing, disturbing many, there are few who escape. Days begin to exhibit years in the passing of time. To find refuge is possible, only in brief moments of quiet Theta. This I will seek because an untimely end would only shift my dark nights selfishly to others.

My Favorite Profound Quote from The Two Towers

It’s all wrong, by rights we shouldn’t even be here, but we are. Its like in the great stories Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing, the shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those are the stories that stayed with you, that meant something-even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo I do understand, I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept goin because they were holdin onto something, What are we holding onto Sam? That there is some good in this world and its worth fightin for.