Category Archives: Nature

Episode 3 – The Forest Dark

Are you scared of the woods? What about the woods at night? In this Halloween episode, I talk about a handful of forests that have strange, spooky and haunted history. Do you have a story about something creepy, mysterious or paranormal in the woods? Let me know and I’ll read it in a future episode!)

Thanks for listening!

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Informative Links:
(These are stand out links. You can, of course, find plenty of others by doing your own research which I highly recommend!)

Black Forest Legends -http://www.websters.net/blackforest/legends.html
Brothers Grimm – https://www.biography.com/news/brothers-grimm-facts
Hoia Baciu Forest – https://hoiabaciuforest.com/
Destination Truth in Hoia Baciu – http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3iw0q1
Old House Woods – http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2016/03/the-mysteries-of-virginias-cursed-forest/
Freetown State Forest – http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2015/06/the-cursed-forest-of-massachusetts/


Intro and Outro music “People Are Spinning” done by Monplaisir at Loyalty Freak Music from their album, To Chill and Stay Awake.
Bio – loyaltyfreakmusic.com/about

To Chill and Stay Awake – loyaltyfreakmusic.com/post/165657190…-stay-awake-an

I found the work on Free Music Archive. Huge thanks to him for making free music for folks like me to use to enhance my podcast. Give it a listen!

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Tonight 11-11

A quick post before more time goes by.

In light of recent events over the past few days, this evening at 11:00 PM EST I will be sitting down in peace.   I will be taking time to focus on peace, care, illumination and healing for any and all  who may need it.   This is a turbulent, historic time and it stands to possibly get worse.  It feels as if the whole country and the world is holding it’s breath.  If nothing else, it is a little positive energy focused onto a weary world.

Please join me for whatever time you have available in whatever way suits you the best.   This morning at 11 AM I simply took a quick break and stood in a stairwell, focused on my breath and asked for the above.  It only took 5 minutes.  Tonight, I may go longer but there is no time limit.  Do what you can.

Peace.


Keeping On Track

(Note – This was originally drafted on Nov 6th, just before the election.)

Since Samhain things have continued to move forward, the flog clearing.  A few things have come up since then and I thought that even if it turns into a short post I would catch you up.  Since my last post I have been very focused on making sure the fog does not “slip back in.”  I’ve started a few routines to help with it.  I’m sure some of you may already do these things.  If not, perhaps they might give you some ideas of your own.

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At least twice a day, I re-affirm the magic and spirituality of life

What I mean by this is I try to take some time, at least twice a day, to really appreciate Spirit.  I do this in different ways.  This may be a short as a minute or two or it might be longer.  It just depends on what is going on and how much time I have in the morning or the evening.  It can be a simple thought about spirit or ancestors, a musing on the interconnected nature of everything while sitting quietly, or perhaps just stopping to count my breath for a few moments while I watch a spider at lunch.

I  started a magical / paranormal journal

This has been started several times but it always crashed and burned.  This was because I was stuck on it being handwritten and having all the different aspects of my magical life crammed into one tome.  My hand would often cramp up from trying to get everything in there and I found valuable free time going to catching up on my entries instead of doing a reading or experimenting with dowsing.  I started a digital journal, created some tags to help me find things and began to document this new phase of my life.   I agreed with myself that I would hold no reservation on how long or how short an entry may be and I could enter multiple entries a day if I wished.  There are no rules.  It has helped immensely.

I ask myself, “What is Spirit trying to tell me here?”

In any situation, from a stressful work moment to a peaceful lunch among falling autumn leaves, I pause and ask that simple question. I ask gently.  Then, I take a few seconds and just listen.  Sometimes there is no answer and I don’t push for one.  Other times I’ve heard some really great answers.

I relaxed and gave up.

Let me be clear, this was not in a depressing way.  I’ve just started to just let things be… well… things.  I’ve stopped pushing so much for answers.  Better yet, you could say I’ve stopped pushing for the answers I wanted to hear.

And that’s it.  I just try to pay attention more and work towards not going “unconscious” again.

It feels good.

I feel like I’m coming back around to a place of solidity which I have not seen in a long, long while.

 

 

 


Transitions and Cycles

For the past month or so I’ve been struggling with the fact that, for all intrinsic purposes, this blog is dead.

It’s no surprise to subscribers here and I have been accutely aware of it for awhile. My run of posts regarding the Glen in the Spring were an attempt to not only talk about my experiences there but to also put some life into the blog, to use the Spring energy to renew things. For some reason it did not stick. I wandered off. I stopped writing. I started to beat myself up by reminding myself this blog is over 5 years old and yet it never really seemed to go anywhere, never seemed to grow.

During the harvest festivals thoughts of the blog would come and go. What did I want to do about it? Was it worth keeping? Should I simply close it down after so many years? Up until Samhain I could not get a clear answer.

During Samhain and more importantly, the days immediately afterwards, I always do several readings. For my readings this year the weather was wonderful and so I ventured back out to the Glen. Even though I’ve not posted here, I’ve continued my visits to that magical wood. I go to refocus, to commune and to give back to the spirits there. It’s been a wonderful, evolving relationship.

With a wonderful chilly, Fall breeze playing amidst the branches of the sun-lit autumn forest, I took to the woods and brought my cards with me.  One of those spreads was, of course, about this blog. For it, the pendulum chose the Faeries Oracle and the reading is below. For this reading I chose a “conversation style” of reading. I ask a question. The deck responds. I ask another and so on until the conversation is over. Even as I was shuffling I felt that the conversation would be three questions total.

BlogReadingSamhain2015The first question? What do I need to know about this blog? Death. Well, nothing like cutting right to the chase, eh? Of course, Death is speaking of where the blog is currently. All things come, grow and die in time. It is important to acknowledge the fact. A point of transition as well as a point of acceptance. The blog as I’ve known it is done.

Second question: I don’t feel it is right to shut the blog down. (I actually tested this with a bit of dowsing and the answer was a very solid, “No way!”) So, what should I do next? Mickle a’ Muckle.

Mickle has always struck me as two things, being merry and being in the Now. This, in turn, reminds me of my work with the writings of Eckart Tolle and blending them into my work with the cards, spirit and magic. Mickle says to “lighten up” and to look at the Now and to something unusual or adventurous that is coming around because of the Death card. See how he is facing the Death card?  “One thing leaves, another arrives, it’s the way of it!” Mickle says to me.

Final question: I heard the wisdom of those two answers and asked, “So, for the betterment of myself, the blog and my subscribers what is the very best next step to do?” Lady of the Harvest. Ah-hah! Another “transition” card but more importantly this card spoke to me about the rituals involved with transition, with moving forward into something new from something old. The Lady of the Harvest is about releasing the past, all that has occurred (or not occurred) and moving forward to the next new phase. I also felt very strongly that in order for this to happen, a ritual needed to occur. A ritual to help acknowledge the omega and the alpha.

I needed, within myself, to let the blog go. Not to really turn it off, not to stop posting but I needed to internally acknowledge that whatever I had hoped for with this blog, whatever I had been trying to do, whatever I had been attempting to express was over. It was this energy, this acknowledgement that I had been resisting and which, in turn, was causing the energy blockage.  The energy for the blog had swirled and slowed and stopped. There was nothing wrong with it.  It just was.  It was time to let it go and to work on something new.

Now, since I’ve had this blog for five years, it took quite a bit for me to work through the energy of the Death card and that full reading. I’ve been circling it and fighting it since Nov. 1st and here we are, fourteen days later! After another wonderful stroll through the Glen today, I found the words I needed to write this blog and to take the first steps needed.  Hence, this post!  ( I also had to acknowledge the fact that I began this blog with the Faeries Oracle and it I would now be ending it as well with them!  See my second post here which was the reading I did for starting the blog.)

To be clear, I am most certainly not done here. This is not a “Bye and thanks for all the fish” moment. However, things will be a bit different around here.   How?  Well, I’m not really sure.  When the muse comes back to me, when I understand what I am supposed to be doing here the second time around, you’ll see it here. Oh, and the Muse will come back because, most importantly, I’ve done what was necessary by letting the transition begin. (I also have asked real nicely a couple of times which always helps!)

 

I want to thank every single person and spirit that has interacted with me here. If I have, in some way, added a bit of magic to the world with the telling of my stories and my readings, then I can call the past years a success.  I really hope you stay with me for another 5, or  6 or, dare I say it, 10?  I also hope you enjoy the upcoming transition.

The blog is dead.

Long live the blog.

Blessings, Peace and Light!


Initial Introductions are Given

Settle yourself in, dear reader, for this is a rambling post.  I had thought to break into two smaller posts and perhaps I should have.  Do let me know if posts like this are too long!

I was able to break free for half of an afternoon.  The weather was rainy and I had nearly opted not to go.  However, after dowsing a quick weather forecast, I was informed that, contrary to the forecasters, I would not have much to worry about in the way of rain and thunderstorms.  So, tossing on my hiking shoes and grabbing my supplies, I headed out.

My work with the boundary was mostly finished.  Any extra details would need to wait until Autumn as the undergrowth had simply become to thick to make any kind of decent survey and to get an exact perimeter on a map.  I knew it well enough in my head and my intent for this trip was to simply get to know some of the local spirits of the place and to reconnect with Nature.

TrailThe day was cool and damp.  Rain fell intermittently but there was no concern about getting drenched.  Coming in at the trail and saying hello at the boundary marker, I was quickly “waved in” after a quick hello to the trees there.   Because of the weather, the park and the woods were deserted.  If it were not for the occasional sound of cars, I could have easily been in remote forest.  Leaning against one of the trees I asked if it knew where I should go.  I immediately saw a “mental movie” of me crossing the stream and walking back towards the first spring that came up and out of a rocky, limestone shelf.  I couldn’t get much clearer than that!

I pulled out my rods and began.  First, I was taken to the abandoned tent I had found earlier.  I wanted to check the site again and the rods agreed.  Because of the excessive growth and lack of clear sight lines, I missed the fallen tree where the tent had been.  Of course, the rods put me back on track and led me directly to the site.  Everything was the same as it was and I re-arranged the tent in it’s bag to be more visible, placing it next to the pot.  The site was still well hidden, even more so with the increase in growth all around it.  Someone would have to know it was there to find it again.  I wondered if the tent would ever just “disappear” one day.

Moving away from there I strolled easily down a game trail towards the creek and crossed it.

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An Abandoned Camp, an Encounter and a Gift

I’ve been writing and posting more often as I am striving to get up to date with my work in the glen.  With this post, I will be caught up and can, hopefully, stay up a bit more “on-time.”

My latest adventure was a short one.  My goal had been a casual stroll through the woods and, much like my first post on the subject, allowing the rods to guide me to different locations.  I should have known better than to assume it would be “casual.”  Led by the rods I was off trail again.  I was surprised when I came around the brush and there, 20 yards away, with the rods pointing firmly towards it, was what appeared to be a beat-up orange tarp draped over a branch.

Drawing closer I could see that it was not a tarp and was, instead, a tent.  It was part of a small campsite that had been, very nicely I want to add, placed in-between the branches of a massive fallen tree.   The tent was not set up and looked to be windblown and then draped over a branch.   As I approached, I could see evidence of some soda cans, a plastic Gatorade container and an energy bar wrapper.  I asked the rods if it was safe for me to approach and they said it was.

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A Lesson in Not Knowing

(A brief warning, this is not a happy story.  However, I present it as an illustration of what sometimes occurs in a spiritual/magical life.  I felt it was important to do so.  There are things that occur and you are left with only a sense that “something” occurred but given no hard data, no magical entrance of a spirit teacher to explain it all out for you.  Oftentimes, these are sad things.  You are left with only enough information to make out a dim sense of what it “might” have been about.  This is one such story.)

Occasionally, my intuition will kick in and give a very loud warning that is very hard to ignore.  It is hard to describe.  When it occurs in my life now it is an overwhelming tightness in my shoulders and a mounting sense of dread.  It happens very quickly and I get information on what to do just as fast.  I jokingly refer to it as my “spider sense.”

The first time I realized I had it was when I was very young and we were taking my father to the airport for a flight.  We were in a hurry as he was late.  It manifested differently then.  I remember being very nervous, distraught and did not want to get into the car.  I was also very nauseous.  Being, I think, 7 years old, I voiced my concern but it was misinterpreted by my parents as a small boy not wanting his father to leave on a long trip.  On the way there, we were nearly in a fatal accident when a semi-truck flipped over an overhead overpass and landed directly in front of us!  We were unhurt but ever since that day it drove into me the fact that intuition is a very real thing and the importance of paying attention to it no matter what.

Whenever I am driving, I will sometimes feel a strong jolt of information that says, in short, “Do not continue the way you are going.  Take a different route.”  I always hear it but there have been times in the past where I did not listen and wish I had.  To be fair, there have been a few times when nothing dangerous occurred.  However, there has ALWAYS been something occur along the route I had been warned not to go whether that be a near-miss from a running cat, a herd of deer running across the road or a drunken walker stumbling along the side of the road.  Even then, I wonder what would have occurred if I had not been on edge while driving that route and ignoring my intuition.  As I grew older I stopped being stubborn about it and simply turned when my intuition told me to turn.

A few nights ago, I was driving my family home from a wonderful Mother’s Day visit.  It was dark, rainy and we were on the highway.

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