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Serious Silly Fear

Due to everything explained in the previous Disconnection/Reconnection series of posts, I have plans for this month’s Harvest Moon which is only a few days away.  The plans showed up during the September new moon and I decided to nurture them.  Of course, as it is with this sort of thing, over the past two weeks things have been speeding up and, yeah, I’m terrified.

What started as a simple re-connection has taken on a life of it’s own, pushing me forward into deeper and deeper water.  It’s also bringing with it a fair amount of clarity and change.  Not a bit of it is bad.

So, if it’s not bad then why am I terrified?

Because of bad habits and, well, THIS GUY!

This is G. Hobyah.  He lives in the Faeries Oracle deck.  Well, he hangs out there.  I’m not sure where he lives but I imagine it’s several different places; under your bed, in your closet, under the stairs and around dark corners.  As penned by the wonderful Jessica Macbeth and painted by the as-wonderful Brian Froud, he is the faery of unrealistic fears, of being frightened by things that are not really there whether they be boogeymen in the shadows, an intimidating person walking behind you or a stern boss who doesn’t say much.

Although he is quite frightening, G. Hobyah has a job and that job is to help you find your spine and your common sense.   Once he’s done that he would much rather sit down with you with a pint and watch a horror movie then go through the exhausting process of scaring you all day for weeks on end.  However, if you don’t know this or if he comes at you sideways with a mask on, it can be absolutely terrifying.  He is, after all, very, very good at his job.  Well, it’s an artform, really.  Regardless, he’s an expert at it.

Thankfully, he showed up in a reading this morning that I was doing for the #theoctobertarot challenge over on Instagram care of @Lionhearts.  Ol’ G. Hobyah was kind enough to step out of the shadows, pull down his mask and wave at me as my Shadow Mentor for the month of October and letting me know he’s been behind a lot of my fears over the past few weeks.  I don’t think I could have found a better fey for the job.

Did you ever have a moment as a child when you were scared by a family member wearing a mask?  A nice uncle or aunt, a loving sibling, or perhaps a parent jumped out with a monster mask and you nearly wet yourself?  Then, they are kind enough to pull the mask off to show you that it’s nothing really to fear?  Yeah, that’s what happened when I pulled the card.

“Oh, G. Hobyah!  It’s only you!!”  I said while laughing in my wet pants.

I’m pretty sure he put a finger to his raspy, gnarled lips, “Shhhh, don’t tell anyone,” he hissed with a wink and then slowly put the mask of The Thing That Is Scaring The Beejeebus Out Of Me back on.  I’m pretty sure he was just giving me a break because I was getting cold feet on my plans.

I’ll be announcing things here later in the week.  I’m getting more excited by the day.

And keep a sideways eye open for G. Hobyah.

I’ve heard that this month is one of his favorites.

 

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Disconnection (Part 1 of 2)

Over the 2017 Summer the tarot cards did not like me.

Matter of fact, no divination system seemed to like me. It started at the beginning of May and continued throughout the month.  Having been involved with oracles and that type of  communication for over 30 years it was unsettling. There had never been a time where I felt so disconnected or unable to sense the message being put forward.

It started with my daily card draws. I began to get cards like the 9 of Swords, the Tower, and the 3 of Swords day after day. At first, I was concerned about what it meant. Then, as I focused on the real time events throughout the day I realized the cards did not apply at all.

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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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