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Full Moon Announcement – Free Readings

The Full Moon crazy has hit me.

Since deciding this week to do readings for other people I decided to go one step further with the Full Moon.  For the Full Moon weekend I will be offering free 3 card readings for folks who contact me here, through gmail or any of the other social media feeds I have.  I made a short video this morning that goes over the details.   I’m offering this until late Sunday night and even if it takes all week, I’ll get to everyone I can.

More later but I wanted to get this up here as soon as I could and before the day grew any later.

Cheers!


Dark Blue Fire

It was shortly after reading a post entitled “Be The Dark” by Druid John Beckett over on Pantheon that I was hit with the visualization. During a break at work I took a moment, closed my eyes and focused on why I felt his blog post had hit me so hard, why had it resonated so strongly with me?  I knew I had been holding back fears, processing angers and doubts.  I also was aware of the information passed on to me from the tarot readings on the recent super moon.   Maintain your center.  Be aware of emotions at full tide.  Balance.

I highly recommend you give it a look.  It’s focus is on what to do if you’re just not feeling connected to the Light?  What if you are still angry, upset and just plain mad?  In the post he talks about how, if you can’t be the Light, you should be the Dark.

Now,  I’m not known for my dark side wanderings.  I shy away from my anger and try to process it.  I typically stick pretty close to the Light and to my connection with nature in the daytime.  Flowers instead of thorns.  However, as I’ve grown older I’ve had an increased urge toward the thorns. As I stopped to think about the Dark, I was reminded of my first encounter with a dark nature spirit which occurred over twenty years ago.  It taught me that all was not as it seemed.

I would consider it a “dark Fey.”  Many, many years ago, I was fortunate enough to live in the country and to have a garage.  I had set up an altar in the garage and I used it as a ritual space for oracle work or meditation.  Two to three times a week, oftentimes more, I would sage and purify the space.  It was a good place.  We would have nearby nature spirits come by for a visit and some took up residence.  Many people commented on how “safe” they felt in that sanctuary.   We would have dinner in there with friends on the nights the Wheel turned.  One night, unable to sleep, I wandered in there to settle myself down for some quiet meditation/visualization at around 2 AM.  Just as I flipped on the light I felt this “whoosh” and had the sense of a dark, flowing spiky thing dashing underneath the cover of the altar table.  I also felt/sensed some of my Fey friends yell,  “turn the light off!”

I did so quickly but immediately went on the defensive.  Though I wanted to immediately go on the defensive, grabbing my sage and calling up shields, I did not.  I didn’t feel it was necessary.  I KNEW the wards on the space were solid and in place.  Whatever it was that was there, it had made it through the wards which meant, by default, it was okay.

I talked to it.  I coaxed it out of from underneath the table.  I asked if it was ok to light a small candle and was told it was.   The spirit felt dark as night and, as I said, spiky, like an odd mix of a goblin, spider and a scorpion.  It was also scared.  I did a quick card reading in hopes of learning more and I pulled the 5 of Pentacles.  Poverty.  Exhaustion.  It was just looking for a place to “warm up.”

With caution, I allowed it to stay the night and to return as needed.  I began to leave it offerings on the spirit plate I kept at that time.  I agreed that the lights in the garage would never come on after midnight or before 7 AM or dawn, whichever came first.  It did return and was always respectful and quite gracious.  It brought a few friends and the energy up there in the middle of the night was incredibly intense.  It was not for the faint of heart.   Over time, I found a friend with that dark spirit.

Now, do not misunderstand me, there is a distinct difference between Dark and Malicious.  Something may be Dark but not malicious or, as much as I hate to use the word, “evil.”  Another way I’ve been told to look at it is to say that some things do not appreciate the light of day time.  Though it may make them fuel for our fears it does not make them evil monsters.  My encounter that night  many years ago and the ones that followed changed the way I look at “shadow” things.  The spirit I met that night was no more evil than a black fox, a panther or a creepy looking spider.  Just because it was “of the dark” did not make it malicious or vengeful or any other stereotypical attributes some might jump towards.  I was reminded of the Batman or The Shadow from my youthful comic book days.  I learned that not all things dark and spiky were negative or evil.

It was my first interaction with “The Dark.”  Over the years, I would have many, many more.

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So, today, after reading the post I  mention above  I sat back, centered and, focused on my feelings regarding “being the dark.”  It felt fine.  It felt comfortable.   How odd!  It’s been some time since I had thought about that other side.  I could not ignore the resonance I was feeling.  I’ve known for some time that in order to grow and evolve I would need to look into the darker side of myself.  Was this what it was about?  Is this what the recent events, both at Samhain and the weeks following, were preparing me for?

As I sat and meditated on these questions an image sprang directly in front of my eyes with great power.  It was nothing that I had ever seen before; a single, large dark blue flame with light blue defining it’s flickering, burning edges.  It simply sat in front of me.  I saw nothing else but I felt much more.  I felt strength and, surprisingly, comfort and peace.  Though I felt a presence I heard or sensed no other communication except the sensations I was receiving.  It just hovered there, waiting, until I came out of trance and needed to get back to work.

So, now, I need to look into this further.  What was that Blue Flame all about?  What does it mean?  What about the Dark?  This evening and tomorrow I will be delving into it further as I have time to do so.  If anyone reading this has information on the aspects concerning a dark blue ball of flame with light blue fringes, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

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Dowsing the Glen – A Special Encounter

I’ve made it a point to go over to the Glen every Saturday or Sunday morning for the past couple of weeks.  It’s been a real joy to watch the land wake-up to spring and to watch the changes as the weeks move forward.

Walking to the Glen I had a few things happened that signalled to me that this trip was going to be something cool.  As I grew close to the park a pileated woodpecker flew directly across my path and then turned and angled towards the wood that holds the glen.  A few moments later, a crow casually flew in front of me, left to right.  These two things, so close together, told me to be aware this morning.

Shortly after crossing the boundary markers of the Glen, my dowsing took me off the path and stopped me at a point where, at first, I wasn’t sure why.  I’ve learned that this usually means, “Look around and/or wait.”  So, I did and a few moments later, spotted a box turtle tucked up under old fallen log.  This has happened so often to me but it’s still a bit of magic every time it happens.  I asked, “So, it’s going to be that kind of trip today?”  I was rewarded with a “Yes” answer.

My dowsing took me further away from the path and then stopped again near an oak tree.  I found one item (which I talk about in the video) and had just started the initial introduction to the video when the series of events began.  I’ve not edited the video at all. .

I am delighted to have had this opportunity to film this.  Not many people get to see this kind of bird interaction in the woods.  I would not have had this encounter if the dowsing had not told me where to go, where to stop and which direction to stand.  As I say in the video, I thought at first it was a hawk simply because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.   There is a lot of information that occurred in between filming the video and I’ll be thinking more about this encounter  I’ll have a separate post on it directly.

It was a very powerful morning.


To Ask is To Know

As the Spring energy has been building, I’ve made several trips back to my glen.  I dowse information or sometimes just sit in a few known power spots and listen.  My trips take me back there at least once a week, sometimes thrice.  Spending time there has been clearing and healing for me.  Last weekend, intuition led me towards shooting a video and restarting my Youtube channel.  It’s something that “clicks” with me right now.

I’m very serious about my question in the video.  I’ve been told I am to listen and to be of assistance.  The only way I know to do that is to ask, “What do you need?”  I guess we will go from there!  Feel free to respond here or in a comment on the video.

I had thought that the blog might take a turn towards dreams and lucid dreaming.  It would appear that is not the case.  To be honest, I’m not sure which way it’s going.  I do know I want to start making videos again.  Time will tell how this will all sort itself out.  For now, I’m listening not only to Spirit but to you as well!

 


Dreams

I love dreams and their hidden language. Sometimes there is more to a dream and they become something else. They become powerful, magical memories. These are power dreams and typically hold a wealth of information, joy and beauty. In the past few days I have had two. After holding them for awhile I listened to my intuition and decided to share the latest one here.

It occurred a few nights ago. Most of it is hazy and slipshod in its imagery. However, here is the gist.

I am standing and watching a scene being filmed for a show. The actors are in front of me and I am slightly behind the production cameras. I am a “guest” on the set. There are two male actor/characters in the scene. One is Dr. Who played by Jon Pertwee. The other I do not remember clearly but it might have been Nathan Fillion.   (What’s odd about this is though I am a Dr. Who fan I have no particular connection to the 3rd Doctor.  I don’t think I’ve even watched any of the episodes he is in!  On the other hand, my wife often lovingly remarks that with me, due to my humor and way of presenting myself, she has her very own Nathan Fillion.  I take it as a compliment…)

One thing that can make me giddy with joy is watching two actors fire lines with accurate precision and complexity. Think of scenes like in Sherlock or a Tarantino movie. This is what was playing itself in front of me, an amazing acting scene between a fast talking Timelord and another character. I was getting to see it first hand and, in the dream, I am delighted.

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The scene finishes and there is applause from those on set. Everyone knows they have seen something special and the actors are happy as well. Pertwee, not breaking character as Dr Who, calls me over as if he knows me and we shake hands. He hugs me and it is like I am being hugged by a long lost brother. It is a wonderful feeling. He claps me on the back and asks my wife and I to walk with him. We, of course, agree.  I remember I felt incredibly happy.

The dream shifts and we are walking outside in what might be London or maybe a nice apartment neighborhood in New York or Chicago.   It is a peaceful and friendly stroll.  The buildings have a old world brick and fieldstone look to them.  I can’t help but think of a typical sidewalk from “A Christmas Carol.”  Pertwee, as the doctor, is still dressed as he should be, in a suit, ruffles and a fancy cape.  There are some trees along the sidewalk and occasionally flowers that have dried and gone to seed.  A light dusting of snow is here and there.   He is talking to me about something and all I remember, of course, is that it was important and, of course, I cannot remember much else of it after I awoke.

But, with crystalline clarity, I remember how it ended.

seedpodsHe stops at a patch of dried flowers and becomes very excited.  “Oh!  Here!  Here!  This is what I was looking for.”  He kneels down and collects the dried seed pods of some columbine flowers.  He turns to me with a healthy smile and says, “Here, lad, these are for you!  They’re very special and you must take care of them!”

He takes my hand and places the brown, crunchy pods in my palm.  I can also see a few tiny black seeds drop from the pods and sit on my skin.  He closes my fingers around them, squeezes my hand tighter and then pats it, “Very special.  Hang on to them!  You’ll need these.”  He is so excited, I start to laugh and I say, “Ok, ok, I got it.”  He pats me again on the shoulder and we continue walking.

There is something about this that causes me to begin to wake up.  The dream begins to fade and he turns and says, “Oh, I thought that might happen.  Well, take care!  Remember, hang on to them!”

I wake up lying on my side.  I am rested and smiling.  I feel wonderful, childlike.  My hand that was holding the seed pods, my right one, is clenched into a fist and hanging a bit out over the edge of the bed.  In the dark I look at my hand and, for a moment, believe that if I open my hand those seed pods will fall out.  I don’t want to wake up because I don’t want to be disappointed!   I keep my hand closed and as I wake up the feeling of something being in my hand fades.  Regardless, I do not open my hand!

Something deep down tells me that I cannot discount this dream or the dream items still in my hand.  Even though I cannot feel them they are still there.   I stumble downstairs and sit in a chair to think about the dream.  I continue to feel wonderful, like it’s a special day, a holiday.  It’s a childlike feeling of wonder and magic.  But, what am I to do with these invisible seed pods?  I need to place them somewhere, store them somewhere until they can be planted.  But where?

Then, it hits me.  I lift my closed hand up and place it over my heart.  I open my hand slowly and press it to my heart chakra.  My heart.  I can store them in my heart and they will be safe.  I will always know where they are and I will always be able to remember the dream, the character who gave them to me and the feeling.  It takes only a few moments but I feel them flow into my heart chakra and in my mind’s eye I see them sitting on a glowing shelf.

Presently, I can still feel them there.  I am, as of yet, unsure what to do with them except to hold them and to use them to remember the dream and how I felt when I woke.  So far, it has been working.

I’ve been thinking back over the imagery and the symbolism of the dream.  I am quite sure I encountered someone there that decided to take the form, for whatever reason, of Dr. Who.  It was a powerful presence, like meeting Santa Claus or Gandalf.  My first guess is that it was my Higher Self.  My current plan is to go into some creative visualizations, some dream time and to see if I can reconnect with him.

Perhaps he can tell me more about the flowers and what I will need them for?

Or…

Perhaps I am to discover that on my own?

 

 


On Being Responsible

Cloud SpiritAn interesting thing occurred to me on the way to the next post.

I had spent a handful of days writing up a very lengthy post about my last session in the glen.  I knew I wanted to share that wonderful visit but I had also decided that I would go into lengthy detail about my initial communications with the fey and spirits there.  I had the post all done, had entered the final pictures and was doing a final edit.  I typically like to write up a post, edit it a few times while taking lengthy breaks between.  Yesterday, I had wrapped everything up and would give it a final read in the evening then post it.

Then I got home.  I went to sit down and as the post came up I was hit with a massive wave of “do not post this.”   Now, I’ve had the blogging equivalent of stage fright  before and this was not it.  I wanted to post it.  However, something else was telling me “it’s no longer a good option.”

I did a bit of dowsing and the sticking point seemed to be the details I was including.  It was, basically, too much info.  This then  struck up an interesting internal discussion for me because it has made me consider what should or should not be posted publicly online.

As I meditated and delved a bit deeper into the “why” behind the push back I got a bit more information.  Now, I want to stress that I’m still digesting all of this.  This was the first time I had written that detailed of a post.  I did feel that it could make for an interesting topic for either discussion here or, perhaps, internally with a reader.

It came down to these key points…

  • The writing is not a waste as I can use it for my own records.  It may also prove to be later fodder for a book. (Thanks to a long time friend for that suggestion!)
  • The internet is a very, very big and open place.
  • I am a fan of posting information on the internet.  I have learned immense amounts online about subjects I’m interested in, from camping skills, to crafting, to organization tips.  I think it is important to add to that pool of knowledge with whatever skill set you have.  However, this interesting analogy came up in my inner vision.  There is a need to be responsible about what you post.  There is posting the instructions on how to start a fire in the woods and then there is posting information on how to make fireworks.   I thought it was a bit ridiculous but I was being told that my latest post, with it’s included details, was more along the lines of the later.  I still don’t understand it but that is what I kept getting.
  • I was under an obligation to remain responsible for what I put out there.
  • Some things, it appears, are meant to stay secret until one is ready to experience them for themselves.
  • I could post about my last visit, of course, but I would need to omit and edit with a different focus.
  • Mercury retrograde is, as always, hilarious.

And, for the record, this is not some epic lead up to “but you can buy my advanced blog post for eleventeen dollars…”  That is not what this is about.  This is about dealing with responsibility and the ethics of this level of work.  My next step is to possibly do a reading on this.  If I get more insight, I will share it.  And, also, it would appear the next post for the glen will be a little delayed.  I have a re-write to do.

I am curious to hear other’s thoughts.  Has anything similar ever happened with your writing or with your work?  Were you ever told, “No.  You cannot share that.”

If you wish you can, of course, comment here or you may email me at alongadifferentpathATgmailDOTcom


Renewal and Reset at Samhain

Has it really been since July?  It seems to be a blur  which tells me I was undergoing quite a bit of change and education.  A bit of catch up…

At Lammas I used the Pathway Spread again to help me understand what I was to work on up to Samhain.  I decided after doing it I would not put the spread up as it was very personal and, to be honest, unnerving.  It was if the Universe had decided, “Yes, you’ve graduated.  Now… prove it.”

In short, I was to walk a pathway of Insecurities (7 of Arrows, Insecurity) with several hard tucks and turns along the way.  Even my helpers along the way were the kind of “hard love” helpers that left me exhausted at journey’s end. August was, indeed, pretty bad.  September was not much better as I was put through several ringers all focused on my insecurities and some old, negative habits. I’m not sure I did everything I was supposed to do and I’m pretty sure I did some things very wrong.

At the end though, was the Knight of Stones, a horse rushing madly through a brightly lit field.  I felt it was a destination of Independence, of Strength and of Connection.  By the time October rolled around I was fixed very firmly on that final card and yes, at Samhain, things went wonderfully and I felt renewed.  Things lightened up around October 20th and I was able to “coast” into those final days.  In the end if was if I had been that after the Spirit Quest and the “graduation” I was to be torn down, ripped asunder.

I almost did not do another Pathway spread.  Talk about insecurities, right?  I asked myself if I was ready for another period of time, from Samhain to Winter Solstice, which could prove to just be an extension of what I had just gone through.   Why would I do that to myself?

In the end, of course, I saw the folly in this thinking and late at night on Samhain, I began a new Pathway Spread that was started on Oct. 31st and finished early in the morning on November 1st.  As I did it I decided to add a new position to the spread as well making it a full 8 card reading.

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Updated 8 Card Version of Pathway Spread

Which brings us around to the NEXT Pathway Spread which I started late on All Hallows!  A spread I am going to share because I feel it is a foundational thing that I hope to use in the future for other blog posts.

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I did this spread with the help of my dowsing rods, letting them chose the cards for me.  I wanted to be very particular with my question and asked for guidance on my sacred path.  Mainly, how do I move forward from the previous destination of the Earth Knight?

My first thoughts upon turning the cards over was “Look at all the Major Arcana!”  A full total of 5 out of 8 cards.   My second thought was “Look at all the water and feminine energy!” I also did something very unusual with this reading.  I spent about ten minutes looking over the cards but as it was very late, I decided to leave the spread out all night and to actually “read it” first thing in the morning.  It turned out to be very productive.  My subconscious and unconscious must have been chewing on it all night because as I poured my first coffee of the day I couldn’t wait to get started.

In short, this is how the cards broke down for me.

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