Monday, August 24, 2009
I've abandoned several plans in the course of my life. The first one was a dud: a religious conversion in my teens turned out to be just an excuse to hide under the bed for a couple of decades – which is why you didn't hear about me twenty years ago.
Another religious conversion finally freed me to follow my conscience and my heart, so the changes I've made since then have been course corrections rather than dead ends. I've been homing in on the beacon fired by my appetite for mystery and service.
As I proceed on my course, I begin to suspect that the path to Easy Street is shorter than I thought.
When I first began working with the Law of Attraction, I was inspired to dream big; to call into my life exactly what I wanted in a house, a vocation, what have you.
But as the road opens up, I begin to suspect that it's shorter than I thought. I don't mean to say that it's easier; just that I'm getting so much joy out of my rickety mobile home that I may not need my own replica of the Gamble House after all.
If I can deliver solid service to my clients, maybe I don't need worldwide fame.
Maybe an annual trip to my mentor's place is as much fun as trips to Europe.
Maybe my little garden is as much fun as an antique collection (but I really need a few nice pieces of furniture and art glass for proper comparison, I think).
*By the way, try to get Creating Your Ultimate Destiny used if you can.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Everybody knows there's power in music. It's just as powerful at the altar as anyplace else.
I'm developing a soundtrack for my altar time.
- Surely He Died On Calvary by Rev. James Cleveland (not sure why, except that it makes my hair stand on end; it's partly the wailing harmonies in the background as Rev. Cleveland sings. But the rest of it is: Jesus knows.)
- Satan, We're Going to Tear Your Kingdom Down by Shirley Caesar (I like to add: Black candles gonna burn your kingdom down!)
- "Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?" - haven't selected a version yet, but it's a good old spiritual with a proud universalist message.
- Lord, Do It by Rev. James Cleveland (...while this candle's still burning, Lord!)
Because when I went to the health food store to buy altar candles, I stopped on the way home at the feed store/ice cream parlor and had some mushroom ice cream. Honest to god, made with candy cap mushrooms. Looked like vanilla-with-speckles, tasted like maple nut. Great stuff, and only available a few weeks a year.
And I don't have any pictures to show you.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Now, I must tell you, that it struck me as a lucky omen.
Here's a closeup (right), just so nobody misses the connection. I call your attention to the caption on the picture.
Now, what say you? Is this a sign that my work is blessed, or a call to further service and attention to detail? Or (most likely) both?
Sunday, July 5, 2009
For me – and, I know, for some other spiritual workers – acting in the spirit world, outside the familiar five senses, is just like a deaf girl playing great music. You don't get the same feedback the angels and ancestors get. You must learn to value signs and omens to find your road to miracles and wonders.
That is all.
(Thanks to Anne Naylor at the Huffington Post.)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
- You need to get up early so as to leave some of the bathwater at the crossroads around oh-dark-thirty, or anyway right before sunrise (especially true for cleansing baths, not so much for other kinds).
- You have to air-dry, which means you can't use a towel, so as not to wash off the blessing or dilute the cleansing.
- You have to put on clean clothes, not yesterday's, so you have to plan ahead.
See, a couple of days ago, probably because of some enemy/justice work I was doing, I had one of the worst poverty tantrums I've had in years. Even an invitation to apply for AIRR membership didn't turn me loose. Friends, I was sure that not only would I starve, but I would never do any effective altar work again, and never had. It was bad.So I resolved to bathe in ... I was out of hyssop, so I settled for a little Cast Off Evil oil in warm water ... and took it to the funny-shaped crossroads a few minutes' walk away from my house, along with the remains of the enemy candle I burned.
Peace returned as soon as I stepped out of the tub.By the end of the following day - yesterday - optimism returned in full flood. I returned to my altar work with zest and eagerness. I'm building a new justice altar, as a glance at my tweetstream will show you.
So, I'm telling myself as much as I'm telling you: never, ever hesitate to take a spiritual bath. Do it right, or as close to right as you can. Attention to detail is the better way, of course, but sloppy is probably better than not at all.
Friday, May 15, 2009
This is a traditional conjure spell; it serves the same purpose as a honey jar. It is based around the name papers and candle wax from a spell I did for President Obama during the presidential debates last year. I also added patchouli, yarrow, borage, thyme and other herbs for protection, courage, attraction and wisdom.
While I was praying over it, I remembered an old English rhyme, which I improvised on:
Remember, remember, the fourth of November,Here is the loaded apple at the bottom of the planter,
the end of treason and plot.
I see no reason why return to reason
should ever be forgot.
and here is the basil resting comfortably on top.
"Evil can't be where basil has been," so I have been taught. I will plant a little sage and yarrow in there later.