Magical Moments

It’s been a night of very strong energy this new moon. I slept very little last night, the energy surrounding me, making words fall from me with ease at a time when I wanted only to sleep. Still the energy was beautiful and I could do nothing but lie awake in it’s presence, feeling the love speak with me and through me. I suppose that all sounds very dramatic indeed.

This energy has followed me today and I finally put it to use in a working, something I had intended to do during the wee hours. I wrote a letter and sent it a bit unconventionally, trying something new. I plan to post one as well as I’m a fairly practical person. As I worked with the energy sending the emotions and words of the letter, I felt a tremendous strength fill me. Tired but peaceful after my efforts I extinguished my candles and went off to make my dinner. Upon returning to my place of crafting, I found the candle used for the subject burning. When I had left it was completely burned down and had gone out on it’s own. I lit the candle representing me, because I felt like I should and I then set about to light the others. I relented leaving things with just the two candles, and set about doing other things. When I returned the red candle representing the love I had poured into the working, was now burning, and it burned until there was nothing left at the bottom of the candle holder. The subject candle still bears a flame, a mystery to me as it should have gone out ages ago.

Perhaps this sounds like a made up tale of magic. Trust me when I say I don’t make up such things. I have no time for made up nonsense and as my son would tell you, I’m a skeptic who questions all things. As I sit now watching the flames of our two candles, I know that sometimes things just line up in this universe and there is nothing that can diminish the magic of such moments.

Moon Gazing

It’s a beautiful evening. I just returned home from a walk with my son and the dog. The moon is absolutely breathtaking, all white, lighting up the sky with occasional wisps of clouds floating like lace over the surface.

We were actually going to try for the lake as it was so pleasant. The dog, however, had other ideas. She normally loves our late evening walks and almost runs ahead of us to get down the road. Tonight however, she was slow, stopping and sniffing almost everything. She seemed reluctant to go further toward the meadow and simply sat down in the road dead weight. She is a basset hound so dead weight with her means you go nowhere. We finally threw up our hands and turned around, heading for home. She was still edgy and wanted to go up the hill that shortcuts through our little “woods.” The rain that came earlier had turned that trail into mud so that was out of the question. We finally coaxed her home with the offer of toasted marshmallows, her favorite. I don’t know what she picked up on tonight, as it seemed a lovely evening to be enjoyed. Whatever the case, there is no arguing with a hound that large.

The walks with my son are always good, as we talk and talk. It’s amazing how much you learn when find moments of quiet with your kids. I know now I need to buy some kind of cabinet for my candles and such. I do stack them in a corner when I’m not using them and I have an old piano bench, that opens for storage. Still his one friend has very very wrong ideas about what it is I do, fueled no doubt by the movie industry and junior high school “urban legends.” He is given to a bit of exaggeration as it is and tells tales that are one day going to land him in hot water and possibly a visit from social services to his door. Now he voiced concern, after seeing my ceremonial knives, yes they should have been put away, that I might be doing sacrifices. Trust me, you couldn’t sacrifice a stick of butter with those knives, they are purely for show. I don’t own any weapons, not one.

It was nice to think I had my own little place where I could do my thing, but I see now that I don’t. A locked cabinet will be my next purchase, something that I need for storage regardless. As far as what people think about me, well, all I can do is watch as Halloween approaches and the TV movie industry takes another stab at defining who I am to the world.

Things That Go Bump In the Night

This fascinating topic came up this morning, so I thought I would put down some the experiences I have had over the years with homes and haunting. I am very open about it, but I understand those who cannot embrace it. My oldest son, who experienced the presence of things at our first home, cannot deal with it now and prefers to think it isn’t there.  It is a most unsettling feeling at times but most often one that is not malevolent in any way. Movies and media have made this a terrifying thing to many and that is unfortunate.  

 Our first home, the one my two oldest kids grew up in, had someone we chose to call “Harold” in it. It seemed that house was filled with a certain chaos after we moved in and did not bode well for relationships of any kind. The people who lived there split and sold it to us and my ex and I split shortly thereafter. I don’t blame the split on the house, and in fact should probably be happy if it in any way hastened it,  but that’s another story for another day.   I stayed there for many years as it was a nice area. Harold would take things, knock on doors, turn lights on and off and basically just do silly stuff. My kids were much more aware of the presence, and told me years later that they would run up the basement stairs as they were uneasy and felt something was following them. It just annoyed the heck out of me and I came to demand things back and we reached an understanding I guess. There was occasionally other energy around and at holidays it would peak. My daughter moved her room to the basement when she was older, and experienced trouble with her electronics on a regular basis, something that will be affected by a presence of energy. My fathers home had little of this and I don’t remember much from when I was a child. 

When we moved to our home where we currently live, we were not really tuned into anything as we were just so happy to be here. I don’t know when it all began,  but it seems to have started around Halloween, a time when the the veil between the worlds is said to be very thin. Since that time I have experienced pranks, child types of behaviors, closeness and malevolence. As another poster put it earlier today, some spirits choose to stay, for whatever reason and removing them, especially malevolent ones, can be a difficult task at best.

Most of my life I have had some sort of awareness of things around me. This has intensified as I have gotten older, something that surprised me. These things come to me in different ways but I rarely see anything. I will however, relate my experience the other day. I had gotten up from a nap and came downstairs to the computer. In front of me and covering the left hand side of the room was a white mist. I looked for a minute wondering if my eyes were still goofy from sleep. I sat down and it continued.  I don’t remember feeling anything specific with it just seeing a thick white mist. I called out a name, really silly, as the person I called for wasn’t there, but I felt a bit uneasy. I rarely see anything so to see this in front of me was unsettling.  It then started to disappear and as I turned my head I saw something  out of the corner of my eye. Then it was gone. I have no idea who was here or why. Apparently it wasn’t expecting anyone to come down to the lower level.  Whether my experiences are now changing and I will see more things I don’t know. My way has been to feel things and quite frankly I’ve been more than satisfied with that. 

I’m always concerned when I see people go looking for it, those who play with summoning spirits and such. Why anyone would do this is beyond me. I’ve never had the need to do this as they seem to find me.  Be careful what you wish for I always say, you might get it.  Where one spirit comes so might another.  The spirit world is real one that moves around us day by day. Each of us has a different awareness one that can change as we grow. It is a world of connection, of deep feeling and emotions.  Let it rest gently undisturbed.

Into The Night

The sounds of the night are many, sounds that call us into the night, drawing us into other worlds and places long forgotten. Those places sit waiting for us to hear those sounds that beckon us to return. Here we leave behind the cares of the day, and move deep within ourselves to find the mysteries that await us.  Here are the messages that guide us on our path.

The moon calls me and so I go now into this night, traveling through a mystical place, one of peace, tranquility and at times, one of discovery. Each of us must find this place within for ourselves, and what we find there will be for us alone.

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