Playing with the Faeries

Playing with the Faeries

Thursday, February 28, 2013

1ST RUNIC RITUAL-2/25/13-FULL SNOW MOON

RUNIC RITUAL 2/25/13 10:15 PM FULL SNOW MOON

I WAS GIVEN SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY FIRST RUNE RITUAL ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE OWL AFTER MY SHAMANIC JOURNEY. HERE IS WHAT WAS TOLD TO ME.

UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO BLOOD BOUND WITH US, DRAGON’S BLOOD INCENSE AND WATER ARE ACCEPTABLE OFFERINGS, PAINT THE RUNES RED, THIS SIGNIFIES BLOOD SUCH AS THAT IN LIFE AND BATTLE AND YOU MUST DO THIS WITH EACH OF US, TALKING TO EACH OF US IS ACCEPTABLE, THAT IS IT’S OWN FORM OF PRAYER/WORSHIP. SAY OUR NAMES AS YOU PAINT US. ONCE THIS IS DONE, SHOW YOUR FATHER, HE MUST SEE US. WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU PULL SO YOU MAY READ LATER AND UNDERSTAND MORE. THIS MUST BE DONE ON THE NIGHT OF FULL MOON. I WAS TOLD THAT TEACHERS /GUIDES WERE GOING TO BE COMING TO ME SOON TO HELP ME BOND WITH THEM.

I BEGAN MY RITUAL WITH A BRASS PLATTER AND A COPPER TANKARD AND TWO STICKS OF DRAGON INCENSE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS JUST GOING BY MY GUT. I OPENED THE BAG AND PRAYED THAT I WAS SHOWN TRUTH AND WISDOM AND THAT I WANTED TO BEGIN BONDING WITH THEM. MUSIC WAS ESSENTIAL AND I PLAYED THE ENYA STATION LOW DURING THE RITUAL.

HERE IS THE ORDER OF THE RUNES THAT WERE PULLED AND MY INITIAL IMPRESSIONS OF EACH ONE.

AS I SPOKE THEIR NAMES, THEY FELL OFF MY TONGUE LIKE I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN THEM, THEIR NAMES MERE WHISPERS FULL OF POWER AND INTENT.

PERTH-INITIATION

MANNAZ-SELF

LAGUZ-FLOW

ISA-STANDSTILL

KENAZ-REVELATION

HAGALZ-DISRUPTION

INGWAZ-INTUITION

FEHU-WEALTH, LUCK, ABUNDANCE

JERA-PEACE, PROSPERITY, HAPPINESS

DAGAZ-SPIRITUAL AID & GUIDANCE

WUNJO-JOY, SPIRITUAL ATTAINMENT BUT BE CAUTIOUS

GEBO-PARTNERSHIP, GIFTS WITH SACRIFICE AND GENEROSITY, BALANCE

NAUTHIZ-ENDURANCE, SURVIVAL, DETERMINATION, FACE YOUR FEARS, SELF RELIANCE

EIHWAZ-DEFENSE, ENDING AND BEGINNING

KANO –SAME AS KENAZ BUT MEANS CREATIVITY, POSITIVE RUNE, RUNE OF INSPIRATION, THE MUSE

SOWILO-SUCCESS, POWER AVAILABLE TO YOU TO EFFECT POSITIVE CHANGES

EHWAZ-CONFIRMATION, TRANSPORTATION, MOVEMENT & CHANGE FOR THE BETTER

ALGIZ-PROTECTION

ANSUZ-REVEALING MESSAGE OR INSIGHT, OMEN OR SIGN

THURISAZ-PROTECTION, FIRE, STRONG MALE ENERGY

BERKANA-GROWTH, NEW BIRTH OR BEGINNING

TIWAZ-VICTORY & SUCCESS IN LEGAL MATTERS, JUSTICE

OTHALA-INHERITED PROPERTY OR POSSESSIONS, SPIRITUAL HERITAGE

RAIDO-JOURNEY-SPIRITUAL OR PHYSICAL

AS I STARTED PULLING AND GETTING READY TO PAINT THEM WITH MY MARKER IT REFUSED TO WORK. I THEN WAS TOLD THAT IT WASN’T QUITE TIME TO PAINT THEM YET. THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING. I HELD THEM IN MY HAND AS I PULLED THEM AND THEY WHISPERED TO ME AND I FEEL THEIR HEARTBEAT.

THEY SANG TO ME AND THANKED ME FOR TAKING CARE OF THEM. THEIR MUSIC WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ENTRANCING SOUND I’VE EVER HEARD.

1ST SHAMANIC JOURNEY 2/23/13

2/23/13

SHAMANIC JOURNEY #1

JAMES LED OUR GROUP INTO A SHAMANIC JOURNEY. HE STARTED OFF CALLING IN THE GUARDIANS. AS HE DID THAT, I FELT THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF MY NECK STAND UP AND GOOSEBUMPS ON MY ARMS, THIS TOLD ME THAT SPIRITS WERE AROUND AND VERY STRONG.

HE LED US TO A HUGE TREE WITH CONDOR, JAGUAR, AND DRAGON. I DIDN’T REALLY HAVE ANY HESITATION WHEN THE JAGUAR CAME UP TO ME. AS I BECAME ONE WITH THE JAGUAR, I KNEW THAT WE WERE ABOUT TO BE GUIDED INTO THE UNDERWORLD. I WAS VERY AWARE OF MY PHYSICAL BODY EVEN THOUGH I WAS IN THE OTHER PLANE AND WHEN I STARTED GOING INTO THE UNDERWORLD, I FOUGHT IT IN THE JOURNEY WORLD AND FELT IT IN MY PHYSICAL BODY, MY WHOLE BODY SHOOK AND TREMBLED. ONCE I BECAME MORE LINKED WITH THE JAGUAR MY FEARS EASED AWAY AND I FELT MY JOURNEY BODY RELAX AND MY PHYSICAL BODY DID TOO. I REMEMBER SEEING A LAKE WITH A BOAT AND WHOM I IDENTIFIED AS CHERON TAKE US ACROSS THE LAKE. JIM WAS GUIDED US TO A BIG FIRE WHERE WE WERE TO SEE MY ANCESTORS. I SEEN A GROUP OF PEOPLE AROUND THE FIRE AND WHEN THEY WALKED UP TO ME, THEY WERE THE PEOPLE IN MY DREAM OF THE METAPHYSCIAL FAIR. HE TOLD US TO GO TO THE ELDEST AND GET OUR WEAPONS. THE ELDER WAS VERY ANCIENT, MANY WRINKLES AND FEMALE, SHE HAD LONG BRAIDED WHITE HAIR AND SOME KIND OF SHIFT ON. SHE FIRST PUT ARMOR ON ME MUCH LIKE THE VIKINGS CHAIN MAIL AND HELMET, THIS SURPRISED ME AS I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS. I WAS EXPECTING A CLOAK. AS SOON AS THE CHAIN MAIL WAS PUT ON, SHE THEN PUT A FUR LINED CLOAK OVER THE CHAIN MAIL. SHE THEN CAME UP TO ME WITH A WRAPPED PACKAGE. WHEN SHE OPENED IT, IT WAS A HUGE SWORD, INSCRIBED WITH RUNES ON THE BLADE, VERY HEAVY, THIS THEN MORPHED INTO A STAFF WITH RUNES ON IT, THEN THE STRAFF MORPHED INTO A BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE, OLD KNOWLEDGE,

THE FIFTH SWORD FROM THE LEFT IS CLOSE TO THE SWORD IN MY DREAM.clip_image002

IT GLOWED IN THE FIRELIGHT. THEN WE WERE TO GO INTO DARKNESS AND FIGHT WHAT WE WERE AFRAID OF, AGAIN, I FOUGHT THIS VERY STRONGLY IN THE JOURNEY WORLD AND THE REAL WORLD, MY BODY STARTED SHAKING AGAIN.

AS I WALKED INTO THE DARKNESS, IT BECAME A LARGE CAVERN, AND A HUGE SHADOW CAME FROM THE WALL..SIZE OF A SMALL DRAGON I WOULD SAY, DARKISH GREEN, PART REPTILIAN, PART SPIDER LEGS. I REMEMBER JUMPING ONTO ITS BACK HOPING TO TAKE CONTROL OF IT THAT WAY, THIS WHOLE SCENE WAS SAME, VERY AGITATED IN THE JOURNEY WORLD AND THE REAL WORLD. I SCREAMED FOR IT’S NAME AND IT WOULDN’T TELL ME, JUST KEPT THROWING ME OFF, THEN I REMEMBER FEELING SUCH AN IMMENSE RAGE, THAT I FINALLY JUMPED ON ITS BACK AND SCREAMED SUBMIT AND GIVE ME YOUR NAME, IT ROARED, “LAGATHOR” I TOOK THE SWORD AND SLAMMED IT INTO ITS HEAD AND THEN IT STOPPED MOVING. WE THEN WENT BACK TO THE FIRE AND I TALKED TO MY ANCESTORS, THANKING THEM FOR THEIR GIFTS AND ASKED IF THERE WAS ANYTHING THEY WANTED OF ME, THEY SPOKE THESE 3 WORDS, TEACH, HEAL , PROTECT, THEN I CAME BACK INTO MY BODY.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

WICKED WIND BY HEATHER POWERS

This poem was inspired by a early morning experience I had recently.

The wicked wind doth blow as a mournful howl arose.

The white wolf doth walk between here and there

And seen by none but one.

The wisdom he brings rings true.

The traveler wonders what can be found

betwixt the seen and unseen much like a dream.

The wanderer should not tarry and should be wary

of the dark faery as she awakens from the deep deep sleep with many thoughts to keep.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

SIMPLE CLARITY

THIS IS A REPOST FROM A POEM I WROTE ALMOST 2 YEARS AGO…INSPIRED BY A POEM I HEARD FROM ANGI SULLINS A LONG TIME AGO.

11/29/10 Inspired by a poem I heard..

SIMPLE CLARITY

memories flow gracefully from ones body as the words are written by pen…scars torn open to flow again…hands grasping and embracing..new beginnings start again.

Inspiration is but a butterfly learning to use its wings:)

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memories flow gracefully

from one’s body as the

words are written by pen

scars torn open to flow again

hands grasping and embracing

new beginnings, start again

inspiration is but a butterfly

learning to use its wings

free flow words

bleed onto the page

in the book of regret

sadness flows freely

as the madness begins

clarity is sought

in a web spun of dead ends

knowledge is power

of creation or destruction

you pick your poison

pen strokes flee the

paper unnaturally

the words are spun

in the air

creating a spell

to disrupt the flow

of thoughts in my head

fantasy eludes my grasp

as I fight off reality

my relief comes slowly

in the form of a light

a beacon in the never ending

storm of despair

clarity is found again in the

simplest of dreams

where it was there waiting

for me to seek it

peace enfolds me as

the realization sinks in

that I’m not alone

once again,

I’m closer

to truth

that I thought

was lost in trails of

misdirection.

Misdirection disguised

as a fork in the road.

Follow my instincts

and everything works

out as it should.

So the ending is

really a beginning.

A transformation of sorts

Complication becomes

simplification.

It always was.

Just needed to ask the

right questions.

As always, my words written are unknown to me until I read them back. It’s like my muse follows me into enlightenment and types with her fingers through me. Words become sentences and sentences become paragraphs. Simple yet complicated. I can’t describe the feeling. I just feel my fingers type and don’t know what is written until the end. Profound words of wisdom disguised in poetry.

What is your muse and inspiration? Please comment and share.

Until next time, Earth

DREAMS AND SUCH JANUARY & FEBRUARY 2013

After my shamanic cleansing Saturday at The Wandering Owl and an enlightening conversation with one of my shamanic mentors, I’ve determined that my ancestors have been trying to tell me some things and after a particularly vivid journey Saturday evening, I finally figured out what. I’ve been using my paternal spiritual gifts because my maternal ones were either lost or stolen several generations ago and it appears that I’m being called to start the process of fixing something that occurred in my maternal family line several generations back. I have also been imposing limitations on my shadow self who I affectionately call Green Woman. She is full of wild magic and very sensual and feral. I basically did this because I was afraid of what I can do and the unknown factor terrified me. I’ve came around full circle again and accepted that part of myself and decided to remove my self imposed limitations and see what happens from there. The first thing I’ve noticed is that I’m feeling very balanced and centered and because of this, I see things with crystalline clarity. This excites me as well scares me a little but I’ve came to accept it.

So I’ve decided to put down my dreams that I’ve had over that last month and give my analysis of each one.

Dream #1 1/19/13

Starts with me walking outside a warehouse trying to find something.

In my head, I’m thinking a metaphysical gathering and I’m trying to find my way there.

I come upon 2 dogs who remind me strangely of gargoyles.

They do not scare me just make me feel like they have ancient knowledge and they felt like guardians of some sort. I speak to them and ask them where the fair is. They turn and start walking to a house in the middle of nowhere and pause until I follow. They take me to this old cottage and there is a family there. An old woman, young couple and kids dressed in what I would say is peasant clothing. I ask them where the fair is and they point to this building and say. Go there.

I walk into this building which looks like a warehouse and come upon what I would say is a carnival of sorts, there is an olde tyme ride and a man running a ride that looked like a train... he didn’t seem to notice I was there until I spoke and asked where is the fair and then he looked up and pointed. There are kids in old fashioned clothing running around with huge lollipops.

I walk through a doorway and see two slides. One that falls into a pit of plastic balls and another one that is like a waterslide. A little girl comes up and says these are the fun ways to get there pick which way.

I choose neither and then was guided into a room with old machinery…no one is here at all. I see a double set of doors at the other side of the room which feels very cavernous to me. Then I walk into a room where there are lots of costumes hanging on rollaway holders…hats, gloves, dresses, feathers and there is a sign hanging that says I must get a costume on to proceed. I bypass the hats as I seem to have an almost obsessive aversion to them and then I look over the racks and see a group of woman at a table making what appear to be masks, laughing. I ask them where the fair is and they say through there. Another doorway appears and then I see various members of the spiritual group speaking in small groups.

My dream ends there.

ANALYSIS OF THE DREAM:

THE FOLLOWING DETERMINATIONS ARE MADE BECAUSE THEY ARE THE PARTS OF THE DREAM THAT ARE THE MOST VIVID,

THE DOGS ARE MY METAPHYSICAL GUIDES AND AFTER A CONVERSATION WITH MY HUBBY ABOUT THEM HAVE DECIDED THEY ARE WHAT I WOULD DESCRIBE AS FOO DOGS. THEY ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM.

THE BROKEN MACHINERY IS MY ANCESTRAL GIFTS THAT ARE BROKEN AND I NEED TO FIX. THIS PARTICULAR PART OF MY DREAM IS VERY VIVID.

THE AVERSION TO THE HATS AND MASKS IS PART OF MY BROKEN LEGACY AND THEY ARE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE. PERHAPS THEY ARE MY TOOLS TO USE. THIS IS ANOTHER PART OF MY DREAM THAT WAS VERY VIVID AND CLEAR.

Dream # 2

The dream opens in a large city with many apartment buildings and I’m led to an old apartment building which has many floors and I’m walking up to these floors thinking this is my home. I feel I have children but I have this crazy thought that they are missing. It feels like me and my house but yet it doesn’t.

I feel a sense of urgency and then I look outside and people are looking up at the sky and screaming. I’m immediately put in fight mood and feel I need to find my children to protect them from what is coming.

I run down the stairs and find myself going to a bar…people in the bar are strangely apathetic and appear to be unconcerned about the screaming outside. I walk up to them and try to say…get out of here they are coming and you need to leave now. They look at me and shrug and say nothing to worry about mam. At this moment the sense of urgency manifests and I am compelled to start looking for my children a unwavering sense of protecting my children fills me with dread…the air changes texture and I look at the sky and see a green moon with some sort of strange electricity and it in turn stretches and connects to another green moon and so forth until there are 7 green moons with crackling blue electricity all around them and I remember saying they are coming I need to find my children.

I then woke up

THE ANALYSIS OF THIS DREAM IS VERY INTRIGUING. I BELIEVE THIS IS ANOTHER MESSAGE FROM MY ANCESTORS THAT THIS PROBLEM MAY GO BACK 7 GENERATIONS ON MY MATERNAL SIDE (Moons mean maternal generations). THE THOUGHTS ON MY ANCESTRAL GIFTS ARE THAT WE WERE POWERFUL HEALERS AND THAT AN OUTSIDE INFLUENCE WANTED OUR POWER AND ESSENTIALLY TOOK IT FROM MY LINE OR WE CHOSE TO HIDE IT AND ALL THAT I SEE ARE PIECES OF A LARGER PICTURE RIGHT NOW AND EACH DREAM IS ANOTHER STEP CLOSER TO FIXING THE PROBLEM.

Dream #3

In this dream, I feel as If I’m looking through the eyes of another and reliving her experiences. This woman meets a man who seems perfect for her and he weaves a tale about his place and what he wants in a woman…wines and dines her in fact and then she is just drunk enough that she can’t drive so this man who seems so ordinary and harmless says he will take her to his place so she can shake it off. There are dull stirring of danger in her head but she ignores them and walks out with the man. He is tall skinny and very well-mannered and well spoken…very handsome. He takes her down some road in the boondocks and at this time the voice is getting steadily louder that something is wrong. She ignores it and then end up coming to this national park and he shows her a truck camper... She really starts to freak out now and clears her thinking. She realizes this man isn’t who he seems and she must tread lightly. She starts to say what happened to your apartment. He said I never specified where it was. Come on my lover, She is very scared but acts like she is in love with him and he takes her into the truck camper and starts talking to her about how much he loves her and how long he has been searching for her and her perfect t mask of agreement slowly cracks and then he becomes very agitated and screams at her that she is a liar and that he will show her what he does to whores. He pulls out a long serrated blade that glints and his eyes go completely blank.

Then I wake up!!!

THIS DREAM IS ABOUT THE OUTSIDE INFLUENCE THAT CRAVED OUR ANCESTRAL GIFTS AND I BELIEVE IT WAS A MALE WHO WANTED THE POWER AND TOOK IT FROM ONE OF MY ANCESTORS OR SHE BECAME SO FRIGHTENED THAT SHE CHOSE TO HID IT SO IT WOULD BE SAFE.