Playing with the Faeries

Playing with the Faeries

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

12/6/11-EVENING RAMBLING ON LOVE AND LIFE


Evening Ramblings about Love and Life

12/6/11


In 11 days, I will be married to my husband for 5 years and we will be together a total of 6 years. If you have been married or are married, you will understand me when I say, marriage isn't easy and takes a lot of work and lot of maturity.
My eldest daughter is embarking on her first actual big breakup and I feel for her but she is young and she will spring back even though it may not feel like it.
Love is work, you got to put up with another person's shit including all their flaws and stupid mistakes. But if you are still there at the end of the day, you know you have something magical deep down inside of yourself and you realize that maybe this thing called life isn't so bad after all.
Love is spirit and flow, it ebbs and wanes just like the moon mother's magic. It's heartbreaking and heart filling. You feel it from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. It makes you jubilant, it makes you sad, it makes you mad, but I wouldn't turn my back on it for the world.
For my close friends and family who know my hubby and I, they know that we had our own hiccups and we still do but in the end it all remains the same. He is meant to be with me and I am meant to be with him.
We just laid in bed the other night in each other's arms and I remember laying there with his head on my chest and his arms around me and I had never before felt such peace and oneness with the universe and all the shit we have been through just doesn't seem to matter much anymore. It's life and it happens whether we want it to or not.
I guess what I'm trying to say is don't sweat the negatives because if you really think about it, the positives definitely outweigh them. So each day, I try to make it a point to say I love you to my man and give him a kiss even when I"m pissed as hell at him because you never know when they won't be here anymore.
Life is too short to measure the negatives with the positives. Just let it flow and embrace it with all its chaos. Because within chaos, there is balance.

As always, I remain Earthwindwalker.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Parallel Ephiphany


PARALLEL EPHIPHANY


11/28/11

As we embark on the month of December, I have decided to write a blog post as I've been neglecting my writing lately. I read a remarkable book called Seven Point Eight and it started churning lost thoughts in my head. The book touched about auras, the soul, shamanism, and parallel worlds. As I was reading this book, the thoughts once again started processing in my head. Shamanism is one of the major focuses of my belief system. Lucid dreams, extra-sensory perception, parallel worlds all have been pivotal points in my spiritual path. I've astral projected many times and have touched my past lives/parallel lives. Parallels are always present in my daily life. Imagine that you are in all worlds in one way or another. A different facet of you presents itself differently in each world. Your strengths are weaknesses in these lives, and your weaknesses become your strengths in others. This is also explored in the fantasy novel I'm writing. Parallels are strangely present. I often wonder if the characters speaking to me are actually different facets of these lives. It's a heavy thought and sometimes it literally blows my mind. But too many "Coincidences" and feelings of "deja vu" are constants to write off these theories. My beliefs are constantly evolving and I feel that this is a direct result of my spiritual Epiphanies.

Well I guess that about sums up my thoughts for the moment.

Tell me your thoughts!!! I'd love to hear them.


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Hotel from Hell-Story Inspired from a Dream:)

THIS WAS A STRANGE DREAM I HAD THIS MORNING AND THIS STORY EMERGED. THIS REALLY CREEPED ME OUT AND I WOKE UP SWEATING.
I'M SURE THERE IS MORE TO IT BUT IT'S A START. I'M TAKING A FELLOW AUTHOR'S ADVICE AND WRITING SOMETHING DOWN EVERY DAY IF I CAN.

The story starts with a married couple on a trip.
They are there for something, not sure what. They find themselves searching for a hotel. The friends they are with found one. The couple seem to have a reservation somewhere else.

The couple had a hotel room but couldn't find it. They were walking down a street with many lights...big city. Reminds me of New York on New Orleans.. Lighted signs fill the building walls. Free Street was the name of the street. The hotel called Free Zone. Husband and wife are walking looking around.

They become worried they can't find the hotel and the wife keeps saying like a prayer help us find this place. She may have a special gift but this time it backfires and leads them astray.

They turn down a street that opens into what looks like a station of some kind. Store booths line the walls. More lighted signs. This reminds me of a casino that I went to in Missouri. It's not well lighted. Kinda shadowy like the magic alley in Harry Potter.

They come to a booth where a man and women sit. The name on a sign says Free Zone. The hotel clerk is a man in his 40s- well defined with sandy brown hair. The woman is 20s something or looks like it. She is dressed in a short skirt, tight skirt, red lips, long manicured nails. The man reminds me of a circus ringleader or the person who mans the freak tent. Very charismatic. Woman reminds me of a stripper or porn star. Pretty face. They both look nice but they seem to have a creepy undercurrent. They remind me of characters in Clive Barker novel or maybe Richard Kadrey??? A buzzing like sound fills the wife's head...warning flag perhaps?? Should have walked away then but they are desperate and they are in a town they aren't familiar with

The wife talks to the woman first and the woman looks at the slip of paper that the wife has with the name of their hotel. The woman smiles sympathetically and says this is a high roller room, around a grand to stay. The wife says frantically, we can't afford to stay there. Is there any place else?? The guy says he can help. There is a place for a specific clientele and certain ages can stay there. The husband and wife turn around to check out their surroundings and when they turn back to the hotel clerks (or whatever they are) The man grabs the woman's ass and the woman swats his hand away and laughs. The wife is bothered by this but pushes to the back of her mind because she is relieved they may have found a room, doesn't ask details and finds herself giving the man a hug.

The man takes them down a tunnel/street with shadows that opens into a hallway. The atmosphere feels weird and strange. He takes them down the hall that has old patterned wallpaper. Reminds me of the hotel in The Shining. Satiny panels cover some of the wall. The elevator is manned by a guard who is in an uniform. He has a military styled hair cut and is wearing a baton and a taser. The elevator is gold trimmed. The hotel man nods to the guard who in turn nods and motions to the elevator...kinda like a circus ringleader pointing to a main attraction. The elevator opens and is very large. In the elevator is two black women on large beds with soft down filled comforters. The couple urns around very unsettled and the guard is behind them blocking their way and pushes them into the elevator with the women.

The first woman has a long sharp pointed nose, short tight curls, wearing a pull on hat. She says, they did a good job on you, you look younger.The other woman is quiet but looks at the couple. She looks younger but her face looks like it had a ton of plastic surgery. The elevator is taking quite awhile to get to its destination and the wife is getting even more freaked out. What kind of place is this?? she thought to herself.

Finally the elevator stops. Two orderlies wait with two other “patients” on beds. The husband and wife quickly move out of the elevator and see an armed guard at a desk. He has dark hair and wears glasses. He motions them to a service elevator. The service elevator is dark inside and wife freaks out reaching for him. He holds her, goosebumps popping up on his arms. They get of the elevator after a short ride and the wife is saying we need to get out of this creepy place now. Something is not right here. They turn around and find that the service elevator has no buttons to go down.

They come upon a nurse sitting in front of a bunch of liquid filled jars. She is a muscular woman with a butch haircut. She looks up from her jars and says gruffly. It's always the same thing, people don't seem to understand we help people. We are not a bad place. Wife starts crying on the verge of a breakdown, her body shaking, She hears the weird buzzing again and knows they must get out of here somehow.
She pleads with the nurse, “ You don't understand, we shouldn't be here. We were just looking for a room.”

The nurse replies, “That is what they all say at first. You will come to understand in time. We need your essence. There is no going back.” She motions to the jars.
The husband and wife look around, trying to find an escape route. Two muscular orderlies appear with strait jackets and move towards them.
The nurse calls out to the couple, “You should be thankful. You really are helping people. Without you, we wouldn't be able to.”






Thursday, September 8, 2011

Excerpt of Dream-catcher

The story starts with a dream…not a simple dream. Dreams never are. They seem simple on the outside until you follow the corridors to some unknown answer. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale where the only one who knows an answer is some witch in some old cave who speaks in riddles. I hate riddles. They dance around in your brain and taunt you with their secrets. So begins my story. My life has always been strange and different. My dreams are always popping up when I don’t want them to. But when they do, they replay until I decide to write them down or do something about it. Some people would call me a precog. I just call it my gift. Sometimes it’s a curse. You see my dreams give me gifts, different talents and I have no idea where they come from. This will lead me on a journey that twists and turns in ways I can’t even begin to imagine……
My story begins with a recurring dream. In this particular dream I am the “heroine”. I don’t know what my name is but I’m sure it will come to me. Sometimes I wonder if my dreams show my past lives. The reason is I have them in sequences. Once the dream manifests it keep popping in and out of my consciousness. So in my dream I find myself walking to a house. This house looks like a museum, the kind of house that wealthy people own. How I can walk up there without tripping any alarms is a mystery to me. But I must be expected. Why else would I be here? The door opens up to show me a stiff butler. He’s the kind that will turn his nose up at the lower class. I hate that kind. He motions for me to enter and I find myself in a parlor one that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the 1900s, flowered wallpaper prevails. A lady in a victorian dress is sitting there waiting for me, drinking tea. She motions for me to sit down.
She said, “I have need of your services.”
“What services?’”
” Your unique abilities of course.”
” I’m not for hire.”
Oh everyone is for the right price.What’s your price?”
She seemed to know my special talent and that scared me. I don’t make it public as a general rule. That sort of gift ends you in a mental health facility.
I said, “My price is to know answers. “Why am I gifted with this ability?”
“Oh this is a fork in your path to knowledge.I need your abilities to find my son who was taken.”
I didn’t like the sound of this at all. It seemed very dangerous and secretive. I said, “By whom?”
“It’s a secret organization that causes things to happen.They are known for their insatible desire to gain power by whatever means necessary. It extends beyond this world and threatens to destroy all worlds linked to this one.”
“What do you mean by other worlds??? I am only aware of this one.”
She laughed musically and my vision wavered for a minute and I glimpsed a radiant white light surrounding her. Her face was beautiful porcelain, pink lips perfectly shaped. Her ears were pointed. I blinked and her features reverted back to the grandmotherly look. She said, “Really my dear, is that the truth, because your eyes show me something different. If you are only aware of this world, explain your dreams to me. And your special abilities.”
“Why me? I’m sure there are other people who are better suited to this job. Perhaps you should look into other worlds to find that person.”
“Let’s just say, you are the only one who I would trust for this job.”
“How can you trust me? You don’t even know me.”
“Oh my dear, I do know you more than you know yourself. But there is no time to speak of that right now.”

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Spiritual Rebirth

6/12/11

Been awhile since I blogged on my journal site but wanted to write about our amazing experience yesterday. We went to
Wild Winds Buffalo Preserve for their annual Spring Rendezvous. We didn't have the money to stay this time but went in as “flatlanders” to visit our spiritual family there. I've spoken about this place before many times. We considered it our second home for many years. Then chaotic energy formed there and it wasn't so peaceful anymore. Now that we have went back, the energy has been restored and I now call it home again. I have been dealing with a lot of inner turmoil lately with my oldest child and my energy has not been very positive, the minute I set foot on the preserve peace returned and I was able to think without pain and hurt and everything was as it should be. Our family camps there every year and you could feel the immense love everyone shared for one another. Yesterday, we seen kids playing outside, running and laughing and you never realize how much of the modern world and conveniences overrun your life until you see simplicity like that. Eases my heart and soul to see that and gives me hope for the future. There was a memorial ceremony for one of our dear family that has passed away and native drummers sent his soul to the creator. It was very peaceful listening to the mother drum. She stirs my soul like nothing ever really has. Later in the evening, we had council fire. This was my first one and a very spiritual one for me. I spoke my heart as Grandfather walked the circle and then he gave me my spiritual name. The energy was awesome and I walked away from the circle fire as a renewed spirit. My soul at balance once again. And the one thing that stays with me is the whisper of the wind that said “it will be alright”. The tears flowed cleansing me of the pain and hurt that I've been going through the last month. I touched the moon and stars and came back as a new person.

As always,
Heather (Earthwindwalker) Powers


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My Life 2011

5/10/11

In celebration of my impending birthday, I'm writing a blog about what I'm working on this year.

37 years on this earth and man has it been a ride. 3 marriages, 3 kids, 3 fur-kids. I'm a graduate in the school of hard knocks and getting my masters in life right now.

I've always been a writer since I was about 14 years old. The pen and paper were my lifelines. My badge of courage through my turbulent teens. I was a boring kid with a boring life so I chose to create worlds that weren't so boring. I started writing essays in school and the teachers always told me you should be a writer. You have the talent. I am my own worst critic everything I write of course is shit but that is just my negative nelly talking.

I then worked my way to poetry which was an easier medium for me. The words just flowed.

I didn't start my first novel until I ran into an idea a few years ago. I had a premise to a story. It never went further than 2 paragraphs but then in a moment of epiphany, I dusted off my folder with my work in it and just started writing. I'm still working on it and it's a slow process. I only have 6 chapters so far but my characters are still in my head demanding to have their say about things. They won't let me rest. I could be at work and a line will pop up and it will sit there and bug me until I unload it. They talk in your head. It's my opinion writers are all schizophrenics :) LOL How else can you explain voice in your head? LOL
OH that's right, I'm a writer. That's what we do.

I also decided I was going to write as an indie/self published author. There is a lot of information out there for indies and SP authors. I've been blessed to meet some exceptional authors who take the time to talk shop to me. It's all about networking. I can't stress that enough.

So following in the footsteps of my writing, book reviewing fell into my lap. Why not do something I love and comment on it to help other authors like me? So needless to say it's been a whirlwind the last few months. The enormous amount of info about book reviewers is a bit overwhelming when it's right in front of you but I love a challenge.
So with the patience of some other really good book reviewers and authors I'm reviewing, I'm slowly learning the blog biz:) Thanks to all those who have helped me and continue to help me as I make this journey to my dream.
Now it's your turn, tell me what your dream is and how are you working to attain it.
As always,
Heather Powers

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Sunday, April 17, 2011

4/17/11 Full Moon Elemental Help Spell

4/18/11 full moon spell work.
Tonights spell elemental help spell.
Tonight spell work was a tweak of my elemental spell.
EARTH-COLOR-BROWN
ITEMS OF VISUALIZATION: DIRT, AND ROCKS
AIR-COLOR-LIGHT GREEN
ITEM OF VISUALIZATION-CANDLE
FIRE-COLOR-RED
ITEM OF VISUALIZATION-RED CANDLE, DRAGON BLOOD INCENSE
WATER-COLOR BLUE
ITEM OF VISUALIZATION-BLUE CANDLE

POWER ITEMS-SHAMAN STICK
DRAGON BLOOD INCENSE
SANDALWOOD INCENSE
MAGICK INCENSE

I CAST MY CIRCLE ACKNOWLEDGING MY DIRECTIONS AND ELEMENTS
USE SANDOLWOOD, DRAGON BLOOD, MAGIC INCENSE TOGETHER AS I WAS CASTING MY CIRCLE. TO AMP THE POWER OF SPELL AS WELL AS CLEANSE IT OF NEGATIVITY
BARE FOOT TOUCHING THE GROUND AS I LIKE MY ITEMS OF VISUALIZATION

EARTH EMBRACE ME WITH YOUR STRENGTH SO THAT I MIGHT GET THE END RESULT OF MY REQUEST
AIR-SEND US GOOD FORTUNE ON THE WIND
FIRE-CREATE EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITY FOR PAUL RYAN POWERS
WATER EMBRACE US WITH THE POWER OF CHANGE TO OUR LIFE AS EMPLOYMENT IS GAINED AND WITH HEALING AND CLEANSING POWERS
I ASK FOR YOUR HELP IN THIS WEAVING OF NECESSITY AND DESIRE
GIVE ME THE MEANS TO RECEIVE THE END RESULT OF MY REQUEST
MESSAGE SENT ON DREAMS TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE WHERE NEEDED.
3RD EYE OPEN FROM SHADOWS AND DARKNESS
HELP SENT TO ME BY WHATEVER MEANS
COME TO ME WITH YOUR EMBRACE OF PROTECTION AND HELP.
I AM A SEEKER LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
I AM A DREAMER LOOKING FOR HOPE AND VISION
SO MOTE IT BE

I SET DOWN IN MY CIRCLE AND ASKED FOR HELP IN COMMUNICATING WITH MY MUSE  AND WITH MY WRITING ENDEAVOR DOORWAY THAT HAS OPENED FOR ME. I ALSO ASK HELP FOR USING MY INNER POWER TO ACCOMPLISH MY END RESULTS AND I ALSO ASKED FOR THEM TO HELP IN CONCORD WITH MOON MOTHER TO ACOMPLISH THIS.
AFTER THE SPELLWORK, I THANKED ALL THE ELEMENTS AND CLOSED MY CIRCLE.


During my spell work, a loud noise happened to the north. Very strange. I was a bit scared but continued with my spell work as  I knew I was safe in my circle. I don’t know if it was a sign that the elementals were with me or something trying to disrupt my spell work.

Either way, my personal energy was astounding J I came in and acknowledged my cats and got my cleansing from them. Now I’m super pumped about the energy I felt this time around.

Hopefully result will happen this timeJ


Any else do spell work tonight??

As always, I remain, earthwindwalker