Thursday, May 24, 2012
Merry Meet and Happy Weekend Blessings, my Beloveds!!!
So, not so long ago I was asked by someone if our Coven had cast a spell on them because they had been experiencing a string of bad luck.
My response was simple. "No, we wouldn't do that. The Universe works to keep things in balance".
What I actually wanted to say was, "No, we wouldn't do that! But perhaps if your life didn't consist of anger, hatred, jealousy, cruelty to those weaker than yourself and random acts of douchebaggery, you might understand why it has chosen to treat you in kind". Of course, I didn't say that.
That being said, I do believe the Universe and/or the Gods keep things in balance, just not in the way one might think.
Have you ever known a person so negative that they can suck the life out of a room just by entering it? It's very uncomfortable just being in their company. If, like the rain, you stand in it too long, you'll find yourself drenched by it. So is true of those who shine. The brilliance of their energy shines so that they draw everyone to them.
Not all who experience tragedy or hardship are responsible for bringing it into their lives. I've seen the most horrendous things happen to the most beautiful of people. It's difficult to understand or accept. I've found the most comforting explanation is that this is a necessary part of the soul's journey. One must live through, process and move past the experience in order to learn and grow from it.
I believe that there are people however, who find it impossible to "move past" their most difficult life experiences. They hold on to their anger, grief, fear or insecurities and allow them to color who they are and in turn, their entire existence. In essence, they literally become their worst nightmare.
We all grieve our losses, no matter how great or small those losses are. Some are easier to move past than others. But when one can find no plausible explanation for the unexplainable, they may look to place blame where none can exist. You can't blame death on the dying. Well, perhaps you can...but to what end? Physical death is finite, so too will be one's grief should the appropriate help not be sought to work through the pain.
Yet while grief may be a reasonable explanation for negative emotions, there are those who dance precariously through life behaving with reckless disregard for the way their actions impact on others, only to find themselves dumbfounded when an avalanche of shit falls upon them. And their first inclination is to look elsewhere to place blame....with the exception, of course, being the mirror.
Ah...but the mirror is the one place we can't escape, can we? The gift of ourselves we share with others, for better or worse, comes not from our reflection, but from our soul, the seat of who we are. We can dress up that image that looks back from the mirror, but inside we are unchanged. This alone, for some.....should make for many a sleepless night.
And just when you thought a Witch's spell was to blame your misfortune....
In Darkness, Light!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Merry Meet My Beloveds!
How have you been? Yes, I know...it's been a while since we chatted, but my life has taken on some odd twists and turns and I've only now sat down to take a breath! :::Inhale....Exhaaaale:::
Ah that's better!!!
So, this weekend I've met with a startling revelation! That being, that the dead are capable of using you like a cheap hooker when they need to get a message to someone they love! Allow me to explain...
A little over a year ago, I learned via Facebook that an acquaintance of ours was seriously ill. I use the word, "acquaintance" because I can't, in all honesty, say that Roy and I knew each other very well. We had mutual friends and attended a few events together, but sadly we never had the opportunity to become close friends. What I did know of Roy was that he was a joyful, fun loving person, who had found his soul mate in his fiance', Michelle.
That being said, upon learning of his illness, I wrote to Roy to tell him how saddened I was to hear of his misfortune. He asked that I not share the details of his illness, as he only wanted positive energy being sent his way. He also asked that we keep he and Michelle in our thoughts. I was more than happy to oblige.
I heard very little from Roy afterwards, with the exception a few of his progress updates and the the lovely, albeit bittersweet photos of he and Michelle's wedding. My heart broke for them. Roy was diagnosed with lung cancer and his prognosis was terminal. A short time later I learned that Roy had passed away.
Michelle wrote me to tell me that a celebration of Roy's life was going to take place in the Spring and that Roy would have wanted us to be there. Strange, I thought...given that Roy hadn't really known us very well.
Michelle emailed me again when the plans were finalized and for reasons that were unclear to me at the time, I felt compelled to be there. But why? Surely there were others that knew Roy much better than my husband and I that would be more appropriate participants in a celebrate of his life?
As uncharacteristic of me as it was (I've never been a fan of dead people), I knew, with absolutely certainty that on May 5th at 1 p.m., there was only one place I was meant to be!
As we drove to the ceremony, I mentioned to my husband how important it was that I be here. His response was simple, "then you should be."
Oh Roy, you dead people are so much better at this than I ever expected!
When we arrived and upon seeing Michelle, I was almost immediately overcome by emotion. There were tables arranged with photos of Roy as he enjoyed this life. He was always smiling! The center of the hall was set up with a beautiful Native American altar that consisted of an equal armed cross constructed of stones. Suddenly, I knew that I had something that I needed to add to the altar.
I rummaged through my bag until I found a small, white heart shaped stone that I had been carrying with me for years. I sought out Michelle and asked if she'd mind if I lay it on the altar with the others. Her response was simple..."a heart", she said with a smile.
It was then she told me that Roy had always teased her about her ability to see hearts in everything...in the clouds, the trees, etc. If there was a heart, Michelle would find it. Suddenly, I understood why was so important that I be there to celebrate Roy's life. Roy had a message for his soul mate and I believe he knew that I would understand why it needed to be given to her in a way only she would understand.
And undertand I did. When my sister passed away, I asked her to send me a sign that she was ok. I asked her for something very specific, that only I would know. A heart shaped stone. Within minutes, it was there, lying at my feet. I have carried it with me ever since. The stone I placed on the altar celebrating Roy's life was exactly like one I found on beach after my sister's passing. As with my sister, Roy had sent his message of love to Michelle from beyond the veil.
As the celebration drew to a close...Michelle shared something that made the occasion even more poignant. This would have been their first year's wedding anniversary.
Roy, thank you for this blessed gift. It meant more to me than words can say. Don't worry....we'll take care of her.
In Darkness, Light!