Magic in Real Life: As Above, So Below?

“As above, so below” is the oft-repeated Hermetic principle of Correspondence. When I first accepted this idea into my consciousness fully, I have to admit, I felt a little crazy.

We had a water cooler in our utility room. One day, I walked in to water all over the floor—at least a gallon, maybe more! I cleaned up a huge, watery mess, stressed out and upset over whether the cooler was broken or if the remaining water was soon to be on the floor as well.

spilled-waterOdd thing was, after I cleaned it all up and went to examine the cooler, I couldn’t find thing one wrong. Nothing! The bottle was well-seated and not cracked, the cooler seemed to be operating properly and there was no indication of water where it didn’t belong except on the floor. No clues!

Later, I found out a child of someone I love passed, about that same time.

Knowing water represents emotion, it occurred to me the water on the floor was a massive spilling of emotion. I never found a “rational” explanation for the water, but since, then, I’ve paid attention. And yes, I’ve seen the connection reappearing—spilled water = spikes in emotion. Often, it’s me although sometimes, it’s someone else in my sphere.

But sometimes the link is so straightforward, it’s just funny. When I worked the last psychic fair, I climbed into my minivan after it was over, utterly exhausted from all the energy I’d expended (but not managed ideally) and tried to start up to go home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_html. The engine light promptly came on and some kind of fizzle came out from under the hood. I eventually drove it home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_html with the light on and later, found out the fuel pump had been blown out of it’s position and the van was leaking gas.

Couldn’t have come up with a better metaphor for how I was feeling. Since then, I’m a believer.

Do you see connections between the inner and outer worlds?

Town Crazy Stocks up on Prayer Candles

Catholic Candle

You don’t have to be Catholic to appreciate the energy invoked.

I’m sure they have no idea what to make of me–the people in the small town I live in.

I was joking with MoonPluto that I live in the same town as in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?” I’ll cop to about 15% of that assessment taking dramatic poetic license, but that’s a generous estimate. I once sat in this town waiting for my daughters band concert to start while I listened to a conversation between large men in overalls on how to properly retrieve and prepare roadkill.

At least, I think they were large men in overalls. I make it a point to have minimal eye contact when I am having an out-of-body experience.

The local grocery store here in the land of cornstalks-and-good-ol’-boys starting carrying prayer candles. They don’t cost much and I like the spiritual, heavenly theme, so I get them to burn during readings and rituals. I think religious-themed items can carry the energy of the archetypes. Like tapping that vein from the collective unconscious. So I buy a bunch of them. Repeatedly.

I know townsfolk already look at me weird. Some more friendly than others. Don’t know if bulk prayer candle consumption adds or distracts from my mystique as that crazy, pink haired Tarot reader lady. I have no idea what they make of me, period.

But you know what? I prefer it that way. If you figure it out, I don’t want to know! I’d rather leave it in the fog and not have to bother. I’ll be over here ============>> living in my magic fairy world. It’s beautiful here!

Anybody else feel like the town “color”?

Psychic Dreams?

Psychic DreamsI have had a few of what I’d call “psychic dreams,” information from outside my conscious awareness and seems to have a higher origin. For me, I can tell the difference between an ordinary dream and one to pay special attention to by how vivid they are, and how I feel upon waking up.

Sometimes, it’s a knowing, whereas other times, it’s a physical sensation that clues me in. For example, I often get goosebumps when I hit an idea that’s very important. That’s my signal to pay special attention.

Do you have psychic dreams? How do you tell them apart from more mundane dreaming?

 

Woo-Woo, Out of the Closet?

Woo-Woo, Out of the Closet? 1Talking to a friend about Facebook and the complications of mixing professional identities.

“I’m sure my web people thought I had taken leave of my senses, when I started posting a steady stream of Tarot and astrology stuff! I went from posting search engine optimization tips to a constant stream of daily Tarot forecasts and astrology articles.”

“Has anyone from high school contact you to…”

“…let me know I’m going to Hell?” I finished. I always called my home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_htmltown the “Buckle on the Bible Belt,” after all. While I have respect for Christianity, the group as a whole takes a dim view of star watching and card reading.

“No, not yet. But it’s only a matter of time. The question is, who is it going to be first? It could be family as likely as somebody from high school. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it anymore. All they have to do is Google me, and within minutes, it’s pretty clear what I do. I use my real name and picture everywhere.”

By the time Saturn finished it’s way through Virgo, I didn’t much care anymore who knew what. I was tired of keeping only part of myself visible, constantly monitoring who might have a bad reaction to what. While is was probably more prudent than just putting my color on display, I ceased tracking.

I’m in my mid forties now–if I cannot just “be” at this point, how I am and who I am, when is that ever going to happen? I’m going to start living more true when I’m fifty? Sixty? Am I waiting for my parents to pass on first? For more people to start finding it acceptable? To become somehow mainstream?

Because how I think is not mainstream. Not in this lifetime. My friend Uranus sees to that. I’ll always be the crazy cat lady because it’s in my DNA. I could impersonate mainstream, but I think little bits of my soul would be burned up in the process. And therein lies the crux–Hell, to me, is living without integrity, feeling the need to hide or lie about who I am.

Whatever skills and potentials I’ve been blessed enough to receive, I want to utilize! Gifts cannot shine if you’ve got them packed in the back of the closet, huh? Somebody may think what you make is ugly. But somebody else will find it beautiful. And besides, you really keep it out for yourself, anyway. You know?

Are you out of the woo-woo closet?

 

Secret Life of Gemstones

Secret Life of Gemstones 2I saw somebody mention in a discussion recently how their crystals and gemstones love to disappear and reappear. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to hear somebody else say that!

Mine do so with alarming regularity. And it’s not just me being absentminded! Sometimes, these things show up in places that I’ve looked dozens of times, or disappear right out from under my nose. I can get wrapped up in my own little reality, but I’m not that bad.

I’ve been telling myself they do this when I am over-using a particular stone or would just be better suited for another stone’s energy. When I need it, I’m certain it will appear on my radar. In other words, I simply personify the stone and say it’s the stone’s preference.

Flipped open my copy of Ask Your Guides: Connecting to Your Divine Support System and noticed that section I opened to was talking about little tricks various guides play–like hiding things to get your attention. So it’s not my imagination!

Maybe it’s the guides doing the hiding. Or the crystals themselves are the physical manifestations of guides’ energy. I don’t know! I just know the little suckers hide from me.

Do your gemstones play hide and seek?

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