A Golden Gift

 

I am happy I have magical paradigm, one in which I believe. Just yesterday afternoon I had another visitor, a golden dragonfly. He or she positioned them selves on the branch of a Mexican Bird of Paradise with bright orange blossoms, so that the sun hit it perfectly and light it up like am LED light, like a golden gemstone emanating light. It would take off and return finding that same magical position, over and over. A very cool show. I wonder when others see these things if they too think of magic. Right before writing this I saw them again, this time they were flying in and around the fairy house.

I share this from another blogger, The Golden Dragonfly Society.

 Why the Dragonfly?

As a nymph the dragonfly does not impress.
But his transformation to flight is the best.
Agility and lightness on his wings
Foretells the happiness and joy he brings.
Flitting from side to side and up and down
He’s searching for something all around.
With eyes that provide unlimited vision
He serves as a symbol for self revision.
Shifting perspectives, we see different things
Like changing reflections from his flapping wings.
So he is a symbol for life’s transformation
And all that comes from self realization.
Who would have guessed that the dragonfly’s flight
Would mirror our search for the meaning of life!
— Some One

The totem for me is golden (Archangel Gabriel) as it was from the setting sun in the West, golden communications, transformation, and change. Have a blessed week.

A Visitor

Hello everyone. Lots of love. Life is good. This afternoon while sitting on the patio chatting with my sister, I flipped out as something large flew by my head. I turned to see a blue dragonfly chilling on the ironwork of the metal outer door. It sat there, and sat there, just a foot away from my chair. It is still very hot in Arizona so I had the misters on, I thought perhaps it was just getting some water. Once I decided to go in, a good 6 minutes later I slowly opened the door but it remained there. It was so close to me, they are beautiful and have big heads. lol

Meaning

Dragonflies take on the role of spiritual guides for us. They are powerful yet graceful – even in high wind. They show us how to navigate life’s storms with confidence and ease. They motivate us to let go of whatever holds us down or holds us back.

Source

They also mean change and transformation. A clear sign for me and my sister.

The Seeds are Inside the Core

The apple has been eaten, proverbially, I don’t really like apples. The school year is over on Thursday, my first year as a teacher is done. How do I feel about that? I feel good about it; in that, it is over, and in that, I feel accomplished. It is good to work hard towards a goal, but very consuming. So  consuming I could not stop and focus on a movie, (I did however spend a day watching videos on YouTube a month or so ago).

From the fire to the frying pan, (an idiom) I have been lucky enough to earn an invitation to a summer writing institute at ASU, it is teachers, teaching teachers. I have had the best 10 days of my life recently, so many wonderful things and opportunities, I can’t even begin to share them all.

I like when my sister sings, unrelated, but she came in singing.

 

Berry Blue & Bunnies Too

Frankurt Radio Symphony

Happy Fertility Ritual, or Happy Ishtar to you. Spring is thriving in the magical garden, fairies abound. The energy and weather was great today, I for one really enjoyed the day.

Without an in-depth comparison between more Pagan celebrations and that of Christians, and Jews, let me say, I love you all, no matter which Spring holiday you are celebrating.

Rebirth and the renewal of life . . . oh glorious Spring.

Atlantis is rising and we are the age of Aquarius~

For your perusal~

Horus

Hidden Origins

The Nature of Reality

Gerald Clark & Rex Bear

Casey Playlist

Did you know that you can dye eggs with blueberries?

 

Golden Key & Me

Recently I recalled a dream. I was well rested, otherwise my dream recall has not been great the last 5 or 6 years. I fell asleep listening to talks about Edgar Casey and the Akashic Records, which is I believe where the dream sprang from, obviously. In the dream I was in a modern building and someone was giving me this large, heavy, and ornate gold key. I mean the key was six inches long and about 3/4 inch thick. However, it had a couple small embedded lights in the top part. They then took me to a building across the street, entering it was empty in the foyer and the guy took the key an opened the door, but I did not see how he did it. When we entered it was a golden vault, all you could see were walls in an octagonal shape with locked boxes (like at a post office) but golden. I felt like each wall was a front and would open to another place. Anyways we glanced around the room, the person was like “Well here it is and here is the key” I am not sure if that is what they said, but we then left and he gave me the key. In the dream I thought, I do not know how to use the key? What is that place? Why did they give me this key? lol Interesting dream but understandable considering what I was feeding my unconscious mind.

 

Peace & Love

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Cha Cha Changes?

The full moon in Aries has been brutal but beneficial. My life appears to be on track but boy has it been difficult, for like five months now. Is it ever going to let up in intensity? Lol. One thing I have learned about myself through all of this is that I am stronger and more resilient than I believed I was.

So at school today my framed diploma that is (not yet hung), fell over and broke my green, good luck, Chinese cat statue. Seriously! One of my favorite, adorable, students shouts “Karma” from across the room, which clearly it is. It is as symbolically interesting as the time I saw my first scorpion and killed it with the heavy volume of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Except, this time does not really feel like a positive. I went to what I considered the best source to help me explain this symbolic occurrence, the iChing. The readings are usually spot on, cutting to the core of the matter, this readying is no exception. I digress below is the reading, It was very deep and a bit intimidating.