Synchronicity.

Did you ever wonder about synchronicity?

The other day I got out of bed in a bit of a mood, hassled Jim about his time keeping as we had to call in for milk on the way to work as certain of our customers drink it by the bucket load; and these particular customers would be in that morning.

When we got to the supermarket, they didn't have what we needed. Jim got it in the neck again because I didn't feel we were doing our job properly and we should have gone to the warehouse the night before. Nag, nag, nag.

Then we got stuck in traffic where there usually isn't any...and a bus driver really wasn't helping matters. Horns were blaring, tempers were fraying and I was watching the clock go round knowing that we would be late and have to play catch up.

We got to the end of the road only to find the police had blocked it and we had to go the long way round. Getting later and later, but it explained the traffic. When we reached the other end the police were there, too. There'd been an incident involving violence right outside the café and we weren't allowed near the crime scene. We were turned away from our premises.

By the time we were allowed back in, the baker had been turned away with our bread order, we'd lost most of the day's takings and no longer needed the milk that had started the trouble that morning. Oh yes, and we discovered that someone had stolen one of my karate trophies....I just hope it wasn't involved in the violent crime.

Now, my thoughts are these;

Did I somehow start a nasty chain reaction by giving in to the miseries that morning? Or, did the intense ferocity of the attack on our doorstep send tidal waves of negative vibrations to upset our more usual placid temperaments?

There's no such thing as co-incidence.  

Paganism / Withcraft

Paganism or Witchcraft.

Those of us who celebrate the cyclical events of Mother Nature's Universe, have become more able to act in our own best interest.

Paganism itself is not straightforward and I'm not sure that I fit nicely into any one particular religion. But that's what's so good about this belief system. No-one pushes, no-one condemns, no-one preaches, everyone is willing to help.

What I see and understand of what is and what may be, is just my outlook on this reality. No-one else's. I don't try to convert anyone, and I don't want to be told what to think or how to behave.

For me, if you're interested, Paganism entails an understanding and gratitude of Earth's harvest, her natural medicines, flora and fauna, wild weather patterns, tides, hormones and all things related to the moon, rocks, shells, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit, Yin and Yang and a healthy understanding of one's own deep and motivating consciousness.

And, even if you're not interested but have read this far, Paganism allows freedom of thought without restricting control. We are able to make things happen; and only exercise our natural abilities for the good of all.

Witchcraft is the ability to transfer natural abilities to enable easier and healthier living amongst those with a strong belief in Earth's healing and psychic power, her leylines and magnetic forces.

Paganism is more interested in the power of the conjoined minds than in any physical body image. Therefore, race, colour, creed, and physical ability become imperceptible. The beneficial, spiritual power of mankind is what enables new and productive ideas and progressive thinking for perpetual life. For us, paganism opens up shamanistic guidance, dream interpretation, and astral travel.

Armed with the knowledge of self hypnosis and meditation, pagan's can achieve peace, harmony, longevity and scientific bewilderment. I want to be a part of that.

We made our peace about a month ago. RIP Marjorie. 1910-2012

REPEATERS

Why are teachers so afraid to think for themselves?

Why are our children being fed a concoction of propaganda, aggression and hate? So that wars become the answer to fictitious problems and hate nurtures the conflict.

Children unquestioningly hang on to their teacher's every word. Of course they do. Teacher is the font of all knowledge.

Well, guess what? S/he isn't.

These days, teaching is a job, not a vocation. Three years in an institution that shows you how to pass exams by repeating what the examiners want to hear, and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt; you can call yourself a professional and be paid stupid money for making monkeys out of innocent children.

So-called teachers can only repeat the systematic government propaganda to indoctrinate information into the minds of our susceptible young, who readily soak up any drivel fed to them. Their developing minds are so open and ready to receive true knowledge and the guidance to use all their senses to the full. Instead, they are expected to swallow the nonsense that our government feeds them via their foolish teachers. That is an unacceptable, criminally neglectful situation. These adult brains have been dulled to a sludge grey by university training and are no longer capable of encouraging thought processes of their own, let alone those of a bright, alert, eager child.

The population is becoming so stupid that soon we'll have to send out the bloodhounds to find an iota of intelligence. And teachers seem to be more idiotic than most. What is it that's said? “Those that can, do. Those that can't, teach.”

Lucid Dreaming

Have you ever been inside a dream knowing it's a dream?

I do it all the time. Lucid dreaming. Quite often I can wake up in the night, toddle off to the bathroom, go back to bed and rejoin my dream where I left off. The good thing about lucid dreaming is that you are able to control the content. You can even go back and make changes. But it is so very real, even though you are aware it's a dream. This type of dream stays with me throughout the next day and gives me points to ponder and consider. It is usually very helpful to my current situation and is sometimes prophetic.

A few years ago I discovered something odd. During my waking hours I noticed that I was sometimes in a dream-like state; a little uncertain as to whether I was awake or asleep. My surroundings would be slightly fuzzy and off-centre. When this happens, I try to orientate myself; to decide if I'm really in bed sleeping or just had my normal day knocked out of kilter. The world around me becomes not quite real, not quite solid, the senses tell a confusing story.

So what is real? I have come to the conclusion that dreams are dreams and being awake is also dreaming. Life is an illusion that we can manipulate and enjoy, that we can alter for the better, that we can learn from through experience. This world is nothing but a sensory observation, a platform for pleasure. True life is on many cosmic levels and holds many degrees of love, understanding and being, for which no body is necessary. Our dreaming is joyful practice for what is to come.

Magick Children

The tinies are learning about themselves and the magick that is within them. It is an exciting undertaking that involves the whole family unit.

(The path to enlightenment).

To demonstrate the power of the mind in a positive, humanitarian and responsible manner is not beyond a six year old child; provided that child has constant adult guidance from a dedicated and trustworthy mentor.

Children believe in the magic of fairy tales. Of turning naughty boys into frogs, or pumpkins into golden carriages. They believe in Spider Man and gnarled warty witches. Of course they do because these are the stories they've heard at school and through the media for the whole of their short lives.What our little ones are learning from us is the value of participating in shared emotive circumstances and helping to make a beneficial difference.

At first, the children thought we meant that they would be able to conjure up vast quantities of ice cream or get rid of all the baddies in the world.

So we had a little talk about achievable goals, about treating others as we would like to be treated, about thinking things through and never causing harm. We decided to start with something simple using their instinctive abilities.

Child #2 wanted to be included in a small group of boys at school but had never been invited. He thought they didn't like him and was quite upset that each day the group would have lots of fun in the playground without him.

I asked him how he could show that he liked and approved of these boys and their games and explained how infectious a smile could be. He agreed to try it but didn't seem too sure. The next time I saw #2, I asked him how it went and was rewarded with a beaming grin, (which I returned because they're infectious, you know). The smile had won the day and he now had a larger circle of friends.

Hopefully, the children will learn how to improve their lives, cope with challenges and make positive changes to succeed and flourish, using heightened awareness and natural instincts. They will understand the need for balance in their lives; for giving and graciously accepting, for shadow and light, teaching and learning, playing and resting.

It is our honour to help our little ones see the world with awe and wonder, to use our love as the medium for passing on knowledge. To join our hearts and minds in the Nature of the Universe. 

A Helping Hand

Husband has decided to help me lose weight.
He regulates my food portion size as I had said I didn't want to diet, just eat less.
He has bought me a second hand rowing machine. 
He steers me away from his stash of beers and points to the water tap.
He smiles lovingly, says "well done" and pinches my fat cheeks.


Husband is a skinny beanpole who loves food and beer but refuses to exercise.


But now I think of it, he probably eats less than me and he works very hard about the home and workplace. That's a lot of exercise. Granted, he likes his beer and has a small beer belly to prove it but he could probably get rid of that in no time at all.


So I have to do my bit. Husband really does care and wants to help. So I will exercise more and eat less. I will drink herbal teas and steal only small amounts of beer. The day will come when these cheeks are un-pinchable. Thanks hubby. Love you.