(Note my Illuminati, full disclosure, eye).
Well I was feeling really buoyant.
Oh yeah hung over, slow to start...when the party ends...and work kicks in.
I love reading cards, I’m good at it. The Tarot is my friend.
Yes, I hide behind my cards, I’m not ready to have thought streams and dead people turning up off the cuff. Book an appointment please.
And therein lies the rub.
I do not want to be the callin lady for urgent business. It’s too messy and could have been avoided had you decided to book in for a full reading earlier. (My blog, my rant, I get over it).
Some things I have discovered, about my reading and the cards, yours will be different, but the fact I have discovered this about myself and the tarot relationship, should suggest
If my cards are kicking up dates over six months away, the message is more in the cards, than in the dates. Although I have had two instances, both within the same reading, that have given me pause for thought. The Fool appearing in past position, seems to be a way of the cards saying. “All of this spread, is because of something that happened in the past”, indeed, the outcome card gave the date of the original faux pas, rather than the time the incident will be reconciled by. And the King of Swords, Death and the Ace of Swords, can mean teeth trouble, when appearing within a reading, not necessarily in that order, or together.
Dates can be fitted in with long term goals, but really, unless I am looking at the most disciplined of people, rigidly held and i's dotted to the T, shit happens. Three months is long enough to show the tendencies of thought, emotion, reality, cleansings and general wellbeing, that are going to reflect in your manifestation, of the Magick of being you.
My goal, for everyone, is to get them using their intuition, to help people navigate their world in a beautiful way. I’m a Magickal life coach. My training is ongoing, as should yours be, but I have definitely paid to learn what I am doing, live what I am doing, and have watched it work, for both myself and others for long enough, to charge a fee.
I also have been working for long enough to know, if people don’t pay a fee, they don’t value or think about the information presented, deeply enough to make it count and use for positive change.
I want you, reading your own cards, using a pendulum, or to become so aware, of how energy affects your body, you can tell your yes from, your no.
My standard teaching for survivors of childhood abuse, in particular highly sensitive or empathic people is this.
N.B. I use the Chakra as energy areas of the body, you may intuit your own energy system, but these areas of the body will still respond in similar ways.
Sometimes living really can screw with your intuition, as the people you love and trust are often the ones that hurt you. So, you may feel you are continually "going against" your greater good.
A lot of people know about that "gut feeling" (some listen to it lol). And yes, it is there to keep you safe. Many believe it is the sacral chakra responding to people and situations. Here is the thing though...This area has brain cells, which may be why a lot of memories, of relationships, are stored or energetically pinged here.
When you meet someone, and you get that gut feeling (for good or bad), it may be that the energy of this person is evoking the sacral memory response. For this reason, I would like to introduce you to another form of intuition. That of the heart chakra.
If you place your left hand over your heart chakra, place your attention within its glow, and redirect your focus to the person met, notice what changes. If you relax, it may have been the sacral memory mentioned earlier. If the feeling is the same and the gut remains tight, MOVE ON!
Now this handy little tip is great and can be applied to those "prospects" in the bar. When you get those wow, eye meeting moments...Reach up and adjust your bra strap (disguising your left hand over the heart area) and redirect your gaze. Listen/feel what changes. It may be your sacral going: Hell Yeah! Two Pairs of Shoes under my bed tonight! Or leading you into the karmic dance of another chance to be the one that ends those, no good abusive, go nowhere, run arounds.
Alternatively, if your heart is still singing...This may actually be the one. Trust it..
This line, or thread, of thinking has a long lineage behind it. I’m sure others have put it together also. I have just been practicing a new/old way.
Mr White, during a Necrophysics lesson over at Rune Soup, mentioned how he felt a yes or no answer, come in from the universe.
Juhl’s mind went into overdrive. Yes or No, what answers that instantly, a pendulum, what do you have to do with a pendulum, you have to program it! You align yourself with the pendulum and ask it to show you a yes, then you ask it to show you a no, and some, program in a maybe, or up to fate, or something neutral, allowing the universe/source/energy/God some privacy or discretion of action.
So, I aligned myself, with me and my kind of energy (love) and asked, straight out for how a yes was going to feel and how a no was going to feel. Boom instant physical answers.
No, I have not had a chance to go gambling yet, responsibility and being aligned with love are my thing. And I shall start small 🙂
I am however extremely excited.
When I first began work in the intuitive field, don’t make me count how long ago, I began shadow work on myself, and there was no way I could get such a clear and crystal, yes and no response, (yes, I tried) and no way, would I have trusted that signal. Mr White and I however, share some Doreen lineage, it would appear and I am using that game card, to put this thread of thought, out. (My naming them, is a lineage of my thought, which goes way beyond them both. One could term the beginning in time, of this thought collective, an Ancestor). You shall have to sign up for the course, as I did, for much more.
Finally, the point of this whole long missive, I think is a good one. Using my methods and systems and thought patterns, a lot of love from and for others, I have evolved to the point where I am a relatively in control cosmic conduit. I have allowed myself to dig deep, to hurt, to ritual, to meditate, to do whatever the fuck it takes, to make it to and stay within that special place of growth, aliveness, levity, compassion and love, that allows me to be as I believe we were all meant to be. Yes I’m egoic, yes I’m opinionated, yes I have chosen my own programs. I am totally human. Happy to evolve my ways, if you can show me something truly better. The best part is, if you haven't got that flowing, healthy, almost in control feeling, where you are picking up what the universe is putting down, growing a wonderful life for you, your family, and the world, YOU CAN GET IT TOO.
I am the biggest screw up I know, sexually abused, drug addicted, hooker, bankrupt, sinner, you name it throw it at me, it will justifiably stick. And yet I feel great. You can too, just carry on doing what you are doing, sharing what works and owning those muck ups. Sometimes learning sucks. We should only need a lesson once. Reach out and book some time with me, if you are on your second or third round, I could support you in your efforts to grow. Be scared, change happens, let fear guide you if that is what it takes, transmute that fear to anger and wow, we have Alchemical gold for change.
I hear this rumour that Mercury and Neptune are doing this dance, and Mars is there and Sirius is disappearing for the first time ever on Tuesday, and isn’t it all a bit much?
Live your own Legend
In peace, strength and love
An amazing week. And an amazing day.
It has been a long time since I spent 10 minutes in front of a mirror, gazing at myself with love and appreciation. Someone had to do it, right? So I volunteered, signed up and got the job. Wow, the interviewer made an excellent choice.
So there am I, parked, choku re intention music on the headphones, candle lit, breath cycling through earth and source, starting to open and pour forth love and this annoying piece of hair was obscuring my vision. Brush and brush I tried only to realise, hair it was not. It was the hood between my brow and my eye lid. It is sagging!
Oh my goodness, tits, tummy, chin, now this!
It took me several moments to re-center, I can tell you, and you can bet, as I did, I kept my pelvic floor tighter than a Mo Fo. Uh uh, oh no, gravity is not getting that one! Yet! I “wrapped” that yoni, like only really close friends know I can.
Any hoo, I did it. I managed to get the same flow of love, going for me, that I have for you guys.
An old dragon, opening an old pathway. It was beautiful.
A most wonderful Birthday.
Thank you All.
Well I didn’t pick up a Space Virus, I caught one though. And worked out how to circumvent it.
How do you occupy the devil? Tell him to count the grains of sand; if, AI is the devil and the target words are the grains of sand.
If you want things to slip unnoticed through the sands of time, I suspect the same distraction, can be used by/on humans, as it is on the Devil and AI. Timing is everything, as the planets continue to bare out.
I’m not kidding when I say using the deeper darker threads of Magick are beginning to show upon the user. It is unfortunate to loose so many great minds, because they could not transmute, or at least invert, vengeance to protection, or replace harmful ways.
I myself caught a huge dose of my own medicine, an old manipulation, revisiting me through “soul” family. Transmuting those moments, to where I am knowingly acting from love, was very hard. An attack will come, through your finances, your pets, your internet interaction, and/or your family. Family are hard they get straight in to the heart.
Thoughts and ideas have lineage, they come to us through the mists of Ancestors, always they can be traced. A sudden spark has it’s basis in something that happened before. Archimedes and Eureka in the bathtub, the Kohler light bulb moment. There is always something there, a reason and origin, from when the clogs began to turn, to when they clicked into place. I would ask that you follow, someones thought or model through to it’s origin, before putting it out as your own, or adopting it. Mention others, we are in a contribution, collaboration stage of evolution.
Sure give the exercises a try, keep your highest good in mind. One thing I have noticed about a lot of Magickal systems, is that protection flows across them all. My school motto “Fear of the Lord, is the beginning of Wisdom”, especially when you don’t know which “Lord”, is a great reason for the Sovereign Soul to gain clarity on what you are doing, across all the, what are now called dimensional/astral/journeying levels.
A lot of meditations and systems of energy, have in built steps, or progressions within them. A breath must be learned, a tool must be made, certain dietary requirements must be followed. There are reasons for the steps, that lead to a piece of knowledge being understood, that may not be immediately apparent, in the first “rush” of the exercise. Find out what they are.
Notice the energy return exercise (my I.p.) it is weaponised, in that you are giving peoples energy back to them, and owning yours, if their energy has been intentionally toxic, then they will wear that, just as in reclaiming your energy, you are responsible for what comes back, you put it out. That can be scary. Especially when you know how low your vibe can go. Own it, face it, heal it, release it.
Lowest vibration love, is being made real. It doesn't look like I thought it would.
Patriarchy and hierarchy aren’t being kicked to the ground for no reason.
Protect the shit out of everything. On every level. Those saying as long as you are always love, you will not be targeted, or you will be safe from targeting. A very quick flick through Google in particular to Stop the Crime.org will set you right. Those who say "we are in control of everything", have obviously never been tagged and released, by whoever it is that is tagging and releasing humans. Even Richard Dolan admits the microchip practice is happening. Don't forget the very real, Intellectual Property Theft and unacknowledged use of your work. Practice gratitude for others knowledge, most people, as am I, are happy as long as you say their name.
Please remember, some energy is yours own it, some is not, send others energy back from whence it came. Be sure to reclaim your own, notice how it feels as it lands. Transmute, or heal, any residual damage. Hurtful and harmful experiences make for great poetry, lessons, exercises, dances and creations, when they are captured from within and externalised. Yet even within that externalisation there is a responsibility of the heart. Make those Cthulu moments count.
Some lessons come to us through time.
The Urban Legend on St Agatha, was that when she died, she caused an earthquake that killed two High Statesmen, who had a hand in her rape. Walls fell on them. Maybe a final terrorist act of Will. She knew she was a goner, she had a little help, but she got her death together, in performative art. Kind of early suicide bomber programming.
“Do not offend Agatha’s nation, because she will avenge all insults”.
Is her Motto
If your own back bone, is not strong enough for the task, at this stage, then reach for your highest good, that of your family, that of the world, dependent on where you align, reach with a readiness to accept the fullness of you. A unique note, harmonious with the whole.
In Peace, Strength and Love
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I often wonder, when entering space, on the marks, that time leaves.
I walked into my office, now with mattress on the floor, as a young one is home. An extra layer or sprinkling of magick, of mermaids and floaty, flying things, with bohemian, hippy accents and flowery soft perfume, greeted me.
Gracefully jumping the mattress, I sent my, bits and bobs box, sailing, the draws closing as it tumbled. A timely reminder yes, but it was the way the layers of sage dust, cat fur, powdered frankincense and myrrh, just for a moment, caught the light and fair folk were there, within vision. As the floaties hit the floor. They became dust. Something to be cleansed, cleaned and cleared. Got rid of, cast off.
Endings of dreams long ago, some fulfilled and others languishing, in the dustpan, with brush, afore the rubbish bag.
The big pieces of our layered lives, we pull out, examine and explore. But the other stuff, the drifting skin cells, the ashes of yesterdays incense, we brush, we blow, we scrape away. Hoping our lives retain a patina, a polish of high sheen, that someday one shall notice, think of and enjoy.
The Devil is in the Details.
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In peace, strength and love.
Oh my, what a few weeks it has been.
Come gather round the fire for I’ve a tale to tell.
As many of you are coming to know, I really enjoy Rune Soup, the podcast hits a lot of my YES! Bones.
And this tale begins as all tales do, with a mission.
Mission, Bush fires in Tasmania, Put them out.
Mass intentions work.
The first thing I did was rally the weather crew, or those able to pray with a new tech.
For which I used this link
And then the fun began
Initial prayer of Orpheus
Tasmania, Australia, is desperately in need of some rain.
For those of you who can, please send some there.
If you do not know how, here is a little prayer that may be said.
TO THE CLOUDS.
The FUMIGATION from MYRRH.
Ærial clouds, thro' heav'n's resplendent plains
Who wander, parents of prolific rains;
Who nourish fruits, whose water'y frames are hurl'd,
By winds impetuous, round the mighty world;
All-thund'ring, lion-roaring, flashing fire, 5
In Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire
Impell'd by ev'ry stormy, sounding gale,
With rapid course, along the skies ye fail.
With blowing winds your wat'ry frames I call,
On mother Earth with fruitful show'rs to fall.
The Hymns of Orpheus
Translated by Thomas Taylor
With intent the rain fall where needed.
Blessings and thank you.
After which I journeyed and came back with this.
Divination I drew
A sign of things to start, yes, little did I realise how difficult things would get, as what I can only perceive as weather tech, came into battle with Will. I decided to use every hour of the grimoire bits I had, that I could, on rethinking "fire putting out" tech.
I also watered the garden after every journey, ostensibly being a fireman and putting out fires.
Chaos rocks the LARP
Intuitively changed Facebook pic and profile
A rain intention is happening for Australia at 3:30 pm New Zealand time.
Huon Valley in particular is in flames.
Please pray for the beings of land and place.
Next thing I knew, we misfired by a mile or two
Reference to Saturn having rain found on Titans moon, not Tasmania.
I wasn’t too worried at this stage, as I could see the rain we were calling moving in, but I began to take notice of what was happening in Cairns and Townsville. The rain there was getting heavier, the rain off the West Coast was staying there and this was taking a long time to work.
Many of you have been involved with weather intentions with me before. We know we get those fires out, within hours. We know we get those hurricanes turned around. There are two years of intentions and weather responses at least on my Facebook timeline. We know how to yank on storms arms, still a breeze and put out fire.
Looking close at the radar still seeing forward progress.
(see the blue down the bottom?) be vigilant and get the clockwise rotation going at the bottom of Australia.
Hour of Mercury, time to start a journey, is 30 minutes away, down under.
And I came back from that journey flabbergasted.
Two issues were preeminent, the first was, I could not actually journey onto Tasmania, I could view it, fly over it, stand off the coast and blow breeze, but I could not actually touch to affect or find a way into the beings there, to offer support. Fire/Anger maybe, burning away all that is not needed, as we move upon the spiritual expression of our lives.
The second though, I was witnessing a Will over Weather Modification battle. No way was any water being allowed onto Tasmania or out of Townsville, if there was a beaming station that could stop it.
Jan 28 Postings
Went on the journey horrified to find out we were being defeated by HAARP
Thank you to those who are helping with the bush fires in Tasmania.
I had not realised when I asked, that there would be two harp stations directing our efforts away.
I sat and watched the beams on the weather satellite last night. I was gutted. I'm so sorry to of had your time and energy wasted.
But I do thank you for trying.
Now to find another way.
In peace, strength and love.
Juhl is upset. All that prayer and energy on cooling and watering Tassie. The satellites are clearly showing harp beams, pushing cloud and rain away. Time for a rethink. Just as well I love puzzles.
By now Townsville was in Big Trouble
Day of Mars hour of the Moon, Down Under. In 3.33 hours it shall be the hour of Mars. Time to Ask For Aid. St Agatha is still on spot fire duty, maniacally cackling with each one she pounces on, gee she hates fire, Who is left?
A journeying I went.
On the 30th the journey was answered by Austin Coppock and Gordon White.
Jan 29 Facebook posted
I have been working most of the night, in stealth dragon mode. (I poisoned myself here trying to work out how to take out a HAARP station energetically).
At that stage. I must trust what I and others have done to be efficacious. I swear I feel rain in Tasmania. Love to All and to All a good night.
There were always light touches of Misty fairy rain in Tasmania, just not enough for a good dampening down.
The wind and temperature however were being held in check. Lol I’m sure a lot of cold air was imported from the States and England.
Watched Gordon’s show, two answers to both of my issues. I hadn’t been able to Get On Country, as I hadn’t been invited. So, I turned up before the local dead and opened my heart before them. They knew I was ‘staying with the troubles’ and allowed me in, once I had sung the fire song to Others.
The second, of Aid, was answered by a name I can say but cannot spell, in a mass meditation, meeting a dragon, of different appearance to me, but who also disliked forest fires, to the point of anger.
Managed to transform the anger, to motivation for change, on the third visit. And garner an assurance of help. It was nice to be spiralled across the land visiting England and Tasmania.
I was also gifted some new tech, to get around HAARP, and given words around using Facebook and WiFi and other Newish Inventions.
"You see, your location, no matter who you are, has been known, and can be found upon request, regardless of Faraday cage or never having been ‘seen’ by an electric device. The vision tech, at the high end, simply doesn’t work that way. On the low end, it’s only some witches, warlocks, narcissists and psychopaths, who thrive on making others miserable, and we are here to heal those. Make yourself as bullet proof as possible, using whatever tech you need. As soon as people work out there are ways of getting what they want, without resorting too, or inflicting harm upon others, the hope is they will, with support, change. If not, well placed energy returns have accumulative effects. Stay in Love." or something like that.
Jan 31 Journey tech.
Gentle flow from wingtip,
earth met softly stirs the breeze,
backward heat does flow,
onto itself no fodder found,
whence gracefully defeated,
By here the mass intention and women’s work or crafts were well under way. Kaitlin Coppock had water on maps. (Remember the first journey pic, the women being drawn in). Longed worked with beings from other lands were being asked advice and granting aid. It was extremely exciting to be among, watching Magick come alive.
My lighter wouldn't work, so I had to use pieces of paper off the element on the stove, ostensibly to light my candle, which kept going out at the door of the "office". Each piece of paper, became the forest fire, put out in the sink with ooddles of tap rain.
Finally, after much love, effort, healing and new tech the rain arrived in Tasmania, and a 1000 year forest was given an break. Perhaps even another lease on life, if lease is what it is. A lesson of old, existing among and alongside the young, each working to fulfill each others needs. unique parts creating a whole. Beautiful.
The effort was massive the coordination and variety of crafts on show amazing. When the Magickal community can come together and work things out, I see nothing but hope.
An example, I got frustrated, upon reading the advice of another, I refused my beings offerings. Terrified also, as I did not have the promised offering to pay, for if it rained. I checked the lotto tickets and they paid for their own Rum! Now they are in the lap of luxury. The dead definitely came to be.
St Agatha, was remembered by more people than ever, within the online communities I play in, which has really been hard going. I guess there is something about a sexually abused Saint, a female at that, that don’t float some boats. Get over it. And thank you to those who saw her.
And about that new tech.
Here is the clue, the elements are not just containers, they are pathways.
I have had a play, thought I got one fire out, it sprang back to life, an hour later (which is another clue). I am missing an anchoring piece.
Final word, there are no 'secure' pathways. If you are working on behalf of Earth and her beings, consider every avenue infiltrated, by either dark beings, or AI, both on and off line. As such it makes no difference where or when you post. The only thing that makes a difference is getting off our butts, getting involved and actually 'doing' the work, you 'thought.. How much easier this would have been if the Beaming stations wanted Townsville dry and Tasmania wet?
Keep the big in mind, but the Devil is in the details.
In peace, strength and love
Dark Moon is on my mind.
No matter what the light source, there is always a shadow.
I know, into the shadows is not a place people like to go, preferring to think, that with the stroke of a pen, a distraction, we can push those deep hurts, down deeper, or perhaps they will simply fade. Yet always they twist and rise to the surface, longing to be heard, to be felt, to be released.
The gloss of memes as they ride past our feeds, propping us up to feel better, when in reality, you could feel better without the memes, through meaningful connection and the depth of contribution a conversation requires.
As we hide loneliness, grief, and anger from others and self, this is the one night where you can deeply honor those that have gone before. Allow yourself to feel, feel deeply, the depths to which humanity has plummeted, own your part and acknowledge how deeply, you yourself have been hurt.
Acknowledge-own-make peace-let go.
Tomorrow we begin anew
In peace, strength and love.
I didn't have much to do this week, so I thought I would spend as much time in ceremony, ritual, being as sacred as I could. because you know, old and just not buying in and why the Freak not.
Though worth, is a word, that encases a set of concepts, that come from places that I do not want to go, at this time. Why, because imagination, or thinking creates things, that can be traced to origin. These origins may be termed Ancestors. An instant second path appears that of blood line. Do we now have two strands of DNA? Any how. Words
Words like Witch. This is good, have a read,
When you take a word, remove it from it's origins, both of thought and blood, and drop it, as an infected blanket, over many populaces, use the term as the only descriptor, for a couple of hundred years, because you have denied any other, drag it back out, expecting it to encompass everyone working in energy fields, at this time, we have a problem. snif sniff, I smell empire.
Thank goodness I'm a magician.
Another wonderful drop of gore that passed my screen was this, I'm staying with the troubles, here. There have been times within my life that I have thought and used, the argument contained within to elevate my culture above others. I apologise. To any, who I have offended and will offend, as I carry this thought through, again I apologise.
I'm a little floored to find, my ancestors carrying out cannibalism, and I really want to know where this came from. There is a touch in the article on Homeopathy and like curing like, so you have a pinch of crushed skull, necromanticaly sourced (possibly). to cure a headache. Right, but me, I'm interested in the weaponisation of or Satanism of, or naturalisation of such products as Adrenachrome.
Were my Irish and Fair Folk Ancestors out there eating each other? Or are we seeing a period in the time line, where Empire brought over its more sinister aspects? Human ownership of others.
Here is a modern take from Joe Rogan.
But this really is just a modern take on a past practice.
Don't buy in to the 'who are you to judge' thing, judge. And please stop telling Maori that they were cannibals, as if your ancestors were above the practice, they were not.
Now, apparently they have locked the gates to my "Church".
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