These last two weeks will not be easily forgotten, for a number of reasons. There were some remarkable occurrances that I need to touch on here, if only for my own reasons. Spring is definitely here and for the first time in my life, the thought of a small garden and even flowers in the house has never been more compelling or important. I attribute this largely to the work I am doing with the fae in my own home...yes, I enlisted their aid to complete a novella and it has been a fascinating process.

I have been zipping off emails to my friend Tonia  with an assortment of questions because of some very interesting developments and insights that have occurred. In regards to their assistance with my writing, I have observed one thing that I hadn't counted on. At odd times, especially later at night, the fae become quite active and impossible to ignore. It seems they have their own ideas of when I should write...If I come to an impasse, I wait for them to make themselves known and then verbally mention the obstacle I need help with to progress the story...this has worked incredibly well so far and I am quite pleased with their help, for the most part.

On three occasions this week, I visited three different places that I felt drawn to, all of them along the bike path that runs beside the Thames. An energy exchange in one location, where 4 Weeping Willows bent outward from a central one, proved to be a beautiful experience. To view it, one could find little difference from a hundred other areas on either side but this one drew me. The only unique quality was that it had a sprinkling of little purple flowers that looked like bells. When I came to the contemplative phase, where one joins energetically with a plant and then allows one self to be open to any impressions from the object, known as an "ally". I received a blurry image of looking out at green branches and I "felt" young...my request to remove a few of the flowers to transplant in my own fae garden was met with an unusual message. Not in words exactly, but I was directed to the right with a phrase of "standing alone" echoing in my mind. When I completed the rtual, and went to examine what I thought I'd been told, I expected to see one of the purple flowers. Instead, standing all alone, was a single Snapdragon plant with yellow flowers, a fave of the fae Tonia told me.

One two other occasions, I stopped for a break and asked the spirits for permission to enjoy the serenity and shade, taking great pains to ensure I did no damage to the spot. Both times, after thanking the spirits there for allowing me the privelege of enjoying their home, I had a single bird fly and land only feet away. I thanked each in turn for allowing me to enjoy their home and they've flown off without a backward glance. I could also interject my experience with two beige Mourning Doves that set down on my balcony railing. For close to 30 thirty seconds, only the glass door and 3 feet of space seperated us. The idea of offering food to them came to mind suddenly and I raced off to grab a few slices of some multigrain bread. They were still there when I returned but flew off when I began to open the door. The real strangeness was that I ended up spending almost three hours cleaning my apartment!

What does it all mean to me? Hmmmm, I'm going to have to give that some more thought. There are a number of variables at work, not the least of which is my spiritual journey and all that entails. I am a Lightworker, here to fulfill a mission, promoting the Divine Love and Light of the God and Goddess. I've seen glimpses of that future in many of my "visions" and it has made one fact crystal clear: there is still much I need to learn and experience but the cost will be minimal compared to the Light I am privileged to experience and spread.

Ever wonder what would happen if they built a cell tower in a graveyard? Thanks to recent events in Pakistan, we now know: spirits of the dead, angered by the trespass, will ring people up and transmit synapse-shattering, high-frequency signals over their mobile phones, causing brain hemorrhage and instant death. You don't believe me? Twenty-seven people are dead already! Read more...

Savannah weighed in at 1 lb. 11 oz. and her mother says that her hands are so tiny they don't even cover the tip of her mother's finger. Because her skin is so thin, they're not able to hold her yet, adding much to her mother's mounting anxiety, as you can imagine. My friend is earnestly requesting your support through prayers and sending positive energy to a little girl battling to stay alive, despite incredible odds. Short of bloodletting,  my friend Gelana says she'll accept any and all positive thoughts and energy.

See you in the ether !