Sunday, July 29, 2012

I could die happy! Since I almost did twice today.


I know a thing or two about a witch or two in Jim Thorpe (and beyond).
I’ve met a few new one’s today. 
     One of the newly budding Daughters of the Goddess said clearly that she is a ‘Christian Wiccan’.  
“Well golly!” I smiled.  “I do believe with everything I've been through that I also take the Goddess with a side of Jesus too!”

Yet another had asked me later in the day  “I’m sorry what do you mean by Goddess?” 
To which I replied “while most faiths have male based deity, Earth based theologies celebrate an equal creator; SHE.

These holy encounters I was blessed to have threw a past flash at me. I remembered electronic hub-bub over my recycled glass, Jesus mural in January and the mystery of the red, not so fairy dust that needed to be sifted through emotionally, social media wise and what not.  Jesus has touched me quite a bit since then. And in this moment, from where I sit right now I can honestly say; Jesus is my brother.  That mural opened a conversation that I needed to have with him to understand fully that we are born of the earth sent from the divine realm. 
 Fear separates us. Love brings peace. 

Call me whatever. What you fear in me, you fear in you.   I’m a good person with a good heart and great intentions. By no means what so ever am I perfect. I am human and fuck up often. 

Speaking of fucking up, I almost had two major accidents today.  One while driving and another as a decorating malfunction.  
My heart skipped a handful of beats both times. It was intense. 
I questioned if today, was going to be my last day on earth since 
within an hour my physical safety was threatened on such a level.
Since I ask for my signs in threes. I was hoping there wouldn’t be a third opportunity that was worse and possibly more lethal than the previous. 

As the day went on I awoke to appreciating all the minor details even more. I even became so grateful I was wiped out that I sent blessings to everyone around me on the street or otherwise.
Today I served for the first time in my new space. I turned to the course in miracles prayer for July 29th from a book I found where my office now is and it read:
July 29th New Beginnings.
Coincidence?.
And so I leave you with an ultra cheesy, oh my god my life flashed before me twice and yes indeed this is a new beginning gratitude list.  Let me first acknowledge Jesus, God & Goddess because today I understood fully that the universe had my back.

Cheesing in 3..2..1

     I love Sundays. I love today all of it from start to finish. Happy endings are awesome! I love connecting with people, serving and inspiring transformation. I love smiling at strangers, complimenting them and holding space for them in a deep hug.
     I love children, laughter and lightning.  I love greeting someone you haven’t seen in a long time with a kiss… unexpectedly.  I love giving thank you cards, books and writing. I love being organized with purpose. I am stoked for fact that I’ve embarked on a new journey on a pirate ship made of silk and sari’s. Seriously, there’s water beneath my new office and it makes me feel like I am floating! 
Food is awesome. So is earl grey tea.  Driving my car makes me happy. Katie Perry’s album makes me happy. I love all of my amazing peers and friends who showed up to make my new space happen, community really inspires me.
I melted over the fact that my kid asked her father to roll down the car window so she could blow me a kiss goodnight tonight.  This makes me complete.  She followed that amazing statement with “because my heart always knows it’s way home.” 
Finally, I got to spend time with someone I’ve been dying to connect with and it was rediculously brilliant. With that said if I died this moment I would die at peace because :

I lived my truth.
I loved regardless of labels because I get it. Once you see past all that and make love a priority you will find a path to peace (x3).
P.S.
Jesus said so.

Believing in magic and miracles,
Mick G

Monday, July 23, 2012

I BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC OF JIM THORPE


Celebrating a year anniversary since the release of Witch Wolf? The Curse. 
The sort of true story of my childhood and how I creatively chose to deal with my (demons) bullies.  

This morning in meditation, reflection of how I came to town, remembering events that took my life in an amazing new direction of possibility and service to the community.
  
I recalled when the phone rang 6am, July 16th.
My mom was freaking out "You picture is huge on the front page of the Times News". 
Having my picture on the front page was so much more than being in every news stand in Carbon County. It was also having my picture in my neighbors homes, of peoples homes in close radius that were strangers who I may run into at the grocery store. 

All at once I got a lot of "Do you remember Me's?"  I hadn't the first clue...

The front page picture was more than me posting the release of my book on my Facebook wall.
It was so much more than crazy sexy diet inspired me, with hair extensions, smiling like I was retaking my Senior portrait in front of a tie die throw at Strange Brew.
Coincidence? There are none!

Opportunities and relationships with people I had yet to meet unfolded cinematically. 
I thought I had met all the people of Jim Thorpe coming high off the Burlesque horse.  
But minus a boa and cheeky stage name, I was emerging as ...me.
I made lots of interestingly, interesting new friends and acquaintances.   
I was even asked out on dates. 
The news article, would become a lethal weapon against me at one particular point in the story.
I know at least of one copy sitting in the back seat of my parents car fading to yellow.

Moving to Jim Thorpe - the very town Mick's is bullied in. Talk about law of attraction. 
Yet I was so very vulnerable with my truth this past year, admitting all my faults and fictions out loud to strangers and new neighbors.  Hoping to build community one smile and hug at a time.

Today I ran into the first person to buy my book.  She met me through Facebook.
It was bittersweet. I didn't actually didn't run into her. I wasn't running at all. I pulled up to my apartment. She and her boyfriend were removing things from the dance studio across the street.
I was on the phone but my attention was to her.  Reflection washed over me: how we met.
She believed in me.  I believed.  
She believed in my message.  I believed it was a Miracle. 

And out of love I took it as a sign.

A year later I'm looking down at her and her boyfriend going about their business as 
I stand in wonder peering from my bathroom window ....should I? Should I? Should I say something?
I certainly don't want to manipulate the outcome. 
And I've certainly had enough of the bad stuff.  Really kinda over all the bad stuff.
Give me a sign......I just watched.  I found safety in my keeping silent.

This woman (& her boyfriend) were very much integral
in the beginning stages of my magic carpet ride into the Rabbit Hole. 
I realized at that precise moment I was witnessing that they were in transition again.
Ironically, so am I.  

This personal phenomenon, The events of this entire past year, seeing multidimensionally, having experienced super coincidences light up the carpet ride of my coming to Jim Thorpe. 
I can tell you firmly:

I BELIEVE.
I believe something, someone greater than me 
heard me praying, saw me the days I was on my knees 
 ...or up at 3am wide eyed talking to ghosts....
& whipped up a batch of miracles and life lessons 
sending Sophia & I  sliding down the muddy hill
 to good ole Mauch Chunk.
I believed. 
I believe every opportunity no matter what the outcome, at this moment has been a huge blessing. 
I'm in awe of what's become and what's coming.  
Sophia and I have cultivated a small family and community of friends that feels on most days like home.

Facing bullies between Witch Wolf? & newspaper pages and whispers on and off Broadway and running into the same girls from sixth grade, I believe coming from a space of love versus anything else, rules.  I have been called "Cosmic Dirtbag", have had my car vandalized more than once, have received harassing emails, FB messages, bones on my doorstep and have met people without bodies that probably shouldn't still be here.
In that lesson, in standing up to coming home party of bullies I  learned something very valuable and put into practice  - 'In My Defenselessness My Safety Lies.'  
I will not give in to any one's conflict living, dead or otherwise.

I am sad by how badly we can behave when we are hurt.  Myself included.  
So I will continue to choose peace. 
I don't want to fight. I don't want to be screamed at. 
It's sad we don't smile and share laughter anymore even if it is necessary for the good of all.  
As a mother of a four year old, TIME OUTS are necessary.  

Looking out my bathroom window at a woman I knew briefly in 2011, taking all of this in and listening for a sign
I can clearly see into my sisters heart. 
This roller coaster of emotions and healing and investigating has led me to this very moment. Forgiveness.  Defenselessness.  Love.
No matter what... I took a deep breath...I chose all of the above.

I am so grateful for all of the lessons, for the amazing people in funny furry hats
and what not that have taught me along the way.
Here we are. We are moving forward.
I am in gratitude over the girl who believed in magic and the message in my book. 
Thank you, wherever you are and where ever you are going.  (& your boyfriend too)
I'm holding space for peace for all of us who at one time not too long ago were very
 excited to be the Alchemists.

Here's to turning pages and new chapters.

...I BELIEVE.

XOXO


Monday, July 16, 2012

knock knock, it's the reaper

The funny thing about being in business with death is...I'm in business with death.

It's all around me.
Inevitable even when it's shocking. Obvious even if the kids are out just having summer fun.

I heard the beetle scratching it's legs. Then another landed on me. I smelled sulfur and choked.  I ignore the signs keeping my head held high toward the miracles in between.  Death's been dancing in the streets and I've been avoiding him like the plague.

In an attempt to quiet my mind for thirty minutes today, among the chaos and rubble
the hooded cloaked figure appeared next to me as I found myself on an unfamiliar platform watching bodies board a futuristic, silver train. Then there was a familiar face....
Within a second of everyone boarding from the opposite platform, the train made an exhaust sound then departed like an amusement ride. Quickly it launched downhill into a huge black hole.
That one familiar face turned, starring back at me blankly like she knew it was coming too.

Death met me in meditation, slapped me a high five then pointed me to the exit sign.
Brutal.
It's the first time I was up close and personal to the faceless figure at least, that I know of.
There were groupies, white skeleton type figures that were smaller and unpleasant to look at that chased me out of the meditation. I found myself running for cover away from these things
 gunning toward my 'safe place' begging my inner guide to put the Jedi bubble of protection around me and bring me back safely to my body.

With all of the transformation taking place within the temple of my own
body and the walls of my everything it's no wonder the beetles have erupted.

But never in my years of getting up close and
personal with strangers who have left the building
have I been in the presence in meditation or otherwise of the cloaked, faceless wonder.  Oy.

Deep breaths.

Change is inevitable.
Death is a constant variable.

If anything my loves, don't be frightened.
Be wide awake for every moment
of every breath you inhale.
Be present. Drink lemonade. Smile a lot and
Be love.

Death will be knocking regardless.






Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Love Letter From The Rabbit Hole

The Rabbit hole in Jim Thorpe
down which I peek
I see layers and layers of
movie screens
with many different characters
I hear music at every corner
In the trees, in the breeze.......

People always ask me what it is I see or what I feel in certain rooms....or places when they first meet me or when they find out "what I do."

I had a man on the street yell kind a loud and say "you're supposed to tell me something important."

I thought for sure he was fucking with me because he was not sober.

90% of the time, during the initial inquiry
and before I can breathe or blink an eye in response to said inquiry
the person will continue speaking
- offering up what they think it is that  I am about to say.
Or they project what they think I am feeling.

Everyone has an interpretation of what it is "they think" I should do
or say, or see
or best yet -  what my delivery should be
And as my friend said it so very wisely today
- everyone has their own agenda for me.

Today I am angry.
I wrestle with ego and overwhelm,
my intuition and my salvation
The double edged sword of St. Michael.....(Don't get me started).

     This week someone fielded a question which is
really relevant to
what is going on in my personal background
even as I type.
     "Can you see walk ins?"
"I do take walk in's but I'm working with appointments only at the moment."
"Oh, that's not what I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Can you see if a spirit is trying to manipulate someone's actions? You know, control their body."

My answer is:  More often than I care to admit.
Actually I see it in numbers. The greatest opening within someone, the door inside of a person if you will - are inhibitors like; drugs (especially pharmacutecal), alcohol and depression or mental illness."
     I immediately recounted the story of the semi possession case
I worked with The Blue Mountain Paranormal Society last September.
Then my mind was flooded with images and experiences I have seen since that time.

And I think it's time I can safely say....be aware.

Tonight I looked at "paranormal evidence" on display
at a local eatery. It was much like a fourth grader did a science project and I really
don't want to judge (damn ego!)

SoI just shook my head and thought "We don't need to even count orbs. And we don't...."

The rabbits, the very large number of them on the streets of Jim Thorpe pleases
me so very more than seeing rats, or cats  or stray dogs.  I hope everyone's July is going smoothly.
If it moves you to celebrate Christmas now - just to have something to make you smile in this heat that is going to make you melt, I say -
 do it.

Do what makes you smile. And smile at strangers!
(It's a great weapon against the walk in's....promise).

I'll take the rabbits.
I'll welcome the magic
I'll tell you more about what's happening
down the rabbit hole.
You just have to know
that it's always a show
the rabbit hole
the rabbit hole
Jim Thorpe is a RABBIT HOLE.


Covered in dust and paint,
Mick G





Sunday, July 1, 2012

A Blog, A Baptism & A Prayer

Today I went public with my relationship status. I am in a relationship with Spirit. 
I know, what you're thinking... thank you captain obvious. 
However, it was a way to declare my personal contract. I've been in business with death and the otherworld for quite some time now but recently I've surrendered further (Thank you Spirit Junkie) to deepen my service, to inspire others and truly live in love. 


Hours after I posted on Facebook, Spirit lovingly responded by guiding me to a beautiful place in nature I had never fully experienced before to then perform my first (impromtu) baptism.
Congratulations Annie Steward.  I am happy to have been of your service. 
I love and cherish your spirit & your entire radiant being.  You truly are a vessel of light and you inspire me every day.


Today's personal mission for me was to spend my day in peace & forgiveness. That led me far away from office hours at Venus & The Moon & deep in to nature. Forgiveness kept me grounded there as I hiked through the water itself and off the trail aiming to set the hell out of my recharge button. Since surrendering in meditation last week, shit hit the fan. Pouring love over the massive amount of ego and fighting taking place in & around this shit was necessary.


Mastin from The Daily Love blogged moments after personal storms erupted: Time & time again, whether we are consciously or unconsciously walking on The Path, the shit will hit the fan. Our limited perspective from our minds will want to see moments like this as bad, negative and horrible. It's only natural. When something tragic, unplanned or painful happens, it makes total sense to see that event as a negative. BUT - because we have NO idea what is going to happen in the next moment or in the next year as a result of these seeming disasters, we cannot, if we are tapped into Love, label them as bad, negative or disasters.
EVERY time something has gone to shit in my life, it's turned out even better.  This is because I choose to see every seeming disaster as 
Grace and then take empowered action from that place of thinking.
Consider that when things are falling a part in your life that it is actually Grace and celebrate the end of a chapter in your life and ride the wave so you can be reborn, smarter, wiser and with even more Love and Understanding in your heart.

Today I went public with my relationship status, I baptized another human being in the name of Love & Spirit & as I type, I celebrate peace and forgiveness by welcoming endings as new beginnings. I choose peace.  I choose grace. I choose love.

I'd like to conclude with a releasing, meditative prayer from Spirit Junkie. I am not alone right now. Quite a few people in my circle are experiencing their own shit hitting 'the fan'. 
Help is on the way if you surrender. Surrender the outcome, surrender your ego's fears & projections then wrap yourself & the entire sitch in L.O.V.E.

If shit has hit the fan in your life I encourage you to hold the situation & or person or people involved as a loving image in your minds eye.  
Ask for the white light of the Universe to flow through you as you breathe & release.
Breathe In: I choose to see you as love.
Breathe Out: I release all fearful projections.
Breathe In: Only love is real.
Breathe Out: I call on forgiveness to heal.
Breathe In: I ask for release
Breathe Out: I see you as love
Breathe In: I see me as love.
Deep release on the last breath out.  

Loving you, 
Mick G





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