Thursday, August 30, 2012

Blue Moon Blues

Blame it on the
Blue Moon.
Or not.

The current wave of
over emotion you are experiencing
is a reoccurring
dramatic theme
not just in the air.
No one feels
100% themselves.
Something physically
or everything mentally seems to hurt.


I bet in the last week or two you have wanted to crawl out of your own skin and become you from six months from now - a shinier, happier version of things that aren't well, present and tucked safely into 2013.

You are not alone!

Everyone I come in contact with seems to be experiencing deeply profound earthquakes within themselves.
Even the smallest of infractions are setting people off on a downward spiral of depression.
Not to mention the mass amount of bullshit spewing because it's an election year,
the violent weather patterns and the incessant doom of our economic climate - all being factors.

And speaking of the year, (CONTINUE)







Monday, August 27, 2012


The River Rebirthed Me.
     Beneath the floor in which I sit, in my new office,
water rushes to the Lehigh River.  It whispers to me in between clients, hugs and smiles.

   In meditation last week I caught a glimpse of events that would place when I agreed to an adventure on the River with friends.

    Mind you, I’ve been foul.  I hate to admit it out loud that I’ve not in the best mood what so ever lately since free hugs and big love is my daily mantra.  I have a laundry list of reasons, none of which are earth shattering to anyone but me and physically, I have been experiencing some really intense pain.  But nonetheless, I was hoping that time on the river would wash away my sadness, my madness and the separation anxiety both Sophia and I had been experiencing.
The trees politely reminded me that as the days events would unfold there would be much more than rafting to engage in.  The mass amount of dragonflies did the same.

As captain and rudder of our river vessel, I said silent prayers and asked for Spirit to make such matters more clear.  “Observe.”  Was what I heard.

Sure enough, someone in our boat was tossed out in a large rapid.  She hit her head on a rock. My heart raced.  My friend Dave and I jumped up and pulled this woman back in.  He, being the magical being he is, immediately sent healing to the lump on her forehead.
I, with my huge ass stuck at the bottom of the raft said took a moment to laugh and silently say, “thank you.”
In a flash I was reminded that nothing is guaranteed.
Not our safety for as much as we prepare, not our love and definitely not our life. I called in gratitude and asked the river to wash away the bad-itude I had been toting around.  I pleaded for release.
Fortunately for me, I have magical friends.  The kind that knows when I’m not smiling they eagerly lend themselves to humor or heal me. For this I need not ask and I’m truly blessed.
But I did ask this time. I asked for healing and rebirth and for this pain and illusion to be lifted.  The universe responded with a river adventure and many lessons on its rapids.
There were a handful of earth angels that came to call - strangers that offered divine wisdom and one that brought reiki healing.
Sunday I received healing.  The pain was so incredible.
 I cried.  I let go of so much emotional garbage and asked for clarity.
The rest of the day was tough.  It felt as if I ran a marathon but I knew my body needed to be wrung out.
Today I am reborn.  The water runs beneath me and I smile deeply inside knowing that no matter what, the universe has my back.
Coming to the end of my thirty something year of existence.
I’m excited to review the past 12 months as one long ass learning process.
Despite it’s rollercoaster ups and downs, I’m still standing.
I’m here. I’m reborn a little bit wiser now minus
rose-colored glasses armed with discernment and I’m ready to touch the sky.







Sunday, August 19, 2012

Frog Medicine

Baseball bats thrown.  Predictions made. I am biting nails, tongue and fading into black.
There are brief moments that I want to come out swinging - at least punching the air.  My weekends are roller coasters of life altering events. 
I am in need of cleansing - spiritually, physically, emotionally.  
My hair isn't the only thing out of place from the ride.

Beautiful Sage invited me in her garden to pray.
She handed me a frog that only I could see.

So I ran like a school girl  to my library and turned to the page of my Indian Medicine Card Guide to find this:

Frog is a symbol of shamanism.
 Frog teaches how to "jump" from one level to another - from materialism to spirituality, and from one teaching to another, and to find the connection between them.
The frog emerges at adulthood from a water environment (world of fluidity) to that of Earth (solidity and security). 
 Frog can help you to acclimatize to a new way of life or to just a new viewpoint -harmonizing you with any new situation. 
Frog is replenishment, cleansing - the nurturing of self - with taking care of yourself. 
It can help you to get rid of any negativity and to replenish your mind and spirit.
Frog can help you to wash away ideas and impressions that might be impeding your development. Frog can help you to take the plunge to have the courage to set out on a new endeavor and to accept the new way of life that goes with it.  
Bring in the rain. Tears cleanse your feelings. Refill with well-being.

Not even eleven minutes later, the sun filled sky turned into a dark grey downpour.  
I felt heard and received. 

It's Sunday night. A lot has transpired since the Frog Medicine was gifted to me friday.  
At a house party for friends I haven't seen in near eight months, Kermit the Frog showed up. (in antique and country decor!)
 As did conversation and ideas of alternate universe's and such.  Our case last September came up.  Ironically, I told the story of it the day before while at the Emporium of Curious Goods. But I digress. Saturday evening with my goonies was a momentous event filled with talks of otherworldly stuff and the  realization and dangers of said stuff..

Saturday I became privy to a piece of evidence witnessed by three men in our group.  Each of their stories about this piece of evidence and how it was acquired are identical.  I was skeptical of what they were saying but it sounded like they were explaining a scene from the TV show Supernatural. Hence my blood started to boil.  "You know what you are telling me is not good right guys?"  
I saw in a flash on my third eye - another set of events that I experienced this past January and I got motivated.

With that said, I will be speaking on the dangers/side effects of Paranormal Investigating and what people really need to know - 
September 14th at The Summit Hill Heritage Center.  That's how inspired I am about the intensity of events that have just taken place behind the scenes of the blog this past weekend.


I am looking forward to sharing why it's not ok to toy with this kind of lifestyle unless you really have a stomach to take on the unknown and explore how I have come to know that everything is possible.

It's late. I'm so exhausted and ready to dream bigger for tomorrow.

Peace and love, 
Mick G





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