Sunday, August 31, 2014

This Years Wisdom. Thank You.

Hello Beauties.
I'm quickly approaching my thirty ninth year.
As I reflect on the wisdom gained, bruises that have come to pass and the scars I've collected  I want to most of all thank you for your continued support and well wishes. 
My ultimate birthday wish however, is for YOU to gain and radiate all the love, luck and success possible in the world so that you can attract even more of that!  Shine on.

So without further adieu, here's some juicy nugs I put in my back pocket this year:

When in doubt, walk away.
Relationships (romantic, family, friends) are an enormous part of our souls work.  But always questioning another persons intentions, dodging their manipulations or being flaked out on more than a handful of times is a no brainer for me now to just walk away. I've had enough chaos and bull$hit in my super colorful life to know that some people just don't give a damn about you and others, well, you can't do anything to fix how they perceive you. 98% of the time, it's their own issues they need to work through. On the flip side, there are some people that you can't give enough too because they are always coming back for generous helpings of thirds even when they've tapped you out.  There is no fight left in my body, not one ounce of interest in drama in the form of a text message or otherwise and if you ever raise your voice in my presence there's a good chance you're going to have to face a generous amount of silence.  A psychotherapist once told me that when you remain silent (passive aggressive) you leave others to 'make up stories' and you're not owning your $hit.  Well, people say & think what they want even if your final words were "I'm sorry." and you've taken the time and the care to gently extend the proverbial olive branch.  So lovingly, which is my ministry and in my experience - in my 'passive aggressive' defenselessness my true safety and peace of mind lies.   

Do not buy clothes from China. The end.

Comedy is still the best medicine. Youtube has delivered some of the best laughs I've shared with friends this year.  This woman is still my favorite.  Enjoy. 

The Universe gives you what you need right on time. Your life is what you make it.  You can attract any and everything you want.  The moment you throw your hands up in the air however or start to doubt, you dull the sparkle in your wish.  The Law of Attraction works.  But not according to our own (strangeling, filled with expectations) time line.  In fact the more we want or ask why, the further our desire stays away from us.  Learning how to surrender is a key to this process and I finally got that this year.  #ThankYou.

Glitter isn't Magic & Balloons are destroying the Earth.  Glitter is the herpes of the craft world.  It's also made me come to understand that you can put it on anything to make it shine or give it some wow but at the end of the day it's not magical.  It won't fix you on the inside even if your intentions were, cute. 
Balloons on the other hand are down right evil,  temporary plastic illusions that take up space in our landfill because they don't biodegrade. They kill our marine and bird life. I will not buy balloons unless I'm being forced to at gunpoint.

You are not your Facebook status, or your favorite character the TV series your binge watching or the meme on your trendy T-shirt.  

Food cures and kills.  You should really get to know what it is your are putting in your body and why. Where it comes from and how it came to be.

Tourists are a rainbow of flavors: I've had the pleasure (and displeasure) of meeting dozens of people a day rolling right up into my home, praising the shop, it's contents and mission statement. But every once in a while like in the past 48 hour for example, people will add the element of unconsciousness and rude to the mix by farting all over my store or throwing fun snaps on my floor.  (Yes, this happened while I'm typing this blog).  I just have to chalk it up to the nature of the beast I suppose and send them a blessing.

I'm a sister who doesn't call the cops.
Saying NO to other's doesn't mean I'm selfish.  It means I just can't give them what they are looking for.
I still LOVE, LOVE.
I am still very deeply, madly in love and I met him this year!
I love lifting others up.  Giving people the opportunity to showcase their work or talents makes my heart sing.  I believe in community and sharing the spotlight.  But this year I've experienced that not everyone fits the bill though or has the best intentions to back it up and I have had to learn to lovingly say no. But more than often I am thrilled to help new artists, photographers and intuitive mediums break out and share their light with others.

Be careful what you wish for.  I mean be really, really clear on what it is you want and weigh all the options of the outcome.  Some magic bites you in your ass.  Or punches you in the face.  #Truth

The moon, planets and stars really do affect us.  If you don't believe in that stuff, I think you're truly misinformed.

Everyone at the beginning and the end of the day just wants to be loved. Trust me on this. 

I quit smoking and breathing is easy!  It was super tough but I haven't bought a pack of Djarum since December. Now if I could just give up the coffee.....

Music is medicine too.  
The grass isn't always greener. Sometimes it's dry and brown with snakes crawling though it. 
Money won't buy you happiness but it will pay your bills.
Jealousy, revenge and anger are colors that should never be in season no matter what mean girl trend is trending.

My short term memory is failing.  I've been do the doctor. Maybe it's my old age or my 'momnesia' but it's a thing. A real thing.  If anyone has any tips to improve this other than fish oil, please - I'm all ears. My health has been a rollercoaster ride of pain and recovery for the past two years. Right after I turned 38, going under the knife was a real thing.  Do not take your health for granted.  Most often we forget we can see until we burn our eyes with shampoo - MG.

Black is still my favorite color. But I'm branching out to grey and some purple....
97% of Redheads, clowns and midgets are soul less. 
And tights still aren't pants

That's my wisdom from this past year. Take what you need and leave the rest.
My love to you and thanks again for the well wishes!  
Mick G

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Semi Exorcism, Final Chapter.

Once we were safe outside, I ordered a time out for my team.  Allison and I took a walk. She confessed to feeling not herself.  I asked her to drink holy water. We prayed.
We concurred that the situation may be bigger than us.  We agreed that we would call 911 if we or any other member of the house or otherwise was threatened again.

I relayed this message to Brian’s mother and girlfriend.  Hector, the mother’s boyfriend showed up.  He went upstairs to talk to Brian.  Moments later he came down and said that Brian was willing to speak with me.

When I entered the room, I found the emaciated, pale young man vomiting into a bucket.  He cried. “I don’t know how I get like this.  I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

I conversed with him for some time about how he can protect himself from outside forces.  I also told him it was a dire situation and that getting his depression or any addiction issues under control were mandatory.  He agreed.  He also agreed to leave the house peacefully with the others so that we could finish our cleansing.

Across the street was another farm house among miles of fields.  Our clients went there and sat on the porch to wait until we were finished with our business.  Up until this very moment, the sky was a perfect shade of blue.  Now, thick gray clouds didn’t just roll in they seemed to pour in from every direction.  The sun vanished.

Danny, Todd, Allison and I heard loud banging from inside the home.  I heard Buck yelling for us to leave.  The woman begged for help.  The children were screaming.  Slamming of doors was felt all throughout the dwelling as we positioned ourselves in a circle in the living room.  Joining hands, closing our eyes. We got to work.  What happened next was an unbelievable series of events I only wish I could recreate visually for you.

The children ran around our circle.  Buck stood behind me, on my left and screamed that he didn’t want to go. (That’s the rated PG version). The woman of the house kissed Todd on the cheek thanking him for helping her and he felt it!  Allison saw the children.  Danny’s deceased brother joined us for added back up and both Danny and I witnessed this.  As Buck grew increasingly angry St. Michael appeared from the kitchen window wrapped his arm around bucks neck and they both vanished through the window from which Michael came.  Instantly the sun, as if to confirm the miracle before our eyes, broke through the stormy sky that erupted moments before.  The house felt lighter and we could all breathe a little bit easier. 

The four of us walked outside to see the family of the house jumping up and down from the porch of the farmhouse across the highway as if they had just heard the news they won the lottery.  They ran to us tears in eyes saying that they could feel – “whatever - we did worked!”

I left behind one of my most treasured crystals that day purposefully.  I had hoped that it would continue the clearing long after we were gone.  The four of us were more than rattled to say the least.  I demanded that we pull over for dinner as to get any of the energy we lost back before making the long trek home.
I introduced the team to pickle backs as I did the waitress of the establishment we found ourselves dining in.  I don’t condone drinking and driving or drinking heavily at all anymore for that matter but that day we went to hell and back and sometimes you just have to wash it down with the hair of the dog.

I’d like to take a moment to thank Danny, Allison and Todd not only for being so brave that day but in our workings since. It’s been quite a while since this life changing experience.  Danny suggested that we actually died that day and this was the aftermath we were all stuck in.  I never laughed so hard in my life.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

August's Full, Bigger Than A- SuperMoon Moon

Tonight the the moon is actually bigger than a SuperMoon. The moon is in apogee meaning it's traveling closest to the earth. You can read more about how to use it's powerful light and closeness to heal and rebirth here. 

Also, I noted in an earlier blog that SuperMoon's bring up well, demons of the metaphorical and figurative kind.
Refer back HOW TO DEAL with all of that in my previous SuperMoon blog.  This is the second of three SuperMoons in 2014. The first being July 13th.  The next SuperMoon is September 9th.

Oh The moon and it's luminous love or lack there of. It pours down on us like a celestial flashlight regardless of where we are in our learning cycles.  Here's some more words shared by my friend Nevill Drury about our favorite orbiting planet.


       Traditionally associated with magic, fertility and natures secret power. As a reflector of light, the moon has been regarded as a "funnel" drawing on the light of the stars and constellations and transmitting their energies to the Earth.
      The earliest calendars measured the passage of time by the "moons'.

      The moon's phases are referred to Lunar cycle. Check them out here.
      The worship of lunar goddesses is a central feature of witchcraft.

     In astrology, perhaps the most important celestial body after the sun since it moves through all sings of the zodiac and has a profound influence on one's horoscope.  The moon is regarded by astrologers as a strong influence on one's emotions and moods and people with the moons strongly aspected in their natal chart are regarded as sensitive and intuitive.  This interpretation of the moon's influence derives from the fact that the moon enters a new sign of the zodiac approximately every two and a half days where as the sun changes signs twelve times every year.

       In the Tarot, the Moon symbolizes the processes of biological and spiritual evolution.

     The Moon is regarded as feminine and the sun, masculine.
      It has been documented that it's phases rule the ocean tides.

I'd love to share any pictures you take or have taken of this apogee moon. Got any paranormal stories to go along with them?  I'm game.  Share them in the comments below or send me a private message. As always, thanks for reading.  Have a super luminous evening.



Sunday, August 3, 2014

Me & The Angel of Death

It's our eyes; when they fail us, only then do we believe that we can actually see. 
- Michelle Gallagher

This past Thursday was a normal day like any other. During morning meditation, I did my usual routine; surrounding the house with Angels at every door and window before my appointments. Being fully present and in the light to those coming forward (to the smell of lemongrass incense and a few crystals) is important and my most favorite time of day!

During a session an Archangel appeared, Azrael.
As fast as I witnessed this gorgeousness and heard the name, Azrael was gone. The brief impression was as shocking.
I wrapped up the appointment promising my client that I would look into the visitation further to see if there were any messages regarding her loved one.

The information was astounding.

Azrael, The Angel of Death.
 - Works with Michael the Archangel.
 - Hunts souls who get lost between planes.
 - Has been known to be mistaken with fallen angels since he goes into hell to save souls that could turn selfless.
 - Works with mediums to deliver messages from those who are not of earth.
 - Azrael is believed to have helped the souls of the victims of 911 depart their
human bodies before they were met with horrific, unnatural death.

Sharing my visitation with those in my close circle turned
 up some interesting feedback also.
I learned so much about me (and them) in the process. Honestly feels like I have been on a spiritual work out the last few days.  I'm delirious and exhausted. Learning of Azrael's mere existence makes me feel as if I just went up a level in Donkey Kong.
I'm honored to do this work.

Flashback: Two summers ago, I witness The Grim Reaper for the first time.
The reaper appeared to me exactly as popularly described, hooded cloak and overwhelming. Coming off a hike at the Glenn, was my initial encounter. I was afraid -wanting to safely get to my car.  The more I thought about what I witnessed when I drove away, fear set in.  It's two years later.  The reaper wasn't there for me, obviously but the place itself has become some kind of portal.

I wasn't, am not afraid of Azrael. Even though someone close suggested he may be a trickster with ill intent.

Truth - I had no idea this was a an 'Archangel' who worked with Michael.  In Michael my safety lies.  Seeing his name inked along side of Azrael added a level of comfort that was instantaneous: no fear.
     - You have the vision now to look past all illusions.  It has been given you to see no thorns, no strangers and no obstacles to peace.  The fear of God is nothing to you now. #ACIM

Azrael puts a puzzle piece in front of me.  The client who I was in session with, her loved one is believed to have suffered an unnatural death.   The subject of the recent plane crashes and children dying was also brought up.  Perhaps Azrael was alluding to those things instead?  Or as well?

"How do you do what you do on a daily basis without falling apart?" A woman asked me last week.  "You have to deal with everyone's grief and sadness and stuff."
My lip automatically quivered.  I was overwhelmed she asked something so basic, so human.
"I can't think about it."  My voice shook out the response.  "But laughter is important to me." #Truth

Fast forward to my morning meditation today:
  -  Does one ask judgement of what is totally bereft of judgement?  And if you have, would you believe the answer, and adjust to it as if it were the truth?  The world you look on is the answer that it gave you, and you have given it power to adjust the world to make its answer true.  You asked this puff of madness for the meaning of your unholy relationship, and adjusted it according to its insane answer.  - #ACIM

Where would you go, what would you do if the Angel of Death visited you?
I'd love to hear what you have to say in the comments below or in a private message.

Be well seeker.



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