I never did look at the book that accompanies The Wildwood Tarot* last night. I pulled the cards, took photos of them, and gave my interpretation of what the cards said to me simply by looking at the images and using my intuition. I’m hoping each of you looked at the cards carefully too, and discerned for yourself what jumped out at you when you looked at them.
That’s one of the cool things about drawing a card or cards on behalf of a group. Just as we could all witness an occurrence together, be it an accident or bank robbery or any type of situation that is experienced by a group, and come away with our own unique recollection and interpretation of the event, we might all see something different in the cards chosen on our behalf.
Even though we may not be conscious of it, if we give ourselves permission to expand our awareness and pick up on the details that have meaning for us, we will often access guidance and insight that is, in fact, uniquely tailored to exactly what we need to receive in that moment.
It’s quite amazing – and a lot of fun to exercise this ‘intuition’ muscle.
The Book
While it’s always best to honor the intuitive inklings you receive regarding meanings or messages from a particular image, using the accompanying book can provide invaluable perspective, or add nuance to the details we’ve already picked up on.
So if you haven’t already looked at the images from yesterday and come to your own initial assessment as to what messages those cards may be bringing to you (or us as a collective), I encourage you to do so now.
In order to get my post sent out in time, I’m going to encourage you to take a look at these images again. Notice what you see. Reflect on what those details could mean metaphorically or symbolically.
Tomorrow I will share with you the details from the book.
Five of Stones – Endurance – The Wildwood Tarot* (Actually the top card from yesterday’s pick)
I’ve tried pulling cards for us over the past week or so, hoping to receive some special insight or a shift in perspective, but none of my usual ‘go-to’ decks felt right. Just as I mentioned last night, my unsettled feeling extended even to this part of my life. It felt weird to pick up one of my trusted advisors, settle my feet on the ground, close my eyes and ask for guidance – only to have the deck feel off. It’s hard to describe, other than to say it felt like I was getting a, “No,” either “Not today,” or “Not me.” (Meaning the deck was saying, “Don’t work with me tonight! Pick from another deck!”)
Maybe that seems odd, but over the years I’ve actually come to rely on those ‘weird’ feelings I get. Not only do I rely on them – I trust them. And amazingly, I can get a sense from all sorts of things: plants, animals, people, situations, so-called inanimate objects. You name it. As I sit here thinking about it, I suppose sometimes it’s actually difficult to isolate precisely what it is that’s ‘speaking’ to me (in a sense). Perhaps it’s simply my own spidey-sense.
Whatever it is, intuition or communication, I’ve come to trust it.
Forgotten Friend
I was thus filled with a sense of relief and, well, delight when I noticed the forest green velveteen pouch with the subtly embossed Celtic knot design. It was leaning casually against a ceramic coffee cup crammed with a multiplicity of pens, as well as a couple pairs of scissors and some random pencils. It was as if the bag materialized there; I don’t remember the last time I looked at it and really saw it, and I wonder how long it had been sitting on this small table.
When I picked up the soft pouch, I instantly recalled that it holds my Wildwood Tarot* deck. “Ah,
my senses said. Perhaps this is the deck that can give us some guidance. It’s definitely an old friend. So I drew the cards out of their resting place and started shuffling, holding that weird sense I’ve been feeling and just posing a “What is this/what do I do with this?” question to the cards.
I chose 5 of Stones (Pentacles in the traditional tarot) with 8 – The Stag (Strength in the traditional tarot) underneath.
When I look at this card, I see what I feel like right now: I’m incredibly lucky to have shelter from the raging, scary, thunder and lightning storm ‘out there’ right now. I’m mostly safe, I am surrounded by massive stones that seem to hover over me, protectively. Indeed, I can even see faces in the stones, so the protection of these stones that form a cave behind me feels millennia old. I have a fire to keep me warm and I’m apparently unscathed (dry and healthy). I can always retreat deeper into the cave if I need to (although it is dark in there, so who knows what or who else might be in there!).
And the key word associated with the card is right there: Endurance.
Perhaps, right now, that is the name of the game. Keep the flame burning. Take shelter. Listen to the counsel of my ancestors through the wisdom of the stones.
8 – The Stag – The Wildwood Tarot
The Stag
Underneath that card was The Stag. Powerful and primal, this card speaks to me of power rooted in connection to Nature, to my roots, to what I know is powerful and true. This Being is grounded and can definitely protect itself, both offensively and defensively. His shield holds the Tree of Life – depicting the truth of “As above, so below.”
It looks like there’s a lot of tangled shit behind him, which I’m not sure how to interpret (other than how it may reflect the convoluted state of our minds, with all the propaganda inundating us).
Ultimately, I feel that the foundation of this message from the cards is that those of us who belong to the land (who are connected with and aware of it and all Nature), who remember their interconnectedness, will stand their ground and maintain their sovereignty. And I feel that applies to all of us, no matter where we live at the moment.
I can’t say as I’ve gained much, if any, additional clarity on ‘what’s next’ on my devotional agenda since last night’s selection of the Ace of Air. But when I read the card’s interpretation written by the deck’s creator, I have to smile. While I can’t quite put my finger on it, I feel like my question (“What’s next?”) has been heard and I’ll receive an answer all in good time. As with so many things in life, patience seems to demand its place in the grand scheme of my unfolding.
The keyword (perhaps ‘key phrase’ is more appropriate) for the Ace of Air in the Witches’ Wisdom Tarot* deck is Wind Harp. The addition of the word wind to the concept of the harp alone does add an element of letting sound be carried out across the ethers. Relevant? Perhaps.
The rest of the lovely, lyrical interpretation of the card by its author (Phyllis Curott) is as follows:
Ace of Air – Wind Harp
“Wisdom – Air, the first vibration from which everything proceeds into manifestation, the element awakening us to the consciousness of Creation, to infinite connection. Between the bones of what was first created, the winds of summoning stir the strings woven by spiders and filled with stars. A deafening noise roars through, a cosmic chord of sounds piled one upon the other. Together, they are almost music. The swish of a breeze and rustle of leaves, the melody of birdsong and howl of a storm, and all the sounds in between… This is the magic of the Wind Harp. It’s Love.
Essence – Listen, awareness, divine Love. Say what’s in your heart.
Counsel – Air is the element of consciousness, intelligence and intuition, reflection and communication, laughter and music, infinite connection and love. But silence comes first. If you’re talking, you cannot listen. The mind is always confronted with choices, and so it chatters. But don’t rush to action. Slow down. The answer you’re seeking is waiting for you to hear it.
Magic – Go outside on a windy day. Feel the Air on your skin, messing up your hair, singing in your ear. What do you hear? Listen to the love songs the wind sings to you. What is the enchantment of the moment? What is the song in your heart? The spell you long to chant? Give it voice and let the wind carry it into Creation.”
Underneath It All
There is some confirmation in this card, both in what I simply ‘saw’ in the symbolism (and wrote out last night) and the much more poetic expression as offered by the author, for at least one seed I’m quietly nurturing.
And as those of you who’ve watched how I work with cards know, I always like to look at the card that’s ‘underneath’ the one I select as the main card. Unsurprisingly, the one underneath my Ace of Air does have a related ‘feel’ to it. I’ll share that tomorrow.
Two of Wands – Rider, Waite, Smith deck – Photo: L. Weikel
Portals
A friend asked me the other day about the concept of portals and the number 11. After I mentioned the connection between the two in a recent post, she wondered whether the connection between 11s and portals is consistent between astrology, numerology, and shamanic work (where traveling between realms is an essential aspect of the tradition).
As an artist, she could easily see how the number 11 resembles the two sides of a doorway. But her question plumbed far deeper than the superficial observation.
In my experience, two pillars, but possibly two of almost anything depending upon context, often evoke the energetic desire of the observer to go through or between them. There’s an etheric barrier implied, an energetic tension between the two columns, that beckons to be pierced.
Maybe it’s the tendency for us humans to be fixated on duality that fosters this sense. We tend to see duality all over the place: in/out, up/down, male/female, black/white. So of course if there’s a threshold in front of us, there’s the tendency for us to think in terms of here/there.
Where?
A doorway intuitively leads us from here to there. So it’s a significator; it announces to us that we are leaving where we’ve been and entering new or different territory.
I can’t remember where or from whom I first learned that 11s are portals. I think it was probably more of a symbolic association than anything else. But as soon as I began my metaphysical studies almost 40 years ago, I realized how prevalent is the consideration of 11s as something special.
Tarot
As I’ve mentioned in other posts, it took me a long time to feel comfortable exploring the tarot. But once I realized its value as an amazing means of accessing psychological and spiritual insight, the symbolism – when I gave myself permission to free associate – seemed to just fall into place intuitively. Although when I reread that sentence, I wonder if it was the development of my confidence in my ability to intuit symbols that finally helped me appreciate the value of the tarot.
Hmm. A thought for another time.
All I can say at this moment in time is that pondering this question has made me pull out a bunch of 11s in just one tarot deck. I want to use them as examples of how they lead from one state of reality, understanding, awareness, or experience to another.
But it’s taking me down a rabbit hole and I realize I don’t have nearly enough time to explore this and have some fun with it.
11s
Suffice it to say for the moment that I have a special relationship to 11s. Not only do I have 11s showing up for myself numerologically, but of course Karl died on 11/11/11. I’ve always felt he couldn’t resist all the portals that showed up in front of him – so he went through and didn’t return.
For now, I’m just going to comment on how the Two of Wands, pictured above, shows a person on the brink of moving out into a whole new world. He just needs to go through the doorway formed by the Wands on either side of him. It’s his choice. The world is in his hands.
Spartacus Sending Mind-Meld Vibes – Photo: L. Weikel
A Coalescence of Messaging
I’m experiencing a coalescence of messaging lately. At least that’s what it feels like. Two Pileated Woodpeckers and then two days later two Ospreys. Neither of these birds can be considered ‘frequent’ sightings, in spite of how much time I spend outside walking or how often I frequent the Tohickon Creek or the Delaware River.
The trick, as always, is to do my best to be open to what that message may be, which is not as easy as it might sound.
It’s one thing to be able to see patterns and read signs and omens for other people. I’ve been intuiting such messages probably all my life. In fact, for the longest time I thought these clues to life that surround people were so obvious that I wouldn’t point them out. It never occurred to me that they weren’t being ‘picked up’ by the intended recipients. Indeed, I didn’t want to insult people’s intelligence. It felt disrespectful to point out everything that seemed readily apparent to me.
Sometimes a part of me would want to say, “Well, duh! Do you need to be clonked on the head with a 2×4? It’s so obvious!” Usually, though, I would over-correct and deliberately choose to not point out what was blaring like a neon light in my mind. If it was obvious to me, surely it was obvious to them. I only saw the connections based upon information I gleaned from listening to them (be they clients, friends, or family). I was simply connecting the dots.
Forty Years
If I really think about it, it probably took me at least forty years to fully grasp that people don’t see what I see. Or they don’t connect stuff that happens all around us – particularly after asking a pointed question or expressing a yearning for guidance or a message – that to me is obviously a direct response to their plea.
As I say, I think I’ve always had an odd way of looking at and interpreting information that comes to us via a variety of traditional sensory and extra-sensory means. But it wasn’t until I started engaging in the energetic work I was taught in the Andean shamanic tradition, including listening to and giving credence to the information I receive via shamanic journeying, that I realized that a significant part of what I offer is precisely what I thought was the most mundane and pedestrian aspect of my work.
Do For Yourself
I’ve spent a lot of my writing time this evening trying to convey something I’ve struggled with for decades. I’ve probably taken so much time trying to explain my perspective because it matters to me how I express this. I’m not in any way disparaging those who look at a very obvious (again, to me) message from their higher self or Spirit (or whomever you want to attribute the message) and don’t get it.
In fact, I often wonder if it’s just a blind spot we all have. Are messages easier to See when they’re not being directed toward us?
I don’t know. I do know, however, that as obvious as so many messages, signs, and symbols are to me as they pertain to other people, I have a really tough time reading them for myself. Perhaps it’s because I do my best to remain detached on behalf of others. I don’t want to be invested in hearing any particular answer or message for another person, so I just see what I see and hear what I hear.
But for myself? That’s tough. It’s not as easy as you might think.
Our walk late this afternoon yielded a remarkable observation that just begged to be photographed and shared. A branch of a tree had fallen on one of the back roads we travel when we go on our longer ‘walkabout.’ It obviously had been cut with a chainsaw and tossed on the berm to decay. While this is a relatively common occurrence, the mystery evoked by the natural hieroglyphics lurking under its bark was a welcome addition to our day.
Yes, of course. We know the markings are the result of insects living beneath the bark. But it doesn’t take a deep dive into the ocean of whimsy to see the designs created by these creatures resemble early efforts by humans to convey thoughts, ideas, and perhaps emotions as well.
I guess the markings probably resemble more the musings of our most ancient ancestors (those I referenced in my recent post about a Cloud Horse) – not necessarily the further evolved ideas of the ancient Egyptians. Nevertheless, one could definitely ‘read’ meaning into this discovery.
Signs and Symbols – Photo: L. Weikel
Intuition or Baloney?
I’m not positing that we drew any conclusions from our discovery today, beyond the fact that the natural world creates works of beauty filled with symbols recognized by humans for millennia.
And even though we didn’t ‘read’ anything into the figures and faces, spirals and meandering paths we could see as plain as day etched into this chunk of wood, I’m not reluctant to say we could have. We didn’t see messages or interpret signs because we hadn’t asked a question. We weren’t seeking answers to anything in particular.
Or maybe we were – and maybe we received exactly what we needed. Maybe we were yearning for a flash of creativity from Mother Earth or the creatures with whom we share our environment. Perhaps we needed to see some freeform artwork that would send our own creative juices into a state of demanding expression instead of always being happy to step aside for more practical and logical endeavors.
Photo: L. Weikel
Permission
When we give ourselves permission to imagine we unleash a whirlwind of potential.
Maybe that’s why, as a culture, we tend to instill in ourselves and our children (because it was instilled in us) a disdain for embracing our intuition. Actually, beyond disdain, it actually feels like a fear of embracing our ability to tap into the Unseen. There’s an incredible amount of power inherent in imagination, creativity, and making intuitive connections to signs, symbols, and patterns in our lives.
What happens when we give ourselves license to truly engage our imaginations? To read the patterns engraved in wood by insects that may have died months or years ago? Could it be possible that there is a web of connection between all beings we encounter – between us and everything else in our world?
Is it be possible that we can access insight and guidance from beings we arrogantly deem lack sentience?
It makes me wonder if the message brought by our natural hieroglyphics was to provoke a musing on precisely these questions.
I was on a mission today, a quest of sorts. And in my travels I came upon an astonishingly unexpected message from a source equally unexpected. But in hindsight…
As I drove home in the very late afternoon, I happened to glance into the sky. And there was the biggest Komodo Dragon I’ve ever seen. As I’m wont to do, I checked my rear view mirror and, seeing I was all by my lonesome on this country road, pulled over to whip out my iPhone.
There it was. Clear as day. A Komodo Dragon. A Monitor Lizard.
Bigger Surprise
Imagine my surprise when I got home this evening and looked up Komodo Dragon. To be honest, I didn’t find anything specifically under either Komodo Dragon or Monitor Lizard, but I did find a photo of one in my trusty Animal Speak* (by Ted Andrews) under the generic entry of “Lizard.” And the photo provided clear confirmation that this was indeed the creature the Cloud Beings were forming for my – ahem – perception.
And therein lies the unsubtle persistence of Spirit when it wants me (any of us) to pay attention and listen.
The literal “keynote” associated with Lizards? Subtlety of Perception.
I suspect I should devote additional time and space to deciphering precisely why perception continues to be highlighted as something I (we?) need to pay attention to. But in the few moments I have left this evening, I’ll share two short passages from the entry under Lizards.
“(…)The lizard is the expert at subtle perception. It can sense vibrations through the ground. Its eyes can detect the subtlest of movements, and it has extremely acute hearing. All of these are symbolic of specific forms of clairvoyance practiced in many societies.
(…)
Individuals with a lizard totem should listen to their own intuition over anyone else’s. Lizard usually reflects heightened sensitivity. You feel what others may not. You will see things that others may miss. You will hear things that are not being said. No matter how strange it may seem, learning to follow those perceptions is what will enable you to succeed most frequently.
One of the most significant characteristics of some lizards and their claim to fame is the ability of the tail to come off. A predator may grab for it, its paw landing upon the tail, only to be surprised as the tail breaks off and the lizard scampers to freedom. The lizard then begins the process of growing another in its place.
This detachment is also part of what lizard can teach. They can help us to become more detached in life to survive. Sometimes it is necessary to separate ourselves or part of ourselves from others to be able to do the things we must desire to do. The lizard helps us to awaken that ability for objective detachment so that it can occur with the least amount of difficulty. Lizard can show up to help us break from the past. It may even indicate a need to explore ne realms and follow your own impulses before you get swallowed up in what is not beneficial for you.”
This is definitely significant. Not only to me but to us.
Judging from the faces appearing in the clouds as torrential rains approached us earlier tonight, I’d say we’re being visited by some distinctly opinionated wind spirits.
I can’t, and am not going to, venture to guess what messages these wind beings may be bringing us, but I do think it would be wise to heed them if we can. It’s possible they’re bringing each of us our own distinct message.
A Storm “Blowing” In – Photo: L. Weikel
For instance, you may look at the photos accompanying this post and think, “Of course I recognize the West Wind swooping down to clear away my fearful thoughts.” Meanwhile your neighbor may look at that very same photo and sense, “I need to have faith. I see and know that benevolence is looking down on me. I may be buffeted now, but this will pass.”
And then there’s the odd rectangular clouds that also preceded the wild and woolly torrential rains that hit us about ten minutes after I took these photos.
I have a couple of gut-level senses of what that cloud formation might be saying. But I’ll leave you each to your own interpretations.
Photo: L. Weikel
Working With the Winds
I think I can safely say that I am a middle-of-the-road person when it comes to oracles and interpreting signs and omens. What I mean by that is that I don’t make it a habit to rely solely on other people to interpret the messages that cross my path or come directly to me. But neither do I eschew the guidance or wisdom tools available to us that are designed to help us interpret our encounters with the numinous.
That’s one of the reasons I like to quote the books provided by authors of certain oracles or tarot decks. Some interpretations feel especially ‘tuned in’ to either the cards themselves – or – perhaps it’s just that they have similar sensibilities as I and so tune into the messages and articulate them in ways that feel natural to me.
Whatever it is, I like to approach discernment of messages in a balanced manner. I trust both my own intuition as well as the interpretations of others, provided they resonate with both my head and my heart.
Winds of Spirit
One unique and distinctive aid to helping us interpret the messages of the Winds in particular is a book written by a very dear friend of mine, Renee Baribeau. Her book is Winds of Spirit, Ancient Wisdom Tools for Navigating Relationships, Health, and the Divining*. This book is a valuable and unique addition to the field of augury and interpretation, and provides a wonderful compendium of Wind Beings that have been known to cultures across the world for eons.
I make no secret of my approach to the world, which is that there is sentience in everything. The Winds of the world have waited a long time for people to wake up to the fact that they are capable of being in relationship with us. This book provides us with ideas on how to enter into conversations with the Winds. Those chit chats could change your life.
Back when I was only a year into writing this blog (yes, well before beginning the 1111 devotion, which I began on 12 November 2018), I had an idea. I engaged in a form of “the 12 days of Christmas.” Only it was actually the “Nine Days of Solstice,” leading up to 12/21/2012.
In that exercise, I chose a card each day, a “Point of Reflection,” for myself and my readers to apply to our lives as we awaited the much-ballyhooed ‘end’ of the Mayan Calendar.
As I was sitting here a few minutes ago pondering what I might write about this evening, I found my eyes scanning the bookshelves surrounding me, causing me to appreciate the embarrassment of riches I’ve accumulated over the years. Ever since I invested in my first set of Medicine Cards*, I found that I have a predilection for divination tools – which gave me an idea.
Divination
Yeah…as I glance about the walls in my living and dining room I’m realizing just how much I enjoy exploring the various means we have at our disposal which help us tap into our own inner knowing or, perhaps, the guidance provided to us by unseen allies or forces.
Dictionary.com defines ‘divination’ as follows:
the practice of attempting to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge by occult or supernatural means;
augury; prophecy;
perception by intuition; instinctive foresight.
To be clear, when I access a divinatory tool, I am not ‘attempting to foretell future events.’ The reason I say that is because I don’t think ‘the future’ is something static or fixed to which we’re inexorably bound to ‘arrive.’ Since we have free will, we can change ‘the future’ at any moment. Thus, there are an infinite number of futures to which we can travel.
Usually, though, when making a decision, we are faced with only a limited number of options at any given time. We could call the paths that each of these decisions would set us upon ‘strands’ of destiny. And each strand we choose at any given moment weaves together to form the fabric of our reality.
My perspective on divinatory tools, as I’ve undoubtedly expressed in various other posts, is that our souls know, at the deepest levels of our being, the lessons we’ve chosen to learn in this lifetime. We’ve set a course for ourselves before we were born. Tools that help us tap into our own inner knowing can help us make choices that can are in greatest alignment with our chosen destinies.
The Times We’re Experiencing Now
Because of my lifelong interest in acquiring tools that would help me develop my intuition and also access the inner knowledge I hid from myself at birth, I have access to a vast array of such items. From oracles such as runes, the I Ching, and oracle card decks to the almost limitless number of tarot decks that exist, I have a sweet collection. This work – this dedication to discerning our inner wisdom and accessing the guidance that is available to us is part of my livelihood – but even more importantly, it is part of who I am.
Right now, I think it’s indisputable that humanity has entered a whole new phase of existence. Indeed, we are at a confluence of many different paths, a crossroads of epic proportions.
Not only are we each being asked, individually, to stop our relentless running in what we sadly but accurately call the ‘rat race,’ but we’re also being asked, collectively, to decide – to choose – the path, the strand, that best serves humanity’s destiny or evolution.
We Could Use Some Guidance
We’re all in this together. We’re each facing situations that probably none of us expected (consciously, at least) we’d ever encounter. Each of us has our own unique constellation of factors influencing us, not least being the life lessons we set out for ourselves long ago. But again, we’re all, also, in this together, and each of our decisions impacts everyone else, even if we don’t realize it or see those impacts on a daily basis.
I have access to all these cool tools. Some will appeal to one person while others will appeal to someone else. Many of the decks I have do not resonate with me on such a level that I use them often. That doesn’t mean they don’t have value or might appeal and speak to someone else quite powerfully. And it doesn’t mean that one or another of them might not be absolutely perfect for the particular day – or moment – it’s used.
My Idea
My idea, which you probably all saw coming a mile away, is to periodically choose a card or a rune or throw an I Ching ‘for us.’ The intention I will set is to ask for a message or guidance for us, both individually and collectively, and then report it here. Depending upon the day or what’s going on for me, or for us, I will offer my perspective. But I’ll also encourage and ask you to contemplate what the particular oracle might be specifically telling you.
How could whatever I choose apply to you and your unique life?
Do you notice that you resonate with one particular oracle more than another?
Maybe allow yourself to think about what I’ve chosen for the day or days that it applies (which is until I choose another). You know, maybe write about it in a journal that you’re starting precisely because of these times we’re experiencing – so you can remember how you felt, what you experienced, and how you’ve been changed by these extraordinary times.
And if you discover a tool that particularly appeals to you, then you can buy it for yourself and work with it more extensively. I’ll provide links where I can (and full disclosure, if they’re to Amazon, I am an affiliate, so I might earn a couple pennies if you purchase through a link from this blog).
Sometimes we receive confirmation from the most unexpected sources.
I’ve had occasion to meet and work with alchemist and sonic shaman (my description, not his) Peter May at Amadell a fair number of times over the past year or so.
One of the many fascinating avenues of reality that Peter explores entails working with plants and the elements to create tinctures and balms that facilitate internal balance, stability, and awareness (Windhorse Botanicals). He then works with a variety of universal resonances that are found throughout the natural world and then enhances the effects of these resonances on both the human body as well as our perceptions and states of being through the products he’s created.
While that may sound a bit technical, the proof is in the experience.
Cultivating Intuition
My most recent work with Peter had me focusing on cleansing and dissolving possible calcification of my pineal gland, which is located deep within the center of the brain. Historically, the pineal gland is also associated with (and possibly another name for) the third eye, or center of intuition. Just like almost everything worth having, if you don’t use your abilities you lose them.
With respect to my intuition, I think it’s safe to say that I was never completely cut off from mine. While my intellect was always accorded great priority and value, my intuition was neither vilified nor ridiculed. We (meaning my parents, primarily my mother, and I) may not have discussed it much, but I somehow always knew that there was something intangible but inherent within myself that works in tandem with my intellect.
Most Recent: Star Nectar
As I transitioned from working mainly as an attorney to working mainly as a shamanic practitioner, I’ve both consciously and unconsciously worked to cultivate my intuition. It truly is like a muscle that gets stronger and stronger the more you use it.
Which leads me to the most recent workshop of Peter’s that I attended at Amadell. (You can read the description for it here.) In conjunction with and as a result of the work we did that weekend, I have the small jar of Intuition Star Nectar pictured above, and have been working with it. One of the things I’ve done most often is swirl a small bit of it into my 3rdeye area (the center of the forehead).
A Sign
A day or so before Thanksgiving some wild and powerful winds swept through our area. You may recall I wrote about it here, and spoke of how our front door blew open as I was writing my post.
It turned out that a large ceramic owl I’d had for years blew off the porch that night.
I’m going to just let the image speak for itself. Something tells me this Intuition Star Nectar is pretty powerful stuff! I had to laugh when I saw the owl the next day. I don’t have the ‘heart’ to throw it away, even if it is, by many standards, ‘broken.’
To me, it symbolizes that my intuition is breaking wide open – and it is most definitely and intimately connected to my heart.
