Do you believe in a soul walking into someone who is still alive? Can the two soul’s cohabitate in one body?
These are very complex questions. Let’s unravel the Dreamwalker Scroll pertinent to these questions to answer them with more depth.
It is extremely important to be physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually balanced.
When your heart chakra is fully open, you are open to the emotional energy of many other sources. This may cause you to receive too much feeling energy even if balanced. There is a possibility that if you are too open, you may absorb negative auras or lower energies into your own because the light you emit copies that of heaven’s gate so to speak. Energy absorption can be either involuntarily or voluntarily. Those who unknowingly absorb spirit or soul energies are called Ghost Keepers or Soul Keepers. Tell these energies to leave your body at once. (This goes for anything else that may be draining your body of energy or messing with your mental or emotional well-being.) Remember, you are in charge of your own body, mind and spirit. Then help send these wayward energies heavenward, with much love and blessings. Be prepared to feel some grief as these energies may have shared your body for a while. Continue Reading »
I have submerged myself into something unknown. The path, still curvy feels pressurized. It is turbulent at times and if I move against the flow, tire more easily. But, I know that is necessary to go against the norm. My instincts drive me to do this.
Determination to reach my destination has caused me to focus on inner power. This instinctual power causes adrenaline to surge through my body and I leap into the light only to splash down slightly further ahead. The journey is almost complete. I can feel it. I have worked hard. Soon I can rest but not right now. My body is aching. I am hungry. I have used up nearly all of my reserves just to get this far. Surely, I will die completing this labor of love. I must eat. That is when I spot it, a tidbit to feed my starving soul. I snatch it up barely missing a hook. Next time I will be more careful, not everything edible along this path is safe.
I hope the morsel will be enough to propel me to where I need to be. A knowing fills me and I dive deep into dark shadowy depths. My lungs feel like they will explode as a vise-like grip grabs hold of my body and forces a vaporized bubble from my lips then I hit bottom. Continue Reading »
In spirit form, Nell lingered unseen and unheard while Vesta gathered willow bark for her benefactor. She listened somewhat bemused as her apprentice invoked the ‘Power of Three’ then hurled words like poisonous darts from her mouth; words which were aimed at the Preacher. Vesta and Amarelle were both still her students – even though neither could see her while she was in spirit form; Nell could guide them. Her protégés, Vesta and Amarelle had both taken an oath. They had sworn not to use their ‘powers’ to cause fear or harm. However, Amarelle did deserve justice. Perhaps, just this one time, she could let Vesta’s slip-up pass. In a way, she wished she’d used such ingenuity for Amarelle’s justice. Perhaps, this faux pas was more of a spell than a curse and one that she agreed was for the “good of the whole!” As Nell faded away into the ethos she realized that Karma alone would decide the positive or negative results of this spell on Vesta and the Preacher.
His name was Xheng but no one could pronounce it properly. They just referred to him as ‘Chin.’
Xheng was a sensei; a teacher but he had not yet achieved status of senpai – master of the healing arts as he had been taken hostage by pirates who invaded the shores of his homeland seeking slaves to sell. When Captain Smith came upon the pirate ship called Black Betty, they’d done battle. Xheng was one of the few survivors of the sunken Black Betty. He had been hauled aboard the rescuing ship by none other than the Captain himself. Xheng had always been a fast learner. He could speak some broken English. “You heppa me?” he’d questioned the intrigued Captain.
Captain Smith was a scholar and gentleman. Xheng dubbed ‘Chin,’ and Captain Smith became friends and colleagues on their voyage toward the America’s where they sailed to colonize a new land. Continue Reading »
This golden flower is known as a buffalo bean, prairie bean, golden banner and prairie pea. These flowers bloom during
late May or early June. The buffalo bean can be found in open sandy areas of the prairie and aspen forests where water tables are high.
The golden bean flowers were once used as a cure for stomach disease and its roots used as a horse medicine.
Dye was made from the yellow flowers and used by the First Nations People to color arrows and skin bags.
Most importantly, the appearance of this golden pea-like flower was used as a form of phenology (study of nature) by the First Nations People because upon its arrival, the spring hunt for buffalo bulls could resume.
Warning: The pea shaped pods of a buffalo bean should never be consumed as they are poisonous!
I got picked up by beetleypete in the United Kingdom!
Quite an auspicious milestone for this little ol’ country
gal and The Trefoil Muse!
Please read what happened, “Upon Finding beetleypete!”
We don’t hear that much about Canada these days. Ever since the French-speaking people in Quebec stopped protesting about the British Royal Family, and Pierre Trudeau died, it seems that Canada hardly exists outside of North America. No reports of how they have been affected by the pandemic, and not even a feature on one of their ‘big freeze’ weather events. So when I read a post on the blog of Canadian writer Nadine Gordon, I thought it was only right to ask her to appear here as a guest blogger, and let us know what is going in in that vast country.
This is a short ‘bio’ about the author, Nadine Gordon.
I began my writing career as a journalist for a small local newspaper. That’s where I discovered while interviewing several subjects that they shone while relating their own stories of how they…
I don’t mind spotting this type of smoke on the prairie!
This little flower is called, ‘Prairie Smoke.’ Otherwise known as Geum triflorum, three flowered avens or old man’s whiskers.
The flowers on this perennial herbaceous plant bloom from mid-spring to early summer.
They grow wild on the prairie but you can also purchase them from your local greenhouse and plant them as perennials in your flower garden.
Native Americans and early settlers once used the root from the Prairie Smoke to treat colic, fever, coughs and stomach ailments with tea made from its roots.
It was even used in the treatment of Tuberculosis (TB) an infectious disease that affects the lungs and other parts of the body.
I am traveling the middle world from west to east. I know that I am from earth but not of it. Today though, I must join my human family as it is a time of celebration.
The eagles are crying out in distain. Their shrill whistles permeate the air as I temporarily exit the higher realm. Their piercing screams remind me that they will continue to support my efforts to rise above human drama and past mistakes. I remember the lessons that I have progressed through then breath through self-doubt, illusions of fear and vanity.
My family is very unassuming. They accept me for who I am. I am the one who self judges. I am very hard on myself so, I prefer not to take on someone else’s illusion of who I am. Ego is hard to be rid of. However, ego demolishing makes you wise. It is very humbling.
It is hard to be a leader because people want to follow those who are wise or humble. Sometimes, they put you up on a pedestal that is impossible to uphold or maintain. I have no desire to be on that type of a pedestal. I prefer to simply be myself. Although, I have a strong desire to be the best that I can be, my preference is just to be happy doing whatever it is that I’m meant to be doing at the time. Now, if that led to an invitation to stand behind a podium for a sharing of mutual empowerment, I would be very accepting and grateful for the opportunity. This would allow all involved to achieve victory and freedom because we all chose to be present in order to experience the joy of shared wisdom. I like to share. This is what I try to teach to others. But they don’t understand.
I say to them, “I cannot be your leader. I may be able to assist you during your journey but, you must follow your own lead. Be an individual, revel in your differences. Share as you are guided. This is what it means to lead by example. This is what it is to be happy; joyful. This is the true essence of love. Love yourself. Take the small steps.” Continue Reading »
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