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This song started playing in my head sometime during the night. The only way to get it out of my head is to share it. Happy Saturday!

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Twas the Night Before Christmas

Santa_in_Sleigh

Twas the night before Christmas and all throught the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads
And momma and her kerchief and I and my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a minature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With A little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen,
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash way, dash away all,
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricanes fly
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky
so up to the house top his coursers they flew
with a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicolas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plumb, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
A wink fof his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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Dream a Little Dream With Me

Dreams, if you know me at all, you know I love to sleep and usually enjoy the places my spirit takes me when my conscious mind is resting and can’t interfere with our itinerary.  Last night was one of those nights; deep, healing, mind recharging and heart restoring, sleep.

First, the world received news that Elvis is still with us.  He was healthy, fit and looked like we would expect him to look if he had been healthy at the age of 77.  He agreed to give one concert in Las Vegas and I was there; sitting in an elegant Las Vegas show room listening to Elvis just as I remember him sounding in 1975.

Then, William and I built an island in the center of our kitchen (we have a very nice kitchen now and there’s nothing wrong with it). He then brought home an ice cream maker.  But this was a special ice cream maker because after you made the ice cream, if you added milk the machine would take the fresh ice cream and make milkshakes.  Sweet, creamy, comforting milkshakes.

Yes, I had quite a night last night.  So, what’s the point?  Only that the most spiritual people should also be the most human people.  Everything we have in the material world is here because we have been endowed by the Great Spirit with imagination, ingenuity, talents and ability to invent or become anything we need or want.  And, as my favorite psych once said, “sometimes a cigar, is just a cigar”, and to you I say, “sometimes a milkshake is just a milkshake”, so, don’t read anymore into it than that.  Happy Sunday!

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Music Passion – Early in the Morning

There isn’t much written about this song, but I really like it, so for my All About Lemon Music Passion October entry I chose Early in the Morning by Vanity Fare.  The song was written by Mike Leander and Eddie Seago.  It reached #8 in the UK in 1969 and #12 in the US in early 1970.  Enjoy!

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Old Wives Tales

Ever wonder where all the old wives tales come from?  Well, I’m sure many of them are based in fears, shadows, and oppression of their times.  But, I’m also sure that more than a few of them are based in truth.  Consider if you will those of us today who are currently experiencing extreme shifts in ability to perceive energy, increasing psychic abilities and vibrational ascensions.  We have support from each other and in today’s society we’re allowed to be thought a little crazy as long as we’re not a danger to ourselves or others.  But  hundreds of years ago this wasn’t true.  During the 1600s, 1700s, even 1800s, if you were gifted with psychic ability, or any paranormal power you kept it a secret otherwise you might be accused of being a witch, wizard or demon.  In which case you could be put to death.  If you were sensitive to animals and could communicate with them psychically you kept this secret too or you and the animal were doomed.

Imagine living 250 years ago and you are able to see spirits.  And imagine a helpful spirit who starts helping you cook amazing meals.  If you tell anyone about the spirit, you’ll be thought a witch.  So, you make up a ‘old wives tale’ about kitchen witches to explain why you do odd things when cooking.  Or, suppose you notice a synchronicity around pregnancy and being able to tell the sex of the child before birth.  Again, to protect yourself and your knowledge, you’ll probably make up a ‘old wives tale’ to explain how you know things.

Therefore, women (and more than a few men) made up stories and tales to explain anything odd which happened around them.  If they could blow it off as just an old wives tale told by their mom, grandmother, aunt, they were less likely to be accused of anything malevolent.  Also, many with powers passed their knowledge from generation to generation through stories and ‘tales’ to keep the power alive but keep the practitioner safe.

Just another reason to be grateful for the times we’re living in and the amazing changes we’re part of in our current society.

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Starry Starry Night

I’ve been watching the Orionid meteor shower.  It’s a little after 4:00 a.m. and there are stars, meteors, inky darkness highlighted with the miracles of space.  As I listen to the yips of coyotes in the distance, watch the meteors streak across the sky, take in the planets and mass of stars so thick they truly appear milky, I have to ask myself why we fear the dark. I can rationalize why many avoid the night based on solid anthropological studies.  However, we miss much of the charm of our universe by allowing unfounded trepidation to prevent us from becoming intimate with the night.  An intimacy which affords us the balance of energies necessary for spiritual stability. The night is quiet, there to embrace us if we choose to tear ourselves away from our irrational fears to seek out the gifts the night offers. There is a bright display of magic in the night sky, a performance of etheral mystery not visible in the sunlight.  The energy of the night is more subtle, gentle and waites to be welcomed and appreciated.  Is there as regularly as the day, yet never intrusive or demanding, always there for all who wish to permit the night to enchant them.

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”

 

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Hallowe’en Hijinks

I want to state that I love Halloween.  I also want to be perfectly clear that I respect and celebrate with respect the Holy day of Samhain.  So, while reading my ‘fun’ posts about Halloween, please don’t think I take the holiday lightly.  I’m just having fun with it.

Today, is all about random fun facts, my silly musings and a poem from my childhood that I still enjoy. So, here we go . . .

The word witch comes from the old english wicce and the wicca were once highly respected for their knowledge and power.

If a black cat crosses your path but you don’t see it, will you still have bad luck? Are white cats good luck?

The first jack-o’-lanterns in Ireland were hollowed out turnips with candles placed in them to keep away evil spirits.

Seeing a spider on Halloween is believed to be the spirit of a loved one watching over you (I’m good then, I live in the desert, I see spiders just about every day 🙂  )

I’m named after the character in the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (Katrina Von Tassle) my father was reading the story and loved the name so much, he had me named about 2 years before I was born.

In my family the number 13 is thought to be lucky.  My parents were married on the 13th, my daughter was born on the 13th, when playing sports in school William’s number was 13.  (yes, I know 13 doesn’t have much to do with Halloween, I just threw this in for fun).

On All Hallows Eve (Oct 31) it’s believed the veil between our world and the spirit world is blurred.  Masks were originally worn to keep the spirits from recognizing the living.

My family loves black cats and we believe when one adopts you then you will have good luck.  We always feed stray cats too no matter what color.  They are the guardians of the underworld.

When Thomas Edison died it is believed that Henry Ford captured his last dying breath in a bottle. (wonder where that bottle is?)

Tonight, when the last light is gone

And you’re almost too sleepy to yawn

Put your ear to the wall

and hear the thing crawl

but don’t cry

it leaves before dawn . . .

What’s your favorite thing about Halloween or even what ‘scary’ notion interests you the most?  Happy Hallowe’en.

 

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Werewolves

Let me begin today’s post by clarifying that this is not a detailed explanation of anything.  There are serious blogs I could write about this subject, but not today. Today’s post is just a Halloween theme to keep you looking over your shoulder, under the bed, double checking the doors and windows at dusk and laughing at yourself for all of these extra-precautions.

Across every ancient realm and society there are legends of shapshifters, skinwalkers and werewolves.  In studying the various cultures, from Ireland to Turkey to Native American to Romanian to Chinese, there are similarities and differences in the legends.  There is the traditional were’wolf’ legend which, depending on the country you’re in, can either be the transformation from human to healthy full-fledged wolf, or a half-human half-wolfish monster.  In Canada there is a legend of a were-bear and in Mexico you could acquire the magical power to change into a wolf, large cat, eagle or bull.  Some countries believe people have the ability to change into a fox.  In Haiti its believed with the correct power you can change into any animal or plant you wish.  In some european countries, you can be cursed, causing you to change into a wolf or other animal against your will.

However, being bitten by a healthy ‘wild’ animal will not cause you to become that animal or any mutated version of it on the next full moon.  Most ancient cultures were ‘afraid of the dark’ and everything they perceived to lurk there.  For the most part down through the ages, healthy wild animals rarely attack humans.  Wolves are the most misunderstood animal on the planet with bears and large cats running a close second.  Combine a fear of the dark with the size, strength and obvious wild nature of these animals into the minds of people who didn’t know any better, there forms formidable creatures in the mists.

In many cultures there are people with magical knowledge such as shaman and witch/wizard, who are purported to have the power to change or at least appear to change into other forms. When you combine witches, wizards, shaman and others who know how to use magic, with fear and lack of knowledge about wild creatures you have the makings of many (though not all) shapeshifting legends.  I have read accounts from 100s of years ago, where people committed atrocious acts which today would qualify them as serial killers.  Many of these people either believed they were being controlled by the spirit of a mutated wild animal or at least said they were in hopes of making a plea that they couldn’t control themselves.  This is true even in modern times, the infamous Son of Sam said dogs were telling him who to kill.

Time, imagination, cultural, religious, spiritual legends and rituals, combined with fear of the unknown can and have caused many a monster to be born.  However, it’s my personal belief that every legend, from fairies and leprechaun, to vampires, werewolves, even the Loch Ness monster are all born of at least a grain of truth. As they say, truth is stranger than fiction and ‘there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’  Are shapeshifters, skinwalkers and were-animals real?  I’ll let you decide for yourselves.

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Comic Relief

I wish I had pictures of this story, but sadly I don’t.  However, it is 100% true, no embellishment or exaggeration.

I don’t blog much about my family mostly because they are either afraid of my gifts or choose to ignore them all together.  But they are all good, honest hard-working country people.  My brother, Matthew is six years younger than I am.  The best way I can describe him is he looks a little like Garth Brooks (definitely that size), and his personality is a cross between Gentle Ben and Big Hoss.  But with a tough side he rarely lets friends and family see (he’s a Federal Officer stationed at the Penitentiary in my home state).  His wife, Pam is both beautiful and highly intelligent (scrub nurse supervisor at the local hospital).  They have seven amazing, bright, beautiful, wonderful children (yes I’m prejudice, I’ve had the honor of being the first person to hold every one of my nieces and nephews at birth, after their parents of course).  This arm of the family has taken the Brady Bunch and met Green Acres in the Appalachian Mountains, and there are many funny stories I could blog, but today’s is the most recent. So as told to me by my mother who witnessed it first hand here is what happened:

Feeding all these children gets expensive even with the good jobs my brother and sister-in-law have.  They have abundant gardens every summer, so they freeze and can vegetables for the winter.  My brother usually buys a beef every fall to freeze for the winter.  In addition, this year he decided to start raising chickens.  My brother’s degree is in Criminal Justice and even though he lives in the country; he knows nothing about chickens.  He talk to a friend and neighbor who came over to help build a very nice coop and fenced area for the chickens.  The first two arrived last week.  The rooster is named Henry and the hen is named Mabel.  All the kids are learning to help clean, feed and care for Henry and Mabel, even the baby boy (okay, he’s 5, but he’s still a baby to me).

Due to my brother and sister-in-law’s work schedules, the teenage girl across the hollow picks the kids up at school on her way home from the high school and they stay with my mom until Matt or Pam come home. On this particular day, Henry and Mabel were either excited to see the kids come home or bored in the chicken yard, because they flew out to greet the kids as they were coming up the drive.  I told you my brother knows nothing about chickens and apparently no one told him you have to clip their wings.  The neighbor girl knows quite a bit about chickens, so she told my mom and the kids they were on their own, she had no intention of being pecked to death if Henry and/or Mabel got mad. She went home.

My mom also knew better than to confront Henry and Mabel, she stood her ground about 100 yards from the coop while the 5, 6, and 8 year olds tried for almost an hour to corral the chickens back into the yard, but they just kept flying out.  Of course, for the kids this was a mixture of funny and frustrating.  They were laughing but the chore quickly became tiresome.  Luckily, my brother came home from work.  Which is what I think is the funniest part of the story.

Picture if you will, a very large, muscular, man wearing a law enforcement uniform (gun and all) chasing one rooster and one hen around an approximately 5 acre lot always just missing them.  Always having them jump, fly, or scoot from his grasp inches from his hands until finally he throws his hands up in despair, walks away telling Henry and Mabel (rather loudly) he hopes the coyotes eat them because he’s done with them. At which time they both fly politely back into the chicken yard and wait for their dinner.

Yes, my sister-in-law helped my brother clip their wings the next day.  Although I understand Henry wasn’t having any of it and his wings may not be clipped enough.  Which tells you something about his personality and my brother’s timidity.

Happy weekend everyone!

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Ghost Story

In my dreams last night I received the idea to change things up a bit for October.  Halloween is my second favorite holiday (Christmas is my first), so to celebrate during the month I’ll be posting odd facts, eerie questions and haunting tales; mixed in of course with my usual spiritual advice and guidance.

To start things off, I once lived in a haunted house.  Not Amityville type haunt, more like Casper haunt.  But still very much haunted.  In fact, my daughter and I lived there for 16 years, peacefully with the ghosts.  All our dogs were tormented terribly, so much so, we finally gave up trying to have dogs.  Cats were a different matter.  They were all quite happy and in fact would go out and bring other stray cats home to us.  Oddly, my wolves were quite happy also.  The ghosts never bothered them, or if they did, the wolves didn’t care.

The history of the house and land based on old, fragmented county records, is that in the 1800s it was a chicken farm.  When we moved and were landscaping we found the remnants of old building foundations which we dug out and disposed of.  The main house had been a small 3 room house which was built onto over the years to install a bathroom, plumbing in the kitchen, and to add 2 bedrooms.  Based on the same county records, different members of the same family had owned the property for over 100 years.

From the moment we moved in my daughter and I heard strange sounds.  I have clairaudience, so I heard whispers, fragmented voices and breathing.  She heard thumping noises in the walls, and banging sounds, specifically along the wall which separated her bedroom from the kitchen.  I could walk into the kitchen and find every single cabinet door standing open.  I would close the cabinet doors and within minutes, sometimes seconds they would all re-open; as if someone were walking past, opening each one by one.  Many small, personal items disappeared, especially if I left them on the bathroom sink.  Earrings, caps off lotion bottles, even cups or pieces of clothing.  I would search diligently to no avail and then days, maybe weeks later the item would return right where I lost (left) it.

One day while I was home alone, I was walking from the laundry room into the livingroom, as I glanced across the living room into my daughter’s bedroom I saw 3 people, 2 women and a man standing there smiling at me. They were dressed in clothing common for 1800s farmers.  I was so stunned to see them so clearly, I stood there in silence for several seconds and then they shimmered out.  I immediately went into the bedroom and began trying to talk to them, but they were either gone (to where ever ghosts go) or were not interested in having a conversation at that time.

When my daughter was in middle school, a friend asked to spend the night.  About 2:00 in the morning the girls woke me because apparently one of the ghosts had frightened my daughter’s friend.  The poor child said she woke up and there was a woman standing over her staring at her in a very stern way.  We all spent the rest of the night in the living room with the lights on and after breakfast my daughter’s friend went home.  She did come back to visit after that but always left before dark.

On another occasion a friend of mine was visiting and we were watching a movie.  Suddenly my friend touched my arm and said there was a man in the house.  I told her this was impossible, no one could get in as the entire property was fenced and there were 3 large wolves in the yard.  No one was in the house. She insisted that a blonde man in his thirties had looked around the corner between the dining room and living room and smiled at her.  She was so certain we had to search the entire house, even closets and the shower to be sure there wasn’t someone in the house.  After that incident, she never stayed to visit after dark either.

One signature move of my ghosts was they loved to make a sound like the back door was slamming, then they walked through the kitchen into the dining room, stopping at the dining room table.  They would do this over and over and over.  My daughter and I gave up going to look for anyone, we knew it was the ghosts.  My future son-in-law was not so brave.  I actually frightened him one day as I was coming home from work.  I entered the back door, walked through the kitchen and placed my purse on the dining room table, I went into the living room and said hello to him. He literally jumped out of the recliner to his feet.  Then he began half-laughing, half almost crying (he was 18 at the time), the ghosts had been traveling across the kitchen into the dining room for over an hour and when he heard me, he thought it was them.

So, I think you get the picture of our lives with ghosts.  They never really harmed anyone and were never aggressive in any way.  Most people can’t live with ghosts, my daughter didn’t mind and I actually liked them. When I finally moved from there into a smaller, not haunted house, I missed them.

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