Fairy Dreams and Fairy Love

Fairy Dreams and Fairy Love

Hi, dear friends and followers. Thank you so much for visiting and reading my blog. Due to other commitments today I have not had the time to do research for another blog post. I wish to re-share this old poem, a personal experience, which I had that I revised for your enjoyment today. Thank you.

Hi dear friends and followers, I thought that toady I would share again this wonderful story with you.
It is a true experience I had some time back. Thank you for visiting my blog, enjoy the story

A Fairy Dream?

One night I was seeing the same multiple shimmering, swirling colors fill the room as I discussed in another story. This time, after the colors dimmed and faded away, there was this one dot of bright blue-white light that remained floating in the middle of the room.

It started to pulsate, then it was spinning, or it was more like pirouetting around real fast, like a ballerina. It approached me, slowly at first, then speeded up as it got closer. I was frozen to the spot where I sat on my bed, not daring to move. At the last second, when I thought impact was imminent, I backed away from it, not particularly enthusiastic to find out what it would do to me if it hit me.

I named this what I believed to be a spirit being my “little ballerina.” It darted at me three times, then would swerve away after nearly impacting, then it would retreat and reappear and spin in the air in the middle of the room, just like a ballerina once more.

After darting forward the second time, it again veered away at the last second and flew to the middle of the room where it sat and spun.

On its third pass it darted forward again, this time right for my face. Reflexively, I put out my hand out to protect my face and it just stopped there hovering, not moving, mere inches from my face. I reached out tentatively with my hand and the spinning light hovered over my hand and began again to dance and pirouette around like a top just above my hand.

She would dance as she dimmed and brightened, then she would pirouette real fast, then just stop completely and resume doing the same thing again until she, "she?" "Why not a she?"

She made me laugh and giggle. I loved that little fairy and truly looked forward to seeing her again, but, unfortunately after four months of visiting me every second or third night she never came back again. That made me so sad, like losing a best friend, but I do know they’re still around, the little fairy and the light beings as well, I can sense their presence, like the guardian angels they are.

Cynthia ©

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Schadenfreude, Full Circle ~ Toxic Relationship.

Schadenfreude, Full Circle
by Lorna Tedder · in Grief

Hi, dear friends and followers, Thank you very much for visiting and reading my blog. This entry deals with being an empath in a toxic relationship.

I can only add that for an empath to accept the truth about a toxic partner is probably the hardest thing for them to do. It is easy to listen to our intuition about almost anything else except in a relationship. Is this because we wear out hearts on our sleeves and do so want to believe what our partner tells us. So that we do not want to face the truth, and we hang on hoping it would get better? It doesn't. I had that unfortunate experience.

The rest of the story I leave to the author, as I believe she tells it very close to my own experience, and probably to the experience of many other empaths.   

Long ago and faraway–or at least what seems like long ago and faraway–someone cheated me out of something very precious to me. There were lies told to me and threats made against me.

“Let it go,” my friends said.

“Be the bigger person,” they advised.

“Put it in the past and move on,” they urged.

But that’s so much easier said than done when the person who stabbed you in the back rubs salt in the wound on a daily basis. It never really has the chance to heal because the wound is being aggravated daily and sometimes reopened a few times a month.

Whereas I should by now have a scar that is simply a conversation piece for a new lover, my wound instead still bleeds, thanks to this person’s persistent desire to hurt me.

But wait. I’ve discovered that that’s not entirely true! It’s less about this person wanting to hurt me–though that is certainly a stated promise–than about this person’s need to justify hurtful actions designed to bolster a flagging self-worth. This person, whom for the rest of this article I shall call “X” and refer to with a masculine pronoun, has cut me to my core and has continued to do so for a long while.

Until now.

He still hurts me, but less today than yesterday or any day before. And with the exception of the catharsis of the written word, I’ve borne it alone.

As open as I am about a number of tragic events in my life, only people who know me very well know the real story of the events that happened with X. They’ve heard me talking about moving to get away from X. They’ve heard me talk about quitting a job I love and leaving a home I love to get far, faraway from the bucket of salt thrown at my wounds every day.

These close friends tell me to ignore it, but they don’t have the same wounds, and my friends and family are almost never with me when I turn the corner and there is X, grinning happily, reminding me. Until now, I havebelieved that there is no price for lies, or at least that there is no price that is apparent. There could be no closure without justice, without a willingness to let me heal.

When the wound was fresh and new, I prayed not only for healing but for clarity. The rune kenaz became my friend and enemy at the same time. I needed clarity, wanted clarity, to see the truth behind the lies told to me.

And clarity came. And more salt in the wounds. And more wounds. New wounds. And more salt.

For some reason, I never stopped praying for clarity, and so clarity has come in unsuspected ways. Healing ways. The closure he denied me hasbeen granted by allowing me to see the truth.

Show me what’s real and what’s illusion, I once prayed.

The illusions were shown to me first, and mostly just to me, in a private way. In ways that X–and his friends–meant only for me. But now, just in recent weeks and days, the truth is being revealed and in a much more public way. Not any one big event that could be attributed to someone having a bad day, but a fair number of small events that are indicative of the daily bitterness and unhappiness behind the bright smile.

If I look only with my eyes, X is deliriously happy, loving life, a bright and shiny future ahead. That’s how it looks, anyway. That’s what X wants me to see. But if I stop paying attention to what I see and instead listen, really listen…or at least be willing to listen rather than accept the façade shown to me…then I hear things–and oh, do I hear things!

X’s friends forget I’m in the room, within earshot, and tell his secrets. X’s enemies talk openly of his transgressions. X’s acquaintances talk about surly, mean-spirited, downright hateful comments he’s made about them in public, not knowing he was overheard. X has become widely known as a façade: bright, shiny, and positive in front of the right people, but bitter, jealous, miserable, and unhappy when the mask is lowered. I’ve seen through the illusions I fell for, though time is long-past now. And now, I’ve seen the truth.

The thing that I was cheated of, the thing worth lying for, the thing worth threatening for, did not bring the happiness he thought would certainly come. But he has no other choice but to put on a smile.

He lives now in a trap of his own making. There is no way out except through the way he came, except by acknowledging the lies and the mistakes he made. As toxic as life may be right now, it’s still easier to live within the trap than to take the steps to get out of it. Rather than glee, it makes me just a tiny bit pitying of him but not so much that I’d fall for illusions again.

As for me and wounds I carry, they are finally beginning to heal. The salt that’s thrown at me falls short of its mark, now that I know what’s behind that bright smile–and the persistent negativity and self-hatred fueling his every waking moment.Yes, he took something from me, but whatever happiness it gave him was not long lasting. I wonder if he still thinks it was worth the price. Oh, not to me, but for what it has cost him.

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Poems and Verses By Me

Poems and Verses By Me

Thank you, my dear friends and followers. Today I have for you two more of my poems for you to enjoy. Thank you very much for visiting and reading my blog, Have a wonderful day

Child born of the fairy folks

Short poem composed by me +Cindy Groulx

Never need for shoes and gown:

Never hunger for nourishment

and fire, except for pleasure.

You can attain whatever your heart desires

from the elements of great Mother Forest. 

Gold and silver has no value to you

except for it's shininess and sparkle,

created by Father Sun up above. 

The others of your kind

come to join as mates

when they are still children.

And why should they not, 

in a land where you never grow old?

Every fairy child may keep

and ride upon dragonflies;

and all of the denizens of the forest,

are their friends, 

in a land where it is summer year round.

All build their homes among the trees,

and sing and dance in merriment,

under the blue sky and Father Sun. 

 

Misty woods

A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx

In the darkest of places, there is some light.

In the world in between worlds,

there are wispy fingers of mists, 

Smokey forms of silver luminosity 

arise like ghosts in the moonlight!

They come drifting through the woods,

like maidens adorned in wispy garments; 

and with wings like those of butterflies,

they come flittering betwixt the trees; 

playing their melodious music, 

mingling with the chorus of insects 

all about playing their own 

unique musical instruments.

The butterfly maidens dancing, 

dancing wildly in delight 

among the dark silhouetted trees, 

in the pale, fall moonlight. 

Join in the dance 

and delight your heart 

to the gay melody 

of the forest maidens’ dance.

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Poems and verses by me

Poems and Verses By Me

Thank you my dear friends and followers. Today I have for you a few more of my poems and verses. Thanks you very much for visiting and reading my blog

The Lily

A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx

Pink blended with white;

Green leaves and stem;

dew drops lining its petals,

petals small and big

awakening to bloom 

in the morning's first light.

The lily opens slowly 

to welcome the morning's 

warming, golden sunrays.

with stunning bright colors

reflecting on the ponds gentle wavelets

The Bright Moon

A short verse by me +Cindy Groulx 

“The true joy of a bright moonlit night,

is something we no longer truly know

and understand it's it's true value,

for a romantic mood. 

Only those folks of yesteryear,

remember the bright romantic moon 

before the ambient lights,

that pollute the darkness of night,

hazing the glory of the bright silver moon above"

Fall Rain

A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx

It is raining and the skies are grey.

There is a chill in the air

indicating that fall has arrived.

It rains in the fields and on the trees

and pitter patters on the roof of my home.

It rains on the umbrellas people carry,

as well as on the cars, buses and ships at sea.

The time for shorts and flip flops has gone

and is now replaced by raincoats and rain boots,

and lots of puddles to dance around in!

I go Splish splash! when I see no one is watching

What a joy!  Like being a mischievous child again.

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Ask an Empath: Emotions in Food

Ask an Empath: Emotions in Food
by Lorna Tedder · in Empathy

Hi dear friends and followers. Thank you very much for visiting and reading my blog. Today's topic is about Emotions in Food, for those who may be sensitive to this topic of food and emotions, then go no further than what you read here. The notes in orange text are my own.

Do plants feel pain?

Question: Do empaths sense emotions in their food?

Some do, but I’m not one of them.

In fact I’m not going to dwell on your question too long myself at the risk of awakening something in my empathic senses that would change my diet into something even stricter than it already is.

I do know of empaths who have discovered their gifts/curse, and the deeper they explored it, the more sensitive they became, not only to all other stimuli in their lives but to their food as well. Some of these empaths have developed such a sense of feeling emotion in their food that they have given up all animal products, particularity meat and fish.They’ve told me that all animals, birds, and fish felt or sensed their impending doom and that those emotions of beast, fish, and fowl are entrapped in the food they eat. All of these empaths have shifted over to vegetarianism or some derivative of it to accommodate–not political impulses or health impulses–but the extreme sensitivity to negativity and fear shortly before their food became food.

I do know of a few others who have opted to eat only the fruits or leaves of plants where the plant itself is not destroyed.

Having not experienced that level of sensitivity myself, I don’t really understand what they are feeling. However, I don’t see it as my place to criticize simply because I don’t have that level of sensitivity. I myself am becoming more sensitive in a different way, so that I have a sensitivity against processed foods but feel at one and at peace with whole foods–fish, eggs and meat products that haven’t been saturated in hormones, antibiotics, and GMOs–but that’s another story.

Note: I have not experienced any problem with food and I have not really dwelled on trying to feel the emotional energy from my food source. Goodness knows I feel sensitivities to enough things as it is. It is precisely because as the author said; I do not want to dwell on this too long myself at the risk of awakening something in my empathic senses that I really do not want.

Although I am quite aware of this phenomena, with some people where they actually get quite seriously ill from eating such food contaminated with the aforementioned negative energy and chemicals attached to these types of foods.

Is meat from stressed animals unhealthy?

To read more click on link below 

http://sciencenordic.com/meat-stressed-animals-unhealthy

If you are uncertain, hesitant or disturbed about this topic on stressed animals and animals treated with antibiotics and growth hormones and other chemicals, then I recommend you search no further then here, because you will find some very disturbing facts. I pray over my food before every meal.

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿