Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
Dragon Legends
One day in the late summer season, a powerful dragon flew down from mount Dracona and landed so close to an unsuspecting village peasant girl by the name Scrachen, that she slumped to the ground and passed out.
The peasant girl woke up a short time later, she found that the Dragon had lain down only a few dozen steps away and had drifted off into a fitful slumber. In front of the dragon laid a lump of bright material that appeared to have an inner glow of it's own, it radiated a bright milky white light. Scrachen remembered some stories told that Dragons had these stones that were embedded in the lower part of their neck which shone very brightly. These stones were rumored to have great mystical powers and were a very much valued possession. A symbol of power.
Scrachen remembered also stories of a famed warrior who once killed one of the Mount Pilatus dragons: he somehow managed to run his spear down the dragon's throat then finished killing the beast with his sword then removed the stone from the lower part of it's neck.
Sometime later it was rumored that the warrior had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. What had ever happened to him? No one knew to this day, just was never seen again. It is also now known that a dragon does not breath fire, but they do breath out a very toxic poisonous breath that can kill many warriors with just one exhaled breath. Sometime it could take days of agony before the victim finally succumbed to death. Could this have been what happened to the warrior? Had pride driven him away into the wilderness to die alone?
Scratchen, slowly and careful moved forward judiciously measuring every step carefully so as to not make a sound. Stopping for a moment as the dragon shifted it's position but did not awaken. She continued to advanced slowly towards the dragon. Her first thought was to steal the stone but as she got closer she noticed old woulds that healed over leaving many scars. It was the wound at the lower part of the neck that caught her attention as she drew closer. Scrachen stopped dead in her tracks with a sudden realization This was the supposedly slain dragon the vanished warrior was supposed to have killed. Scrachen continued to edge forward towards the dragon and very carefully and gently touched the dragons front clawed paw. The beasts eyes immediately opened and a large reddish eyeball was staring Scrachen.
She heard a low growl from down deep in the creatures throat. She sat on the ground next to the beast with her hand still gently resting on the beasts front clawed scaly paw. The creature turned to look look at her directly with both eyes then lowered it's head and sniffed her just like any other animals do. The creature satisfied that she meant it no harm and carried no weapons it lowered it's head near the ground before it and began to push the shiny object towards her. She knew immediately what it wanted of her. Replace the shiny object to it rightful place. Again Scrachin carefully and slowly picked up the shiny object and knew what the creature want. She held the the object against the wound on it's lower neck and almost immediately a healing affect began to take place as the object as the object reconnected with it's host.
The Dragon once again lowered it's head to the ground this time also letting it's neck stretch out flat on the ground and just laid there blinking at her. She knew what it wanted, it wanted for her to climb on and go with it. Three beats of those huge leathery wings and the were aloft. Next thin Scrachin knew is flying above the clouds headed towards a distant mountain
Childhood dreams lost
As I have come to remember more of my childhood growing up in a small town I envy the old me . The young idealistic, innocent that still believed that her marriage was going to be a place of safety, love and support and to have children and raise a family. That dream is so long dead it is covered in dust.
Now instead of the dewy eyed girl who could trust and love with a completely whole heart, I became a battle worn, emotional wreck. Every time life and my questionable choices knocked me to my knees, I got up again. Not always for myself. I crawled back up to be some body only to end up in poverty and I strived again to be some body's love. I got gut kicked and tossed out like yesterday's garbage and I clawed my way upright once again to be some body's loving wife .
It was enough to want to be there for others. It was enough to keep me driven and focused; to succeed. But I will tell you a powerful and amazing truth about my journey.
Nothing has made me feel more like a woman, a goddess, than to get back up solely for my own sake, I came to realize there was no one there to help me up. When I got up it had to be just for me, when the only excuse and reason for living became my desire to be completely there for myself I found that safe place. I found the real contentment, safety, fulfillment, support that I had always craved.
Do I miss that sweet innocent girl I was? Hell yes. It breaks my heart that she had to be bullied and abused to get to be me where I stand now. However, I cannot ignore the reality that her suffering has given me a powerful creative force, a breath taking dimensional beauty that can only be achieved by living hard and dirty for a while. They were all lessons about life and living and how to make better choices in my life and how to use my God/Goddess given gifts more wisely.
I love you right where you are. For to long were you a tightly closed bud, the promise of a truly powerful and loving woman. It is at that point when you feel unhinged, unappreciated, and held back from your joy that you are the unexploded brilliant fireworks that is a woman in transition. I remember the rudderless ship of abandonment I was. Trust me as an old battle scarred warrior princess that has become the finished product of the beautiful and fantastic life that you feel now.
Once you are on the shore of the other side of this uncomfortable time it gets better.
After you are washed clean by the torrent of hurt, anger, disappointment and woeful tears, it gets better.
It was enough to want to be there for others. It was enough to keep me driven and focused; to succeed. But I will tell you a powerful and amazing truth about my journey.
Nothing has made me feel more like a woman, a goddess, than to get back up solely for my own sake, I came to realize there was no one there to help me up. When I got up it had to be just for me, when the only excuse and reason for living became my desire to be completely there for myself I found that safe place. I found the real contentment, safety, fulfillment, support that I had always craved.
Do I miss that sweet innocent girl I was? Hell yes. It breaks my heart that she had to be bullied and abused to get to be me where I stand now. However, I cannot ignore the reality that her suffering has given me a powerful creative force, a breath taking dimensional beauty that can only be achieved by living hard and dirty for a while. They were all lessons about life and living and how to make better choices in my life and how to use my God/Goddess given gifts more wisely.
I love you right where you are. For to long were you a tightly closed bud, the promise of a truly powerful and loving woman. It is at that point when you feel unhinged, unappreciated, and held back from your joy that you are the unexploded brilliant fireworks that is a woman in transition. I remember the rudderless ship of abandonment I was. Trust me as an old battle scarred warrior princess that has become the finished product of the beautiful and fantastic life that you feel now.
Once you are on the shore of the other side of this uncomfortable time it gets better.
After you are washed clean by the torrent of hurt, anger, disappointment and woeful tears, it gets better.
When you feel strong enough and surrender completely to your dreams, desires and personal needs and wants, the clouds of despair begin to part. When you feel inspired and empowered to put yourself first it gets wonderfully better.
Now I have my beloved roomie of ten years, my twin flame and warrior in shining armor
Now I have my beloved roomie of ten years, my twin flame and warrior in shining armor
Cynthia ©
The 12 Keys of Spiritual Activism
Spiritual Activism is about reconnecting the concepts of
personal spiritual growth and societal action. It is a mindset that comes from
the awakening of our perception of the interconnectiveness of all living beings
and the understanding that not only do our actions make a contribution to the
world, they also foster our personal spiritual development. Spiritual Activism
moves the mindset of the individual from one of "me" to one of
"us" and towards a goal of selfless service to others. Selfless
service does not differentiate between invisible acts of service to others and
those that are recognized publically. It works towards the empowerment of
others to not only solve the immediate problem, but to give the tools to
prevent the repeat of the problem.
The embrace of the path of Spiritual Activism enables individuals or groups to develop the noble qualities of compassion, wisdom and gratitude. It is in itself a Path of Transformation - a Spiritual Blueprint for living. We can shift our perspectives of reality through seeking service beyond self by practicing the Gifts of Service.
Music: Daniel Kobialka, "Annachie Gordon"
The embrace of the path of Spiritual Activism enables individuals or groups to develop the noble qualities of compassion, wisdom and gratitude. It is in itself a Path of Transformation - a Spiritual Blueprint for living. We can shift our perspectives of reality through seeking service beyond self by practicing the Gifts of Service.
Music: Daniel Kobialka, "Annachie Gordon"
Casandra
Haunted buildings? But of
course. I do believe they are a real phenomenon, especially for some who are
sensitive enough to detect their energy. I don't see negative entities but I
certainly feel their energy and sometimes it's not very nice energy.
There was also a resident ghost in the homestead where I grew up.
From the time my dad bought the old house before renevations we could hear sounds at night, like popping sounds like someone stomping on a large tomato can. Creaking and groaning like one of those wooden tall ships at sea.
The sounds kind of spooked me when I was younger but as I grew older It didn't bother me as much but there was no way my mom could talk me into going into the cellar to get some preserves, I would have starved first. I didn't like that damp old wooden framed cellar full of spiders webs. I could have swore that some of those spiders were as big as a basket ball. But this was where the greatest source of the noise at night originated from.
In later years my dad had the house renovated with a full basement a had a living room, bath and bedroom added to the ground floor part of the house. With the full size basement I though that would be the end of the strange sounds at nigh. The same sounds continued unabated by the new basement
Some couple of years later we had my sister and her four children staying over. On this one ocasion my dad was away on business. One night a loud crash from the basement woke all of us up. My mom sister and the three kids ran into my room and jumped into the bed with me. I don't know why that was but everyone thought of me being the dragon slayer of the family I guess. So I armed myself with my dads twenty two riffle and went down stairs and checked every room. Nothing was out of place nothing broken or smashed
When I was nine years old I was sitting in the middle of the rec-room floor playing some board game by myself when I hears that familiar stomping sound again, like someone smashing a large tomato can with their foot. I never looked around to see what it was, I just said, Ok you can play this game with me if you want Cassandra, the name just popped into my head from nowhere. Not another sound was heard after that night.
I later discovered that this ghost turned out to be a little girl by the name of Cassandra, and all she wanted or was looking for was for someone to pay attention to her, so I made friends with her. She became my imaginary friend, so it was when someone would see me talking to myself, mom would say others present I was talking to my imaginary friend. I have seen shadows flicker in and out occasionally through the years and have never really paid them much attention until all of the past occurrences I mentioned above.
I do remember that It was more of a feeling then an actual observance. A feeling like there was a familiar presence in the house, but this presences had a calming influence, not negative in nature at all. It truly felt familiar, but I could not readily place what it was.
Anyway, I have experienced other phenomena on many different occasions through the years as well which I was never until just relatively recent time was able to explain or fully understand. I can't say if I actually ever made myself disappear and reappear again. In childhood I have on occasion learned to blend so well with the background behind me so that when I didn't want someone to find me all I had to do is stand perfectly still, so that even with bright-colored clothes they would walk by like I were invisible. It was a neat trick when I didn't want to be found when I was a kid.
The problem is that I have also discovered that even now when I am trying to talk to someone it is like I am not there. Even my roomie, standing or sitting right beside to me does not notice or hear me either. So these little disappearing acts can at times be quite annoying, Disappearing without even actually disappearing. Just “poof!” no one notices I’m there short of pulling my hair, making weird faces and screaming my butt off, so it would appear at times. Which sometimes I feel like doing. Pretty odd isn't it?
Ok now for The Return of my Ghost Friend. It was In August of 2007 when my roomie totaled her car and walked out without a scratch. Then late September we survived another near fatal car accident when my van we were riding in was hit from behind while stopped at a red light, totally pushed the back end of the van to the back of the front seats. It was a miracle we walked out of that one alive with only a few minor bruises.
I have often wondered why I felt stuff that others didn't when I was in certain places. The negative energy in this place we had just moved in was so dense and oppressive you could literally almost cut it with a knife when you walked into the place. We were finding ourselves aggressively arguing with one another at the least provocation, which was unusual for us, we hardly ever even have disagreements with each other.
About a month after the van incidence our apartment was broken into. My partner was not certain if the perpetrators were still in the house or not. I could feel that the residual energy was old, and that no one was in the house. She called the police on her cell phone, mostly out of formality, As I had thought the police had been a waste of time. The next day I told my roomie that there was some type of nasty energy that had to be cleansed out of the house. She went to the local Catholic church and got some holly water and we sprinkled holy water as well as smudge the apartment with sweet grass twice over, then I felt the negative energy subside and it became considerably calmer and more peaceful in the room.
It was shortly after the cleansing that we both began to see Cassandra. She made herself presence quite literally noticed at times seen as a fleeting shadow or something feeling a a subtle touch on your shoulder. I don’t think she really had ever left. I just had to become conscious that she was still around. As for me, I am happy that she has returned, My childhood imaginary friend I use to tell everyone is still here with us. :o)
There was also a resident ghost in the homestead where I grew up.
From the time my dad bought the old house before renevations we could hear sounds at night, like popping sounds like someone stomping on a large tomato can. Creaking and groaning like one of those wooden tall ships at sea.
The sounds kind of spooked me when I was younger but as I grew older It didn't bother me as much but there was no way my mom could talk me into going into the cellar to get some preserves, I would have starved first. I didn't like that damp old wooden framed cellar full of spiders webs. I could have swore that some of those spiders were as big as a basket ball. But this was where the greatest source of the noise at night originated from.
In later years my dad had the house renovated with a full basement a had a living room, bath and bedroom added to the ground floor part of the house. With the full size basement I though that would be the end of the strange sounds at nigh. The same sounds continued unabated by the new basement
Some couple of years later we had my sister and her four children staying over. On this one ocasion my dad was away on business. One night a loud crash from the basement woke all of us up. My mom sister and the three kids ran into my room and jumped into the bed with me. I don't know why that was but everyone thought of me being the dragon slayer of the family I guess. So I armed myself with my dads twenty two riffle and went down stairs and checked every room. Nothing was out of place nothing broken or smashed
When I was nine years old I was sitting in the middle of the rec-room floor playing some board game by myself when I hears that familiar stomping sound again, like someone smashing a large tomato can with their foot. I never looked around to see what it was, I just said, Ok you can play this game with me if you want Cassandra, the name just popped into my head from nowhere. Not another sound was heard after that night.
I later discovered that this ghost turned out to be a little girl by the name of Cassandra, and all she wanted or was looking for was for someone to pay attention to her, so I made friends with her. She became my imaginary friend, so it was when someone would see me talking to myself, mom would say others present I was talking to my imaginary friend. I have seen shadows flicker in and out occasionally through the years and have never really paid them much attention until all of the past occurrences I mentioned above.
I do remember that It was more of a feeling then an actual observance. A feeling like there was a familiar presence in the house, but this presences had a calming influence, not negative in nature at all. It truly felt familiar, but I could not readily place what it was.
Anyway, I have experienced other phenomena on many different occasions through the years as well which I was never until just relatively recent time was able to explain or fully understand. I can't say if I actually ever made myself disappear and reappear again. In childhood I have on occasion learned to blend so well with the background behind me so that when I didn't want someone to find me all I had to do is stand perfectly still, so that even with bright-colored clothes they would walk by like I were invisible. It was a neat trick when I didn't want to be found when I was a kid.
The problem is that I have also discovered that even now when I am trying to talk to someone it is like I am not there. Even my roomie, standing or sitting right beside to me does not notice or hear me either. So these little disappearing acts can at times be quite annoying, Disappearing without even actually disappearing. Just “poof!” no one notices I’m there short of pulling my hair, making weird faces and screaming my butt off, so it would appear at times. Which sometimes I feel like doing. Pretty odd isn't it?
Ok now for The Return of my Ghost Friend. It was In August of 2007 when my roomie totaled her car and walked out without a scratch. Then late September we survived another near fatal car accident when my van we were riding in was hit from behind while stopped at a red light, totally pushed the back end of the van to the back of the front seats. It was a miracle we walked out of that one alive with only a few minor bruises.
I have often wondered why I felt stuff that others didn't when I was in certain places. The negative energy in this place we had just moved in was so dense and oppressive you could literally almost cut it with a knife when you walked into the place. We were finding ourselves aggressively arguing with one another at the least provocation, which was unusual for us, we hardly ever even have disagreements with each other.
About a month after the van incidence our apartment was broken into. My partner was not certain if the perpetrators were still in the house or not. I could feel that the residual energy was old, and that no one was in the house. She called the police on her cell phone, mostly out of formality, As I had thought the police had been a waste of time. The next day I told my roomie that there was some type of nasty energy that had to be cleansed out of the house. She went to the local Catholic church and got some holly water and we sprinkled holy water as well as smudge the apartment with sweet grass twice over, then I felt the negative energy subside and it became considerably calmer and more peaceful in the room.
It was shortly after the cleansing that we both began to see Cassandra. She made herself presence quite literally noticed at times seen as a fleeting shadow or something feeling a a subtle touch on your shoulder. I don’t think she really had ever left. I just had to become conscious that she was still around. As for me, I am happy that she has returned, My childhood imaginary friend I use to tell everyone is still here with us. :o)
Cynthia ©
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