Monthly Archives: April 2011

Transforming Exertion.

             Yes, the brain story is continuing to be interesting and educational.  As I was reading along today though, it reminded me of a Daniel-related incident from quite a few years ago.  I’ve just finished the part in this book where she has her stroke.  Being a brain doctor, the way she processes the event, and observes herself, is fascinating. 

          On the second day, after she finally gets to a (second) hospital, she starts thinking (as best she can with the damage that has been done) about her recovery.  Before we got Axel, and Dan became a K-9 handler, he was a patrol deputy.  At the end of his shift one night, technically the early hours of the morning, he responded to a wreck on a rural highway.  A large truck had crashed and was resting at a severe angle on the side of the road.  Because he was the first one on the scene, and by himself, Dan needed to make sure everything was okay.

           He walked across the traffic lanes and climbed into the cab of this big rig.  There was a fuel leak, his boots, and the blacktop, were wet.  He slipped, slightly, but continued with what needed to be done.  After he had secured the driver some medical attention, and had his tow in route, he asked the volunteer EMTs to take a look at his arm, which was fairly painful from his earlier tumble.  They gave him no useful information, and could do nothing for the increasing discomfort in his back, so he went on with the paper-work portion of his job.

            Once another officer had arrived  Daniel started thinking about maybe seeking some treatment for his own injuries.  Eventually he drove himself to the emergency department of our local hospital.  Talking to one of the nurses he knew, he explained the situation and said, “it hurts when I do this, but my hand doesn’t seem to want to do this.”  She grabbed him, uniform, gun, and all, and forced him to sit on an exam table.  Practically shouting, “don’t do THAT!”  And she promptly hollered for a doctor.

            The first I knew of the problem was waking up to his face about six inches from mine.  He was sitting on the floor next to our bed, saying, “uh, hey.   Jule….”   I squinted at him, trying to figure out why he was where he was and what the freaking hell he wanted, and why he would wake me up like this.  He lifted a wrapped and padded arm that was fastened snuggly in a shoulder sling (looking distinctly like a broken bird wing), gently moving his encased and swollen fingers between us and said, “I can’t brush the girls’ hair, can you help me get them ready for school?” 

            It still took my a while to process what I was looking at, him on the floor, his arm in some sort of constrained medical garment, his hand making a swatting motion as he switched one of our daughters’ hair bands from the “good” side to his now “bad” appendage.  “What the hell happened?”  I was now much more vertical and he was slowly standing up.  “I fell, at a crash.  I’m fine, well I broke some things, and my back is pretty messed up, but mostly I’m fine.  Are you going to get up and help with the girls’ hair?”

           Yes, that’s right,  his first priority was that his children’s school day schedule was not disrupted, and they got out the door on time, with brushed hair.  Holy shit.  It was the most surreal moment of my life (up to that point, there were more later).  I don’t recall what all the medical terminology was, but basically he shattered his elbow, snapped off the pointy end, and busted up several bones.  Oh yeah, as he’d mentioned ever so briefly, his back was severely “messed up.”

           After a couple of surgeries to pin and bolt his arm back together (the story of the asshat orthopedic specialist is a whole ‘nother tale), and some “borrowing” of vital Somethings from his hip/pelvis for good measure, he was on the mend.  Here’s where his experience reminded me of the brain lady and her stroke.  She is, at this point in the book, just starting to consider her recovery, and what that will entail.

           Daniel went through an enormous amount of physical therapy after the bone issues (and back situation) were dealt with.  At one point he sat with his very helpful and informative PT woman (who turned out to be the mom of one of our witchling’s friends, this phenomenon is oddly common here in River City), and he expressed his frustration at the slow progress they were making.  She told him that he was actually doing fabulously well!  He disagreed, his range of motion and ability to use that arm and hand were NOT nearly back to where they had been before.

           That was when she explained to him how most people who have suffered this type of extensive injury never regain full movement, they never are the same, and they never come back completely.  WTF?!  In Dan’s mind this was unacceptable.  Why the hell not?!  “Because,” she said, “it hurts.  So they stop.”

            The woman who lost her ability to speak, hear, see, write, and basically be able to tell that she was even an adult, must have felt the same way my Beloved did.  It was unacceptable for her to even consider NOT making a full and complete recovery.  Since I am reading a book she wrote, she obviously pushed herself, as Dan did.  Put in the work, went that last painful mile, and came back from her incident, as Daniel did, to be MORE than she was before a life-changing accident shoved its way into her path.

             I think, if I remember correctly, (and he can tell us later in the comments when he gets home from work tonight) he ended up getting something like 95 to 98% of his original capacity and physical abilities back on that side.  It was a horrible experience, but it was the lesson we all needed to learn at the time.  I’m not sure I know anyone else who would have pushed themselves that hard, nor exerted that amount of effort into their recovery.

             Our card today is from that very cool Animal Medicine deck, and it is a long story, which I am not going to transcribe this time, I’ll just give you the overview.  Because our message right now is not just what the totem stands for, but also what we are capable of, if we try.

Swan  ~  Transformation and Grace

Swan tells us about facing our fears and looking into the Great Void of the future.  She knows that, “we must be willing to accept whatever Great Spirit has planned for us.”  She talks in the Dream Time, she leads us gently into our own future, the future of our own making, with all the help of the Universe at our side.

We must go as Swan does, fearlessly through our life changes, no matter what others see in us, our physical appearance is not what matters, but our inner strength.  We all have a core of brilliance and personal power.  Later in life this may shine through to others in how we look, but it is always there, inside us.  Inside where we can draw upon it in our most needful moments.

She tells us to accept that we have the ability to know what lies ahead, we know, deep down, that we can relax in our transformations because we have all the grace we will need.  Our bodies take care of us when we take care of our bodies. We have all the power and strength of the Universe at our disposal.   All we need to do is use it.

Brain Tricks.

            In the past few weeks my book reading has been slightly limited, I’ve been busy.  Not really sure what the hell I’ve been doing, but I have NOT been plowing through as many published tomes as I would like.  I did just finish two novels for an on-line book club, so that was good.  They were vastly different, but both worth spending time with.

           This afternoon I started one that came highly recommended by my pool buddy Patty.  She ended up with it because her son-in-law is in the health care field and it was assigned reading for him.

            The title is “My Stroke of Insight” because the woman who wrote it had a stroke, and it changed her entire life.  As I said, I’ve just started it, but prepare yourselves for some very interesting tid-bits coming up.  I barely cracked the cover and I was already taking notes to share.  

             Today I told Daniel that he’ll be reading it too.  Yes, I MAKE him read books with me.  In this case I thought he would find it an intriguing topic, but also, I’m a tiny bit concerned that there will be parts of it that won’t penetrate my smooth brain and I’ll need his help understanding shit that she’s talking about.

             Here is the first part I thought you should all see:

Most of the different types of cells in our body die and are replaced every few weeks or months.  However, neurons, the primary cell of the nervous system, do not multiply (for the most part) after we are born.  That means that the majority of the neurons in our brains today are as old as we are.  This longevity of the neurons partially accounts for why we feel pretty much the same on the inside at the age of ten as we do at the age of thirty or seventy.  The cells in our brains are the same, but over time their connections change based upon their/our experiences.”

            Did you know that?  (Or course some of you did, but I sure as hell didn’t.)  I found it fascinating.  And it explains so much.  We’ve all said this as we age, “how can I be this old?  I feel the same as I did twenty years ago!”  (Or ya know, if you are only 20-something, you’ve thought something similar.)  And then there was this:

The limbic system functions by placing an affect, or emotion, on information streaming in through our senses.  Because we share these structures with other creatures, the limbic system cells are often referred to as the ‘reptilian brain’ or the ‘emotional brain.’  When we are newborns, these cells become wired together in response to sensory stimulation, it is interesting to note that although our limbic system functions throughout our lifetime, it does not mature.  As a result, when our emotional ‘buttons’ are pushed, we retain the ability to react to incoming stimulation as though we were a two-year old, even when we are adults.”

            Being a person who is extremely fond of reptiles, I am familiar with that term “reptilian brain.”  But I never knew why it was used.  As I read this, I had a really fun “ah ha!” moment.  These thrill me beyond measure.  I have struggled with learning my entire life, so when I can grasp a new concept, or something is explained to me in a way that makes sense, well… let’s just say I am happy for days over it.

         (Also, this will be an excellent factoid to toss out the next time I am accused of being immature.  Hey, it was my reptilian brain!)

           She also talks about something called the Amygdala, the place in the brain that is in charge of fear and rage.  Its “job is to scan all incoming stimulation in the immediate moment and determine the level of our overall safety.  When incoming stimulation is perceived as familiar, the amygdala is calm and the adjacently positioned hippocampus is capable of learning and memorizing new information.  However, as soon as the amygdala is triggered by unfamiliar or perhaps threatening stimulation, it raises the brain’s level of anxiety and focuses the mind’s attention on the immediate situation.”  The main idea here, as I see it, is that we can’t learn when we are scared or feeling as though we are in danger.  Huh.  Never knew that, but it sure makes sense.

            My only issue with reading this book (other than the fact that my brain already feels overloaded and I’m only up to about page 50) is that it causes a slight “worry” flag to appear in my peripheral vision.  I can be sort of a hypochondriac at times.   (Shocking news, I know.)  Jill has a section in here on how to recognize if you are having a stroke.  Obviously I have been scanning my wee self elf continually to make sure I was NOT having a stroke at any point during the reading.  Here is the list, in case you want to play along at home.

S  ~  Speech, or any problems with language.

T  ~  Tingling, or any numbness in the body.

R  ~  Remember, or any problems with memory.

O  ~ Off balance, or any problems with coordination.

K  ~  Killer headache.

~  Eyes, or any problems with vision.

STROKE is a medical emergency, dial 9-1-1 immediately!

           Entertaining isn’t it?  No, I’m not saying that pitching face down in your meal is entertaining, or that having a freaking stroke is entertaining, but rather, learing about this topic is definitely entertaining, in addition to being educational.  You’re welcome.

            On our card altar today we have come back around to that unusual deck called The Celtic Shaman’s Pack.  And the message is good, but use caution, there is potential turmoil with this one.

“The Magician  (from the category of The Empowerers)  ~  Magic.

The primary feature of this illustration is a wand of dark wood topped by a horse-head.  On all sides, amid swirls of energy, fantastic animals, fish, and birds are drawn towards the staff.  Tongues of fire spring up where it touches the earth.

The Magician represents the magical power of the Celtic world: the power of the shapeshifter, to move unseen, to travel swiftly and to produce illusions.  This is the ‘wild card’ of the inner worlds, acting according to its own unknowable whims.  Here the Magician is represented by his staff or wand, which has the power of shapeshifting.  The spirit forms of animals surround, are drawn into, and emerge from it.

There are almost as many magicians in Celtic traditions as there are trees in the Great Wood.  Sometimes they are called Druids (in Ireland and Scotland especially), and sometimes wise men or women, but all alike possess the trickster qualities of unexpectedness, unfathomable reasoning, and occasionally the lack of moral sensibilities.  This does not mean they are evil or incapable of doing good, simply that their unpredictable behaviour makes them chancy companions for the long haul.

Journey:  Travel to the wood between the worlds and find that you have taken upon you the shape of a doe or stag.  Out from the trees comes the Magician, who may take any shape he finds pleasing.  He may invite you to run through the forest with him, as his companion, his intentions are to lead you to the place you desire to go, or more often, to the place you need to be, even though you have not yet realized it.”

Flowers of Renewal

            You guys are gonna love this.  I had been thinking about what to write today, and how there were questions I would answer, a few home tales to tell, a bit of explaining I’d do, and then I turned the card over.  Yesterday we were told in our archangel message to watch for signs.  Repetitious signals from the Universe.  Ha!  No shit. 

            We are going to start with the daily draw, then I’ll move on to those other things.  Because seriously, this is a major, neon flashing, direct shout of communication.  From The Druid Animal Oracle, I present you with…. a repeat.

“Eagle  (Iolair  ~  pronouced as Yulir)  ~  Intelligence, Renewal, Courage.

The card shows a golden eagle flying in front of the rising sun, and indicating its association with the East – the realm of intellect and the element of Air.  It is the time of Lughnasadh (Lammas on August 1st) – and the landscape below shows the harvest being gathered in.  On the horizon are the peaks of Snowdonia, and we can just make out the eagles’ secret lake of renewal in the North.  In the foreground is the oak tree, for the oak is king of the forest, as the eagle is king of the birds. The oak and the eagle are both also associated with the god Taranis, the Druid Jupiter, and the god Lugh (Lleu) who was said to have transformed himself into an eagle which perched on a mighty oak.

Iolair helps you to see your life in the wider context, enabling you to make decisions and chart your goals with clarity and objectivity.  A powerful ally, it is courageous and strong, and draws its powers from the sun.  If you will allow Eagle to work for you, it will bring you a sense of purpose and the courage to see this through, enabling you to venture into fresh territory with confidence.  Iolair will enable you to grasp subtle concepts.  Eagle, when accepted, will also show you the way to renew and rejuvenate yourself, by demonstrating the art of plunging – at just the right moment – into the lake of the heart.”

            As I stood there in front of our card altar I did a double-take, I actually looked over the entire table, with this one in my hand, trying to figure out what I had done.  How come I was holding an Eagle card when we had JUST drawn an Eagle card in the past few days?  It was kind of startling.  I mean wow, this has happened before.  Twice!

         Obviously when we are supposed to get messages like this, we get them loud and clear.  This kind of thing makes me absurdly happy.  And, ta da!  It’s extremely validating as well.

           Which brings me to a question that London Mabel asked in the comments recently.  I explained this when we first started the rotation, or possibly as far back as when Colette’s deck showed up in our lives.  But that was a while ago, and I realize that not everyone has read the entire three year back log.  So, I’ll give the details again. 

             When we go around the table, we flip a card.  The decks are just what I had around the Burrow.  We’ll be running out of a few of them soon, and I will replace those with others I have, or new ones.  And we’ll add back some of the decks that have run their course.  Most are oracle cards, one is an animal totem deck, but one is the Robin Wood Tarot, a duplicate of the cards I read from when you hire me.  I transcribe the information from the guidebook, inside quotation marks, and in the italic font, centered below the picture. 

             Except if it is just me.  If we have a card from my “working deck” I will still put the meanings and definition in italics, but there will be no quotation marks, because I am not quoting anyone.  I am giving you the reading that comes through me.  As the radio.    If I had a third option, like a different type face or something, I’d use that.  But I don’t.  This is the only way I can make it distinctive.

           As promised, here are the lilac clippings I got last night.  Daniel come home for lunch, so I had him pull the branches down and hold the flash light for me.  It is still pretty early in their blooming phase, but I couldn’t wait.  I needed some of these near me.

              Eventually I’ll have my own blossoms to harvest, but now I have to “borrow” them from next door.  What I do have is honeysuckles.  This is a plant that we moved with us from about the last three or four houses we’ve lived in.  I would make Dan take starts from each one, then they would grow at the new place.

           Please avert your eyes from the hideous old pallet and disgusting tarps.  Just look at how this shrub is growing up the side of the deck, onto the second story.  In the last house, it grew the same way, and I was really hoping it would it again.  We planted it down there at the bottom, in that tiny square of dirt where the post goes in to the ground (which I just realized you can’t actually see in this shot, but believe me, it’s there, surrounded by concrete).  When my dad and Dan had to rebuild the deck I was an emotional wreck over how my honeysuckle would survive.  You can see that it did just fine, they were very careful.

            This is looking at it from the top, the ugly tarps are directly below here.  Yes, it needs some re-training so it’s not on the seats, but I can do that any time.  I have re-twined the vines for years, to make it go where I want it to.  I’ll go out there in a few days and re-arrange them again.

             Barb and Skye have both mentioned the fact that I am nowhere to be found on FaceBook.  True, and likely to stay this way for a bit longer.  Remember how I wander dangerously along the boarders of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?  Well, having the addictive personality that I do, it is fairly risky for me to start new things that might take me down another treacherous path.  We have talked about getting me a Fan Page, so that I would have access to the site.  I’m still thinking.  I know, it’s a funny way to go about it, I am not a famous person, I am not a published authour, I’m not even a public personality with fans.  Still, it might be one option.  I’ll keep you posted.

          Last night Empress sent me this link.  I have not poked around there a bunch yet, but it looks really good.  And since our latest Eagle card mentioned Lughnasadh and Lammas, this was way timely too.  Check it out, it appears to be done very well.  Thanks Emmy!

All Over the Board.

            This is going to be one of those posts that many of you love, the combo plate type.  Not that I ever actually focus on one singular topic, but some days are more scattered than others.  It’s gonna be like that.

           As you all know by now, Daniel and I have been together for pretty close to 30 years.  In that time we’ve obviously talked about a bunch of shit.  Much of it repeatedly.  When you spend this amount of time together you end up  having inside jokes, and phrases that only make sense to the two of you (or in our case, the five of us, considering the witchling years).  Because we are technically grown-ups, some of these conversations are very adult oriented.  Also, we’re completely ridiculous, and no subject matter is too extreme for us to laugh at/about, or make fun of.

             Since I first began tossing my entire life up here for all the world to see, or ya know, some people to read, and others to glance over, there have been situations I really wanted to share.  But I couldn’t!  It just about kills me when he says something so hysterically absurd and I answer back, just as  freakishly inappropriate, and I KNOW I can’t tell you about it.  I can’t put it on the blog, I can’t ever mention it to ANYone!

            For one reason, there are things that people just DON’T need to know about us (yes, they are rare, few and far between, but there’s a couple of them), and for another, our children read this thing!  Okay, sure they are technically adults too, but really…. there is just crap kids do NOT need to hear their parents discussing. 

             It’s bad enough that they were raised by two of the most irreverent and border-line tasteless people on the planet, an immature pair who ended up being their mother and father, (and they’ve already been exposed to more than they are comfortable with), but to add insult to injury, they really don’t need to have our blatant unsuitable-ness right here as well.  

            It turns out that JulieLand does, in fact, have a bit of a filter.  (Who knew?!)  Sadly, there have been remarks made recently that have caused me to say, “dammit Dan, I can’t write about THAT!”  And they were really entertaining too.   Don’t give up hope too quickly though, I’ll keep working on some of these, like the “share a flush” post, maybe there is some creative way to get around a few of them.

             Empress did say something today that I CAN pass along.  My obsessive compulsions apparently started a trend at the pool.  Several women have purchased their own water noodles, and are bringing them to class.  As I was heading out the door this evening, with mine in my hand, Emmy said, “is it BYOW now?”  That made me laugh the entire way there.  Yes, I have turned an old lady water movement course into a Bring Your Own Weenie group.  

            It is still raining here periodically, but it’s definitely spring, so that means it’s lilac season.  Which also means I have to dress up like a thief and go stealing in the night.  I commented about this recently over at Carol’s place, telling her friend Pam how I used to have a really gorgeous and huge lilac shrub on our north property line in the front yard.  It is gone now, the neighbors on that side hacked it to death.  Or maybe they just drove over it and then tried to bury the body before I noticed.   Either way, I don’t have any lilacs of my own anymore.  We bought a replacement bush a few years ago, but it is taking forever to mature enough to flower.

            On the opposite side of our yard there is a row of some other lilacs behind the fence.  They are big, and they grow so tall that parts of them come over onto our side.  That’s where I do my raiding, with clippers in hand, and a step-stool under my hooves.  I’ll go out there tonight, after the sun has gone down, and harvest some blooming sprigs.  Then I’ll bring them into the Burrow and leave them around, and put some in jars.  I love overly floral smells like lilacs.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll take a picture of my Wall O’ Honeysuckles for you as well.

             I have talked before about our Team, and how we are never alone.  We all sit down with special someones before we get here and chart out our life.  Well, about five or so years ago a new Guide introduced himself to me, and said that he was here for the second half.  Huh.  I was slightly surprised, but also thought it was pretty cool.  When I turned over our card this afternoon it reminded me of this.  And I remembered something that I was shown just recently. 

            There is a concept called “infusion” and we are all able to experience it.  The idea is that we receive inspiration from Guides, angels, loved ones on the Other Side, and all manner of beings that are a part of our Team.  I went for a “walk” with one of mine, and was informed that I am getting infused with new information and knowledge, to help the people I come in contact with.  Awesome!  Not sure exactly what all of this entails right now, but I was very excited about it.  And then today, we got this message.  Sometimes being the radio can be super fabulous.  But, it would also be mostly meaningless if I had to do it alone.

“Spiritual Understanding  ~

Archangel Raziel: I’m bringing you esoteric information and symbols, and helping you understand spiritual truths.

Your spiritual understanding is rising to another level, as you open up to new ways of looking at life.  Keep an open mind, and let go of limited thinking and illusions.  Pay attention to signs – information that comes to you three times or more.  Notice geometric shapes and symbols in your physical and psychic vision.  Know that your increased awareness may shift your relationships and career goals.  I will guide you through these changes so your life mirrors your inner experiences.”

           Doreen goes on to say this in the guidebook:  As a wizard and alchemist of the archangel realm, Raziel helps us understand ideas that defy normal logic.  He expands and challenges everyday thinking in ways that ultimately have healing effects.  If you hunger for deep spiritual understanding, ask Raziel to enter your dreams.  You will soul-travel with him to classrooms where he will help you uncover Universal truths and secrets.  Upon awakening, you may not fully recall or understand all of Raziel’s teachings, yet this knowledge is permanently imbedded in to your subconscious, where it guides you throughout your day, and further, throughout your life.

Late night update:  ohmydeargawd, those new Oreo’s are way too tasty.  If you see them on sale (and you can eat nicely trashy cookies like this) pick some up.  You won’t be sorry.  Okay, well maybe you will be.  But go ahead and blame me, I don’t care.  They are worth it.

Do Not Ever Call Me That.

            It was an erranding day, Daniel drove, I passenged.  We had several items on our To Do list.  One we forgot completely, another we just moved over to another list.  But hey, we got groceries! 

           Things like this just stop me in my tracks.  We are puttering along, pushing our little cart, when EEK!  I have to halt all forward momentum and say, “yeah, better get a package, we’re gonna need those.”  Sure we also picked up fruit, sammich stuff for his work week, and toilet paper.  But, impulse purchases are sort of my middle name.

             Since I was the co-pilot today it was my job to return our buggy to the corral.  I had to go quickly after we put the bags into the truck because it has started to rain (shocking, I know).  I went very fast to the basket staging area, then returned, zooming around the side of the Testosterone Machine (which, as you have seen, I am quite a bit shorter than).  And promptly ran smack into my husband’s chest.  Ooof!  Then I laughed hysterically.  It was so silly!  Me, running.  Him, standing there.  And then, collision in a grocery store parking lot.

            As we were headed home, he asked, “why are you so perky?”  I was NOT!  And how dare he accuse me of such a thing?!  Ack!  I am not perky, ever!  I was merely dodging rain drops.  And then lapsing into hysteria at my own ridiculousness.  Most certainly NOT perky.

              On our way up the road where I saw Mr and Mrs the last time, we noticed Mr and Mr.   And Dan said he had actually seen one of these guys on our roof recently.  I went, wait, what?!  Mallards on our roof?  Seriously?  Wow, who’s insane now?

          As I have reported here before, we craft on his weekends.  In our separate spots in the family room.  He is doing VERY well with his assignments.  I am NOT doing well.  I am falling behind, complaining a ton, and procrastinating my freaking ass off.

           He has produced three more bats.  Each one cuter than the last.  I completed that customer special order a week ago, and finished Emmy’s bunny sampler.  This week?  Hardly any progress.  I hate this new piece with a burning and passionate rage.   It’s stupid!!!  No, you can’t see it.  It is also ugly.  (Did I mention yet how stooopid it is?!)  Let’s go back to the Bat Tree to cleanse our visual palate.  And just not talk about how I’m getting practically nothing done.

           And report the foreign license plates du jour, then move on to our card.  (Which I also don’t want to talk about, because this draw probably applies to some of you out there, but it definitely applies to me.  Bastard.)  From yesterday:  Hawaii.  From today:  Hawaii (I know!), Alaska, Minnesota (times 2), Illinois (I seem to be seeing these a lot lately), and Arizona (times 2).  And TWO States of Mystery that got past me.

          We have returned to my working deck on the altar this afternoon.  And it is another Sword card.  I am not going to repeat my wee self elf with this one, so let’s just figure everyone recalls what Swords stand for and just move on to this specific message.  (If you don’t recall, or want further clarification, use the Search feature, it works really well.)

8 of Swords

At first glance this illustration looks pretty bad, but that is not the truth behind it.  If you look closely you can see that the woman here is not as trapped as she seems.  The Swords around her are not closing off her exit, the bindings that appear to hold her arms down are not very constricting, and the blindfold that is keeping her from seeing can easily be pulled free.

The situation is not that this person is being held captive, but that she is keeping herself from moving forward.  She only needs to step out of the standing Swords, wriggle the bindings free and slip the fabric from her eyes.  She is not doing any of those things.  She is standing there, doing nothing.  Not using her mind, not using her words, not using any tools she could be putting in to play.

 The trick to get out of a situation like hers is to first realize you are in it.  Think of why you might possibly be stuck, think of why you maybe can’t see what is in front of you, think about what is holding you back.  It is like word puzzle, seeing the pattern, decoding the mystery, and then putting the letters in place so see the answer.

The inspirational bit here is that there are shining rays of hope appearing from behind those dark clouds.  The positive part of this message is that we all have the answer, we can all free ourselves from our seemingly trapped situations.  It will take nothing more than one step forward, one slipped-out hand, one gentle nudge, and one bright, luminous thought, to see clearly and walk freely.

The 8 is signficant in this one because the possible ways we can free ourselves are infinite.  The number 8 on its side is the same as the infinity symbol.  I like to think of this as how we can look at our position from a new angle, askew, tilted or tipped to the side so we can see it from another viewpoint.  Like squinting up your eyes and making everything blurry (which is kind of how we would feel once the blindfold were taken off anyway).

See?  Much more hopeful than it first appears.  Use that hope to look at where you are feeling penned in.  Use your sWords to snip those bonds.  Turn your eyes toward that silver lining, the spark of sunshine just peeking out from behind the storm clouds.  Then, walk on, walk with clarity, and walk freely with joy.