Seeing and Hearing our Heritage.

           Today, realizing it was a sort-of holiday, I entered the card altar room asking for guidance.  Should we call it Special?  Or not?  What I found out was that we needed to honor the day as we honor ancestors and loved ones who’ve gone before us.  Those who worked damn hard and tried to make a better life.  In my case, and many of yours, those folks were of Celtic descent.  So, we DO acknowledge and thank them. 

             One of the ways we’re going to do that today is with a selection made by the Universe (or the ancestors, or the angels, or the Team, or the WhoEver) from one of our retired decks.  (It’s not THAT special of a day, after all.)  Before we look at what our message is, let’s look at the word first.  This word can be confusing, so I went a-googling for a good link to share.  Wow, when I am directed someplace it’s for a blatantly OBVIOUS reason.

             This site needs to be scoped out, big time, when I’ve got a few spare hours I WILL be going back there.  For now, what I saw (that stunning illustration/graphic) when I first arrived, actually MATCHES what I was going to tell you, about the card and about what I “heard” last night. 

             Remember my stupid, and undiagnosable face rash I keep updating you on?  Well, it is nearly gone, but what remains are a few, super small spots of irritation.  The type no one notices except you.   Slightly reddened, moderately raised, not even big enough to have a name for.  You’ve all had them, since you all, I presume, have skin.

           The most significant of mine is dead-ass in the center of my forehead.  On/over my Third Eye.  Now, go back to that link and look at the picture you get when you first click there.  See it?  Yeah.  THOSE are the types of things the Universe screams into my head.  Welcome to, not JulieLand this time, but the INSIDE of Julie’s head.   (It’s scary in there isn’t ?)

             Last night, as I was brushing my teeth, and standing in front of the bathroom mirror (which I usually avoid), I could see that dumb irritation area.  Of course I’m me, so I did what I always do, asked why.  Wanna know what They said?  “It’s over your Third Eye, what do YOU think?!”   Spoken in a very sarcastic tone, I might add.

             Here’s the card we are meant to focus on; here’s the sign we received when asked what we were supposed to look for today.

“Clairvoyance  ~

Archangel Raziel:

‘I am helping your spiritual sight to awaken fully so you can clearly see Heavenly love.’

‘Your clairvoyance may come in different forms: as fleeting mental images in your mind’s eye; as dreams; as recurring sights in the physical world; as auras and energy; or as apparition experiences.

All of the facets of clairvoyance are beautiful and varied.  Enjoy and trust them.  Hold the intention of seeing only love, and that is what you will see.’

Working further with Archangel Raziel:

Raziel’s aura holds all the colors of the rainbow, like a beautiful prism of light.  Working with clear quartz crystals magnifies clairvoyance and helps you feel closer to  Raziel.”

             That’s where we start then.  While holding a loving intent.  In our actual eyes, and in the eyes we see with when our visually-observing orbs have the lids dropped down, turning our vision inwards.  At the same time turning our mental vision outwards to the metaphysical realms and off into other dimensions. 

            If you did not get your nap yesterday, please take a few Quiet Moments today and ask for some of that Archangel insight.  It will help to keep you refreshed, and it will also help to show you WHY you’ve not been able to follow our messages and suggestions.

             (All the usual disclaimers apply, substitute any phrases or words that don’t work for you.  All words, that is, except Clairvoyance.  That one, you must keep.)

            We all know how well I don’t make segues, I’m choppy and jump from topic to topic, the physical to the spiritual to the mental.  Guess what I saw today, first thing out the house?  A Segway!

            When I arrived at the library I had to get a picture of the across-the-street construction progress.  That place is gonna be big.  And it feels way too close.

            I’m going to pre-write tomorrow’s post in a while, and then when I get up, before I go for the ride (hopefully NOT in the rain this time) I’ll add the daily draw to it and set up Auto Post.  We’ll be eating corned beef and cabbage and potatoes, and who knows what else, with my parents, and probably both in-town kids at the time I’d usually be sitting here typing. 

            I’ll show you the (three!) walking-in-our-neighborhood photos in that post, because I WAS out there today.  Trudging along, gazing about, and texting too.  All at the same time.  Not that I multi-task well though, you KNOW I had to slow down, or in some cases, stand completely still, to accomplish anything other than forward movement.  The good news?  No new injuries!

            If you celebrate this weekend, do so safely.  If you do what we do, and gather with family over a meal, be sure to send a nod in the direction of those who went before us, thanking them for paving this path that we are able to stumble along upon, learning our lessons as best as we can.

Today’s Deck:

Archangel Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue

Foreign License Plate Report:  traditional old style Alaska, and one Michigan under the library.

Trifecta Health and Weight Report: stupid plateau.  Again.  Still.   (Sunday dinner is SO not gonna help.)

 LateNight Addition I Almost Forgot:  Hanna did a great piece about vegan-friendly drinking options, including this link (which I adored, even though it’s not entirely current, and I have NO clue who the person is).


16 thoughts on “Seeing and Hearing our Heritage.

  1. I’ve never really understood St. Patrick’s Day and after following the link from Hanna’s piece I see there was a reason for that. I celebrate my gdaughters birthday on March 17th. (Her mother was born on Ground Hog’s Day. Cool, huh?)
    Reading this: ” INSIDE of Julie’s head. (It’s scary in there isn’t ?)” made me think of that 12 step saying – your mind is a dangerous neighborhood to hang out in.
    Okay so what does the red stuff over your third eye mean? Also, Anne Stuart aka Kristina Douglas has forever changed Raziel in my eyes. He’s no longer an angel. I do love prisms, quartz crystals and loving intents, though.

    For many years we ate Mexican food on March 17th and Corned Beef & Cabbage (or just the cabbage/potatoes) for Cinco de Mayo, just to recgonize both halves of where I come from. I saw tonight that Hanny was celebrating that way this year. I’d like to re-enact the tradition.

    Ever since I read Mists of Avalon I just can’t face all the made-up Irish shit, not that I liked it before, but THAT was the answer for me. This guy Han found does a wonderfully historic job of it too.

    My mind IS a dangerous neighborhood. 😉

    I’ve never read any of her books, but I’m sure I’d like them, from what I’ve heard.

    1:34 a.m.

  2. From Lizzie, who still can’t get in:

    ~ . ~

    Because of the time/continent differences, it is no longer St Patricks day here but Mothering Sunday. I have had lovely cards from all my chicks, but I only have my boys here as the girlies are hard at work. We are taking my Mama out for lunch on this bright shiny day, so no cooking, yummy food and great company!
    Blessed as I am with all this love I am sending it out into the ether to share with the universe.
    I’m hoping this will get through as something has already eaten my post today!

  3. I love it when the daily draw validates what I was thinking. While walking Chester this morning I was letting my mind wander and realized that I needed to sweep my own front porch.

    When I went to the Clairvoyance page and read the part about healing your own issues. I thought that it was spot on.

    The inside of your head is a scary place. Very rough neighborhood indeed. Glad I only get ‘feelings’ and hear an occasional voice.

    I love that virtual gold star too!

    11:03 p.m.

  4. Sniffle. Eating breakfast here, waiting to pack my daughter back out to college. She won’t be back till July. Sniffle.

    Hope your dinner is loads of fun. We were all running around this year and St. Pat’s day sort of just slid right on by.

    Gah, I hate that part too! 😦

    (Don’t tell my parents, it’s supposed to be a surprise, but we will get a Hurricane visit next month. I’m so excited already.)

    11:11 p.m.

  5. I know when I celebrate St. Patrick’s day, I am celebrating my heritage rather than the Himself. As such, my Sweet Babou made me delicious Irish Stew! Yum!!

    Perfection!!! That’s JUST the right way to do it. 😀

    11:13 p.m.

  6. While I was at Pacific Winds (local music store celebrating their 25th anniversary in business) I was treated to a piper wearing full dress Irish piper’s garb, to Kelly tartan and wool blazer. I was also able to purchase a new tuba mouthpiece for 25% off (making it doable. The reason for this is that I will be playing a duet at the CHS spring concert with their tuba player, a neat, nerdy girl named Jenna. She stole the low line, so I have to get my high register chops going, and a smaller mouthpiece will help.)

    We traveled about yesterday, and I chose not to go listen to the Eugene Highlanders (the Scottish pipe band who play a full schedule every March 17, and their most requested song is “Scotland the Brave” which I just don’t get…) since they were playing in bars. Well, except for Cornucopia which we couldn’t have gotten into as crowded as it was.

    Irritation at the third eye, huh? No wonder it has been uncomfortable.

    I got totally distracted when you mentioned the bagpipes and dressed-up guy, so then I had to re-read your comment twice more.

    When is this concert??? NIGHT TIME?! Yay you and Jenna!!!

    11:17 p.m.

  7. I’ve had corned beef sitting in my freezer since before Ash Wednesday, just waiting for St. Pat’s day. Now, I’ve decided to celebrate it on Easter. I’ve had too much sodium this week, and it’s showing on the scale.
    I suggest we make a pact: next week, all week, we are going to Do Something Different exercise wise. I went out and got an exercise band. Three times this week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I am going to earn the title of Weirdest Commuter on the train, by doing arm exercises while commuting. Not sure what I’ll do for Tuesday and Thursday, but I’ll think of something.
    Need any more exercise videos?

    LOL! I love the idea of you doing this on the train. And I’m not sure if I can do something different every day. I’m most definitely going to up my activity level though, so I’m in! Not happy with my (non-moving) scale numbers either.

    I did learn how really bad my learning disabilities are though, when I tried that yoga DVD. Writing about it tomorrow, in fact. MORE videos? I don’t know, do I need them?

    11:23 p.m.

  8. I’m going to try commenting by using a different email address.

    I don’t celebrate St. Pat’s day, not being Irish. It was never in our family’s celebration set. No big deal. Plus, I don’t like corned beef or green beer. 🙂

    Sigh. Figure out my issues. I’m working on it. I have to clear the quartz crystal someone gave Mom when she had cancer so I can use it.

    You got in! Way to avert Mercury. Well done.

    11:27 p.m.

  9. Sigh… I have kinda tried to hone my clairvoyance skills, but… I don’t feel like I’m really tuning out my ego voice and listeneing to my inner voice sometimes… and then I question whether I’m just thinking my ego voice is my inner voice, or vice versa… I did ask for Archangel Raziel’s help in recognizing the difference, so I think I should be patient. And, maybe I should try asking aloud more.

    I LOVE Hanny’s article, and the blog she linked to. I had heard that the “snakes” were actually pagans before, but never in such an amusing way! I don’t have any Irish heritage that I know of, and have never really “celebrated” St. Patrick’s Day. Where is the Danish celebration day? Aebleskivers everywhere, now that would be something to celebrate! Ok, I do admit that I love corned beef.

    An idea occured to me: Have you considered placing a healing stone over your third eye rash?

    Letting go of our ego is the first and best way to get back on track. Asking for angelic aid is ALWAYS a good idea too.
    (And don’t overthink it, whatever pops in to your head right away is usually the message.)

    You’re one of the Whitey Mac White-ersons like Dan’s people too? Nice.
    And here’s our psychic link du jour, as Em and I were oooh-ing and ah-ing over the new Avon catalogs tonight she said “round pancake pans? WTF? Why aren’t they calling ’em Aebleskivers, since that’s what they are?!” And then YOU mention being a Dane and SAY this.

    I have some hyper-physical sensitivities about touching my skin (not just by other people, but by me too). The backs of my hands, and my forehead are at the top of this list. Thank you for the suggestion but I am super creeped out just thinking about putting ANYthing there. 😕

    (I could maybe hold one of my crystals NEAR it though. The more I think about it, the more I like that idea. Just not ON.)

    4:32 a.m.

    • LOL, yup, white, white, and more white (German, Danish and Finnish, though by some miracle I actually tan fairly nicely). That is so funny that Avon sells Monk’s pans! And, of course, doesn’t even call them what they really are… eye roll. Hope they come with a video of how to use them, because turning those things to get them right is not easy! The way my mom taught me, we always ended up with 3/4 balls with little flaps, LOL! Then when we went to the Junction City Scandinavian Festival, a few years back, I stood there & watched an old guy, who clearly had years of experience, and got it down.

      Oh, sorry about the no-touchie heebie jeebies… I’m sure holding one close would be plenty helpful, too. Oh, this just reminded me, during my first ever Tarot reading, the reader told me that I needed to cleanse my Chakras, and recommended using Quartz on a string, lying down, and swinging the Quartz in a counter-clockwise circle over each Chakra to balance & cleanse them… maybe that is worth a try? Probably something I should be doing again, too. 😉

      • YOU WERE IN JUNCTION CITY?! Are you coming back? Do you have ANY idea how close that is to my house?!

        Also, lol. 3/4 balls !!!

        Yes, chakra cleansing would be a freaking brilliant idea. Thank you. Again.

        • I was in Junction City… two years in a row, we went… several years before I knew of your existence 😦 I hope hope hope we will come back again (and of course visit with you, next time), but the money situation has to improve before that can happen….

          You’re so welcome 🙂

  10. OK, the way I finally fixed the commenting problem was to click on the little blue W underneath the comment box. Then log in with WordPress account (I didn’t know I had one, but I tried my standard email/password combo and it worked, so I must have set it up at some point.) And now it’s working again. yay for that. I am way behind commenting, so this is sort of a catch-up comment. I don’t even want to avoid food at family gatherings– breaking bread together is part of the fun. I’m just trying to get to the point where the food is healthier and I don’t over-eat. Sounds good, doesn’t it? 🙂 We don’t really do St. Patty’s tho. In fact, I forgot about it.

    The other option, that maybe you didn’t set up a WordPress account, is that you are just coming in through Twitter or FaceBook. Hard to say, but I’m REALLY tired of this shit now.

    SO glad you (and so many others) are perservering!!!

    10:35 p.m.

    • except now I’m in moderation, and my username is wrong. *sigh*

      What you meant to say was:

      Oh wait, that was just me.
      You are way more polite. 😉

      10:37 p.m.

  11. Could have sworn I left a joke here about my mind’s eye waving hello to yours’ or something! Have I finally become one of the famous victims of Disappearing Comments? (Or at least, of WordPress login foolishness.)

    I think it was at your place. 😉

    4:39 a.m.

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