It’s What We Can Do

             We live in a flawed world, with rules made up by people.  This is true.  But what is also true is that there are real rules.

             Universal Law is on a higher plane and of more value than the back-and-forth of ignorant, petulant man-babies.

             We feel confused because in our physical bodies it seems like we need to heed both.  In a way, we do.  However, we don’t need to be overwhelmed by either.

             Here’s what I’m hearing:

steady, with care.

             I understand this to mean that we can detach, we can employ SelfCare, we can reach out, or we can burrow down.  Whatever is the best fit for each of us, as individuals, we should do that.

             We absolutely do not have to be so entrenched in the news, the worry, the fear mindset that it sends us spinning out of control.

             Allow that “control” to wash away; we can allow ourselves to be calm, steady, at ease, of zen mind and soul (the body will follow).

             A great lesson for me lately has been to simply “be” in this small house we now call home.  I visit the different rooms, spend time in the space there.  I am not (as!) impatient about FINISHING!!! every corner, every shelf, every wall.

             I softly and slowly, with care, envision how each small area will look, eventually.  I rest there, I breathe there, I simply am there.

             Practicing this patience is dual purpose.  I’m stepping (literally) away from the frenzy, the media, the stupidity which makes my blood boil, and I walk (literally) in to a calm, steady place.  It’s like a moving meditation.

             I believe it can be done anywhere, and I encourage others to try it.  We can’t change all the rules, but we can change our attitude about them.  We can stay involved and current, but we don’t need to let the chaos infect us or our emotions.

             Here is the card I was drawn to as I listened and channeled and typed; as a validation, of course, it’s perfect.

stay steady and calm

“Inner Calling  ~  2

You can choose to see your biggest challenges as your best opportunities for inner change and growth.  The trials and ordeals we experience in life are actually for our soul’s evolution.

Take a moment to reflect back on past difficulties and identify how those experiences have made you stronger and wiser.

Now, turn your attention to the present, reminding yourself to take the drama out of your challenges and try to see how they are serving you.


I choose to see challenges as ideal opportunities to work on my inner self.

I look for the blessings in all situations, past and present.

I am connected to the positive aspects of my experience.”

Today’s Deck:

Oracle Of The Angels by Mario Duguay

Today’s Sharing:

is something I just found out last night.  Did you know……. baby puffins are called PUFFLINGS?!  Of course, they can also be called chicks.  But come on!  Who would pass up a chance to say PUFFLINGS?!





Continued, from yesterday.

            I was planning on regaling you with the comedic antics that were happening upstairs in my kitchen, but it seems we need to keep going on a more serious note.  (Don’t worry, you’ll hear all about the cake-making adventures tomorrow.)  Instead of addressing everyone individually in the comments section, I’ll expand on something I mentioned yesterday.  Just keep in mind that this is my rendition and coming from my point of view.  When discussing issues like this we also have to remember the restrictions we are working under by being in these simple bodies, straining to understand concepts with our limited physical brains.

            I’d like to start by thanking my friend Wayne and my cousin Cathy, both of whom took their own lives.  They helped me last night with what I wrote here, and they are with me again as we move on to talking about Exit Points.  (I’ve been in touch with both of them since they left, many times and about many different topics.  They each went in different ways and did not know each other in life, but they are now connected by knowing/being related to me.)

            I can give you examples of specific Exit Points that I am aware of.  One would be my own sister.  She was diagnosed with cancer about ten years before it killed her.  Or, before she decided that she would die from it.  She had the opportunity, upon that original diagnosis to leave at that time.  That was one of her Exit Points.  She chose to fight harder and keep living.  She could have made other life choices at that point, many of which our family tried to help her with.  She disregarded all of our advice.  She went down a path that most of the people in her life disagreed with.

             She chose her Exit Point about three and a half years ago.  Near the end of her life she was struggling even more than she had been ten years earlier, with spiritual questions, with her medical situation, and with an enormous amount of fear.  It was best for her to go at that time due to her choices and her uncertainty.  Sadly, she seemed to not learn many of the lessons she could have in that last decade.

            (Keep in mind this is a precise example, I would not suggest you apply it to anyone you know, or your own path, unless it feels appropriate.  I appreciate all of your comments, but in this case, I’m just telling you about one person’s Exit Point choices.)

            Another example was not an individual I knew personally, but it was very clear that he made his choices about when to go Home.  He was a young man who commuted on a rural highway, and was involved in a horrific car wreck.  No one survived except him in this incident.  He could have chosen, at that time, to go.  But he did not.  About two years later he was involved in another crash.  That time no one died, except him.  What ever he needed to do still, he had apparently accomplished, because he was destined (or had mapped out) this type of exit.  But for whatever reason, he chose that second incident as the time to leave.

            You have all heard about people who were war heroes or first responders or had a history of life-changing events, from which they survived.  Only later, in some very mundane way, or odd chance event, to die in that manner instead.  These folks went past some of their Exit Points and chose another one farther down the line.

            Once more, I am going to sit Daniel down in my chair and have him contribute to this post (wow, it’s a crowded place here today).  He experienced an opportuinty to see one of his Exit Points.

     This story begins very early one winter morning.  At the time I was working as a logger and was required to meet the crummy (crew bus) at the company shop in east Springfield.  We were living in downtown Eugene so the trip was, maybe, 10 miles.

     In order to start logging as soon as the sun comes up we had to factor in travel time to the remote sites – this could be a two-hour, unpaid drive in the crummy.  As such, we needed to meet the crummy at the unholy hour of 0400.  This particular morning had been cold, but the roads were dry.  Unbeknownst to me, it had rained a bit the night before leaving small patches of black ice on the roadway.

     Here the fun begins.  I set out in our Pinto Runabout – yup, the car known for its rear-end-collision-explosions.  I jumped on the freeway, which I expected to be the most traveled and, therefore, the most cared for, plowed, sanded, salted, etc…

     I was wrong.  I hit a patch of black ice as I rounded a gentle curve.  I slid sideways and had the car corrected but hit another patch, sending me into another skid.  What I saw was the steel center divider that split the eastbound /westbound traffic.  I remember hitting the divider then heading TOWARD headlights.  I was still in a spin and recall completing the spin facing the wrong way (west in the east bound lane).  I thought I had struck the barrier and was now stuck in traffic (well, 4 am traffic) facing the wrong way.

     It’s funny how your mind will compensate in times of crisis and fill in blank spaces with “fact.”  One of these “facts” was that traffic was coming from behind me when it should have been coming at me.  I quickly realized I had gone through, or over, the three-foot barrier and should have sustained major damage to the Pinto. However, the car was still running.  I had slid across three lanes of westbound traffic, coming to rest on the westbound shoulder facing west.  I simply drove the car to the next exit where I could examine the damage. Here’s what I found…

     The radiator had been pushed forward into the fan.  The fan had cut the radiator causing a small leak.  That was it.  I drove the car home and took the rest of the day off.

     So here’s the really weird part.  Driving to work the next morning I could not find the part of the barrier that I had struck.  I couldn’t even find a spot where it had been repaired or even damaged.  To this day, I don’t know how I vaulted the barrier without disabling the car or destroying the barrier.

         There ya go kids, an Exit Point that he did not take.  That car was LOW to the ground (and I loved it dearly, just sayin’).  At the time of this incident, I was about to give birth to number three kid, we had no medical insurance, one toddler, a pre-schooler, and a big falling down house.  How would MY life (and the lives of our witchlings) have turned out if Dan had taken that option?  We can’t know.  We can just be glad that he did not.

            To answer Chris’s question about our innate knowledge of these options, we don’t always know that THIS is the time.  We often have a feeling or a sense when we are in the situation, or in my sister’s case, when given a potentially life-ending diagnosis.  Did Dan decide not to die that day in a fiery crash?  Did his guides, angels, helpers lift the car over that barrier so he could help me raise those kids?  All shit we don’t know.  All shit that we look back on after we’ve passed the Exit Points or later when we are contemplating the next one. 

           My suggestion would be to 1) search your memories and see if you can recognize any that you’ve chosen not to take.  And B) take a quiet moment today to listen to your assistance team, thank them for helping you  and let them know you’d like a little bit more information on this subject.

        Our daily draw is another bird, but like Owl, I don’t think of this one in that sense.  When I flipped it over I thought: Grace.  Again I am going to give you both directions.  Also, I’d like to mention how very much I love this illustration.

“Crane  ~  Secret Knowledge, Patience, Longevity.

The card shows a crane fishing in a pool.  Its legs are crossed to show the Ogham letter Muinn, and it gazes into the water, patiently waiting for sight of a fish.  Behind the pool is a cave entrance to the Underworld, and in the evening sky the full moon is rising.  In the foreground grow bitter vetch (Cairmeal from Corr) and bloody crane’s bill.

Corr brings the qualities of patience and perseverance.  The crane will stand for hours peering into the water until the time is right for it to dart at its prey.  Combined with the ability to be patient, the crane conveys the capacity to be focused and to be able to concentrate without distraction.  It brings an ability to guide others into the Underworld, to help them with their transition at the time of dying, or with their journeying in the inner realms.  As well as conveying an ability to work in the Underworld, the crane symbolizes arcane science, or Secret Knowledge, which in the Druid tradition is represented by the Ogham script, the tree language of Druidry.  In its widest sense, learning this language involves learning to read the ‘Book of Nature.’

Drawn reversed:  the crane stands alone for hours on end, simply observing and patiently waiting.  But it is also able to join its colleagues to fly in formation or to dance together.  You may need to learn the right balance between being alone and working with others.  Spending too much time alone can create feelings of isolation and separation.  Conversely, having no time to oneself can be an avoidance of self-knowledge and the uncomfortable feelings of loneliness.  Spend a while looking at your life to see whether you give yourself enough time having both these experiences.  The ‘shadow’ side of the crane is manifested as harshness, meanness, and a nagging, complaining disposition.  If you find these qualities  showing sometimes in your behaviour, see if you can experience the deeper aspects of the crane, in which it becomes an animal of the Goddess-as-Crone or Wise Woman.  Ask yourself to what extent you are denying the Wise Woman who has a knowledge of death and the Underworld in yourself, and to what extent your negative behaviour may be a reflection of this denial.”

Crap, I forgot to talk about Assisted Suicide.  Okay, quickly, it’s not the same thing at all.  Ally brought this up in her comment.  This is a completely different thing entirely.  I guess we’ll save that one for another day.