Mercury the planet of communication; intellectual endeavors.  It rules the solar plexus, nervous system and mental acuity.

 Nancy writes me:

FYI — A Rx Mercury starts on January 11th in the sign Aquarius, it ends on February 1st in the sign Capricorn.   So, for all your “new” projects, be aware to take extra time, cross all the T’s and dot all the I’s and enjoy a few moments of reflection.  This is a good time to “redo” or rethink anything that might have been messed up or put on hold! 

 xo

 

THANKS NANCY!

I receive the most interesting private e-mails with questions from readers.  For those of you too shy to post public comments let me reiterate:

It’s okeedokey to post questions under public comments.

I promise never to e-blast you at some later date or sell your e-mail addresses to others.

Your public comments, unless inappropriately profane, will always be approved.

Unless specifically asked to keep things private I like to share questions with everyone because it gives me fodder for my blog.

Having said that let me get to the latest question I’ve been asked. 

“Are you a witch?”

Well gee; don’t stereotype me just because I have a broom at my front door, cabinets full of herbs, creatures floating in oil, volumes of reference books that would make the Library of Congress envious, and Granny boots!  The honest answer is, I am a Dyson vacuum cleaner for any information regarding the “old ways”.  I’m cross cultural.  I multi-task.  I mix and match.  I experiment. 

On the heels of THAT question, I was then asked, “What books on Spells should I buy?”  Being incredibly self-serving I’ve placed The Everything Love Spells Book link on my Amazon recommendations to the right of my posts.  (Self-serving in the fact that I was honorably noted in the acknowledgements.)  Brushing my two seconds of celebrity to the side, this book written by Kaile Dutton and Jodi St. Onge is practical, effective and very well written.

Today was a light and refreshing post; a soupcon if you will.

Tomorrow’s post, Spell Check – Part II, will be akin to a roasted fatty duck smothered in a heavy wine cream sauce.  Pretty to gaze upon, but difficult to digest.

On the eve of Christmas, the only gift worth giving from me to you is one of perspective.  Most of you know that great line in the song by En Vogue Free Your Mind.

Free your mind, and the rest will follow.

The New Year is approaching.  Consider reprogramming your inner dialogue.

Instead of: “Things never go right for me.”  Think:  “I am in alignment with the Universal Plan.”

Instead of: “I can’t.”  Think:  “I deserve to have all the riches that a good life offers.  I ask that the Universe shows me what to do to change my current situation.” (Then pay attention to your dreams or sudden thoughts that come into your consciousness.)

Instead of: “I’m sick and can’t go out; be with friends; no one knows what it’s like.”  Think:  “I take responsibility for my actions and accept that my behavior and thoughts have manifested some part of this illness.  I will face my fears and anger and accept that I cannot cure my dis-ease alone.” (Then seek qualified help from a therapist, homeopathic doctor, religious leader, sponsor, etc.)

If you can think and visualize the life you want you must move towards the goals you seek.  To begin moving forward eradicate negative thoughts, people and circumstances from your life.  It’s difficult.  It’s challenging.  But what are the alternatives? 

Life is about choices.  What choices are you making?

We have all been at a low point more than once in our lives.  It’s how fast you pick yourself up and dust yourself off that matters. 

Negative thoughts can be addictive.  Don’t feed it 24/7.

We are here.

On this planet.

At this time.

To help each other.

You.

Me.

Together.

Now.

Stories are one way for us to learn a wee bit about this ride we’re on together called life.  This story was told to me: 

Centuries ago, in a desert village, a humble young man lived and worked among his friends and family.  One day he went to the community water well to fill a bucket.  While waiting his turn at the pump, he heard a question being discussed among the villagers. “What is truth?”, they were debating.

One point that everyone could agree upon was that they yearned to know the real meaning of truth.

The young man listened attentively and realized that discussions of this esoteric level were quite uncommon and rare among his people.  Their lives were one of work, sacrifice and hardship.  He volunteered to seek out truth and bring it back to his village as a gift.

He left the next day, confident that this would be a simple task and not be gone but a week.  His limited knowledge of understanding the search for truth was of such magnitude that scholars had been seeking the very same thing for eons.

Not only did the young man search all four corners of the Earth for truth, leaving no verdant valley untouched or barren desert unexplored, he also went to the North and South Poles.  During the decades he was gone seeking truth he finally conceded that truth was elusive and not meant to be found easily.

Time passed and now as an elderly man he decided to return home ready to admit to his friends and family that he had failed in finding truth for them.

Just as he was about to journey home he looked to his right and saw the highest mountain he had ever seen in his life.  It was capped with snow and shrouded in clouds.  He thought aloud, “Well, this is the one place on Earth I have not searched.”  And so he set out to conquer the mountain and look for truth.

When he finally reached the top, there was a stone wall with an arched entrance.  He walked under the stone arch and was suddenly face to face with an ancient, shriveled hag who could only stand with the support of her staff made from a tree branch.  Her white hair was sparse and so long that the ends were matted from the muddy earth.  Her face had deep crags, and when she smiled all but five rotten teeth were left in her mouth.  Her clothes were ragged, patched and filthy.  She was hideous to behold.

The man stammered and finally asked if she was truth.  “Yes, I am Truth”, the hag said.  He sat upon a nearby rock and placed his head in his hands saying, “How can I possibly go back and tell my village that I have travelled the world for decades only to find that Truth looks like you!  Truth should be beautiful and youthful; it should be all that is light and good!  How can I go back and tell them what I have found?” He wept at the thought of his discovery.

Truth shrugged her shoulders and with a sinister gaze at the old man she winked and replied, “Do you have to tell them?”