When you live in the Mojave Desert and the average daily temperature is 108 Fahrenheit (105 in the shade), things start to wear on you. Tempers become as hot as the sun baked rocks, and patience become thinner than the air. It's on days like these that I try to focus on the important things. Like this small wild bell flower. Living, growing and still showing its most beautiful side, in spite of all the surrounding harshness. I try my best to always share the love and light that fills me - but - there are times I'm faced with the harsh realities that I'm still a simple and mere mortal. I pout when I don't get my way, go off budget constantly, eat far more than I should, and should plan ahead far more than I do. Yet in the end, I find solace in my imperfections knowing that I'm part of something far more bigger and important than just my Human whims. Surrounded by Magick everywhere I am, like these lovely flowers I caught on film. Surrounded by love in every Spirit I touch. Respected and honored by the Universe with every manifestation that comes into realty. And blessed beyond blessed to share it everyday with YOU.
The world is shifting, people are changing, tolerance and acceptance feel like it's at an all time low. While on the other hand, it flourishes into freedoms and glory.
So, just like this delicate bell flower, that has made the choice to thrive, to grow, to bloom in the face of all adversity...so must we. We must CHOOSE to weather the heatwaves and storms of this era one day at a time. Of course we all are only Human, but When someone is short with you, take an extra breath. If they cut you off in traffic, wish them peace and safe travels. Be the most beautiful flower you can be in the midst of these cosmic changes. Because THATS what will outlast the test of all time.
Know that you're not now or ever ALONE, and together we shall overcome and flourish.
Manifestation - The Universe Does Deliver
Family
Lately I have been asked when doing readings about future people they may meet, I've heard; "how can I meet this person you spoke of, it sounds so impossible?!"
Then they go on to tell me
I don't go out
I live in a small town
or...or...or...
Therefore, I've been inspired to share story from my own life to help answer this and point out the amazing ability of the Universe.
When I was a little girl in the 70s & 80s I grew up in the high desert of the Nevada mountains. My grandparents raised me there, and had dreams of being Gold Miners. My grandpa had all the land you could see and built everything from the ground up. We were 100% self sufficient from water to power to school, right down to our wood cook stove in the kitchen. We were the only ones for miles, 35 miles to be exact to the nearest neighbor, and 62 to the nearest town.
Occasionally we'd all go to town, but mostly it was my grandfather or uncles to get supplies.
Don't get me wrong, we had color tv's, radios, bicycles, I even had my own room with a canopy bed and carpet!
But I didn't have many friends aside from our family, the dogs, cats, the occasional whip tail lizard...and the free roaming Spirits throughout the shadows of the basin I lived.
So, I had loved the books I read by JRR Tolkien & Terry Brooks, imagining them as being friends.I also loved several 80's tv series, such as "The A-Team". Don't laugh, it was a lot of fun, no one got hurt and the good guys always won.
When I heard one day you could subscribe to their Fan Club, my grandparents allowed me to sign up. I waited for weeks for grandpa to bring the mail from town to get my new membership packet. When it came there was a newsletter along with autographed pictures and generic badges.
In the back of the news letter there were some printed letters from other fans from around the world! Including one from a Mable Corcoran, a woman in her 70's that lived in Edinburgh, Scotland. She had put her mailing address out and invited others to write and be Pen-Pals.
First time I had heard that term ever. I don't think the ink was hardly dry before I had that letter stuffed in an envelope and in grandpa's briefcase to be mailed.
From then on we were indeed "Pals", and wrote for years. Her sending me books and photos from around the world of the Lochness Monster, castles, and her great-great grandchildren's birthdays.
Me sending her rocks and dried desert flowers from the "little gold mine on top of the world" in the grand Mojave Desert. I also joined the "Lord of the Rings" book club, and made a second Pen-Pal friend in New Jersey, Maurice Lane. He was my age (maybe a year or two older) and we also wrote for years.
When I turned 17, I moved with my grandmother part time into the neighboring little town of Mesquite to finish my school. I got three jobs and loved every moment of being in the schools Honor's Program.
The moment I turned 18 years old, I took the money I had saved and actually flew to New Jersey to meet Maurice and his family, staying with his parents for the weekend.
My first trip ever all by myself to one of the largest cities I had ever dreamt of as a young girl. Walking side by side in the flesh with my long term Pen-Pal and friend.
So, needless to say, there simply is no limitation or boundary known to the Universe. I was lonely, I wanted friendship and adventure.
The Universe delivered.
It's by this very proof that it doesn't matter how isolated you may feel, or how disconnected. As Master Creators, all you need to do is open you heart (i.e. HOPE) and ask the Universe for what you desire.
Then wait for it to be delivered, no postage necessary. ;-)
Places the one is drawn to....
I've traveled extensively across the US, but some places are drawn to you more than others. That is how I feel with Hoover Dam outside Boulder city, Nevada. I've been here more times than I remember, taken the tours inside to the bottom, and investigated every corner I could think of in hopes of finding signs of the workers who no longer remain. Oh don't get me wrong, there's plenty of life in these canyon walls, and not just because of the millions of visitors that swarm here every year. The actual canyon walls that have been carved out by billions of gallons of rushing water from the Colorado River, feel alive.
The thousands of men who toiled here day after day in 110 - 130 degree Fahrenheit truly left their mark. Yes, the Dam is a big one, but their life soul that bled into these canyon walls reverberate throughout.
So when life seems long, hard and difficult, when challenges seem unsurpassable...I come here. I'm moved, motivated and inspired as to what my Human-self can accomplish. My Spiritual-self is calmed as I connect to the many who joined here so long ago for one purpose. Proof of selfless unity on this planet to overcome and create with the intent of HELPING all mankind.