Over the last couple of days my mind has been reeling with facts, stories, and potential experiments, to do with remote viewing. I’ve flown all over the web, downloaded all the information I can lay my hands on, and even visited YouTube to catch videos on the subject. And this is only the tip of the ice-burgh for me.
The more I read the more I’m convinced that remote viewing is nothing more than astral travel under a different name. And that got me thinking about one of the greatest traps a practitioner of magick (or any discipline which requires commitment for that matter) can fall into.
There’s always an infinite number of ways to accomplish what you want. And it’s every person’s responsibility to find the one which resonates with them. And this is where the trap lies. Because most want to reach their goal quickly with minimal failure, the tendency is to attempt to discover the best path before committing to action.
Frustration and overwhelm sets in as a person is inundated with millions of pieces of conflicting data. And 9 out of 10 this results in a person failing to accomplish anything at all. Paradoxically, if that same person had first taken action (any action at all) they would’ve had plenty of time to have made many mistakes, learned from them, and still reached their goal (or at least be far closer to it).
I’ve come to the conclusion it’s far wiser to take any reasonable method and run with it than dipping one’s toes in the water.
What do you think? Does this sound reckless to you? If so what would you suggest ? How would you dodge the overwhelm so you would constantly be moving toward your goal?
Can’t believe it’s the first day of September already. Last few days have been a blur. I’ve been running at top speed and yet I’m not feeling the kind of accomplishment I’d like to see for so much output.
Attempting to add the final touches to the magazine was intense. Lyn is still finishing the cover as we speak. It wasn’t until Monday I had the opportunity to have an astral tea interview with Mother Shipton. And that was only by the skin of my teeth. On that particular day neither of the boys’ plans went to par and they were crashing in and out of the house on regular intervals. Though that madness is usually normality here during holidays, it made it really difficult to arrange a quiet space.
Yesterday began yet another bridge of our life between holidays. Lyn’s two weeks of concentrated time with the boys was up, so we were once again out at the library waiting for their blood dad to touch base with them. Prior to the call we’d been out school shopping for uniforms and such. When we finally got home we were zapped. When the boys finally retired for the night Lyn and I ordered two jalapeño and veggie pizzas from Dominoes (2 for one night don’t you know) and caught “Dating in the dark” and a movie.
This morning I awoke excitedly to considerations of remote viewing. Popped downstairs and jumped into research. Have spent the morning researching as well as filling in my online book of shadows.
It feels really fantastic to plunge myself back into my work again. I truly love researching, field testing, and inventing. I guess in a nutshell it’s the wizard life for me=)
Peace
Woke up with my head overwhelmed with creative thoughts. I needed to do something more than write. I needed to bring something fresh, alive, and magickal physically into existence. At first I couldn’t seem to gather my thoughts to focus on what that should be, and then a piece from a book I’d read a few days ago came bubbling above the swirling turmoil of my chaotic mind.
I have a great passion for dowsing and I try to stay on top of all the various published theories out there, but I came across one in a book on Atlantis I hadn’t stumbled into before. There’s a chap (embarrassingly I can’t recall his name…I’ll get it up on another post when I find it again) who has done extensive work with dowsing who believes the length of a pendulum’s chain makes the pendulum more sensitive to finding various objects. In testing this he also discovered everything can be detected on a chain 40″ in length.
Fascinated by these possibilities I decided to create a pendulum with a 40″ chain. After thinking over the design, I thought having a 40″ chain you had to shorten wrapping would be clumsy so I decided to modify it. Below is both the pattern and a few pictures.
Sadly other obligations kept me from working with it once I had it assembled. But I very much look forward to working with it over the weekend. I’ll be keeping a list of what I discover on my other site.
Items used:
- 40″ of ball chain (cut into 4 10″ segments)
- 4 double sided ball chain connectors
- 1 magnetic fitting
- 1 connector to attach chain to magnetic fitting
- 1 Brass plumb bob (make sure has two holes in it)
- 1 small key ring
Putting it all together
- Put 1 double sided ball chain connector on each segment
- Attach the magnetic fitting to the other side of one of the segments using the proper connector to do so
- Attach the keyring to the brass plumb bob
Use
- When your ready to dowse click the magnetic fitting to the top of the keyring
- connect as many segments as you need for the job
Every day, shortly after Lyn and I wake up, we lie in bed a couple of extra minutes and lay out our plans for the day. This ritual serves two very important purposes. First it helps us to focus. Second and more importantly, it prepares Lyn for the battery of questions she receives each morning when she wakes the boys up.
This morning was no exception. We laid in bed and discussed our deadlines. Since this is still a partial holiday week we decided to go out charity shopping for a few hours in the morning and return to tie up several ongoing projects. The youngest boy went off to search for his friend and the oldest decided to hitch a ride with us (fortunately and amazingly without rebellion or tantrum……I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact he was hoping we’d give him the rest of his birthday money in advance so he could purchase a guitar).
When I asked which town she wanted to look about in, Lyn chose Gosport. I tried valiantly to change her mind. It’s been a long time since we’ve found much in our line in Gosport, and I was itching to try someplace new (or at least a place we’ve frequented less). Nevertheless she remained insistent. Assuming she’d chosen Gosport because of our planned time frames, I grudgingly gave way.
The trip turned out to be quite amazing. Every charity shop we went in we found something. By the time we were finished we’d collected:
- A Celtic meditation book
- A mythology astrology set
- A book on Atlantis and sacred geometry
- A book on Stargate
- A self help book
- A deck of Tarot cards
- A book on quantum healing
- An amethyst necklace
- craft supplies
- A dog notebook (an addition to my meerkat books of shadow)
And that couple of hours turned into 4. We didn’t get home until 15:00. As we went through the plunder, Lyn claimed she just knew Gosport was the place to go. Sounds like a glory call to me=) However, we do live in a goblin universe. I suppose it could be….lol
Peace
Finally have my feet up with the intention of relaxing a couple of hours prior to doing a bit of spell casting. It’s the 3rd day of Lyn’s concentrated time with the boys and there’s no words for the agony.
Two days ago we went to some maritime events in a historical dock yard near us. We hadn’t been there more than an hour when the oldest boy decided to throw a full blown temper tantrum on a cruise we were taking. 45 grueling minutes later I was climbing off the boat with my head pounding.
Then came the pleasure of lunch where we paid 5x what any meal is worth simply because we neglected to bring a packed lunch.
Yesterday we decided to take things slower and simply visit a library in the morning. We’d barely parked the car in the lot when yet again the eldest boy began to throw a tantrum because he was told he couldn’t visit the high street to look at guitars.
Warned that acting out further would result in him being grounded for the remainder of Summer holiday, he elected to follow closely huffing and puffing the whole way. Finally, we had to send him to a different part of the library just to have a couple of minutes of stress free browsing.
Then there was today. Off to the ice rink we went. Though I’d rather have my wisdom teeth pulled out without the aid of Novocaine than freeze my behind on an ice cold bleacher (I know this for a fact because after today I’ve done both) whilst keeping an eye on Tabbitha, I went along to support Lyn’s love for spinning dizzily around. Believe me, the irony of a 41 year old man sitting in a teenager’s mating ground whilst keeping an eye on my 2 year old daughter didn’t escape me. At least the rock music was good for the most part.
Tabs and I were watching (actually I was reading) for all of 5 minutes before guess who was sitting beside me complaining about how crap ice skating is. Yep, you got it. The oldest boy again! Oh well I’d much rather hear the moaning of a pre-teen than read about theories on Atlantis and enjoy the seldom seen of late good nature of my daughter.
When we finally got home (and I use the term “finally” loosely) I’d planned to engage in some astral investigation since the boys were supposed to be out with their friends. Imagine my joy when the youngest boy returned home 30 minutes after he left.
This is going to be the longest week ever.
Peace
The other day whilst Lyn and I were discussing our research the topic of sacred wells came up. Lyn mentioned she’d read an especially good paper which pointed out that sacred wells were the most neglected Pagan landmarks. As I thought about it, I had to admit in all the sites I’ve visited over the years I’d only been to one sacred well (that was only this month). And that might not have happened had it not been next to the cave where Mother Shipton was born. In that moment we both decided we’d travel to a sacred well soon and leave a gift as is polite.
This morning we went through our books and found three sacred wells near us. We chose the closest, packed our gear and set out to Binsted.
Between our notebook computers and our GPS unit we found the location easily. The well sat close to the side of the road only a few feet away from someones private property and home. At first I was slightly disappointed, but the sheer beauty of both the well and the nearby river soon whisked my mind away.
After taking pictures I pulled out my pendulum and brass L-rods to do a bit of dowsing. Because our time was short I stuck to the basics and I didn’t get too fancy. Even so I discovered some unique ways to interpret the reactions of my tools when dowsing for water.
Before packing up I planted a contact orgonite piece under one of the rocks inside the well. I have a strawberry quartz receiving orgonite and I’m excited to discover all the ways I can work with the energies flowing in and around this sacred well.
In ending this post I just want to share a few pictures:
The front of the sacred well
The River Wey which sits just to the left of the well
The house which sits 20′ to the right of the well
A beautiful witch visiting the well
A view inside the well
Peace
Had my head in the computer for the last few days and really needed some time out to collect my thoughts and seek inspiration. It meant I had to work a bit over the week end, but this morning that seemed like a small price to pay in order to get a breath of fresh air.
Lyn and I poured through our National Trust and English Heritage books excitedly seeking a location. Since the eldest boy wanted to be out with his friends we selected a spot about an hour away (the furthest Lyn feels safe being when the boy(s) is out and about). The spot we chose was a small town in Wiltshire called Winterbourne Stoke. We selected it because it is surrounded by barrows.
It sounded peaceful enough, but everything seemed to work against a good time from the outset:
- I laid out my rods but forgot them at the last minute
- We attempted to air up our tires with one of those cheap £5 generators you plug into your cigarette lighter only to end up taking air out (extra time lost going to a station to re-fill)
- We both forgot to lock the house (so a nagging worry was a constant companion)
- The eldest boy didn’t answer the phone when Lyn attempted to check up on him
- Youngest son elected to come with us because he’s moping over his friend being gone on holiday (this means a boy who has no concept of space on top of us and 1 million questions)
- By the time we got through Stonehenge traffic we only had one and a half hours to look around
- Couldn’t find access to the barrow we intended on seeing so ended up parking in the Stonehenge parking lot and viewing a few in a nearby field
- Lyn left her camera in the car (if you know anything about Lyn….this was devastating)
After arriving home fully disappointed I had dinner with the family. Afterwards I optimistically sat down to write a piece on Mother Shipton. Again stress sat in as:
- Tabitha threw a tantrum for no reason
- The boys decided to join us in the living room (complete chaos as eldest son bickered with Tabs and younger son giggled maniacally).
In the end I gave up and decided to spend the last bits of my evening with you. It seemed only right since I may not be able to do more than pen a brief hello over the weekend since I’ll be buried trying to make my deadlines.
Peace
In the midst of researching for the September issue of Wizard and Witch Magazine, I was brought into contact with the goddess Elen. I’ve studied many goddesses over the years, and have marveled at each and every one. But none have captured my attention and awe as much as this British goddess. Through the course of Britain’s history she’s manifested in several forms in order to protect the land and the people of what is now the United Kingdom.
And as I sat at my computer today trying to put together a paper which captured her entire essence, my mind was blown away with the sheer impossibility of the task. It was then she came to me and explained I was attempting too much. I should simply tell the beginning of the tale and let her take it from there. This made perfect sense (as the words of divinity tend to do). And so I did just that.
The way I wrote the piece is different than my normal style, so I’m a bit nervous about how it will go down with the readers.
Tonight I’m planning to catch up with some Ufology research before bed. I’m nearly finished with “Alien Dawn” by Colin Wilson. This book presents some truly thought provoking information and ideas. I’d highly encourage everyone to read it.
Peace
Well I’ve finally returned. When I stopped blogging in Harrogate 2 weeks ago it was because I found I couldn’t both concentrate on my holiday and keep people informed. In all honesty I’ve always been poor at this (just ask any of my old mates who knew me from years back). I seem to only be capable of focusing on one thing at a time.
I told myself in no uncertain terms I’d begin to blog the minute I returned from York. Again I believed my falsehood and allowed myself off the hook. It was just today I furiously realised I’d stitched me good again. When I came to add a post, there wasn’t one dated since my Harrogate stay. So I immediately started this post to catch you up. Please be assured I’ll thoroughly flail myself for being so cheeky when I catch up to me (the smooth talking biatch).
Anyway Lyn and I got home so exhausted we spent all but one day of the week loafing around the house. Though I intended to catch up on both some domestic and business plans I’d put on the back burner for the duration of my trip, I ended up being a complete lounge rat. I got up late, did anything I could think of which required no physical or mental activity, and went to bed after midnight, only to rise and do it again.
The blessing, aside from the sheer pleasure of doing it, was both Lyn and I realised we’d allowed our life to get far too anxious of late. It must have happened slowly because I honestly can’t remember how we got there. I just knew where we were. So we committed to a more gypsy style of living.
It was easy to live the first few days. The boys were after all still in Spain. When they returned (only 3 days ago but seems like far more) the pressure bumped up immediately as we expected. I’m happy to say we’ve made it through them keeping our vow. Already the tides are rough, but making it through the first 3 days is a landmark. 27 more and the new lifestyle will be a habit.
That’s where I’ll close it tonight….but be prepared to hear much more from me…lol=)
Peace
Well this is my second (thank the gods and goddesses) and last night in the Cedar Court Hotel in Harrogate.
I apologise for not telling you I was on my way to Yorkshire. I intended to, but time got away from me the night before I left. On that day I went to a library I hadn’t been to yet and literally struck gold. I found books on UFOs, alien abductions, Atlantis, and the Holy Grail.
Sadly I barely had time to browse them before Lyn and I were off to forage for dinner. We call it foraging because when the boys are on holiday we’ve agreed both not to cook and to wait to the last possible minute before hopping in the car in a mad dash to find something to eat.
Once we’d downed a nacho delight it was time to pack and then crash early so we could get an early start.
The first day we arrived we went to Mother Shiptons cave. I was in awe! Not only was it fabulously beautiful, but petrifying waters flow to the side of it. Until then I’d never heard of waters that could petrify objects.
Around the corner is a sacred wishing well that’s been in use for over 300 years. Lyn and I both secretly made a wish and tossed in our pennies. Wonder if it’s the same one, but would never ask. The magickal power of the well becomes null and void if you talk about your wish.
Today we went into York. Our original destination was the Cold War Rooms. Unfortunately, we didn’t find out until we arrived that they’re only open on the week end. And it’s unlikely we’ll still be in the area for this coming one.
After wandering the area unsure of what our next destination would be we stumbled upon Clifford’s Tower. Once we explored it we went to look in the gift shop. And it was there the gods and goddesses provided us with a messenger.
Whilst we were standing looking dazed and confused with a map of the area in front of us, a lady from the National Trust approached us and asked if we were looking for inspiration on where to go. When we nodded she passionately showed us all the best areas on the map and described them in vivid detail. Now we’ve got plans for the next 3 days=)
We followed her first piece of advice and visited Treasurer’s House. After an excellent cream tea with lavender scones of course.
From there we walked around York Minster and admired the gargoyles. No trip is complete without them=)
Now we’re back for dinner. One we chose to get at Sainsburys because the food is so awful here (don’t get me started).
Peace
