Very strange life.

I had a very strong process of this (below) and couldn't understand why. I thought I was nutty, nuts and I wondered much. Now, on this time of being out of it, finally, I can see the process, lengthy as it was.

I get to go through everything strange, lengthy and in deep detail, so that I one day, hopefully, can explain it simply. That is my life. To explain everything that is possible in this field; spiritual and metaphysical. A mind bending life I have. One that makes me go to the depth and core of everything, so that through experience I'll be made to see what's what.

What experience have I not had? Done the shamanic, the dark, the shadows, the metaphysical, organic quantum physics, paranormal, supernatural, witchy, demonic, angelic, cosmic, mystical, magical, multidimensional, the world of energy and perception, tones, sound and energy as languages, vibration, frequency and so on. Luckily I studied theosophy a long time ago. That helped.

All I want is a normal life. But at least it's not boring. :)

Trees and Faery.

I created another network,
a place for sharing stories about the thinning of the veils
between dimensions, faery experiences, the unusual
and nature worship.


Called

TREES AND FAERY.

www.TreesAndFaery.ning.com

Morfar.

Yes, I remember ... always will.
Thank you for your ever love and guidance.

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Coyote warning.

At dusk, yesterday, after a soak in the hot tub and wrapped in a robe, I was sitting by myself in stillness and quietude on the step to the back door, just gazing at the clouds and the shifting hues of the evening air . . . beautiful coyote walks calmly across my back yard about twenty feet in front of me. She looks at me several times, trying to look at me and look at her path in front of her at the same time, she looked back at me many times. Huh. I really love it when wild life comes really close.

I remember being told, when I lived in L.A. in the Hollywood Hills (also coyote country), that if a coyote looks you in the eye it is a forewarning that you will soon meet a trickster.

I did meet coyote twice in L.A. Once, after dark sitting on the steps to my front porch in Beachwood Canyon, a huge coyote trots up the street and as he passes by he gazes intensely at me with his black eyes. Soon after that I ended up in a long stretched out tangle with a nasty, evil one in human form, battling for my life. I came out brutally scarred and barely alive. A few years later, during a dinner date at the Inn of the Seventh Ray restaurant in Topanga Canyon, from the table on the outdoor terrace I see a small coyote across the gorge, looking straight at me. I faced an entangled, messy relationship that I couldn't get out of fast enough. I did save myself from that one quick enough. Both times I met someone that was trying hard to control my life force and eat me alive, consume all my life force, energy and power until there would have been nothing left of me. Coyote blesses me and protects me.

Now let's see what is coming and how I will be able to handle it, eh? Trickster will attack soon, I know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trickster

Spirit of Coyote.

Native American trickster tales.
Working with animal spirits.

Cryptic still.

Cryptic is
always, daily, in all the most unexpected moments,
attacking my connection to the divine and doing so
suddenly, harshly and violently; and so I find myself
deepening enormously my commitment to the Light,
my trust in the above, my faith in what I know
and my connection to the divine.


As a gift,
a nasty one, an ugly one, an uninvited one, an unwanted one,
the whole stretched out experience makes me dissolve
whatever inner veils of doubt I might have had
and whatever I might still have
(since the cryptic is still there).


In the story of life, I am forced to accept God as the ultimate
grace in my life, the ultimate ruler of my life,
the maker of my life, the guide;
forced to surrender to it.


When my faith and surrender are complete,
cryptic will be gone.

Live psychedelically.

One doesn't have to be on drugs to live psychedelically,
just look at life openly,
be in the moment and let go.

Psssssssssssssssychedelic . . .

Everything is psychedelic,
everything in life is psychedelic . . .
everything is a shaman's journey . . .

Cryptic attack and learning.

Cryptic is stalking me.

Wanting to show me something, forcing it, sometimes violently on me. I've been looking at it through my mind, my heart, my eyes, my soul, my spirit, my consciousness and my awareness and it still doesn't make sense. I don't know what else in me can see this straight on and comprehend it clearly.

Intense insanity surround me and I have fought it until now when I realize I must have this experience to the fullest before it will release me, before it changes. Just have the experience. So I will now experience it without resistance.

Cryptic is an odd messenger indeed. Perhaps showing me, pointing at / pointing out, the place within me from which I will be able to deal with the worst in man.

Cryptic attacks me when I look at the world through usual perspective, through ordinary eyes, through kindness and love, easy like. Now when I see him for what he is, a nasty spirit of confrontation and attack, maybe he will react to me differently. I can finally see that I must look at the spirit behind all things, A - L - L things, where the true reaction and behavior comes from.

I am sure there is a whole lot more I will be made to see before Cryptic will go away and leave me alone.

Like a demonic, standing over me and spewing fire over my head.

I must see deeper into things before I can handle the world of power better still.

He wants so desperately to show me something and I don't know yet with what to see, with what to perceive it . . . but it will have to do with power of magic, I'm sure.

http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Demon:_The_Fallen
http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Cryptic
http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wiki/Faith

Like snakes.

My whole life is one long drawn out shamanic journey; deep and strange. Like a snake slithering on the ground it is.

I don't have normal experiences. I have synchronicities, serendipities, miracles and mysteries. I have questions that are answered through life and life that answers questions.

The places that feed me and stimulate me are old, ancient and full of experiences. People who interest me are other shamanic movers who like snakes move through the shadows, like Louisiana blues. These, my people, are everywhere; New York City underground, New Orleans, Santa Monica mountains, in the winters, in the forests, in the hills and in the trees. They are poets, artists, musicians . . . endless soul travelers.