The Baby and the Sea

I was helping to bury a baby at sea.

He had died before his birth.

He was large enough though, to require a cremation for the remains.

I went with my client to the ocean with her family.

We all walked down through the sand to a spot that they had all frequented together.

She had a son who came with us, he was four years old.

I asked him to come over to me,

I asked him if he could help us with our task today.  He said yes he could.

I asked him if he could help up send his brother’s spirit back to freedom through the ocean.

He was happy to help.

We went to the shore where the waves were breaking.

And took a moment.

a wave rose and crested on the shore, we placed the ashes into the foam, I thought immediately of the little mermaid ( the REAL one, not the disney movie, the one where she died and was turned to sea foam, I watched it as a child.)

As the wave came up we all looked down and placed the child upon it, like setting a leaf afloat,

and watched the wave pull the little leafling into the sea.

As we watched it go, as soon as our eyes met the ocean in front of us,

there,

right there,

maybe three feet away from us,

were two black round eyes staring directly into ours.

A seal had come.

 

A grey seal.  A sentinel.

No one could breath, even the child.

We all stared into the eyes of the seal, as the seal stared at us for what felt like an eternity.

Finally we all began to laugh, and simultaneously understood, the seal was there to help us understand, the spirit of the child would be reabsorbed.

As we walked back along the beach, the seal followed us, the whole way.  Watching us.  There were many other people on the beach that day, but the seal had no interest in them.   As we went back up towards the car, the seal headed back out to sea.

My client told me, a year later,

She went to the sea, on the anniversary,

to the spot.

And sat.

Up popped the seal.

To say hello.

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The Angel and the Priest

My Boyfriend is learning the tarot.

We were at his house learning the cards.  We were talking about the angels.

The card for the day was the Temperance card.

 

I was explaining to him how in my studies, I had come to affiliate the card with ARCHANGEL MICHAEL

We were talking about Archangel Michael, and how he was a protector and guardian of soldiers and policemen.  Suddenly, I realized that it was time for me to go to work (and read Tarot cards) so we headed out.  He was walking me to work and we crossed the street as we always did, when we were approached by a gentleman who seemed a bit distraught.

He came up to us and asked us where Lexington avenue was, that he was lost.

My boyfriend kindly gave him the directions he asked for and then he told us that we were the only ones who would talk to him, or answer his question.  He told us we were beautiful.

He had been trying to get back to a church where he had stashed his bag with his belongings.

He was a priest he told us.

He was very tall, rather dark complextion, but well put together, and also reeked of alcohol.  He was wearing a black, kung fu kind of shirt, nice shoes and a fancy cane, with Ringo Star-ish sunglasses.  Truth be told, he looked an awful lot like my father.

He said he had been out all night drinking, he had run into some younger folks who invited him to a party and they had tequila.  He loved tequila, he said.  He then confessed he had a bit of a problem with alcohol.

That’s ok, we said.

He said he needed it now though, in order to self medicate.  He was in a lot of pain,

He broke there, and started telling us how he was injured in Vietnam, when he fought in the war, and that made him drink, and the drinking was causing his insides to go bad.  He lifted his shirt.  My boyfriend and I drew our breath in sharply.

He had a RIP across his abdomen that had been stapled back together ( not very neatly, either)  It went in an arc over his belly like a Tupac tattoo.

He had almost died he said, did we want to hear the story, he asked?

Yes we said.

He said he was walking by the side of the road, and felt his guts go bad.  He was bleeding to death inside and he knew it. so he kind of crumpled down in the ditch off to the side of the road, and felt he was just going to lay there and die.

And in that moment,

ARCHANGEL MICHAEL appeared to him. Yes that is exactly what he said.

 

Michael lifted him up out of the ditch and on to the road.  Someone drove by right after and called an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital.

He said he was glad he wasn’t dead, because of his grandchildren, and he began to cry.

Later we were trying to figure out what happened, if he showed up because we were talking about Michael, or if we were talking about Michael because he was going to show up.   Either way, those funny Angels ears burn when you turn your attention to them.

And all in all, it was a kind act towards a stranger that brought the whole thing on, in a fittingly filthy part of Sunset blvd in the city of Angels.

 

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Worst Curse Mcgurst

The only thing worse than a curse,

is someone telling you that you have to give them huuuuge amounts of money to remove a curse you don’t even have.

This post was born of necessity due to the sheer volume I experience in this area.  I can’t even begin to tell you how many clients come to see me that complain that they have been told someone put a curse on them by a “psychic” that then charged them out the nose to eradicate it.

One obviously poor older woman came in and told me she had paid one woman $5000 so far (meaning she owed her more) to keep her family safe from curses.  She was shocked when I told her she didn’t need to do it anymore, and actually expressed FEAR for the woman who was saving her from the curse.  She said she had to keep going to her, or else SHE might put a curse on her.  What a mess.

I gave her the run down on IF she had a curse, (which was unlikely) some simple things SHE could do on her own to counter it, the total for her supplies was around $20.  She was utterly flabbergasted that she could protect herself and really believed she had no power in the situation whatsoever.

Worse than that, one male client came in, he was a hard working manual laborer and he was in three years deep and 18 grand with a woman who was supposedly staving off disaster for him.

I think it is important to state here, the “gypsy” con is alive and well, and people continue to fall for it.  AND they think that is all psychics do, swindle people!!  Con men are everywhere, just because you go to a mechanic that charges you hundreds of dollars and does nothing, it is the same dishonest behavior as these alleged psychics.

The hapless fellow mentioned above came in to see me to see if there really was a curse, like getting a second opinion from a doctor, you know?  Now this case was particularly interesting because of the response given by I Ching.  For him, he was concerned because the curse was a FAMILY curse, like Bruce Lee style, and he was mostly worried about his family, not himself.  He did legitimately have an unusual tale about the woes of the men in his family, so we asked I Ching:

Is there a curse on my family?

The response was Hexagram 18.  NO changing lines.

Now this was really tricky for me as a reader.  Hexagram 18 is on the surface CORRUPTION, meaning the whole situation is gross, corrupt, rotten, fishy etc. BUT it also means BLACK MAGIC.  Specifically black magic passed from parents to their children (in the Karcher translation);

GU: Poison, venom, harm, putrefaction, decay, to bewitch, to enchant. 

So I was like DANG!!! This dude actually might have a curse on his family!  It was either that, OR just a reference to the corruption of the woman he had been seeing, but it was certainly pointing to the possibility of a curse being correct.  I asked him a bunch more questions and we found out his Grandfather had a mistress who could have been a romanian witch, who was very mad that he wouldn’t leave his family.

More importantly, I asked him if he had seen any changes in his family luck since he had started paying this woman. Well, the answer was no.  So my whole deal was like, listen if someone is charging you that much money, you better see something happen!!  He too, was reluctant to stop seeing the woman out of fear that she would in turn retaliate against him.

I get so mad at these psychic bullies!!

So instead of continuing the reading I taught him how to denature the curse himself, and protect himself from any advances on the part of the “psychic” who had been “protecting” him.

Neither of these stories are meant to say that no one has curses on them, I feel like people curse each other ALL the time without even being aware of it, negative thoughts towards another are like spirit darts that can effect those who are susceptible,  All you have to do is have an encounter with an asshole to figure out how palpable that feels.

Now, people who do put curses on people are not demigods, or superheros (or villians) they are people, just like you.  So if a curse comes from a person, well, you are a person too. Now, it could be true that some people have more PRACTICE and have put a lot of time into cursing people.  Just like a well trained athlete or musician or anyone who has dedicated themselves to a craft.  But rules are rules, and magic has rules too. No one is above the law.  It is the same feeling ANYONE has when coming up against something that is bigger than themselves.  think about anyone who has had a case go to the supreme court, or had to fight the banking system.  Or is fighting a disease that seems unconquerable.

 

Would I doubt for a second that people really put curses on each other?  Of course not.  People do all manner of terrible things to each other, just to pass the time, why would Black Magic not exist when we make bombs?  Because of people’s conscience?  Clearly that is not the case.  The sad thing to me is that people are feeling down right low (sometimes to the point of suicide) as a result of these “curses” and go seeking help much like you would to go see a doctor, and then get taken advantage of for thousands of dollars (much like some doctors 0_o, or mechanics).  Since there aren’t really standards or regulations for witches the way people deal with it is, well, lets just burn *all* witches since some of them seem to be questionable.  This would be like burning all scientists because one of them made a bomb (or the AIDS virus, what?).

If you google “curse removal” you will find hundreds of sites that charge a lot of money and claim to be able to remove curses and break spells for people.  It is also true that there are very old tried and true methods of dealing with these things, that have of course been around as long as curses have.

My solution is to teach everyone magic, just like we teach everyone science, to remove the advantage of the power trippers.

I get hundreds of letters from people who claim to have a curse on them begging for help. Usually, when it comes down to it, it is involving a relationship going bad.  Statistically, more often than not, folks who claim to have curses had it happen in a love triangle of some sort.  Not always, but from my letters it is easily 80 percent.  Maybe I can find someone who won’t mind me sharing their letter.  I swear after the last one all I wanted to do was send ALL the other letters I had gotten to show her she was not alone and that this is surprisingly common (in my world at least).  The vast majority of folks I get claiming curses are Single mothers, interestingly enough.  I wonder if anyone has run any statistics on that.

My feeling about the whole thing is the curse victim feels a disempowerment, a hopelessness at the hands of another, a victimization that they feel they can do nothing about.  they are almost religious about their curses.

So I thought I would share with all of you, my prescription, if you think someone has placed some janky jank upon you, try doing some of these things:

1.  Never think of the person who cursed you again.  Ever.  Your thoughts of fear feed the curse.  So here is your first lesson in wizardry, control your mind.  If you HAVE to see the other person around, like you can’t get away from them, think of the word LOVE everytime you are around them and look at them in their eyes while thinking that word. or think of the word GOD.  It’s super awesome.

2. Give yourself a nice cleanse.  use salt water, sage, mugwort, frankencense and other time tested plants of clearing the miasma that has surrounded you.

3.  Imagine the curse as a thing in front of you, as a big black ball, and grab it in your hand and turn it into a sun.  Have fun and laugh while you do this.

4.  MAKE JOKES.  Laughter kills gnarly things pretty good.  Or at least you have fun while you are dying, also important.  Also make jokes about your curse giver, not shit talking, but really really funny jokes, there is a difference.

Some mistakes people make:

Dont try to give the curser a curse, now you are just getting all crazy and mad and weird.

Dont think about DEFEATING the curse in glorious victory, now you are giving it uber fantasy energy and making a phantom of it that you will just have to get rid of later.  Don’t try to “show them” how powerful you are, rather act in humilty.

BUT if you DO go to an amazing powerful beautiful witch, because you feel like you need some extra mojo, ask them questions about what is going on, get specific, ask them specifically what they are going to do and how much they will charge you.   If they wont tell you what they are doing, its like a doctor that wont tell you what kind of surgery he is going to give you, maybe time to go.  But there are SO MANY GREAT light workers who are 100 percent legit in my personal experience, ask around read yelp, do some research to find the right person.  You can go see a witch, go get Reiki, get a healing from someone who gives you the good belly tingles when you stand in front of them.  Use your spidey senses!  And most importantly, DONT take yourself and your own power out of the equation.

If you have managed to seriously get some old school freak on you about something, in that case, I would spend the money to hire a shaman,  I would not go to your local palm reader, any more than you would go to rite aid to get an appendectomy.   Search for a Native American (who might laugh at you and say you deserve it, which would be true if you are white) who has hopefully died before and has no fear of anything.   Its that, or get serious about your meditation practice and lift it yourself  (always good, and then YOU get magic <magic is born of discipline>).

 

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The Walls have Eyes

She was a return client,

We had read many times before.  She started to figure out that she could talk to I Ching, like she was having a conversation.

So when she phrased her questions now she did it speaking directly to the I Ching, not to me.

She said, I Ching, I have this new book I got, it has a bunch of techniques in it to improve my spirituality, how about if I do them?

I Ching’s response:

Hexagram 30.

At first glance this looked very positive, Hexagram 30 is “enlightenment” or awareness, consciousness, clarity, all the things you would ideally want to get from a spiritual technique.  Looked good that the book had some good stuff in it for her, but then I remembered something else;

That hexagram, the image is a bird on fire or a bird of light captured, I always affiliate it with a phoenix

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I told her about the image and the phoenix and her face went blank and then she started freaking out,

Maj!! She said! Oh my God!!!

Inside of her book, she withdrew a bookmark that had been shoved in haphazardly.  On the bookmark was a huge phoenix.  Bright and firey as the sun.

It felt very much as if she asked about her book, a physical object in the room with her, and I Ching was all, oh yea, that book right there?  the one with the phoenix in it?  As if it had eyeballs that it could see with.

Suddenly we both got a feeling in our bellies and it was like I Ching was there with us,  a sentient being all its own watching us.

We both started to laugh in wonder, and decided it was in fact, a good book for her.

Phoenix-Fabelwesen

 

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Angel on the West Wing

My first quantifiable experiences with Angels began after a guided meditation given by Dr. Kelvin Dewolfe.

During this particular meditation, we were guided to create a vortex over the area of our third eye.

As soon as I partially envisioned it, something came through and pulled me up through the other side of it.

Upon arriving I was told something very clearly, very specifically, loud and audible.

The words were:

Do not be Afraid.

Much later while doing research on Angels I was to learn that there was a phrase the angels used consistently all through the bible, it was the first words they always spoke to human beings, those words were:

Do not be afraid.

Shortly after I was eaten by a snake, and came out the other side back into my body.

 

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The Hungry Ghost

I picked up the phone.

She said she didn’t know what to do or who to talk to.

Calm down I said, just explain what happened.  Her Grandmother had died she said.  But she wasn’t gone.  Since she died, her four year old daughter has begun talking like her.  She believes she is now possessed by the spirit of her great grandmother.  She had been to three separate Reiki therapists, none of them knew each other, they all said the same thing.  There was a spirit that had grabbed onto her heart.

Her four year old had taken to talking to herself, in an unfamiliar voice, repeating the number “98” (the age of the Grandmother when she passed.) and shouting that she wanted to leave.  She kept asking if she was ok.

Did she have a proper funeral? I asked.  Yes, yes everything normal.  Try giving her an offering, I said, at her grave.  Have you been to her grave?  No they hadn’t.  In ancient China they had a tradition, to keep ancestors from becoming hungry ghosts, they would cook them a meal and bring them offerings, that might work.

Ok, ok I said, lets see if I Ching can help us figure out what to do.

First question:

Is the spirit of the dead great grandmother possessing the child?

The response:

Hexagram 57.2—>53

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The image for Hexagram 57 is of two hands placing a meat offering on the alter for the dead ancestors. WOW!  Its exactly what I just said!

The line read (from “Total I Ching” by Dr. Stephen Karcher):

“Subtle penetration is also a healing ritual.  You must penetrate to the core of this old story, full of sexual intrigue and dark ancestors.  Use intermediaries, who can see and call the spirits, and diviners, who know the past.  Get to the bottom of it and free yourself from its grasp.  This is not a mistake.”

I said, I think you should take some food to her grave, make her a dinner or something.

Can we ask it what I should do?  She said.

Of course!

Second question:

What should I do regarding my dead Grandmother haunting my daughter?

Response:

Hexagram 27.4—>21

Hexagram 27 is literally “NOURISHING”, daily bread, things that go in and out of our mouths.  Hexagram 21 is biting through.

Both hexagrams are specifically the mouth and things going into it.  This was the line:

“The source of nourishment is disturbed.  This action will shake things up and free you.  Search out the new with the ferocity and passion of a tiger.  Be full of force and concentration.  This energy is not a mistake, it brings light and clarity to the situation.  Bite through obstacles.

How did she die? I asked her.

She starved to death, she was a diabetic, she replied.

Ooooohhhh, she wants to eat, I said!  Yes, yes, go with your daughter and take her some food to the grave and eat a meal with her.  Make her favorite thing.

Last question:

Will taking her food at her grave solve the problem?

Reply:

Hexagram 29

Ghost river, or Earth pit (grave).

Again, from Karcher;

“its symbols are rushing water, holes, pits, snares, tombs and graves…the deep center where the dead live…It represents a critical moment that requires courage and determination in the face of great fear engendered by the presence of the ghost world.”

Good luck I told her,

I hope it worked.

 

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