I have led an amazing life with many varied interests including loving road trips, being a professional belly dancer, hand carving selenite, providing wise woman advice and intuitive readings for current problems. I love my life. Do you?
The Other Side of the Table
I’ve just finished a three-day psychic faire. My mind and body are still buzzing from all the energy that cycled through all the channelings over the weekend. It was the first faire I had done since covid set in and kept us all at home and apart from the general public. It was such a blessing for myself and all the people that I read for after so long a time of not being able to do these readings in person.
Be Your Own Hero
I’ve been pondering the subject of “Be Your Own Hero”. Here in the Western world, and maybe your part of the world also, we were told fairy tales in which a ‘hero’ came along and rescued the fair maiden who was in dire straits, be it a dragon, evil stepmother, witch, sorcerer, greedy king or whatever. This instilled in us as young female children, that we needed an outside influence to rescue us from whatever life brought us that was beyond our control to overcome.
MY FABULOUS SADIA
Dearest Fabulous Sadia, I am so excited! I discovered a place where we can rent one of those sparkly, rhinestone covered Mercedes we always joke about. Now the next time you come to the States, we’ll take that drive down Pacific Coast Highway in style, with the roof down and our hair blowing in the ocean breeze.
CHOOSING A SPIRITUAL GUIDE
The selection of a Spiritual Guide is a personal one. The person your best friend recommends may not be the best one for you. The social media guru who has the most followers on Facebook, YouTube or Instagram may have a full schedule extending months into the future. The best thing you can do, is to place your trust in Spirit and ask to be shown who will be the perfect spiritual guide for you.
The Thunderbird Tattoo
THE THUNDERBIRD TATTOO Commitment to Spirit January of 2017, I had been hearing the call of Spirit for a while. I tried to ignore it, but it persisted like a nagging wife. The voice kept telling me it was time for me to commit to living a more spiritual life. My resistance was based on the simple fact that I had no idea what that meant. Granted, the life I was living wasn’t sinful, but it was absolutely boring to me. I was enslaved to a housecleaning business that I had started only to make my fiancé happy at the time. It was now 25 married years later and I needed something to change in my life.
Novadeena walked with her daughter to the Temple of the Divine Feminine. Hyaleanna, who had reached the age of Divine Joining, was excited about the instruction she was to undergo in preparation of her marriage to Rocantes. Their natal charts had been consulted, their life paths reviewed and both Hyaleanna and Rocantes agreed to the Commitment of Joining.
Sophia and the Pool Boy
Lucas tried to keep his mind on cleaning the pool but the blond woman drinking coffee on the patio had captured his attention. A low hedge kept him seeing all of her, but what he could see, he wanted. She was wearing a low-cut top and her long hair was in a ponytail. He knew she was the new house sitter and would be there for a month keeping an eye on the estate while the owners were in Africa on safari.
The bar was crowded in the classic Victorian home that had been remodeled into a bed and breakfast. Sitting in a corner near the fireplace, a lone guitarist played a variety of love songs while a couple slow danced near him. The patrons were a mix of locals, guests and vacationers. Behind the bar were two mixologists; a sexy, stacked blond woman and an equally sexy, well-built man. They served up drinks, sexual innuendos, and flirtatious comments to all who sat at the bar.
The early morning air was invigorating. In the pre-dawn light, Hannah groomed her horse in the breezeway of the stable. Sheba, a four-year old roan mare, quietly munched her breakfast of sweet feed and alfalfa pellets from a bucket. She had no idea of the long day ahead of her to the Manzana School House and back. The building was over 100 years old and built by the early settlers in the area.
The Man in the Black Corvette
Samiya and Nagwa sat at a table sipping a beer they had split. Customers were beginning to come into the Greek restaurant where they performed a belly dance show every Friday night. They both took notice of the sleek, black Corvette that pulled into the parking lot. The driver maneuvered it into a spot and got out.