There is a lot of confusion of which is which and how. So, let me give you the Cliff Notes.
A symbol is a pictorial representation of a form of energy such a a heart for love.
A Talisman is a symbol that has been charged with energy by convincing a large number of people to believe in what it stands for and to invest in it. A cross, a star of David, a Pyramid with an eye are all Talismans.
Now let me explain the more sinister aspect of Talismans.
Originally, all money was gold and silver coin. It didn't matter if you accidentally melted your coins because their worth was the gold and silver's worth. You traded your work and goods for precious metal.
Then the government began printing paper and claiming this paper represented your gold and silver that they had locked up in a vault called Ft. Knox. The paper was covered in symbols that you didn't understand or really look at, but unfortunately they lodged in your subconscious like little time bombs.
Paper was more convenient, lighter and easier to count than having to weigh out gold and silver. Thus people willingly traded their energy for a symbol of wealth. But, the person who controls the gold and silver also controls your energy that you have invested in the symbol because the real worth is the gold and silver.
The system worked and the country grew prosperous and independent. Unfortunately that was against the goal of a group of bankers who want to control not only all the money but all the energy. They tried to get their hands on all the gold and silver but that was a really heavy undertaking. So, they came up with a better way to co opt the energy.
They invented credit cards, plastic symbols of money exchange. Now the energy of worth existed not in a vault represented gold and silver, but in a dynamic computer system represented by electricity. Your energy was now truly energy.
That makes it so much easier to use and control than having to get all that heavy gold and silver in a room to direct the energy. Not only that but they discovered a simple fact. Earth energy travels longitudinally. By placing major banking centers, Churches and specific occult temples in a straight line around the globe, they diverted the natural flow of Earth energy into their perverted little games of power and sex.
The result is the earth is dying. She is running a fever. She is suffering wild weather swings, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. Our paradise is turning into a dead zone. It is their plan because Earth Energy is poisonous to them unless we transmute it into something they can use. We do that by trading our energy for "money".
Now I am not advocating you start blowing up banks, churches and temples. It is much easier to ruin their plans than that. Start by using your old cash money. Take your bills and isolate them by denomination in your wallet. Put them in upside down. whenever you look at money, invert the bills so the symbols are upside down. Do the same thing with your credit cards. Get the bank to send you extras and then scratch the magnetic strips...write void in them....put a series of X's across the magnetic strips. When you can, don't use money at all. Barter. But every time you do use money or a credit card, mentally remind yourself you are more than this symbol. Do not give it any weight or energy. It is just paper or plastic. Disconnect yourself from it.
Now if you start wearing gloves to handle money, people will look at you funny but it would be very effective. You can fight talismans with talismans. Pick out a ring of either gold or silver with a symbol on it that represents your worth. Have you ever noticed how our 1% wears talismans like that? There is the class ring, the diamond pinky ring, the diamond tie tac, the diamond bracelet, the diamond eternity ring (which has to be the most uncomfortable thing in history) the power suit, the expensive shoes, the gold watch, and so forth. Heck their women even all tint their hair the same shade of blond to form a sisterhood of energy. All these things serve to represent their worth instead of the money in their wallet or their credit limit. They aren't stupid enough to give up their power to the ones controlling things. You on the other hand see your worth as how much you have in your wallet and your credit limit. They wear their worth and you give your power up to their talismans: money and credit. Do you see how this works? You are charging their talismans with more and more energy which they use to take more and more power away from you until you are sick and tired all the time. So, stop doing it.
Magickal Musings ********** Magickal Tips, Spells and Information by a practicing Druid
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Trying Too Hard
I had a client, a perfectly lovely woman, who was constantly having problems at work. She was cited continuously for some minor infraction of the "rules", everyone was uptight and impossible to work with and it was generally a cut throat atmosphere. She was pretty much buying me out of oils, sage and candles not to mention amulets and self-help books.
Finally one day I asked her exactly what she was doing, step by step to fix this problem. I was exhausted before she got to lunch. There were the morning affirmations followed by the morning cleansing bath followed by more affirmations and rushing in early to smudge her area before anyone caught her and so forth to the special route to the break room on another floor with affirmations for every step on the stairs, visualizations of positive white light around her....are you tired yet?
Well, grab some caffeine because we aren't done yet and remember, it isn't lunch yet. She was guarding every single thought to make certain it was the bastion of positivity and any negative thought had to be countered with a positive one, anything negative from coworkers equally and all communications had to be filtered for self defeating word play and dear Goddess, there were even smiley faces!
My eyes must have been as wide as saucers and I am sure my mouth was open by that point. So, I began:
You are focusing so much on every tiny piece of everything that you can't see the forest for the trees. No one can have totally positive thoughts or communications. It's no wonder you are making so many mistakes at work. You are totally distracted from your actual work.
So, let's start by simply ignoring everyone and everything else but your job. Cleanse at night and then build your protective wall in the morning visualization. Go to work. Focus on work. Come home and jump in the shower to get rid of any lingering influences and go about your night.
Now, if you think anything in my world ever gets solved that easily, here, have a nice long walk in my shoes.
It wasn't two days before there was a clattering at the shop as I was packing up to go home. I opened the door to a woman I didn't recognize but since she was nicely dressed and looked professional I figured she wasn't the neighborhood robber. It actually took me a minute to realize who I had in the shop. It was my client and she was distraught. She had just had a reaming by her boss about something she had not even done. I got her sat down and took a good look.
The woman who arrived on the weekends in jeans and a T-shirt with a happy saying on it, sandals with hair in a lovely casual cut and unpainted nails had transformed to coiffed and sprayed with enough lacquer to be a fire hazard, fake nails, business suit so stiff I could have used it for siding on the building and heels so high she was now at least 6 inches taller than me marionette. Her makeup looked like she had just escaped the counter at Macy's after a bad encounter with an over zealous technician or three.
All I could mutter was, "What happened to you?"
She began to launch into the encounter with the boss and I stopped her. "No, I mean where is the person I see on the weekend?"
I have seen few people look so mystified and then I began to explain that her entire work persona was basically stick up the arse perfectionist. No wonder every infraction was being pounced upon. She was the source of the problem in the office and everyone else was reacting to her.
Now, if you think she believed me, here are my shoes, again.
So I laid out a modest proposal. The next day she would wear flats to work. The protest began but I countered with the sandals she wore that weekend were perfectly okay for work with some stockings. If the universe failed to crash, since there was no dress code in the work place, two days later she would ditch the suit jacket and every two days, one aspect of this fake person would go away and the real her would start to emerge. She was certain the four horsemen of the Apocalypse saddling up as we spoke but she agreed to try it for at least the rest of the week. Then I dropped the bomb. After a week of this, if the world was still spinning and if she had had no more complaints, the affirmations would go. If she agreed to that, there would be no charge for session. Well, you could see the conflict over being a really miserly person and giving up the beloved affirmation of which I was certain she had an entire library. Finally money won as it always does and she left.
I didn't hear from her for several weeks and almost breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was wearing me out, but, well you know the drill...here try on my shoes.
Sure enough on the one night I was open late, she strolled in wearing a softly flowing skirt, loose top, large hoop earrings I knew she loved but obviously never wore to work, cute little kitten heel sandals and her hair was longer and brushing her shoulders. The precise makeup was now casual and she looked 10 years younger and much happier. She sat down and told me that things were going great at work. She even had friends but now, without affirmations, without three times daily meditation, she felt as though she was being called to the ocean to work. A reading revealed it was in fact time to move on..on out of the area and six weeks later, she was in another state, no longer an executive but running a small beach front business where she interacted with the previously dreaded public and even went barefoot at home in her very small little cottage with a yard. This woman was previously afraid of house plants.
However, her metaphysical support group of the positive attraction variety wasn't speaking to her and that I strongly believe was good thing. Some times, the single most important lesson in your life is learning to follow your heart and by that, learning who you really are and what YOU really need to make YOU happy.
If the 9 to 5 you bears no resemblance to the weekend you, I will bet that is the problem with your life. Bring them into alignment.
Finally one day I asked her exactly what she was doing, step by step to fix this problem. I was exhausted before she got to lunch. There were the morning affirmations followed by the morning cleansing bath followed by more affirmations and rushing in early to smudge her area before anyone caught her and so forth to the special route to the break room on another floor with affirmations for every step on the stairs, visualizations of positive white light around her....are you tired yet?
Well, grab some caffeine because we aren't done yet and remember, it isn't lunch yet. She was guarding every single thought to make certain it was the bastion of positivity and any negative thought had to be countered with a positive one, anything negative from coworkers equally and all communications had to be filtered for self defeating word play and dear Goddess, there were even smiley faces!
My eyes must have been as wide as saucers and I am sure my mouth was open by that point. So, I began:
You are focusing so much on every tiny piece of everything that you can't see the forest for the trees. No one can have totally positive thoughts or communications. It's no wonder you are making so many mistakes at work. You are totally distracted from your actual work.
So, let's start by simply ignoring everyone and everything else but your job. Cleanse at night and then build your protective wall in the morning visualization. Go to work. Focus on work. Come home and jump in the shower to get rid of any lingering influences and go about your night.
Now, if you think anything in my world ever gets solved that easily, here, have a nice long walk in my shoes.
It wasn't two days before there was a clattering at the shop as I was packing up to go home. I opened the door to a woman I didn't recognize but since she was nicely dressed and looked professional I figured she wasn't the neighborhood robber. It actually took me a minute to realize who I had in the shop. It was my client and she was distraught. She had just had a reaming by her boss about something she had not even done. I got her sat down and took a good look.
The woman who arrived on the weekends in jeans and a T-shirt with a happy saying on it, sandals with hair in a lovely casual cut and unpainted nails had transformed to coiffed and sprayed with enough lacquer to be a fire hazard, fake nails, business suit so stiff I could have used it for siding on the building and heels so high she was now at least 6 inches taller than me marionette. Her makeup looked like she had just escaped the counter at Macy's after a bad encounter with an over zealous technician or three.
All I could mutter was, "What happened to you?"
She began to launch into the encounter with the boss and I stopped her. "No, I mean where is the person I see on the weekend?"
I have seen few people look so mystified and then I began to explain that her entire work persona was basically stick up the arse perfectionist. No wonder every infraction was being pounced upon. She was the source of the problem in the office and everyone else was reacting to her.
Now, if you think she believed me, here are my shoes, again.
So I laid out a modest proposal. The next day she would wear flats to work. The protest began but I countered with the sandals she wore that weekend were perfectly okay for work with some stockings. If the universe failed to crash, since there was no dress code in the work place, two days later she would ditch the suit jacket and every two days, one aspect of this fake person would go away and the real her would start to emerge. She was certain the four horsemen of the Apocalypse saddling up as we spoke but she agreed to try it for at least the rest of the week. Then I dropped the bomb. After a week of this, if the world was still spinning and if she had had no more complaints, the affirmations would go. If she agreed to that, there would be no charge for session. Well, you could see the conflict over being a really miserly person and giving up the beloved affirmation of which I was certain she had an entire library. Finally money won as it always does and she left.
I didn't hear from her for several weeks and almost breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was wearing me out, but, well you know the drill...here try on my shoes.
Sure enough on the one night I was open late, she strolled in wearing a softly flowing skirt, loose top, large hoop earrings I knew she loved but obviously never wore to work, cute little kitten heel sandals and her hair was longer and brushing her shoulders. The precise makeup was now casual and she looked 10 years younger and much happier. She sat down and told me that things were going great at work. She even had friends but now, without affirmations, without three times daily meditation, she felt as though she was being called to the ocean to work. A reading revealed it was in fact time to move on..on out of the area and six weeks later, she was in another state, no longer an executive but running a small beach front business where she interacted with the previously dreaded public and even went barefoot at home in her very small little cottage with a yard. This woman was previously afraid of house plants.
However, her metaphysical support group of the positive attraction variety wasn't speaking to her and that I strongly believe was good thing. Some times, the single most important lesson in your life is learning to follow your heart and by that, learning who you really are and what YOU really need to make YOU happy.
If the 9 to 5 you bears no resemblance to the weekend you, I will bet that is the problem with your life. Bring them into alignment.
Friday, March 16, 2012
High John the Conqueror
High John the Conqueror root is identified as Ipomoea Jalapa, a red morning glory in most texts and now all over the net. However, there are a few things that bothered me with this designation. The first of which is it is used in HooDoo which is originated in the barrier islands of North and South Caroline and Louisiana and favored by slaves as the legend of John the Conqueror is of a slave. The plant is native to Mexico, South America and some parts of Southern Europe.
So, why would this plant be John the Conqueror root? It doesn't grow in the area in which Hoodoo and much of Voudoun are practiced in this country.
Then the other night while looking something else up, I came upon what must be the real John the Conqueror plant. It is Ipomoea Microdactyla which is a red morning glory that is native from the pine rocklands of Miami-Dade County to the Bahamas and Cuba. It's range is zones 10/11. The Bahamas and Cuba were stop overs for slave ships where slaves were sorted and cleaned up before bringing them ashore to the southern states. No doubt, this plant will grow in other locations because it produces a giant tubor like root. It is sometimes called small fingers because of the small projections that often grow from the root.
Now comes the part that I think lends to the legend. After a fire in the area where this plant grows, it really takes off, covering everything and creating a showy display of bright scarlet flowers. It uses the burnt stems of other plants as a trellis.
It is endangered in Florida because the native rocklands are being destroyed for development. In Cuba it is called Bejuco colorado which means red reed or red rattan. It is also called: Man in the Ground.
Since the plant is so beautiful and red morning glories are seldom seen in cultivation, no one is certain why this cultivar isn't grown more.
ref: Everglades Wildflowers by Roger Hammer
So, why would this plant be John the Conqueror root? It doesn't grow in the area in which Hoodoo and much of Voudoun are practiced in this country.
Then the other night while looking something else up, I came upon what must be the real John the Conqueror plant. It is Ipomoea Microdactyla which is a red morning glory that is native from the pine rocklands of Miami-Dade County to the Bahamas and Cuba. It's range is zones 10/11. The Bahamas and Cuba were stop overs for slave ships where slaves were sorted and cleaned up before bringing them ashore to the southern states. No doubt, this plant will grow in other locations because it produces a giant tubor like root. It is sometimes called small fingers because of the small projections that often grow from the root.
Now comes the part that I think lends to the legend. After a fire in the area where this plant grows, it really takes off, covering everything and creating a showy display of bright scarlet flowers. It uses the burnt stems of other plants as a trellis.
It is endangered in Florida because the native rocklands are being destroyed for development. In Cuba it is called Bejuco colorado which means red reed or red rattan. It is also called: Man in the Ground.
Since the plant is so beautiful and red morning glories are seldom seen in cultivation, no one is certain why this cultivar isn't grown more.
ref: Everglades Wildflowers by Roger Hammer
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Revenge Magick
I bet that title got your attention.
That, you see, is the problem. In Huna you learn that where attention goes, so goes your energy.
I have known a lot of vengeful people. The slightest provocation and they were looking for a curse to use. A hangnail and they were certain someone was cursing them. This pursuit pretty much occupied their nights and days and then they wondered why they didn't have a significant other or any friends. Gee, could it be they spend all their time on vengeance?
Relationships take time and effort and if your days and nights are spent looking up, casting and thinking up curses, you don't have much time for anything else.
You are also building absolutely nothing. You are tearing things apart and down and then, people sit around and wonder why their life is in tatters.
I was really bad at sports and I mean really bad. There are kids who get picked last and then there are kids the team tries to pay the other team to take. That was me. Then one day a very wise man took me aside and said I would do a lot better if I focused on winning rather than defeating the image people had of me. The next day I took home a bowling trophy. I stopped playing against other people and started playing to win, just me and the game and I won. It didn't matter what anyone else did. It didn't matter what their strategy was. It only mattered that I was doing my level best to succeed.
Many years later I was in a Metaphysical group trying to make some changes in the general metaphysical community. One man was arguing against every idea we proposed until finally we simply got tired and agreed with him. Suddenly he started arguing against his ideas that we were agreeing with and he didn't even know it until we pointed it out. He was so focused on defeating us, he completely lost sight of the goal. You are seeing that a lot now-a-days.
You can't build something when your focus is tearing things down. And, of course, you will attract that destructive energy into your life.
I had a client who was a very aggressive business woman. She decimated her competition even though there was no real reason to compete. There was plenty of business for everyone. Why was she paying so much for weekly readings? Her personal life was a shambles. The moment she stepped in the door at home, her mother was on her back. Her lover was complaining. She was living in a battlefield. She had a lot of trouble seeing that the world she created in workplace was the world she came home to at night. The energies she sent out all day came home to roost every evening.
A very wise man once said: "The best revenge is living well." Think about that before you decide to enter into a cursing war, because you may turn out to be the only person on the battlefield.
That, you see, is the problem. In Huna you learn that where attention goes, so goes your energy.
I have known a lot of vengeful people. The slightest provocation and they were looking for a curse to use. A hangnail and they were certain someone was cursing them. This pursuit pretty much occupied their nights and days and then they wondered why they didn't have a significant other or any friends. Gee, could it be they spend all their time on vengeance?
Relationships take time and effort and if your days and nights are spent looking up, casting and thinking up curses, you don't have much time for anything else.
You are also building absolutely nothing. You are tearing things apart and down and then, people sit around and wonder why their life is in tatters.
I was really bad at sports and I mean really bad. There are kids who get picked last and then there are kids the team tries to pay the other team to take. That was me. Then one day a very wise man took me aside and said I would do a lot better if I focused on winning rather than defeating the image people had of me. The next day I took home a bowling trophy. I stopped playing against other people and started playing to win, just me and the game and I won. It didn't matter what anyone else did. It didn't matter what their strategy was. It only mattered that I was doing my level best to succeed.
Many years later I was in a Metaphysical group trying to make some changes in the general metaphysical community. One man was arguing against every idea we proposed until finally we simply got tired and agreed with him. Suddenly he started arguing against his ideas that we were agreeing with and he didn't even know it until we pointed it out. He was so focused on defeating us, he completely lost sight of the goal. You are seeing that a lot now-a-days.
You can't build something when your focus is tearing things down. And, of course, you will attract that destructive energy into your life.
I had a client who was a very aggressive business woman. She decimated her competition even though there was no real reason to compete. There was plenty of business for everyone. Why was she paying so much for weekly readings? Her personal life was a shambles. The moment she stepped in the door at home, her mother was on her back. Her lover was complaining. She was living in a battlefield. She had a lot of trouble seeing that the world she created in workplace was the world she came home to at night. The energies she sent out all day came home to roost every evening.
A very wise man once said: "The best revenge is living well." Think about that before you decide to enter into a cursing war, because you may turn out to be the only person on the battlefield.
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