Space Fairy Blog

I got a new job! -Just something to help support my new business venture start-up (more on that later!)

My friends know that regular boring jobs don’t inspire me much. I couldn’t stomach the thought of working retail at Christmas again (unless it’s in a new age shop because then I’d really be in my element). Years ago I kind of promised myself I wouldn’t do retail again, and I like to keep my promises. So, I found a normal job that’s a little more “me”.

Here I get to:
Use my excellent customer service and people skills (helping others makes me smile)
Dress up (I love dress ups!)
Be mentally stimulated
Listen to awesome music (and dance a little when no-one is looking)
Meet interesting people (Always helpful for a would-be writer)
Practice my psychic protection and aura cleansing on a regular basis (working here I need to!)
Flexible shifts
Make good money + awesome tips

So what’s my new “day job”?

Waitressing in an upmarket gentlemens’ club… so far I’m loving it!
(I wonder how long my enthusiasm will last haha).

I have a confession. I played in the park every night this week. And I love it! I have recently discovered that my suburb is blessed with several fine parks. We’ve got swings, slippery-dips, see-saws, merry-go-rounds, flying foxes, funky climbing things, spinning-around-things that you sit on, and even space-age musical instruments which light up like something out of Close Encounters when you “play” them. Seriously, why don’t more adults play in the park? Why should kids get to have all the fun? These past few nights have been really beautiful. The moon is luminous, the grass is soft, the ring-tailed possums are playing nearby, and my friend and I have discovered the joys of eating dinner under the stars. It beats watching television! Does anyone get out at night anymore? (when it doesn’t include drinking or partying) or is everybody else these days too addicted to the box or the internet?

We also found a late-night ice cream parlor down the road from where I live. Midnight ice cream attack! Awesome!

Don’t be afraid to step outside sometimes, to get out of your comfort zones and LOOK UP toward the stars. Dudes, there are like whole other worlds out there. Ponder them occasionally!

P.S. Tomorrow I trial my new job. I’m excited, because it looks really fun! I’ll let you know how it goes

We continue our series of retro-geek-funness, with three more TV shows which SpaceFairy loved when she was a kid in the 80’s. Some are obscure, some are more popular, but all of them ROCKED… enjoy!

MASK

M.A.S.K. (an acronym for the Mobile Armored Strike Command) was like a hybrid between Transformers and G.I. Joe. It had transforming vehicles, cute cartoon guys (Matt Trakker!) with super-powered helmets, who battled against the criminal organisation V.E.N.O.M. (Vicious Evil Network of Mayhem). I personally liked it better than…

Transformers

Then there was Ulysses in space… Gotta love the space-age Greek mythology!

Ulysses 31

And finally, something with a little less destruction and mayhem to bring back warm fuzzy memories…

Kimba the White Lion

Awwww…

Stay tuned!

I love YouTube!

Tonight I had a flash-back-o-rama to the 80’s when I discovered the opening theme to one of my favourite TV shows, Secret Valley. Does anyone remember it? They always had so much fun on that show (do kids these days still have food fights or does that only happen virtually on Facebook now?

It was filmed in the Blue Mountains where I grew up. That view of the mountains in the opening credits was once the view from my bedroom! When I was a kid my grandma would take me bush-walking out along narrow-neck road, and I would look out for either the Secret Valley or my other favourite show at the time, The Mysterious Cities of Gold. I have been fascinated with learning about ancient civilisations ever since. Remember the flying Golden Condor!?! I wanted one!

Then there’s You Can’t Do That On Television! where anyone who said “I don’t know” would get instantly dumped with green slime. Whatever happened to slime on TV? Was it killed off by the public liability fiasco? Or are people just no fun anymore?

…Barf burgers! classic!

Stay tuned for more funness girls and boys! 

Hey! Let’s Play… Analyse that wacky Dream! ;p

I have been having weird dreams lately (so, what’s new?) A few nights ago I dreamt that I was at some youth-group-type event (as in a church youth group- not the band) and someone- I think it was my sister- pointed out these two really hot guys and said something like “damn, it’s a pity we didn’t see them earlier, we could have had chaperons!” (I think she meant as in dates). Now these guys were pretty hot, and I found myself quite attracted to them (and no, they were no one in particular, just random, hot dream guys). However, instead of going “whoa, I totally agree with you”, as one would expect, I found myself saying coldly “I hate men”. Then I woke up!

So, here I was awake early on a Sunday morning, wondering what ever prompted my subconscious to say that. Do I really hate men?

I mean sure, there was the time I dated that Sunday-school teacher, who repeatedly lied to me, conned me out of my savings so I had to get food vouchers from the uni student guild to eat, and took off with half my DVD collection, but I have had some good experiences with men too! Haven’t I? Oh god…

Warning: My imagination rocks!

“I’m going out pacing in the backyard for a bit”, I told my housemate, while clutching my book and heading for the back door.
“Pacing?” she asked, confused.
“Yes, pacing. I have discovered that it is easier to meditate if I give my conscious mind something to do, so it doesn’t continually distract me from my visualisations”.
“Oh, okay then”.
And thus began my first day of conscious, walking meditations. I also find it particularly good for helping me to stay in my body, rather than drifting away like I am well renown for. (What can I say? - being in a human body terrifies me oftentimes).

My task for today- practicing exercises from a book called “Psychic Protection” by William Bloom.

I paced as I read, treading carefully barefoot around the backyard, while noticing the pulse in each place in my body that I focused on.

I practiced some breathing exercises while pacing slowly, becoming aware of each breath filling and exhaling from my lungs.

Why was I so frightened?
Had all the stress and bother of being trapped into a muggle’s life as a struggling university student affected me that much? I felt knocked off centre for most of the time over the past few months, with all the mundane difficulties I had been facing. Now I feel like I am finding my centre… my “groove” again.

I built myself a psychic bubble…

“There are definitely times when it is appropriate to be able to protect ourselves from external vibrations. Sometimes people are sceptical about this and say, ‘Doesn’t this mean that you are encouraging people to escape reality and to withdraw from relationships?’ My reply to this is that life is not easy. There are times when we are overwhelmed or need some extra space. At these times we should be free to use strategies that will make life easier for us- and then we can deal more effectively with what is happening. When it is raining, we wear raincoats; this does not mean that we are soft and avoiding reality. It is sensible and we take them off when it stops raining”.

            - William Bloom (1999. Psychic Protection p.41).

When I once again felt safe enough to really be me, I unfolded my etheric fairy wings and extended them outward, until- ouch- they hit the wall. “I felt that!” I had to step forwards. I had forgotten how big they were!
The last time they were this ‘unfurled’ was during a psychic counselling session with Jacinta, earlier in the year. We had, (at that time- temporarily) uncovered some reasons why I didn’t feel safe (funny how now I don’t remember them). During this counseling process I reconnected with and spoke with my inner child-like fairy. I remember telling her that it was safe now, that I no longer had to remain bound by fears from the past. During this exercise I stood in a corner of my living room, clutching tissues and crying. (Don’t worry- that is often standard practice when having a body-psychotherapy session with Jacinta).
Something inside me suddenly shifted, and once I felt safe, I was amazed to see and feel a pair of giant silvery-light wings unfolding! They felt so real I had to move out of the corner so they could unfurl the whole way.
“Oooh fairy wings!” exclaimed my counsellor. (Jacinta is psychic and extremely well-attuned to her “extra sensory” abilities).
“They are so beautiful!” she exclaimed gleefully.
“Ok, so you can see them too? Oh good, it’s not just me then…”

Back to the present…
Here I was, walking between the worlds in my suburban backyard; wearing a giant pair of astral fairy wings and feelin’ kind of groovy.
I walked up to the hedge which my new housemate had recently butchered into “neatness” a few hours prior.
I had to step backward, because I could feel the plant’s pain. Perhaps this is why I have avoided coming back here for so long, and had chosen instead to get distracted by numerous mundane dramas in the physical world. If you felt as sensitive as I did, you would probably be scared to be fully present in your body too!
There are certain advantages to being between the worlds though- certain things I find easier to do here than while dealing with the distractions of ‘muggledom’.
I raised my hand -it was all shimmery- and I swept a blessing of green healing light across the hedge, to speed its healing and new growth. I “saw” some of the little folk (-dare I say it- FAIRIES!-) weeping, then I noticed clusters of tiny orange berries, upon which played -for lack of a better phrase- ‘baby fae folk’. I said ‘hi’ to them (as you do).
I realised that I had not been back here for some time (has it really been over a year?)
I closed my eyes and put out a psychic plea.
“I need guidance. Please help me”.
I immediately saw in my mind the image of a book which I had picked up years earlier in a second hand bookstore, but which I had yet never read. I received my answer in the form of a sudden inner “knowingness” that I needed to find and read this book. In my mind I was shown exactly which box it was in, amidst the many boxes stacked beneath my house.
“Thankyou for your assistance”.
I found the box I had seen in my mind’s eye and upon opening it up, sure enough, there, sitting in the exact place within the box as I had envisioned it-
‘A Witch’s Guide to Faery Folk’ by Edain McCoy.

P.S. You may think I am totally crazy, but I’m not sure I care anymore. I obviously have many friends who are just as crazy because they can see and speak with fairies too. I’m not alone. As you might expect it has been very hard talking about this with many people, and therefore I normally don’t. Last night, I told someone that I stopped caring what people thought of me a looong time ago. But perhaps this is not so true?
I have since realised that all I can really ever be is myself. I deserve better than to live a life of fear. It can’t be healthy to keep covering up who I really am- especially to myself! Even if speaking of these experiences mean that I finally scare all the boys away and shall be single forever, then so be it! Better to be true to myself than to live a lie.

Okay, first I find it my duty to edumacate everyone about the real Halloween (briefly). Um, the short version…

Halloween was originally- and still is in some circles- an ancient pagan festival, also known as “Samhain”. It is the beginning and end of the Witches’ Year. And to make it confusing, in the Southern Hemisphere (Australia- that’s us!) it is actually a “Greater Sabbat” that occurs on the first of May (So happy New Years’ for then!) However, in the Northern Hemisphere (which includes America) it occurs- you guessed it- on October 31st.

But hey, I am no party pooper. If people want to party along with the Americans, I won’t get in their way… as long as I can join in, and there are lollies!!

So when some trick-or-treaters knocked on our door on Oct 31st, my housemate, her visiting friend, and I, got a bit carried away and decided to have an impromptu spur-of-the-moment (fake-)Halloween party. One of the perks to living with a costume designer is that there is always a supply of costumes ready for every occasion!

Check out the funness that we had!

See… I don’t only video myself ;p

Beware if you are ever caught out in an ambulance when I have my digital camera on hand! Several days ago my housemate Narelle had a bit of a medical emergency and had to be taken to the emergency room. I got to ride up front in the ambulance- along with my school bag full of uni books and notes to finish my assignment (it was due the following day and I still had lots to do… “what do you mean it’s illegal to plug my laptop into the wall at the hospital? Surely there is some sort of wireless internet hub thingy around the place?….no?… oh crap”).

Since I couldn’t finish my assignment I found something even ‘funner’ to do… film EVERYTHING!

And some video interviews!…
(Note: these will open in a new window. They are mpeg-4 format.
If you can’t see them let me know and I’ll try to put it
in another format or help you fix your machine so it will play it

P.s. See if you can find my made-up word of the day somewhere in these videos!