Space Fairy Blog

Well, Kali totally came through for me. Less than two days after my last post, the situation was totally sorted to the benefit of all. I’m now working part time (win-win for all), and organised the most awesome engagement party ever, despite having absolutely no money. (Videos & piccies coming soon- or see my Facebook). See- magick really does work, YEAHH!!!

I walked out of my job today, because I felt sick. (I’ve also been feeling very stressed of late).

I came home and did some Japa meditation, or “Getting in the Gap” as Dr. Wayne Dyer would call it.

I meditated on some of the different names of the Goddess, as part of the invocation made many years ago with my (ex) coven sisters, as we chanted in unison and danced around the sacred circle, raising energy. “Isis…Astarte…Diana…Hecate…Demeter…Kali…Inanna…”

On this day I particularly identified with Kali, which is hardly surprising considering the recent circumstances of my life, and my recent longing to leave my current job and replace it with something much better, much more “me”, much more on the path of my sacred mission.

Anyhow, “Kali is the goddess of the endings of cycles, the death and transformation energy that lets go of the old and brings in the new” (-Doreen Virtue, PhD. in Archangels & Ascended Masters). And she is exactly who I needed to speak with today.

After invoking her I felt the immediate urge to do an impromptu releasing ceremony (-something which I haven’t done in a while, and which I usually used to perform on a full moon. But desperate times…)

I won’t tell you exactly what the spell was (or I’d weaken it) but it involved writing that which I wished to release and transform on a piece of paper, which I then set alight inside my cauldron (well it’s a metal cooking pot actually, but it does the trick) before scattering the ashes away as I released that which I no longer need.

It’s a very cathartic process. I highly recommend it Now we wait and see what happens…

Oh- I also used the Archangel Oracle Cards and asked the Archangels and Ascended Masters to remind me of my life’s purpose, and lo and behold my old friend the “Creative Writing” card is the first one that shows up. (Yeesss, I knoooow already!…oh yeah).

P.S. The angels also told me to write all of this down so here it is. Have a magickal day!

(Reading by myself, for myself, using the
“Magical Messages from the Fairies Oracle Cards” by my teacherDoreen Virtue)

• 3 Card Spread
  • “Pregnancy”
  • “Practice, Practice, Practice”
  • “Perfect Timing”
• I was pondering: my whole stressful situation recently with my desire to make positive career and life changes (but feeling trapped by my job and lack of money, which, combined with all my stressing, and the big life change of moving house recently, has left me feeling unbalanced and temporarily depressed).
• What to do about it/ The Answer: Do a bit and practice everyday so that I don’t feel overwhelmed. Make positive changes one step at a time, day by day in the direction of my dreams.
• Where I’m headed if I follow the guidance of the 2nd card: My dreams will come true in Perfect Timing (I was a little fuzzy on this one at first).

Then, when I asked for additional guidance about this reading I got:

• “Summer” (”Everything that you’re asking for becomes yours in the Summertime…”) “You’ve drawn this card because you wonder when your desires will manifest. This card represents the reassurance that your wishes have been heard, and divine timing is clearing the way for your answered prayers to come to you at the perfect time. In this case, you’ll fully realise your dreams in the Summer”

• (Additional Notes: While randomly shuffling, the “Son” card popped up a couple of times, but its meaning perplexed me, so I ignored it. I was a bit concerned that it showed up in the same reading as the pregnancy card though!)

I am an Empress! I must say this is hardly surprising

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Until one is committed, 

there is hesitancy, 

the chance to draw back, 

always ineffectiveness. 

Concerning all acts of initiative 

there is one elementary truth, 

the ignorance of which kills 

countless ideas and endless plans: 

That the moment one definitely commits oneself, 

then providence moves, too. 

All sorts of things occur to help one 

that would never otherwise have occurred. 

A whole stream of events issues from the decision, 

raising in one’s favor all manner of 

unforeseen incidents and meetings and 

material assistance which no man 

could have dreamed would come his way. 

Whatever you can do or 

dream you can, begin it! 

Boldness has genius, power, 

and magic in it. 

~ Goethe ~ 

There are stirrings on the etheric plane that something big is coming. It’s on the table; in the works, but I’m not quite ready yet to say what it is.

But it’s going to be HUGE… hopefully……

but if not, at least it will be SUPER FUN

At Christmas I visited the town where I grew up, in the Blue Mountains (west of Sydney). I hadn’t been back there in 10+ years. I climbed down a freak’n mountain! (Enjoy the photos!) Recently I discovered an old school assignment, which gives perfect insight into what the Blue Mountains means to me. As you can see I have been into fairies for a long time!

In my home town Katoomba, on top of a cliff, I am but a child. At the bottom of the cliff, on the rainforest floor, I am transformed. The Scenic Railway carriage that rides vertically down the mountain is a magical vessel traveling through the veil between the worlds. When my ride has cleared the dark tunnel through the rocks, I emerge into the sunlight feeling freer and more magical than before.

The world up there is about primary school, homework, and teachers, but down here it is my world where I am the Fairy Queen of the Blue Mountains. Down here is my playground, where I swing on vines like Tarzan; it is my music hall, where I listen to the symphony of hundreds of species of birds; it is my art gallery, where I admire the unusually shaped rocks that have been carved out by the wind and running water; and it is my mystery school, where I learn the ancient esoteric wisdoms and the magickal arts, that are whispered to me on the wind.

Lyrebirds pick at the leaves in the damp earth. Sunshine filters through the treetops high above me. The air here is the freshest you will find anywhere in New South Wales, and perhaps even Australia. Away from the tourist tracks, there are no other people here- it’s just me, the trees, the bush animals, and the fairies. Moss covered rocks line a clear pool where water gushes from a crack in the wall above it. This is my magickal fairy well. Whoever drinks of these waters shall enjoy eternal life. My fairy friends dart around me; they are dancing on the surface of the water and jumping amidst the green stones. A freshwater yabby crawls across the bottom of the pool. The fairies scatter away so they don’t get eaten.

I leave the area that the tourists know about and walk alone into the wilderness. I’m not afraid of getting lost. This is my home. This is my blood. I feel safe here. I could curl up and go to sleep on a rock amongst the ferns and the birds, who are my friends, would alert me of any danger.

There is an old mine-shaft, guarded by thick iron bars. At one time, during the shale-mining era, this entrance led to a tunnel that ran deep underneath this mountain and exited into the Megalong Valley. My dad said there were glow worms inside. He saw them when he came here to play as a boy, before the bars were put here in the 70’s. My dad even crawled inside here and signed his name on an old metal coal skip that he found. I wonder if it’s still there, and if he saw the underground fairy kingdom that some say lies beneath this mountain.

Every now and then, while playing down here, I’d find another piece of history. Metal cables lie half buried in the earth, which have been here since the days of the original aerial ropeway, called “The Flying Fox”, in 1885. I find pieces of the metal cable that snapped, when the whole thing came crashing down to earth here over one hundred years ago. Nearby lies an old metal skip that has not moved since the day it fell from the sky. It’s still full to the brim with coal. I wonder why, in all this time, no one has tried to retrieve this mess, which is scattered throughout the entire valley. Then I remember that I’m in the middle of the rainforest, far away from human civilisation. Mum would freak if she realised how far I’d come, alone.

Nearby, back on the tourist track, is the base of the Great Landslide. Looking upward to the top of the cliff makes me dizzy it’s so high. I’m surrounded by boulders the size of houses. Standing here makes me a little nervous as there is still a minor split in the earth far above me; however my dad proclaimed it safe enough the day he stepped over the deep split then jumped up and down on the protruding rock like he was daring it to fall. You’d think that someone who grew up around cliffs wouldn’t be afraid of heights, but not me. I was so petrified; I closed my eyes until he returned safely to solid land. There hasn’t been a major rock fall here since the 1930’s, but I can’t help thinking that the evil bush wizards might see this as an opportunity to rid this land of its beloved fairy queen. Afraid, I hurry through the rubble- laden path, and emerge to where the path is clear, triumphant again that I have evaded the curse of the evil rock wizard.

Nearby is my own private mining station where, alongside my minion of elves and dwarves, I dig for stones and fossils. These magickal rocks are characterised by the imprint of fossilised leaves. I will later carry the best of these specimens back home with me to the top of the cliff, back to the normal realm, and use them as part of the spells and magickal potions that I like to mix up in my backyard. I’d then write the results of these spells, things like “I made the wind change direction”, into my handmade magickal spell book, written in the invisible ink of lemon juice. This made much more sense to me than pointless activities like watching television.

 When playtime was over in my mystical kingdom on the forest floor, I’d take my latest fossil finds and any other treasures I found, like brightly coloured bird feathers, and ride back up the side of the cliff, and out through the magickal cave.

At the top there are people bustling all around the tourist centre. Happy families taking photographs and buying souvenirs. I say goodbye to my aunt who works at the ticket booth, then head towards my home, which is on the highest hill on top of the cliff.

The tourists think they know the Blue Mountains after buying a map and going for a bushwalk along the designated tracks. But they have no idea what is really down there, or of my secret playing spots. If they did, then I, the Fairy Queen of the Blue Mountains, would have an awful lot of human refugees in my kingdom.

Lately, everytime I’ve started thinking about writing a new blog post, I feel slightly lost for words and overwhelmed with the possible choices of news to write about. You see, I’ve got a lot going on in my life right now. I am undertaking tremendous  change and personal growth at the moment, which while I’m still in the midst of, I cannot even begin to put into words eloquently what I am currently experiencing except to say… WOW!!

Super-Super-Brief rundown of where I’m at, without explaining much:

• Awesome boyfriend. I once suspected that I hated men. Now I think that my “anti-man barriers” have been melted forever (and it’s a good feeling!)
• My awesome new marketing business! This is going swimmingly so far (well from my perspective it is, and let’s face it, it’s all about perspective. I’m learning HEAPS)
• Finding my fantastic business mentors. This is something which successful people have done through the ages, so I thought, “Hey- why not me aswell!”
  I have since befriended the most amazing group of successful entrepreneurs, and at the moment I am recieving mentoring and “business training” from a lovely South African living on the Gold Coast. Recently they have been travelling up to Brisbane as much as twice a week, specifically to help me get started in my business (incidentally, they also have a partial stake in my future success- which is also good incentive!)
• A new attitude towards life, thanks to the business training program I have been immersed in lately. I have been getting up at 5:30am to jog in the park, and I haven’t watched TV in weeks! (Which I’m totally NOT missing by the way!)

I recently found a name for the condition which has plagued me all of my life…

(From Steve Pavlina.com)

“One obstacle that traps a lot of highly conscious people is what Erin and I call Lightworker Syndrome.  This is what happens when someone wakes up to a higher level of consciousness, but they can’t figure out how to live on purpose and feed themselves at the same time.  Such people have a lot of trouble staying connected to higher levels of consciousness while also remaining solidly grounded in the physical world.  Many of them get so frustrated with the experience they become depressed and have feelings of wanting to give up and just “go home” (i.e. return to the nonphysical world).”

Hello! Me me me *puts hand up*…

Spiritual connectedness vs. physical groundedness

“These troubled lightworkers often feel they must compromise:  either stay connected up top and be totally ungrounded, or lose that higher connection and become more grounded.  But this is a really tough compromise, so many of them oscillate back and forth, never quite sure which is the right way to go.

Consequently, these lightworkers either do empty work they don’t enjoy but which pays OK, or they do purpose-centered work that hardly pays anything.  They end up sacrificing either their purpose or their income, since it’s very, very challenging to satisfy both at the same time.  But this either-or decision takes a toll in the long run.  It’s hard to stay on purpose if you’re worried about paying the rent, and it’s hard to generate good income if your work doesn’t inspire you”.

Story of my life! 

Fearing your own power 

“The reason you can’t maintain your stable connection to Source AND remain grounded at the same time is that you’re afraid of what it will mean if you succeed…”

“I know a lot of would-be lightworkers are concerned they can’t make a living pursuing their purpose.  I didn’t have that problem though.  I felt confident I could make a living at it somehow.  What really held me back was whether I felt comfortable doing it at all.  My real fear was:  What’s going to happen if this actually works?  What if I succeed?”

“Whenever I see a broke lightworker, I invariably see an underlying fear of success. ”

“I’m sure you’ve heard the expression, “With great power comes great responsibility.”  And that is exactly what lightworker syndrome sufferers fear most.  They fear that if they actually succeed, they’ll have a lot of responsibility on their shoulders.”

Overcoming fear of responsibility 

“I admitted to myself that I had the internal resources to be doing much better, but I was holding myself back.  I knew I wasn’t doing my best, but why not?  I wasn’t doing my best because I wasn’t ready to accept the consequences of doing my best.

If I really did my best, I’d have a bigger impact.  I’d draw a lot of people to me.  I’d end up with a lot of responsibility.  Scary.”

 Position vs. power

“If I don’t exercise my power, it doesn’t mean I’m powerless.  It just means I’m inactive.

I thought to myself, “Crap!  I’ve been thinking all this time that I’m staving off power (and thus responsibility) by declining to act.  But all I’m really doing is giving up control.  If I have the potential, then I have the power, which means I have the responsibility too, whether I act on it or not.”  Failure to act does NOT relieve one of responsibility.

It was then that I had an epiphany.  I realized I could never escape responsibility by failing to act.  The only thing I could escape was control.  This is why I say you can give up control but never responsibility.  Responsibility is a given.”

The epiphanies keep coming… 

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

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!

Lately I have been reconnecting… to magick… and to myself.

Why is it, whenever I am sick, is when I most actively endeavor to reconnect with magick, and the Divinity within? Is it because normally I am too busy (a mere excuse!) and too wrapped up in life and being a university student to stay grounded? In the midst of chaos, it is all too easy to become uncentred, to fall out of the “flow” until- oh crap- I’ve disconnected again and attracted an ailment to remind me of where I’m supposed to be. Thankyoouuuu! I get the message…

My recovery this time around has involved a lot of de-stressing, a lot of inner-reflection, and a lot of creative visualisation. I have even taken the time out from uni to reconnect with my wiccan studies through Witchschool. (I’m a lifetime member. I find the structured lessons very helpful against my general unstructuredness (-made up word of the day!)

Here is a sneak peek into some of the things I have written in my witchy diary (Book of Light & Shadows) recently…

Magick is… entwining with the Divine.

I stand at the threshold between the world of magick and the world of the mundane.

To connect with magick is to come face to face with the Creator; to stare infinite possibilities straight in the eye.