Space Fairy Blog

I’m wondering why almost everyone I know is on some kind of antidepressant or anti-anxiety medication, and the rest are suffering from chronic stress-related illnesses and get sick too often to be normal. (I’m including myself here too). I am rapidly coming to the inescapable conclusion that when everyone is sick, perhaps it’s not us as individuals to blame. We all think that something is wrong with us. But when everyone and everything is sick, maybe it’s not us at all. Maybe the world we’re living in is sick. We’re natural beings trying to fit into an unnatural world. Everyone raves about modern society with all its trappings and systems of efficiency being so great. But if it’s so great then why is everyone sick and on drugs trying desperately to barely “survive”. Think about it.

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!

This morning on my way to work I saw a guy outside in the pouring rain, smoking a cigarette while hanging out washing.

Then my bus ride into the city took and hour and a half rather than the usual 20 minutes. Late for work again ;p

Then I bought a coffee and they gave me a dodgy lid so that it spilled all over me and the showroom floor at work when I eventually arrived.

What a weird day!

My passion is inspiring people to live magickal, joy- filled lives. I am now creating the largest “book temple” (that’s book shop- I love books!) on the Internet, specializing in tools designed to inspire people from all over the world to live their best lives imaginable!
I have some really big ideas, and the passion to make it happen. I’ve got most of the skills I’ll need, and I’m outsourcing the rest. I am a marketing goddess. I’ve done my business and market research, and I’m really excited because this is going to be HUGE!

The website is almost ready to go, the suppliers are lined up, the offline publicity efforts sorted, and I’ve already got future customers (“fans”) knocking down my door waiting for
me to get started. The logistics are sorted, the technology set up, the business and marketing plan almost ready to go, and the home office will be set up when my new fiancé and I move into our first home next month (excitingness!)

Of course I don’t yet have all the funding required to actually get totally set up yet but that’s just a minor detail, soon to be rectified as I am quite creative and resourceful (and majored in Creative Industries and Business Entrepreneurship at university- not that all of it was that useful it turns out).

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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 ~ 

The reason why the homes of incarnated fairies are always messy is because they still carry a strong disposition to living amidst nature… with leaves landing wherever the wind carries them (it may seem disorderly but in reality it’s all perfect) and where twigs fall onto the forest floor and it’s okay for them to stay there (indeed, it’s actually preferred that they stay there because it makes great compost).

The whole “Stepford Wives”- kind of perfect modern home with everything in it’s place as humans have proclaimed it- now that is unnatural.

P.S. Today I learned how to make Plasma using my microwave oven

Random easter- themed funness. Enjoy!

Scene One:

ANZ Stadium, Brisbane (Apparently Michael Jackson played here once…)

The Speech I was meant to say:

“Hi, I’m Melinda Maxfield. I am a networker, uni student and soon-to-be author. Jenny and Arthur are amazing business mentors. They have repeatedly gone out of their way to help me, and this has included driving up from the Gold Coast to Brisbane twice a week to counsel me while helping me to start my team. They are awesome and I really appreciate everything they’ve done for me…”

(Now I am on stage, I notice that among those giving me a standing ovation are 30+ multi-millionaires sitting in the front row, followed by half a team of really hot looking professional footballers whom I’ve previously only seen on TV…)

So, What I said instead:

“I have no idea what it was I was going to say… but I’m really excited to be here!!”

(Cheering and wild applause!)

…and off goes giggly Mel to find the nearest Toastmasters meeting…

Today I ate lunch with the Brisbane Broncos (including their manager). I’m still not sure who they all are but at this rate I’m likely to get to know them better. I still dislike sports.

Today I had lunch with Darren Lockyear, and I didn’t know who he was. Pete will never let me live this one down.

P.S. Still alive, still keeping busy…

Find out what 99% of the population are doing…

Then do the exact opposite!

(and when they criticize you -and they will, you will know that you’re onto a good thing)

Well, I’ve successfully managed to go a whole week without video-documenting something. Hooray! (My friends convinced me to stay away from video blogging while recovering from dental surgery this time).

But what will I distract myself with if I’m not making documentary videos about random stuff?

Facebook.
…Feel the addictiveness.

It kind of shits me that Superwall has become yet another avenue to spread meaningless forwarded drivel/ aka spam rather than being an avenue for conversation and relationship building [over the internet] which I suspect it was originally intended to be (…or something like that).

Tonight’s my favourite marketing lecturer’s birthday, and that got me thinking about all the cool stuff she taught us about Integrated Marketing Communication, and how marketing has to change from the obsolete methods of yesteryear; Niche marketing vs. mass marketing; 1 on 1 relationship building rather than blanket advertising which treats everyone like a faceless clone. They have no choice if they want to sell stuff now. Generation-Y public caught onto what they were doing before, and are naturally suspicious of mass advertising (or of anyone who assumes they understand their individual needs and wants when clearly they don’t).

Anyway, I was thinking that all the forwarded chain letters on Facebook are kinda like the mass marketing of yesteryear which everyone hates so much (kinda like it but not). It’s the whole “lets send a bunch of stuff out to hundreds of random people to make it look like we care about them as a person, but really we don’t give an arse, as long as they see it comes from us and hence they think of us-albeit briefly- so as to increase our brand awareness”. Am I right??

P.S. Just to be crazy/ random, here’s me with a sparkly pink butterfly and a boat I’m thinking of buying…

WTF?!

Welcome to Friday night at the club…

• Having to remind drunk men that I am ONLY A WAITRESS and should they wish to book a stripper, please see reception
• Working behind the bar with minimal training and almost zero knowledge of alcohol (”how the hell do you make…”)
• STRIPPER FIGHTS! in the back room (how amusing)
• Having several hot guys try to give me their phone number, and actually exercising some SELF CONTROL for perhaps the first time in my life when it comes for men (It’s all about setting BOUNDARIES ;p)
• Being invited to Saudi Arabia (I haven’t had that one before!)
• Being asked repeatedly to dance (with my clothes on) because apparently I’m prettier than all the strippers and they only want to see me. Really? Awww shucks… I’m still not doing it! ;p
• Being told by countless men that my boyfriend is the luckiest guy on earth (hope he knows it

So why the hell am I working at a gentlemen’s club?!? I was wondering the same thing… then I counted my tips for the night…

Almost $100 in tips for a few hours work.

(It sort of makes up for the interestingness! ;p)

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

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! 

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.

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!

In the spirit of me making a fool of myself for entertainment purposes…

This is why you shouldn’t attempt to make video blogs when you are high on pain medication…

(P.S. I am not a cyborg… that thing on the side of my face is a Magnabloc therapeutic magnet which replaced the pain meds that were making me delerious. And for the record, they worked better too! P.P.S. If you want to try some I can hook ya up