Sunday, February 24, 2019
I may have taken this hiatus thing a bit far. Let's just say I've been processing, and I continue to do so. Right now there are no guarantees for regular updates as I am wading through a lot of emotional and interpersonal stuff.
Grief takes its own time. The odd thing about it is how time has been playing with me. After my grandmother passed I started thinking back on my childhood. It's not as if I ever forgot it, but most of it I hadn't thought of in years, almost like it was someone else's childhood. I had over the years scooped it up and put it in a room and quietly closed the door. I don't want to give the impression that I had a horrible childhood. I think it was rather standard. There was some bullying and a good bit of loneliness, but nothing traumatic.
What has been coming back particularly was my early childhood in Florida. I haven't lived there in over thirty years. I remember the holidays, singing in the choir (yes I really did that), going to catholic school, long summer days in the pool, and the feeling of coming rain. I also remember spending a week or two at my grandmother's house in Tennessee and catching fireflies in the evening (although we called them lightning bugs). I remember going to visit my great aunts and uncles and also the happiness of coming home again and diving into our pool. I can still picture the dust motes in our den in the late afternoon sun.
I left Florida when I was nine, and for the most part I didn't miss it too much as I didn't really have any friends there. I often wonder what life would have been like if we'd never moved. I'm glad I started there, but I don't think it would have served me to grow up there. I am certain I would not have become Thomas Mooneagle. I wouldn't have met the people that shaped me on my magical path. Not the person who first gave me the idea that it was possible, nor the ones that shared their knowledge and skill with me, and not the crucial ones who showed me kindness and believed in my goodness when I most needed it.
Why am I telling you this? Well there are gems hidden in the locked rooms of our memories. We can easily forget the deep feelings that once filled our bodies to bursting, both pleasant and otherwise. It is wise to open the door every so often and see how we've changed, what we've lost, and what we've gained. The perspective of time can even help us find peace with some of the more painful memories. The skills I've developed and use in my practice did not come about because I was a happy person. That is often true for many of us.
How about you? Have you locked the door to memory? Do you start your identity halfway through your life story and ignore the first few chapters? If Hollywood has taught us anything in the past decade it is that origin stories are powerful. What if your memories could be the fuel to reignite your inner fire? What if the door to the past was left ajar? Take a stroll down memory lane and see what you find.
Peace and Blessings,
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
I know it has been a few weeks. At some point I will get on a more regular blogging schedule again, but I've been giving myself the time I've needed to move through the changes I've had these past few months. Some things I can't yet write about in order to protect the guilty, but other things I certainly can.
This past weekend I took a road trip for work. I'd gotten a referral from a center about someone with entities and disturbances in their home. So I drove a couple hundred miles on Saturday to clean house. I try to avoid doing jobs like these that are so far away, the drive is tiring, and often so is the work itself. I took a friend with me who wants to train up so that they can field these sorts of cases in their neck of the woods. We arrived, we assessed, and we went about our business. The catch? Well the place wasn't really haunted, there were no 'demons' there to torment the client. The thing that was tormenting them was a phony psychic that had told them they were cursed and needed to purchase a $700 curse removal kit from them. Luckily they didn't bite, however they still ended up paying me for my time (not $700 worth I can guarantee) and my travel.
If there is one thing I despise perhaps above all others, it is when people take advantage of someone's fears or insecurities. I sincerely hope that this person's kit is worth the price because if there is justice in the world they will someday need it for themselves. They are lucky I don't know who they are. I wouldn't curse them, but I would make it my business to shine a light on their business dealings. I'm quite sure they don't want the kind of attention I can bring. To say I was furious is an understatement. When practitioners or more than likely phony practitioners try to scare up some business they make my job much harder. Once a person has it in their head that they are cursed the fear often will create circumstances to back up that belief. I can do my work and clear, but if they continue to carry the fear nothing anyone can do helps. Sometimes a person really does have a spiritual issue but due to past practitioners putting the 'Fear of God' (or the Devil) into them they never feel safe again. Yes there are many practitioners who should be wary of meeting me in a dark alley. (Liam Neeson is not the only one with skills).
So why am I telling you this? Well I wanted to share my frustrations with the charlatans in my field. I also wanted to share a word of warning. Beware those that would stoke your fears in order to make themselves look like your salvation. When working in the occult, as with other fields, prices and services should be transparent. I have a fee for me to go out and investigate, a portion of which will go towards any fee for any subsequent work I do. I have an hourly rate which I tell people about before I go. I let them know what to expect, and I try to be as honest as possible without going into unnecessary detail which would disturb their peace. If the person you are working with does not do those things you may want to think twice. Also give me their name...I'll be sure to pay them a courtesy call.
Peace and Blessings,