Spring Fools

Greetings all,

Well I have been a busy bee.  Above you see pictures from my spring equinox drum ceremony.  It had everything a budding thaumaturge could ask for:  two drummers for balance, one male one female, a dark and light drum, a clear and smoky crystal, cold and warmth, clouds and sun, and last but not least a man and his dog.

Monday the 20th was the equinox and I was of course dedicated to ceremony, but I was also on a time constraint.  For Monday is my do everything day.  I clean, I do laundry, I teach, and I goto the gym.  It's why I never schedule clients on that day.  Shamanic practitioner I may be, but the toilet isn't going to scrub itself, nor the laundry wash itself.  So in between loads of laundry I scampered off to a local park.  I met with one of my teachers there and I set up my altar space.  Just as we were getting started an older man walked by with a little dog, and my teacher a consummate dog lover asked, "What kind of dog is she?"

I have often written about the power of questions, and what they can unleash into the world.  I had no concept of what was to follow.  I should note beforehand, that I am always a little trepidatious about performing ceremony in what amounts to public space.  I never know who will be around, if they will honor the space, or if they will be belligerent and start spouting religious dogma at me.  In this case I needn't have worried.  The man whom I shall call Mr. J. was extremely friendly, curious, and courteous.  He obviously was very kind natured and loved to talk with people.  Indeed he kept us talking for at least twenty minutes, and even asked us about what we were doing.  I was vague on the details, but simply said we were celebrating the incoming season of spring.  He wanted to know more, and so I meted out little bits of information all the while quite conscious of the time ticking away and becoming more and more anxious.  I finally gave up and just let him meander on his conversational track until it seemed like he was at its conclusion.  I remembered this is ceremony and whatever happens will happen for a reason.

Mr. J. departed taking his little dog home.  We very quickly moved into ceremony.  Now here is the very interesting bit.  When I arrived it was quite raw and wet out.  It didn't feel like spring at all.  I was regretting not having ear muffs.  Well about midway through the ceremony the sun started to peak out.  All of the sudden the gray overcast light was peeled back to reveal the bright yellow light of spring.  By the time we'd finished the drumming, the temperature had moderated considerably.  It felt a good 10 degrees warmer.  It was as if spring had arrived at the apex of the ceremony.  Perfect in its timing I was glad I had indulged Mr. J., for if we had started when we first intended we would have missed the transformation from winter to spring.  Instead our drumming seemed to be plugged into the exact moment when the seasons changed.

Later on that day as I was busily seeing to my chores before teaching I realized something else about our encounter.  Mr. J. had been the living archetype of the Fool from the tarot.  Now don't misunderstand, I'm not insulting him.  I don't mean fool as someone who is ignorant or stupid.  I am referring to the open innocence that the Fool card can possess.  It is the wild card of the major arcana.  It is the zero card, the void, and is one face of the divine.  The Fool is also lucky.  Often in the card he (or sometimes she) is depicted with a little dog heading off into the world beneath  the sun, innocent to any dangers on the path ahead, and so they are open to new experiences.  Looking back I can't even be sure Mr. J. was actually there and not a spirit in disguise meant to test our courtesy while helping us to be in sync with the energies of seasonal transformation.  I have been told that the old stories still walk amongst us in our world.

So why am I telling you all this.  Well are you ever in such a hurry or so tied to a schedule that you miss the magic that is trying to happen for you?  Do you treat others as an inconvenience rather than an invitation?  Are you aware of those moments when the balance changes and something new begins?  Well maybe it is time to slow down your agenda and greet what is coming to you right now.  Here we stand at the doorway of spring.  What unforeseen forces are stalking you for your higher good?  Will you snap out of your controlled routines to see the mystery that hunts for your heart?  Will you capture the magic by letting go of the reins to your plans?  Try just for a few days, and maybe one of the old stories will find you.  Maybe you'll meet dear Mr. J. and then, well that's another story.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Beneath the Surface

Greetings all,

I hope you had a great week.  I'll be honest the time change really punched my clock in more ways than one this week, and the next ten days for me is going to a blur of activity.  I'll be teaching my normal four Tai Chi classes as well as hosting the monthly Local Chapter of the Monroe Institute meditation, speaking at local meditation group, teaching another Qi Gong class at the Louisville Salt Cave, and facilitating a four hour workshop on runes.  This whole month has been that way with clients too.  I'm grateful for the sudden influx of opportunities, just hoping I can space them a bit more wisely in the future.

I"ve been trying to reconnect with my deeper mysteries this year.  People keep coming to me with more complicated and heavy issues and so I'm upping my game by returning to my magical roots.  What I am noticing as I delve back into my divinatory tools and otherworldly interactions is just how much I actually pick up on subconsciously.  There are many times I will do something in a session, or in my life spontaneously for no apparent reason.  It is only in looking back after the fact that I realize I made the perfect move for what was about to occur.  This has shown up as I review old dream journals too, as I am realizing part of me at least is very in touch with what is going to happen beforehand (sometimes by years).

This unconscious preparedness should have me more excited, but truthfully it would be nice to know what I know more often.  For one thing it would improve my confidence level and lower my anxiety. Intuition is a subtle thing, and in my case it likes to fly under the radar.  There are reasons why I use cards, runes, and other divination tools to focus.  Having a little bit of structure actually gives me the freedom to range out with my senses.  A starting point is kind of important if you're trying to get someplace.  Now I have random bits of information pop into my head all the time but stringing them together into a coherent reference of meaning is where the work comes in.

Now I don't mean to complain about running on the equivalent of psychic autopilot.  I'm actually rather pleased once I figure out that I did something on purpose, even if I didn't know it at the time.  What I realize is that my need to make all these senses more conscious is part of my effort to be "in control".  Of course we could just as easily call it my addiction to the illusion of control.  Oddly the more I let go of control, the more things flow, and the more access I have to my intuitive faculties.  So the only reason to try and look in control is for appearance sake....basically marketing.  I really should give that up, marketing is not one of my strong points.

So why am I telling you this?  Well perhaps like me your guidance is just fine and you're not aware of how pervasive its positive influence is on you.  Many of us have such a strong image in our heads of what being psychic or intuitive means we may be blocking our natural tendency to find our way in the dark.  What if we let go of trying to prove to ourselves over and over again that we're plugged in?  If you are part of this world, you're connected even if you don't know it.  How our guidance shows up for us is going to be very individual thing and trying to compare how it shows up to for you as opposed to anyone else is futile.  I suggest we all just chill and run with our natural inklings.  We can always analyze after the fact.  Once we start to trust that some part of us knows what it's doing, it becomes easier for us to access more pieces of the puzzle.  So as you move through your week, keep stock of the things that turned out right.  How many of those happened because you just did one thing that you didn't think about until later?  You may start to see the patterns of awareness hidden beneath the surface of your everyday life.  You may start to see yourself living both within time and outside of it. You may even see down the deep well of the self to the light you carry within.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Impress Me Warrior

Greetings all,

I hope you had a blessed week.  I've certainly been hopping.  I've had many meetings, clients, and classes to keep me on the go.   My next goal is to get started in the studio again so that I can get my hands in clay.

This week has not all been about building though.  As has been happening across the land, violence has come to my home.  For those of you that aren't aware there has been a rash of bomb threats against synagogues and Jewish community centers across the nation.  I myself happen to teach one of my Tai Chi classes at a JCC in my city.  There seems to be a concerted effort by white nationalists (American Nazis) to terrorize the Jewish community.  They are not alone in receiving this kind of treatment, mosques have been similarly threatened, and at times even destroyed.  The only point of light in this has been the response from both Muslims and Jews who have reached out in support of one another.

 This is a dark time in the USA.  Those that have kept to their dark corners feel emboldened to gather and attack minorities.  I have seen articles with footage from rallies that are calling for a liberal genocide, and the deporting of Jews and Muslims.  People around me who are conservative are telling me it's all being blown out of proportion, but most of these are white Christians who haven't had their places of worship threatened, or worse burnt down.  In the midst of this all we keep hearing from on high is more chest thumping and spouting of militaristic and violent rhetoric.  People are aligning behind the, "Might makes right," argument.  With our country's love affair with firearms and recent shootings of immigrants I am to say the least, a bit disgusted.

There seems to be some misconception that the ability to destroy makes someone powerful.  Well it doesn't.  Any idiot can blow something up, or shoot something, or light a fire, or smash a window.  It takes no imagination, skill, or innate strength to destroy.  Destruction is easy.  Destruction is for wusses.  If you want to impress me, build something.  Create something elegant.  Look at the picture above.  The glass canopy is exquisite and delicate.  As challenging as it was to make that canopy, it would be extraordinarily easy to break it.  Creating something takes at least ten times the energy and skill that ruining it does.  Small minds can't conceive, so they attack and smash.  

 I am finding it harder to muster up any respect for those in this world who take pride in what they can smash.  They strut around thinking they're better because they know how to kill, maim, or take something apart.  Perhaps I am being a bit judgmental, but I really feel that we need a change of culture.  We need a new idea of what a warrior is.  Back in the long ago, the warriors were the hunters and guardians of our tribal ancestors.  Their strength was used to preserve and protect the people and what they had created.  We revered that ability and strength not for its own merit, but for what it provided the community.  Now we have separated physical ability from service, glorifying it for its own selfish use.  Whom do we honor most, firemen or athletes?  Do we honor our veterans or do we worship mixed martial artist champions?  Who is stronger, the weightlifter, or the woman giving birth?  The warrior archetype has been co-opted by the cult of masculinity, and has lost much of its original meaning and power.

So why am I telling you this?  Well we all have a piece of this culture within us.  We must ask ourselves what we honor?  When we think of the warrior are we worshipping power over others, or  the power to protect others?  How do you define strength?  When I asked that question did you immediately think of a tall well built man?  Do you think of women as strong?  I'll be honest with you most of my examples of strength came from women I have known.  So this week as you walk through the world spend time acknowledging the strength in the hands that have grown your food, that have taught children to read, that have cared for aging relatives, that have woven the cloth in your garments, and that have solved problems with the skill of their minds.  Warriors are needed in this dark time, but warriors need to impress us with what they can create.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Return to Innocence

Greetings all,

I hope you've had a good week.  I've just been running trying to keep up with rate that things are changing.  The more things change, the more things change.  Ah you thought I was going to say "The more things change the more they stay the same."  Well I used to think my life moved in cycles, but now I am beginning to think it moves in spirals.  I have yet to discover if those spirals are going outward or deeper within.  However considering the complex physics of my mind and dreamscapes I wouldn't put it past my destiny to do both.

Innocence, a force that is simultaneously as powerful as a waterfall and as delicate as butterfly wings.  It is what we treasure and idealize in children.  Innocence in our culture is something we lose, indeed it is with great relish that some people seem to go about grinding that trait right out of those that don't abandon it quickly enough.  We also for some unknown reason seem to pair it with sexual awareness and experience, because natural processes are somehow impure and suspect. (I know what gives?)  I really don't define innocence in that way, I see it as more an open heartedness to the world, approaching life's experience with a degree of wonder, love, and gratitude.  Innocence is not ignorance in my book it is a simplicity of interaction.

Now when I came into magic working with others I was innocent.  I was trusting and open.  I wanted to get along with everyone and share all the wonders I was seeing.  It was the same reaction that I had  when encountering beings in spirit.  I was walking around in wonderland, well just like Alice I got into some trouble.  See when you're really innocent, you're not very discerning of people.  I had several years where I was repeatedly taken advantage of, and outright attacked and abused within the magical community.  The bloom was off the rose by then and I sort of retreated into myself.  I still encountered many people, some very good, but I wasn't very open with many people or indeed open much at all.

Some of you may think that this is all part of maturing, and learning to discern intent is definitely part of that.  Finding out where you belong, or at least where you don't belong is totally part of the growing into adulthood journey.  I don't think we should be wide open to every person and situation, because quite simply too many people (and beings) do not have our best interests at heart.  Still lately I've been thinking that I need to return to some of that simplicity and trust.  For one thing innocence is essential with working with the energies of Faery.  WAIT don't stop reading yet.  I swear this shit is real.  (Oh yeah my innocence is not exactly measured by how clean my vocabulary is because I can be a mouthy son of a bitch).  Working in the natural energies of Faery has for me been some of the most sacred and powerful magic I've ever experienced.  It is just so me, and yet as I have trained in more human systems of energy work I've spent less time with my dear cousins in the green realm.

Now to work with the faery you have to be in the right place in your heart otherwise it won't go well. You can't have ulterior motives.  You have to hold innocence when you're doing the work, or at least good hearted mischievousness, and really if you can manage both those things you'll be a rockstar in the toadstool circles.  People always ask me well what is faery magic good for which always struck me as odd.  To me the point of it was to work with them and to feel them with me as I moved through the world in a magical way.  That's not to say that it isn't useful, because they are masters at healing, manifesting, protection, and illusion.  They also inspire and delight.  To me they just make the world a better more awe inspiring place.

So why I am telling you all this?  Well whether you're in with the fey or not, it might be time to set aside those jaded reactions.  We are living in times of great change and upset.  These are the times when the legends can walk amongst us again.  If we wish to walk with them we'll have to shed some of the cynicism.  That doesn't meant we ignore our sense of things being fishy, but it does mean we should suspend our mindset until we get a clear feeling.  Instead of instantly rejecting something or someone, perhaps just thinking, "Well let's see which way this goes,", is more appropriate.  If you like me constantly find that you are holding yourself back then maybe it is time to let what is in you flow. Don't be shy about the yearnings of your heart.  Now is not the time to accept mediocrity, now is the time to return to the innocent expectation of great and good things.  If not now then when?  If not you than whom?  Just let your heart love, let your mind heal, and above all hold yourself like the shining star your body was forged in.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Fear's Harvest

Greetings all,

Well it seems lately we are all being given opportunities to test our skills in centering, releasing, and walking our talk.  We are also being given the chance to brave our fears.  As I often tell people there is no need to seek challenges, life shall provide them free of charge.

As I look back on my life I am sad to say that one of the greatest shaping forces has been fear.  It has been the reason for not speaking up, not joining in, pulling away from others, and for not boldly pursuing my dreams.  Beneath my calm seeming exterior there is often a battle raging to maintain my mellow.   I get very upset when people set out to harsh my mellow.  Don't harsh my mellow, I'll take it personally and I'm patient.  (See I can employ fear too).

What I have noticed in this past year or so is the heightening of fear to epic proportions in our culture.   With social media, a twenty four hour news cycle, and Neo-nazis in the White House,  there is plenty of reason to be anxious.   Yet let's be honest, we've had a love affair with fear for quite some time.  To be fair fear is useful.  It warns us of danger and prompts our fight or flight systems to get us out of trouble.  For the past sixteen years though fear has overruled any reason or argument in the United States.  Any time we are about to try and reclaim some of our surrendered liberties, the invocation of, "But the terrorists will get us if we don't let government shred the Bill of Rights,", is trotted out to the masses.  Once home of the free (if you were a white male that is) is now the leader in prison populations, and we're asking travelers about their religion as they enter the country.  Now some people will sound a call to arms about radical Islam, but where is the cry against radical white Christians that bomb abortion clinics or gun down people of color in their own houses of worship?  Imagine if the police or border patrol was asking you if you were Muslim, now maybe you think it's alright because there are terrorists that claim that as their religion, but what if they were asking you if you were a Jew?  Is that alright?  What if the police started asking what political party you belonged to?  Is that okay with you?

I'm sorry to be political, really I am that's not what I want my blog to be about.  There are plenty of bloggers that are more qualified to talk politics, but the climate we have showing up in our politics right now is one of fear.  Fear has been force fed to us since the dawn of this millennium.  Sure there were scary things that happened, but then we just went bat shit crazy with them.  We have actually created an environment through our reactions and overreach where we are more likely to experience the things we fear.  This didn't happen overnight.  We allowed ourselves to wallow in our terror and lead us by the nose.  We allowed the loud voices to overpower the voices of reason.  We allowed compassion to be gagged, while we stoked our anger to quell our fears.  Of course what we have now are angry scared people, quite a lot of them.

Mindful of patterns I see the way history's wheel is turning, and I am making sure I can get out before we start building public "showers" for our detainees.  Perhaps I am being led by my own fears there, but I am reminded of something the Tai Chi Grandmaster used to say, "Fear is a tremendous servant, but a lousy master."  It's a sound motivator for sure.  If you see me running I'm not working out, I'm evading danger.  In this it serves me, but if I am always running I will eventually collapse.  Fight or flight is only for immediate threats.  We have adopted it as our entire strategy for moving through the world.  We are building walls, while our roads and bridges crumble.  We are provoking other nations instead of building partnerships.  We are abusing the migrants, while produce rots in the fields.  We are afraid and looking for an enemy to project it upon so we can exterminate that fear.  We have been so conditioned by the power structures to be in a constant state of anxiety that many of us never even stop to see if our scapegoats make sense anymore.

I think we've been afraid of the wrong things.  We've been afraid of the other coming to destroy us, while ignoring the enemy within ourselves.  The terror of uncertainty that rules us has come to collect its harvest, and we're it.  We've become the terrorists, because fear is what we now spread.  There is such a loud angry part of me that wants to lash out and attack, but that of course is what is expected.  That which you oppose, you uphold.  Anger and fear go together.  We feed one to suppress the other.  It is okay to be afraid, but it is not a good place to make decisions from.

Why am I telling you this?  Well so many of you are feeling the fear right now.  You are angry at the direction we seem to be heading.  I'm not saying don't be afraid or angry.  I'm mad as hell right now, but I can't live in that space.  We have to come out of the fear reaction and start thinking and feeling clearly again.  We cannot let fear guide our hands or we will only create more fearful things.  The world is scary enough as it is, it doesn't need us to help it along.  We have to ask what kind of society do we want?  Do we want a society that has police grabbing our genitals outside of restrooms because we're afraid of sexual assault from the people peeing in the next stall?

So what do we do?  Well we have to start questioning everything.  We have to decide if perceived safety really is working for us, or is it just a farce to keep us in bondage.  We have to ask if we're coming from fear or compassion in our dealings with those different from ourselves.  We have to ask what our ideals are, and are our actions lining up with them?  This doesn't mean we don't pay attention to actual threats, but it does mean that threats don't get to live in our hearts and minds all day everyday.  If we allow that seed of fear to germinate, it shall burst forth from our spirits in all manner of miserable harvests.  So plant something else: curiosity, creativity, love, or wisdom.  Then maybe we won't have to fear the reaper.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Humility

Greetings all,

I hope your week was peaceful.  There have been waves of energy this week that I have noticed have been quite disruptive in my own life and the lives of those around me.  Perhaps it is the climate we live in, or it is just one of those energetic eddies that swirl about from time to time.

So lately I have been thinking about power, magic, and all the little pitfalls that come along with its use.  People are constantly coming up to me and telling me how lucky I am to be doing what I am doing and how much they want to do what I do.  First off  I am lucky to have the support that has allowed me to develop my gifts, but this didn't just happen overnight.  I acknowledge I am blessed with a certain degree of inborn talent, but it pales in comparison to other people I have met.  The largest net effect has been from my own consistent efforts to improve what I am able to do.  I practiced readings for literally a decade before I did them professionally, and there are days where I still feel like a newbie.  I had at least half a decade of practice with various healing techniques before I started charging for sessions.  The other skill I make my way with is Tai Chi, which I have practiced for 20 years but only started teaching in facilities (i.e. not just private classes for people I knew) four years ago.

 I am still clearly aware of the areas where my knowledge is lacking, and I want to keep it that way.
Don't take what I just said the wrong way.  I don't mean that I don't wish to improve, far from it.  However, I want to keep in perspective that all of my experience is quite small in the grand scheme of things.  This does pose some challenges on the standpoint of confidence, but I prefer that to the alternative.  I was remarking recently to someone that the local magical community can be very cliquish and even aggressive.  It all comes down to the ego.  Again not here to lambast the ego and suggest murdering it.  (We have a catch and release policy at the Church of the Mooneagle).  When you first start to experiment with magic or consciousness techniques it is exciting.  There is expansion, you start to realize just how many possibilities there are for you and your desires.  It is a huge rush, and it feels amazing.  Still we end up butting heads with others especially those who are also implementing power because we live in a universe of consensual reality.  We have to be pretty well balanced and emotionally clear as we continue along, otherwise it is just like giving the ego cocaine.  See the crazed picture of the Mooneagle Ego above, just add a dash of cosmic power without including soul searching and self reflection.  Most people want to leave that bit out.  Hell I would if I could, it isn't the fun part.  It is difficult to really look at yourself.  It hurts to peel back the layers of encrusted wards we have raised around our vulnerability.  To access the deepest power in yourself you have to go that place.  The place where you dare not look is the place you must look.

Why am I telling you this now?  Well I did need a blog topic for the week, but beyond that many of us are feeling the call to awaken to our own power right now.  We wish to be more effective and empowered.  I think that's awesome!  I do want to murmur a bit of caution to you as you flex your new found psychic muscles.  Keep looking at yourself and your motives.  Find what you are hiding from the world and yourself and really examine it.  If there is healing work to do start with yourself.  That is not to say you can't help those around you, but don't conclude that the paint is dry on the canvas of your psyche.  We are always growing and having our deep hurts rise to the surface, not to assail us but to be healed by us.  We must be humble as we embrace our own brand of magic, because we are all beings of light.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle

Faery Tails

Greetings all,

I hope you had a good week.  Mine has been interesting,  not in that Chinese curse way, "May you live an interesting life,", but just in the acceleration of feedback from dreams and omens.

In fairy tales things come in threes.  Three bears, three little pigs, three rooms filled with straw to be turned into gold, three gifts or blessings, and three witches (or wise women if you prefer).  For me when something appears three times  in a relatively short amount of time it is a signal that it isn't just a coincidence.  Somebody somewhere is trying to tell me something.  I have a somewhat tentative relationship with coyote.  As a fellow trickster I really want to trust him, but you know there are a lot of stories about him.  So far he's laughed at me, helped me extricate myself from my jobs (it's funny now), and right now I've actually petitioned him for help.  Yes I know, insanity, but these are not normal times.

Last week I dreamed I was on a walk heading to a dream meet up place (a location you meet with  other dreamers to dream walk silly).  On my way I encountered a mother coyote and 3 pups.  The three pups wanted to play with me.  So my attention was grabbed.  Animals in dreams tend to peak my interest due to my shamanic training.  I can hear my teacher in my head saying, "You should journey on that."  I will I promise, but that's  not all that happened.  Yesterday I went for a walk.  It's been unseasonably warm and even the dim February light is preferable to staying indoors all day.  So I went through my neighborhood and down into a narrow stretch of woods, and I do mean narrow like 30 yards tops in width.  As I was meandering on the path I saw movement ahead.  At first I thought it might be dogs out for a run with their owner, but it was soon apparent there weren't any other human beings with these canids.  These were coyotes, three of them to be exact.  Now here I was out alone, and while cautious I wasn't exactly afraid.  I did have a big umbrella with me for one so I was armed.  (Hey a good umbrella can be an effective striking and bludgeoning device).  The coyotes also appeared well fed and playful rather than aggressive.  We've had a mild winter and there are plenty of deer about.  Which brings me to my next encounter, the night prior to that I was driving home from a rather enjoyable game night and I came across two deer on the road home.  Now lucky for me I was driving at a reasonable speed otherwise we'd have had a much more intimate encounter and by intimate I mean blood and guts splattered across my windshield.  I did say fairy tale tropes tend to come in threes yes?  During my nightly wanderings which some call dreams I encountered a crow.  This crow wanted to get in my lap and have me pet him (or her I'm not good at determining gender of individual crows).  So there you have it.  I'm pretty sure something is up and somebody has a message for me.

What we have here is a not a failure to communicate.  What we have here is spirit sending a text, a voicemail, email, and a Facebook message.  It's all tied into a greater trend these days of a bleed over between dreaming and waking life.  I'm not complaining.  It keeps me engaged.  Hell I feel like I'm on a quest.  This is better than a video game, for one if I find treasure it's more than just ones and zeros, secondly it's exciting!  Still three animal encounters, two of which are trickster spirits this is going to be big.  I am glad there was some deer energy in there too, perhaps to gentle and bring in the love.  I'm all about compassionate trickery.  Something big is about to go down in Mooneagle town.  I'm still not sure what it is, but the good news is I have help.  I'm pretty sure I am the main character in this caper too.

So why am I telling you about this?  Well it's fucking magical!  Life is not just drudgery and obligations.  It is vibrant and full of wonder, but too often we forget that.  I'm not saying we should all drop our responsibilities, but I am saying we should make space for that touch of magic to get through to us.  The story we're sold is that the world is a dark and terrible place, and  I am not saying there isn't malice and danger out there...because there is.  What I am saying is that there are powers older than you and me that tend to balance things out.  There are allies that we don't even know about, secrets that only we can unravel.  We have to let those possibilities in, and not block all the access points with our expectations or mindset of only looking for the next disaster.  Right now with what is going on in the world we are in the dark woods.  We have to decide what kind of story we're in, is it a horror story or a fairy tale?  In a horror story the only options are death or survival, but a fairy tale gives us the opportunity to end happier than we began.  A fairy tale reveals who we are deep down, are we good or are we the big bad wolf?  Now in truth we are both, but just like in that old story with the two wolves within us that fight, who we feed will be the wolf that wins.  I'm feeding that magical wolf of compassion and faery dust.  I suggest you do the same.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle