that day I became a witch . . . . or so I told myself. it was really about setting up a shield, so the real life outside my living room in the city wouldn't intrude, or the real life called my brain disorder wouldn't intrude either

Sunday, June 15, 1980, age 19.

I knew enough to write it all down. all the the things to bless from near and far, I think I called it. good thing too. I was putting up a…

I welcome myself. I have been spiritedly practicing since I was a young teen, 40 years or less, and it coinsides with my bipolar disorder, because in terms of "magical thinking", bipolar responses to anything, everything. it's a weird disorder, but yes, can be controlled. tamed, is the word they like to use for it.

I am heading up on 30 years of the spiritual arts, strarted

My blessed eldest brother passed into the Light a few days ago...

When the news came it was like standing at the seashore with the cool water lapping at your feet. The sand still firm beneath them....then...without warning a thunderous wave curls over your head and the sand erodes beneath your feet and you are tumbling beneath the waves, no chance for that last precious breath, wondering if you will ever breathe…

new roomey

Clair rubbing her checke and asked. "Why are you in here does Rocky know that your in here?"

"Rocky and I are…

Today is the Harmonic Convergence, the Flowering Moon, the Lakshmi Moon.

I wish for the best of all possible futures to occur in my lif,e with health, happiness and sucess, to start soon and last my lifetime, harming none.

Om Lakshmi Ganapatyei Namaha

Clair's dream

Where am I? Clair worader while her eyes were still shut. Why does it samll like am a forste or some thing? Man may be this was all a relly bad dream or…

What are we?

Well, love, that's simple. We are quiet, we wake the early morning dew, and stay awake to dance with the moon. No, dear child, we have no bed time. No time to get all snuggled up tight, and kiss our parents goodnight- for we need but little sleep. We are all around you. The dance of the leaves on an autumn day, the swaying of the trees in the wind, the beating of the drums in the distance. Yes, dear one, we know much. Ha!…