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The Weird Girl

June 18th, 2011

“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.” ~Mark Twain

I have GOT to stop apologizing for myself. I do this thing where no matter what I say or do or even FEEL, I quickly follow it up with something like, “I know, I’m weird… sorry.”

The truth is, I’m really not all that weird. In my heart, I know this. I know that many people cannot see past these three dimensions and anything that happens to them that hints at a more expansive, divine reality is quickly shoved under the rug.

No one wants to be thought of as being weird. No one wants to think that other people find them strange.

People’s acceptance of themselves is directly hinged on other people’s acceptance of them. This isn’t me. I mean, it IS me because I was raised and programed that way, but I’ve been breaking those bonds a little at a time for years.

Today, as I sit here, 99% of the planet could be whispering about how strange I am, and I really couldn’t care less. Not until one of the 99% is standing in front of me at least. That’s when I start making excuses and apologies.

No more.

So I talk to angels, and truly believe they’re there, even when I can’t see them. They answer me and what they say is true and verifiable. Why does that have to make me weird? How many people wish they could close their eyes and call out to an actual angel and get an immediate, personal response? Just because I practice and they wish and scoff doesn’t make me weird.

If they only knew that they ARE capable, I’m sure I would seem less weird.

So I talk to my garden. There’s scientific (because that’s what they care about most, right?) data that supports talking to plants and proves that there’s measurable benefit. Why do I feel the need to hide my true nature? Why do I deny myself?

I hide much of myself. Even from the one that loves me because of my strange. Why do I do that?

I’ve always tried to embrace my weird. I have a bumper sticker that’s stuck to the side of my fridge stating, “I’m not weird, I’m gifted!”

I guess I’m just afraid of not being accepted… Not by all those who would reject me, but by those I already love. Friends, family. I spent a good portion of my life being actively rejected by the man who was supposed to be acting as my father, and I know I have some issues still wrapped up tight in there.

Here comes the weird…. I chose an angel card yesterday, asking, “What is it that my angels would like me to know today?” I drew Archangel Uriel who is apparently all about psychological and emotional stuff.

As soon as I drew Him, I knew I was supposed to keep Him out of the deck, and connect to Him daily. I know I’m dealing with some sneaky issues, and I know Archangel Uriel is with me now to help me… and I’m gonna let Him.

And I guess this is my lesson today. It dropped right into my lap and got me thinking before I’d even finished my coffee.

Today, I will be true to myself. I will act in authentic ways with no apologies. I will wave my weird around! Let my freak flag fly! Let my strange, shine!

I am that I am.

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Spiritual Fishing?

June 14th, 2011

Today is a big day for us here at Baugher’s Summer Camp. We’re going fishing!

Today we get a lesson in what it really means to eat meat. A lesson on how if you’re eating meat of any kind, some living thing gave it’s life for you.

This is a lesson that I don’t think very many people learn in life. We consume tons of meat on a constant basis, but very few people ever really stop to think about where that meat actually came from. Very few even momentarily consider that the meat they consume once belonged to a living, breathing Being.

I’ve only ever been fishing maybe twice in my life, but I’ve always loved eating fish. My boys love fish too, and they love the idea of fishing. Sounds like a win-win to me.

I went and got my $20 fishing license yesterday, and while we were there, we got three poles and a small tackle box with sinkers, bobbers, and hooks. I can’t tolerate the idea of impaling a live worm on a hook and then drowning it, so we’re going to grab some fake bait on our way to the water today :)

And because I love any opportunity to teach my children Spiritual practices, we’re also going to talk about how we don’t take any more from nature than we need. We’re going to Bless the water before we fish and we’re going to actually thank the fish for its contribution to our sustenance before we kill it.

I know fishing is fun and relaxing, and I’m looking forward to sitting in the sunshine, sharing a beautiful afternoon with my kids, but I am really feeling a lot of reverence here. I’m feeling this is a sacred act. The hunting and killing to sustain and flourish.

It doesn’t feel “wrong” but I definitely feel the need to approach with honor and respect and gratitude and reverence for the sacrifice that’s being given.

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This new hobby of ours also makes me feel a little more self sustainable.

The garden is going well. I planted from seed in the waxing moon in May, and transplanted in the waxing moon in June. So far, so good. But it’s nice to know we now have a meat source that doesn’t depend on anyone else too.

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Everyday Magick

June 12th, 2011

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.

When I was a kid, I lived with my Gram. We would go to Sunday School early every Sunday morning. At noon, when church got out, we crossed the street and went back home. My other grandma (Gram’s daughter-My mom’s mom), and my aunt Phyllis would already be there, in the kitchen having started lunch.

Around 12:30 we would all sit down to Sunday Dinner. By 1:30 everyone was asleep. There’s nothing quite like a Sunday afternoon nap. When we all woke up, usually an hour later, the rest of the afternoon was filled with reading, playing, gardening, etc.

Gram wouldn’t work on Sunday. She didn’t fix anything or run anywhere. We didn’t even go to a store on a Sunday. A lot of the church folks would go for lunch at the local diner after church. Not Gram. Not ever.

I remember trying to get her to leave the dirty dishes in the sink and come play with me by saying, “But Gram, you’re not supposed to work on Sunday! Dishes is work! Come play!”

Sometimes it even worked.

She prayed a lot on Sunday. Well, she prayed a lot, period. So to say it was more on Sunday truly is saying something.

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Today is Sunday.

Gram’s been gone for fourteen and a half years now, but every Sunday I still think of her.

Today I will clean-up in the sun room. I am surrounded by nature in there and it is my most sacred space. I am at peace there. It is where I sit, now, as I write this, and where I spent most of my days.

I will bless and rearrange my altar. Also in my sun room.

I will spend time in meditation.

I will spend time in my garden with earth on my hands.

I will take a walk outside. A walk not intended for exercise. A leisurely, moving appreciation for the divine nature of everything around me.

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.

We need a day of renewal. We need a day of reconnection. Sunday is the first day of the week. Your week will ripple out from Sunday so why not begin refreshed and focused?