Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 21, 2017

The Shimmering Veil?

Darkness is coming earlier as the wheel of the year turns. This evening, I spent quite a bit of time driving in the dark. Please allow me to share some of my impressions during this adventure.

Tonight was “soft”, which is to say warm and dark. Once I had turned off the highway, there were only the house lights and the occasional street lamp to illuminate my path. As I turned a corner, my eye was caught by a shimmering white light. A ghost! A ghost was floating in the low branches of a tree!

How the home owners managed the shimmering effect, I have no idea. I suppose there is more than one way to do it. This first ghost was followed by three more, floating in various places in the yard. Haunting as this imagery was, it was followed by…

…a graveyard of ghosts, ghouls, witches, and bats. This yard did not shimmer. This yard was illuminated by multi-colored outdoor flood lights. Streaks of purple, orange, blue, and yellow practically blared across the “graveyard”. I have no idea how many creatures – living, dead, or manufactured – were in this yard. It was bright, though, and almost as stimulating as coffee.

Other houses took a more sedate approach to outdoor decorations. Some hung strands of orange lights around their doorframe and/or around their windows. Others kept to the harvest theme, with lovely displays of pumpkins, haystacks, and flowers. Some of these were lighted with understated outdoor flood lights.

Each day has seen more and more decorations going up. Since this is the next to the last weekend before Samhain, I expect that there will be more and more decorations around the neighborhood. I am left with only one question.

Does the veil between the worlds shimmer?

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Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 20, 2017

Honoring Our Ancestors

One of the items we have for sale at our garage sale is a card containing 3 images of military equipment. Not being military people, my friend and I were incapable of identifying the equipment. Nor was my friend able to find any of these images online. From the background, we guessed that the time period may have been that of the Korean War. The card has languished in our buckets for some time.

Today, a gentleman visited our garage sale. He looked to be about our age and was wearing an Army hat. He very diligently went through all of our items, spending the majority of his time with our old books. He selected two books and brought them back to our seats in order to pay. That is when his eyes fell on the card.

He looked shocked. “That is not the Korean War!” he exclaimed. “That is a Chinook! This is from Vietnam!”

Gratefully, my friend grabbed a new card and began to transfer the images onto it. The gentleman identified all of the equipment and even spelled it for us. He was a Vietnam era vet, and we thanked him for his service.

He and I fell into a conversation about the men in our families who have served their country. The men in my family were in the Army also, and we discovered that his father (in the 5th Army) and my uncle (in the 3rd Army) shared the experience of fighting their way up the boot of Italy in World War II. Both men shared the same opinion of their trip across the mountains. (Guns, mines, grenades, etc. “Remember,” the artillery were told, “if they are within range of you, then you are within range of them.”) My dad was in the Army Air Service during that war, and we each acknowledged the courage and determination of our brave men in service.

The conversation moved eventually to the next generation. I told him that my cousin’s son was recently separated from the Army on a medical discharge. He had served two tours in Afghanistan and a year on the DMZ on the Korean peninsula. This kind man genuinely was moved by my cousin’s service, and we had a very serious discussion about the life the North Koreans live. He showed great compassion for a people who know no other way of life.

We thanked him again for his help, and he happily left with his books. I have been thinking about him ever since.

A spiritual discipline, when done well, moves us outside of ourselves and opens us to new experiences. We see others with new eyes. This gentleman could have lectured us for our mistake or disparaged us for our ignorance. Instead, he willingly helped us to rectify our error and went on to spend some time in our company, unconsciously helping all of us to honor our ancestors. Beneath the old soldier’s tough exterior, there was a heart of compassion, friendship, and love for mankind.

Touching the humanity of others is the best part of garage sales.

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 19, 2017

Building the Skeleton

When it comes to garage sales, “the skeleton” is the framework of tables, shelves, walkways, and the carousel from which we hang clothes.

I always like setting up the skeleton. The progress is obvious, as opposed to actually putting items on the tables, shelves, and carousel. That can take forever, especially since, once we start, buyers start showing up. Sometimes, they just look, but frequently the early birds buy stuff, which means there is more room to put more stuff out.

Our garage sale starts at 9:00 a.m., after the school buses have pulled out of the driveway. However, people don’t always pay attention to the advertised times. So, I am not surprised when I show up at 8:15 a.m. to find cars and pick-up trucks clogging the driveway. The first task on those days is to convince the drivers to pull onto the grass in front of the garage sale. Most people are cooperative, but some argue with me until the first school bus shows up and blows its horn. It is surprising how fast some men can run when they realize that a school bus is a whole lot bigger than their truck.

Today was the calm before the storm. I set up the tables and stacked some full tubs under them. These tubs all had lids, so I had no problem leaving them outside over night. I then unloaded my car. More tubs went under tables, but the clothes and loose items went inside.

The “inside” at my friend’s house is an old greenhouse in the back part of her property. The glass is long gone, and the outside has been covered with wood, but there is still a small heater inside, which helps in the fall. The skeleton on the inside was still set up from a garage sale we held earlier in the year. There were two lockers, however, that we had not sorted through and holding mostly VHS tapes. So I spent an hour cleaning out the two lockers and sorting through all those tapes. When I was finished, I used the two lockers to set up a display area for all the boots we were selling.

I will open tomorrow (it’s the school buses thing), and I expect to find that the outside skeleton has changed. My friend is thinking about moving and has sorted through her furniture so see what she can do without. I left gaps between the tables to be filled with furniture pieces. It will be a surprise when I get there.

Like any form of spiritual discipline, the path may be long. Work has to be put into it. In the end, you may be surprised at what you find.

Happy garage sailing, everyone!

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 18, 2017

End of Season Garage Sale

This coming weekend is forecast to be gorgeous. My friend and I are taking advantage of the weather to hold a garage sale.

We had a garage sale earlier in the year. The set up temperature was in the 90s and the sale itself was in the 50s with rain. Garage sales really do remind me of spiritual disciplines. You just do them. You just soldier through.

Today, I took the ad in to the paper. The Classified desk is in the main lobby, a quiet marbled space with lots of newspapers judiciously placed near comfy sofas. The sofas are a clue that one must wait for a while. No one sits at the Classified desk as a matter of course. The receptionist has to call into the depths of the building, and one must wait until someone shows up. Meditation is an acceptable alternative to reading the paper. Sleep may not be.

The lady finally showed up, and the process went relatively smoothly after that.
We had a quiet, peaceful exchange which, once again, reminded me of meditation.

Now comes the sorting, moving, decision-making, and discarding. This is the serious part, and we will take deep, cleansing breaths before we start. As we cleanse our houses, garages, and storage units, so will we remove the dust and clutter from our spirits.

Wish us luck!

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 17, 2017

Feeling the Pull

Tonight’s discussion at Spirals had to do with experiencing the pull a medium feels when she is locating a person for a message. Our leader explained that, the first time she experienced the pull, she was pulled sideways across the stage at one of the outdoor message venues in Lilydale, New York.

Then she demonstrated this motion for us.

We spent the next little while experiencing the pull. Mine was gentle, a steady pull on one hip which forced me to take a step in order not to fall. Two others in the group felt it also and, perhaps, stronger than mine. The third lady, though, was jerked nearly off of her feet. All of us were surprised and delighted. There was absolutely no denying that pull, my friends!

The conversation moved across various lines. There were some questions and lots of anecdotes. Our newest member had something of a breakthrough when she realized on an emotional level that all these experiences she had been having were quite normal in the medium world. We told her about Lilydale and she expressed an interest in visiting there.

It was a pleasant evening. We laughed, we talked, and we walked a bit more on our paths of self-discovery. We ran more than a half hour over. And then we were assigned homework.

We need to practice feeling the pull. So, if you see any ladies in the park standing still, then suddenly, being jerked to one side, you may have walked into a group of mediums practicing the feeling of the pull.

Good luck!

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 16, 2017

Brunch at Rider’s Inn

After Sunday morning meditation, a friend and I went to the local Inn for the Sunday brunch. Rider’s Inn is an old historic building, serving pioneers moving west on the Oregon Trail as well as escaping slaves moving north on the Underground Railroad. There is a lovely restaurant complete with a “spirit corner”, a pub with a beautiful wooden bar, and rooms upstairs where travelers can still rent beds.

Of course, the Inn is haunted.

There are many departed folks who love the Inn as much as we do. If you are sensitive to them, you can see them moving from room to room and climbing or descending the stairs. There is a landlady from the 1800s who continues to keep an eye on her home. The “spirit corner” in the restaurant is the front table on the eastern side of the room, with lovely long windows which drench the tables in sunlight. While I do not have clairvoyance, I am clairaudient. Sometimes, I have heard jovial spirits laughing at the jokes I tell. It is a lovely, friendly, delightful place to visit. The food is good, too.

Today, it was decorated to the hilt for Halloween.

The Inn is the scene of several events during the year. This month, there were talks about haunted crime scenes in Ohio. There were four nights this month devoted to this “ghostly” topic, and I imagine that each night was a sellout. Dim the lights and tell a good story, and I am sure the resident spirits will be entertained, also.

Of course, there will be a Halloween party there. It will be the Saturday before and everyone is invited. You may come in costume, if you wish. It is a social event, and the spirits will be enjoying the company dressed in all their splendor.

Honoring our ancestors can also include honoring our old, historic buildings. Check one out in your neighborhood this year! Who knows what spirits will be greeting you when you arrive?

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 15, 2017

Return of the Bees

Usually, in the spring, I count the bees on the azaleas that bloom outside my living room window. Many years ago, there was a respectable number, but over time the number has declined. For a few years, there weren’t any at all.

Two years ago, a neighbor up the street put a bee hive out by the creek. It was too late for the azaleas, but it looked like a step in the right direction. That particular house sits back in the woods, so I don’t know what type of gardens they tend. But any step toward bee population renewal is a positive one, and I wished them well.

This year, the family farm next to me installed 10 bee hives. The hives are arranged next to the driveway and facing the field between their house and the farm stand. These bees have been busy indeed. They don’t bother me too much on the back deck, but they do visit when the wild roses bloom. The farmer’s wife was able to sell honey at the farm stand. I thought all kinds of warm and fuzzy thoughts.

When I got home from errands today, I noticed the wild asters growing in the front flower bed. I noticed them because they were crawling with bees. How busy they were! There were so many that I forgot to try to count them. It was a warm day, and the sun was directly on the flowers. The neighbor’s cat and one of the stray cats were wracked out on the sidewalk to the front door, each with its own sun spot, and a safe distance from the bees. For a while, I sat with them, and we three watched the bees on the asters.

The weather is due to change tomorrow, becoming cooler and more like October. But for today, the bees had a wonderful time in the flower bed. And the cats and I had a wonderful time watching them.

I will keep an eye out for them next spring. I can count the bees on the azaleas from inside the house. While the azaleas bloom, that might be the wise thing to do.

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 14, 2017

Memories of Loved Ones Passed

Samhain is a time when we honor our ancestors. We tell the family stories, look at photos, record memories to leave behind when it is our turn to leave this earthly plain.

Earlier this year, my oldest daughter, T, asked my mother if she had anything in my dad’s handwriting. Mom searched her memory for a while, then invited my daughter into her bedroom.

On her bureau, Mom keeps a photo of my dad in his Army officer’s uniform (WWII). At the bottom of the picture, he had written, “Yours Forever, Love, Ed”.

“Perfect!” my daughter said and, pulling out her phone, she took a picture of the photo with the inscription.

After returning home, she sent the photo to her sister, M. M took it to a shop near her, which inscribes signatures, etc., on items such as key chains. When the key chain was finished, M sent the box to her sister, who kept it a secret until she went to Mom’s this weekend.

Imagine my 95-year-old mother’s surprise when she opened the box and saw the inscription!

Mom has been a little blue lately. She has lost many friends and most of her family. Dad died 8 years ago. My cousins have been really good about visiting her, but theirs’ is a different kind of love than what she shared with Dad.

So she opened the box, and there was his pledge of eternal love. “Yours Forever, Love, Ed” is a constant reminder that he is with her all the time. Unlike the photo, she can carry the key chain with her, touch it when she needs to, and show it off to all her friends in the various church groups to which she belongs. His love is eternal, and she can hold the proof in her hand.

Samhain is a time to honor our ancestors. Call the oldest member of the family and ask about their childhood. Listen to a story you have never heard before. Ask about a family member who died before you were born. And, when it is time to hang up the phone, tell your family member that you love them.

Love is eternal.

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 13, 2017

Decorations of the Season

The Temple of Gaia, once upon a time, used to be decorated for the holidays. This was at a time when the children were children and living at home. There is something magical about holiday decorations, and I loved putting magic into their lives.

The Temple of Gaia has not been decorated since they left.

I do love looking at other people’s decorations, however. Therefore, when the pharmacist told me it was half an hour wait for my prescription renewals, I trotted happily off to the Halloween aisle in the drugstore today. One entire row was candy, in brightly colored packaging. I sturdily turned my back on that and devoted my attention to the packages of costumes hanging temptingly before me. I do not remember ever being that young or that thin.

That aisle was devoted entirely to Halloween, but there were other holiday displays throughout the store. The card aisle had a plethora of brightly colored wares, one of which made it into my basket for my granddaughter. There was an end display of sparkling orange wreaths and strings of black and oranges witches riding on brooms. The kitchen aisle had baking pans in pumpkin or hissing cat shapes. Boxes of orange frosted or chocolate cookies made up the center display in the food section. And there was a large box in the middle of the main aisle with pumpkins – real pumpkins – waiting patiently to go home with someone for decorative purposes. I added 3 black votive candles to my basket and ended up at the prescription counter just as my renewals were ready.

As I pulled into the driveway, I thought about putting out some decorations. Then I thought again. Multi-colored leaves swayed in their trees by the walk to the front door. Birds of all colors swirled about, chirping their reminders that I need to think about filling the bird feeders. The neighbors’ cat greeted me at the car door, looking the very picture of the black witch’s cat. The farmer’s smoker was up and running, leaving a trace of wood smoke in the air. It is still too warm for the season, but my pulse quickened with anticipation.

Who needs flashy decorations when one has Gaia?

Don’t forget to fill your bird feeders!

Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 12, 2017

The Coming of Autumn

Today, there was rain for the third day in a row. The gloomy clouds overhead have been disguising some of the most common signs of the season. Today, however, I had errands to do and spent the day driving through the city, noting changes as I came across them.

The first sign was all the leaves covering the car when I came out to the driveway this morning. I had noted a few leaves falling here and there for the last few days, but this was unmistakable. The car was wet from last night’s rain, and the leaves had plastered themselves all across the body of the car and the windshields. As soon as the car started to move, the leaves scuttered off, flying into the air like a little leafy cloud. Ah, the sound of October! I smiled and turned Broom toward town.

I should tell you that the name of my car is Broom.

When Broom and I reached the edge of town, we passed a flower box with a sign which proclaimed that it was maintained by a couple who probably lived nearby. The marigolds were still bravely upright, but the leaves had been touched by frost and were drooping and black. Another sign of autumn! I thought of that couple, who had worked so hard all summer, having to remove the dying plants and prep the box for winter. Don’t we all have prep work to do for the winter of our lives?

We drove through a shower, but the rain had stopped by the time we reached the bank. For some reason, I had not brought a raincoat, so I was glad that the only wet was on the driveway as I walked into the bank. The air smelled clean and fresh, and I saw the first flock of birds flutter down to pick bugs and seeds from the grass. Flocking birds – yet another sign of autumn.

The rain did not start again, and, in fact, the sun peeked out as we drove home. I guided Broom through the back roads home, which had less traffic, and which afforded me the opportunity to check out the leaves. The landscape was still 70% green, but there were far more splashes of color than there were just a few days ago. By this time next week, we may be at peak color.

Autumn is definitely here. It was a peaceful day.

Take a moment and experience the outdoors. Become One with Autumn.

I intend to do it again tomorrow.

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