This has been a very eventful weekend, especially for me. I went from wanting full on hibernation to social butterfly. Next Saturday is shaping up to be a busy one as well…hopefully the weather holds.

Friday night was book club and truth be told….I didn’t want to go. I wanted to snuggle up under a blanket and forget about the real world but I didn’t…I went.  We talked about the book less than normal this time. We read Thanksgiving by Evanovich and it was lighter than the fluffiest whip cream and didn’t contain a believable word. It was less than brain candy…. Hopefully The Bear and the Nightingale is better? The description sounds like a “me” book so I am hopeful.  We still had a fun night like we always do.

Saturday I was in full on crazy cleaning mode. My friend from out of town was coming in later that afternoon and I had procrastinated most of the week. It all worked out in the end. We had a nice night of talking and card reading… was very enlightening. She used three…maybe four decks of cards for my reading and they all overlapped with the same theme and all stated the same thing. I don’t want to put the cart before the horse so I won’t say too much but these are my cards.

Nothing really surprised me all that much but it did give me some validation on some things I am working on at the moment. May….I need to get my ducks in a row before May. New things are coming……

We were up past midnight and had to be back on the road by 8:45 this morning. There was a little glitch of finding the exact location since there was a sign that said funeral home in front. It was never a funeral home, that was next door. The sign placement was misleading. I found it interesting that we all pulled in at the exact time. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of woman to do this workshop with…it was a great group.

I haven’t journeyed since the last Shaman workshop and I could kick myself for that. I think today could have been more profound if I “did the work” but I didn’t. This workshop was a journey to your sacred garden. I met up with my unicorn and went to my garden. One of the things we were supposed to notice or ask was who or what was protecting the perimeter of our garden. Anyone want to take a wild guess???? When I got to my garden it was reflected in the morning light. In between every tree or bush was a glistening web with a colorful spider in it. What is with me and the spiders? My friend Mountain Woman told me to look up Grandmother Spider. I did that when I got home and while I get some of it….why do they keep biting me? Maybe I need a personal Charlotte? She could spell it out for me, although I really don’t want to consider myself a needy pig? Pt always says “that pig didn’t deserve that spider!” She’s not a fan..

The next journey we were to ask a spirit helper to take human form and ask them for help and guidance on how to heal emotional trauma. I did this and a man who reminded me of book Edward (Twilight) came forward. If  I was picking a book vampire to take shape it would be Erik Northman but I wasn’t picking. His response to the question? In order to heal my emotional trauma I have to love again. I am not one for talking back especially in the spirit realm but my response was lighting quick…No! I am not opening myself up to pain and destruction again…I just can’t. He just shrugged his shoulders and said “why did you ask then?” I was a little uneasy after being so adamant with a spirit guide, especially one that was doing what I asked him to do.

I can’t remember which of these sessions that I heard a little “extra” in the drumming. The woman to my right said “did you hear that harp?” “Maybe? I heard something other than the drumming but it was more of a twinkling?”  I know it was after my “no” that whomever was playing the harp/bells left. He rattled that window so loud it made me jump. The lady to my right who owned the house said “it must have been the wind” I replied “except that the trees aren’t moving and the flag across the street is barely moving.  Mountain Woman thought the lady went to open the window, I said “nope..she never moved.” I am going with angel…harp…it used to be a rectory….

The next journey we were to talk to our spirit guides and ask them to take us up to the upperworld to see our oversoul in true form. I couldn’t get a clear visual on my spirit guide, there was too much light but I could see some wing. He wasn’t having any of it so I started to barter. “okay…I know I said no but what if I said maybe? If the situation comes up? Fine…I’ll try harder to put myself out there (we both knew that was a lie) Okay…okay…if the opportunity presents itself…I won’t shut it down…I will be open to the possibility. Good Goddess I get anxiety even typing those words….  My Reiki hands were on fire the whole time and I really don’t remember too much after that? There was a bar, not the drinking kind. It was a rectangle and it was rainbow colored and there were symbols carved into the colors with gold ink. The number seven also came up. I have no idea what any of that means? Maybe I would have learned more if I wasn’t so quick with the absolutely not!

I’m glad I went, I learned a lot and now I am drained. It feels like 11 o’clock and yet it’s only 9. Time for Front Range Radio and then getting ready for what I am hoping to be my best night’s sleep so far this year…..Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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2 Responses to Processing……

  1. Thank you as always for listening, hope you have a great week.

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