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Vacation on the Vineyard - Martha's

Following a full moon in a red-eye special hubby & I arrived into Boston Airport on our way to Martha's Vineyard. We continued to the island on an eight-passenger, puddle-jumper plane (I would have preferred the safety of my broom.)
Goddesses' alert! You’re asked your weight in front of God and everybody. I blurted out a number, close enough where other passengers won’t accuse me of lying, but not too far away from truth so as to topple the plane downward into the deep ocean waters.

A gaggle of wild turkeys strolling along the street greeted us as we arrived at our sunny holiday home.  Life would prove to be slower and simpler on Martha’s. Tired, but eager to explore, off we drove and soon learned it's not easy to be lost on the island for long as all roads lead back to a familiar ground. We saw the island from one end to the other picking up fresh seafood along the way.

Martha’s has variations of Colonials homes, old and new, huge Mac Mansions and a most charming town, Oak Bluff boasts

myriads gingerbread houses. On my daily walk I found the local graveyards– being a medium I have to visit my spirit friends--and although most of the old headstones were almost impossible to read I did see that the dearly departed began to rest there as early as 1600's, Lots of Smiths lying around, making me wonder if it was an alias back then too.  After reading a mystery book by a local author, Cynthia Riggs - a 13-generation islander – I called her (she’s in the local phone book) to meet and exchange autographed books. She showed me around her historical family home, now a B&B catering to writers and poets. On a lovely sunny crisp day I ferried to Falmouth on the mainland to meet my friend, author Suzette Standring. We stopped by the picturesque New England town's bookstore with thoughts of me having a book event for The Skye in June when I return in March.

Our vacation ended with “the fast ferry” to New Bedford for a blowout fun filled party with some of hubby’s relatives.

His Uncle Ed and a cousin-in-law were New England fishermen as are many in this area and on Martha's. The statue on the island is a dedication to fishermen.

Once again I lied about my weight on the trip but since I’m home safely in San Francisco, the lie didn't count.

Ghost Bluster

 All this bluster about spirits of the dead communicating with the living being so very frightening. Really it's not so scary. I've been talking to the for years without nary a boo. .
 

How do I know communication is really made? The spirits give me a personal piece of information and hopefully not too persona,l to convey to the living party.  Something specific that the living person would identify with the dead one. Mostly communication is simple like hi, I’m fine – crossed over and resting nicely - with your mother/grandfather etc– often personal messages such as, didn't I tell you to stop fighting over the will with your brother? 

A few spirit communications that stick in my mind are:

A couple whose only child died unexpectedly in his sleep came to me in hopes of hearing from their son was not in trouble in the afterworld.  They were immigrants from a culture and religion that left them fearful an evil spirit had taken him, not accepting the doctors' diagnosis. My information matched the doctors’ conclusions, an undetected heart condition. The boy came through saying he was with a favorite uncle, naming him  Many tears were shed at the session but the parents left much more peaceful that their 11- yr old son was safe in Heaven. The other was a young mother who disappeared.  I had read for her and sister-in-law only months before the young woman’s disappearance. Her sister-in-law came to me for help. I hated to tell her that the young woman would not be coming home alive and drew a picture of the person who caused her death. And then the spirit manifestations began, her body was found as I predicted in water and the spirit continued to appear  too often haunting me; open the closet, there she was, step into the car, she sat in my passenger side or back seat if I had a passenger. Finally the police and district attorney contacted me (the sister-in-law gave them my drawing and impressions.) They were astounded I had information not revealed to anyone, not even the family plus more than they hadn't had. Together we worked to catch and put away the perp.  

The only frightening spirit contact was when I was in Jamaica doing readings. A physician wanted me to help save his wife from negative entities -- vampire or low-life ones. I had never experienced the severity of the darkness of spirits like them before. The doctor said his wife had cancer and several other health issues when they spirits started bothering her. I seriously thought it was the woman's imagination until I went to their house. Some of the rooms were like freezers in the Jamaican July heat. In her bedroom the spirits caught me by my hair, whipped me around slapping me. I almost fainted and skedaddled out of there as quick as a whip calling over my shoulder, sorry can’t help. A follow-up was requested but I suggested they move. They needed a tough ghost buster or exorcist for sure!

Win a copy of my five star novel  The Skye in June  about a psychic child by sending your best ghost/spirit story. The best of three  hauntingly chilling tales will be chosen to receive  a book. Offer good until November 5th.

Recommend the book to another and I'll give you a psychic reading.

P.S. I’ve retired from spirit communicating – no longer work with the police, too stressful. But I still enjoy a visit now and then.

 

Many Eyes on my Wish

Witch conjures  ~ Wishing upon a Star - Eyeballing my Wish ! My  wish is to see my story The Skye in June on the screen as a film. Since the story first began to take shape in 1997, that's how it came to me - with face & voices & action. I thought, saw, heard, walked and felt it in every sense.  Recently I held a contest to "pick the star" (actors) for the film and asked many to vision with me to see "Skye" on the BIG SCREEN!  I wish for this vision to continue to grow to fulfillment. Seeing is believing. When we imagine, image, vision our wish, the whole self becomes acutely engaged. The mind adds even the smallest details, - my mind exploding with ideas - those ideas created a surge of emotions  - oh, that's good -  hmm, not sure about that - those feelings run energy through body resulting in a flood of happiness or a tightens up. We then decide to forge beyond the uncertainties or correct the details. Picture perfect we settle into the dream wish state.

I wish for many eyes on my wish. Come conjure with me.

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Enthusiasm is the fuel that sparks the fires of the dream rocket. Beam me up Scotty! 

http://spaceports.blogspot.com/2007/04/scotty-to-beam-up-april-28.html

Take a gander at my actor list. Do you agree?

You Little Twit!

Which celebrity has the most interesting Twitter page?
Submitted by Celebridoodle.

 Tweety Bird - does Twitty Twit? I thut I saw a pudy cat. Just think if we'd not be in others' lives so much how much room in the brain cell(s)  would be vacant - maybe for????? 

Day of Balance

Today is the Autumn  Equinox and it heralds a new season.  Nature confirms the change of the season with such signs as the changing of leaf color: slowly green leaves become shades of brown, scarlet red, glorious gold and brilliant orange. The days become shorter and the nights, longer. Mabon, the sun god, slowly bows out, giving with to sister moon, Luna, to reveal her bright faces.

But today the light -  day and the dark – night - are in perfect balance.

Balance in life is most difficult to achieve. Most of us either are all work, no play, rushing after desired dreams or goals, stagnant in confusion or apathy, focused on our survival or needs or wants or overly focused on the needs of others.  Each day one often says, I wish for time to finish, start, accomplish or have time.      http://heavenlyphotographs.com/To help achieve a life balance , I suggest a daily life of:

•Care of self – besides one’s daily ablutions enjoy a physical activity be that stretching, walking, dancing, yoga. Chose foods of the season. This made easy by looking at the colors of fruits and vegetables grown in your area. Create a moment of reflection - in nature, and/or journaling, meditating and counting blessings – like the ability to read, write, walk, hear and adding on.

• Care of others – The fall season’s message includes care of the elderly, children and those sick or dying. Humans and animals need care. What will you do today to show care for another?

• Care for your projects – that which expresses your true essence. Has your labor turned sour? What can you do today for some project, love that you can put energy into?

Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

The Skye in June    

Peg legs

Should men wear skinny jeans? Explain.
Submitted by DenimHunt.

 I'm not a big fan of the skinny pants on dudes because most have the skinny peg legs. Reminds me of back in the day - my day, guys pegged thei pants and then there was the leather pants on like Rollin' Stones & musicians following, and come on - does that look sexy? Ha! Of course the bulge in front of the skinny pants can sex up one's mind. Now what about the guys with tree stumps legs, muscled up ones? Those are not very attractive in skinny pants either. Forget about it. We're done here.

I Belong to Glasgow/San Francisco

Where will this witch park her broom?

I am not a ABS,(American born Scot) I'm really a FOB ~ or FOA - off the airplane) legal alien. Born in Glasgow Scotland left in 1956 (been back several times) raised in San Francisco -  love the City but to those born native San Franciscans  I'm told  "Yeah sure, you're from here. Don't call yourself a native, gotta be born here."  As I gaze upon my lovely city by the bay, my heart flutters with it's beauty.

 

Alas, I've been told by Glaswegians, "Away wie ye, yer nay a real Scot, yankee." That's the relatives too. This photo is of my big sistah and me standing on Maule Drive in Glasgow's Partick district. We lived here in a kitchen & one room, pull-chain toilet, no bath before moving to a larger flat on Dumbarton Road. In '69 I visited my Granda on Maule Drive who then lived in it. 

Funny story -- in 2006 last time visited Glasgow, my husband, big sistah and I were walking down the main street, Dumbarton Road, (as featured in my novel) The Skye in June (not Joon) minding our own touristy business when we hear "JOON!!" We look at each other, alang the street runs a wee woman followed by a man - it's my cousin, Pat Burgoyne. She had an inkling that if they drove from Renfrew - outside of Glasgow - down Dumbarton, they'd see me - having heard we were in for a visit. A canny Scot, she is. True story. We Yanks have the sunglasses on.

 

" Perhaps like my father, I'm meant to roam around and the world can be home, where ever my broom is parked will be where I"m at in the moment.  Meanwhile, a place in my heart still belangs to Glasgow

King Richard Cadillac Back

You know animals talk to me? Not that I wish they did, at times like when this big draft at my horse ranch did. Can you imagine riding this big guy? Like sitting in a Cadillac, Jack or Jill. 

I'm already up to my eyeballs in caring for Luna, my rescue horse and then one day she drags me up the hill (she's pushy like that at times) to show me how lonely King is. Flirting with him, biting him and then ignoring him. He fell in love with her and my treats and rubs.

 Don't they get it at the ranch that horses are herd animals? Oie. Not only is this huge guy lonely but the coyote's yapping at night scares him. King scared?!?!? Like tromp, tromp little coyote. But he is. He LOVES massages and so badly wants out to jog. I did sneak him out and he bolted up the hill - stopping to neigh at the top and announce - look June let me out! When he realized I wasn't playing back he came to me. If you're around Pacifica CA, know about horses, want a most joyful companion, contact me to see if you can volunteer with King. He needs you.

Being with horses is powerfully healing to our senses. This big draft is a real puppy at heart and will be grateful for your gossip, complaints, keep your secrets and thrill your heart.

Blessed be and come on up to the ranch!

Autumn Leaves Tell Life Story

Some people don't like the shortening days and longer nights that the Fall season brings to be. I, for one, enjoy this time of year.  It excites me with the cooler weather, crisp, sharper colors of nature, and scents of freshness all around. Autumn is a  sharp reminder that life changes, from sunny outdoor playtime to friendly home gatherings in the colder times, (depending on where you live & the chill factor) - life moves from glory of summer nature colors and slowly to the beauty of fall, and then the starkness of later winter time. For a pagan, Wicca and witch it is a time of reflection of what has been (elders honored), to the harsh reality that cooler time might bring in life, (keep our children fed & warm) to the dream time of tomorrow  (long dark nights, early bed.) The change of seasons is a reminder of how life too, changes as should we. Autumn is a reminder that all things need to change to cast off that which is no longer growing and in that fallow time to come, is new dreams and thoughts to be renewed in the future. Here are some more thoughts;

The gold, orange, rust, deep and lighter shades of red and dark brows of the autumn leaves excite my imagination and bring joy to my heart. The sweet clear air, crisper today than yesterday, reminds me that change is in the air. Nightfall descends before I finish cleaning my horse paddock; I pat each big friend saying I'll return soon. Together we look up as the sun dips lower, taking away the summer nights we spent in the hills, I smile, and they move closer to me. They too sensing that soon the nights will chill and rain will fall and they will huddle against the winds. A dash of thrill in my deep belly as I image the sparks of fires keeping my hearth warm, the arms of my dear sweet lover as we giggle and shiver in the long dark nights, to come. This blessed time, so dear to me, closer each day, as father sun dips earlier and the mother moon joins me sooner in my dreamy adventures. The rustling of the autumn leaves comforts my psyche as I touch the goddess of dream time fingertips as she beckons me to enter nightfall. Blessed be.

My novel, The Skye in June  is about acceptance and reconciliation; religion and non-judgment, immigrants and new lives, the early days of the Haight/Ashbury '60's and the affects upon a religious family in San Francisco. 

So Many Days

If you could relive one day of your life just as it was, what day would it be and why?
Submitted by A Blessed Mess.

 Many happy memorable days - like the birth of my wonderful and only child. Three years ago, my wedding day to my loving husband and best friend. Must I only pick one?

Normal Life for Witch

I’m so exited to share that this witch has been invited to be with Normal people in month of October, Season of the Witch.  What will it be like? Who shall I meet?  Oh! the thrill of it. The invitation to theNormal/Bloomington, Illinois area to present my book,The Skye in June, (about a young witch-in-the-making) at Immanuel Bible Foundation and Broadview Mansion.  Shall I survive as a witch within the Normal Christian home? And I thought sharing witchcraft with the 

Floridian girl scout troop as a step on the hot coal experience.  

How will Normal receive this author, psychic and witch from, of all places, San Francisco? We certainly know that many think of my dear City – Baghdad by the Bay – as a place of nutty and evil people.  Of course, I hotly disagree –mostly - after all there are those over-the-wall folks. Cool it, say I. I concede a few might be a hinge “different” from the perfect normal image but really, quite harmless.

“I’ll contact pagan, Wicca’s in your area to come,” said I to my Normal connection.  She replied, - I don’t think there are any in Normal."

 Trust me, dear, witch June purred wickedly, they’re there. Five minutes on internet and Google coughed up three pagans/Wiccans/Goddesses' groups. Twenty-four hours later - all interested replied to book event. One group, from their spokeswitch, came back so darkly negative full of fear, our privacy, our seriousness as witches...oie, glad I'm living in a place to openly practice -even with the judgements it was not as harsh as this one group had of myself. 

Ahh, life is good and full of surprises.  A normal day in the life of a witch.