555, Something like a Fairy Tale

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When you see this sign a life changing thought or event has just occurred. You may not like it, or you may. Whatever the case your Spirit Guides are notifying you that a change in your life path direction has just occurred and it is time for you to change too. Move with it, follow these thoughts.


This is a true story.

It happened to me last night. I am still glowing in the wonder of it. The image chose above inspired me. I put some thought into writing something about it. I had no idea that this would happen to me. I have done some meditations using Pluto as a focal point of meditation. This was my first impression of the above image. That it was a door to the underworld.

It was 4:00 in the morning and was extremely cold and dark. The sound of cats running along the old wood floor was the only sound that was noticeable; besides the little water fall in the fish aquarium. I got out of a warm bed. I walked through the kitchen. I reached for the tablets that relieved my back pain. The white French doors of many windows contrasted with the ink night.

The lights above dimly gave the room a soft pink tone. This was my bed away from the bedroom. The couch supported my sore body. Covering myself with a purple knitted blanket I curled around the big red pillows and looked into our hearth. It was black as ink. White cement blocks were the structure of our hearth and fireplace.

I wondered about an image I recently saw of arches of red brick that moved away in perspective into darkness; a brick tunnel that moved forward into ink black darkness. I reflected on the image and wondered about it and the cold dark fireplace.

“How similar the fireplace and image look! This may be a way into the world of Pluto or a crypt that leads towards death. Oh, it is a very silent dark night! The image symbolizes fear and death,” I said reflectively.

It was an enjoyable time for a fire, but I was cozy and warm. I was too tired to light one. A cat pinned me down and was purring curled up beside my curved legs. The waxing gibbous moon was now far away from the horizon.

“No fire now Kitty… “

And oft to sleep I went.

Then suddenly my body and eyes glowed and awoke to the light.

“Rumbling crackles and the roar of a lion wind came forth out of the hearth.”

I felt heat all over my body and tossed my blanket off. The room filled with light. I turned my head to see a fire in the fireplace. The hearth that was dark from the cold now was warm and inviting. There was a fire going strong in the fireplace. I don’t have a clue how this happened? I was in shock.

“But how can this be?”

Running into my oldest son’s bedroom I found that he was not home. His room was dark. My youngest son was fast asleep. Husband was woken up by my words,

“Did you light the fire?”

“No!” He said, even though I asked him many times. I told him what happened, but he fell back asleep.

“How could this be?”

My mind was filled with fear and wonder. My heart and mind filled with thoughts and feelings of fairy tales.

“Is this magic, spirits, or nature spirits, I wonder if this is a manifestation of this?”

A room filled with light that blazes forth is not a pleasant thing to wake up to. I reflected on the meaning of light coming forth from darkness, it is an amazing thing to witness. I have read about such things happening. It is another thing to have it happen and to strangely witness it.

When my oldest son came home it was about 10 minutes after the event. I told him the story. We went over all the possibilities of why it happened.

“Sleep walking maybe or maybe you just forgot that you got the fire going?’

“No, I would have heard someone sleep walking and no, I did not light it!!”

We gave up and just accepted that it happened. Although not knowing for what crazy reason. I am glad that my son was witness to the fire. It was a strange fire that seemed to start suddenly and not to last as long as it should. We use 3-hour logs in our fireplace. He went to bed, and I stayed on the couch curled up. I was not scared or worried about the fire. I did think about Persephone. She is part of the underworld too. Her mythology is a big part of my life. For me she represents winter and spring, death, and rebirth, and light and dark.

Maybe this is what it means. I am curious to know what it means. This went through my mind over and over again. What is the probability of such a thing happening? It is not the first time I have experienced such an event, although this mysterious event is the most startling and overwhelmingly physical one. It was not a movie, dream, or book I was reading. This really happened to me, and it is wild.

I fell into the mystery of what had happened.

The red warmth of the otherworldly fire in my hearth seemed charmed now. There was a fresh sweetness in the air as I fell asleep. I awoke to an exceedingly small fire and the need to check the clock. I ran into my bedroom to see the time, it was 5:55 am. Morning time has come, now to get up and ready for the day. The music alarm clock was set to go off at 6 am. The fire was now completely out. The horizon was pink mixed with cypress trees. I took a shower, got dressed and prepared breakfast.

I have a good feeling in my belly now about the mysterious. That at the end of any dark tunnel of cold bricks that arch into darkness there may be a marvelous light waiting there, one that we may not see now. A blazing light is waiting to find us, and that Fairy tales are still alive and living among us, just waiting to amaze us. We still need to share this magic!!

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Weird Ass

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My son and I read Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales together and they are weird ass. We love them and we think about them often. They are based on oral tradition and their roots are based on a time so long ago and yet we blend with them in that place of our imagination. This is why I like William Blake, Albert Einstein and Nicola Tesla. They take different paths on religion-art, math and science but what unites them throughout time is their great imagination. They do something even more profound they also open a door into the imagination of nature. This is also the place of mythology and religion. I am not talking anything literal as in the dogma of any religion, science or math formula. My focus is on the weird ass part of all of these; as the funny, strange and sometimes truthful fantasy that becomes known as theories for example like relativity . A modern combination of astrology and astronomy seems like a paradox but not in the imagination. The lines between religion-art, math and science seems to be drawn now, but long ago as in fairy tales, never!  We can also loosen up our minds now as well. Here we, as human beings,  find a strange place in this mystery and it is a very weird ass place.

We go to the Griffith Observatory a lot. My husband and kid are into astronomy. I like it too but I enjoy the myths that hide behind it, as the ancient stories, the oral traditions and the images that endure over time. Weird ass stories and theories about the universe itself. The only integrity is the sun, moon, planets and beyond. This observatory stands high on a hill just like some weird ass magical castle or Greek temple. When you walk in its doors and look up you see religion-art, math and science. It reminds me of a medieval church where bible stories are painted on the walls. Great artists, architects and masons were hired to build these stories in stone. People could not read the stories so they learned by images and symbols. Is it any different today?  Maybe, but it is still very weird ass.

I use to be a member of the Rosicrucian Fellowship based in Oceanside California. There on the grounds is a healing temple. It looks a lot like the Griffith Observatory on the outside and very much the same on the inside. One looks up and sees an artist’s interpretation of the zodiac. The only difference is that the Observatory promotes science and the healing temple promotes love, healing and weird ass esoteric Christianity. Both buildings were built around the same time. Maybe I am an odd-ball that uses my imagination too much? I do admit to listening to the whispers of those long ago, once upon a time, oral traditions too closely.  I find that my imagination cannot tell the different between the two. They both look-alike and teach religion-art, math and science. Yes the focus is different but it is the same stuff.

After reading a Brothers Grimm Fairy Tale before my son goes to bed,  I often walk outside and look at the night sky. With all that we know about religion-art, math and science. It is still very weird ass to me !!

Lavendar Beer and a Gnome



I read this to my son.
“Did this really happen?” He said.
I replied
,“Maybe it did and maybe it didn’t !”


Mornings are foggy now.
I take the kid to school, I have my coffee, and I do my chores.

To day it is different.
I took the trash out.  I hear laughing.  An echo of laughter in the foggy morning.
I look round and see a shadow about three-feet tall. Then like a wisp of the wind a little green man is in front of me.


He has a green hat and green pants. His shoes are black and his coat-tail is purple. He pulls at my leg. He wants me to follow him to the others. I see others dancing and laughing. I join them. He now holds up a gold cup.


“Drink me lavender beer. From the lavender that grows under the pole, near the hole in the ground, ” said the green gnome.


I took a sniff. It smelled like lavender.
I then noticed the laughter stopped. The were all looking at me, waiting for me to drink.
I have read many a fairy tale to know that one should be very cautious about drinking anything from a gnome or fairy. Long silence. I will drink.

“This tastes very good. I love beer. I must say I never knew about lavender beer.”


Then I awoke in my living room. I was on the couch and the cats were sleeping ’round me. Looking out the French windows the fog lifted and the rays of the sun highlighted the  lavender.

Fin