This post will be about something I rarely ever talk about, mainly because it sounds unbelievable. You would think this came from a sci-fi fantasy book. But it happened, and I know, because I was there. And, I was the one that did it.
Many years ago, I was more in touch with myself, and Nature, than I am now. I sadly admit that. I would read very much, I would meditate frequently with a crystal, and spend time outside, admiring, and talking, to nature. I Love Her so very much. Well, there was this time, I was reading about invisibility. I concentrated on it. I also carried around Bloodstone., (one of my favorite stones!). I wanted to try becoming invisible,,,, which meant, becoming one with my surroundings. I wanted to be unseen in public places, I don't know why. It was not an obsession, to be unseen like that. I am a quiet person, and liked doing things by myself most of the time. I was just like that, I was happy with myself this way. I didn't mind doing things with other people, but they did not like doing things I liked. Does that make any sense, that I preferred being alone?
The first experience I had,,, I was walking down a hospital corridor with my family, and several other people. My father was in the front, I was trailing, in the back. My hands in my pockets, and in deep thought. I was thinking about what I have been reading,, becoming one with my surroundings,, absentmindedly caressing my stones. (I love caressing my stones). After several moments, my father stops, turns around, and says loudly, "Where is Angela! I don't see Angela!" (I know I was trailing, but he is pretty tall, and could see over everyone easily). I just looked at him, raising my hand, and answered, "I am here, Pa.". Then he says, "I'm sorry, I did not see you."
Another instance,, I was waiting outside of the factory I worked at. My father was coming to give me a ride home. I waited,,, and watched them drive by me, make a circle, then come back. When I got in the truck, I asked what happened, and all they said was, "Where were you?" They did not see me. of course, I told them that I was standing on that spot the whole time. They never really have talked to me about my practices,,, but I feel that was because they disapproved.
One more instance I will describe,, I was shopping with a friend one evening, and the store was packed. We were half way through our shopping, and decided to get another cart, so we could separate our things before checking out. The place was packed. She waited for me beside a register,,, as I took a deep breath, and walked briskly through all of the people and their carts. As I was headed towards the empty carts, I saw a woman coming at me from the corner of my eye. Without slowing down, I somehow avoided a collision with her cart, by turning my body at just the right time. It all happened so fast, I never thought about onlookers. When I got back to where my friend was, she had told me that it looked like that woman and her cart went right through me. She asked how I avoided getting hit, I was walking so fast.
Anyway, I have had people walk right by me and not see me, on many occasions. I have scared people, because they would not see or hear me.
Blending in with your surroundings.
I wouldn't really know how to explain that in words. I am not good with words. It is easy to tell someone to just sit and concentrate, meditate, and breathe deeply and slowly. But there is more to it, more, that I can not find the words for.
20.1.12
14.1.12
Airborn
Before beginning my post for the night, I want to apologize,, for I am not feeling very creative tonight.
All I could think about, when concentrating tonight's post with my second "A" post,,, was being airborne.
Back in my very early 20's, during my first marriage, I was basically a prisoner. My husband and I lived with his mother. he was free to come and go as he pleased, but me, I had to sit there, in her vision, all of the time. I couldn't go outside without her watching me constantly, from a window.
Anyway, that is a whole other story. But, one beautiful Summer day, I walked out, and went around to the back side of the house, and sat on the edge of a hill. I was almost completely surrounded by a forest. I had nothing in particular on my mind, I just wanted to get some fresh air, and away from my ever watching eyes. I will never forget the day.
The sky was clear, bright and beautiful. I sat there, and took a deep breath, and just closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a Falcon's cry, and I opened my eyes. just taking the experience, and view, in. I was flying! I was gliding among the treetops, then higher, swooping down. I then turned, as I admired the view from above, looking down upon all of the trees, then I headed back. I approached myself quickly, and barley swooped when I neared my body. I could see me sitting there on the edge of the hill, with my eyes closed, in my blue clothing. After I saw my body on the ground, things went black again,,, then I opened my eyes, only to be sitting on the edge of the hill. I hear a Falcon's cry,,,, look up, and watch it glide away from me, in the same direction I was flying from. I sat there in that spot for a long time before going back inside.
This happened many years before my Path had found me. I never understood this,, but I kept wanting to fly again. That was the most peaceful sensation I had ever felt.
That is really all of it, and, my apologies again, for not being creative. it was the thought of my spirit being airborne, that kept whispering to me this week, for my second "A" post.
All I could think about, when concentrating tonight's post with my second "A" post,,, was being airborne.
Back in my very early 20's, during my first marriage, I was basically a prisoner. My husband and I lived with his mother. he was free to come and go as he pleased, but me, I had to sit there, in her vision, all of the time. I couldn't go outside without her watching me constantly, from a window.
Anyway, that is a whole other story. But, one beautiful Summer day, I walked out, and went around to the back side of the house, and sat on the edge of a hill. I was almost completely surrounded by a forest. I had nothing in particular on my mind, I just wanted to get some fresh air, and away from my ever watching eyes. I will never forget the day.
The sky was clear, bright and beautiful. I sat there, and took a deep breath, and just closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a Falcon's cry, and I opened my eyes. just taking the experience, and view, in. I was flying! I was gliding among the treetops, then higher, swooping down. I then turned, as I admired the view from above, looking down upon all of the trees, then I headed back. I approached myself quickly, and barley swooped when I neared my body. I could see me sitting there on the edge of the hill, with my eyes closed, in my blue clothing. After I saw my body on the ground, things went black again,,, then I opened my eyes, only to be sitting on the edge of the hill. I hear a Falcon's cry,,,, look up, and watch it glide away from me, in the same direction I was flying from. I sat there in that spot for a long time before going back inside.
This happened many years before my Path had found me. I never understood this,, but I kept wanting to fly again. That was the most peaceful sensation I had ever felt.
That is really all of it, and, my apologies again, for not being creative. it was the thought of my spirit being airborne, that kept whispering to me this week, for my second "A" post.
7.1.12
An Altar
When my Path found me, one of the first things I wanted was an altar. I had a fetish for small tables, and even more so of they were vintage. I had come upon an old coffee table which was given to me around the same time I started looking for a small table, to use as my own personal altar. Oh, how I loved that old table, I had great plans for it, after getting my own place. I was wanting to restore it as best as I could. Anyway, after getting the table into my room, I cleansed a special part of my room for this table, making sure to keep any and all clutter away from it. For a while, I was undecided on an altar cloth, to cover and protect the wood. I decided on going with something white, but I could not find a white scarf. So, I went on a search, for several yards of white material. As much as I would have loved to have one with a silver/black pentacle in the center, I had to try keeping it as plain as I could, since I did live with another family, plus the fact that I lived in a "Bible belt", I had to lay low, and try my best to be inconspicuous.
Well, I went t Walmart, looking through the fabrics. Each week, would bring a different type of white material home, to give it a "test drive" on my altar. Although the material was white, it still did not feel right. After a couple of months, I finally found the material. It was something, if I remember correctly, called "peach cloth". it was so very soft and silky to the touch, and drapes beautifully. I loved it!
I had a Goddess Statue on the left side of the altar, and the right side, I had a brass Buddha statue. My candles, most of the time white, were, of course, in the center, between the deities.My altar table was the perfect size, I could sit there, before the altar, with my feet folded under me comfortably.
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There is a part of me that misses that altar. But, there is nothing I can do about it now,, the table is long gone, if not destroyed. See, when I moved to Italy, I had to leave the table, but I did keep my statues. during my 5 years in Italy, I had no altar. I really couldn't openly practice much at all, since we did live with my mother in law, and she is a devout Catholic. Every time she saw me wearing one of my stones, she would lecture me on how I needed to go to church.
Well, during those 5 years, I found an altar, inside me, one that no one can disturb. I would sit quietly, meditating, envisioning my candles burning. I just love the presence of a candle flame.
Since being back in America, I have not yet built a physical altar for myself. But I do plan on it, once I finally find a home for my son and I. Until then, I will visit my altar within.
I look for the day that I can once again freely assemble an altar, and place my deities upon it, and gaze upon them, whilst my candles are burning brightly.
Well, I went t Walmart, looking through the fabrics. Each week, would bring a different type of white material home, to give it a "test drive" on my altar. Although the material was white, it still did not feel right. After a couple of months, I finally found the material. It was something, if I remember correctly, called "peach cloth". it was so very soft and silky to the touch, and drapes beautifully. I loved it!
I had a Goddess Statue on the left side of the altar, and the right side, I had a brass Buddha statue. My candles, most of the time white, were, of course, in the center, between the deities.My altar table was the perfect size, I could sit there, before the altar, with my feet folded under me comfortably.
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There is a part of me that misses that altar. But, there is nothing I can do about it now,, the table is long gone, if not destroyed. See, when I moved to Italy, I had to leave the table, but I did keep my statues. during my 5 years in Italy, I had no altar. I really couldn't openly practice much at all, since we did live with my mother in law, and she is a devout Catholic. Every time she saw me wearing one of my stones, she would lecture me on how I needed to go to church.
Well, during those 5 years, I found an altar, inside me, one that no one can disturb. I would sit quietly, meditating, envisioning my candles burning. I just love the presence of a candle flame.
Since being back in America, I have not yet built a physical altar for myself. But I do plan on it, once I finally find a home for my son and I. Until then, I will visit my altar within.
I look for the day that I can once again freely assemble an altar, and place my deities upon it, and gaze upon them, whilst my candles are burning brightly.
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