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A Special Day For A Special Deity (I Create My Very Own Higher Power!)

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I picked Foo-Foo Bunny because after awhile, you just get tired of the same old thunder-gods, sky-lords, and murderously dysfunctional celestial grand-dads...

 

And because I’m also bored with the usual lists of “Official Magickal Correspondences” for everything under the Sun, Moon and Stars, here are some amusing new ones for my fluffy new Goddess…

Deity: Cosmic Fluffy Pink Vanilla High Priestess Foo-Foo Bunny (a.k.a. Puffy Foo-Foo Bun-Buns)

Magickal Colors: White, cream, off-white, ivory, eggshell, vanilla, moonlight-pearl, pink, cerise, rose, fuchsia, mauve, blush, coral, strawberry, shell, raspberry sherbet.

Ritual Gems: Cubic Zirconia (clear), White Topaz, Rhodochrosite, faceted Pink Acrylic Resin round hair-bobbles (especially the kind with glitter in them).

Sacred Minerals: Salt-block/Rock-Salt, Argon, Tungsten, Uranium.

Ritual Food Offerings: Carrot Cake, Alfalfa Sprouts, White/Milk Chocolate Bunnies, Rose-Scented Turkish Delight, Marshmallows, Raw Snow-peas, Fresh Spinach, Mixed Greens Salad with Raspberry Vinaigrette, Raw Green-beans, Peach Cobbler with Whipped Cream, Deviled Eggs, Macaroons, Cream Puffs, Vanilla Yogurt, Tofu, Candied Violets, Flaked Coconut, Bok Choy, Celery, Jicama, Cream Cheese, Waldorf Salad, Maple Syrup.

Ritual Beverages: Vanilla Milkshake, Water, Jasmine Green Tea, Egg Nog.

Magickal Days of the Week: Monday-Wednesday-Friday (during even-numbered weeks), Sunday-Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday (during odd-numbered weeks).

Lucky Numbers: 7; negative 15; the square root of 53, cubed; Pi; Phi; the Magnetic Resonance Determination of Planck’s Constant; 666.652732; 1,950; 8,342,965.

Ruling Planets: Omicron Ceti V, Nibiru (Northern Hemisphere only), Luna (Earth’s Moon).

Incense: Gardenia/Musk/Arrowroot.

Ritual Oils: Vanilla (naturally…), Carnation, Coconut, White Ginger.

Sacred Trees: Hawthorn, Peach, Orchid Tree, Sugar Maple, Willow.

Sacred Herbs: Rabbit’s-foot Fern, Hare’s-Foot Clover, Yarrow, Comfrey, Dandelion, Parsley, Spearmint, Arugula, Curly Endive, Red Cabbage, Rutabagas.

Sacred Flowers: Hare-Bells, Clover Blossom, Wild Pink/Carnation, Tuberose, White Freesia, Damask Rose, Violet, Honeysuckle, Plumeria, Stargazer Lily, Tulips, Heather, Sweet Peas, Lady Slipper Orchid.

Totem Objects: Dust-Bunnies, Carrots and/or Parsnips, Rabbit-Ear Headgear, Nebulae (especially if pink in color), Open Star Clusters, Plush Toy Rabbits, Powder-Puffs, Cotton Balls, Fluffy Pastel-Colored Exfoliating Bath-Sponges.

Sacred Locations: Crop circles, vegetable gardens, the produce department of the neighborhood supermarket.

Ritual Tool: Bunny Slippers.

Sacred Substance: Angora.

Major Feast Days: February 29th (the Leap-Day of Leap Year), May 14th (my birthday), September 10th (my best friend’s birthday), and of course Eostre/the Spring Equinox, the main European Hare/Rabbit/Goddess festival.

Minor Feast Days: May 6th (Rudolph Valentino’s birthday), October 18th (George C. Scott’s birthday), June 20th (Errol Flynn’s birthday), March 16th (Caroline Herschel’s birthday), November 23rd (Harpo Marx’s birthday), March 6th (Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s birthday), August 17th (Mae West’s birthday), March 22nd (William Shatner’s birthday), April 21st (Charlotte Bronte’s birthday).

Types of Magick Presided Over by Deity:

–Sex-Magick involving implements or articles of clothing made out of white fur.

–Invoke for successful career as pastry chef, amateur astronomer, florist, belly-dancer, milliner, lace-maker, soft-pretzel baker or rhinestone importer.

–Gives protection from static electricity clothes-cling, incompetent beauticians, unwanted Oscar nominations and Federal Income Tax audits.

–Aids with alchemical operations involving the brewing of herbal and/or fruit liqueurs, love philtres and the compounding of Flying Ointments.

–Bestows dimples in offspring if offered white candles anointed with Jasmine Oil, Maple Syrup and Powdered Sugar during the first trimester of pregnancy.

–Grants the ability to cheat successfully at card games or chess matches if invoked with a food-offering of licorice-whips and sloe-gin during the Waning Moon.

Special Ritual Activities:

–Wearing at least one article of clothing made out of angora on your person at all times.

–Hoarding rabbit figurines or bunny-shaped salt-and-pepper shakers.

–Wearing a pair of Bunny Slippers and/or Rabbit-Ears while eating a bag of marshmallows (your choice of flavor).

–Any hopping activity, such as jumping on a pogo-stick or trampoline, jumping up and down for 30 seconds or more, or hopping repeatedly on one foot.

–Dancing naked under the Full Moon.

–Buying and giving plush toy rabbits to total strangers.

–Catching and free-releasing all home dust-bunnies out-of-doors instead of cruelly vacuuming them to bits.

Blessed 17-Syllable Extremely Holy Foo-Foo Mantra:

Hip-it-ti, Hop-it-ti, Bip-it-ti, Bop-it-ti, O-Fu-Tu-Yu-Tu!

…And there you have it! Less vengeful and way cuter than Yahweh, and able to magickally multiply Herself a billion billion times over to personally answer every Exfoliating Bath-Sponge need there is…

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Personal Sigils (or, Why Should Djinn, Demons and Planetary Intelligences Have All The Fun…?)

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As a Sorceress who Works a lot with Djinn (and their European shape-shifting counterparts, the Poukhas), I have learned some basic applications involving Planetary (a.k.a. Magick) Squares. One of the coolest uses of Planetary Squares is that they can be employed to generate sigils– shaped signs that invoke and hold energy. The fact is that sigils are not just for spirits and energies aligned with the Astral vibes of the Classical Planets of antiquity (i.e., Luna, Sol, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn), they can also be made for the name of any applicant for whom a Sorceress may draw or construct a talisman, as well as for the Magician her/him/self, as a ritual signet, or– as I have a personal Egyptian bias to my Magick– a magickal cartouche. Magickal Names, when carefully chosen, have a great deal of power and consecrating force– personal sigils can not only be used to mark ritual tools, they also make excellent Warding Marks that nicely key the energy of a consecrated space to the user of that space. They also can be used to personalize a talisman– by creating a sigil for the given name of the subject who is to receive the talisman, the energy of the talisman will focus on that person only.

I will not go into all the ins-and-outs of Magick Squares for each of the Planets (that will likely come in later posts), but instead, I will focus on the simplest and yet most powerful of all the Planetary Squares, the Square of Saturn. Thanks to my experiences with Djinn and other planet-related energies, I have a somewhat different view of all things Astral, and Saturnian energy in particular.  I think Saturn gets very bad ‘magickal press’ because loads of occultists have projected their own Shadow-selves, personal fears and preconceived hierarchical notions onto the Planet for millenia, and have made a lead-plated mask and a dour, awful caricature of the energy the Planetary Spirits of Saturn actually modulate.

[I will also note here that I am way, way outside most standard magickal systems around today, and I think that what I understand of the Djinn tribes is as they were originally (and still are, despite attempted monotheistic ‘demotions’)– they are nothing less than the rulers, maintainers and distributors of planetary tides, forces, and yes, gifts, both spiritual and mundane. The angels– who are called messengers for the very good reason that this is usually the primary function they execute– often answer to, and perform tasks on behalf of, the Djinn Planetary Intelligences despite monotheist propaganda to the contrary. If this notion offends, dear reader, I will remind you of two things– 1) you may stop reading this post at any time, and ignore everything I am saying, as you have free will and may exercise it at your own volition, and 2) I have already stated that I am Pagan, so Working Magick and conversing directly with Astral energies and spirits is not forbidden for me. I will thus waste neither my time nor blog-space debating which Spiritual Win-Amp Skin is better, monotheist or pagan, especially when there is the most sublime Celestial Music playing on my Djinn-Powered Cosmic Win-Amp Player because I’ve actually learned how to work the Magick Buttons. Now back to the subject at hand–]

The key to understanding Saturnian energy is to be found in the Name of the Djinn-Lord of the Planet: Maymon Abba Nuch. If the name Maymon sounds vaguely familiar, it should– He is the biblical ‘Mammon’, intimately associated with the material plane. His energy was seen as ubiquitous in the world of the physical because Saturn/Maymon is the Lord of Structure. The planets of our solar system maintain the orbits they do in part because of the positions of Jupiter and Saturn relative to the Sun, and Saturn also manifests its own very beautifully organized miniature solar system of rings and moons. Both the organization and structure of physical life and the multiplicity of physical forms are manifestations of the Saturnian coalescing and organizing vibration.

The rest of Maymon’s Name, Abba Nuch, means Father of Rest. The Name references both the long, slow orbital period of Saturn as well as the Seventh Day of the Week– Saturday, the traditional Day of Rest, originally in honor of Maymon the Patient One, who moves deliberately and carefully through the heavens. Saturn was considered the Seventh (and highest) Planet of the Celestial Realm– Saturn’s sphere was the literal Seventh Heaven, which was raised above all others in sublime splendor, and this brings us to another main Saturnian energy– that of the Treasury, the Storehouse, and the Library. Saturnian energy amasses and stores, with providential Wisdom, and releases slowly and with regulation– it is the energy that enables the saving of abundance, over time, to meet future needs. It is the energy of patience, orderly regulation, and the collection of great wealth, both physical and spiritual.

Looking at Saturnian energy in this more respectful way (rather than as a dreary dumping-ground and mirror-of-projection for human fears and neuroses) makes plain the distinct need for Saturnian energy in every aspect of life, from healing to the management of physical, emotional and spiritual resources. It is no accident that the Djinn of Maymon’s Tribe were often petitioned by seekers after hidden or lost treasure, occult knowledge, or worldly power, as Maymon rules all these things as well as their withholding or bestowal.

Because of this structuring function of Saturnian energy, it was often invoked by Magick-users– the Square of Saturn has more recorded magickal uses than any of the other Planetary Squares. Besides the stabilizing function the Square brings with it, it is also the simplest to draw and use, as it is comprised of only nine blocks, laid out in a 3 x 3 grid. What I will demonstrate in this exercise is how to create a personal name-sigil, using a Square of Saturn. To do this, you will need pencil and paper, a Square of Saturn template and an alphabet/number chart:

The Alphabet Number Values are standard present-day numerological ones; other systems may be used, of course. The numbers in the Saturn Square itself are always placed in the same positions within the grid each time the square is drawn.

It’s always a good idea to practice– that’s another thing Saturnian energy is all about– and so I find it useful to keep a notebook handy, as there are many ways to draw any given sigil. I have found that sometimes I have to plot out a sigil more than once before I get the best, most energy-resonant shape for it. I definitely let my intuition guide me in this, and I do let the shape evolve through multiple sketches.

The drawing rules for the sigils are very simple– one starts by drawing a small circle in the box within the Saturn Square grid that corresponds to the first letter of the name or word being “sigil-ized”. If I were doing a sigil for my Magickal Name, Thorn, I would start by drawing a small circle in the upper right-hand square of the Saturn-grid, as the letter T corresponds to the number 2 in the Number Values chart. The next step would be to draw a line, either straight or curved, from the small beginning-point circle to the lower left-hand square of the grid, as the second letter of the name corresponds to the number 8. To indicate the sequence of numbers/letters in the sigil, an angled break is made in the line as it is drawn– thus, the angled points along the line indicate the numbered squares corresponding to the letters of the name. When one reaches the last letter of the name, a crescent or sickle-shape is drawn, indicating the “cutting” of the line at the end. I do a separate sigil for each element of the name, so if I were making a sigil for a person using their birth-name, I would actually do 3 individual sigils, for their first, middle and last names. Here are two diagrams of sigils for the names Thorn and Harefoot, with arrows indicating the angles that mark the letter-sequence of each–

It is alright for lines to cross in a sigil-- a crossed line is a bit of extra binding or protective force in the sigil.

It's no accident this sigil looks like a rabbit-- by the second drawing, I was starting to see the possibility of an ear-shape, but it took four tries for me to figure it all out.

Once I get the basic form of the sigils sorted out, then it’s time to think about any embellishments to them that I might want to add–

I turned the sickle at the end of the line into a Crescent Moon, and I added an extra circle to represent the rings of Saturn. I also included the Saturn-glyph, depending from the beginning circle, and the three dots reference the 3x3 Saturn grid.

Again, the rings of Saturn are referenced by an extra circle, the sickle-stop is now a Crescent Moon, and the Hare has an Eye.

Once anything extra has been added to the two sigils, I then combine them. I decided that this pair of sigils would go together vertically quite well, and so I set about turning them into a sort of “occult cartouche” that I could use in lieu of writing out my Magickal Name in runes or what-have-you. As I mentioned earlier in this post, I’ve got an Egyptian thread running through my Magick, so the cartouche-idea seemed like a good one. Since I also like to do collage-type artwork, I did an e-collage to show how the sigils could be combined with other things to make a talismanic signature–

I collaged Mars into the picture, as with my natal Moon in Aries (Ist Lunar Mansion/Ashvini) and a Scorpio Ascendant, Martian vigor is definitely a part of my energy. I also added the wavy-energy-lines below the Harefoot-sigil to reference the Egyptian hieroglyph, wn-t (wenet), which means "to exist" or "to be".

As I am sure is obvious by now, there are lots of possibilities to be explored with this kind of sigil construction. Besides using a Saturn Square, I have also done some sigils using a Mars Square, which is a 5 x 5 grid.

For anyone interested in more information on either Magick Squares, Arabic Magick traditions, or Working with the Djinn, I would highly recommend the book Magic That Works: Practical Training For The Children Of Light, by Frances Harrison and Nineveh Shadrach. I have, of course, adapted certain things in that book to my own style of Working, but the thing that can never be stressed too much is that is that ritual repetition is of key importance…

Which brings us full circle and back to patient Saturn and Maymon Abba Nuch, who will happily explain all sorts of wonderful things to one– such as how to make sigils “from scratch”– but only if  persistence and ritual dedication are shown. The tendency these days is for people to expect everything to be instantly delivered to them, including magickal understanding, and as Saturnian energy is so disrespected and scapegoated even in parts of the occult community, I am not really surprised that “One-Spell-One-Shot-Quick-Fix” magickal theory is the predominant flavor at the moment. I also think that this is the reason why lots of so-called Magick doesn’t work all that well for people– patient Saturnian repetition is required to make a lot of magick work, but folks can’t be bothered, or they’re busy scaring the poop out of themselves worrying about an immanent Saturn Return, because Saturn is the Astrological equivalent of the boogeyman. At any rate, my sigils do work– I’ve used them successfully a number of times– but they take time and patience to create and refine. If you like the idea of using sigils in your Magickal Work, please feel free to adapt what is presented here, and if you don’t– well, you’ll notice those Saturnian Moons I drew at the back of my Hare-sigil could also double as Cosmic Rabbit-Droppings…

Forget The Flowers And The Heart-Shaped Box Of Chocolates…

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Boxing Brown Hares were long assumed by human-testosterone-skewed ‘research’ to be two alpha males slugging it out for mating dominance. Actual direct observation of the sex of each animal in a boxing pair has determined that the fisticuffs in fact occur between mixed-sex couples, usually when a hormone-happy male gets too close to a female hare who wants no part of him and resents being romantically hassled while at the local salad bar. So here, for your Valentine’s Day viewing pleasure, is a picture that the Daily Mail ran a couple of years back of a Spring lothario being forcefully rebuffed by a seriously cheesed-off lady hare who is far more interested in snacking on the local greenery than she is in sex. Hare females can and do fight vigorously, to the point of ripping out tufts of fur, and keep eager males at bay by punching the living daylights out of them until such time as they are sexually receptive.

I feel humanity might learn a lesson or two from the Spring conduct of female hares, and I think that the world would be a much happier place for women if, say, Playboy Bunnies were issued brass knuckles and given free and legal rein to beat the snot out of any man they didn’t like, just because. Seriously, if one is going to dress as a female hare or rabbit, one should start acting like a real, honest-to-goodness flesh-and-blood hare and put unasked-for testosterone in its place with a series of metal-augmented jabs followed by a strong left hook… and maybe a knee to the groin for good measure. As the Swan of Avon once said, “The course of true love never did run smooth…”

Oh, and uh… Happy Valentine’s Day!

The Moon-Hare Nibbles The Edges Of My Night…

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My dream last night started with me standing on the sidewalk outside of my parents’ home. The neighborhood looked very much as it does at the present time, except for a couple of odd things. Firstly, although there was plenty of light, and I could see everything around me with a bright, daylight clarity, the sky above me was night-dark and filled with stars. Secondly, all the colors I saw were extremely beautiful and jewel-like; everything had a just-washed look to it, and although everything around me was somehow more vivid than usual, nothing was garish. Everything had the clear, crisp glow that one sometimes sees the surrounding landscape take on in the last bit of sunshine before a sudden thunderstorm descends.

As I stood on the sidewalk looking at everything, I turned towards the street, which in waking reality is a very busy four-lane thoroughfare with a wide center island that is, in the real-time present, planted with trees and shrubs of various kinds. In my dream, however, the street appeared as it did throughout most of my childhood when I was living there– the center of the street was paved and the island was marked off with double-yellow lines on the asphalt. The street, which is also almost always busy and full of traffic, was deserted and everything was very still and silent.

As I turned and looked across the street, I saw a man step off the curb on the opposite side and walk directly towards me. There were also people standing on the sidewalk across the street from me, and they too were watching the man as he crossed the quiet street. I could not see him very clearly at first, but by the time he was half way across, I could, and I also recognized him– it was Alan Rickman. He walked up to me, stopping about four feet away, and asked me if I could “please show him the way to get to the desert”. I responded, “Certainly. I know how to get there. You have to go over those hills over there, and then you keep heading east…” and I handed him a map. He said, “Well, can you show me exactly how to get there?” I said, “Do you mean you wish me to be your guide?” and he answered “Yes. I have to get to the deep desert as fast as possible.”

We started to walk in the direction I had indicated, and the dream skipped as we walked in a series of jumps, so almost immediately we were standing on a high rise looking down at a vast expanse of sandy desert. There were plants and cacti growing that made the place look somewhat like Anza-Borrego, but there were also dune-fields, and the sand was a deep russet-red. I looked down the slope we were standing on, and I said, “Geez! This place looks like Mars! Look at how red the sand is!”

The two of us began to descend the hill we were standing on– we followed the track of a deep ravine, and we eventually reached a flat area at the base of the hill. I said, “Well, you’re here. Don’t stay near where the ravine is, because if it rains in the foothills there will be a flash-flood through this whole area.” I bent over, and picked up a handful of sand, and I said, “I just can’t get over how red this sand is!” As I looked at the sand, I thought to myself, “Gee, I hope I guided him to the right desert…” Then I looked up, and I saw that there were about 20 camel-mounted Tuaregs ranged in a half-circle about 50 feet away. Alan was walking over to them like he expected to meet them, and I turned and started to walk back the way I had come.

At this point, the dream started to skip in a series of images– I saw the Tuaregs moving off, I saw a bunch of dune-buggy type vehicles driving around, and there was suddenly a lot of red dust in the air. I heard voices, and I saw people carrying boxes and bags of supplies, and I somehow got the idea that a camp had been set up somewhere below, but I couldn’t see it. I thought, “If they are making a movie, I can’t stay. I have to go, because they surely will not let me stay. Besides, I’m not even sure this is the right desert. I think I took him to Mars by mistake, and I think he might be angry when he finds out…”

The dream skipped again, and I was standing further up the slope. I was mixing some of the red sand/dirt with water from a canteen. When wetted, it had a clay-like consistency, sort of like overly thick ceramic slip. I pulled back the left sleeve of the garment I was wearing (which looked like a gauzy, pale robe of some sort), I dipped the first three fingers of my right hand in the sticky mud I had made, and I made three long, red marks with it up the inside of my left forearm. I raised my arm up to the sky, which was now a hot, clear turquoise, and I felt the clay dry instantly on my arm and begin to crack. I lowered my arm and looked around me, and it was like everything was moving in slow-motion– there were more Tuaregs hurrying past me on their camels, and one rider came right up to me, laughed, and rode away again.

I felt disappointed, because I kept thinking I would have liked to have seen the movie that everyone was making, but I kept feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there, and that I would make people angry if I stayed to watch. I hurriedly rubbed the red clay off my forearm, and as the crumbled bits blew away in the wind, I found myself back standing on the sidewalk out in front of my parents’ house. The sky was once more deep black and filled with stars, although everything seemed lit as bright as day when I looked around me. I turned my gaze up the street, towards the hills I had pointed to at the beginning of the dream, and as I did so, I again saw a man walking towards me.

It turned out to be Alan Rickman again, and this time, he walked right up to me. He took my left hand in his right, turned it upwards, and placed something in my palm. As he curled my fingers over the item, he said simply, “This is for you to keep.” He stood there while I opened my hand and looked at what he had given me– it was a sterling silver pendant on a chain, made in a tapered triangular shape that was vaguely claw-curved, and on one long side of the triangle, towards the wide base-end, there was a small, faceted peridot set in a circular silver bezel. I looked up at him with the intention of thanking him, but he just smiled, shook his head slightly and put a finger to his lips, so I stayed silent. I looked back down at the pendant, and when I looked back up, he was gone.

The last thing I remember in the dream was looking across the street at the people who were standing there. They all had their heads together and were talking amongst themselves, as apparently, they had all watched Alan give me the pendant. I heard them whispering, and I knew what they were saying wasn’t particularly nice, as they kept shooting me nasty looks. I heard someone say, “Who does she think she is?” and someone else said, “What makes her so special?” I felt momentarily bad, but my eye caught on the pendant again, and I looked at it and thought, “I know this means something– it’s supposed to be something, but I can’t think what…” and then I awoke.

I realized the very instant I came awake what the pendant was, and I jumped out of bed going, “Holy Sh*t! He gave me a Thorn! That’s what the pendant is! It’s a Thorn, and the Peridot… is green (my favorite color), and I know it has something to do with healing energy… Oo-oo-ooh, I gotta go check my gem-references and online…!!!”

At this point, I think I should mention that my Thorn-moniker has many deep associations for me, one of which harkens back to a time in my very early childhood, when I was around four years old. Back then, our family shared a duplex-type house with a family who had a single boy-child named Robert, who was a year older than I, and who was a complete hellion and bully. I have many bad memories of him– of being kicked, punched and having several dearly beloved toys wantonly destroyed– and I also came to the realization when I was much older (and in therapy) that both my parents, but in particular my mother, had not defended me at all in the face of the bullying behavior.

One of my “peak experiences” with Robert-related mayhem involved an ambush laid with thorn-laced rose-cuttings– Robert had come into the yard where I was playing and had called me names to get me to chase him. I was barefoot, and in the process of running around the corner of the house after him, I wound up stepping on several cut rose branches he had artfully arrayed beforehand across my path, so I would not be able to avoid stepping on them as I came around the corner of the house. I wound up with several superficial cuts and scratches on both feet and a thorn imbedded in my right big toe which was finally dislodged by the expedient of my father pinching my toe hard enough to make the blood build up behind the thorn, which shot forth– to the accompaniment of my heartfelt screams– like a bullet. My wound was then dosed with merthiolate (which stung like hell), and I was admonished to “just ignore Robert from now on”.

The net result of this episode was that although the physical thorn was long-gone from my toe, a spirit-thorn remained firmly in place, and it was not pulled until I took an up-close and very hard look at a long history of parental non-protection. In re-parenting myself, I made the thorn an emblem of the protection of the rose of my child-self, that would now be put to a good use, creating a no-nonsense boundary between my cherished, vulnerable bits and the Roberts of this world. In short, the Thorn of my wounding became the sign of my innate Power to protect both myself and others.

At present, in my day-to-day life, I find I face a rather emotionally-hard situation with respect to my parents’ care-giving, and because of my own moral compass (along with my parents’ deteriorated physical and mental condition), I feel an obligation to assist and protect those who protected me far less well when I was a young child and in need of them. While I share care-giving chores with two other family members and a paid caregiver, it still sometimes really sucks to realize that I parent my own parents far better in their dotage than they parented me throughout my entire childhood. One of my regular care-giving days with them was yesterday, so I am not surprised that I dreamed last night about standing on the sidewalk outside of their house, nor am I surprised I dreamed a Thorn, or that Spirit should remind me that although I am in the desert, I am also a Guide who knows something of the ways of the desert, like the Tuaregs on their camels, even if that desert of dementia sometimes makes it seem like I’m on Mars.

I am also thankful that the stars stretch over my head in both the Dream-world and the real one, that I have some Peridot beads to hand with which to make a bracelet to wear while care-giving (Peridot is one of those Stones that ‘heal the healer’), and that I received such an exquisite astral gift from the hand of so charming a Dream-messenger. It also need surprise no one that in one of my internet searches today, I found a vendor who makes sterling silver rose-thorn earrings and pendants cast from a mold she made of a thorn from a rosebush in her own garden. Naturally, I ordered one of her pendants–I think it will make a completely kick-ass amulet– and it comes with a little card, hand-lettered with this old Persian proverb:

“Who craves the Rose, must respect the Thorn.”