Free To Believe

Judgement is alive and well in the world today. No matter what you practice, whether you are among a minority or majority, if the masses or powers that be were taught at a young age something is not right, they truly believe it is not.

It takes years to empty ones head of old school thinking/methods/brainwashing, when their heart and soul believes in something else. Who is to say what is right or wrong?

Living in small town Canada, this is right in my face, truth. Being raised Catholic, I lived in a catholic religion world. I was afraid of “God”, I was afraid of the priest, I was afraid of talking out loud within the 4 walls of the church. I was so afraid to sin! I was afraid to eat before church on Sunday because I was told, you praise “God” on an empty stomach. Did “God” like the sounds of rumbling stomachs, as His followers knelt before the priest in the church on Sunday morning? As a young girl, these are the thoughts that would float through my little brain, as I stood, knelt and sat at my pew beside my elders. I couldn’t see anything from my pew, being as short as I was, as I am, but I could hear the rumbling stomachs, as well as the off key congregation singing , The Old Wooden Cross and smell the bad morning breaths hovering over my head. Funny thing is, with regards to the wooden cross, just a couple years ago, when I posted in my social media, a picture of Jesus, resembling, Carey Price, my Habs goalie with the slogan, “God Bless Jesus Price”, one of my followers, a practising Catholic was so insulted that I did and he made comment to just how insulted he was, that another follower responded to him,

“Put down the cross, we need the wood!”

The practising Catholic was so angry and the gent on a spiritual journey wasn’t. Why?And that gent was a believer in The Creator,  on his journey of recovery, so it made me begin thinking more of this whole religion thing. Where was it leading me? \how and what roll was it playing in my life, positive, negative or at all?

What or who could I relate to, as an adult, free to pick my leader. lol And where do I want to be lead to? This is where my native culture began to play a greater part in my life and a pagan world I had began following years prior but let the teachings fall to the wayside. So I picked up where I left off.

Oh what a judgemental world we live in and how real that is when you follow a path of Wicca beliefs, paganism and the church of nature. I still have a long way to go, but what a beautiful inner peace I have gained. I don’t question my being, like I did for so long. I am perfect, just the way I am and so are you!

Believe in what you want, I won’t judge you or force upon you my beliefs, I ask for the same in return. There is the biggest challenge for us all. 😉

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My Roots Are Showing

 

 

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Forever she wakes at 4am. My busy body is set it seems to wake between 4 and 5 am. I have been for years now and just view it as part of who I am. It is my quiet time. It is the magic hours where I focus on, how to improve my victories over any specific set of deterring circumstances in my life and or improving the growth of my psychic self. Every hour on the moon and sun clock can be magical, are magical, where we can take the time, when it is bestowed upon us, to balance all matters of the mind, body and soul.

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This past week, our 48 hour outing, enjoying the Harley ride with the wind in our faces, the rest stops and an over night hotel stay took us along southern Ontario shores. The views were plentiful and rest stops educational.

Like the row of trees with roots showing. Spooky and magical at the same time. The newly paved side roads..rolling black ribbons and of course the burnt nose..wind or sun? Who cares, nothing that coats of aloe vera couldn’t cool down.

Finding the beauty in each and every day, every moment takes time..it takes the time of maturity. And to enjoy that beauty with someone you love, another set of eyes and thoughts, makes it magical and the time of this ladies life, along side or in this case, behind my handsome biker.

My hearts riding in the wind, with his.

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Harley & My Senses

bikeThe summer of 2017 has just started and will never be forgotten! Because it is my 1st time ever taken for a ride on a motorcycle, well 3 rides to date. And on what else but the infamous Harley Davidson. My man being a biker since his teen years and a true lover of the Harley has convinced me, if you want the ride of a lifetime, it has to be on a Harley! It doesn’t hurt to love the driver, either, 😉

He told me how my senses would be taking full notice of the sights, sounds and smells. Do they ever! I love it! The different smells of trees is so there, but so is the ugly smell of pollution at times. I learnt how the 1st ride would probably be a pain in the a**, lol but there is a powder that can help with some of that discomfort. I felt the pain that day, but haven’t since ride one.

I can’t say enough about my experience thus far, other than, magnificent!!.. after all, it is the closest I could get to riding a broom, eh. ..lol.. 🙂

I do hope you get to experience something different, that you never tried before, this coming summer. Life is too darn short, not to!

Watch for future posts of my senses alive on a Harley in the summer of 2017!

 

 

The Wheels Of Life Go Round & Round!

I am reading aritcles/books with regards to the human thought process, spirituality, issues, recovery ideas and overall the human condition. Having worked at the addictions centre, I did read the big book, those years ago, as well as study the program and the steps. I have been going over some of what I learnt, gathering information regarding, even coming upon The Big Book, a few day ago at a sale and buying it to read again. I have been reading, Canadian Addiction surveys, from difference sources..
” About 1 in 10 Canadians has these styles of heavier drinking, with significantly
higher percentages in the four Atlantic Provinces and in
Alberta. For a country of Canada’s size and diversity, there is considerable convergence in findings across provinces regarding the prevalence of alcohol and “illicit” drug use and related harms. There are also important differences in terms of levels and patterns of use, and risk of harms that are of significance not only to researchers, but to decision makers and ultimately to all Canadians.”
.. what caught my eye in that articles was the, 1 in 10 Canadians having this life style, to a point where it may cause harm to the user and their relationships. You love the addict, but hate the disease and that is why ALANON is out there and of course AA for the addict, themselves. No one is perfect. Addictions are diseases, not just in alcohol or drugs, but food, sex, etc. Then we have the mental labels/disorders, such as depression and bipolar, then the physical ailments such as, convulsions, auto-immune diseases and more.
So if statistics are showing, 1 in 10 have alcohol and drug issues, the other 9 maybe have the mental, physical, the gene pool maladies, leaving you a population of ailing people..lol.. and I am one of them and so is the other person on your right, and on my left. 😉 I think the world needs to be more compassionate with each other, stop being so dam judgemental!
The old saying, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors or don’t judge a book by its cover, should be more than just words! We need to take action. Read up on maladies of human kind, understand more of what others are going through. Because some day, you just may be the person who wishes, others were not so judgemental, if your life took a 360 turn, for the not so better.
Don’t take your health for granted, mental, physical and or spiritual. Some body loves you just the way you are!
Next week, to re-read, The Big Book, is on my agenda, of understanding. And remember, tomorrow is another day, to get it right and the day after that and after that and…  😉

My Trail Mix

me4I started walking this path the day I was born, but it did not become a reality for me until 2005 and I don’t think it will ever end.

My belief in something greater than myself.. a Goddess, a God, a Creator.

This Creator of mine is not who/what my parents believed in, the schools or churches I went to as a child. This Creator is something/someone who was with me through all my own life experiences, the most recent since 2005. My Creator has brought me comfort and salvation through lessons and unconditional love.  My Creator showed me, my own strength.

Until the day comes when we all hit our bottoms or begin searching for peace of mind, soul and body, the Creator awaits without judgement, arms wide open and guidance.

I found my Creator between the Wicca teachings and my native culture. I am fulfilled and humbly grateful.

 

 

He Forgot To Say I Love You

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11 yrs ago this month, a great man left this earth…My Father..Eugene D. Solomon. Dad wrote me a letter before that year, explaining why and apologizing for not expressing the words..I love you…to me as a child. I did not take his apology serious…until…after his passing, he come to me through a medium. Now some may say its all hocus-pocus,  however I never met or knew of this mediums existence before that day. She said, your father stands behind you (described him in detail) with a small dog in his arms, your dog and with a sad face he said he apologizes for taking your dog away. (he also related other details that no one but he and I would know about). Yes, that was my dog and yes this time, I accepted his apology for all the wrongs and accept to this day all the love he shares with me as my Guardian Angel with each breath against my cheek before I go to sleep..my father whispering the words, I love you. His personal best was what I received as a child and his unconditional love now, into eternity. Take no one for granted! This is the day of a new beginnings, don’t waste the season, live in the now and love every waking moment!!!