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Connectedness

1/3/2014

On Tuesday, January 31st, I had some errands to do (drop my husband off at work, a chiropractor appointment, post office, and grocery shopping) but my children did not want to come with me and because they are old enough, my son is sixteen, my daughter eleven, I left them home while I did what had to be done. I had made arrangements the night before with my son to be awake when I came home with the groceries so he could help me carry them in from the car and put them away. I explained that I would call him before I left the grocery store to be sure he was awake and dressed since if left alone he could sleep until noon or later. He agreed.

Well, when I was done I called him from the parking lot of Stop & Shop only to have the call go to his voice mail. Twice. I was annoyed and preceded to drive home. I tried to ease my frustration by listening to the music I had playing in the car. I enjoyed the song: Justin Timberlake – What Goes Around.

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The Boy In The Window

8/2/2013

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The strangest thing happened the afternoon of March 13, 2012 around 2:30pm while driving from the Northend of New Bedford to the Westend to pick up my daughter from elementary school. The sky was a bit overcast. I was unintentionally following a blue sedan most of the way and listening to some '80s music on my MP3 player. I was in a relaxed and joyful mood singing to whatever song was playing at the time, I'm not sure exactly what it was. I was paying attention to the vehicle in front me as well as the other vehicles as we drove down County Street. As we approached the stop sign at the intersection of Linden Street a WB Mason truck passed me traveling North on County. I stopped behind the sedan

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The Young Boy

6/20/2013

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On the evening of May 9th, 2011 after our usual coven meeting two of my coven mates and I were talking as we walked toward my front door from my dining room where we hold our meetings and what I consider to the magickal apex of our sacred space. As we paused in my living room one of the women who was standing closest to the front door, glanced at the television, which is in the living room. The other woman was standing near her between the staircase and the back of the sofa, which is parallel to the television. I stood next to her. On the television screen was the description of a documentary on Jesus Christ that I had watched earlier in the day on Netflix and the woman standing nearest the front door commented on it. As I went to respond to her something caught my eye and I glanced at the stairs. The other woman turned her head following my gaze. We both turned back catching each other’s eyes.

I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.

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Are Witches More Psychic Than Muggles?

3/20/2013

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Recently I overheard someone state that witches were more psychic than other people (muggles). Really? Is this true? I’m not so certain that statement resonates with me. I believe that each of us is born with psychic abilities. We possessed them prior to physical manifestation (birth), we retain them while possessing a body and will maintain them once we transition back to our spirit self. I don’t believe that we ever loose these innate abilities however I do understand that while we inhabit our bodies, and as time as we know it here passes, we become more ingrained in the physical than we once were. It is because of this that we may lose ‘touch’ with our psychic self who is still connected to God Herself or Divine Energy.

Life on this physical plane of existence is amazing! The physical is full of so many different sounds, tastes, sights, scents and feelings. Our bodies

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Who Am I?

2/26/2013

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I’ve always considered myself religious and/or spiritual. The word I chose to describe myself really depended on when in my life you ask me and where I was on my path seeking Truth. Was I religious? Yes, indeed I was - if at that time I was Roman Catholic or Methodist or One of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Was I spiritual? Yes, if you asked me at any other time. Because, you see, just as countless others have, I’ve traveled a convoluted winding pathway of concepts and ideas some filled with contradictions and absolutes as well as freedom from all dogma and restrictions. I am constantly seeking the answers to life’s most profound questions. You know the ones: Why am I here? What is the purpose of my life? What does God want from me? The list of questions goes on and on and I always felt there was a way to find the answers. I was certain they didn’t dwell in a book nor would pure faith give me the responses I sought. I knew they were within my reach. Somewhere. I just couldn’t see them. I needed to find the key, which my spirit/soul/inner being told me was buried within spirituality.

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