Let me begin by saying that this post will be about personal preference, personal experience, and personal favorites. This information is not to be considered professional advice.
I have been using essential oils for several years now and there are several that I would just feel lost without.
We began with the very popular Tea Tree Oil, and it is still a nice one, but I find myself reaching for it less and less as I get to know these other oils.
I don't know if I have a number one favorite, so these are in no particular order:
~Peppermint and Eucalyptus~ These are not the same, but I find that they can be used interchangeably for many things, such as anything related to breathing. They are cooling.
~Frankincense~What a heavy hitter! This oil is a warm one, and powerful enough to fight cancer, yet gentle enough to be used without a carrier on facial skin. In my mind, Frankincense is a deep worker than can help to cure what ails you, physically and spiritually.
~Rose~Feeling down? Reach for Rose, the most uplifting of all the oils. It might raise your vibration so quickly you could feel dizzy, grounding is a word that I have learned to use a lot! (Certain crystals help with grounding. Amethyst and Rose Quartz would probably enhance the effects of Rose Oil, while labradorite, onyx, carnelian, and sardonyx [a blend of onyx and carnelian] might help to ground, they are some of my favorites for feeling grounded, there are many more options.) Don't reach for Rose if you are afraid of heights... metaphysically speaking. Scientifically speaking, the higher your vibration the healthier and happier you are likely to be, and there is science behind that statement.... research it yourself.
~Citruses (Lemon, Lime, Orange, Tangerine, etc)~Again, these oils are not the same, but they have many of the same affectations. Clarity and immune balancing being high on the list of why I might reach for them. I have read that Lime is one of the most popular smells on the planet. The citruses are not known to have long shelf lives and they aren't usually among the most expensive of oils, so they are nice to use often. Lemon on the bottom of the feet has been helpful for easing fevers, a few drops every two hours was recommended and possibly a much more balanced alternative than other over-the-counter fever medicines.
~Rosemary~Headaches
~Lavender~Flies and moths don't like it, and it is a general soother, also good for breathing issues and immune balancing.
~Lemongrass~ Try it for yourself. I don't even know what to say about this one.... it seems to enhance whatever positive energy is already present.
~Clove~ Another powerful punch, it just seems to kill negative things like pain, bad breath, parasites, germs, etc...
These Blends from Eden's Garden are also among my "always want to have on hand" list:
~Four Thieves Blend~Clove, Lemon, Eucalyptus, Rosemary (good for what ails ya, pretty much)
~Stay Alert Blend~In spite of its name, this oil is great for promoting a good night's sleep, silencing snoring and enhancing breathing, when used on the length of the spine in combination with frankincense it can encourage circulation while sleeping, and some have reported incredible healing.
~PMS Ease Blend~this is a great for the complaints related to female hormones
~Peace Blend~Doesn't the name say it all? We have also found that it is soothing for itchy skin due to poison ivy or bug bites. I also like to use Peace or Frankincense on my hands when practicing Reiki.
Most of these oils are also great for cleaning and repelling pests. There are many more that we have tried and liked, but this list includes the ones I find myself reaching for again, and again, and again, and again....
Monday, September 28, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Being American
We did it. We created America. A few hundred years have gone by and we are still here, the Americans. Who are we? Who am I? This American that I am.
This morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock radio and an NPR interview with American musician Zack Condon. He is different from me, but his words resonated similarities. Searching the world for my own sound. Finding it at home. Thank you for that, Zack.
I haven't actually gone searching like he did, but my husband has done some traveling. The more he reflects on the differences in places and cultures the more I wonder who we are, as a people. Are we a people. The world seems to see us a people, "those Americans." Some want to be us, some want to destroy us, but they all know that we are here. Whoever we are.
We came here to this country from all over the world and fought with the people that were already here. I was told in Christian School that they were heathens. I am now surprised that people are still saying that. Less people are saying that, but people are still saying that.
We have attempted to destroyed this place. We have cut down the ancient forests. We have polluted the pristine streams. We have poisoned the fish and obliterated the birds and slaughtered the buffalo. We have made a mess of things. I was taught that we should be proud of ourselves. I am ashamed.
If we continue to recreate our futures as we have been living the past we may miss out on the opportunity to learn the best lessons from our deep-rooted histories. Travelers from America go looking all over the world for meaning and perspective. They go to places with older architecture and older habits and they litter and offend and spend lots of money and come home feeling richer for it. Why? What are they bringing back except bragging rights?
We should become humble. We should share this earth with all living things, as much as we possibly know how, and we know how, but greed prevents it. Fear prevents it. Will fear save us from ourselves?
What does it mean to be an American. An American housewife at that. You may have guessed by now that I am led by my heart. That my children motivate my thoughts on the future. All children motivate my thoughts for the future. What sort of future are we laying out for them? What tools are we giving them to survive and thrive?
I'd like to think that we are learning, evolving into a kinder more symbiotic species. Maybe we need a cold, hard glimpse of ourselves, maybe we need mercy. I have read the histories of religions. I have talked with and listened to atheists. I have become pagan.
A Pagan American, what is that? I hesitate to seek out other pagans, I know we are all on our own path. Paganism is a journey of experience. Perhaps a love of nature unites? The invaders of this pristine land called the original people pagans. May we reignite the lessons that the spirits of the land taught them, and become a new type of people, a blending of the old ways inspired by the lessons we have learned for the new ways. May this melting pot of fury and pain and greed and quest boil down into a wisdom and hope and love. May we find our true freedom and the freedom that belongs to this place. May we live in true peace. We are all Earthlings, we are made of stars.
This morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock radio and an NPR interview with American musician Zack Condon. He is different from me, but his words resonated similarities. Searching the world for my own sound. Finding it at home. Thank you for that, Zack.
I haven't actually gone searching like he did, but my husband has done some traveling. The more he reflects on the differences in places and cultures the more I wonder who we are, as a people. Are we a people. The world seems to see us a people, "those Americans." Some want to be us, some want to destroy us, but they all know that we are here. Whoever we are.
We came here to this country from all over the world and fought with the people that were already here. I was told in Christian School that they were heathens. I am now surprised that people are still saying that. Less people are saying that, but people are still saying that.
We have attempted to destroyed this place. We have cut down the ancient forests. We have polluted the pristine streams. We have poisoned the fish and obliterated the birds and slaughtered the buffalo. We have made a mess of things. I was taught that we should be proud of ourselves. I am ashamed.
If we continue to recreate our futures as we have been living the past we may miss out on the opportunity to learn the best lessons from our deep-rooted histories. Travelers from America go looking all over the world for meaning and perspective. They go to places with older architecture and older habits and they litter and offend and spend lots of money and come home feeling richer for it. Why? What are they bringing back except bragging rights?
We should become humble. We should share this earth with all living things, as much as we possibly know how, and we know how, but greed prevents it. Fear prevents it. Will fear save us from ourselves?
What does it mean to be an American. An American housewife at that. You may have guessed by now that I am led by my heart. That my children motivate my thoughts on the future. All children motivate my thoughts for the future. What sort of future are we laying out for them? What tools are we giving them to survive and thrive?
I'd like to think that we are learning, evolving into a kinder more symbiotic species. Maybe we need a cold, hard glimpse of ourselves, maybe we need mercy. I have read the histories of religions. I have talked with and listened to atheists. I have become pagan.
A Pagan American, what is that? I hesitate to seek out other pagans, I know we are all on our own path. Paganism is a journey of experience. Perhaps a love of nature unites? The invaders of this pristine land called the original people pagans. May we reignite the lessons that the spirits of the land taught them, and become a new type of people, a blending of the old ways inspired by the lessons we have learned for the new ways. May this melting pot of fury and pain and greed and quest boil down into a wisdom and hope and love. May we find our true freedom and the freedom that belongs to this place. May we live in true peace. We are all Earthlings, we are made of stars.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Pray Tell, Are You Postmodern? Are You Wonderful?
The education crisis in America is a personal crisis. It is the result of a paradigm shift. Generation X has been asking hard questions and the Baby Boomers are frustrated. "Why can't the generation of young parents just accept the traditions?" The older folks ask themselves. "Kids these days," they say.
What has happened is an explosion of information and technology that has opened up a virtual world. This virtual world makes it hard for us to keep our walls up so high. It makes it hard for us to deny that we are part of a collective. Every time we think we have found a boundary that defines us, that boundary moves. Our minds were still forming as we saw images of astronauts on the moon. Our childhood yards were littered with huge satellite dishes and noisy lawn mowers. Most of our great-grandparents, and in some cases our grandparents, knew lives without electricity, indoor plumbing, gas-powered lawn equipment, Monday Night Football, or fast food. They want us to continue raising our children as our parents were raised, as they assume we were raised, but who even raised us? A collective, that's who. A collective that was evolving faster than the speed of light. We are just now catching up enough to be able to even see.
There is a voice inside the head of younger parents these days, a voice that says, "You don't have to go outside yourself to belong, just be yourself." "Who am I?" We answer back.
Why are we here?
When we can answer that question we can better know how to raise children. The older generations had various answers for that question, but none of them seem valid these days. There is too much information to the contrary. Modern moms need to be philosophers, and modern dads want them to be, or are we now postmodern?
Generation Y is changing society. They seem optimistic that nothing can go wrong if they don't want it to. Are they correct? Is the power of positive thinking truly powerful? What is wrong? All I can come up with after years of musing is that imbalance is what is wrong, if anything is wrong. Who defines balance? What determines imbalance? There is an ecological intelligence that seems to know. The balance in nature is evident wherever humans have not invaded. Why do progressive humans feel compelled to upset that balance? What is progress if it isn't balance? After much musing I can only seem to come up with the answers of comfort and fear of suffering. They sell us comfort and it rules the world of humans. Anything that makes us more comfortable is at the top of the priority list, but are we really, truly comfortable, or are we sedated? There is a comfort that comes from a feeling of being connected to the balance of nature, and there is a comfort that comes from being isolated from nature by utilizing it at a resource. Are these the opposing consciousnesses? Are these two poles at the heart of the education crisis? Have we been taught that God is a resource to be utilized? Are gods involved in the balance of nature? Do they have opinions about us? What should we tell our children? What is important? Food? Shelter? The pursuit of happiness? Being a productive member of society? How many societies are there? What does it mean to be productive? Is there another way? Is it a good way? Is it a better way? Is there consciousness after death, is that life? Who knows these things? The richest person? The most dogmatic person? The oldest person? The youngest person? God? Can we talk to a god? Will a god talk back? Are we gods? What is the definition of a god? What is worship? Do we worship ourselves? Do we pray to each other? Do we pray to ourselves? If you answer these things quickly, thinking you know... you haven't become a philosopher yet..... and child-raising probably also seems straightforward to you. Why have you even gotten this far reading my post? Go, do something productive... you'll feel more comfortable.
What has happened is an explosion of information and technology that has opened up a virtual world. This virtual world makes it hard for us to keep our walls up so high. It makes it hard for us to deny that we are part of a collective. Every time we think we have found a boundary that defines us, that boundary moves. Our minds were still forming as we saw images of astronauts on the moon. Our childhood yards were littered with huge satellite dishes and noisy lawn mowers. Most of our great-grandparents, and in some cases our grandparents, knew lives without electricity, indoor plumbing, gas-powered lawn equipment, Monday Night Football, or fast food. They want us to continue raising our children as our parents were raised, as they assume we were raised, but who even raised us? A collective, that's who. A collective that was evolving faster than the speed of light. We are just now catching up enough to be able to even see.
There is a voice inside the head of younger parents these days, a voice that says, "You don't have to go outside yourself to belong, just be yourself." "Who am I?" We answer back.
Why are we here?
When we can answer that question we can better know how to raise children. The older generations had various answers for that question, but none of them seem valid these days. There is too much information to the contrary. Modern moms need to be philosophers, and modern dads want them to be, or are we now postmodern?
Generation Y is changing society. They seem optimistic that nothing can go wrong if they don't want it to. Are they correct? Is the power of positive thinking truly powerful? What is wrong? All I can come up with after years of musing is that imbalance is what is wrong, if anything is wrong. Who defines balance? What determines imbalance? There is an ecological intelligence that seems to know. The balance in nature is evident wherever humans have not invaded. Why do progressive humans feel compelled to upset that balance? What is progress if it isn't balance? After much musing I can only seem to come up with the answers of comfort and fear of suffering. They sell us comfort and it rules the world of humans. Anything that makes us more comfortable is at the top of the priority list, but are we really, truly comfortable, or are we sedated? There is a comfort that comes from a feeling of being connected to the balance of nature, and there is a comfort that comes from being isolated from nature by utilizing it at a resource. Are these the opposing consciousnesses? Are these two poles at the heart of the education crisis? Have we been taught that God is a resource to be utilized? Are gods involved in the balance of nature? Do they have opinions about us? What should we tell our children? What is important? Food? Shelter? The pursuit of happiness? Being a productive member of society? How many societies are there? What does it mean to be productive? Is there another way? Is it a good way? Is it a better way? Is there consciousness after death, is that life? Who knows these things? The richest person? The most dogmatic person? The oldest person? The youngest person? God? Can we talk to a god? Will a god talk back? Are we gods? What is the definition of a god? What is worship? Do we worship ourselves? Do we pray to each other? Do we pray to ourselves? If you answer these things quickly, thinking you know... you haven't become a philosopher yet..... and child-raising probably also seems straightforward to you. Why have you even gotten this far reading my post? Go, do something productive... you'll feel more comfortable.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
New Aelyndell Greetings
At first she was a constant breeze
Tickling, giggling in the trees
More somber then she did become
Until I knew we were as One
Mother, Daughter, Old, yet New
Whispers, colors, glistening dew
Meandering, rippling, walking brook
Hovering, drifting, named Chi Nook
Virtual train tracks, red shining deer,
Highways, byways, far and near.
Gates and fences, walls and doors,
Crystals, fire, Ladies, Lords.
Mystic, mentor, still small voice
Echoes, messages, "Rejoice, rejoice!"
Like pen pals who do finally meet
Be Blessed!
Be Gentle!
Be Strong!
We greet.
All things she is surround me
I did not know 'til now
"She, my dear, has raised thee."
I do not know quite how,
But this I am for certain
As I raise my glass in toast,
She is the Goddess Elen
The Hostess with the most!
"There is an Order of hers
The women who are called
Maiden, Mothers, Crones, dear
They are the Priestesses of Old
The New, the gentler Age, dear
The Beauties can now shine
A hard won day has dawned, dear
Era of the Balanced Time"
Tickling, giggling in the trees
More somber then she did become
Until I knew we were as One
Mother, Daughter, Old, yet New
Whispers, colors, glistening dew
Meandering, rippling, walking brook
Hovering, drifting, named Chi Nook
Virtual train tracks, red shining deer,
Highways, byways, far and near.
Gates and fences, walls and doors,
Crystals, fire, Ladies, Lords.
Mystic, mentor, still small voice
Echoes, messages, "Rejoice, rejoice!"
Like pen pals who do finally meet
Be Blessed!
Be Gentle!
Be Strong!
We greet.
All things she is surround me
I did not know 'til now
"She, my dear, has raised thee."
I do not know quite how,
But this I am for certain
As I raise my glass in toast,
She is the Goddess Elen
The Hostess with the most!
"There is an Order of hers
The women who are called
Maiden, Mothers, Crones, dear
They are the Priestesses of Old
The New, the gentler Age, dear
The Beauties can now shine
A hard won day has dawned, dear
Era of the Balanced Time"
Celebrating Syncretic Paganism
So many good vibrations today, and maybe a few not so good ones, but they are the mysteries, not the fears, at least not at the moment. Blogging started out as a bit of an exercise in finding myself, and then I found a mess of myself! I had so much to say I created several blogs to organize all the areas of my thoughts and then my thoughts were evolving so quickly that I felt ashamed of most of the depth of my writings. I am no longer ashamed, even though I have changed a great deal, sort of. Really, what has happened is that I have truly found myself. The layers of paint that others applied have been pealed off layer by layer until all that remains is the wood grain, the instinctual pattern of who I am, the evidence of the type of roots and fruit that my type can produce. What is my type? Turns out that I am a NeoPagan Tree, rooted in the ancient instincts of Euro-Paganism, but with a New World twist, a new understanding of spiritual interactions. Two things that Peter pointed out for the Gentiles that would follow the New Way were no blood sacrifices and no non-committal orgies, in other words, "the marriage bed is sacred," respect it and enjoy it as such, and you don't have to kill things to honor God, quite the opposite. Historically these two things, blood sacrifice and orgies, were the foothold for much despair, although, there is no blame being laid here, just learning.
From what I understand, technically, the word "pagan" means someone who is not Catholic, Jewish, or Christian (followers of the teachings of Paul's version of Jesus). For many people "pagan" is synonymous with "heathen" or "hedonistic," but these days the term is more accurately understood to mean "the people that look to nature to find their gods." I started down that path because of verses I read in the Bible, such as:
Job 12:3-10 (NASB) "
3“But I have intelligence as well as you;
And Job 40:6-41
And Psalm 104 (NASB)
1Bless the LORD, O my soul!
O LORD my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
What I have come to learn about pagans and myself is that there are many varieties, but essentially the meaning would be that there is a firm conviction that the spirit world is relational and that we should respect and interact to the best of our ability. I have known that principle for quite a long time, but I felt blocked. I couldn't understand why I felt so lonely and ineffective. Essentially, it was because I was living a lie. Allegorically I was like a beautiful piece of furniture that had been painted over with a faux grain to imitate what was really happening beneath the surface. Why fake reality? Being raised in churches all my life I had been taught a way of spiritual interaction that was "a form of godliness that had denied its power." The "dark night of the soul" that I entered into as I was compelled to seek the substance of my truth was really quite excruciating, lonely, and complicated. The other side, however, is quite the opposite, for the most part. Pantheons of spirit helpers are always close, Divine Messengers, i.e. Faeries, i.e Angels.
A Syncretic Pagan might be a good way of defining what I am now, although, in the pagan sense of the word I probably have a long way to go and could potentially offend as many on both sides of the fence with my self-defining. At the risk of over-simplification, let me say this, I was raised to believe that I was part of a body, the body being a bride, the bride being betrothed to Christ. I am going to try and keep this positive, but what I have come to believe is that that was one of the biggest lies of the past 2,000 or so years, and cause for the murder of many of the world's best and brightest. I want to believe that there was a higher purpose, and I look to the Christ-consciousness to try and understand that. Lies aside, the truth was never very far. Alongside the false bride the true bride shone, hidden in plain sight. The true bride is the spirit of a place, not a people. The Priestess of a New Earth, she shines with glory and splendor, her gates being the tribulations of men soothed and beautified with time, she is the Matriarchal Spirit of Symbiosis, Balance, Beauty, Healing, and more that we will come to understand. These concepts fascinated me, and then I found their counterparts and ancient explanations. The Pagan way honors both God and Goddess. The Patriarchal ways of Catholicism, Judaism, and Christianity, as well as any other Patriarchal religions, have no true goddess. The Goddess, the Bride of the Begotten Son, has been shining all along, but I wasn't allowed to see her. Now I have learned that my purpose in life is to adorn her with my good deeds. Beyond environmentalism and ecology is honor, even worship. To find again the ways of honoring Gaia, and the Place Where Peace Dwells... The New Jeru Salem. How ironic that the old Jerusalem is a place that represents the opposite of peace. I really only began to come to an beautiful understanding the book of Revelation when I began to understand the true Christ-consciousness, the bride and the false bride (Jezebel), the good deeds for a New Earth of the New Age saints, the trees for healing, recognizing the false apostle and his cronies and names, marks of the forehead/the third eye. Here is some reading if you also have much to learn about Christ-consciousness, it begins to explain: http://www.ctrforchristcon.org/christ-consciousness.asp
There is much that I am still learning, but wherever I am I am always a guest at a great wedding feast between a God and a Goddess, looking to celebrate with beauty and healing and peace. I do not yet fully understand the balance of the universe, the light and dark, the good and evil, the above and below, but I feel that my soul is already in a better place, already safer and more calm. There is so much that I am excited to learn about the NeoPagan Path, and I don't feel that there is a need to organize the thoughts of my life into separate categories. The are connected, they belong together. If they are blogged anywhere they might as well all be blogged here. Be Blessed!
Footnote:
Alethia is the Greek name for the Spirit of Truth. She is alive and well, although she is more of a key, less of a weapon. Knowing that I am not Alethia, but that I believe she has been one of my guides, I hesitate to state boldly that I can fully separate lies and truth, sometimes they really aren't different, sometimes it is the perspective that is off. I think history, including the books of the Bible, are very skewed by perspective, so although I love history and will refer to it, I hesitate to quote anything to a great extent, knowing that my perspective of it is quite likely very different. I will place things in quotes that are verbatim. I am not sure that I have many original thoughts, I'm not sure anyone does, but the way we put those thoughts together can be original. It would be nearly impossible for me to track down the source of all my thoughts, and even in quoting others I may be quoting an ancient plagiarist. I have a plethora of thoughts to back up everything that I say, but the best depth of thought can many times only really be achieved through conversation. "Where two or three are gathered...."
About the photo: I captured this image this morning on the screen door of my porch. I believe this to be a moth of the family Geometridae, which essentially means earth or Gaia, a Gaia Moth, although they are commonly referred to as Geometer Moths, I think I will refer to it as a Gaia Moth. It appears to be of the species called False Crocus, and I think it is that, but all the other photos that I have found to compare it to have a dark angel at the tail wings rather than a white one as seen in the above photo. Also, this moth has been sitting on my door the entire time that I have been blogging. There were two, but the other one flew away when I began taking photos. This one has stayed even though the door has been opened and closed many times. I like to read into such occurrences as messengers of nature, often offering vibrational gifts. The vibrational message I am taking at the moment has to do with its colors, primarily yellow. Here are some color thoughts from another site, I hope they don't mind if I link this: "
This color relates to acquired knowledge. It is the color which resonates with the left or logic side of the brain stimulating our mental faculties and creating mental agility and perception.
From what I understand, technically, the word "pagan" means someone who is not Catholic, Jewish, or Christian (followers of the teachings of Paul's version of Jesus). For many people "pagan" is synonymous with "heathen" or "hedonistic," but these days the term is more accurately understood to mean "the people that look to nature to find their gods." I started down that path because of verses I read in the Bible, such as:
Job 12:3-10 (NASB) "
3“But I have intelligence as well as you;
I am not inferior to you
And who does not know such things as these?
And who does not know such things as these?
4“I am a joke to my friends,
The one who called on God and He answered him;
The just and blameless man is a joke.
The one who called on God and He answered him;
The just and blameless man is a joke.
5“He who is at ease holds calamity in contempt,
As prepared for those whose feet slip.
As prepared for those whose feet slip.
6“The tents of the destroyers prosper,
And those who provoke God are secure,
Whom God brings into their power.
And those who provoke God are secure,
Whom God brings into their power.
7“But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
8“Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
10In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?"And Job 40:6-41
6Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm:
8“Would you discredit my justice?
Would you condemn me to justify yourself?
9Do you have an arm like God’s,
and can your voice thunder like his?
10Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor,
and clothe yourself in honor and majesty.
11Unleash the fury of your wrath,
look at all who are proud and bring them low,
12look at all who are proud and humble them,
crush the wicked where they stand.
13Bury them all in the dust together;
shroud their faces in the grave.
14Then I myself will admit to you
that your own right hand can save you.
15“Look at Behemoth,
which I made along with you
and which feeds on grass like an ox.
16What strength it has in its loins,
what power in the muscles of its belly!
17Its tail sways like a cedar;
the sinews of its thighs are close-knit.
18Its bones are tubes of bronze,
its limbs like rods of iron.
19It ranks first among the works of God,
yet its Maker can approach it with his sword.
20The hills bring it their produce,
and all the wild animals play nearby.
21Under the lotus plants it lies,
hidden among the reeds in the marsh.
22The lotuses conceal it in their shadow;
the poplars by the stream surround it.
23A raging river does not alarm it;
it is secure, though the Jordan should surge against its mouth.
24Can anyone capture it by the eyes,
or trap it and pierce its nose?
1“Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook
or tie down its tongue with a rope?
2Can you put a cord through its nose
or pierce its jaw with a hook?
3Will it keep begging you for mercy?
Will it speak to you with gentle words?
4Will it make an agreement with you
for you to take it as your slave for life?
5Can you make a pet of it like a bird
or put it on a leash for the young women in your house?
6Will traders barter for it?
Will they divide it up among the merchants?
7Can you fill its hide with harpoons
or its head with fishing spears?
8If you lay a hand on it,
you will remember the struggle and never do it again!
9Any hope of subduing it is false;
the mere sight of it is overpowering.
10No one is fierce enough to rouse it.
Who then is able to stand against me?
11Who has a claim against me that I must pay?
Everything under heaven belongs to me.
12“I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs,
its strength and its graceful form.
13Who can strip off its outer coat?
Who can penetrate its double coat of armora ?
14Who dares open the doors of its mouth,
ringed about with fearsome teeth?
tightly sealed together;
16each is so close to the next
that no air can pass between.
17They are joined fast to one another;
they cling together and cannot be parted.
18Its snorting throws out flashes of light;
its eyes are like the rays of dawn.
19Flames stream from its mouth;
sparks of fire shoot out.
20Smoke pours from its nostrils
as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
21Its breath sets coals ablaze,
and flames dart from its mouth.
22Strength resides in its neck;
dismay goes before it.
23The folds of its flesh are tightly joined;
they are firm and immovable.
24Its chest is hard as rock,
hard as a lower millstone.
25When it rises up, the mighty are terrified;
they retreat before its thrashing.
26The sword that reaches it has no effect,
nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
27Iron it treats like straw
and bronze like rotten wood.
28Arrows do not make it flee;
slingstones are like chaff to it.
29A club seems to it but a piece of straw;
it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
30Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron
and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
32It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
one would think the deep had white hair.
33Nothing on earth is its equal—
a creature without fear.
34It looks down on all that are haughty;
it is king over all that are proud.”
And Psalm 104 (NASB)
1Bless the LORD, O my soul!
O LORD my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
2Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.
3He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;
He makes the clouds His chariot;
He walks upon the wings of the wind;
He makes the clouds His chariot;
He walks upon the wings of the wind;
4He makes the winds His messengers,
Flaming fire His ministers.
Flaming fire His ministers.
5He established the earth upon its foundations,
So that it will not totter forever and ever.
So that it will not totter forever and ever.
6You covered it with the deep as with a garment;
The waters were standing above the mountains.
The waters were standing above the mountains.
7At Your rebuke they fled,
At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away.
At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away.
8The mountains rose; the valleys sank down
To the place which You established for them.
To the place which You established for them.
9You set a boundary that they may not pass over,
So that they will not return to cover the earth.
So that they will not return to cover the earth.
10He sends forth springs in the valleys;
They flow between the mountains;
They flow between the mountains;
11They give drink to every beast of the field;
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
12Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell;
They lift up their voices among the branches.
They lift up their voices among the branches.
13He waters the mountains from His upper chambers;
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.
14He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,
15And wine which makes man’s heart glad,
So that he may make his face glisten with oil,
And food which sustains man’s heart.
So that he may make his face glisten with oil,
And food which sustains man’s heart.
17Where the birds build their nests,
And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.
And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.
18The high mountains are for the wild goats;
The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.
The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.
19He made the moon for the seasons;
The sun knows the place of its setting.
The sun knows the place of its setting.
20You appoint darkness and it becomes night,
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.
21The young lions roar after their prey
And seek their food from God.
And seek their food from God.
22When the sun rises they withdraw
And lie down in their dens.
And lie down in their dens.
23Man goes forth to his work
And to his labor until evening.
And to his labor until evening.
24O LORD, how many are Your works!
In wisdom You have made them all;
The earth is full of Your possessions.
In wisdom You have made them all;
The earth is full of Your possessions.
25There is the sea, great and broad,
In which are swarms without number,
Animals both small and great.
In which are swarms without number,
Animals both small and great.
26There the ships move along,
And Leviathan, which You have formed to sport in it.
And Leviathan, which You have formed to sport in it.
27They all wait for You
To give them their food in due season.
To give them their food in due season.
28You give to them, they gather it up;
You open Your hand, they are satisfied with good.
You open Your hand, they are satisfied with good.
29You hide Your face, they are dismayed;
You take away their spirit, they expire
And return to their dust.
You take away their spirit, they expire
And return to their dust.
30You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And You renew the face of the ground.
And You renew the face of the ground.
32He looks at the earth, and it trembles;
He touches the mountains, and they smoke.
He touches the mountains, and they smoke.
35Let sinners be consumed from the earth
And let the wicked be no more.
Bless the LORD, O my soul.
Praise the LORD!
And let the wicked be no more.
Bless the LORD, O my soul.
Praise the LORD!
I have also come to believe that Bible was written in layers. "Face value" is entirely based on someone else's interpretation. These are echoes of ancient thoughts, and those echoes lead me to new transformations and understandings. Please, do not assume that when I share scripture that I have a typical understanding of it, or that I am completely agreeing with the translation that I have shared. When I read it I always adjust bits in my head to suit what I have learned from studying the Hebrew and Greek, and Modern and Ancient Judaic thoughts, but it would get verbose and beside the point to even begin to explain all that at this time.
What I have come to learn about pagans and myself is that there are many varieties, but essentially the meaning would be that there is a firm conviction that the spirit world is relational and that we should respect and interact to the best of our ability. I have known that principle for quite a long time, but I felt blocked. I couldn't understand why I felt so lonely and ineffective. Essentially, it was because I was living a lie. Allegorically I was like a beautiful piece of furniture that had been painted over with a faux grain to imitate what was really happening beneath the surface. Why fake reality? Being raised in churches all my life I had been taught a way of spiritual interaction that was "a form of godliness that had denied its power." The "dark night of the soul" that I entered into as I was compelled to seek the substance of my truth was really quite excruciating, lonely, and complicated. The other side, however, is quite the opposite, for the most part. Pantheons of spirit helpers are always close, Divine Messengers, i.e. Faeries, i.e Angels.
A Syncretic Pagan might be a good way of defining what I am now, although, in the pagan sense of the word I probably have a long way to go and could potentially offend as many on both sides of the fence with my self-defining. At the risk of over-simplification, let me say this, I was raised to believe that I was part of a body, the body being a bride, the bride being betrothed to Christ. I am going to try and keep this positive, but what I have come to believe is that that was one of the biggest lies of the past 2,000 or so years, and cause for the murder of many of the world's best and brightest. I want to believe that there was a higher purpose, and I look to the Christ-consciousness to try and understand that. Lies aside, the truth was never very far. Alongside the false bride the true bride shone, hidden in plain sight. The true bride is the spirit of a place, not a people. The Priestess of a New Earth, she shines with glory and splendor, her gates being the tribulations of men soothed and beautified with time, she is the Matriarchal Spirit of Symbiosis, Balance, Beauty, Healing, and more that we will come to understand. These concepts fascinated me, and then I found their counterparts and ancient explanations. The Pagan way honors both God and Goddess. The Patriarchal ways of Catholicism, Judaism, and Christianity, as well as any other Patriarchal religions, have no true goddess. The Goddess, the Bride of the Begotten Son, has been shining all along, but I wasn't allowed to see her. Now I have learned that my purpose in life is to adorn her with my good deeds. Beyond environmentalism and ecology is honor, even worship. To find again the ways of honoring Gaia, and the Place Where Peace Dwells... The New Jeru Salem. How ironic that the old Jerusalem is a place that represents the opposite of peace. I really only began to come to an beautiful understanding the book of Revelation when I began to understand the true Christ-consciousness, the bride and the false bride (Jezebel), the good deeds for a New Earth of the New Age saints, the trees for healing, recognizing the false apostle and his cronies and names, marks of the forehead/the third eye. Here is some reading if you also have much to learn about Christ-consciousness, it begins to explain: http://www.ctrforchristcon.org/christ-consciousness.asp
There is much that I am still learning, but wherever I am I am always a guest at a great wedding feast between a God and a Goddess, looking to celebrate with beauty and healing and peace. I do not yet fully understand the balance of the universe, the light and dark, the good and evil, the above and below, but I feel that my soul is already in a better place, already safer and more calm. There is so much that I am excited to learn about the NeoPagan Path, and I don't feel that there is a need to organize the thoughts of my life into separate categories. The are connected, they belong together. If they are blogged anywhere they might as well all be blogged here. Be Blessed!
Footnote:
Alethia is the Greek name for the Spirit of Truth. She is alive and well, although she is more of a key, less of a weapon. Knowing that I am not Alethia, but that I believe she has been one of my guides, I hesitate to state boldly that I can fully separate lies and truth, sometimes they really aren't different, sometimes it is the perspective that is off. I think history, including the books of the Bible, are very skewed by perspective, so although I love history and will refer to it, I hesitate to quote anything to a great extent, knowing that my perspective of it is quite likely very different. I will place things in quotes that are verbatim. I am not sure that I have many original thoughts, I'm not sure anyone does, but the way we put those thoughts together can be original. It would be nearly impossible for me to track down the source of all my thoughts, and even in quoting others I may be quoting an ancient plagiarist. I have a plethora of thoughts to back up everything that I say, but the best depth of thought can many times only really be achieved through conversation. "Where two or three are gathered...."
About the photo: I captured this image this morning on the screen door of my porch. I believe this to be a moth of the family Geometridae, which essentially means earth or Gaia, a Gaia Moth, although they are commonly referred to as Geometer Moths, I think I will refer to it as a Gaia Moth. It appears to be of the species called False Crocus, and I think it is that, but all the other photos that I have found to compare it to have a dark angel at the tail wings rather than a white one as seen in the above photo. Also, this moth has been sitting on my door the entire time that I have been blogging. There were two, but the other one flew away when I began taking photos. This one has stayed even though the door has been opened and closed many times. I like to read into such occurrences as messengers of nature, often offering vibrational gifts. The vibrational message I am taking at the moment has to do with its colors, primarily yellow. Here are some color thoughts from another site, I hope they don't mind if I link this: "
The Color Yellow
The color yellow is the color of
the mind and the intellect
This color relates to acquired knowledge. It is the color which resonates with the left or logic side of the brain stimulating our mental faculties and creating mental agility and perception.
Being the lightest hue of the spectrum, the color psychology of yellow is uplifting and illuminating, offering hope, happiness, cheerfulness and fun.
In the meaning of colors, yellow inspires original thought and inquisitiveness.
Yellow is creative from a mental aspect, the color of new ideas, helping us to find new ways of doing things. It is the practical thinker, not the dreamer." http://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/color-yellow.html
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Maiden, Mother, Crone
40 is one of those ages, the older ages, until you are even older. I can confidently say that I have lived every day of my life thus far all in. I have always done everything that I have done with all of me. I hope I don't leave this life anytime soon, but if I do I can assuredly say that it has been a life worth living. As I reflect on the potential of the future I am filled with peace and resignation. Peace, due to the happiness I have found when thought and action unite. My thoughts have fueled my actions and the fruit of that is the life I am living, and it is a precious and beautiful life. Resignation, due to the uncertainty of separations.
The lives of others also encourage me. So many amazing intelligences sharing amazing gifts. I find it almost impossible to compare the good lives, I don't think we are meant to compare. We are meant to live in symbiosis, and that is what good lives achieve, the ability to live in such a way that they benefit the environment they touch. I suppose if I make any comparisons they are along the lines of lives that appear to be less well lived. Lives that appear to harm the environments they touch, like viruses, or plagues. I compare them to what could be better, but I am starting to learn from nature that even many disasters have benefits, but just because a volcano enriches the soil or creates islands doesn't mean that we should build a homestead at its active base, at least not until the danger is dormant, and even then it might not be completely safe, though it might be worth the risk for some.
My maiden life has taught me much that I hope to benefit others with as a mother. I hope I make it to crone, but it is somewhat comforting to know that I have a few more years before I qualify for that role. Blessed be.
The lives of others also encourage me. So many amazing intelligences sharing amazing gifts. I find it almost impossible to compare the good lives, I don't think we are meant to compare. We are meant to live in symbiosis, and that is what good lives achieve, the ability to live in such a way that they benefit the environment they touch. I suppose if I make any comparisons they are along the lines of lives that appear to be less well lived. Lives that appear to harm the environments they touch, like viruses, or plagues. I compare them to what could be better, but I am starting to learn from nature that even many disasters have benefits, but just because a volcano enriches the soil or creates islands doesn't mean that we should build a homestead at its active base, at least not until the danger is dormant, and even then it might not be completely safe, though it might be worth the risk for some.
My maiden life has taught me much that I hope to benefit others with as a mother. I hope I make it to crone, but it is somewhat comforting to know that I have a few more years before I qualify for that role. Blessed be.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Changelings
It all began with religion, for me. I was really good at church for a long time, all my childhood. I would sing my heart out, and play the piano, and the harp, and sometimes teach Sunday School, and I loved it. Something changed when I became a woman. It took awhile for me to figure out what was going on. Truth is, I began to think more. I began to question more. I began to sing less.
I have an overactive mind. I am not the most intelligent, or the most clever, but I am not the least either. I used to be more proud, but the more I learned, the more I realized that everything I thought was wrong, wicked, or ridiculous actually had some merit. And everything I thought was valid, and absolutely faultlessly truthful, was indeed not quite all that I thought it was.
My seeking has led me through some stagnant and deeply muddy places. Swamps of deception and despair, so they seemed, but in actuality they were the sites of old forests, chopped down by the controlling powers of the day. Powers that are having a hard time hiding what they have done. They used to think they did not need to hide their wicked ways, that all the world applauded their efforts, and they were right, but that was before all the world learned to read and write and communicate over long distances. That was before all the world realized, again, that the Earth has a voice. That is what I learned, that is what started with religion. When you study religion you learn about interesting things, like spirits, and unseen forces. When we are young we accept these things without thinking much about them, but as we get older we might begin to question things, and if you begin to question the reality of a spirit world, well, you are in for an adventure.
I came to the conclusion that the spirit world is most likely real, that I am probably interacting with it all the time, but that I am quite a novice when it comes to the language of spirit. Those that have been abusing one of the most matriarchal of spirits, Mother Earth, would not want people to be able to communicate with spirit, so even though the religious books are filled with spiritual communications, the churches of today have all but stifled the language of spirit and replaced it with fund-raising and do-gooder projects, most of which are completely ineffectual at bringing about any real good. So, I have turned to Nature. She is perhaps the best teacher for humanity. She is like a governess, or nanny, raising up the young ones to be good adults. These lessons are not without riddles, or challenges, or even danger, but one thing has changed, one very important paradigm shift has taken over the lessons of today, Love.
Once upon a time, love and kindness were not respected. Survival was respected. Humankind learned from nature and what they learned was survival and symbiosis, mostly. Wickedness was the opposite of symbiosis and survival. This was a global understanding, or so it seemed. Then, the Abomination of Desolation swept over all the earth, destroying all those that understood the language of spirit, almost all, but the great destruction also taught one very critical thing, love is important.
Even now we are seeing a return to what might be called an "Eden Shift." Permaculture, animal rescues, tree hugging, sustainable living, these things and more are what humanity needs to learn to survive, not just for this generation, but for generations to come, if we want there to be generations to come we need to rethink, relearn, re-instinctualize the habits of humanity.
Essential oils and the metaphysical uses for crystals/stones have been an enjoyable learning experience for me. They connect the best of the past with the hopes of a brighter future.
It seems to me that we have been living for centuries in a changeling society. I thought that perhaps it was the fault of the changelings, but perhaps the faeries knew what was best. I just hope they show themselves more frequently and help us learn the magic we need to heal. One of the things I have come to believe is that in all folklore and myth there is truth for those who know how to see it.
I am looking for the music, my music. Perhaps it is time I let the thinking rest for awhile.... my mind has led me to the place where I can once again find feeling. "It is well with my soul."
I have an overactive mind. I am not the most intelligent, or the most clever, but I am not the least either. I used to be more proud, but the more I learned, the more I realized that everything I thought was wrong, wicked, or ridiculous actually had some merit. And everything I thought was valid, and absolutely faultlessly truthful, was indeed not quite all that I thought it was.
My seeking has led me through some stagnant and deeply muddy places. Swamps of deception and despair, so they seemed, but in actuality they were the sites of old forests, chopped down by the controlling powers of the day. Powers that are having a hard time hiding what they have done. They used to think they did not need to hide their wicked ways, that all the world applauded their efforts, and they were right, but that was before all the world learned to read and write and communicate over long distances. That was before all the world realized, again, that the Earth has a voice. That is what I learned, that is what started with religion. When you study religion you learn about interesting things, like spirits, and unseen forces. When we are young we accept these things without thinking much about them, but as we get older we might begin to question things, and if you begin to question the reality of a spirit world, well, you are in for an adventure.
I came to the conclusion that the spirit world is most likely real, that I am probably interacting with it all the time, but that I am quite a novice when it comes to the language of spirit. Those that have been abusing one of the most matriarchal of spirits, Mother Earth, would not want people to be able to communicate with spirit, so even though the religious books are filled with spiritual communications, the churches of today have all but stifled the language of spirit and replaced it with fund-raising and do-gooder projects, most of which are completely ineffectual at bringing about any real good. So, I have turned to Nature. She is perhaps the best teacher for humanity. She is like a governess, or nanny, raising up the young ones to be good adults. These lessons are not without riddles, or challenges, or even danger, but one thing has changed, one very important paradigm shift has taken over the lessons of today, Love.
Once upon a time, love and kindness were not respected. Survival was respected. Humankind learned from nature and what they learned was survival and symbiosis, mostly. Wickedness was the opposite of symbiosis and survival. This was a global understanding, or so it seemed. Then, the Abomination of Desolation swept over all the earth, destroying all those that understood the language of spirit, almost all, but the great destruction also taught one very critical thing, love is important.
Even now we are seeing a return to what might be called an "Eden Shift." Permaculture, animal rescues, tree hugging, sustainable living, these things and more are what humanity needs to learn to survive, not just for this generation, but for generations to come, if we want there to be generations to come we need to rethink, relearn, re-instinctualize the habits of humanity.
Essential oils and the metaphysical uses for crystals/stones have been an enjoyable learning experience for me. They connect the best of the past with the hopes of a brighter future.
It seems to me that we have been living for centuries in a changeling society. I thought that perhaps it was the fault of the changelings, but perhaps the faeries knew what was best. I just hope they show themselves more frequently and help us learn the magic we need to heal. One of the things I have come to believe is that in all folklore and myth there is truth for those who know how to see it.
I am looking for the music, my music. Perhaps it is time I let the thinking rest for awhile.... my mind has led me to the place where I can once again find feeling. "It is well with my soul."
Friday, February 20, 2015
The Biscotti Breakfast "Diet"
Diets seem to be trending this week. Perhaps many ladies in these parts are thinking spring and bathing suits and shorts, etc. I know I have been. I never excessively diet, but I do tend to watch what I eat if I notice that my pants are starting to fit too snugly. I don't really mind a little extra weight in the winter. I noticed that when I had a lot of post-baby weight that I stayed warmer. I am usually so cold when the temperatures drop that a few extra pounds are welcome if it means not being so chilly. The easy trend of gaining some weight over the holidays doesn't bother me, but I don't really want it to snowball year after year. I do want to be energetic and also to fit into the clothes that are in my dressers. Spring tends to naturally shed some pounds for me, because the outdoors beckon me to walk more and to play in the dirt! Gardening is a phenomenal exercise and the side effects are a healthier diet! Fresh veggies are harder to come by this time of year, but that doesn't mean there aren't many nutritious options available. Eating well doesn't have to come with an extreme amount of willpower when the food tastes delicious. For example, biscotti, some biscotti would not fall into the category of a healthy breakfast, but this recipe easily does. Granted, biscotti aren't going to be nearly as delicious unless you have a hot drink to dip them into. My favorite combination would be an organic coffee with organic milk.
Blessed Breakfast Biscotti
2 large/medium or 3 small eggs (responsibly homegrown or local farm raised are great, or organic at the store, if you must)
2/3 cup sugar (I used organic rapadura this time)
1/2 teaspoon baking powder (no aluminum, please)
1/2 teaspoon salt (good stuff, of course, like Himalayan)
1/2 teaspoon Ceylon cinnamon (if it isn't specifically Ceylon it might be hard on your kidneys)
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg (specifically good for the kidneys and liver)
2 teaspoons real vanilla extract
2 cups flour (I think I used spelt this time which tends to leave recipes too moist, so I added a bit more. This recipe should be a bit moist, though, about like cookie dough)
3/4 cup finely chopped nuts and/or seeds ( I think I used a full cup this time)
~suggestions: a mix of almonds, hazelnuts, pecans, walnuts, cocoa nibs, pistachios... (I chopped them finely in a mini-food processor)
2 Tablespoons Buttermilk (more or less to get a slightly moist consistency, you could use regular milk, or maple syrup, but buttermilk really adds an extra delicious flavor)
Preheat oven to 350ยบ (I just learned that holding down the "option" key and "0" gives you the degree symbol on a Mac)
Mix everything together well. On a slightly greased cookie sheet (stoneware rocks!) shape all of the dough into a parallelogram, which in this case would be a rectangle that looks like it is leaning, or just shape it into a rectangle, but later you are going to cut it into strips and if you are OCD you will wish that you had made the corners more angled, but you can make this recipe twice and adjust it the next time, of course. Oddly shaped biscotti can still be delicious.
Bake for about 30 minutes.
Let cool for 5 minutes and then cut into strips. Leave a small amount of space between each strip and bake for another 30 minutes.
Let the biscotti cool completely. If you would like a finishing touch, I recommend that you mix together a few tablespoons of organic powdered sugar with a few tablespoons of maple syrup to create a drizzle. Mix it with a fork and use the fork to create lovely lines over one side of the biscotti. The drizzle will harden slightly as it dries.
Enjoy! Be healthy!
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Essential Oil Thoughts
Essential Oils.
A few years ago I discovered them. It started with Tea Tree Oil. That was it. For about a year or two I occasionally used it for cleaning, that was pretty much all I used it for, but I enjoyed it. Then, I decided to try it on a wart that I had on my foot, a stubborn wart that refused all other types of treatment, medical and home remedies. I'm not exactly sure if it was the Tea Tree Oil and vinegar combination, or if it was that I also had just discovered Lemon Essential Oil and Thieves Oil Blends and was using them with joy. It all sort of becomes a blur from there, but the wart on my foot disappeared, the lemon essential oil seemed to bring my young daughter's fever down, the smells were poetic and powerful and I was hooked. I now refer to myself as an essential oils addict, not a professional, not an expert, just living a life immersed in the desire to know more, experience more, and share more about these little bottles of bliss.
A few years ago I discovered them. It started with Tea Tree Oil. That was it. For about a year or two I occasionally used it for cleaning, that was pretty much all I used it for, but I enjoyed it. Then, I decided to try it on a wart that I had on my foot, a stubborn wart that refused all other types of treatment, medical and home remedies. I'm not exactly sure if it was the Tea Tree Oil and vinegar combination, or if it was that I also had just discovered Lemon Essential Oil and Thieves Oil Blends and was using them with joy. It all sort of becomes a blur from there, but the wart on my foot disappeared, the lemon essential oil seemed to bring my young daughter's fever down, the smells were poetic and powerful and I was hooked. I now refer to myself as an essential oils addict, not a professional, not an expert, just living a life immersed in the desire to know more, experience more, and share more about these little bottles of bliss.
One of the first things you will hear from anybody who is anybody and knows anything in the essential oil world is that not all essential oils are created equal. There really needs to be a strict quality control or the high concentrations can do much more harm than good. The other thing is that oils are potent. Centuries of use have helped the masses determine many of the positive and negative effects of their use. Learn about each oil from a variety of sources before using at all. Some oils are even dangerous for aromatherapy. There, now that you are either too scared to ever trying any of them or have gained a worthy respect for these deserving fluids, we can move on to briefly discussing dilution. Carrier oils are often recommended for many reasons, they lesson the sensitivity that some people experience from some oils, and they stretch the usage if you need them to. Sometimes you might not need them, sometimes you might, opinions and experiences vary greatly.
The following thoughts are related to personal experience, my opinions might change, and my knowledge might grow, and I will not be held accountable for your personal experiences due to being influenced by mine. That said, you might be curious about some of the things we do with all these precious oil relationships...
For starters, we clean with them. We are a semi-large family in a semi-small house and there is a lot of cleaning that gets done, there is a lot more that probably should get done, but ever since I discovered that there are oils that are not only beneficial for cleaning, and that they are not only non-toxic, but actually healthy, and that there are some that deter moths, spiders, and rodents! Well, let's just say that cleaning became more mystical, sort of, but in a practical sense. I could still clean a lot more often than I do, but when I do clean now I like it a lot more!
Peppermint: It is refreshing, possibly very beneficial for the respiratory system and it is reputed to deter spiders and mice. The kitties might like it, though. Try not to get any on a cat, they can be pretty sensitive to oils on their skin, but don't be surprised if they follow you around while you clean!
Lavender: The potential benefits of lavender aromatherapy are vast and it deters moths.
Tea Tree: I'm not sure where to even begin to sing the praises of Tea Tree Essential Oil. Some people aren't fond of the smell, but I think it smells fresh and protective. Tea Tree is a basic pest deterrent, it also is known to be very good at killing the things you want dead, like germs and bacterias, molds and mildews, dust mites and lice... but don't take my word for it! Do some research and be amazed!
A favorite cleaning blend for us is:
Peppermint
Lavender
Tea Tree
Lemongrass
Rosemary
Several drops of each in a spray bottle with water
You could add extra cleaners or vinegar if you like, but it isn't always necessary, depending on the task.
Just the water and oils are great for wiping down walls, door knobs, railings, spot cleaning floors, etc... and it is a wonderful air freshener!
Thieves Blends: There are recipes for mixing your own, or you can buy a variety from pretty much any reputable essential oil company. The basic mixture includes Cinnamon, Clove, Eucalyptus, Lemon, and Rosemary. You could just stop here on your Essential Oil Adventure. Never learn another thing about any other oils and so long as you learn the benefits of these few gifted drops of the gods I can die in peace knowing I have helped to influence the world and make it a better place. Seriously, this blend is just about perfect for whatever ails you.... especially the Plague, or so the story goes... We often just rub this blend on our feet and hands, but is also a great cleaning, air freshening and pest deterrent, as well as so much more!
Around the holidays this year we found ourselves with two diffusers, and my life just keeps getting better and better. These diffusers put out a fine mist, a mist that can be infused with "magic," not really, but maybe! It sure feels magical somedays. A little water, a few drops of this or that, a push of the button, and the room becomes a haven. Some of my favorite diffuser blends so far are:
Bay and Lemon Myrtle
Bay and Jasmine
Bay and Jasmine
Ravensara, Nutmeg, and Lemon
Peppermint and Vanilla
Sweet Orange and Cinnamon Leaf
Tangerine and Sage
Jasmine and Cypress
Tangerine and Sage
Jasmine and Cypress
The combinations are pretty much endless....
Citronella: I have used this oil to stay mentally grounded. Sometimes my thoughts can get a little spacey and as a result I can feel physically dizzy with really cold hands, it happens a lot during conversations with people that are religiously dogmatic. This oil does seem to help me, for whatever reason, but it is also the oil that is most likely to be strongly recognized by passers-by. "Who smells like a camping candle?" You might call it a people deterrent.... which isn't always a bad thing, but you might want to know this in case there is someone you prefer to not deter. As you probably know, it is also used as a deterrent for mosquitos and other insects.
Petitgrain is an oil that I recently discovered. Note that many oils have been used for centuries, but that most of them are relatively new to me. I will just briefly mention that Petitgrain is supposed to be a powerful emotional balancer and healer, as well as boosting the well-being of internal organs and combating bacterias that cause us to smell funky when we sweat... I mean really, what's not to love? Well, you might not love the smell all by itself, but when in combination with other scents it is actually a popular perfume additive!
One drop of Tangerine Oil in an eco-canteen of fresh water makes the beverage of beverages even more refreshing!
I am hoping to make some crockpot Castile soap again soon. We have tried many essential oil blends in the past. Cypress and White Thyme was one of my favorites. I want to make a batch of Frankincense, Sage and Rose next time.
One drop of Tangerine Oil in an eco-canteen of fresh water makes the beverage of beverages even more refreshing!
I am hoping to make some crockpot Castile soap again soon. We have tried many essential oil blends in the past. Cypress and White Thyme was one of my favorites. I want to make a batch of Frankincense, Sage and Rose next time.
This is pretty much just a tip of an iceberg in the world of essential oils. I have not given you a single reference to back up any of my statements, but that is mostly because I just want to encourage you to start your own research and experimentation. If you are reading this then you have access to the internet and a universe of information! Learn! Explore! Be Blessed!
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