Scorpio is the one constellation in which, I think, the pattern of stars actually looks like its name. The distinctive hook of the Scorpion's sting is visible in Southern skies, while at Northern latitudes, it may be obscured. At the heart of the Scorpion is Antares, the brightest star in this part of the sky. Babylonian, Egyptian and even Central American Astrologers all associated Scorpio with the underworld and chthonic forces. The eagle, viper and scorpion have all been used to symbolize Scorpio. It is a feminine, fixed, water sign, classically ruled by Mars and more recently assigned to Pluto.

How many Scorpios does it take to change a light bulb?

October 23^{rd -} The Sun enters that portion of the sky named for Scorpio. This is the time when we all think about hibernating. I tend to sleep more, think more and actually do less. This is a season of transformation and it can require adjustment and acclimating to the changing energy.

Traditionally, this is when some of the heaviest work of the Pastoral year begins. The harvest is stored away, the farm animals are measured against their feed and decisions are made about how many to keep and how many to slaughter and eat. This is why so much Thanksgiving feasting goes on now. Preserved meat and fruit only last so long.  

October 25^th is St Crispin’s Day. Time to watch Henry the Fifth. Here is the speech in its entirety.

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. -- Henry V, Act iv, Scene 3

For information on the martyr-saint Crispian and the holiday itself, visit Dennette Arthur Harrod, Jr’s personal website. He has some pictures of Patrick Stewart as well as of Fur-face, his beautiful cat. 

October 28^th - Daylight Savings Time ends at 2:00 am. Click here for the archived article about Daylight Savings Time. 

October 29^th is the Iroquois Feast of the Dead. This is one of many cultures that celebrates their ancestors at this time. Celebrations honoring departed loved ones and family members are found as far back as ancient Egyptian times and usually take place between the Autumn equinox and the Winter Solstice.  

October 31^st is Hallowe’en, Hallowmas, Samhain and my favorite name: Shadowfest. This is Summer’s End, the beginning of the Winter’s quarter of the year, the portion of the year dedicated to the night forces. This, they say, is the night when the dead are able to walk among us. Actually they walk among us all the time but maybe this night is when we are more aware of them.

Last year at this time, I had a dream that went on for three nights. Each time I woke, the dream would pause like a movie or bookmark. Then when I next slept, it would start right where it had left off. I don't tend to remember my dreams but this one became clearer rather than dimmer as the days went on. It was the biography of a woman, beginning at about 13 years old. I'll give a kind of introduction here but someday, I'll take the time to record the whole dream.

She was sitting next to her mother and I was alongside her. They were both sewing and it seemed that her mother couldn't see me but that the young girl could because she kept making side comments and explanations to me as we went on. Her mother was telling her the story of her birth. She said it was the summer of 1906 and told us how long she labored and how she and her husband presented the new baby to the neighbors and how proud she was of her first child. Then we were walking through the village and as she was playing games with her friends, I was present as her invisible companion. The village was a small clearing at the edge of a huge jungle-like plantation in South Asia.

As she and her friends grew older, they were initiated into the various social organizations of the village and spent a lot of time with the older women learning how to manage households and children. I could see they were very poor but the children didn't seem to know it, as they weren't aware of the outside world at all.   One thing they were very aware of was the plantation owner and the overseers who all lived at the big house. They gossiped about the village girls who went up there and how they would move away. They knew that some of them moved to the city but they didn’t know any specifics of what went on.

When she was 17, one of the overseers came to see her father and ask for her. Her father was upset and said he wouldn't allow her to go. The man said it could wait and that he would be back. Her father said that no daughter of his would become a prostitute for the landowner but her mother urged him to think about it, saying that there might be benefits for the family.  He was adamant and his daughter cried as she listened to them arguing into the night.

The next morning her father told her that she must leave and that he would send her to America. Her mother wouldn't speak to her as if the turmoil was her fault, but together her parents bartered what little they owned for every coin in the village and bought her a ticket on a boat to America. There was little time to prepare for the journey and no time to prepare for the shock of leaving her home, family and friends.

She landed in America and went through many experiences (with me, invisibly, at her side) becoming a seamstress in a sweatshop, eventually marrying and moving to Seattle. She raised several children and grandchildren until, as a very old woman, she was dying with her family all around her. It finally occurred to me that that this wasn’t just an interesting story but that she was giving me her memories. As she passed away, the link between us was snapped like a strip of elastic at my forehead, awakening me. Some day I will take the time to write her story, all 94 years of it. I hesitate to draw conclusions from the experience; rather, I hold it as a gift and a reminder of this time of year when we all become more aware of how connected we all are.

This is a good exegesis of Samhain from the Gathering of the Clans discussing the festival’s tribal implications.

Here is Peg Aloi’s Halloween history lesson from Witch’s Voice.

Watch some of the new movies dealing with the supernatural: Sixth Sense, Stir of Echoes, The Gift and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. AMC always has its monster fest showing old ones like The Fly, The incredible shrinking Man, Dr. Cyclops, The Frankenstein movies, etc. 

Click here to see the AMC listings on their website.

October 31^st to November 2^nd is the three-day feast of El Dias de los Muertas

The celebration is designed to honor the dead who, it is believed, return to their earthly homes on Halloween. Many families construct an altar in their homes to honor deceased relatives and decorate it with candy, flowers, photographs, samples of the deceased's favorite foods and drinks, and fresh water. Often, a washbasin and towel are left out so that the spirit can wash before indulging in the feast. Candles and incense are burned to help the deceased find the way home. Relatives clean the gravesites of their departed family members. This can include planting new flowers, cutting weeds, making repairs, and painting. The grave is then decorated with flowers, wreaths, or paper streamers. On November 2, relatives gather at the gravesite to picnic and reminisce. Some gatherings will even include tequila and a mariachi band!

This website explains how to make a Day of the Dead Altar. 

November 1^st is All Saints’ Day and a Full Moon. The Moon and Sun are opposite each other in the sky. The Moon reflects all of the Sun's light. This is the time to perform rituals for protection, clarity of vision and consecration. Light a candle to honor your ancestors, your teachers, those explorers who have gone before us and who walk among us this night. 

November 2^nd is All Souls’ Day and the IEM Get-together. Bring your tarot cards!

November 4^th is Mischief Night (British) & November 5^th is Guy Fawkes Day.

These two celebrations have pretty much replaced Halloween in England according to my correspondent. Henry the VIII broke with the Roman Catholic Church when the Pope would not sanction his divorce of Catherine of Aragon and established his own State religion. His daughter, with Catherine of Aragon, Queen Mary reinstated Catholicism.  Then after Mary’s death, his Second Daughter, Queen Elizabeth I reinstated The Church of England and drove Catholic practice back underground.

A league of Jesuits who wanted to remove the Protestant King James from power apparently approached Fawkes, who was known as a catholic zealot as well as a war hero having served with the Spanish army. The plot was discovered and Fawkes was tortured to give up his accomplices. On November 5, 1606, Fawkes was executed after being convicted of High Treason for attempting to blow up England's parliament building.

The original Guy Fawkes Day was celebrated right after his execution. The first bonfires, which were called "bone fires", were set up to burn statues of saints, religious effigies and symbolic "bones" of the Catholic pope. It was not until two centuries later that effigies of the pope were replaced with those of Guy Fawkes.

This site is designed as a classroom resource focusing on the Gunpowder Plot. 

The following website has a complete transcript of Guy Fawkes trial. It really is amazing to read classic English legalese like… “Traitors did remove twenty Barrels full of Gunpowder out of the said House of the said Thomas Percy, and secretly and traitorously did bestow and place them in the Cellar aforesaid, under the said House of Parliament, for the traitorous effecting of the Treason, and traitorous Purposes aforesaid.”

November 7^th is the Mayan Day of the Dead. Yes, another culture that celebrates their ancestors.

November 10^th is Martin Luther’s Birthday. Not Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. but the German priest who translated the bible into German and ignited the protestant reformation.

November 11^th is General G.S. Patton’s Birthday & Veteran’s Day, when we Americans honor our ancestors (at least the ones who fought in wars.)

November 12^th began the Greek and Roman celebration dedicated to the goddesses of Plenty, Fortune and Piety which climax tomorrow on the Ides of November with the Festival of Jupiter.

November 15^th is a New Moon - The Moon and Sun are conjunct in the sky. The moon is dark and gradually increases to a crescent. This is the time to begin a ritual involving a new project, to ask for a new vision. 

November 16^th is Inga's birthday!

November 17^th - Muslims begin the month long celebration of Ramadan This is a ritual fast during the daylight hours, in the evening the devotees eat small meals and visit with friends and family. It is a time of worship and contemplation. A time to strengthen family and community ties.

November 22^nd is Thanksgiving Day - The anniversary of the assassination of JFK and the Sun enters Sagittarius. I highly recommend watching Kevin Costner’s new movie, Thirteen Days, in commemoration.

Bloodstone is a dark green member of the chalcedony family. It is lustrous, opaque and spotted with red. Old lore says it can stop excessive bleeding but I guess that depends on what you call excessive or maybe on just how credulous you are. India is the major source, but it is also found in South America, China, Australia, and the U.S. It is hard enough to be made into jewelry and, like carnelian, was popular in the Victorian era.

Bloodstone has been associated with Scorpio since ancient times. Wear it to acclimate yourself to this season and time of year. Wear it to align your energies with the spiritual forces and realms. Program it to bring chthonic knowledge and transformational power into your life. 

Chthonic [thónnik] adjective meaning: of the underworld or relating to the underworld as described in Greek mythology [Late 19th century. Formed from Greek khthn "earth."] Encarta® World English Dictionary

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The Crone: Woman of Age, Wisdom, and Power by Barbara G. Walker

This is an appropriate book for Scorpio. The editorial description of this book is:  "A probing account of the honored place of older women in ancient matriarchal societies restores to contemporary women an energizing symbol of self-value, power, and respect." It makes some remarkable points and her summary in the last chapter is top-notch.

It describes how the honored wisdom of the priestesses of our ancestors became denigrated as old wives tales. Some of the early Christian missionaries even speak of the English tribes as “being led by old women”. I enjoyed the political intrigue and the way the author shows what the power issues really were. Many of her points make such sense that I can't believe I hadn't heard them before. Why would paternity be so sacred and important when it has only been provable in the last 10 years or so? Why would Priests wear dresses? Why was witchcraft feared to such a degree?

One caveat: The author is a feminist and does take sides. While I am a feminist, I am not a reductionist. Nothing is ever that simple. I had to keep reminding myself that she was probably exaggerating to make a point. I do not believe that the world would be perfect if women were in charge. To me the men in this world have been just as harmed as the women by disrespecting their feminine aspects. The answer is for all of us to respect ourselves and each other in all our complexity and diversity. I feel that Astrology is the perfect basis for such respect, not a return to a fabled Golden Age. -- Inga Duncan Thornell >^..^<

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This month I’ll answer a question from Donald:

“With the recent terrorist attacks, and people speaking of the "end of the world", and [Bible] prophecies coming true, I have questions. Not about my beliefs, or the Goddess, or anything else like that, I just have questions.  Like who was Nostradamus, and what does he say about all of this, and if, in my opinion, the Bible is mostly a crock, then why are its prophets right?  Or ARE they right?  And/or did they maybe copy Nostradamus?  Or were they living at different times?” 

Answer:

The Old Testament was compiled from 400 BC to 75 BC. The New Testament was mostly written in the 1st century AD. Michel de Nostradamus lived in the 16th century AD.

The inherent problem with all spiritual revelation is that it comes through people. It is therefore tainted by whatever cultural blinders the writer wears. This requires you to understand the particular cultural group it was all written for. Since the Universe or consciousness is too big to be seen, dissected & codified, we have only observation or our faith in a given belief, doctrine or phenomenon for our information. Every view has flaws since they are all just models. Keep an open mind and read everything you can find. (That is always my advice on any subject, isn’t it?)

People have been quoting the Book of Revelations to predict everything from the conquering of Jerusalem in the 1st century (which is probably correct) to the terrorist attacks of this September 11^th.

Nostradamus had nothing to do with the Bible. He was a Jewish Astrologer and medical Doctor during a time when it was not safe to be a Jew or an Astrologer in Europe. Therefore (with his name changed to Nostradamus which is the latinized form of Notre Dame or Our Lady) he couched all his predictions in quatrain form with poetic verbiage to protect himself from the Auto da Fe (or Spanish inquisition) and as a result, they are pretty inscrutable. This inscrutability enables people to consistently use him to justify their own interpretation of events. Also, the quote people keep using, vis-à-vis the WTC, is attributed to have been written by him in 1654 but Nostradamus died in 1566.

Here is the quote people keep discussing:

"In the City of God there will be a great thunder,

Two brothers torn apart by Chaos,

while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb"

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning." -- Nostradamus 1654 

You can learn more about this “quotation” at The Urban Legends Reference Pages. 

More Astrology from Robert Blaschke

We think of this newsletter as a community forum. You, our friends and clients, are welcome to participate. We celebrate diversity and we'll print whatever you send in be it Wiccan, Christian, Pagan, New Age, etc., as long as it reflects Love. You may choose a one-time holiday to write about or have a regular column. We'll give you space and a byline! Please send in your own book reviews, ideas for rituals, ideas about stones, your journal excerpts, your experiences and most of all, ask us questions. We love answering questions!

Julie sends this: Dear Cat Friends -- This is PRICELESS! "Because cats can see so well in the dark, the U.S. Army tried to use them during the Vietnam War. Cats were put on leashes to lead foot soldiers through the night jungles. But the felines were a flop. They hated their leashes, ran off to chase after bugs, and refused to trek in the rain."

Beth writes about The Red Tent: I spent the entirety of yesterday reading this book. I read it in bed, in the bath, on the floor. I chuckled out loud and cried till my face hurt. It was moving and surreal. The descriptions of Egypt made me want to burn lotus-scented incense and sleep in fresh sheets. The character development should've been dry at 1,000 pages long but it was somehow concise and interesting at the same time. I could go on and on. Thanks for recommending it! 

Click here to read Inga's earlier review of The Red Tent.

Scott sent this one: "I am I plus my surroundings and if I do not preserve the latter, I do not preserve myself." -- Jose Ortega Y Gasset (1883-1955)

Peg sent these: A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to look at the artwork. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like. "Without looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute."
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A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her 5 and 6 year- 6lds. After explaining the commandment "Honor thy Father and thy mother," she asked, Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy answered, "Thou shall not kill."
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An honest 7-year-old admitted calmly to her parents that Billy Brown had kissed her after class. "How did that happen?, "gasped her mother. "It wasn't easy," admitted the young lady, "but three girls helped me catch him."
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One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her brunette hair. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why
are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white. The little
girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"
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A 3-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother that there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."
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The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say: "There's Jennifer; she's a lawyer, or That's Michael. He's a
doctor." A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the  teacher. She's dead".
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Jack sent this: A TIMELY POEM

 As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,

 We became one color.

 As we carried each other down the stairs of

 the burning building We became one class.

 As we lit candles of waiting and hope,

 We became one generation.

 As the firefighters and police officers fought

 their way into the inferno, We became one gender.

 As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,

 We became one faith.

 As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,

 We spoke one language.

 As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,

 We became one body.

 As we mourned together the great loss,

 We became one family.

 As we cried tears of grief and loss,

 We became one soul.

 As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,

 We become one people. -- Anonymous

We've always wondered what would happen if we got the friends we've made through Inga's Earth Magic (IEM) into a room together. Why? Because every one of us has a unique gift to offer to the world. And if we get enough of us in one place at the same time, something magical is bound to occur.

• When: The 1st Friday of every month. Please join us for dinner. We start eating around 6:30 PM. Or join us for dessert later on!
• Where: Our place (click on LIBRARY in the navigation bar at the top of the screen and then MAP ROOM for directions)
• What to bring: Just your enthusiasm and love! There's a big pot of pasta on the stove plus salad and bread and plenty of microbrews and red wine. If you have specific preferences, please bring whatever you'd like.
• How long: Until the witching hour, midnight, at which time Scott turns into a pumpkin. It's quite a sight! If you'd like, you can spend the night on one of the couches with the kitties or bring your sleeping bag and mat and camp out on the floor of Inga's office.
• RSVP: Just let us know in advance via e-mail or phone if you are coming and if you are bringing guests so we don't run out of food or beer!

“True reality is more complex than our eyes lead us to believe.” I recently ran across that line in a book I was reading and my astral adventures of the past couple of years have certainly proven this statement to me. Many of you have read of my work to guide lost souls, or ghosts, to the Light and I willingly share such healing events. What I am now about to share with you, I do so more reluctantly. These are accounts of my recent close encounters with the “Little People”, or Elementals.

Why am I reluctant? Because while we are encouraged to read about and believe in fairies and leprechauns as children, we are told to abandon them as adults. Elementals, we are told, are right up there with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. So I naturally fear putting my credibility at risk by telling you about my very real experiences with them. But as a very dear friend of mine once told me when I expressed my worries about being thought of as crazy when I told tales of Elementals, “Crazy, yes, but in such a delightful, zany way!” I guess I can live with that so here goes!

July 8, 2001 – I am out riding my motorcycle with friends in the western foothills of the Cascade Mountains. We stop in a tiny town for an espresso. (Benefits of touring near Seattle!) This town is notorious for not having a single public washroom despite the tourist trade that it does each year. During this particular coffee stop, another motorcyclist tells us that the steam engine train station next door does indeed have a washroom. I finish my coffee and decide to investigate.

The washroom is located inside the last of a set of stationary train cars. I climb the steep wooden staircase and enter. I finish inside and begin to descend the stairs. Half way down the dozen or so stairs, I am suddenly shaken from my idle musings as I begin to trip and fall. I catch myself and pausing on the stairs, I silently chide myself for not paying more attention. I resume my descent and immediately find myself tripping again and this time there is no stopping my fall. I crash head and shoulder first into the gravel parking lot below, partially landing in a shrub. I lie there for a moment, take a breath and then slowly roll over and begin to pick myself up. I hobble back over to the stairs and sit down to catch my breath. I am truly mystified. Although I am a big man, I’m rather light on my feet and quite nimble. I remember exactly the last time I fell down and that was during the winter of 1990, in the parking lot of our apartment building as I stumbled over a speed bump getting out of a car.

I pick the gravel out of my hair and the side of my face and check to see if I’m really injured. Feeling bruised and battered, I am otherwise okay. I get up and begin to walk back to the espresso stand. Halfway there, I suddenly become aware that the rings on my left hand pinkie finger are missing. There were two hematite rings surrounding a silver ring I had bought 18 years ago from a Native American in Arizona. I spin around and head back to the crash site. I look everywhere; in the gravel, in the shrub, to no avail. I start to get peeved and feel a growing sense of determination rising in me to find the silver ring but then I hear a gentle voice in my head saying to leave it be. I consent as I then feel that there is more going on than meets the eye. I resolve to get to the bottom of this when I got home.

Inga greets me upon returning home and at first, thinks that the scratches on my face mean I have crashed my motorcycle. I smirk and say that I have indeed crashed, albeit under some very suspicious circumstances! I ask her to guide me in an astral travel session and we head into her office. She relaxes me and I soon find myself mentally back at the foot of the stairs where I had fallen. She asks me to describe what I am seeing and while I see nothing out of the ordinary, I sense the presence of an unseen entity under the wooden staircase. I can tell the entity is working very hard to remain hidden so I conjure up a powerful astral flashlight and point its beam under the stairs, revealing a troll. He stops trying to hide and agrees to speak to Inga through me.

Inga asks if he had tripped me and he says, yes, he had. When asked why, he replies that he was attracted to my personal power. He tripped me so he could get my ring. Inga asks why he wants the ring and he explains how it makes him feel like an elfin warrior and not a troll. He slides my ring onto a finger and he transforms into a very noble looking elf! He goes on to say that as my higher self honors Elementals, I gave the ring to him to assist him with this transformation. It will enable him to find a new path and a sense of purpose. And once again, I feel like my lower self has been duped into a plan of action, as I probably would have resisted tossing my beloved ring into some shrub to aid an unseen troll!

Seeing that my ring has gone to good use, I say goodbye to the former troll and wish him well. My astral body returns to our backyard and I’m surprised to see that the elf has come with me. More surprising yet, is that our chief backyard elemental, Torun, is there to greet him. The two of them converse and Inga asks what is going on. Torun turns to me and explains that this elf is moving in, so to speak, and he is going to work with Torun and the others. Inga is alarmed at first, thinking this elf may revert back to his trollish habits and start tripping people around our house but we’re assured that those days are over. Inga asks the new elf to assist me in healing my growing aches and pains and I notice how uncertain he is of what to do. Obviously, he’s been playing the trickster for a long time!

July 26-27, 2001 – I check into a lodge in Keystone, Colorado. I am to speak at a construction managers’ conference the next morning. As is my normal practice, I psychically scan the room for entities and astral openings. I spot a big hole in one of the upper corners of the room but I’m too tired to close it so I simply set up a psychic security perimeter around the bed itself and go to sleep. Throughout the night, I am periodically awakened, feeling like I'm trying to sleep in the midst of a wild party going on in the room but feeling that I am safe within my defenses and that the activity is benign, I go right back to sleep each time.

I awake the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock. I sit upright on the edge of the bed and place my feet on the carpeted floor. Near my feet are my shoes and I immediately shed my sleepiness when I see what is in my right shoe. Perfectly centered within is a small container of dental floss. My logical mind kicks in and makes the following observations:

• Placing objects in my shoes is a common cat trick in my house.
• There are no cats in the room.
• It is neither a brand of dental floss that I buy nor the type of container that I prefer.
• There was no complimentary floss in the room last night.
• I have no recollection of sleepwalking last night. Even if I had, where would I have gotten the dental floss from and why would I have put it in my shoe?
• I don’t do that kind of goofy stuff when sleepwalking.

As I reach down and pick up the floss, I look over at the astral hole in the corner. I cannot see or sense any activity and yet, I am aware of gleeful and playful energy in the room. I am immediately suspicious of what higher mind plot I am stumbling into this time but as I have to get ready for the conference, I put the dental floss in my suitcase and resolve to investigate this further with Inga’s help upon returning home.

With the dental floss container in my left hand, Inga relaxes me and guides me mentally into the astral realm. She directs me to return to the hotel room and I am unable to see or detect anything special so I get into bed as I did that night and snuggle beneath the covers. As I close my eyes and settle down to sleep, I suddenly become aware of whispering coming from the corner of the room. I float up out of my sleeping body, as I had also done that night, to see what is happening. Leprechauns are coming through the hole I had sensed and they start dancing around the bed in an attempt to engage me. I now realize that while my lower, conscious self shrugged them off and kept sleeping, my higher spiritual self emerged and greeted them. I learn that they know I was coming physically to this place and of my deep affection for their kind. They also know that I have been trained to open earth energy portals. Knowing what room I would stay in, they had prepared the opening in the corner of the room and waited for my arrival. When they cannot entice my sleeping, conscious self to join us, my spiritual self assists them in devising a plan that will compel me, upon waking, to become bound to this place. Smiling, I clue them in on the cat trick and one of them zooms off to find something to put in my shoe. He steals the dental floss from the medicine cabinet of one of the hotel employees and upon returning, he places it in my shoe. We all giggle gleefully, sensing how this will really get the attention of my conscious mind in the morning! I can't help but marvel at how I can walk through life so preoccupied at times with human affairs, totally out of alignment with my higher self and the entities that exist all around me.

Now that I have returned to the hotel room with my lower and higher selves aligned in body, mind and spirit, I ask how I might serve them. They take my hand and lead me, floating through the wall of the room, out onto the small lake next to the lodge and ask me to open the energy portal at the bottom of it. I sink down to the bottom of the lake and hover just above it. I open my root chakra and as I inhale, I draw earth energy up into my body. I instantly feel grounded, deeply connected to Earth. I then open my crown chakra and inhale spiritual energy into my body. With each breath, I mix the two energies in my belly and then exhale it to form a glowing sphere around my astral body. My stone wand appears in my right hand and I divert the mixed energy from one exhalation down my arm, into the stone until it glows. I then cause it to emanate a beam of golden light and trace a large clockwise circle, outlining the energy portal. Once the circle is completed, I feel the portal open up as a column of energy begins flowing through it.

The Elementals then ask me to connect their portal to the portal in our backyard. As I mentally make the link between the two, we all travel through their portal and emerge from the portal in our backyard. An Elemental party spontaneously erupts as the Keystone Elementals start dancing with our Seattle Elementals. It is quite a sight and all this because of a container of dental floss found in my shoe in a hotel room! – Scott Bruce Duncan */:-)

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