These terms encompass the loveliness that is The Dreaming Way Lenormand. The artist behind this deck is Kwon Shina who also created The Dreaming Way Tarot (US Games, Inc., 2012). The booklet is written by Lynn Araujo. The Dreaming Way Lenormand is published by US Games, Inc. and retails for $15.95. It is packaged in a compact fitted box that measures 2.875 x 3.875.” The cards and booklet are typical playing card size, 2.5 x 3.5″ and fit nicely in the hand. They shuffle easily even for those of us with small hands.
The Dreaming Way Lenormand consists of the traditional 36 cards that comprise a Lenormand deck. Card titles are traditional with the sole exception of Card # 22, typically entitled Paths, Roads, or Crossroads. Card # 22 represents being faced with a choice; therefore, for The Dreaming Way Lenormand this card is entitled, “Choices.” The card titles are presented in a small cream-colored block at the base of each image and are non-intrusive. The card numbers are presented in a small non-intrusive circle at the top center of each image. Playing card associations are not included on the cards, nor are they mentioned in the accompanying booklet.
Kwon Shina’s watercolor paintings are conveyed with soft pastel backgrounds and vibrant foregrounds that help the center image of each card to look as though it is popping off the card. The watercolor medium lends itself nicely to the dreamlike quality of the imagery.
The booklet by Lynn Araujo contains 91 pages and is the same size as the cards. The booklet and cards are housed together in the box with the booklet resting on top of the cards. The introduction briefly summarizes several deck reviews of Kwon Shina’s previous deck for US Games, Inc., The Dreaming Way Tarot and concludes with Lynn Araujo’s commentary about Kwon Shina’s artwork. The bulk of the booklet focuses on the card meanings. Card interpretations begin with a quote from various historical luminaries of their respective fields. The imagery is described and then the traditional interpretation of each card is presented. Card interpretations conclude with several keywords. The booklet concludes with a very brief summary of Lenormand reading syntax. Readers new to Lenormand will need to purchase another book in order to fully comprehend how to correctly read with the Lenormand system. One sample reading of five cards is provided. There is also a 10-card spiral spread that concludes the booklet, but it is not followed by a sample reading.
The Dreaming Way Lenormand comes housed in a sturdy small box that is well suited for travel and will fit easily in a purse. I enjoy decks that travel well due to their compact and study packaging. Readers will enjoy The Dreaming Way Lenormand due to the soft dreamlike quality of the artwork that is presented with a great deal of charm. This is a lovely deck for beginners due to the charming simplicity of the images, but a beginner will also need to purchase a more in depth Lenormand book. I highly recommend Lenormand Thirty Six Cards: An Introduction to the Petit Lenormand, by Andy Boroveshengra. For those wishing to go truly in depth with their Lenormand studies I also recommend The Complete Lenormand Oracle Handbook: Reading the Language and Symbols of the Cards, by Caitlin Matthews.
How did everyone do with the full moon yesterday on the summer (or winter, depending on where you are) solstice?? All that energy had me BUZZING all day long, plus I got a ton of work done that I had been putting off regarding getting my artwork copyrighted so I can start sending proposals off to prospective publishers. In the end, however, I developed a smashing headache from everything I had done, or that may have been from the energy taking me a bit too high for my own good. I slept super hard last night & I dreamt I was in an astral temple speaking with St. Germaine & Serapis Bey (both ascended masters) about what? I am not quite sure! Despite my best attempts I cannot consciously recall what was said, but I do recall also seeing Isis there, though She did not speak. She was merely looking on. After that I had MY FIRST FLYING DREAM EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! And I flew & flew!
My mom had a lot of dreams in which she flew & she’d tell me about them, but I never would dream of flying. The closest I got was back in my 20s I had a dream I was on a plane. That’s it. That was the extent of my dream flying experience until last night.
The dream began over my house & once I realized I was flying I knew I was FREE!!! So I flew to Maui, my first choice. Since they’re 5 hours behind us here in Texas it was still daylight there & I flew along the Road to Hana and made pit stops at all the gorgeous waterfalls there. I soaked up all the lovely healing energy that they have & took dips in all of their pools. Then I figured I’d keep going east. I have never been to Australia & I really do wish to go, though I do not look forward to a 27 hour flight (!!), but I flew there last night. I wandered around in some cave system that had really cool cave paintings I haven’t seen before. I was inspired by the art I found there & I could hear shamanic chanting, but never could catch up with them. Perhaps they were just there in spirit & I wasn’t meant to see them.
Then I flew on northward to see the Great Wall of China. It’s really awesome from the air. What a remarkable engineering achievement! I then continued on to the Giza Plateau where I flew around the Great Pyramid and I landed on top of the Sphinx’s head where I hung out gazing up at the stars. I could see the entire Milky Way.
Then I heard a voice, which said, “Stop screwing around!”
Suddenly, I was back in my own body with a resounding THUD & woke up because after all that flying around I really had to pee.
True story 🙂
Until next time, wishing you & yours many blessings!
The theme of this post is to never give up on your dreams, no matter the opposition or lack of faith.
As an artist my entire life (since the age of 2 when my “Potato People” graced my parents’ dining room wall never to be painted over until they sold the house 35 years later), I have always been plagued with doubt. I look at what I create & wonder to myself, “does it look right? Would anyone but my parents & I ever like it?” I wanted to be a professional artist, but had no formal training. The only teacher to ever encourage me was my high school Freshman year Art teacher, Mrs. Yanta. She told me I had “real talent” & that I should work to develop it. She was the only one who taught me that Art is like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it becomes. Mrs. Yanta told me I had a “good eye” and “a bright imagination” & to never allow anyone to tell me different. But I did.
My parents loved my artwork because I was their only child. They thought everything I did was brilliant, naturally, but they both told me there’s no money in Art unless you die first. Go to college & study something PRACTICAL.
So what did I do? I worked hard & was accepted by my first choice, Northwestern University where I studied … what?
Did I go Pre-Law? Pre-Med? History, perhaps (which is my second love)? No! I chose Archaeology. Yes! Talk about being PRACTICAL! And we all know how filthy rich archaeologists become, do we not? In reality, unless you become a high-paid professor there’s NO money in it.
My parents were besides themselves, but allowed me my course of study & my father took an extra job while my mother went back to work after being retired to raise me for 18 years so that I did not have to get a job while in college, though I did hold a rather demanding work/study job I was fortunate enough to get in the university’s only archaeology lab. Meanwhile, “Raiders of the Lost Ark” was released & my mother began to fret – a LOT thinking I’d be hanging for dear life to my whip under a moving truck or outrunning boulders inside of booby-trapped tombs. Just in case you’re wondering, archeaology is boring. REALLY boring.
I remained in college for 12 years obtaining my Doctorate in 1995 from the University of Texas at Austin where I also met my husband. During all that time, with the exception of two art courses I took under Professor William Stipe at Northwestern University, I had turned my back on Art. My studies took up all my time so I no longer had free time to create anything, nor was I motivated due to the demands of academia. Professor Stipe had told me the same thing Mrs. Yanta had ~ I had a good eye and a great imagination, and that practice makes not perfect, but much improved. He told me to stick with Art. I realize now with 20/20 hindsight I should have listened to him, but at the time I was too concerned with being somewhat practical & studying Archaeology.
I am happy to report that nothing ever came of my degree. I do use what I learned in my current work because spirituality always interested me so I studied the spirituality and religions of ancient civilizations, mainly the Maya, but also the Egyptian, Sumerian, Greek, Roman, Celtic, West African, and Native American. I never could get a job in my chosen field. Nothing ever worked out. I was never so much as called for a SINGLE interview. I gave up, got lost one day in Corpus Christi, Texas after we had just moved there from Austin & ended up in a new age shop as the manager was screaming at the owner & quitting on the spot. This left the owner in tears and me holding the bag as I attempted to comfort a woman who was a complete stranger to me.
I was hired on the spot & worked there for 2 years, after which I branched out and began
running my own tiny business out of my home. That was in 1997. 1998 saw the birth of http://magickal-musings.com where I have been in business ever since doing what I know I was meant to do.
1997 was a pivotal year for me. I became a Reiki master-teacher, in a vision I was chosen by the goddess Isis to be a priestess of Hers, in March of that year I rediscovered Art & happily returned to my first love, & in December conceived my daughter, but didn’t know the sneaky rascal was in there until the following March, so you can well imagine our shock & amazement! Ariel was born in September, 1998. I was selling prints and greeting cards based on my art at that time. I still have the first dollar I ever made from my art. I keep it on my personal altar.
Fast forward to 2009 when I discovered a blog by Andy Boroveshengra through which he taught others about how to read Lenormand cards. Recognizing the cards my aunt had read since she had been a child & taught by my grandmother, I obtained a deck and began learning the system. During 2011 I began my Lenormand collection that grew by leaps and bounds as more & more artists were self-publishing decks.
One day in early September of 2012 I was doodling and am image of a key with the head of an ankh just seemed to appear on my paper. I thought, “hmm. Cool image. I think I’ll do something with it.” I redrew it on nice card stock and proceeded to add color. A few days later I saw in my mind’s eye an image of the Egyptian god Thoth standing with a large full moon behind him. I thought to myself, “hmm. Cool image. I think I’ll draw that.” And so I did. A few days after that I had a vision of another image that consisted of a close up of a clover plant with an obviously Egyptian background behind it. That’s when it hit me. An Egyptian-style Lenormand was being given to me.
Once I realized I was channeling the images I opened myself up and the rest of the deck presented itself to me. Every image is channeled with the sole exception of The Child card. That should have been a child in the courtyard of the Temple of Isis at Philae, to match the Pharaoh and Priestess cards. Unfortunately, all the children I drew ended up looking like the possessed murderous doll “Chucky” from those horror movies, but my daughter suggested I research ancient Egyptian toys and draw those, which is what I ended up doing for The Child card. My mother, who had died in 2008, on her deathbed had a vision in which she saw me surrounded by brightly colored images all with an Egyptian theme. I now know what she saw was The Egyptian Lenormand.
I dedicated The Egyptian Lenormand to my mother’s memory and completed it on time for Valentine’s Day, 2013, which would have been my mother’s birthday. Originally, my intention was to create the deck only for myself and use a card printing company to print perhaps ten copies for my own use, but once I began to show the images to my friends it seemed that nearly everyone wanted a copy and were willing to pay for it. That is the reason I decided to self-publish a run of 100 copies. Meanwhile, I submitted a deck proposal to Schiffer Books who took only two weeks to inform me they had accepted my deck for publication. They published the mass market Schiffer edition in March, 2015.
As I worked well into the night creating The Egyptian Lenormand my husband would ask me, “what sort of money do you think you’ll make from this?” A former banker, for him it all revolved around money. I would tell him I wasn’t expecting to make anything. All I wanted to do was to create a deck that I would enjoy using. Once my friends became interested in it my husband became excited thinking I had a potential bestseller on my hands, but I had to inform him, “no dear, there is no money in deck creating.” Despite knowing that, he knew how much I loved Art and how I had turned my back on it to pursue my academic studies. He did not actually encourage me, but every night that I didn’t have dinner made or even had any idea of what we’d eat because I was “in the zone” working on another card image, he would just say, “Okay, take-out it is!” without a word of complaint. Somehow the laundry got done, dishes were washed, and we never starved because my husband and daughter took up the slack as I became completely immersed in my creation.
I have made very little money off my deck (so little that I can actually laugh about it) & my husband has been out of work since October, but I have never felt richer in my life. My Art is now front and center in my life’s pursuits, just as it was always meant to be. I self-published The Turtle Lenormand in late 2014 and am currently working on completing a book for Schiffer and several other deck projects are in the works. I also focus on creating Soul Portraits, Manifestation Mandalas, and my newest service, Spirit Guide Portraits, the former two of which are available for order via my website.
It never occurred to me that The Egyptian Lenormand may be considered worthy enough to win any awards. It was rewarding enough to me personally to have had Schiffer Books consider my work worthy enough for publication. From my point of view I had already won.
I am very pleased that after getting side-tracked for 12 years I am now an award-winning artist and author. The Egyptian Lenormand has been awarded the following honors:
American Tarot Association & Tarot Reflections Lenormand Deck of the Year
International Tarot Foundation Carta Award for Lenormand Deck of the Year
International Tarot Foundation Carta Award for Best First-Work by an Illustrator
I humbly express my gratitude to the readers of Tarot Reflections and the voting committee of the Carta Awards. I am honored to have been considered, especially among such prestigious company. This year’s nominees are all truly outstanding and they are colleagues whom I respect and admire.
Today’s post comes about due to a memory that is forever etched in my mind. It is 1977 and I am 14 years old hunched over my desk in Mrs. Yanta’s art class struggling with an assignment on two-point perspective. As I’m sitting there literally sweating over the assignment Mrs. Yanta is making the rounds looking over every student’s shoulder. She walks up to me, looks down at what I’m attempting to draw, and asks, “Oh? Is that a settlement on Tatooine? Are you drawing the farm of Luke’s uncle Owen?”
That was EXACTLY what I was attempting to draw, but to my hyper self-critical eye it looked nothing like it. When I told her, “yes” she smiled broadly and said, “keep up the good work,” then she walked off still smiling to herself as though she knew a secret, but wasn’t about to share it with anyone else because it was too precious. Mrs. Yanta would often look at me with that look on her face throughout the remainder of my freshman year. Until today I thought she merely counted me among her favorite students and nothing more.
She was the first to truly encourage me with Art and I googled her today in an attempt to track her down. I wasn’t having any luck so I thought I had her first name incorrect. I have kept my old high school yearbooks so I dug out my Freshman yearbook and glanced through the blank pages in the back where students and teachers had signed.
I smiled as I read the cute messages and remembered faces. I then found where Mrs. Yanta had signed. She had written:
“To one of my favorite art students. It was so nice to see you improve all year! Best of luck in school & beyond. M. Yanta. P. S. There’ll never be a 4th period like that again – whew!”
Many of my art classmates were very disruptive and poor Mrs. Yanta had to deal with a lot of mischief and even some fights. I’ll never forget the fight I had in that class. I was seated at a table next to this girl who kept glancing over at my watercolor painting. I was nearly finished while she had really been struggling with hers. Suddenly she dumped her entire water can onto my painting. That completely ruined my work. I jumped up and without a second thought I punched her in the chest, then we were on the floor rolling around! Mrs. Yanta broke us up and sent that girl to the principal’s office as I sat and cried over my ruined painting. I have a phobia about watercolors to this day!
Mrs. Yanta’s signature wasn’t too clear so I looked up her teacher photo using the index. I never did look inside the yearbook for any teacher signatures because they had all signed the blank sheets in the back of the book, including Mrs. Yanta, but she has signed a SECOND time under her picture. I never saw this message until today. What I read caused me to cry for a good 30 minutes. Mrs. Yanta wrote,
“You’ve got a great career ahead of you in Art. Best of luck always, Mimi Yanta.”
I remember Mrs. Yanta’s little secret smile every time she looked my way. I would smile back and was glad my Art teacher liked me so much because she was my favorite teacher that year. I think of her often since returning to my first love. Now that I’ve read her second hidden message to me I know what her smile was about.
Mrs. Yanta saw in me someone with potential and she did all she could to encourage me. I now find myself wondering how different my life would have been had I seen her second message to me when I was 14 years old and had taken it to heart, but then I most likely would never have met my husband or give birth to our daughter.
I read Mrs. Yanta’s words 38 years later and realize how her wish basically became a prophecy, but one of which I was completely unaware until just this morning. I cried over this picture for nearly 30 minutes when I found it. Looking at it now as I type this blog post I am crying again.
It’s funny how I now am what I was meant to be and that life has come full circle for me, isn’t it? If you have a dream and people tell you that you’ll never make any money at it or you will never amount to anything ~ if it’s your DREAM and it is dear to YOUR heart, I encourage you. Do not give up. Pursue your dreams. You may never win awards for your work, but you will be HAPPY and that is what really matters.
I once had a dream I had died & was standing in this LONG line waiting to get into heaven. Jesus was up at front of the line with a huge ledger book. He was also wearing glasses. St. Peter was with him. They would ask your name, then confer amongst themselves while reading about you in that ledger.
When I got up to the front & Jesus asked my name, firstly I said, “What? You already know my name!” He replied, “don’t get cheeky with me. It’s a formality. State your name.” So I did. Then he looked me up in his ledger & as he read he went, “hmm. Hmmm” as did St. Peter.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Jesus looked me up & down & said, “It says here in 2010 you purchased an iPhone. Is that true?”
I said, “well, yes it is, Lord, why? Is that a problem?”
He said “it sure is! That’s the Mark of the Beast so DOWN you go!”
I found myself falling and falling while it was getting hotter and hotter.
When I arrived in hell the devil greeted me and said, “I have only 1 question.”
I replied, “OK, Mr. Devil, what is it?”
He asked, “Are you a Cubs fan?”
I replied, “Well, yes I am! I love the Chicago Cubs! I’m very proud to say I’m a third generation fan! I’ve seen some great games at Wrigley and even got to meet Ernie Banks, my personal hero!”
The devil released a long drawn out sigh and replied, “No one of such great faith is allowed into hell. You must go straight up to heaven!”
And that’s how I got into heaven by the back door.
True dream! I had it about 2 years ago & it still makes me laugh to think about it, but gee whiz, if the iPhone really is the Mark of the Beast then many of us are screwed, especially me since I’m on my third one!
I had another dream about the Virgin Mary last night. I don’t remember if She said anything to me. She was facing me, dressed in an iridescent blue robe and white gown. She was wringing her hands & had tears of blood all along her face. They were coming down & the blood was beginning to saturate the neckline of her robe. Although She didn’t say a word (that I can remember) I’m sure that dream is tied to the Ebola problem. If you remember, I dreamt about her a couple of weeks ago and She asked us all to pray & to pray often & hard, with emotion. You can read that blog post here if you missed it.
As a result of this new dream, combined with the first dream, and the current state of world affairs, I cannot help but think both are tied to the Ebola situation. Doctors and missionaries who have become infected with the virus are being shipped to their home countries for treatment. Those home countries (at least in Dallas, Texas) are not properly equipped to deal with Ebola so others have become infected. Already there has been a nurse infected in Spain who was treating a missionary and a nurse here in Texas (Dallas) who treated the man from Liberia who passed away last week.
Consequently, I have created a public event on Facebook asking everyone, no matter what your walk of faith may be, to please pray, send energy using any healing modality you know of, and light candles holding the intentions I have outlined below. I invite everyone to join the event on Facebook and I ask you to please share this blog post so others can also join in our efforts. The event is set for Saturday, but any time this weekend will be just wonderful.
The intention I feel we should all focus on should involve the following points:
healing energy to those affected in West Africa
healing energy to those affected who are in other areas of the world
protective energy to all healthcare workers treating Ebola patients
protective energy to all missionaries & other volunteers working with Ebola patients and caregivers
protective energy to all nations in order to prevent the worldwide spread of Ebola.
I truly believe if we make a concerted effort & we all focus on these main points every time we pray, send energy, or light a candle, that we can make a real difference.
My Facebook friend, Sally Nur, posted this prayer to her timeline this morning. It was one of the first things I read when checking my account. It is VERY powerful. Just reading it made my intestines feel like they were shaking! I am sharing it here in the form of a meme I created using a photo I took of a small shrine to Our Lady that was set into the cliff wall somewhere along the Road to Hana, Maui, Hawaii. This is a little shrine, about 2 feet long, that is set into a hole in the cliff wall along the Road to Hana. You can only view it going TO Hana. If you’re coming back then you have the opposite lane of traffic between you and the shrine. The twisty, narrow 2-lane road doesn’t allow you to look around well so coming back from Hana everyone would definitely miss it. My husband and I made the drive to Hana twice before & we never saw the shrine until our third trip this past June. I don’t know if the shrine is brand new or if it’s been there all along. I’m so glad we found it this time. My husband actually saw it first and backed up the car so I could take this picture. We risked being rear-ended on a curve along the cliff road that had about a 1,000 foot drop so I’m very glad I got this picture in one take!
I invite everyone to use this prayer if you so desire & to join us in our global effort to find a cure for Ebola. Already too many lives have been lost.
I’m often asked by people what’s the difference between a totem and a spirit guide. The only difference is that an animal totem was always an animal while a spirit guide was once a living human being. Animal totems are also called power animals, spirit animals, spirit totems, totem spirits, and power totems. All of those terms mean the same thing.
Each of us is affiliated with a particular animal totem, and most likely each of you has more than one. Your animal totem chooses you, you do not choose it. Now, you may have a natural love or affinity for that animal, but you can’t just wake up one day and decide that the Horse is going to be your animal totem. They choose you just as your spirit guides do. An excellent case in point is my daughter.
When Ariel was 5 she dreamt about a giant talking jaguar that asked her to climb in its mouth & promised not to hurt her. Being a trusting child she did so. The jaguar ate her, but she said she traveled through the jaguar & she saw stars & rainbows inside the jaguar, & came out of its rectum covered in stars. The jaguar then said to her he was her power animal & would always keep her safe & be her guide & when she was older she could be a great healer or teacher if she wanted to be.
I was stunned by this because with my academic degrees in the study of the Classic Maya I knew that Mayan shamans all have the jaguar as their main totem. They are chosen when they dream they’re eaten by a jaguar and come out the other end. Many have reported in the dream they come out covered in either stars or rainbows. Ariel had no idea, I never told her about this since she was so little, so her dream floored me for weeks.
Then a few months later we’re driving to a friend’s house & she screams for me to stop the car. It was right after Christmas. Sitting on top of a pile of garbage bags that had holiday wrapping paper in them was a perfect very large stuffed jaguar toy with the red ribbon still around its neck! Ariel was SCREAMING from the back seat that was hers, that her jaguar promised to come to her as a stuffed toy. I got out to check it out & it was so clean & even still smelled brand new. I took it, sprayed it down with Lysol to be safe & ever since the jaguar lays at the foot of her bed, ever watchful.
In Ariel’s case the jaguar definitely chose her. Prior to that dream she never had any interest in jaguars or any other large cats. Our animal totems make themselves known to us in dreams. They can also instill in us a great interest or love of them so that we become consciously aware of their energy in our lives. Here is my story that serves as an example of this.
Ever since I can remember I have loved sea turtles. I’ve always found them to be so cute, so precious. Sea turtles have very old souls. I was blessed in 2011 to swim with a sea turtle while snorkeling in Maui, Hawaii. That was something so very special that every time I think of it it brings tears to my eyes. I was clinging to my husband since I cannot swim. Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Fearing the worst (a shark) I slowly turned to see a very inquisitive looking sea turtle eyeballing me! I pulled on my husband to get him to stop swimming in the opposite direction, but he didn’t pay any attention so I risked all and let him go so I could float along with the sea turtle. We floated not 3 feet apart and I could feel the sea turtle’s eyes look deep into my soul. I was crying inside my snorkeling mask (which made a mess!). We floated along for what seemed an hour, but it was in reality probably about 3 – 4 minutes, then the turtle turned and swam off. That is one of the most special, most cherished experiences of my entire life.
My nickname all through school was “turtle.” I don’t know how it started. Perhaps I told some friends I loved sea turtles, I really don’t know. But I grew up with that energy being reinforced around me daily as someone would often refer to me as “turtle,” which I loved because to me that meant they thought I was cute!
Another animal I’ve always adored is the Emperor Penguin. When my husband and I were on our honeymoon in the Chicago area (I had taken him back home to Waukegan to meet my parents!!) we went to the Shedd Aquarium where Stuart bought me a stuffed Emperor Penguin toy from the gift shop there. I named him Horatio. Horatio had his home on top of a 6 foot high bookcase in our bedroom where he was the tallest of all my cherished stuffed animals from childhood (including a vintage stuffed E. T., the Extraterrestrial). Ten years later at yet another aquarium, this one in Corpus Christi, Texas, Stuart bought me a stuffed sea turtle toy that I adored from the second I saw it. I placed it on top of the bookcase next to Horatio and named my sea turtle, Antiquity.
The odd thing is that every once in a while I will wake up to find Antiquity laying on her back on the floor while it very much looks like Horatio has slightly shifted his position over night. I scold him every time and tell him to stop being mean to Antiquity, that I love them both, but secretly, Antiquity is my favorite, but I’ve never let on to poor Horatio who is obviously jealous. LOL
A year or so ago a woman on her Facebook page was offering free animal totem readings. So I asked her what mine were & she immediately identified the sea turtle. After discussing the meaning of the sea turtle in her comment to me she then added that she saw a little penguin who kept peeking out at her from over my right shoulder. She told me that Penguin was jealous of all the attention that Sea Turtle was getting and that I needed to divide my affections more evenly between them. She had no idea of my love for either animal nor did she know about my stuffed animals and their strange antics. I took her advice & moved Horatio to our bed, told him he was extra special and left him there a few weeks before placing him back up on the bookcase along side Antiquity. Ever since then the sea turtle toy had never fallen back on the floor. Bizarre, I know!
If you have a great interest or love of a specific animal for no good reason that you can fathom, then that is your special animal totem. In order to strengthen its energy in your life you can do several things.
Purchase figurines or stuffed toy versions of that animal
Collect artwork that depicts that animal & display it in various places in your home
Read books about that animal to learn more about its habits
If you’d like an active connection with your animal totem you can try this simple little ritual. You will need the following items:
white candle (this can be a votive, a taper, but something small that will burn out in one day)
a holder in the appropriate size for your candle
incense in whatever scent pleases you
a picture, figurine, or stuffed toy of your animal totem
Arrange the items in whatever way pleases you on a table top or shelf (be sure there isn’t another shelf on top of the one you’re using or the candle will burn the underside of the upper shelf). Light the incense & wave it around to distribute the scent around the room in which you’ll be working. Place it back in its holder.
Take the candle and rub it out from the middle to both ends, including the wick to cleanse it of any spiritual impurities it may have picked up during the manufacturing shipping, or time spent on the store shelf. Imagine it leaving as gray clouds of smoke and ask that this energy be taken up to the Light to be transformed back into Light. Your candle may start to tingle or feel somewhat lighter to you. Then set it in its holder.
Hold your hands palms facing downward over the candle and say three times:
I wish to contact my special animal friend
that one animal special to me
my helper and protector
who is with me to the end,
and as my will, so mote it be.
Light the candle, look at the picture or figurine and concentrate on the animal’s image until you can close your eyes and still see the image in your mind. Then open your eyes and repeat the prayer three more times. Then allow the candle to burn itself out.
Keep the animal’s figurine or picture in a special place and know that in one way or another it will soon make its energy known to you. Animal totems most commonly come to us in our dreams where they can speak just like humans, so don’t be surprised if you dream of your animal one night and it suddenly starts speaking perfectly to you.
We all have animal totems. In my experience when picking up on them around my clients, often they appear in sets of 3, 5, and 7. So you more than likely do not have just one. Have fun discovering who your animal totems are and I wish you many blessings on your path with them.
A little over a week ago when I went to get groceries I bought HEB Creamery Intense Chocolate, which is now our favorite flavor & the only one we buy. It is chocolate ice-cream with a band of chocolate sauce & small chunks of dark chocolate. It is to DIE FOR! BEST EVER!! Anyway, I stuck it out in the big freezer in the garage since we were only halfway through the one in the kitchen freezer. The day after Stuart had finished it off I was going to tell our daughter I had another one in the big freezer, but I heard this male voice. All it said was, “Tell no one about the ice-cream in the garage!”
Yeah, weird. I thought so, too. I asked the voice, “why not?” No reply. So I figured maybe I had better listen because the voice was very powerful & sounded quite authoritative, so I told no one & the ice-cream just sat out there. Then I totally forgot about it.
Three nights ago I had a fantastic dream. I was standing at an all-you-can-eat ice-cream buffet. They had tubs & tubs of every flavor imaginable. The tubs seemed to go on forever and I couldn’t even see where they ended. I had a large bowl in one hand and a large spoon in the other. Every tub had its own ice-cream scoop. I was about to start scooping some Rocky Road into my bowl when I figured to heck with that. I took my spoon & I was scooping Rocky Road from the tub directly into my mouth as fast as I could, then an angel appeared next to me & I figured I must have died & this is my own version of heaven. My hip had been hurting badly the day before this dream & the angel asks me if it still hurt. I said no & he said with a wave of his hand toward the Rocky Road, “behold the power of chocolate.”
Right after he spoke my husband’s alarm went off, which woke me up. I was upset because I was about to snarf down all this great ice-cream, calorie-free, but NO! The evil alarm woke me up & ruined what would have been a fabulous ice-cream free-for-all. I was really angry at the alarm. Later that day I shared the dream with members of my Magickal Musings group on Facebook, my family, and also a few friends. We all had a really good laugh over it.
However, the morning I woke up from that dream I had a really bad sore throat. It continued on through the rest of the day & at dinner when it was very painful to eat my husband quipped from across the table, “that’s what you get from eating ice-cream too fast, you know!” Referring to my dream. I was not amused, but our daughter laughed her head off and added, “yeah, and you didn’t take your Lact-Aid, either!” Yes, I am lactose intolerant. However, that’s the great thing about dreams. We often find ourselves doing things that in waking life are either impossible or would cause us discomfort. I had truly enjoyed eating that dream Rocky Road and when I woke up I could still feel the texture of the rich chocolate ice-cream, marsh-mellows and almonds in my mouth.
The sore throat was worse on Day 2. I began to think I may end up being Typhoid Mary for the flu for our town if I wasn’t careful. However, I wasn’t coughing and hadn’t developed any congestion. By Day 3 it was clear I had a ping pong or golf ball stuck in the left side of my throat. It was now almost impossible to swallow any solid food so right after my failed attempt at eating some breakfast I called my doctor.
Diagnosis: Strep throat, an advanced case. The only plus was that my GP told me ice-cream & popsicles really help with the internal swelling & he wanted me eating ice-cream & sucking on popsicles despite the fact that I have high triglyceride levels & ice-cream is very bad for that. (I love him! LOL) So when I returned home from seeing my GP I suddenly remembered that tub of ice-cream in the freezer out in the garage, got it out and the same voice out of nowhere said, “I told you so!” I nearly dropped the ice-cream on the garage floor! I said to the voice (that sounded like Archangel Michael, but it was definitely not him, but someone else also very powerful), “So you knew all along I was going to get strep throat & I would need this ice-cream & feel too sick to go out & buy any? Why didn’t you tell me I was about to get sick?” The voice replied, “I did! I sent you that dream of the ice-cream buffet!”
Here is a little lesson for us all. So you see, a silly dream that you find funny may have been sent to you by one of your angels, a spirit guide, even a higher angel (which this one is because my guardian angel’s name is Thomas & he’s kind of goofy so it clearly wasn’t him). Sometimes a dream is just a dream & I had a lot of laughs over the all-you-can-eat ice-cream buffet dream, and now look at what has occurred. Some dreams are no laughing matter & this is an experience I will remember for a long time to come.