A Sigil to mark the Beginning of 2019

 

I’ve always loved the abstract freedom found in just jotting down designs intuitively. Swirls, curves, edges, dots lines… Each shape holds an intricacy all its own. This is probably why sigil drawing has always held sway over me. I’ve been attracted to creating bindrunes for years, but have never just closed my eyes and let a vision take shape as a sigil.

Now, to understand the significance of this practice, one must understand the differences between drawing a sigil and merely drawing abstract designs.

Sigils are intentional; they may be intuitively manifested, but they are designs which hold intent, purpose, a goal. We are numinous when we imbue our own energies into a thing–an object, written word, artwork–and there is power in what we soul forms manifest.

So I had an inspirational moment the other night when I instinctively pulled out my phone’s stylus and started manifesting what the meaning of this new year, new cycle, means to me. With the Sun, Moon, and now Mercury [heading into] in Capricorn along with our partial solar eclipse, 2019 has begun with powerful goal-oriented/newness/healing/rebirth themes. Not only that, but the numerological path of 2019 equates to a 3 frequency. Three is my life path number, and I will be 33 this month. I am a Capricorn Sun, Mercury, Venus and Neptune native. Capricorn is in my bones. So it’s no wonder this New Moon and Sun energy, as well as the planetary alignments and the eclipse, have compelled me into this kind of spiritual action.

The sigil I drew for the budding new year represents Capricorn in all its glory. We will be operating the first bit of 2019 under this sign, and it’s natural that Cappy would make its way into this sigil. The curved object next to Capricorn’s symbol represents 2019’s numerological frequency of 3. This frequency is an activation frequency, like turning the ignition in a vehicle. We are starting something new, healing from old wounds, opening up collective consciousness. You name it, the Cardinal sign of Capricorn is there to witness and support its beginnings.

So meditate on your life’s journey. Let your soul find its own way of waking, stepping out of societal norms as needed. Find solitude and accept and nurture your Self.

For more information on your numerology/Life path number and other info, you can visit Numerology Center.

To find out how this New Moon/solar eclipse and planetary alignment affect you, find your natal chart and read up on what your unique planetary placements are.

As always, many blessings, Love & Light, and a very Happy & Prosperous New Year!

10 things I learned when I started working with my own energy

Working with energy can be tricky at best, and utterly discouraging at worst. But when I find that connection, the currents of what I feel power all things, the world feels right. I am a bit new to actively working with my own energy/vibrational frequency, like meditation and breathing to figure through ailments or illnesses and even emotional maladies, but I am not new to the feeling of that connection.

It’s what I believe is my drive. What motivates me to try try try until I succeed. So when I truly concentrated on not only feeling and holding that connection to myself, but actively manipulating it, I started to feel stronger, more awake and aware, and more at peace with myself.

I am continuing to learn and develop, as we all do as human souls, but I wanted to see a physical detail of virtues or traits that I believe I have cultivated throughout this journey. So I sat down the other day and wrote out what I felt I have learned through my trials and errors with meditations, dreamwork, journaling, and working with my own energy.

Patience

Being patient with myself, my journey, my emotional and mental processing. Patience in outcomes, being the listener more than the speaker, growing in wisdom by waiting out impasses and learning from failures. Being patient with loved ones and their paths, being patient with time.

Resilience

Resilience + self reliance, learning to bounce back from setbacks, using mistakes as learning tools to help develop better ways of being, living, doing, + thinking. Battling addictions and growing victorious; wiping myself off and standing back up, ignoring + disassociating from judgment. Using constructive criticism to better myself + further my goals.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness for myself and those who have made their own mistakes at my expense, forgiveness in my relationships, my status. Refusing to be a victim, acknowledging and accepting my flaws + not operate in self-deprecation or shame. Empowering myself to learn from my imperfections.

Setting boundaries

Learning to stop when enough is enough, limiting self indulgences, boosting motivation + discipline. Learning when + how to say “no” and how to limit putting others’ needs above my own, recognizing my voice + self advocating. Speaking out to defend myself as necessary, offering council + taking council only when warranted. Learning how to protect myself from coercion, manipulation, guilt trips. Protecting my emotions + mental stability.

Self respect

Learning to respect myself by being impeccable with my word: when I make promises or commitments to myself and carry out, I feel more growth and enlightenment within and I am someone who I can respect. Setting myself up for success + growth, limiting self sabotaging thoughts + actions, directing my intellect + talents to set and achieve goals.

Spiritual hygiene

Taking time to self assess, self reflect and recognize where I am growing spiritually, where I am lacking, and what new things I’ve experienced throughout my day/week/month/year. Keeping journals + logs of prayers, spellings, intonations, meditations, observations + things of interest in growing in spirit.

Grounding + staying grounded

Learning what resonates, speaks to me, helps connect me to earth’s circuitry. Drumming, singing + chanting to achieve harmony and balanced frequencies. Learning how to stay attuned to that frequency more often than being out of tune.

Letting go

Ceasing to perseverate on things beyond my control, learning to be impartial + distanced from things that no longer serve me or will serve me, accepting the flux of change, leaving short term fixes behind to embrace the full range of healing that comes with letting shit go.

Confidence + courage

Finding my stomach, tuning myself into my inner wolf, becoming confident in my abilities, intelligence, wit and humor. Learning to approach all things without fear. Breathing through anxiety, working through obstacles, learning to trust my gut. Being assertive in myself + standing firm in my values.

Trusting in myself

Accepting my strengths and limitations, urging my heart to understand them, opening myself to my intuition, my own vulnerability + learning to fall in love with my own soul and spirit.

 

 

I hope this serves as inspiration to look inward and embrace all that you have learned and all that your spirit has achieved. You’re strong, you’re human, and you’re full of energy just waiting to be harnessed. If ever you would like an energy or plant reading to help you along your unique journey, please feel free to get in touch. I am in my happy place when helping others find that connection to their own energy frequencies.

 

Many blessings, Dear Hearts❤

 

 

San Agustín & the Castillo de San Marcos

For all purposes, most of Florida’s peninsula is part of the Caribbean. And because of this location, our history is a rich one of early colonization, Indian wars, pirate legends, Spanish gold and maritime battles; the fact that my little place in the world is the stuff of legends and old sea sagas thrills me.

Florida was in the mix of much of the New World trade goings-on during the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries. The Spanish, English, and French (and even the Dutch later on) were all vying for dominance in the newly discovered West Indies. Who could colonize the islands quickest? Who could strike gold and gems and thus build their wealth? With all the ships traversing through the Florida Straights laden with riches, it’s no wonder pirates also made their mark around the area.

Many a Spanish treasure ship was looted or at least picked as much as possible along the Florida coast. For treasure hunters and enthusiasts, the Treasure Coast of Florida offers a paradise of charted wrecks for recreational dives and tons of beach on which to metal detect. Many ships were lost off the east coast, due to hurricanes, running aground, or being incapacitated during battle. I wonder how many shipwrecks go undiscovered just on the other side of the Intracoastal and A1A. How much gold is still sitting at the bottom of the Atlantic/East Coast Shelf?

But it is not that activity I had planned for my impromptu trip to St. Augustine. I’m in love with the history and the old buildings, the fort, the land and the beaches. And besides, the fam damily was getting stir-crazy being cooped up inside during all the sporadic thunderstorms over the past few weeks, and I thought a trip over to the east coast was warranted… So the Fourth was spent over in Deland, fireworks in Port Orange, then a sightseeing drive up through Flagler to St. Augustine– the oldest European-settled city in the US.

I have always been in love with the St. John’s and coastal St. Augustine areas. It’s a mix of factors that draw me in: the history, the culture, the parks and beaches and the number of nature- and history-based attractions. For being so populated in the city propers of St. Augustine and up to Jacksonville, there’s still a lot of empty property. Land. All around. We love seeing all that expanse.
Inland, in Deland, and northward, it rained just as we had anticipated. It had rained most of the drive over. Thursday late morning had us in plenty of sunshine, though, as we strolled to the entrance into the Castillo de San Marcos.

So the sporadic thunderstorms that had followed us from inland west coast to inland east coast did not bother us as we walked in the heat along the gunwall of the Castillo de San Marcos. But then, Florida has her way of relieving even the worst summer heat–if you can be lucky enough to be on the coast. Her sea breezes are a literal thing– cooling coming off the Atlantic, and much appreciated. And in that heat, it was relieving, though at that point, even the rain would’ve been welcome.

Heat and sweat and all, though, the Castillo never ceases to stir goosebumps out of me. The oldest stone masonry fort in the US, the Castillo is as close as you can get to old European history in America. If walls could speak, indeed. I have a strong want to know. And supposedly, the fort is haunted. I can understand why many would think so.


As for spiritual phenomenon, I can only say I feel as though the movement of bodies, the battles, the events over time, the sheer humanity of this particular place, moves me deeply, like the fort itself is the collective spiritual remnant of everyone and everything that took place here. Greed, it makes me think. So much thrown into the winds so Europeans could make their mark, demonstrate their power and wealth. Anybody can head to Wikipedia and read about the history, but it’s the feel and experience of the place. The physicality of it. The coquina stone that still stands after 450 years of sand and sea, storm and wind. [Mind you, the masonry fort was not present during Menendez’s time in 1565, and construction wouldn’t begin on the Castillo until 1672, over 100 years after Menendez’s founding]

How can that not inspire just a little bit?

The taking of the land from the Timucua is not lost on me, however. The marshlands and coastal plains were theirs before any stone fortress or canonfire or churchbells ringing across the “Place of Slaughter” [Matanzas Bay]. Yet the foreign invaders would build a lasting tell of their landing and subsequent conquering of the wilds that were Florida.
I wonder about the Timucua tribe and how they must have perceived the arrival of Ponce de Leon in 1513, and later Pedro Menendez de Avilés and his crew in 1565. If it was any different than the New England tribes’ interaction with European settlers. I wonder how long it took during that century before European disease and corruption killed them off. I wonder at what Florida would be like if the Spaniards had never ventured upon the Caribbean.

And yet I’m fascinated by the enduring history, the sagas of discovery and expedition, the underlying desperation to control outposts on the fringes of the known world, just to exert power over nations. What kind of world was that? How is ours any different today?

Such a savage Song you sing

It’s such a savage Song you sing

Oh Mother, Lady of the Woods, sprite or faery bold,

The melodies sing Life to me as all things meet as One

The land is painted shades of Earth, greens and browns and faint light hues, and I can see the growing things waking up, among the shade of the oak trees.

Through death and rebirth and the shadow’s prayer, this Land is here to roam.

It’s such a savage Song you sing, and I’m here to sing along.

 

 

 

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