Cydira's Country Corner. : Spirits

Life changes: To Resist or Not To Resist

Cydira — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 18:55:00 GMT

Hi Folks,

My guides are strongly encouraging me to write this. This, however, is not from them or their experiences, but rather my own. That said, it is with their blessings that I share with you a little bit about how I view the world.

Life will always bring us changes. It is in our capacity to resist the changes or to accept them. I have learned personally that resisting changes only serves to bring greater frustration and headaches. Change does not need to be our enemy. It can also be our friend. It can be the breath of fresh air that we need to break out of stagnant thought patterns or to obtain much needed clarity of vision by sweeping away our illusions.

Safety and the desire for it are illusions. Absolute safety is simply not possible in this world. It's rather harsh thing to say but the truth is not always something fuzzy and cute. It is possible to mitigate risks and reduce the influence of undesirable events or situations. Changes put our souls on notice that we are to be bold in our approach to life.

Resisting change is often a knee-jerk reaction to something new and uncomfortable. Tempering that reaction with a bit of faith in your own capacity to handle change and the unexpected can serve us all very well. It's a habit that even I struggle with. It is counter-intuitive because we're raised to place our faith outside of ourselves. When we believe in ourselves, however, it is no longer a question of if we're going to resist change or not. It transforms the question to one of what outcomes from the change event are we going to direct our efforts towards.

You don't have to resist change. You can instead direct change to outcomes that you choose out of the myriad of possibilities. Change is your friend and ally, not your enemy. Keep an open, hopeful heart and quick wits about you, folks, because that's how you ride the waves of change to a happier future.

Blessings
~ Cydira

Vision 3/21/11 & Explanations

Cydira — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 20:43:00 GMT

As I sat in meditation last night and this has come to me in dreams as well in the last several nights.

The Eagle of Libya is engaged in combat with a Vulture. Below, a Jackal is laying wait to consume the fallen loser and to harry the victor.

The persistence of this vision has been rather unexpected. It is a portrayal of events currently unfolding. The Eagle is the will of the people of Libya and the Vulture is President Gaddafi. The Jackal is the extremist elements in the region, like Al Qaeda. The people of Libya must be careful not to allow themselves to be seduced by these extremist elements, because ultimately it will bring greater destruction to Libya then Gaddafi has.

Visions 3/16/11 & Explanations

Cydira — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 03:51:00 GMT

Last night, as I sat in meditation, the following visions and information came to me.

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There are three women sitting in a small stone room with wood paneling. One with black hair, one with blond hair, and one with white hair. Their age is indeterminate. They are spinning with hand spindles. The black haired woman's spindle is entirely made from stone and she spins blood for her fiber and thread. The blond haired woman's spindle is wooden and she spins sinews. The third woman spins with a spindle with a gold whorl and a silver shaft. She spins with clouds and light. Her thread is the soul.

Meaning: Our body is fashioned according to the will of the fates. Some of us are born to strength of body while others are born to strength of mind. The most valuable and imperishable of the gifts we receive from the Gods is the strength of our soul. It is a thing of pure magic and made of wonderous things that dance with the breathing of the Gods.
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I see bubbles of water swirling in a whirlpool with a rusty wall behind/underneath them. The dull gray of lead peeks out where the rust has flaked off. I feel nauseated and my head is filled with noise like static and screaming. I see a white hot metal at the bottom of this pool and the water around it is boiling. This is where the bubbles come from.

Meaning: This is with respect to the nuclear incident in Japan. Sadly, it is not a question of if there is going to be a melt down but rather of when. Efforts are delaying it by precious moments, but it is going to happen.
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I see snow/ash falling on blossoming cherry and pear trees. As it touches the new leaves and blossoms, they wither and turn black.

Meaning: Japan will have their food supplies tainted by the effects of the nuclear incident and the continuing effects of the earthquake that happened. They will require the aid of others to sustain the region. It will take a long time for them to recover financially from the continuing 'fall out' from this tragedy.
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We are to recognize that the Gods are present in our lives at every hour.

Meaning: We should not despair if our prayers go unanswered. The Divine continues to walk by our sides at all times. We have not been abandoned.
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Kindness is one of the most powerful forces in the universe for it is an expression of love.

Meaning: This one is self explanatory. Remember to be kind to yourself and others!

Blessings! I'll be available tomorrow!

Blessed Easter & Equinox.

Cydira — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 04:52:00 GMT

Hi Folks,

I know it is a little bit late to say 'blessed Equinox' and just barely on time to say 'blessed Easter' but I'm not troubled. It's the thought that counts, right?

I am a witch and at one point a few years ago, I seriously contemplated converting to Christianity. I had a few spiritual experiences as I was in the midst of my study of Christianity that I believe will be inspiring to the Christian folk who take a gander at my posts from time to time. I also think that I need to point out a parallel between Christianity and the modern pagan religions.

In Christianity, Jesus's death and resurrection is celebrated during Holy Week, culminating with the feast of Easter. It is a touchstone of faith and a rite of celebration to convey the hopeful message of this faith, indicating that there is more then just the misery and sorrows of this world to await us all (at it's simplest). What many people fail to realize is that the modern pagan religions has a similar celebration during the Spring season.

In Autumn, the harvest marks the death of the God of nature, for many modern pagan religions. The barren and coldness of Winter is the expression of this death and it's impact upon the world. The faith of a large number of modern pagans states that the sacrifice made by the God of nature sustains the faithful much like the blessed bread and wine of the Eucharist during the Winter. The Winter is a time to meditate upon the death and the necessity of the sacrifice for the sake of life's continuance just as during the time between Good Friday and Easter morning is a time to meditate upon the death and the necessity of the Crucifixion of Jesus.

In the Spring, the bitterness of Winter eases and we find signs of life all about us in nature. The modern pagan sees in this an indication of renewal and of the rebirth of the God of nature. The promise that is found within the seed which has lain dormant is fulfilled with the first shoots of green and life continues triumphantly after the dangers and challenges that come with Winter. In this, we, the modern pagans and the Christians, are brothers and sisters. We find in this season signs of hope and the fulfillment of the spiritual promises of renewal and triumph following times of difficulty.

It is from this sense of brotherhood that I extend my most sincere wish for all Christians to feel the love and blessing that are attendant upon the Risen Christ's presence in their lives.

And, now, I wish to share with you all a vision that was given to me at one point during Holy Week when I was contemplating conversion to Christianity. As I was sitting in meditation upon Christ, I found myself witnessing a scene that was heart rending. Unlike others, who have had similar experiences apparently, I did not see a vision of the adult Jesus being crucified.

What I saw was the infant Jesus, wailing in fear and pain as the soldiers about him engaged in the grisly work of crucifixion. In the vision, I stepped forward and attempted to pull the soldiers away from the child Jesus. At which point, the soldier turned and faced me. His features were bestial and horrific, as though from any horror movie's cast of semi-humanoid monsters. The soldier said, "Who would take his place? You?"

It was clear that it was a threat and the soldier would gleefully murder me along with the child Jesus. I was restrained and they nailed the infant to the cross. Once their work was done, they watched and made mocking comments as the body of the infant Jesus was taken from the cross. I took the body of the infant Jesus in my arms, wrapping my shawl about him as his whimpers quieted and death came over him.

In this moment, the vision changed and I was no longer kneeling at the side of the Cross with the body of the infant Jesus cradled in my arms, swaddled with the shawl in an attempt to comfort him as he breathed his last. I was instead kneeling at the feet of his mother, Mary, with the body of her infant son in my arms. I wept and begged her forgiveness because I was unable to save him as I gave her the lifeless little body I held in my arms.

At which point, Mary smiled and took up the bundle. The dead body of her infant son was not dead in the wrapped fabric of my shawl but rather asleep at her breast, cradled in her left arm. The bundle was instead filled with roses of all colors that tumbled out as she picked it up. Quietly, I was told, "All who believe are brothers. All who love are brothers, and all who believe are blessed."

The vision ended and I was left sitting in the pew somewhere between tears of grief for the torture and murder of an innocent child that I witnessed in it and confused awe for how the vision concluded. I am not sure why this vision was given to me but I do know this, what I was told was a message.

It is one that I try to share with everyone I meet by taking actions of compassion and kindness. If you love your fellow man, feel no shame in it even if the rest of the world scorns you for it. You are blessed. And if you believe, be it in Christianity or some other faith, know that you are blessed.

Let there be peace between us all upon the Earth some day soon, when we realize that we are truly brothers no matter what our differences are.

Being a pregnant psychic can be funny and sweet.

Cydira — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:42:00 GMT

Hi Folks!

I simply had to share this because I'm pretty sure that everyone is going to get a giggle out of this. As I may have said earlier, one of my guides is my Great-Grandmother Hazel. During a brief bout of insomnia last night, she sat on the foot of the bed and told me how pleased she was that my husband and I were honoring my German lineage with the naming of our second child.

She lamented the fact that she couldn't knit baby blankets for the youngest generation of the family and insisted that I would find knitting baby clothes to be much faster and easier when I got past being nervous and so critical about it. (I've been busy crocheting everything and it does take forever sometimes.) As she finished telling me that she also appreciated that I was recycling an old, broken necklace of hers to make jewelery for my aunt (her granddaughter), my cousin (her other great-granddaughter), and my nieces (her great-great granddaughters), Hazel patted my belly and went "Oh! A little fighter in there!" with great amusement as the baby kicked.

I was almost asleep when I felt another presence come into the room after she left to go visit my pregnant cousin (which she's done since my cousin got pregnant). I was surprised to realize that it was one of my other paternal great grandparents. It was the great-grandfather that we're naming this son's first name for. He walked over beside me, looked down and smiled. He then said, Sehr gut, Deborah. With that, he was gone.

I hadn't expected it at all and it was a really wonderful little surprise.

Thoughts & Words.

Cydira — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 03:46:00 GMT

This was given to me by the spirit of a young woman. She was dressed in white and pale blue. Her clothes resembled the traditional dress of India for women. Her sari was spangled with blue and silver stars. On her wrists, she wore many silver bangles. Her ears were devoid of earrings, though a hair clip with silver bells were in her dark hair. About her neck, she wore a necklace of turquoise and silver with a white, bright star at the center.

Her hands were devoid of henna and her feet were bare. She was roughly 5 ft 7 inches tall, appearing to be in her late teens. She did not give me her name. Her eyes were a golden brown and. About her, there was a pale blue aura. She did not indicate to me how or when she had passed from this life. She did have a serene aura about her. She also did not indicate whom this message is for.

Here are her words:

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Words are pale shadows compared to thoughts. Thoughts can shape a kind gesture into a knife and cut the cruelest wound. No, deep pain comes from thoughts, not words. Oh, words do have their place and the pen can be mightier then the sword, but only if wielded properly. Thoughts can be things of horror disguised in honeyed words and tones.

We mustn't forget the principle of the double entendre. At the same time, it is very wise to know words are limited in how they convey thought. We depend upon tone, inflection, the subtleties of silence in phrasing, gestures, intonation, cadance, and all the positions of body language that accompanies speech. We must recall these things as we prepare to speak.

If our thoughts are not congruent with our words, it will be revealed by our body and action. The time will come when you speak in accord with your thought and your body shall follow. When that is done, there shall be no dissembling, lies, or deception. Nothing shall stand before you because all will give way before your honesty and purity of purpose.

A message to you who fear.

Cydira — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:45:00 GMT

Hi Folks,

My guide Paul has a message he wishes to share and a spirit that has been about recently also has one. Paul chose the title for this post. Any editing that will be done on this entry prior to posting will be for clarity and legibility. This said, I hope that whom ever it is that is supposed to receive this message is well.
~ Cydira

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My name is Paul but some of my friends, when I was alive, called me Griffin. A few of you out there will recognize me and remember when we served together. To you, I say hello and I am well. I'm just not ready to incarnate yet. I still have some work to do here first. I shall see you soon, look for me in your dreams. We need to speak about something important.

That business finished, I have something important to say to the rest of you. You need to stop living in fear. Yes, I know, fear of the economy, war, and all of this other business that is going on is rather pervasive. You can rise above it. If you allow fear to run your lives, you will never get to where you want to go. Please, don't allow that to happen.

There is a wonderful phrase that my Scotsman friend told me when I first met him. He was having a rough day and he said to me "non illigitamus carborundum" on his way into the mess. If you're familiar with Latin, this expression may have made you smile. It means "Don't let the bastard's grind you down." Quite frankly, it is important to keep this in mind today because it is just as true if you're in training for the military or if you're facing life's drudgery. Yes, times are hard. They are going to continue to be for various reasons.

It is no reason to give up hope. Of course you're going to be tired and you're going to feel that you simply can not move on with your plans for your life. Especially if you're in the position that Cydira is in here. Not quite enough money, people intimidating you, and too many bills, perhaps enough to be 'up to your eyeballs' as she says, or something else equally disastrous can bring you to the brink of despair. Don't let it push you over the edge. Once you begin to fear these people and these problems, they gain power over you. You become a slave to them.

Don't be a slave. You were born a free man (or woman, as she reminds me). You do not need to scrape and bow to some one who claims they hold authority over you. These are shopkeepers and market men. They're not lords and you are not serfs or vassals. Stand up to them and demand your dignity. This is what marks you as men, not how much money you have or what you own. It is your dignity and self respect. Even a poor man can retain that.

God's mercy be upon you.
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My name is Vivian. I won't be here very long. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I've always loved you and I will still love you if you choose to be with her. Please, live. Don't stop your live on account of the fact that I'm not here physically. I'll always be with you. That is why you smell my perfume at times, like when you're upset. That's when I give you a hug. And tell the kids that it is ok. I didn't suffer very much, though to be honest it felt rather strange. A great crushing pressure in my chest and then it was gone. I felt light and nothing at all, like I was twenty again. The arthritis was gone, I could breathe easy, it was wonderful. Mother says you worry too much, also. She knows I'd love the roses (which I do by the way) and you need to stop worrying about the garden. Also, your Grandfather says the insurance policy will be enough. I love you.

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Well, to the person who Vivian is speaking, I offer my deepest condolences to you and your family. Since she didn't specify a name, I presume that you will know who you are when you read this. I'm inclined to give a description of her but she has asked me not to. She also believes that her description of the heart attack will bring some hope to others. I will respect her wishes and simply say that I hope whom ever she is speaking to finds peace in this. She is happy, though concerned for you, and at peace. I will say this, Vivian has one of the most dazzling smiles that I have ever seen. She also insists that you were probably the happiest man alive when you two got married in 1946.

A New Year's Gift to you, Keen folks!

Cydira — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 05:57:00 GMT

Hi Folks!

Something I like to do for my friends is a tarot reading every year near New Years focusing on the up coming year. It makes for a fun and often helpful gift. Just as I said in my post earlier this evening, you folks are like my new friends. As such, here is my gift to you, a tarot reading! My guide Paul assisted me with this reading... Well, actually, he mostly dictated what the cards meant rather then offered commentary, as he usually does. That said, I hope that you all enjoy and if anything find this to be interesting!

~ Cydira

Question: What does the next year hold for the Keen community?
Deck: The Goddess Tarot from Kris Waldherr
Spread: Celtic Cross

Querant: The Sun, The Zorya: You are filled with great hope and sincerity. There is a youthful vigor and delight in life that surrounds you. I also see that you are people of great courage and determination. These qualities all serve you quite well. Delight in them.

Current Situation: 9 of Cups: You are exercizing your psychic gifts. I also see that you are accomplishing your dreams. Many of you are turning within for spiritual guidance, which has lead to recognizing the blessings in your life and 'sharing the wealth' with others.

Deep Past: 6 of Cups: Solid effort to preserve established efforts in the face of great challenges earlier this year (approximately mid-Spring) are reflected in this card. The hard work that had begun your endevours did bring early fruit, giving you hope. I also see that at that time, the worst of the significant risk to your endevours had passed, though more effort then was initially applied was required to maximize potential at that time.

Moderately Deep Past: Prince of Swords: Rapid communication brought unexpectedly beneficial news. At the time, however, it didn't appear to be beneficial to you but rather a source of aggrivation. I also see in this card that many of you took a more aggressive/assertive stance on how you chose to proceed with your endevours.

Recent Past: 5 of Pentacles: The onset of winter has brought fiscial challenges and increase stress. For some, mild illness has served to make things more irritating rather then difficult. I see here that there has been some struggle between optimisim and pessimism as you look forward to the future.

Immediate Future: Prince of Pentacles: Early Spring bring an unexpected windfall to you. Optimisim will have won out and you shall have recognized the benefits of past struggles and embraced your current situation. Remember this phrase: It's wanting what you have, not having what you want.

Hopes and Fears: 6 of Swords: I see that many of you hope to see continued progress and clear communication even as you fear miscommunication and combativeness. I also see a desire to move forward by many of you in your plans even as a fear is present that doing so means you'll irrevokeably sever past ambitions, thus forcing a reevaluation of your sense of self.

Your Environment: 2 of Swords: I see that all of you will be seeking to take the middle road in the face of uncertain times and mixed pressures. I also see that wisdom will dictate a striving for moderation in situations where you don't know all of the facts. Remember to trust your intuition and evalueate everything, among your greatest strengths is your mind and clarity of purpose.

What Fate Brings: Prince of Cups: Optimistic hope shall be bouyed by divine intervention/synchronicity (what ever term you prefer!) bringing unexpected successes and fortuitious news.

Outcome: Ace of Cups: Success awaits you all. I see here a year of spiritual growth and deep renewal of the soul. I also ask you to keep the following phrase in mind: Drinking a draught from a charmed spring that brings bright hope to wearied and impoverished souls. Even as you cup empties, it shall fill anew.

Happy New Year, everyone. May it be filled with as much joy and good fortune as your homes may hold and your hearts can bear.

Breathe.

Cydira — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:06:00 GMT

Hi folks,

I'm not sure if this is from one of my guides or one of the spirits that have been hanging around for the last few days. Any editing done will be for the sake of clarity and legibility.

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We speak to you of breathing. So many assume it is an automatic act and something we're 'hardwired' to do. Ah, you fail to remember that we choose it. Very early on, we have to make the choice to breathe or not. So many other things in our lives, we must choose to do but deny a choice has been made.
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This is Paul. I want you all to know that you truly have more power and strength then you realize. You choose far more in your day then you realize. It is not a question of what you choose or why. The question is responsibility and conscious thought. If you are aware of your choice and you assume responsibility for your action, you are profound. Acting with some measure of comprehension of the ramifications of the future effects, this is part of being responsible.

Let it go. Let it all go. The question of what is the 'right' action or who will think what of you for doing something. You don't answer to them. You answer to yourself. You answer to your conscience and to God (if you believe in him).

Christ gave his life for you to be free. Don't enslave yourself for the sake of stupidity. It is as bad as denying Christ to his own face.