When Things Are Meant To Be

It's strange how one thing will lead to another and end up in a place that was completely unexpected. That is exactly what transpired last night after Pat and I decided on the spur of the moment to go on a date.

It all began with some research we were doing in order to come up with a good place to take Pat’s cousin Mary when she visits next week. While perusing the possibilities on a website we’d Googled, we found one that probably wouldn’t work for the visit due to the location, but looked inviting because it was an outdoor place on a pier by a small man made lake. So we decided right then and there that we deserved a date night and that is what we would do and where we were going.

As soon as I got home from work we set out, hungry and in a good mood. We arrived at our destination only to find it booked for a Chamber of Commerce mixer! Deciding that the lake idea was still a good one we jumped back in the car and drove a few more miles to another similar man made lake that had a choice of several restaurants. We passed on Mexican, Chinese and a Grill Bar that all had patios by the lakefront in favor of The Pita Jungle. Once inside we were informed that we would have to wait 20 minutes to get a patio table.

OK, then, no problem, we would kill the time in a cute little metaphysical emporium a few doors away. As soon as we walked into the shop we were amazed at the square footage of it – this was the biggest store of its type we had ever seen! There were several psychics on duty and a belly dancing class just starting. The woman who greeted us when we walked in was being followed closely by a large, shy looking dog.

We wandered through the vast space until we were attracted by a jewelry case. Inside we were first drawn to some silver OHM pendants in various sizes. Pat suggested that we buy one for me for my birthday and I immediately agreed. We debated the merits of the different sizes and decided on the medium sized one. No woo-woo pun intended there.

Just then, Pat was drawn to a heavy, solid silver drop on a chain with a small bead at the other end. She picked it up and it began to sway from side to side. We both were mesmerized and then we started to giggle as we pretended to be hynotized. Even though we didn’t even know for sure what it was, the weight of it, the look of it, and just the mere fact that it had called to Pat was enough.

We went to the register to pay for the mysterious thing and the OHM and the lady who had greeted us didn’t bat an eye when we told her we didn’t even know what it was we were buying. She informed us that what we had was a divining pendant and she asked if we knew how to use one. We said no, so she proceeded to teach us. She explained that each one is different and each one reacts to the querant in unique ways; she held it above her palm and asked it to show her “yes” and it began to swing in a circular motion. Then she asked it to show her “no” and it slowed down and then started to swing side to side. When she asked it to show her “indifferent” it came to a stop. I had noticed that when she first suspended the pendant above her palm it had kind of quivered, like it had picked up her energy.

As we walked back over to The Pita Jungle, I commented that it was an interesting little snippet of synchronicity since I had just a few days prior written for the first time ever about the incident with the dark spirit claiming to use a necklace to divine answers from her grandmother. And here we had just bought a divining pendant that had somehow spoken to Pat. Things that make you go, “hmmm.”

Finally seated on the patio, with a glass of wine for Pat and an organic pale ale for me, we had some wonderful chicken schwarma dishes and we talked about all kinds of things. We discussed how lucky it was to have found that little shop because it had made our little dinner date night even more interesting and special. And Pat pointed out that the whole remarkable spur-of-the-moment evening was due to cousin Mary, so of course now we were wondering if she might be into the woo. I suppose we’ll find that out soon enough.

Then it occurred to Pat that we should have looked for some sage when we were shopping because there is a weird energy spot in one corner of our garage that we have been talking about trying to get rid of because both of us have felt a negative energy force there from time to time. So after paying the bill we strolled back over there and located a large display of sage. There were two types but we preferred the smell of the white sage, so we decided to ask our new friend what she thought. She said they both work but she too preferred the white sage, so we told her to ring it up.

She asked us if we knew how to use it, and we said we thought so, but were open to any advice she had. She told us that she always begins with an affirmation that she is asking dark spirits to leave. Then she lights the sage and walks the perimeter of the room drawing counter clockwise circles with the smoke, pausing in each corner for extra coverage. That action is to chase away any negative spirits and energies. Then she lights an incense stick and does the same walk, circling the smoke in a clockwise direction, this to invite good spirits and energies.

While she was demonstrating these techniques to us, a beautiful black cat walked up to the counter. He allowed me to pick him up and hold him as I watched, and it just seemed one more sign that we had found a truly special, unexpected place.

Once home, we couldn’t wait to try out the divining pendant. Oddly enough, it seemed to respond with bigger swings and circles to me, and for me yes was side to side and no was big loopy circles. Pat thought she wasn’t getting much of anything until I finally noticed that for her it swung in one direction for yes and a different direction for no and every so often, it seemed to do tiny circles, I think that may have been for indifferent, or not sure.

We asked a lot of questions and noticed that the first few were more enthusiastically responded to and the longer the pendant was asked to continue with the same person, the more it seemed to not be as sure. But one of the early questions was about the garage. We asked if there were dark spirits in the corner I call the portal and it responded yes. I asked if we should sage it right away and it said yes again.

We did the entire sageing ritual as we had been instructed and then, finally spent, we put the pendant in a little ohm box we have along with a crystal pendant and some amythyst beads.

I know we were supposed to end up where we did and that is why the first place didn’t work out. As I sit here writing these events, I every so often find myself absently touching my new OHM pendant. It will always remind me of one of my favorite dates.

Guardian Angel

Mary Esther Baker Lamparter

I’m not sure, but I think today may have been the first time that I cried out loud for my grandmother. It was like spontaneous combustion with the words of a song as the accelerant. I have listened to this song by the Dixie Chicks many times and never really paid attention to the lyrics to the point of making any personal connection with them. Today was different.

"Silent House"

These walls have eyes
Rows of photographs
And faces like mine
Who do we become
Without knowing where
We started from

It's true I'm missing you
As I stand alone in your room

Everyday that will pass you by
Every name that you won't recall
Everything that you made by hand
Everything that you know by heart

One room
Two single beds
In the closet hangs
Your favorite dress
The books that you read
Are in scattered piles
Of paper shreds

Everything that you made by hand
Everything that you know by heart

In the garden off the living room
A chill fills the air
And the lilies bloom

And I will try to connect
All the pieces you left
I will carry it on
And let you forget
And I'll remember the years
When your mind was clear
How the laughter and life
Filled up this silent house

I don’t know how it happened, maybe because I have been working with some old photos of her, maybe because whenever I see 7:14 on a clock I think of her since that was her birthday, maybe she was just very present today… but there I was, driving to work, bawling out loud remembering my grandmother who died 18 years ago, tears streaming down my face as those lyrics sent me back in time to her house on 917 North Queen Street.

We had a special bond, my grandma and I; she was my primary caregiver from the age of 2 until I was 6. All my young life I knew I had someone I could go to who thought everything I did and said was wonderful. Not to say that she couldn’t be a strict disciplinarian if I got out of line; to this day I don’t see a wooden spoon without thinking of her wrath at the other end of one!

Her house was always a second home to me. When I think of my grandma, it is always in that setting; watching TV in her living room with her jumping up every two minutes to bring out more goodies, another glass of lemonade, more napkins, etc. or us sitting together at the kitchen table discussing everything that was going on in my life. It was always my life we talked about; I now realize she never shared much about herself.

I only found out later, from my mother, that my grandma was raised by her family’s neighbors because her own mother died while giving birth to her. Her daddy could not deal with a fresh infant on his own, with other children to raise, so to the neighbors she went. She grew up an outsider in the home in which she lived and an outsider among her own blood family right next door. It was a very sad existence that created an extreme lack of self worth in young Esther.

When she met my dashing grandfather, he swept her off her feet and into the house at 917 North Queen. Typical of the era, she stayed at home and kept house and raised my mother, and my grandfather worked and spent most evenings doing his manly club things. He was a member of the Masons, the Elks Club, the Lions Club, Rotary and I don’t even know what all else. She never learned to drive and depended on grandpa for everything. He always called her Essie Belle, and that term of endearment was what my children, her great-grandchildren always called her.

She died in 1988; it was sad, but as she had been sickly for several years, not surprising. I grieved but not in a break-down-and-cry physical way. Soon after I began to feel her presence, like she was with me in some way. In 1997 this was confirmed by a psychic who, apropos of nothing, suddenly told me that she was standing right beside me as we spoke, and that she was most likely my lead guardian angel. I had not mentioned my grandmother and the reading was about something else entirely. Confirmed now was something I already knew on a deep sub-conscious level.

Since then I have had three more psychics tell me the same thing, that she is right beside me, especially when I need her the most. One such time was several years ago. A dear friend of ours was under the influence of a dark spirit and Pat and I summoned up every light and bright spirit we could think of to keep our friend safe. Leading the charge was Essie Belle.

I will never forget the night she put on a spectacular show for the benefit of the aforementioned dark spirit, who was in our home, along with our friend. The dark spirit was explaining to us how she was able to communicate with her “grandmother” by using her necklace as a divining pendant; up and down meant yes and side to side meant no. Just then, although I was sitting perfectly still, my earring flew horizontally out of my earlobe and landed in my lap. We all sat there stunned for a moment, and finally I said I thought it must have been hanging half out already. The other three assured me it had not.

Several minutes later I went into my bedroom to get a sweater and as soon as I walked into the room I noticed the light coming through the curtains was sparkling as if hanging onto a mist and the air actually felt wet. A feeling of calm came over me as I walked through the thick, moist atmosphere to the closet. Almost trancelike, I opened the door, pulled a sweater off a hanger, closed the door, and walked out of the room. Back in the hallway I stopped short and just stood there, realizing what had just happened and every single hair stood up on my arms and neck. I remember saying out loud, “Whoa, Essie Belle, that was intense!”

Over the next year, until our friend eventually escaped the hold of the dark spirited one, I felt I could count on Essie Belle to be where I could not, by my friend’s side, keeping her bathed in light despite the life of darkness and despair she was living. I finally realized that my grandmother angel was also a guardian to my friend and I also intuited that in another lifetime my friend was my sister and Essie Belle was our mother. Just this past spring another psychic confirmed this belief and also informed me that it was no “grandmother” the dark spirit was consulting with her pendant, not unless “grandmother” was a black blur with big yellow teeth. I now know that Essie Belle was showing that evil spirit just who was boss in our house that night! She’s quite powerful.

There are times when I don’t feel her presence and I wonder if she’s moved on, maybe into a new incarnation. Just when I start feeling that way, she makes sure I know that isn’t the case. My morning drive was definitely one of those times and it is interesting that it happened the morning after I spent time with my friend. I’d call that a coincidence if I believed in such a thing. Now I just have to figure out what she was trying to tell me.

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Welcome to the Airy Fairy Blog Page. We of the airy fairy persuasion take our woo-woo very seriously, however we do not intend this page to be serious in nature. We hope to make a place where kindred souls feel free to visit and to share. We hope to create an atmosphere where revelry in our free spirited-ness skips hand in hand with exploration into the messages the universe is trying to send us.

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