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Obsession
My obsession is my soul's passion, leading me forward through the flames of past lives and old fears. Like a phoenix, I rise again and again from the ashes.
Brushing off anything that is not the TRUTH
The power of the connection stands and allows expansion, and through that, our souls enter and deeply penetrate a full embodiment to be present here on earth. Light is anchored and grounded here. Moment by moment, we create. We are meant to develop our expression here fully.
My obsession is my soul's passion, leading me forward through the flames of past lives and old fears. Like a phoenix, I rise again and again from the ashes.
Brushing off anything that is not the TRUTH
The power of the connection stands and allows expansion, and through that, our souls enter and deeply penetrate a full embodiment to be present here on earth. Light is anchored and grounded here. Moment by moment, we create. We are meant to develop our expression here fully.
 Card 034: The Mirror Remembers
Archetype: The Reflective Sage Deck: New Archetypes for a New Earth Message: Understanding deepens into knowing. There comes a moment when truth is no longer just concept-it is embodied, lived, integrated. This card speaks to the depth of self-awareness, the clarity that comes when the mind quiets and the soul speaks. The mirror reflects not just an image but a conversation with the divine-- a recognition that every experience, every lesson, every challenge has woven the sacred tapestry of your becoming. Affirmation: I honor the wisdom within me. My reflection reveals my truth, and I embrace my path with clarity and trust. ✦ Soul Letter (from the Archetype): Beloved, your eyes don’t just see—they remember. Truth is not an answer—it is a witness. Let the mirror show you not your faults, but your journey. Not your questions, but your embodiment. You no longer seek meaning-- you are meaning. ✦ Ritual: Soul Recognition Stand before a mirror and gaze into your own reflection. Whisper: “I see clearly. I recognize my own wisdom. I trust the unfolding of my path.” Breathe deeply, allowing this truth to settle within you. ✦ Cosmic Resonance: This card reflects Mercury sextile Pluto—insight through introspection. It echoes Moon trine Chiron—emotional clarity through healing. ✦ Frequency Key: A mirror reflecting constellations overlaid on skin—your cosmic fingerprint.
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 Scene: from Behind the Wizard’s Curtain The Redwoods Norse Gathering
The atmosphere was electric, charged with the same anticipation one feels on Christmas morning. Laughter and giggles filled the air as everyone unpacked. A group of men stood by a large stone circle, sharpening their tools, the rhythmic rasp of metal against stone a primal counterpoint to the excited chatter, adding to the sense of preparation and excitement. The women were a sight to behold, dressed in long, flowing dresses and skirts, their belts adorned with knives. A small group of them were busy unpacking coolers filled with delicious food they had prepared earlier: salads, eggs, meat trays, and fresh rolls. The tables were being set for the Lughnasadh feast, a scene of bustling activity and anticipation. Hanna, wearing faded jeans and a comfortable band t-shirt, a common uniform of the mid-90s, joined a few women, setting up tables for the feast. One tall blonde man picked up a roasted turkey leg and bit into it with gusto. Hanna laughed and said, "Savages." She smiled and looked away. A flicker of something—amusement, surprise—danced in her eyes. He put the turkey leg down and swooped up Hanna, throwing her over his shoulder. "If we are savages, let's not let the lady down." He ran off into the wooded area away from the cabins, with Hanna laughing and kicking. "Put me down, you savage, right now.” He gently put her back down, and she steadied herself against a tree trunk. It felt out of time and space there, the sounds of the camp suddenly distant, replaced by the thrum of her own pulse. He leaned over her with one hand on the tree and kissed her quickly. Backing up and taking a bow. "Peter Thorten, at your service, my lady." Hanna was caught off guard and charmed by his rugged physique and manner. His long blonde hair slightly covered his left eye. He smiled and asked, Who might you be? My beautiful princess? "Hanna, my name is Hanna. Which god do you work with?" "Thor," and he raised his arm to show his muscles. "Yes, I can see." Steve came running up to them, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you Okay, Hanna? Did he hurt you?" Hanna blushed a little and said, "I'm fine. Steve, this is Peter. I take it you don't know each other?" “I apologize, beautiful Hanna; I did not know you were with someone." "Oh Steve, we are just friends, nothing more. I am single and available, not too available, okay? I need to get back to the group. This is awkward," Hanna giggled, and quickly walked back to the group. She could almost feel Steve's confusion radiating behind her, a prickle on her neck. She hurried back to the ladies, setting up food. Everyone was laughing. One of the women smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Prudence. Peter likes you." "Yes, he does," spoke the lady next to her. “Is he available?” "Oh, I'd say he is," they all laughed together. Lughnasadh (lunasa) is the first summer harvest, celebrated around August 1. It is a perfect time to gather and be thankful to the gods for the abundance we enjoy in life. They created a beautiful altar on a large stone inside the circle, adorned with items of significance. The candles symbolize the light and warmth of the sun, the fresh-baked loaves of bread represent the first harvest, the platters of grapes and apples signify the fruits of the earth, the large jug of Mead (homemade honey beer) and bottles of homemade elderberry flower champagne are offerings of celebration and gratitude. There were also lots of candles and hurricane lamps, vases of sunflowers, and items to represent different Norse gods. Before they started the ritual, Peter walked over to Hanna and gently took her hand. He leaned forward and kissed it. They held hands during the ritual. The fire warmed their faces and bodies as the cooler night breezes came. Peter put his arms around her to keep her warm. She melted into his embrace leaning into him. A quiet peace settled over her, as if she'd found a missing piece of herself in his arms. The head of the covens stood in the center of the circle and set up a small fire pit. The four high priests wore long white robes tied with a leather belt and had animal horns, skins, and knives hanging from their belts. Steve had his axe also attached to his belt. Together, they called in the four corners, and the guardians of the North, East, South, and West. Called in the ancestors above and below. Each one threw something into the fire, which made it rise, and the flames changed colors with each action they took. We had written down our thanks for what we had received on paper bags. We stuffed them with dried herbs and tied them closed, drawing a face on them. One by one, they walked over to the fire and put their offering into the fire, watching it catch fire and the sacred smoke rise to the gods. When we were all done, they grounded the energy, and opened the circle, announcing, "Let's Feast." The feast was a communal affair, with everyone contributing a dish or drink. There was a variety of food, from hearty stews to fresh salads, and a selection of drinks, including the Mead and elderberry flower champagne. We all shared in the abundance of the harvest and the joy of the celebration. Everyone whooped and hollered. Hanna and Peter held hands as they walked to the tables to get food. It felt like a high school summer campout. The atmosphere was lively and jovial, with laughter and conversation filling the air. Hanna had become quiet, which was out of character for her. She found herself simply observing, a silent hum of contentment replacing her usual quick wit. A few people picked up guitars and a drum and began to play, adding to the festive mood. They all loaded their plates and found a picnic table, bench, or camping chair to sit and eat, enjoying the company of fellow celebrants. After eating, Peter put down a camping blanket with a few pillows. They sat together as if it always was just them. It was a timeless moment that sitting under the stars would record forever. Drinking the Mead was delightful and sweet. The sun had set during the ritual, and the woods were dark. The darkness felt welcoming and like a protective blanket enclosure. The night sky was filled with stars, and our sacred fire lit the night with its warm glow. Hanna felt as if they were between times. Not here and yet not completely in the past. They were somewhere in between, a thin veil separating the mundane from the mythical, and she felt utterly at home in the liminal space. The celebration went on until the early morning hours. Hanna said “Good night” and kissed Peter. “Tomorrow the games begin. I will see you in the morning.” Walking into the cabin she shared with Steve she crept in quietly. And slipped into her sleeping bag on her bed. Steve woke up early and made coffee. "Good morning." He held out a cup of coffee to Hanna. What time is it? 9 o'clock "Oh, wow. I slept really hard last night. It must have been the mead I drank. Thanks for the coffee." You spent a lot of time with that guy Peter last night." Steve's voice was carefully neutral, but his jaw was a little too tight. "Your point?" " I know we aren't dating, but I thought since we are sharing a cabin for the weekend, you know." He gestured vaguely between them. "No, I don't know. Listen, Steve. We are friends, and I have learned a lot from you and continue to do so. But I am not interested, and I am sorry if I have misled you in some way. I told Peter last night that I am single and available." "Well, I thought we would get together down the road." "No, Steve, I told you I am not interested in you in that way at all." "Hey, if I thought it would be a problem, I wouldn't have come with you to this Norse thing. Listen, how much does the cabin and gas cost? I will pay you cash when I get to the bank on Monday. Gods and men are so, so, dense sometimes." Steve's shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before he masked it with a dismissive wave. Hanna got up and walked past Steve. She went out to the gathering area around the food table. Hanna cheerfully greeted everyone, "Good morning all." "Men can be legends in their own minds. Am I right?" Four women stood there and said yes in unison, raising their cups in toast. Prudence walked over and said, "You know Steve is an honest man who can be trusted. He has a good heart and means well," Prudence reassured Hanna, the other women nodding in agreement. "Yes, that's why we are friends, but I don't plan on having sex with him. Do you?" "Oh, hell no, I didn't understand. I thought you guys were together. He led me to believe that you were his girlfriend," one of the women exclaimed in surprise. "Shit! Well, that needs to be cleared up after everyone is awake. Gods, he pisses me off." By late morning the games had begun. And awards were being given. Hanna watched the games and cheered people on. The archery was fun watching how accurate they were being so far away. Throwing large stones for distance. Axe throwing at targets from different distances. It felt like a very rugged lumberjack type of gathering. Hanna thought I wonder how much was handed down from the vikings? In the afternoon, Jill and Prudence announced they were going to some hidden swimming hole about an hour's drive away. Hanna jumped in their jeep, and Peter came with her. Another four came in a truck and followed us. Everyone else stayed behind at the campgrounds and relaxed. Hanna said, "Thank you for driving." and handed Jill a twenty. "It's fun not having to drive." They arrived at a gate on a dirt road off the highway. Prudence got out and unlocked the gate as we drove through. They drove down the hot, dusty road until you could hear water. Jill parked and said, "We're here!" They grabbed their towels and walked down to the water. It was beautiful. A small waterfall rushed into a large pond, which spilled over into a creek. They had their own private swimming pool. Peter stripped naked and jumped in. Prudence threw off her dress and jumped in. Hanna thought, "What the hell?" She stripped off her clothes and jumped in. The water was cold but refreshing. You could almost see the bottom of the pond. There were large boulders heated by the sun, and Hanna got out, took her towel to wrap around herself, and sat on one of the boulders. The others played around in the water, getting out and jumping off one of the boulders into the water. Hanna felt free and relaxed for the first time in months. They were just having fun. Peter stood over her, dripping water on her, and sat beside her. "Hi Hanna, this is great. I am glad I decided to come along." "I'm glad you did, too." There was a palpable chemistry between them, a connection that felt like an electric current. Hanna, feeling the pull, extended her hand, and they found themselves palm to palm. Hanna said, "Do you feel that?" "Yeah, I do." Sometimes, words cannot express the feeling of your heart expanding in your chest. The sun reflected off his golden skin, with water droplets slowly rolling off his beautiful sculpted body. Hanna thought, I bet Thor would look just like him. It's like being with a god. I know no one is perfect. But this, this is a kodak moment. Peter leaned over her, his hand resting on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his wet body. He asked, "Do you feel that?" Then, he kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that sent shivers down Hanna's spine. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, the towel slipping off her body, their wet skin pressing against each other. The moment was electric, charged with the thrill of the unexpected and the warmth of their shared passion. The world seemed to hold its breath around them, the only sound the faint rush of the waterfall. One of the guys yelled, "Hey, you guys get a room. Come on, we came to swim " Everyone else started splashing cold water on both of them. The timing was perfect. They both got up and jumped into the water, laughing. The afternoon gently slipped by into the evening. They must return to camp for dinner and leave first thing in the morning.As they drove back tired from playing and swimming Hanna dozed off in Peter's arms. Peter asked, “Would you like to share my tent tonight?” Not yet. But after this weekend I am open to seeing you again if you like?” Hanna and Peter made plans to get together next weekend. Peter said, “It feels like I have always known you.”  A Voice That Stands Out Tick Tock videos! Yes, I know I see a lot of eyes rolling when I say it, but hear me out for a moment. If you want to see what the younger generation is watching, TikTok is one of those social media platforms I was introduced to by my grandson three years ago. It's very addictive and hypnotizing; you find yourself scrolling through and watching numbing short videos that turn into side-splitting laughter and crazy content. One day, while scrolling through, I came across a young, very handsome man sitting inside his car with dark red leather seats. A sense of intimacy surrounded him as he spoke into the camera. "Just do it! Stop getting in your own way trying to make whatever you're doing perfect; just post it." His intense blue eyes and sweet smile were awe-inspiring. It felt as if he was talking directly to me. Something clicked inside me. A connection was made through social media. I thought, 'Here is someone trying to help others empower themselves to create a life they dream about .' We need more of this on the internet, more positive messages for all of us, not just the younger generation but the older ones as well. You could feel his authenticity and that he really believed in what he was saying. I came across several other videos featuring the same man due to algorithmic recommendations. It felt as if he was my personal coach. "Now go out there and get it." He'd say. It was so inspirational for myself and many others. There is a great deal of fear in our world today, fear of failure and fear of success. It keeps us locked up in our own fears. Five stars from me for becoming a trendsetter and showing others that a young man can overcome all odds and make his dreams come true. The mood is uplifting, positive, silly, funny, and fun. Not all trendsetters are full of themselves. Some have big hearts to share with the world. Thank you! Mary Christine Rossi©2025  Believe in the whispers of your heart. They are your compass to the spiral path inward to home. I take your hand in mine. Where are we going? Let's live in the moment and not direct it. Deeper and deeper, I dive into your heart as we return to One. I am finally home. This is where I belong within your heart. Mary Rossi © 2025  For eons, we have lived and experienced every type of pain of separation. But in truth, as my cat told me many years ago, "there is no separation!" We are all connected organically and vibrationally, moving towards evolution and raising our vibrations at our own pace. This journey is not a race but an allowing and unfolding. As the flower leans toward the sun, Our souls lean toward love. It nourishes us and holds us tenderly on our journey home. Mary Rossi © 2025  Time and space converge in the present moment. When we gather by the fire, the true essence of our existence is all right now. Our perceived past lives are merely attempts to order our understanding of experience. In the new world, we are creating a higher vibration of Love. We are moving swiftly with the Earth to a higher perspective. In understanding the alchemy of Magic, we draw back the old convoluted complexities, allowing them to fall away and revealing simple blends to learn. We come from an experience of weaving. Mary Rossi © 2025 |
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