Until You have walked the path, you won't know where it goes Manifesting Miracles

I will be talking about learning how to think outside the box in order to find alternative answers in your life. Not only money, but the people and resources that you need to live comfortable and to make your dreams come true. By focusing our energy on what we what to create, instead of what we are trying to avoid, we find alterntative solutions. I will be using my experiences in publishing as examples of how there are more than one way around every bush.

The Miracles and Challenges of Being Wiccan Writer

The Miracles and Challenges of Being Wiccan Writer

Being Wiccan isn't always about magic or working with the deities. More often than not it is simply being aware of the energy and wisdom that surrounds us all. It is the ability to see, hear and understand the signs the Divine is showing us; there are no coincidences--only messages that we are not yet ready to interpret.

Being empathic and intuitive, I have done my best to follow my intuition. More often than not it has lead me to the people, things and places where I was needed or needed to be. I have found opportunities and have been given help. I've also been given the great gift of being able to be of service to other. Sometimes I still am amazed how life brings together people, energy and resources just at the right moment. That if one element was just a moment off, the miracle wouldn't have happened.

It's why at this moment I feel so confused. I find myself at a crossroads and not knowing which path to take. Part of me knows that I will be shown which path will lead me to my goal. I know in my heart my needs will be met if I don't give into to the old fears and doubts. Yet at this moment as I write this I am questioning why I have been lead here.

Like so many I am financially challenged and have found my resources have dwindled. I worked on two projects that apparently I will not be paid for and other promised work has vanished. To be honest, I can be stubborn as the day is long and for a long time I didn't fully value my own work. Now that I am asking for equal payment for work performed, I've learned that I taught other to devalue me to well. One was a book trailer, whose author refused to give me necessary information, then complained that it wasn't what she wanted. The other was a woman who wanted me to set up her blog; it's done and ready for her to post, yet she to has found reasons not make payment for work rendered.

This is setting up to be a whine, which is not what I intended. The point is that there is a lesson or a challenge at play. It would be easy for me to do a justice ritual, but what would be the point. Karma always does come around.

Instead of hanging around sulking about these and another weird situation I find myself in, I chose to be open to new possibilities by seeking new work and looking for a mundane job to tide me over.

I went walking this afternoon with my cameras; I promised a friend I would typeset her book and create a cover for her. I also needed to be closer to Mom Nature so I could put my life into perspective. Today it was a miracle in itself--November 4 and it was warm enough to warn shorts in northern Michigan. I found peace and a promise among the trees. I couldn't get pictures of the squirrels, the chipmunks or the two deer, but I hopefully swan pictures will turn out beautifully. I also got wide selection of pictures to chose from for the cover. But more importantly, I found my center and grounding.

I’ve heard from friends and from several on the other side, that the writing gig I’ve been seeking will be offered along with another. The tide is turning in my favor and I am to be patient, allowing it to unfold in its time. Waiting has never been my strongest character trait. So now I wait and work and wonder if the person who needed to see the black panther will see what she needs to see and have the courage to speak out. Or if the changing energies will wash me up on another shore? As Scarlet said--tomorrow is another day. It is along with a whole new possibilities.

Don't Curse the Messenger: Free Prosperity Ritual

Don't Curse the Messenger: Free Prosperity Ritual
By
Theresa Chaze

With the challenging financial times that many of us are going through, it is easy to loose track of the blessings that we have and continue to receive. How many times have we reluctantly gotten the mail, dreading or even cursing the bills that we are certain that will be there. And sure enough, there are bills. The universe provided exactly what we expected. We asked. The universe delivered. However, if we changed our perspective by focusing on finding blessings, the universe would just quickly provide the them.

If every day, we looked to our mailbox as a source of income that is what it would become. By being grateful and blessing the source, we would not only make our mailboxes a prosperity source, but also open our lives for miracles appear. As silly as it may feel, if you thank your mailbox or computer or bank account--whichever way your money comes to you for the financial help and support, you will increase what you are given. This doesn't mean you can sit on your behind and do nothing; however, if you live in the moment and do your best, while keeping your perspective positive and open, you will allow the Divine to bless you.

Three Gem Mailbox blessing

What you will need:

Citrine-connected to the Divine
Rose quartz--representing love
Any green stone--representing healing and prosperity.

Hold them in your hands and say:

I call the Divine
to create prosperity that is mine.
With healing, hope and love
I accept the blessings from above.
Through this portal and all others
I accept financial blessings from soul sisters and brothers.
Let miracles manifest and ever flow
so that my prosperity continuously grows.


After blessing them with the spell put them in your mailbox. Every day make a point of thanking them. In addition, you can write the spell on a posty and place it on your computer so that it will also be a portal for prosperity.

There are more prosperity rituals, as well as love, protection and healing, in my Ebook of Shadows, Out of the Shadows and Into the Light.. It is a Wiccan book of wisdom for the novice and experience worker. It is available at www.theresachaze.com.

Shirley Jones A Miracle in Action

Miracles can happen in unexpected ways through unexpected sources. Sometimes they come in the form of singers named, Shirley Jones. When we are open to sharing blessings, we cannot only make miracles happen for ourselves but others as well. To say the Divine works in mysterious ways is a major understatement. Sometimes when we lease expect it she/he/it will intervene, allowing you to be a conduit for helping another. It will send messages and comfort through and to you. We don't always understand the reasons behind our actions, nor can we take the credit for being more than the messenger for the healing another receives.

This past summer I was part of such a blessing. A long time neighbor and recent good friend was going though life challenges that was making her heart weep. Issues from the past were being brought forth not for healing, but to manipulate and excuse personal bad behavior. There was nothing Lynne could do to change the situation but react and ride out the storm. She loved this person dearly, but realized that there was nothing she could do to change their behavior or to save her from herself. She was forced to step back and allow the events to unfold. This doesn’t mean she didn’t shed many tears, but that she loved enough to let go.
I had been planning to call and check on Lynne when I received a phone call from the director of Traverse City Opera House. I was going to work the Shirley Jones show. The director apologized about a mistake that had been made. It seems that a member of the board of directors had given away the position she reserved for me to another. It was okay. It would have been fun and a good resume entry. But I understood. Sometime things just happen. When they do, it is usually a for a good reason. In compensation, the director offered me a free ticket. I thought it was amazing and accepted.

A short while later, I called Lynne to see how she was doing. She was putting up a good front, but her heart was crying. I mentioned how I was going to the Shirley Jones show. Her reaction helped me understand why the director called when she did. Shirley Jones was someone special to Lynne and her now deceased father. During his life, they had loved her music and her movies. It was their special time together. Since his death, whenever Lynne needed comfort Shirley Jones would suddenly appeared either on the radio or on TV; it was her father’s way of telling her that he loved her and to reassure that her that he hadn’t gone far. I asked her to go with me. She politely refused, saying she really couldn’t afford the tickets. The Divine had blessed me with a little more income that month. So I lied to her and told her that it was a comp ticket--it wasn’t much of a lie. I did have one comp ticket; I just gave it to her and bought mine.

The show was magnificent. Shirley Jones must have a portrait doing her aging because she doesn’t look much older than 50, even though she claims to be much older. I think we should check her license. During the show, Lynne was reduced to tears more than once. When she sang “Memories” from Cats, I joined her. Shirley talked not only about her career but her life and loves as well. The weird thing was that after she started talking about her late husband, I kept smelling French Toast and seeing a bouquet of white roses along with one right--such a magnificent lady deserves white rose and one red for passion. But as wonderful as the show was, Shirley was even more so afterwards. She came out to sign autographs and talk to the audience. She took a few moments with anyone who came up to the table whether or not they bought anything. She was beyond gracious-even to rude people like me who to flash pictures without asking. I nudged Lynne to the front of the line. I went first. She was very nice and autographed my program--it’s in my brag book next to Katherine Hepburn’s. Lynne was next. Shirley took the time to not only listen but to pose for picture. These were authorized. Lynne was over the moon. Just meeting Shirley gave Lynne renewed strength and went a long way to heal her heart. Shirley Jones may never know what a major miracle she was in one woman’s life, but she was.

This isn’t to make myself look good, but a way of saying that when we have the courage to have faith and believe in miracles that they are created around and through us. However, the Divine doesn’t have to part the Red Sea, make the sun dance, or make summer flowers grow through the snow in the dead of winter be a miracle. Sometimes an evening listing to a delightful singer is more spectacular. My part was no bigger or lesser than the theatre’s director or the website that bought one of my articles. We all played our part to create a miracle at the Traverse City Opera House--we became the means through which Lynne’s father to reassure her. When we love unconditionally with courage, we help create the blessings of healing and new beginnings not only for ourselves but also others.



" Instant Karma is going to get you."
                                       John Lennon
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