Denice Garrou's Blog - Posts Tagged "spells"
New Friends on Goodreads
Okay, so let me say I am more of a right brained thinker, living in the world of ever changing color and glimpses of magic that could be.
This Facebook and Goodreads stuff is way out of my league. I find myself fumbling around and apologizing under my breath for all the wrong doings I think I might be doing and trespasses I might be making.
I am a one on one person. I love intellectual conversations as long as they include horses, magic,spells,gypsies, fantasy...well as long as they are on subjects of my choosing...I don't have much time to listen to things that no longer serve or interest me..I sound like a snob...but actually it's the old soul speaking out.
I would like to thank all who have registered for a copy of my long awaited book! And I look forward to conversing with the winners or anyone who has read my book for that matter. I did not think it was appropriate to just try and friend all of you like on FB, since I know none of you...yet.
I would like to friend request all of you who have registered for my giveaway and this in a invitation to--friend me!
There are some of you who have already read my book and have told me they are as inept at this Goodreads and FB challenge as I, and want to "pick my brain". If you cannot reach me here or on FB, remember my website www.denicegarrou-dragonhorse.com. You can always reach me there.
I anxiously await chatting with all of you! And, good luck!
Denice
Oh, we just got another 15 inches of snow in the Colorado Rockies, my poor little mare is trying to spot me through my office window...she is sending me messages to come out and play. I will dress up like the little boy on the Campbells Chicken Soup commercial and go feed her some carrots.
This Facebook and Goodreads stuff is way out of my league. I find myself fumbling around and apologizing under my breath for all the wrong doings I think I might be doing and trespasses I might be making.
I am a one on one person. I love intellectual conversations as long as they include horses, magic,spells,gypsies, fantasy...well as long as they are on subjects of my choosing...I don't have much time to listen to things that no longer serve or interest me..I sound like a snob...but actually it's the old soul speaking out.
I would like to thank all who have registered for a copy of my long awaited book! And I look forward to conversing with the winners or anyone who has read my book for that matter. I did not think it was appropriate to just try and friend all of you like on FB, since I know none of you...yet.
I would like to friend request all of you who have registered for my giveaway and this in a invitation to--friend me!
There are some of you who have already read my book and have told me they are as inept at this Goodreads and FB challenge as I, and want to "pick my brain". If you cannot reach me here or on FB, remember my website www.denicegarrou-dragonhorse.com. You can always reach me there.
I anxiously await chatting with all of you! And, good luck!
Denice
Oh, we just got another 15 inches of snow in the Colorado Rockies, my poor little mare is trying to spot me through my office window...she is sending me messages to come out and play. I will dress up like the little boy on the Campbells Chicken Soup commercial and go feed her some carrots.
Midsummers Eve is arriving!
They say write what you know...
I write fantasy and I KNOW fantasy because I studied, learned, live and love it. It is not that I haven't ever grown up...it is that I have never lost that connection to what we had as a child, before ADULT LIFE intervened.
Since Midsummers Eve is approaching, I thought I might tell you about one of my circle celebrations about 6 years ago. It was my turn to do the ceremony and I decided to write a "journey" and take everyone in our coven to meet each elemental of the 4 directions. The Sylph in the East, the Salamander in the South, the Undine in the West, and the Gnome in the North. For those of you who don't already know; Midsummers Eve is when the veil between the worlds of man and fae are the thinnest.
I had a perfect spot to hold the celebration...it was a hidden valley in the center of my land. Ancient, towering pines stood watch in a perfect circle around my "circle". I collected antique jars and put a tea light in each one and hung them in the surrounding trees to light the way for the fae folk I wished to invite.
Everyone arrived and we proceeded to the sacred spot and did our usual circle casting etc. Everyone had settled in and I lead them in the journey to reconnect with the fae or faerie folk. The journey was going well in the still of the night, lit only by my many lanterns twinkling sweetly. But suddenly something changed, it was the air around us. It became alive and electric and produced a very intimidating humming sound or what we all described later as a buzzing or flapping of many, many tiny wings! WE ALL heard it! Now mind you, the circle was full of seasoned witches, unafraid with a tough ass mind set...so we thought.
As the buzzing noise got closer and became louder I could feel the energy of the circle change to panic! Some tough witches we were! lol! Since I was the priestess of the night it was up to me to change the energy and I quickly reminded everyone that we were in a protected circle and nothing could get in. With that, the noise subsided, WITH a few sighs of relief I might add.
Was it the fae folk that had come according to our bidding? I say "Just Believe". And remember, when dealing with the other dimensions, please take the necessary precautions and KNOW what you are doing.
I write fantasy and I KNOW fantasy because I studied, learned, live and love it. It is not that I haven't ever grown up...it is that I have never lost that connection to what we had as a child, before ADULT LIFE intervened.
Since Midsummers Eve is approaching, I thought I might tell you about one of my circle celebrations about 6 years ago. It was my turn to do the ceremony and I decided to write a "journey" and take everyone in our coven to meet each elemental of the 4 directions. The Sylph in the East, the Salamander in the South, the Undine in the West, and the Gnome in the North. For those of you who don't already know; Midsummers Eve is when the veil between the worlds of man and fae are the thinnest.
I had a perfect spot to hold the celebration...it was a hidden valley in the center of my land. Ancient, towering pines stood watch in a perfect circle around my "circle". I collected antique jars and put a tea light in each one and hung them in the surrounding trees to light the way for the fae folk I wished to invite.
Everyone arrived and we proceeded to the sacred spot and did our usual circle casting etc. Everyone had settled in and I lead them in the journey to reconnect with the fae or faerie folk. The journey was going well in the still of the night, lit only by my many lanterns twinkling sweetly. But suddenly something changed, it was the air around us. It became alive and electric and produced a very intimidating humming sound or what we all described later as a buzzing or flapping of many, many tiny wings! WE ALL heard it! Now mind you, the circle was full of seasoned witches, unafraid with a tough ass mind set...so we thought.
As the buzzing noise got closer and became louder I could feel the energy of the circle change to panic! Some tough witches we were! lol! Since I was the priestess of the night it was up to me to change the energy and I quickly reminded everyone that we were in a protected circle and nothing could get in. With that, the noise subsided, WITH a few sighs of relief I might add.
Was it the fae folk that had come according to our bidding? I say "Just Believe". And remember, when dealing with the other dimensions, please take the necessary precautions and KNOW what you are doing.
Preface to Dragonhorse
For those of you who have not ventured to my website www.denicegarrou-dragonhorse.com or read my book yet.
I thought you might be interested in reading the preface to the book...
When the student is ready, the teacher will come.
Let me begin by giving a definition of magic. Putting it simply, it is the power of influencing the course of events by using natural, mysterious, or supernatural forces.
Beware to those called to the path of magic for you will be tested beyond your limits. The path to Earthkeeper, shaman, healer, wizard, or witch—whatever you choose to call it—is not an easy path…and is for those true and pure of heart; for possessing such power can be subject to misuse if it falls into the wrong hands. The White Wizard is symbolic of the true and pure heart, so if one shows up in your dreams, he is telling you that you are on the correct path. Heed his words wisely…
From a very small child, I wanted to be a healer and knew there was something special I needed to do. It was a nagging feeling deep within I could not suppress no matter how hard I tried, and still to this day it has not gone away. As I became older, I could no longer ignore the calling and set myself upon the path of healer. I remember someone saying on the first day of my first metaphysical class, “Hold on, you’re in for one heck of a bumpy ride!” Little did I know how profound that statement would be.
But for me, as with most women young and old alike, I had to reclaim my power in order to walk successfully upon this path. What I mean by this is, I had to find my voice and speak my truth no matter how it or whom it affected. I had to jump out of the proverbial “box” and walk to the beat of my own drum. It was time to feed my own soul and not feel guilty about it. Though I tried to leave this path many a time, I soon realized I could not ignore who I was and the path I was to lead.
So the last fifteen years I hungrily absorbed everything I could learn about earth-based religions, herbology, animal communication, crystal and energy healing, and more.
I have always had a special way with horses and have always been an advocate for their humane treatment. After graduating from Reiki Level One, I found my first and greatest teacher in the middle of a pasture dying from cancer. Little did I know what I had signed up for, because he tested me to the end and back…literally! This began my journey into true Shamanism and the tests one will have to endure.
With these tests I rescued two more very sick horses and a wolf dog. In turn they have taught me as much as my heart could stand, with the toughest lesson of all being the lesson of death. Since the horse teaches us of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, a good apprentice must conquer and accept this cycle…as sure as the sun rises, sets, and rises again each new day.
Yet, I must also mention the dragon, a very big symbolic part of the story. Yes, the dragons, such misunderstood beings having gone from our third-dimensional plane many millennia ago only to be found in your dreams and journeying. They are very similar to the horse, more similar than you would have guessed, teaching us about death and resurrection. But importantly, they are the keepers of the Forgotten Knowledge and wait for seekers pure of heart to come and claim this knowledge.
These lessons of reclaiming your power, to life, death, rebirth, and resurrection, are the foundation of this story, which all of us have faced and will face within each lifetime.
And so, hidden within rich symbolism and wrapped in words of fantasy, I have written our journey—the fervent wish of my teachers. We tell this story in hopes of setting you upon the right path—interestingly enough, called Tacho Drom by the Gypsy, who is also a large symbolic part of the story.
So before you venture into these carefully written words, let us, the horse and dragon, the wizard and witch, the Gypsy and Fae, leave you with one important, yet the simplest secret to all true and successful seekers of magic: Reconnect to the realms of nature, learn their Creede, and all else will follow.
I thought you might be interested in reading the preface to the book...
When the student is ready, the teacher will come.
Let me begin by giving a definition of magic. Putting it simply, it is the power of influencing the course of events by using natural, mysterious, or supernatural forces.
Beware to those called to the path of magic for you will be tested beyond your limits. The path to Earthkeeper, shaman, healer, wizard, or witch—whatever you choose to call it—is not an easy path…and is for those true and pure of heart; for possessing such power can be subject to misuse if it falls into the wrong hands. The White Wizard is symbolic of the true and pure heart, so if one shows up in your dreams, he is telling you that you are on the correct path. Heed his words wisely…
From a very small child, I wanted to be a healer and knew there was something special I needed to do. It was a nagging feeling deep within I could not suppress no matter how hard I tried, and still to this day it has not gone away. As I became older, I could no longer ignore the calling and set myself upon the path of healer. I remember someone saying on the first day of my first metaphysical class, “Hold on, you’re in for one heck of a bumpy ride!” Little did I know how profound that statement would be.
But for me, as with most women young and old alike, I had to reclaim my power in order to walk successfully upon this path. What I mean by this is, I had to find my voice and speak my truth no matter how it or whom it affected. I had to jump out of the proverbial “box” and walk to the beat of my own drum. It was time to feed my own soul and not feel guilty about it. Though I tried to leave this path many a time, I soon realized I could not ignore who I was and the path I was to lead.
So the last fifteen years I hungrily absorbed everything I could learn about earth-based religions, herbology, animal communication, crystal and energy healing, and more.
I have always had a special way with horses and have always been an advocate for their humane treatment. After graduating from Reiki Level One, I found my first and greatest teacher in the middle of a pasture dying from cancer. Little did I know what I had signed up for, because he tested me to the end and back…literally! This began my journey into true Shamanism and the tests one will have to endure.
With these tests I rescued two more very sick horses and a wolf dog. In turn they have taught me as much as my heart could stand, with the toughest lesson of all being the lesson of death. Since the horse teaches us of the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, a good apprentice must conquer and accept this cycle…as sure as the sun rises, sets, and rises again each new day.
Yet, I must also mention the dragon, a very big symbolic part of the story. Yes, the dragons, such misunderstood beings having gone from our third-dimensional plane many millennia ago only to be found in your dreams and journeying. They are very similar to the horse, more similar than you would have guessed, teaching us about death and resurrection. But importantly, they are the keepers of the Forgotten Knowledge and wait for seekers pure of heart to come and claim this knowledge.
These lessons of reclaiming your power, to life, death, rebirth, and resurrection, are the foundation of this story, which all of us have faced and will face within each lifetime.
And so, hidden within rich symbolism and wrapped in words of fantasy, I have written our journey—the fervent wish of my teachers. We tell this story in hopes of setting you upon the right path—interestingly enough, called Tacho Drom by the Gypsy, who is also a large symbolic part of the story.
So before you venture into these carefully written words, let us, the horse and dragon, the wizard and witch, the Gypsy and Fae, leave you with one important, yet the simplest secret to all true and successful seekers of magic: Reconnect to the realms of nature, learn their Creede, and all else will follow.
