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Time Travel

The past 16 years have bought all sorts of people into my life, and so many experiences I would never have had if I led an ordinary life.

So to celebrate I am going to do some time traveling over the next few days with stories and people I have met on the way.

I have recently reconnected with Alaina, who was with me back in the day in New Lynn, and she helped me establish Wyrdsisters in St Kevin’s arcade. She reminded of the time in the Delta Avenue shop that we had the most amazing evening for Beltane.

We had 100 candles burning in the shop window, and we had the best ritual ever, and the champagne was flowing, lots of good food. When suddenly we saw half a dozen people standing outside with their hands on my window (which I had just cleaned), Alaina and I went outside and here were these people praying. All with two hands on the window, and praying like there was no tomorrow.

Alaina and I thanked them very much for the good wishes, which of course was not their goal, and they spluttered and choked trying to tell us we were evil, wicked and the devil’s spawn (I don’t think my Mother considers herself the devil). It was such a delight. Here we all are in full celtic drag – cloaks, oak and swords, and the local born again’s in their anoraks and woolly jumpers. We thought it only right to give them blessings in return – now that they did not like, and left in rather a hurry.

Some of the things that happen in the life of an Esoteric Shopkeeper.

Monday Muse 7th December 2015

MONDAY MUSE
Good morning friends, neighbours, family, clients, enemies and anyone else who is happening to read this,
 
I am sitting in Pakuranga with the most divine dog Fry – he is sulking at the moment as everyone has gone on holiday and he is stuck with this pink haired woman who wants way too many cuddles and strokes! I am drinkin Dr Pepper cola – totally sugar… can’t help myself today, and yes I had coffee, and scotch fingers and it is one of those kinds of day. I don’t care…
Christmas is around the corner, my veritable nightmare, and I did have to have a daughter who adores Christmas and spent the weekend with the two children doing Santa Parades, letters to Santa, and making paper chains and Christmas trees. Thankfully I am now in Pakuranga in a house totally devoid of Christmas – sanity! Actually it was a great week out in the country.

I drove to Pakuranga with Tom Jones full blast on cd player, and at Te Irirangi drive the window washers were all out – I had my $2 because my screen is filthy and I welcomed the clean – the young man started grooving to Tom Jones and I got quite a show. What absolute fun! I handed over the $2, got a fabulous smile, and thank god he didn’t say happy Christmas.
Yes I know window washers are a pain to some of you – not to me, I don’t wash my screen you see, I keep forgetting and actually all of the ones I have met are polite – and if you smile – an extra scrub of the window is your reward. Smile…. Yes people SMILE. Last week I told you to put the BLOODY PHONE DOWN. Now this week DAMN WELL SMILE.
 
Yes it is hell out there, and yes I don’t have to sit in traffic, in the heat, avoiding idiots on the road; and no I don’t have to do late night shopping (I can go anytime) for food; and I already have the few Christmas presents that I wished to purchase. But, when I do drive out there, I let people in the lane, and I let people get out of driveways and I smile. Why? Because they are probably having a far crappier day than I am. I am probably heading off for coffee, maccers, cake or art supplies, or wool…. Or visiting someone nice. They are probably taking the Mother in Law to a dentist appointment, or Christmas Shopping, I don’t know which would be worse. But you see my point?
 
Oh and please blast music on the radio, I have realised I have stopped listening to music, it is something I could not stand during chemo daze (days). But a dear friend who has come back into my life gave me some CDs – Hot Chocolate, Tom Jones and Neil Diamond – perfect turn up loud and sing music. So today I am going to burn off a CD for the car with everything else that I love, and singing in the car is coming back into my life!
SMILE at the man making your coffee wearing the silly Santa Hat – the corporate coffee company said he had to, and now he has hat hair every day; and think about the woman in the department store who listens to the same Christmas Music all day – and her company said they had to start Christmas Music on November 26th. A whole month of Drummer Boy and Silent Night. SMILE at the harassed Mum in the supermarket who just wants to get her stuff and get out… but her child has other ideas. She needs a SMILE, and she needs to be told she is being a fabulous mother.
 
Yes, I am asking you to SMILE and give a COMPLIMENT. Do you remember what that is? We are so quick to criticise and give negative feedback. And yes, you have heard all this before, because I have written it all before, and other people have written it before. But I say this with extra fervour this year. And I ask you personally to commit to telling your children they are amazing (no matter what age they are); complimenting your partner; telling the coffee guy he makes the best coffee – of course he knows you are lying through your back teeth – but you said it, in front of others – you made his day!
And you say… who are you that you could ask us to personally commit? What sway do I have over you? Why on earth would you listen to an old tart who reads cards, has pink hair and is in love with Dr Who, and writes horoscope columns for a living? Well you don’t have to do anything I ask at all…
 
So why do I ask you to smile? Simple – there is enough crap in this world at the moment – the UK with a stabbing; USA multiple shootings (and good grief you would think by now that they have got the message – guns kill people); France, and Europe under siege. In New Zealand we have our own problems, of course we do. But we live in such a blessed country. Where I can smile at a gorgeous young man washing my windscreen in total safety; where I can walk around my neighbourhood with not a care in the world; where if I have only a few dollars in my purse I can buy a loaf of bread; butter, milk, tomatoes, cheese and avocado and still have change out of $20.00!
 
We live in a country where when I got sick no expense was spared, I am alive because of this country’s health system, and sure there are flaws, and it wasn’t the most scenic route I could have taken… but here I am sitting here telling you to damn well SMILE. Bit of a miracle isn’t it? Something to SMILE about.
 
I ask you to SMILE because we live in a country that is supposed to be friendly, where strangers can greet each other in the street. Being out in Pokeno in the new community out there has shown me that it still exists. People know their neighbours, walk the dogs, keep an eye out for each other, pass the time of day. The girl in the ice cream shop knows that Salted Caramel is my favourite, and I have it in a milk shake container with a lid. And she knows I love hotdogs and chips for lunch when I am out there.
SMILE because if you smile your children or the children around you will smile; and that is a wonderful thing. To see children smile, and to hear them laugh. Teach your children to be generous this Christmas, to show them that this is a privilege life we live here in New Zealand; again yes there are flaws – and where there are people there will always be issues; but what if one person drops the ball; what say one person does not care or feed their children properly… in this country there should be hundreds of us standing in line to give that child what it needs. Not through social services, or charity (they do a fantastic job) but perhaps more simply by paying attention to the children around you, their friends. There are ways and means of helping children and their parents without being condescending or waving the big charity flag. A box of groceries on the doorstep; a supermarket voucher; a warm jacket; a pretty dress. Smile at the children around you, and see who smiles back. And the one that does not smile back, pay closer attention… bring a smile to that child’s face.
 
So I have gone around the houses and back, and it might all not make sense, and you might just all think ‘she is on her soap box again’ – well yes I am, I quite like my soap box, I might bring it out a bit more often.
SMILE at the old lady with pink hair singing along to ‘You sexy Thing’ – it could be me. And if you don’t smile at me then may you be cursed with never being able to find the perfect jeans to fit your bum; or the right length trousers; or the curse of the knicker elastic – now that is one curse you do not want to experience.
 
So I ask you to SMILE at least three times a day – more if you can manage it. I will settle for two. But if you do not smile at least twice, then it is the curse of the knicker elastic or the curse of the open fly zipper for you!
Love you long time…

Monday Muse Full Moon September

Monday Muse Fullish Moon September 2015
 
Monday Muse Fullish Moon 2015
 
Good morning moonbeams, sunbeams and assorted beams, plus the odd unicorn who is watching.
 
Well Full Moon… quite wonderful to be writing on a full moon, and writing randomly – Goddess know what will come out of my keyboard today. One apology, I did not get the Workbook for Full Moon finished, and rather than rush it, I will have it ready for November Full Moon. It has been a busy week finalizing different threads of my life. Some are still needing tying up, but for the most part I am now on my Adventure.
 
I am looking out at the hills, I hardly notice the roofs of the houses in front of me, my eye is drawn to the green and drawn to the sky. The sky is amazing out here. It goes on for miles and miles with clouds, and colour especially at sunset.
 
How do I feel having had one week on my adventure? Well I have rekindled my passion for the internet, that dream to be accessible in some shape or form to people, and to add to the world a down to earth spiritual alternative. I always wanted to people to see how simple all of this was.
 
So many times when I show someone the way they can take, or give clarity about spiritual stuff, people say ‘it cannot be that simple?’ Well yes it can. Life is very simple, being able to enrich it with magic, ritual and blessings makes it all the sweeter. I don’t care if you are not ‘spiritual’, there is still joy in lighting a candle and some incense; enjoying the light the candle casts, and inhaling the aroma of a sweet incense.
 
You don’t have to be spiritual in any shape or form to enjoy that pleasure. Yet in its own way it is a spiritual experience. It is ‘other wordly’
 
So you might work all day, have a boyfriend or partner, and along with that goes all the caring, sharing and compromise; and life is full. You feel the need to do something for yourself, but not sure what. You have tried the crystals, and yes rose quartz works for you, and you love your amethyst ring, but that does not seem to be a philosophy or something you can hang your hat on.
 
You may have been to Yoga, this is something I have tried, but certainly not my thing, even if I can do the pigeon thingy, yoga is not my spiritual shtick. So yoga is not your thing, although the eye candy is quite uplifting at times; so you went and did a shamanic weekend, these can be a little in depth for a first timer, and you probably came out with more questions than you went in with. Don’t get me wrong, these weekend workshops can be amazing, but make sure you do something from someone reputable, that knows their stuff – for instance I would recommend Rosanna from Aroha Healing, her weekends are brilliant; they are safe, instructive and satisfying.
 
But workshops may also take up time for you, and you have not got the time to scour the internet to see if Wicca, Ascended Masters, Druidry or anything else suits. Life kind of has a life of its own. And yet, in your soul there is a yearning to do something.
 
And that something can be simple.
 
And when you start doing something rather than looking for something to do you will be led to what is right.
 
So now you are going to ask ‘What can I do then?’
 
So here are 10 things to do:
 
1. Light a candle and/or incense. Do it when you can. Get into the habit of naming someone you love when lighting the candle and incense.
2. Create an altar – whether you are spiritual or not, whether you follow a pathway or not – everyone should have a sacred place. A window sill, a chest, a shelf. Put your treasures on the altar; your favourit necklace, a photo of ones you love, candles, incense, crystals, flowers, leaves. Anything and everything. It is your special place, and you will find you will change it according to your moods.
3. When you cook a meal, create it magically… even if it is beans on toast. Light a candle, and cook with intent – sit down at a table and eat – even if you are alone. Dedicate the meal to someone.
4. Plant a tree, in a pot, or in the forest. Name the tree for yourself. This is where your roots are, this represents growth, depth and abundance.
5. Do something for someone else every day. You probably do this already.
6. Do something for yourself every day.
7. Keep a daily journal. If you are too tired to write, or it is not your thing, then start a photographic diary, or online scrapbook diary – with the iphone and ipad these days it is easy to take a picture during the day and save it to your journal.
8. Be with children regularly. If you do not have children of your own –find some… play in the park, listen to their point of view on life, listen and join in their pure laughter and joy of the day.
9. Be with animals (if you like them) and enjoy their total sense of self.
10. And lastly…. Don’t try so hard to find it. In fact don’t try and find it at all, it will find you.
 
Well that went somewhere entirely different to what I expected, but there it is… have the most fabulous day people…
 
Blessings
 
Jackie Pope
 
ps. Those of you that remember my story The Red Leather Chaise. Well here is a surprise for you – I am putting it up under www.thewyrdsisters.com under the tab ‘Library’

Tarot Tuesday 18th August 2015

Monday Muse 15th June 2015

Monday Muse

Good morning – it’s long, rambling and bloody boring. I just cannot help myself sometimes.

I am often asked ‘what is it like to be a Druid?’, which is difficult to answer because I don’t really know what it is like to not be one; and the other question that has been asked lately is ‘what is it like to lose your breast?’. And that one I can answer. Then someone comes along and asks ‘What is it like to be a Druid, where your power is the Goddess and the feminine, and lose your breast, the symbol of that power?’. I have also been point blankly asked if I feel less of a female, and how has this affected my sexuality, my confidence and my perception of what life will be like in the future. One dear soul said she felt very sorry for me, because no man wants someone without a breast. I was shocked, not because of what she said, but the fact she was stupid enough to believe it, and had the bad manners to inflict her stupidity on me.

So let us go through this… as you can tell this might be a rather pithy, upsetting Monday Muse for some of you, it might be a bit graphic, and it might tell you more about me than you care to know!

So I have done a photo essay of what it is like to be a Druid for a Day. It is not a common day, but then no one day is common for me. Each day is deliciously different. The photographs are bad, because I don’t know how to work my ipad photothingy properly.

A day in my life could be – ‘to hell with the world, I am beading all day’. It could be up at 7 am to skype a client in Ireland, personal readings in the morning, email readings, checking up on facebook, writing Monday Muse on Monday, and Tuesday Tarot on Tuesday. Answer emails from people wanting appointments, wanting to know cost of appointments and can I please find their cat, wallet or knickers (this is true, a girl asked if I could tell her where she left her knickers because she was scared she left them in her lover’s bed – he is married, and it is the bed he shares with his wife). There layouts to explore and create, tarot decks to look at, keeping my knowledge base strong. Keeping up with technology and seeing where I can use it best to keep up with you all – and I think Youtube might be my next adventure on the internet although I am still looking at the radio show, but life has been a bit busy just lately, so that is on the shelf.

And I work from home, people seem to think that is rather fabulous. Yes it is, but I have a working day just like any of you. In fact probably longer. Ever since I started the business I have found myself working into the night. I tend to get drawn into something, and I have to take it through to the end before I go to bed – be that an article to read, or if I am working on the website. Yes, I update the website, I check it every day, as I check Facebook. So my day starts at 9am at my desk – that is what I aim for and rarely am I late to work (not even when I was doing chemo). I work until 12 and have lunch and then work until about 2.30 – since the C I have been having a nap in the afternoon – but don’t seem to need it so much these days. I then do something creative if I can, or finish up email readings, etc etc. I put lipstick on every day. If I don’t have lipstick on, look out, something is seriously wrong in my world…

So what is it like to lose my breast? And yes I know I said I was putting the big C behind me, and it is. But this question is asked so often I thought I would do a press release and then maybe that will stem the flow. Yes, I know people are being thoughtful and kind when they ask, and I appreciate that totally and utterly. I would never have gotten through this past 12 months without your fabulous support, each and every one of you. I think what most people really mean is what is it like to live without it… well the only really annoying thing is that I used to sleep on my right side, and now that is uncomfortable, but so is the left side. I don’t seem to be able to just lie on my side and sleep. That is annoying. I’ve tried stuffing pillows under my chest, everything… I am sure it will work out. Dresses and clothes don’t hang right, and although they give you a silicone prosthesis (mine is called Doris) it is not comfortable. It is bloody cold in winter, and now I have lost weight my fake boob is bigger than my other boob. I think though I am at the stage that if my clothes looking lopsided is my biggest worry, then life is pretty good. I do get phantom boob feelings, yes… that is odd. You know when your nipples get cold in the morning well I still feel both of them, even though one is not there.

So let’s get to the femininity thing – the whole question of being in a strong Goddess philosophy actually has been wonderful. It has sustained me and I feel no different having a breast or not having a breast when it comes to the spirituality, power and all that kind of stuff.

On a physical/emotional level do I feel less of a woman? No. Am I worried that a man will not want me or be attracted to me? No. In fact I feel in an odd way that having this altered body is a blessing in disguise. I have so much to do at the moment. I am recovering not only from the whole physical side but the financial side. I am too busy re-establishing my income and recovering financially. As some of you have read, I have had the odd romantic encounter, and it seems having a Tardis in my bedroom is far more scary for men than having one breast. I wonder if we place too much emphasis of having a partner in our lives? Spending all that time searching, going through the whole dating, being together, living with, and of course it is not just the man you are with it is his family, and all his baggage. And well quite honestly that scares me more than wondering how he will handle (pardon the pun) one breast? And also the fact that I have enough trouble looking after myself, and keeping myself out of mischief without having to consider someone else in my life! It just seems for me, right now, there are so many interesting things to do – I am right back into my conspiracy theory stuff – I love reading it all – and having chemo gave that gift back to me, because I lay in bed browsing the net with the wonderful excuse I was too damned tired to do anything! I have beads to design, and work to do…. If a man is concerned about how my body looks then of course he is not worth it. Interestingly one male acquaintance has said it would be a turn off for him if a woman he was with lost a breast (please note he is single at present… I wonder why?) and was very staunch about it. So I pointed out that his body was not perfect, and what about the hernia popping out of his chest (it is quite visible through the shirt where the buttons are hanging onto the button holes straining to stay done up), and a flat arse, oh and his ears would be a huge turn off (they are cauliflowers). He was not amused with what I had to say, and wandered off muttering something about feminazis… really mate?

The only thing that has affected my femininity is my hair. Now yes, that has been a very big issue for me. In fact I would go as far as to say that losing my hair was worse than losing my breast. There, I’ve said it in public… and it is the truth. I feel totally unfeminine with short hair. I am almost at the point that I can accept grey hair… because I know I can put wild colours through it… but oh, I wish it would grow longer, and straight. I have short, curly hair – I don’t feel feminine looking in the mirror. So there you go. If they can make it so you don’t lose your hair during chemo then I would be quite happy. I am sure they should be able to do this, they can put men on the moon, and drones in the sky – and they can’t adjust the mix so we don’t lose our hair? I don’t believe it for an instant.

There you go. I am a one breasted, gray short haired female druid. Always been a female, always will be; always been a druid, always will be. I can grow and colour my hair – so that is fixable. I forget I have only one breast. It is quite normal to put my knitted knocker into my bra (so much warmer than Doris), pat it into place, and off I go.

I really don’t understand all of the hoopla around losing a breast, and the cult of the pink ribbon that has grown up around it. I am not saying it is not a good cause, it is; but it seems to me losing a breast or two stays with some women, it becomes their battle cry, and it becomes something that defines them. And that is perfectly valid – absolutely. But for me there are so many other women with ailments and conditions just as devastating, if not more so. I met women in hospital who made me feel fortunate that I was just losing a breast! For some of them their lives were going to affected forever, colostomy bags, tubes, infertility, scarring… the list goes on. For me every woman should have support no matter the diagnosis, now that would be a cause worth being a part of.

Now its the finale of Game of Thrones today, I need icecream, chips, dip and supplies. I have heard that eating chips and dip once a week can help you regrow a breast… I shall get on to exploring that theory right away.