Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Accessing Inner Guidance - Anyone Can!

The Echo World columnist Frank DeMarco will be teaching and instructing ways to improve accessing your inner guidance in a free lecture followed by lunch and a $45 lunch and workshop at Bridge Between the Worlds, Keswick, Virginia: Saturday November 17th from 10 to 5.
Author Frank DeMarco
Accessing Inner Guidance
With Frank DeMarco
Do you ever wish you were psychic? Ever wish you could access extra-sensory sources of guidance?
Well, you are psychic, and you do have extra-sensory sources of guidance. Everyone is born psychic. We all come complete with inner guidance. It’s just a matter of learning to connect with it consciously, instead of accidentally and perhaps unknowingly.
Connecting is a skill that can be learned quickly and easily. Frank DeMarco, an experienced communicator, will show you how. In a free two-hour lecture and Q&A, he will make you experience a different way to see the world – to see your life – that removes the barriers to such communication.
Then, in the course of an afternoon workshop, he leads you do move from understanding to doing.
You learn how to:
* Recognize guidance when it comes in unexpected forms.
* Recognize and decode messages from guidance.
* Overcome bad habits that hamper communication.
* Deepen your conscious connection with your unconscious mind.
* Distinguish between accurate and inaccurate sources of information.
Learn to connect consciously, and use that connection surely, naturally, and easily in all areas of your life. Join Frank DeMarco for a two-hour lecture and Q&A (free), and an optional personalized three-hour workshop ($40).
Frank DeMarco was cofounder and Chief Editor of Hampton Roads Publishing Company. He is the author of thirteen books, including Muddy Tracks, The Sphere and the Hologram, and Babe in the Woods all centering on his own personal psychic explorations and discoveries.
Frank is regularly a guest instructor at The Monroe Institute and has authored and had published thirteen books. He is a great teacher and these events will wonderfully enhance any attendees life.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

We Traveled Far

We have traveled far to get here. Through womb, over oceans, flying through countless astral skies in the night, forging our dreams into reality. It’s been a long ride. So, we should honor ourselves for being here.

I met a man in Downtown Charlottesville not long ago, soon after coming back from an almost month-long trip to Sweden. Michael and I were on a Virginia tour with gorgeous Maureen J. St. Germain and had a couple of in-between hours to catch our breath. Michael took a nap in our van – which he has this otherworldly capacity to do at any time – and I wandered the streets, catching my breath my own way, by just landing in the middle of it all and watching what will come by. What came by was a man by the name of Sirius. He politely asked if he could sit down beside me on one of the outside chairs and I said yes. Turned out that Sirius had four bullet wounds on the inside of his left leg, and three on his right hip. At this moment in time he was homeless and was still waiting for his pension. We talked about war. Sirius was brave and strangely without bitterness. After a bit there wasn’t too much to say but the general, “But, you’re still here.” He turned to me and answered with a certain level of emphasis, “Yes, I’m still here.”

There we are. However far we traveled, however many war-wounds we have, we’re still here, and that is quite an accomplishment in itself. I ended up buying Sirius breakfast in the closest coffee shop. Not out of the goodness of my heart, mind you, but because he was a gift to me. It’s a curious thing, but through my life, whenever I’m tired and wonder where I am in life, someone, usually someone whose living on the streets, and is far worse off than I am, comes by and gives me perspective. I call them my personal gods. I hope you know that any homeless, battered person is most likely a god in disguise. So, treat them well.

And while you’re at it, treat your family, friends and anyone you meet kindly as well. You never know how long they will stick around, or exactly what they have endured to get here. At this moment in time, we’re all either very strong, or very lucky to have made it all the way to this Earth, in all her glory. We’re probably both. And we are all, oh-so-vulnerable. Nothing is to be taken for granted. And nothing is safe. If it was, it wouldn’t be life.

The Echo World celebrates late autumn with a low-key, but heart-felt November issue. Ellen Luksch writes about the difficult art of not making assumptions in her article “The Third Agreement,” LaQuinn writes about the art of smiling and yawning (in the right way). Majjsan Maria Kindgren writes about “The Sadness of Being a Pot Plant,” and our very own amazing medium Linnea Star writes about the spiritual essence of plants. In the Cuisine Section you get access to the most healthy, earthy recipes and health tips. But also, reflections on herbalism and requests from the Earth to communicate. We also have beautiful poems in the Poetry Section, and a quite interesting mix of reviews in our Review Section - among many other things.

We have traveled far to get here. Through womb, over oceans, flying through countless astral skies in the night, forging our dreams into reality. It’s been a long ride. The Echo World changes with the seasons but remains at its core the same. This time of year we’re earthy, we reflect and we’re thankful to be able to do what we do. We hope to do more, but we don’t stress. We remember to call our family instead of making grand plans. We’re here. That is a great feat. Thank you for reading. Honor yourself and your personal hero’s journey. Be kind. And most of all, allow the late autumn calmness to embrace itself around you like a blanket that smells of wet leaves, mushrooms and the very sweetness of life. Remember you are part of this Earth. Treat her well. Treat yourself well. Treat your fellow beings well. Make an autumn prayer. As you go, here’s one you can use if you wish (or use one of your own):

I thank you for being here. I thank myself for being here. I thank the Earth for allowing me to. It’s time to see the sacred in everything.

I wish you happy traveling on your upcoming adventures, and happy reading at this moment.

This editorial was first published in the November issue of The Echo World.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Writing or Seeping Stories

I promised Michael, and myself, that I would write the writing piece for this newsletter. Which is ironic, since I do not feel like writing, nor do I feel like cheer leading or even  think about writing. I have absolutely nothing to say, and nothing I want to put into words. As a matter of fact, all I want to do is to take things in. To reflect. To be still. To remember the stories I always loved best.

I'm looking at the leaves falling - dancing in the air, being done for the season, having just one more circling waltz before they lay themselves to rest. I'm listening to the soundtrack of Xena the Warrior Princess (which is surprisingly good.) I watch YouTube clips from Dr. Strange featuring the ancient one, and of my favorite scenes in The Lord of the Rings trilogy (Gandalf is stopping the Shadow demon by the bridge over and over, and then falling, as all wizards must fall into the abyss sooner or later.)

I don't want to write. I don't want to make something up. My head is filled with stories from the summer buzz. Filled with stories other than mine. I just want to watch the leaves fall, and remember the stories.

Sometimes "writing" is like that. We don't produce. We seep in the essence of story-telling, of our favorite tales, to find a place to start over. And we can remember what good story-telling is really about: the best, the worst, the corny, the flamboyant, whatever did strike our heart strings in a certain moment in time. What strikes our heart strings right now?

It's autumn and I want to watch the leaves fall. I want to seep in the stories I always loved, to listen, to watch and to remember whatever needs to be remembered. I've got a strong feeling some really neat writing is going to come out of this.

This text was first published in the October Newsletter Magic, Writing and Marketing. If you want to sign up - go to:

Photograph by Sofia Karin Axelsson

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

FREE audio download "Seven Archangels on a Wheel"

I hope you didn't miss the SEPTEMBER issue of The Echo World, featuring Maureen J. St. Germain on the cover. It can be found online for our world audience: Our columnist and practical mystic Maureen J. St. Germain is coming to Virginia in October. Read her story - p. 12 - These are the details of her visit:

 Maureen will be at: 
Alchemist Bookstore Richmond – Friday Oct 5th 7:00 PM - 9200 Stony Point Pkwy #158B, Richmond, VA 23235 / 804-320-9200

Bridge Between the Worlds – Saturday October 6th - 2395 Paddock Wood Rd, Keswick, VA 22947 / 434-293-9708

Oracle Institute Sunday October 7th - 88 Oracle Way, Independence, VA 24348 / 276 773-3308 /

Open Heart Yoga - Saturday Monday October 8th - 1215 Monticello Rd, Charlottesville, VA 22902 / 434-466-4388

Resonance Float & Sound – Tuesday Oct 9th 7:00 PM - 1312 Sycamore Square Midlothian, VA 23113 / 804-464-2668 / Resonance Float & Sound. In many of these locations she will be offering Akashic Records readings. So call to make an appointment.

Welcome to enter the Fifth Dimension.

FREE Download Gift of the month of October from Maureen is Seven Archangels on a Wheel. Find it HERE.

Keep Healing. Keep Evolving. Keep Loving.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

All The Little Things of Life

It's the small things. It's the autum breeze. It's the glorious things. Don't you see? It's life that is the magic. It is magic that creates life. Leave the market place for awhile. Leave the fuss. 

It's the small things. It's all the small things. A weave of life. A weave of magic to be touched.

Images: courtesy of Pixabay.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Trees – Taking the Friendship Overseas

When I moved from Sweden to USA, Virginia, trees, of all things, became my safety net and extended family. I moved for love, and though I was joyous to be with my love after two years of short term arrangements that included travels and tons of emails, as well as content to live in a beautiful spot out by the end of the road in a valley just at the foot of the Appalachian mountains, I was however, somewhat isolated.  My isolation was partially due to choice. I was finishing off my second book, and had gotten started on my third. It was a luxury to give myself time to delve totally into my writing. The isolation was also a result of practical implications. According to Immigration regulations I was not allowed to work for the first half a year. Neither did I know anybody in the area and even though met with grace and hospitality, there was not many people in the rural surroundings, apart from my husband, that I could relate to. Him supporting us both and being gone most of the day, I was left alone large parts of the day in a small cabin. A stranded witch at the end of the road in a strange land. Magic and nature, as so often, came to the rescue.

Trees have always been special to me, as to so many people. I have done the same amount of admiring them, enjoying their presence and "sitting under the tree and breathing in energy", as the next person. But in Virginia this connection took a deeper and more tangible form. With ticks and jiggers, snakes and spiders, and poison oak all around, I was hesitant to do my usual barefoot strolling and lean my body against the trunks. There was tall young trees surrounding the valley, and older giants stretching towards wilderness, and to relate to them I had to open up my deeper senses. It didn't take long until my relationship with them grew.

Arriving in autumn I went out on the porch stairs every morning with my coffee mug, and said my hellos to the day, the directions and the elements. Soon enough, I started to hear the trees greeting me back. With time I started to see faces in their branches. Not with my inner eye as might have been expected, but with my physical eyes: clear as day they showed themselves as persons created by branches and leaves, sometimes funny looking, sometimes stoic and sometimes serene. I also started to hear what they said. Not only the singing of the wind, but messages. Calming and comforting, urging me to write and telling me things that was about to happen. Things, as it turned out, that always came true. They also spoke of the landscape around me, thereby helping me to relate to everything new. They told me about their own nature, their souls, and how they lived their lives. The trees made me feel welcome to this new home of mine. They simply made it easier for me to adapt.

Perhaps my relationship with trees grew because I had to get to know these sentient beings all over again, through slightly different species, familiar and new at the same time. I have traveled a lot in my life, so it wasn't so much that I was unexposed to many kinds of Eco-systems. But traveling is another thing than moving somewhere. When you move to another place in the world what is alike becomes as enhanced as the differences. It is like interacting with a new culture. We're all humans here, but this is slightly unfamiliar. You're all trees, but this is a bit exotic to me.

I have always loved oaks. In Sweden we have the sturdy kind, with fat trunks: generous giants with housing for thousand of beings, old masters with secret interiors for owls to live, created to sit under and see summer days pass by. In Virginia there are an abundance of oak species, the spiky leaf ones being fascinating to me, and some oaks have leaves bigger than my head. My white birches was
nowhere to be seen. Everybody who has walked in a white birch groove during the moonlight know how they reflect the light in a manner that cleans your soul. So I missed them. But there was other tree magic to delve into. When I realized that the grand tulip trees growing close to the cabin where me and my husband lived - making the cabin appear almost to be a tree house hanging in invisible threads between them - was going to blossom with light green waxy flowers, infused by orange flames, I was beyond excitement.

As the months went by the faces of the trees changed. I have watched them over autumn – then they are rich and humorous, leaf covered smiles tilted my way. I have watched them over winter – with the leaves falling most trees go to sleep, catching me only in my own dreamworld. Instead the evergreens take over, it is their season. I have watched the trees in the valley through spring – sap rising and new life sprouting making them giddy, their faces often showing off as young and childish. When the tulip trees blossomed I literary saw the spirits of the trees dance. I gathered tulip tree branches and placed them in pots all over the porch to have the energy of the house guardians even closer. And during summer – that's when the trees sing.

The trees where I live in Virginia, has now become familiar. And even though I work and have made my way more into the human USA society, they still watch over me. Every morning I go out on the porch and greet them. They greet me back. Some of their botanical names I still don't know. Sometimes I miss my native fat trunked oaks, and slender white birches. But I am thankful to the trees around me. Just when I needed it the most they reached out and let me see their souls, they allowed me to hear them talk, they comforted me and told me things would work out. Things did work out just fine. The trees seem to always be right, rooted in reality, and hearing messages in the wind, unfettered by human limitations. Neither do we have to be. If you don't know where to start, if you feel lost in a strange land - begin a conversation with a tree. They will make you feel safe. They always know just what to say.

 This article was first published in the January issue of ECHO 2016, and subsequently in issue 90 of SageWoman
Photographs by Sofia Karin Axelsson

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Magic with Freja - Goddess of Love and War

In old Norse mythology, Freja is the goddess of love, war and magic. She is the master of sejd (or seidr) the artform of channeling powers for divination and prosperity. She knows how to protect what you love and cherish, and she can stand by your side when you need a strong ally. She is also the closest to the great Mother goddess you can come in Norse mythology, a personification of the Earth itself.

You can work with Freja for many things, but something that many of us need to work with every once in while is to bring in prosperity. Because Freja is a voice of the Earth, she wants all her children to have what they need: safety, food, shelter and comfort. Here follows an exercise that I wrote down many years ago, that truly do make you feel rich and safe. As in all magic work, if you do this exercise regularly, it can change how you think about yourself, about life, and thus, draw more of all those good things you want to you.

Visualization – To Draw Richness to You
Sit comfortably, with your legs a bit apart, feet steady on the ground, and a straight back. Put your hands in your lap with palms open towards the sky. Call on Freja and ask her to show you what it feels like to be prosperity. Breath deep and close your eyes. See with your inner eyes how your right palm contains a burning fire, and your left hand contains a spring of water that gently flows and falls to the Earth. Look with your inner eyes towards your heart chakra and see how it shines in a rich green color that stretches as far as you can imagine. Sit this way as long as you want: the fire is burning, the water is flowing, your heart chakra glowing in the grandest green. Know to the deep of your core that you have everything you need for survival and more. When you feel that you are done, thank Freja for all her gifts, and for her help to show you prosperity and richness. Also thank her for everything she will bring to you.

This visualization is an adaptation from my book about Nordic Goddesses that, so far, is only available in Swedish. A little note for the Swedish readers of this newsletter is that I will have some one-day courses in Sweden on 9-11 of September in the South of Sweden. One of them is about the goddess Freja. If you want to check out the details, go HERE.

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