More Magical Moments

Moments in the Flow…While Neptune Stations for its Retrograde

Susan Seddon Boulet

Hello again,

Well, it’s a holiday weekend in the USA and I’ve already given you an astrology post with some food for thought about the Lunar Nodes and Evolution. And I will be giving you more with the Moondays Report on Sunday.

Today I am indulging in some memories about the past and thought about a time I was getting over a major remediation to my condo in Florida. There is a necessary background story to the Magical Moment. But I will sum it up with a few sentences.

The Saga: A woman on the 4^th floor above me was away when a pipe broke and my 2^nd floor condo had water pouring down from my master bathroom ceiling. Months later, I discovered the emergency remediation had not done the trick, and there was mold. Back then, the insurance companies still paid for this and a week of rent in a motel.

I was out of my home for 5 weeks or so while they replaced bathroom ceiling, walls, tile, and the carpet through the bedroom to the living room. Then there was the redecorating period. When all of this was over, I went back to live there.

What I chose was beautiful and I was very happy with that. And my good fortune included the fact that as an Aromatherapist, I was diffusing essential oils and using them every day during the time I didn’t know the mold was forming. My chiropractor said it saved me from getting ill. And I knew I was coming back into an immaculate condo now.

But I spent my first day and night there feeling strange. The week went by and my feelings were the same. And the box I packed with the crystals that had looked so beautiful on the glass shelves in front of the mirror-backed wall of the built-in bar still sat unopened on the dining table.

Saga ends. Magic begins.

My Native American teacher is a high level intuitive. He called to see how I was, and I told him how I was feeling. He said he needed to do a Pipe Ceremony for me and that he would be there the next day.

He arrived with his tools for this ceremony, and we went into the living room The walls and new carpet were a soothing, soft shade of pinkish/beige. He told me to sit on the couch, and he sat on a blanket on the carpet in front of me. He put the shell used to smudge down on the blanket and piled in some sage and the Latin American resin, copal. He said a prayer and lit the contents. The smoke started rising and spreading.

In it I noticed some thin short black pieces that were residue of the copal. He told me it would go everywhere and that I would even find it in the tub in the guest bathroom.

The little black strands were landing on me, my couch, and everywhere. I started to get a little concerned about this pale carpet. I asked him if I would be allowed to clean these black pieces up when the ceremony was done and he said yes, which made me feel a bit better.

We sat quietly while the smoke subsided. I looked at the bright white T-shirt he had on. “Nothing fell on your t-shirt,” I said. Anything would have been so visible there.

“It’s your ceremony,” he replied.

When he had his pipe ready, we stood in the living room. “Don’t sing with me,” he warned. “Not for this ceremony.” Because I knew most of the songs, and loved them, I would have started singing if he hadn’t said this. “Just stay quiet and turn when I do for the directions.”

Not my teacher’s pipe.

He sang while he lit the Pipe and then started, facing West. He took a puff and sang, said a prayer and turned to the North. He repeated this praying and singing, but while I was standing, eyes, closed, facing North I felt myself come back into my home.

He completed the next two directions and closed with a thank you song. He told me to go sit on the patio and he’d come out when he was ready and I could talk with him.

When I told him I felt myself come back when we were facing North, he said “That’s when your spirit helpers came back in. You weren’t the only one to leave for this remediation.”

The next morning after breakfast, without thinking about it, I opened the box of crystals and put them back where they had been.

I already knew I would be leaving Florida. Four years later, I moved up to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. A month or so after I moved to this home, he and his wife came to visit. I watched him walk around the living room, tweak the position of a crystal or two, and then he told me the nature spirits were just starting to come in, and I’d feel a difference when they were here.

I had already done a smudge ceremony and disposed of the ashes in the woods behind my back yard. I hadn’t mentioned this to him, but he said, there’s an ancient native man who lives in your back yard. He knows you do ceremony and he’s very curious about you. It’s good energy.

Knowing this connected me to the fact that I was now living on Cherokee farmland, and I learned to treat this with respect. At that point, I still didn’t know I had relatives from my mother’s side that lived right here in this area for centuries. They also had a farm and some slaves.

When I learned this, I felt I was the one who had to clear this negative karma from the family line. I hoped for a way to do this.

Not long after I heard about a gathering that would take place at Stone Mountain Park in Georgia. On that day I was able to remotely participate in a special event that was a prayer ceremony led by Native Americans and some Black leaders to heal the energy of the ‘removal’ of the Cherokees and the owning of Slaves.

I felt complete with this. However, I have since learned that this mountain was a confederate stronghold and that in 2020, the Klan resurrected there. This could be an expected result of the shift that took place after the election in 2016. I still feel the release of my lineage from the past. This reappearance is a new era that concerns only those who are alive now.

For those who live in the US, I hope you have a happy, safe Fourth of July celebration. And I hope you will remember the roots and the Native Americans that were here before us and are now able to come forward with their medicine ways.

After writing this, I feel I will honor that with a prayer ceremony for our Nation and the healing that could take place.

See you next time!