I, Valkyrie

I watched Conan the Barbarian last night before I went to bed. Conan the Barbarian is a movie based on the sword and sorcery stories of Robert E. Howard. There is magic in that saga, for after I watched the saga, I dreamt an "another story" hinted to at the end of the movie as to how a "Conan"-figure became king by his own hand ("but that is another story").

The gist of my dream. It was a very cosmic-feeling, symbolic and archetypal dream.

At some point in the past, my true identity hidden, I had become pregnant with the prince's (the Conan figure) child. It was otherworldly how it happened, and I really can't explain how, as soul mates, this had been accomplished, but nevertheless, I was pregnant with the king-heir-apparent's child and he didn't know it was me who he had lain with (although I knew it was me who had lain with the king to be).

Actually, neither he, nor anyone in the kingdom, the king included, knew it would be me who was mother to this star child of the Cosmos. They all thought it was someone else, someone with a known pedigree. I had no known pedigree to anyone's knowledge - my pedigree was hidden, like was Seigfried's (as he was fostered by a dwarf blacksmith after the death of his father). The royal family had waited a long time for "Conan" to father a child, for this person who had been chosen for him had been barren for long years.

Finally it was signaled in the stars that now a child had been conceived (of "Conan's line) who would make "Conan" king (as Conan could only inherit his father's throne and become king after he fathered a child). Everyone thought it was this other woman who had finally conceived. But it was not, it was me. I knew it.

Just as the Cosmos had revealed the conception, so too did the Cosmos compel that which played out next. Just as was "Conan", I was lifted into the Cosmos to meet "Conan" - we were to fight one another in hand to hand combat. As I ascended, I was transformed into a shining Valkyrie, with a shining sword and shining winged helmet (just as was the woman in the movie). I was to fight my match, "Conan". Only after battling one another to stalemate, would our union be sealed. As I was ascending, I knew everyone else expected this other woman to meet "Conan" on the Cosmic field of battle, but they were all going to be shocked (as would be "Conan") when I arrived.

I woke up.

Interestingly, a few days ago (July 10 to be exact) before I watched this move, I created a new oil for my witchcraft shop called STAR CHILD.What an awesome precognitive synthcronicity!

Willed Fire Synchronicity

Kenaz Rune

In follow-up to my previous posts (Royal Hamingja and Fire Dragon Synchronicity), tonight's rune drawing is Kenaz (a perfect follow-up to last night's Fehu rune drawing, my dream of two fiery flights - the second fire flight being one I willed into being, and the Up Helly Aa fire festival synchronicity).

On Kenaz, Edred Thorsson writes (in Futhark):

Ritually, Kenaz ,,, is fire controlled toward a willed result.

Just like in my dream. It's amazing just how incredibly in sync my runes are with my life.

Fire Dragon Synchronicity

An awesome synchronicity with my dream (and previous post) just posted 10 minutes ago on my Facebook newsfeed - read article and watch the Up Helly Aa festival video here - Fire festival celebrates Norse heritage of Shetland in Viking style

The Dragon Slayer

In follow-up to my previous post, I just learned that today is the Day of Remembrance for Sigurd the Dragon Slayer of Northern Tradition. This is an interesting synchronicity with my Naudh dream last night.

Michael Kelly writes in Aegishjalmur, the Book of Dragon Runes that:

the slaying of the Dragon is indicative of the victory of consciousness over non-consciousness in the individual.

He also writes that the act of consuming the Dragon's blood (as I consumed the orange juice in my dragon dream) indicates that this drinking is:

an act of affirmation that the hero and the Dragon are linked by blood: they are kin. In other words, the Initiate takes conscious control of his life and establishes his own Will in the place of sovereignty, but he accepts that the Beast he has conquered as a valid and necessary part of himself.

I was wondering what the heck the drinking of the orange juice had to do with anything in the dream. Now I have an association.

The Nature of the Dragon

In follow-up to my previous post, I've just encountered another synchronicity with my friend as mentioned in that post.

A few minutes ago, I picked up one of my new books, Aegishjalmur, the Book of Dragon Runes by Michael Kelly, to begin reading it. Just glancing through it, I came across this:

We will begin dealing with the full initiatory symbolism of the Sigurd / Fafnir myth in the next chapter, taking it to its culmination. But first, it is appropriate to investigate the nature of the Dragon and its attributes a little more closely.

I stopped right there, struck by this. Now, I haven't read anything else in this book yet, but it certainly is another synchronicity in my life that I must record. The most recent dream I've shared has a dragon in it - only the dragon in my dream appeared as a beautiful unicorn-like white horse. This must be the nature of my Dragon. My dragon reminds me of Sleipnir.

Of course, I certainly do remember when my dragon was indeed a fire-breathing blood-curdling wonder, and I imagine many people who have known me for a long time can also remember when it was.

Forspá and Eftirryni

In follow-up to my previous post in which I quote Alice Ogilvie's article on weather magic:

One type of divination is also at work here, the forspá, as supposed to the discovery of hidden knowledge (eftirryni).

Google Translate translates the Norwegian word forspá as bias. Interestingly, another synchronicity of this word with recent events comes to light through this translation. Earlier today, an Etsy and Facebook friend of mine brought up the idea of bias in divination as we chatted through Facebook (she indicated that she wouldn't do divination readings for herself due to her own bias, while I indicated I would never trust the divinations of others for me because all divinations go through the personal lens of the diviner and I only trust for myself readings I do myself).

I'm happy to discover that my Jotun dream divination can be associated with the Icelandic word eftirryni (uncovering hidden knowledge) as opposed to the Norwegian word forspá (biased knowledge).

The Jotun Divination

Interesting. Astrid Ogilvie (Weather and Witchcraft in the Sagas of Icelanders) writes:

There are many accounts of magic spells inflicted through the act of speaking, including chants, libels and insulting phrases (söngvar, ákvæði, áhrinsorð, níð, and fordæðuskapur).  The words of some speakers are charged with a particular power, as in the words of Þorbjörg aided by the Varðlokur recited by Guðríður in Eiríks saga rauða. One type of divination is also at work here, the forspá, as supposed to the discovery of hidden knowledge (eftirryni).

She further writes:

However, witches’ storms could sometimes be ameliorated by equally powerful counter spells.

and:

In the case of Ósvífur and his companions, they are given what might be termed a magical weather warning; but the warning is heeded, and no one suffers serious injury or death. The incident involving weather magic in Laxdæla saga has more serious consequences, however.

I am thinking that this is connected to my dream of the Jotun who did alot of smashing (in which I shared the warning of some event that I could not prevent in the dream) and the recent EF5 tornado in Oklahoma. I'm pretty sure my Jotun dream was meant to communicate hidden information to me.

I didn't conjure up the tornado.

Fornekja & Weather Magic

Wow. In follow-up to my previous post, I'm reading the article where I found the spelling forneskja used to describe the witchcraft I called fornekja (as does Edred Thorsson). The article is about weather magic. A synchronicity with events strikes me about this because of the recent EF5 tornado in Oklahoma (which has been referred to in news reports as causing the worst tornado damage in the history of the world) comes in proximity to my investigations into fornekja and self-initiation into the runic mysteries apart from being thrown off the Rune Gild forums for no good reason as far as I'm concerned.

I'm sure I didn't conjure up that tornado.

The Secret Circle - 6 Hereditary Lines of Fornekja

The Secret Circle - A Circle of 6 Hereditary Lines

In follow-up to my previous few posts, I note that the tv show I watched last night was one in a series called The Secret Circle. Though about a group of teenage witches, it indeed contains alot of interesting information about some form of witchcraft - particularly, some form of witchcraft intimately connected to who I am.

In this series called The Secret Circle, the idea featured significantly in the plot is that a complete circle consists of 6 witches (from 6 hereditary family lines of witchcraft). Interestingly, my secret circle, my birth rune (my ancestral inheritance), consists of 6 lines which complete the circle (othala)! These are the 6 hereditary lines of witchcraft, the natural witchcraft of my ancestors called Fornekja.

Beyond the Boundaries of the Universe - The Master Game - Able

Hagalaz - Beyond the Boundaries of the Universe

In follow-up to my previous post, after falling asleep early this morning, I dreamt. Though many of the details have faded, this is what I jotted down about the ending of the dream:

I was in a house with many rooms, being "chased" (of sorts) from room to room as I was trying to avoid being poisoned by someone on the outside. The person (or persons had some kind of paternal grandfather connection) and at one point, slipped worms into the carpet of the dining room through sliding glass patio doors. I saw what he did and didn't step into that room to be infected by the worms. Instead, I went into the living room and walked toward the front door which was locked.

The grandfatherly poisoner was coming toward the front door, but I "busted out" through the front door into an entirely new larger building of rooms, leaving him behind outside the little house. There were others and other families in this larger building also going room to room, being "chased" (sort of, but not in an aggressively dangerous sort of way).

A dragon (which actually looked like a beautiful white horse or unicorn) from outside one window in one room "came into" the room through the (paneless) window with us. Many were afraid, but someone said the dragon was not dangerous. It came up to me as I faced it and just looked at me, then it went back to its place outside the window. I felt it's evaluation and approval of me. I felt stamped with a seal of approval by it through its gaze.

We all came to the final room. Outside the big paneless picture window was a great dark void. We were standing at the boundaries of the Universe. Outside the window, the dark space was a charged magical void (ginnungagap). Directly in front of us but outside the paneless window, was a sort of "desk island" or station that was "tethered" to the room structure in which we were standing - this station was the last possible place to go to see and yet still be able to return to the current structure. I had the feeling that going beyond that, by jumping into the magical void, one would either "dissolve" one's individual consciousness or remain whole of individual consciousness for a new incarnation.

Some were afraid, and wanted to "just see" what would happen if someone was pushed out the window. Someone pushed out an older woman and she fell into the magical void. We couldn't see what happened to her. The only way to find out, was to go out the picture window oneself.

We were all waiting for our medical test results to see if it would be safe to go outside into the magical void, either to the tethered station or to jump into it completely. A medical worker came into the room with everyone's tests results. I was handed mine. On the front of the envelope was my name - Lori Lappin.

I opened it. Being a medical professional myself, I noticed that some of my results were beyond the bounds of "normal" range. As I was looking at my results, the medical professional who had delivered my results watched me and spoke to me as I was mentally noting the values of mine which were beyond the bounds of normal - she said my results were "very good," dispelling any idea that these "not normal" values might be a bad thing. In fact, my results were very good because of the values which were beyond the range of "normal."

I had been a single person not part of the nuclear families in the room with me, but I then became aware of my mate (fylgja) beside me. He was still not sure that it would be safe for us to go outside the paneless window fully into the magical void or out to the tethered station (from which we could still return back to our current structure (incarnation). He communicated to me his thought that even though I was a whole cosmic seed, we might remain stuck in that state and remain like that forever. But I knew, I just knew, and said to him, "you expand it." We would not remain stuck like that or dissolve - we would reincarnate whole again. I knew if we jumped out the window, we would take off our current forms and be reborn whole of individual consciousness again, because I was strong enough to hold us together, and he was strong enough to expand us from our cosmic seed. We are strong enough, we are able.

I woke up.

Interestingly, in the same tv show I watched last night between my previous Fornekja post and my Birth Rune post, another synchronicity occurred in that episode - in my dream was featured a magical tether (just as was featured a dance called Fire and Ice) - my Universe finds ways to teach me.

My Birth Rune

Hagall / Hagalaz

An interesting synchronicity to note in follow-up to tonight's earlier post which brought out the association of fornekja (traditional Icelandic witchcraft, the word which translates as "old one") to my experience of Being and preincarnate memories. My nightly rune drawing just a few minutes ago was Hagall.

The rune Hagall has this rune poem associated with it:

(Hagall) es kaldastr korna;
Kristr skop heim inn forna.

Forna, in this rune poem, means "olden times" and is written within the context of the world being shaped, similar to the way in which my memories pertain to the shaping of "my world" of experience. One of my memories even directly pertains to seeing my "edges and edges" being shaped.

This is simply awesome . I remember reading or hearing something in passing (don't know the source) about each person having a birth rune - I am wondering if Hagall is my birth rune.

Another interesting synchronicity is that in between writing my previous post and the rune drawing, I watched a tv show in which was featured (as a small part in the story plot) a high school dance called "Fire and Ice." In the Elder Futhark, Hagalaz (corresponding to Hagall of the Younger Futhark) holds in its form wholeness both fire and ice. Hagalaz is the ninth number in the Elder Futhark and is the rune (according to Runelore by Edred Thorsson) "in which all runes are held." Nine is the number associated with Odin's obtaining of the runes while hanging upon Yggdrasil.

I too have been hung upon Yggdrasil, just like Odin. All of the runes are in me.

I know that I hung on a windy tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run
[Havamal 137]

Ancient Legendary Viking Sunstone Discovered

In synchronicity with yesterday's dream post, Archeology reports an ancient Viking sunstone has been discovered from a shipwreck in the English channel:

ALDERNEY, CHANNEL ISLANDS—Tests indicate that a piece of carved crystal recovered from a sixteenth-century shipwreck at the bottom of the English Channel is calcite. Calcite crystals have been shown to reveal patterns of polarized light around the sun, and could have helped early navigators determine its position in the sky on cloudy days. This crystal was found near the ship’s navigation equipment and may have been used as such an optical compass. These crystals are often found in Iceland and Scandinavia, and may have been the “sunstones” of Norse legends. This is the first time that archaeological evidence has been found to support the “sunstone” interpretation.

Raidho Rides Again

In follow-up to my post (Powerful All-Rune) this past Sunday, in which I described the dream (with a sink hole opening up in it) following my doubled double rune drawing involving Raidho, I report that I also drew Raidho in last night's bedtime rune drawing.

This is interesting from an occult perspective, because following my "Raidho dream" on Sunday which involved a sink hole, today following last night's Raidho rune drawing, the news reported today that last night (the night of last night's rune drawing) a Florida man was swallowed up by a sink hole while asleep in his bed:

SEFFNER, Fla. (AP) — A huge sinkhole about 30-feet across opened up under a man's bedroom and swallowed him, taking all of the furniture too.

Jeff Bush was feared dead after the floor gave way Thursday night. As he screamed for help, his brother Jeremy Bush jumped into the hole to try to help, but couldn't see him and had to be rescued himself. With the earth still crumbling, a sheriff's deputy reached out his hand and pulled Jeremy Bush to safety.

"The floor was still giving in and the dirt was still going down, but I didn't care. I wanted to save my brother," Jeremy Bush said through tears Friday as he stood in a neighbor's yard. "But I just couldn't do nothing."

The only thing sticking out of the hole was a small corner of a bed's box spring. Cables from a television led down into the hole, but the TV set, along with a dresser, was nowhere to be seen.

Officials lowered equipment into the sinkhole but didn't see any sign of life.

Engineers worked to determine the size of the sinkhole. At the surface, officials estimated it was about 30 feet across. Below the surface, officials believed it was 100 feet wide.

From the outside of the small, sky blue house, nothing appeared wrong. There wear no cracks and the only sign something was amiss was the yellow caution tape circling the house.

There were six people at the home when it collapsed, including Jeremy Bush's wife and his 2-year-old daughter.

Read full story here.

Hail Hel for guarding my life! Hail Loki for guarding my path!

Waves of the Sea

כ״ד באדר תשע"ב
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Alot of interesting synchronicites converge on this day.

FIRST, I dreamt last night (well, actually this morning) of the sea rising up on the coast where, in the dream, I was. The sea rose up as a mighty tidal wave roaring toward the land, wiping out everything in its path. Well, not everything exactly.

I was in a big building on the shore by the sea with a small group of people. To avoid the destruction of the building and to prevent floodwaters from entering the building and drowning all of us, I and another person, held a large sheet of white material across the open doorway (which had no door). We two held the white material across the doorway at very specific places which we intuited to be the only places where holding the sheet across the doorway could protect us. It didn't matter that the sheet flapped open in the air every other place where the sheet was not being held by us. Holding it as we did, where we did, kept the building standing intact and unbreached by the floodwaters of the tidal wave as it rolled in across the land and submerged the building under the sea. The tidal wave came over the land, submerging in the sea water my group's building and everything outside it. The wave rolled past and the sea retreated, but we knew another tidal wave was coming.

This time, we knew that covering the door was not the needed action to protect us. This time, I and the other person from the group stood at the glass window which faced the sea as we looked out of it. We turned our backs against the window, looking into the room of the building. We just knew the action to do to protect us from being drowned by the sea wave and to keep the building standing against the might of the wave rolling in. My child ran up to us as we stood with our backs against the window, waiting for the rising sea and its tidal wave to reach the land. I grabbed my child up in my arms and set the child down in front of me, turning also the child's back to the window in alignment with ours as we stood strong against the onslaught of the sea. Now there were at least 3 of us standing guard in opposition to the massive sea wave - myself, a man and a child. The wave came, covered over the building, and moved on as the sea again retreated from the land.

We went outside the building and saw all of the destruction, but our building still stood despite being being struck twice by tidal waves which had deeply covered and swept over it. We knew another wave was going to come, we worried another strike by the tidal wave might be more than the building could withstand despite our protective actions, and we wondered if we should try to run to the highlands to escape it or stay put in our building - we didn't know if we had time to make it to higher ground before the next tidal wave struck.

I am quickly losing memory of this part of the dream, but there was a building structure near me outside which I specifically observed and took note of in my line of sight, and I also remember that the prophet had said something once to me about two days (not directly about the building or the tidal wave, but in riddles), and while I can't remember the exact words, the prophet had spoken of these days in such way that I knew that the building would still be standing for at least two more days from that day (in the dream), as the prophet had spoken of the building's presence (in the prophecy) on a day two days into the future (and a day without tidal waves) from the day (in the dream). I knew that no matter how many waves hit our building, the building would withstand it, as it had at least two more days left of Presence in the world - the prophet had seen and spoken in note of our building when speaking of a day two days into the future. The waves would not last for two days into the future (I just knew this as a matter of fact), so we decided to stay in the building to ride out the rest of the waves until they subsided. I woke up.

SECOND, later this afternoon, my mom called me to watch an old black and white movie about to start on television which she thought I'd like. I got up from my computer and went to watch the sweet film - A Portrait of Jenny. Simply wow, on so many levels. It's a love story about an artist and a Fae woman - a woman (his timeless soul mate throughout all time) he never had the opportunity to meet in real (current) life because she had died from a TIDAL WAVE before they had met in his current life. Nevertheless, she found him. (I hadn't told my mom about my dream before the movie at all.)

THIRD, after watching the movie, I came back to my computer to write of these two synchronicities, but decided to check out the posts on some of the blogs I haunt before beginning with the task of writing my own blog post. Interestingly, one of them has written today, "the WAVES are great" in Australia down under.

My universe is today talking all about great waves. And one thing the universe is telling me is to not worry about any of the waves which may come, because I will still be standing after the waves are all long gone.



The full movie:

The Walls Can Talk To Us

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I've just ordered the full DVD of this 3D film documentary, Cave of Forgotten Dreams:



Storyline summary by napierslogs - "In 1994, a group of scientists discovered a cave in Southern France perfectly preserved for over 20,000 years and containing the earliest known human paintings. Knowing the cultural significance that the Chauvet Cave holds, the French government immediately cut-off all access to it, save a few archaeologists and paleontologists. But documentary filmmaker, Werner Herzog, has been given limited access, and now we get to go inside examining beautiful artwork created by our ancient ancestors around 32,000 years ago. He asks questions to various historians and scientists about what these humans would have been like and trying to build a bridge from the past to the present."

One comment from the video trailer particular strikes me, "the walls can talk to us," especially in light of my dream a few days ago [Mystery of the Moabites] and its synchronous proximity to my recent decisive actions toward investigating my ancestral motherline [here and here].

Stunning Golden Measures Which Regulate

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In follow-up to previous posts (Ner Tamid, Travellers' Sphere of Protection, Goldener Apfel) on this blog and my shoppe blog, I note that just a few days ago, during the infamous Three Weeks, it was announced that an ancient Golden Bell from the Kohen Gadol's garment was excavated near the wall of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem (HT - Mystical Paths for pointing this out today).

This is interesting, given the announcement's synchronicity with my new Golden Candles (see first line end-links above) and the fact that the priestly Golden Bells are associated specifically with a Kohen Gadol embarked upon a traveling expedition (see first line middle link above).

Usually translated as 'a Golden Bell,' the Hebrew phrase פַּעֲמֹן זָהָב may alternatively be translated as 'a Golden Metronome.' The word metronome derives from Greek metron (meaning 'measure') and nomos (meaning 'regulating'). The Hebrew word from which both translations (bell and metronome) derive comes from the shoresh פעם which can mean several things, including 'stunning' and 'to surge' (emotionally or psychically). Certainly, my Golden Candles are beautifully stunning and surge with mystically magical emotive fire.

Also, in synchronicity, the Hebrew Torah phrase not only mentions "Stunning Golden Measures which Regulate," but also, the next phrase in the Torah text following "a golden bell" is וְרִמּוֹן - "and a pomegranate" - a new candle set also posted on my shoppe blog the same day as the Golden Apple, see my stunning Midnight Pomegranate votives and tapered pillar here and here.

So, synchronicities keep piling up.

The Next Seat

י״ד בסיון תשע"א
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In follow-up to my previous post Lamed (where I was sitting in the 12th seat, with the 13th seat next to me empty), a commenter to that post wrote that it reminded him of the film 12 Monkeys (a film I have never seen) "about traveling back in time to fix things but being unable to do so." Wiki ends its plot summary of this apocalyptic film (where a virus wipes out most of the human race) with these words:

Peters, safely aboard the plane, sits down next to Jones (Carol Florence), one of the lead scientists from the future, who tells him that she is in "insurance".

Interesting.

Viral can be bad or good, depending on the information or energy spread. What can't be fixed is the fact the something will indeed "go viral," but that "something" is yet to be determined.

That same commenter commented on my post Wrestling with Destiny. He suggested that I may have been wrestling with chaos in that dream, which makes sense to me. At any rate, I won the wrestling match, which is a good sign. So far, so good. Perhaps I am, like Jones, in "insurance." Perhaps it is up to me who sits in the seat "Peters" occupied in the film, and it is up to me what goes viral. Because I have the luxury of knowing in advance that whomever sits in that seat next to me holds the future in his hands. Necessarily then, I am guarding that seat.

Good calls Clayton.

Israeli Family of Five Murdered In Terror Attack / Japan Earthquakes / Prophetic Poetry

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A family of five was slaughtered in Israel this past shabbat as they slept at home in their beds. Among the slain was a three month old infant. Particularly wrenching, Foxnews reports:

Following an inspection of the scene I spotted an infant of about three who still had a pulse. We engaged in lengthy resuscitation efforts but had to pronounce him dead,” he said. “The murder scene was shocking. Kids’ toys right next to pools of blood.”

Read the full story here.

The synchronicity of my early morning pre-shabbat post of "prophetic poetry" is not lost on me, although the message the Universe has for me in fullness in this is not clear - except that the answer to the question is "yes."

Sovereignty and Mystical Feline Power

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In follow-up to my newest entry on my shoppe blog, WITCHCRAFTS by Liorah Lleucu, on which was introduced the newest addition to my luxury Morgen Collection of Avalonian ritual anointing oils, SOVEREIGNTY, I have an interesting synchronous annoucement to share with my friends and readers - my youngest son's cat had kittens, nine of them, like nine little Morgen kitties! Oh, the utter magic in it!

Pearl of the Eel of Kells

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It is amazing the power unleashed within my life by simply purchasing some woad. In follow-up to my woad purchase and the subsequent dream where I, like an eel I discovered, returned to Avalon in the Sea, I've now discovered another connection of my "Avalonian eel" dream to the Celtic mysteries!

Zahir Karbani writes of the eel totem:

Celtic legends abound in regard to the Eel and the Book of Kells mentions them many times throughout, as creatures that can change form by growing legs and walking on land for great distances, only to shift back into their familiar snake like form and return to the sea.

The Elusive Eel Totem possesses the following virtues:
Shape shifting, adaptability, wisdom, inspiration, watching unseen, ability to overcome great obstacles, change, travel, fertility, stamina, and endurance.

Eel Animal Pearls are said to impart their particular magical virtues to their owner. Eel Pearls are characteristic of its host animal; they possess all the awesome characteristics that may be seen in the Eel itself; the adaptability and mysterious elusiveness of the Eel is contained within the pearl waiting for its proper owner to bestow its inner magic to that unique and fortunate individual. For century’s shamans, wizards, witches, spiritualists and practitioners of the occult have used Eel animal pearls to transfer the powerful magical energy of the Eel to themselves and to others in need of its special magic. Eel pearls are highly sought after by any wishing to absorb Eel virtues into their lives and develop stronger mental abilities such as those embodied by this snake of the sea. The owner of an Eel pearl will see their lives, spiritual energy and mental clarity imbued with all of the virtues attributed to the Eel. The Eel animal totem is a strong spirit and its magical properties are one of the most interesting of all animal totems. Adaptability, fertility, inspiration, and so much more can be integrated into the spirit of the possessor of this magical pearl and the Eel totem.

What I didn't mention in my previous post about my dream was that earlier in the day of the woad-inspired dream, I had received my DVD copy of The Secret of Kells in the mail, and that later that evening just minutes after purchasing the woad, I had watched the film! What amazing synchronicity!

And now my eel is not just any ole eel, but an eel with connections to the secret of Kells. And the wisdom coming through my dream is its pearl.