The Wizard Stone and Gifts From The Universe

April 9th, 2017

Lately I have been feeling out of sorts, a little sad, and a little lost. I blame the current world events to some degree for my melancholy as Thursday was the worst day for feelings of anxiety without knowing where they was coming from; and just prior to the American bombings in the Middle East. I am not the only one feeling it if you look at these numbers from the Global Consciousness Project. 

 



However, and usually just when I am feeling low the Universe provides me with just the synchronicity that I need to feel better. A beautiful surprise. 

That afternoon I received a lovely gift of seashells, and rocks from Italy, one in the shape of a heart. These are my favourite treasures as they always make me feel grounded with the Earth, and doubly so if they are given to me by people who genuinely care about me. I felt much better just holding the stones and shells in my hand. The timing was perfect and I gave thanks in gratitude for this synchronicity, and gift. I believe it is the soul of our Universe that guides in these matters.

I'll borrow from Ricky Gervais: "Life is a struggle. With little beautiful surprises that make you want to carry on through all the shit. Until the next little beautiful surprise."


A beautiful surprise. Rocks and shells from Italy

 

Speaking of synchronicity 11:11 has also made a reappearance of late, and especially after discussing it in a pre book release recording with Ryan Sprague on Friday ( I will share the linky when available). 

I have been experiencing 1111 everywhere. 11's and 23 are my numbers. 


Yesterday I walked along the beach collecting quartz pieces and other stones, contemplating these feelings, and synchronicities, and I think I have been away from some serious bonding with nature for too long. Nature is my way of reconnecting, not only with our Earth, but myself. With that thought in mind I ventured off for some much needed solitude and disconnect today.

I needed to breathe.

So today, Sunday I hiked in the woods and much to my surprise I found a  big hunk of black Obsidian as I was climbing up a fairly steep and untrodden embankment.  It is formed as lava from volcanic eruptions cools within the earth. The speed at which it cools prevents crystallization and the rock forms as solid volcanic glass. Obsidian was revered by ancient cultures. It was one of the major barter materials, and prized for its ability to be worked to razor-sharp edges for arrows and spears. 



Obsidian is known as the "wizard's stone" in metaphysical circles as it can stimulate the gift of prophecy. It is also used to help block negativity of any kind including psychic attacks.

From a healing stand point Obsidian is considered to help protect the very sensitive against depression, and from abuse.  It is the stone of the soft hearted and gentle people of the world. This is especially important to me personally as I am an INFP personality type, meaning I am very feeling and sensitive.


Finding this large specimen today was a gift, and I am truly thankful to the Nature spirits and the Universe for having received it.


For more information on Obsidian and other gem stones check out this lovely website Sunny Ray.



Greetings From Magonia

February 10th, 2017

 

All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics.
—William Blake  The Marriage of Heaven and Hell 

Magonia is the name of the cloud realm whence felonious aerial sailors were said to have come according to the polemical treatise by Carolingian bishop Agobard of Lyon in 815, it is featured within the research of Jacques Vallee's book Passport to Magonia, which explores the link between modern UFO visitations and reports from antiquity of contact with these "space beings" where he quotes Agobard's description. 

An Initiation 

On November 4th, 1990 at approx. 1 am, I was getting ready to go to bed for the evening. My then husband, children, and my sister who was visiting, had already turned in for the night. I had been watching an "Elvira Mistress of the Dark" movie with my brother-in-law, when I looked up at the clock. Realizing it was way past my bedtime (I had small children at the time) I got up to lock the sliding glass doors to our balcony.


At the time we were living on the 10th floor of a condo building, and as I had young children it was my habit to make sure those doors were always locked. I will also mention that this apartment had a SSE exposure with a clear view of Lake Ontario, and the Pickering Nuclear Generating Station. As I went to lock the glass doors I observed a large, red, glowing orb.

It was like nothing I had ever seen before.

In my pajamas I stepped out onto the balcony. I noted that the "orb" seemed to be in the vicinity of the nuclear power plant. My mind raced with all the possibilities, a plane, a search light, quickly discounting each.

I yelled out for my brother-in-law who was at my side within seconds.

I was yelling "what is it, what is it"? He started yelling back, "it's a UFO!” He had grabbed my arm, and I remember I glanced down to see my own goose-flesh.

Almost immediately after he said that it was a UFO, the full moon-sized orb, began to pulsate. And for some inexplicable reason, for which I cannot fathom I said, "they know we can see them."

After pulsating, the UFO, which appeared octagon in shape imploded in on itself, turning into a speck, and shooting straight up. At this point my brother-in-law's memory and mine differ slightly. He says he saw the orb implode, but not shoot up into the sky.

I clearly remember that I looked down towards the street and I saw a single car driving eastward. I remember thinking we cannot be alone in seeing this. We went inside, and sat up in the kitchen discussing everything within our own experiences that we could to rationally try to explain what we had witnessed (despite my strange comment of a "them"). We were up until about 4 am. and I ran back to the sliding glass doors a few times that night to see if the orb had returned. It didn't, not that night nor in the many nights after that I would sit out on the balcony looking for it.

My brother-in-law and I failed to report our sighting immediately. We both were afraid of nor wanted to put up with ridicule. We also did not know who we should have reported this experience to. In those days there was no internet or easy way to locate a UFO investigative group.

I did pick up a UFO book from the library and sent a letter to CUFOS in Chicago, which was listed as a place people with these experiences could contact, but the letter was returned to me as undeliverable.

Eventually many years after the fact I was able to report the experience to MUFON (Mutual UFO Network). They were able to piece together quite a bit of information and based on the fact I could give them an accurate time frame as Elvira had been on the television.

Despite never answering the question of what we saw that night with any degree of certainty, I learned there were thoughtful and intelligent people who were looking into these extraordinary experiences without prejudice, and we were not alone in that regard. This in turn inspired me to follow suit and eventually towards the establishment of my own research interests.

It was an experience that has radically shaped the course of my life, and continues to do so through other UFO events I have had since.


Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
—Arthur C. Clarke

I was 23 at the time of the experience in 1990, 23 being an important number throughout my life, but I will save that for another future blog.  I had, had a childhood filled with odd events, and as I grew up I would try to put them down to imagination solely. As an example I was plagued by what I thought were wee little ghosts or dwarves and these frightened me, until a large talking wolf appeared to me one day and became my protector against these day/nightmares. When I was in my late teens I had figured out that I was the wolf, and that I was in fact empowering myself in a highly creative way.

In 1990, however, that experience as an adult and with another witness directed me towards a way of thinking and being that otherwise would likely have not come. I recall so vividly in my mind's eye, what we saw that night red, and octagon much like a stop sign with an equally forceful message that through a lot of deep introspection I believe I was eventually able to at least partially decode. 

I feel that these experiences guide me, and much like a dream where the content is not always reflective of the message I see the UFOs as symbolic and on a personal level very meaningful to important and crucial points in my life. My life took on the framework of UFO experience, and I consider it my true life's work.

I experience much synchronicity within these encounters, and they have also assisted in shaping my own spirituality as well through the emergence of the "Cosmic Witch" (Pagan Divine Feminine) which I am strongly self identifying with. 

Carl Jung, Jacques Vallee, and J. Allen Hynek have all played significant roles in progressing my thoughts and ideas. 

Recent books that have also greatly influenced my thinking on the subject include: 

The Hyperspace of Consciousness by Massimo Teodorani PhD  Elementà June 2015

The Trickster and The Paranormal by George P Hansen Xlibris 2001 

Illuminations: The UFO Experience as a Parapsychological Event by Eric Ouellet PhD Anomalist Books August 2015

For Illuminations I provided some of the research and edited the manuscript. Eric and I continue to work on innovating new models based on scientific parapsychology that allow us to look at UFOs with fresh lenses. 

I was recently honoured to be included in a compliation of original essays exploring alternative perspectives on UFOs and how we might more usefully study the phenomenon in the 21st Century.

UFOs: Reframing The Debate will be available May 2017

I am currently conducting a series of independent experiments based in part on the work of the late mathematician, Dr A.R.G Owen and psychotherapist Dr. Joel Whitton that will be the focus of a planned future book on UFOs, social PSI, and Magick. 

You can read more on my research if you are so inclinded through my website:

Out of My Mind's Eye
http://www.susanstclair.com/

A Box Of Treasures

January 20th, 2017

Last month I was blessed with meeting the amazingly talented artist Heather Coleman of DawnMist Studio in Devon U.K. We have quickly bonded over several common interests from science and history, (Heather specialises in making historically accurate clay pipes) to witchery, and electronic music.

Over the holidays I told Heather of my love of rocks and how I collect them from around the world. To me, my pebble collection represents a sort of United Nations of rocks, and they bring me a sense of togetherness and joy. Over the years friends have given me wee stones, and fossils and these are treasured by me. I tell people who wish to give me a stone that they don't have to be rare or valuable in a monetary sense just any rock or pebble they find, preferably in a location that is somehow special to them, and that they'd think I may appreciate. I shared this with Heather who offered to send me some from her home in Devon. I had been really down at the time Heather offered to send me some rocks. I had not told her how I was feeling sad, but perhaps she felt it in some subtle psychic way because she certainly managed to brighten my spirits with her kindness.  I think we may know each other and are already friends in the other realm. 

 

treasures

Yesterday the box from England arrived and I was sooooo excited to open it! Here are some of the treasures Heather had thoughtfully gathered together from her studio and attic and sent by postal mail across the great pond to me. I have laid them out on my favourite red scarf to show them off, and because I love them. Red being a love colour. :)

Some of these are her own handmade creations, others are stones she has found in her travels, crystals, insence from Glastonbury, even a marble circa 1840-1900!

crystals

 These are stunning and my camera cannot really do this justice

Ceramic Mummy

One of Heather's groovy ceramic pieces. 

Ceramic piece Dawnmist Studio

 I love this wee character!

Close up, handmade by Heather Coleman

A beautiful energy from this piece

This gorgous gold ceramic piece was made by Heather as well. I will incorporate this into a necklace.

See photo below. 

Dawnmist Studios

 Juat an amazing happy energy coming from these pieces!

Lady Mary was surprised too with some Cat mint, which she LOVES!

This was such a very kind and generous thing to do. I had so much fun opening each wee gift, which had been wrapped and labelled as to what each piece was and where it came from. I truly wish I could fully express my gratitude, especially at a time when unbeknownst to Heather I was feeling very low. Her kindness completely turned my spirit around that day towards the positive.  A good reminder that magic and caring, and fun are still very much a part of this world still, even if it might not always seem so.

Thank you so much my new friend. This meant a lot, and how super cool to recieve just before my birthday! #AquariusNation

Please visit Heather and her partner Natalie Winter's Dawnmist Studio website. They are both very talented and interesting people and there is a lot of cool pages to explore. If you are into Witchcraft, Paganism, and/or the paranormal have a look at their pages on Witchcraft here and Tales of Devonshire here

Standing Stones - a song about Scorhill Circle 

Music and photography Heather Coleman Dawnmist Studio - Heather's Electronic Music Facebook Fan Page

Remembering Norway

January 17th, 2017

Sue Demeter St Clair in Norway

Sue Demeter St Clair in Norway

Sue Demeter St Clair in Norway

Dragons in Norway Hessdalen Lights

 "Sue in Norway" image credit: Massimo Teodorani

The Old Los Angeles Zoo

January 6th, 2017

In November 2016 I took a trip to Southern California with my Sisters and niece. While there I was fortunate to visit a few places that are either reported to be haunted, and have a history or legend that is paranormal in nature. Of all the places my Sisters and I went we only encountered one definite cold spot that was unexplainable. I should note we were not ghost hunting, but just worked the paranormal, magickal, unique and interesting when possible.


LA Old Zoo

On Sunday November 13th we visited Griffith Park in Los Angeles, and it was near the old, long abandoned LA Zoo that we had the odd happening. The old Zoo is located on a hiking trail off Fire Road, Los Angeles, 90027

Here is a brief history:

"The Griffith Park Zoo was originally opened in 1912, amusingly built on the former location of Griffith J. Griffith's old ostrich farm. It was opened with 15 animals, and due to lack of funding, it opened without any cages, simply stockades to keep the animals in, which was inadequate for several of the species kept on site.

Stories claim that the history of the zoo was rocky, and it was always struggling. For example, in 1916, the zoo was apparently leaking sewage into the L.A. River, and later during World War I, a meat shortage made it hard to properly care for the animals, forcing the zoo to substitute horse meat for beef, leading to the deaths of many of the meat eating animals, particularly the big cats. Luckily the zoo was free which kept visitors coming.

In the mid 1920s, with the failure of the Selig Zoo, William Nicholas Selig donated several of his animals to the Griffith Park Zoo. Selig had owned Selig Polyscope, which post closure of the film studio, led the movie producer to take all the animals he had gathered for his films and try his hand at opening up a zoo in East Los Angeles. A zoo he had plans to mix with a large amusement park. Selig had grandiose plans involving a large zoo, rides, restaurants, a hotel, and even a giant swimming pool complete with a beach and wave making machine. None of his plans ever saw fruition however, and although the Selig Zoo was occasionally rented out to film a few movies, such as the 1918 Tarzan, the zoo ultimately failed, leading Selig to donate the animals to the Griffith Park Zoo.

By May 1958, people had had enough of the Griffith Park Zoo and its condition, leading voters to vote for the establishment of a brand new zoo. An $8 million dollar bond was approved for construction, and by November 1966 the new Los Angeles Zoo opened a few miles north of the Griffith Park Zoo. All the animals were relocated there, thus ending the career of the Griffith Park Zoo."

 History Source Weird California

 

Old L.A. Zoo

We arrived at the head of the trail after several hours of exploring the Griffith Observatory and taking in a show at their Planetarium, which I highly recommend! There were quite a few people including families near the parking area who were picnicking, it was getting close to dusk, but still fairly early in the day and quite warm. As we hiked up to the abandoned zoo enclosures there were fewer and fewer people and no one on the trail giving us a chance to thoroughly check it out.

There is an eerie atmosphere there that can definitely be related to the history of how people used to believe it was ok to treat animals, and in some cases still do. A definite sadness in the air, and the scenery lends itself to a horror movie vibe.

Old L.A. Zoo

 After climbing into some of the enclosures and snapping a few photos we started back up the path away from the parking towards the trails. I was looking for some rocks to bring home from the location when my Sister called out to me to come over to where she was standing. Right in that spot there was a definite "cold spot" with absolutely no identifiable source. The temperature if I had to guess was at least 15 degrees colder and felt like standing beside air conditioner's vent. 

Here is a photo of the location of the cold spot.

Old L.A Zoo 

 This is another angle from near where the cold spot was encountered. 

Old L.A. Zoo 

Cold spots are considered to be part of a PSI or paranormal experience. Maurice Townsend of ASSAP describes them thusly:

"People often report 'cold spots' in haunted locations. These are small areas (usually a lot smaller than a room) that feel significantly colder than the surrounding area. They are considered by some to be a sign of a ghost in the area. Some cold spots are always felt in the same place while others seem to appear and disappear at different locations." 

Full article on cold spots here

I have encountered cold spots before while visiting reportedly haunted sites, but usually not so drastic a change, and never one outdoors before. An unusual and unexpected highlight of our visit to Griffith Park. 

For more on the Griffith Park hauntings please have a look Weird California's Curse of Griffith Park page which includes the Griffith Park Merry-Go-Round which we visited after the the hike up to the Zoo. 

This Merry Go Round was the inspiration in part for Walt Disney to build his theme park. There is information and a history on the site. It is definitely beautiful with its own creepy long ago fairground vibe and vintage caliope music.

Creepy clown and devils lead the way!

 

Naturally we just had to take a ride! 

Merry go round selfie

Merry Go Round Selfie!  

According to Weird California "a ghost lurks near the Merry Go Round, having been seen descending steps nearby and disappearing as he reaches the last step." I can believe it! And while we did not encounter that ghost I would love to hear from anyone who has had a first hand encounter or an interesting story from Griffith Park. Will definitely go back when in L.A.

Snack tip: Popcorn is free at the Merry Go Round at the end of day :) 

A Different Kind Of UFO

January 5th, 2017

Modern witches

This highly unusual and very interesting report of flying women was sent to me by my good friend and colleague in the documenting of the strange, Albert S. Rosales this past Winter Solstice. This appeals to my UFO-ish and Cosmic Witchiness. 

Location. Birkenhead, Wirral, Merseyside, England
Date: early June 1982 Time: afternoon


Insidious heat crept into the country at the end of May and bubbled road tar and inflamed tempers, when two painters saw an incredible sight. A perspiring 17-year old apprentice decorator named Dominic Bassett took off his paint-splattered T-shirt on the roof of an office building in one of the higher parts of Birkenhead not far from Bidston Hill. The sounds of distant shrieks – female shrieks – and girly laughter came from somewhere up in the burning blue sky. The painters both looked up and the ultraviolet stung their eyes. “That came from up there!” Dominic placed his hand over his eyes as if he was saluting and saw only a passing gull. Female screams pierced the air again, followed by melodic laughter – and this time it came from behind the painters. They both turned around and looked out towards a Liverpool skyline ghosted by the haze of the heatwave and a light wind gently wafted up an aroma of tar and Mersey salt, and there in the distance, some 400 yards up in the Alice-blue sky were three colored dots. “Balloons” the other painter, Eric, muttered, but the superior eyesight of youth could plainly see three people, and Dominic shook his head, “Its three girls!”


The hay fever began to water Dominic’s eyes and he sniffed and rubbed them and looked again and the three girls moved off towards the north, until they were specks over the river. Then they were gone. Eric stuck to the balloons explanation but a sneezing Dominic knew what he had seen. Eric then blamed the lad’s hay fever. About 10 minutes later the men had managed to resume painting. Eric climbed a ladder and then Dominic felt paint trickling onto his head. “Eric!” he looked up and saw his workmate gazing at something in a daze with paint dripping off the brush. This time the three levitating women were almost near enough to touch as they flew by, and Eric swore in shock. The first woman in the formation was a brunette of about 30 sitting slide-saddle on a brush, and wore a flowing pinkish dress, and the young blonde lady flying behind her had her hand on the broom-mounted woman’s shoulder. The third figure flying closely behind the blonde one was much younger, possibly in her teens, and she was also blonde. All of these females were laughing and giggling and the brunette was screaming as she almost fell off the broom. They were oblivious to the male observers as they flew in the direction of Bidston Hill. Eric was so shocked he had a ‘funny turn’ and went home.
According to the source (Slemen) years later when he gave an account of this incident on the Billy Butler Show (radio) he was inundated with calls and emails from people of all ages and all walks of life who recalled the “witch scare” that summer.


HC addendum
Source: Tom Slemen’s Spooky Summer: Broomsticks over Birkenhead – Liverpool Echo Type: E
Comments: Slemen comments that “someone reading this knows the truth”, I can only conjecture what these flying women were. Modern day witches, apparently that’s what they were trying to portray themselves as? This one is beyond strange.

Wildflowers and the Setting Sun

September 19th, 2016

In a world that believes all that glitters is gold I find my truth, meaning, and solace in nature. I am very fortunate to live with an abundance of natural beauty that surrounds me, and I will share it through these photos I took yesterday evening. Trees, flowers, water, nature is where I find my inspiration and return to myself.

Wildflowers and the setting sun

Sitting quietly in the forest, among the wildflowers and the setting Sun on a warm September evening.

Wildflowers


"To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour." ~ William Blake

Thank you for visiting my blog. 

DIY Shabby Chic On The Cheap

August 15th, 2016

Shabby chic end table less than 20 bux to make

This is my first attempt at repurposing an old, used piece of furniture into a fun shabby chic piece. It was fairly easy to do and cost me around $25 bux. Cheap, chic, and fun to do, plus I can feel good about recycling! :)  

Old 1970s ish end table

First I found this end table that someone in my neighbourhood pitched out. It looked in ok shape, is solid wood, and I got to save something from being added to the trash heap. Bonus its free!  

Paint chips for shabby chic project

Next I went to Canadian Tire and decided on the paint colours I wanted to use in this project. I picked these three, Scottish Wind, Romantic Tulips, and Elderberry  ie: light blue, plum, and purple. Canadian Tire had a sale on its C.I.L one litre testers so all three colours in a water based  flat paint cost around nine dollars. You can also check out any paint store's boo boo section for fun colours that are heavily discounted. 

end table sanded down 

After making my paint colour choices  I used my sander to quickly sand down and strip away the original finish and expose the bare wood. You could use sandpaper if you don't have a sander. I bought mine a couple of years ago on sale at Canadian Tire for under forty bux and I use it for lots of things including distressing jeans heheh. 

First layer of paint 

 

Once sanded down, and wiped clean with a damp cloth I started adding the first coat of paint in the darkest purple using some Dollar Store paint brushes, and sponges.  

Paint layers

Yum Plum is what I'd call this one, but its Romantic Tulips at Canadian Tire. 

Final layer of eye-popping plum

First  I added the blue and finally the plum. You have to wait for each coat to throughly dry which was about 4 hours between each. This is a good time to play a game, read a book, fix a snack, nap etc, the waiting is the longest part of the process.  

Roughing up the paint for shabby chic effect 

Once all the layers were complete and the paint fully dry I took a piece of sandpaper and with rubber gloves on so as not to eff up my manicure I began sanding bits of the paint to reveal patterns and layers below. In some places I've even let the wood peep through. Once wiped down with a slightly damp rag I applied a coat of fast drying Polyurethane, which to be fair I already had so did not need to purchase. It normally costs around $12 bux per litre, but for this project I used maybe a third of a can so around four dollars worth. It protects the paint from being chipped and takes a few hours to dry. 

 

Crystal door knob

I then reattached the door to the hinges that I also painted over and added these super pretty crystal door knobs I found at Home Depot for 5 bux each.  They have a cool prism effect and pick up the colours of the end table nicely. The glam adds some more fun in my opinion to the shabby chic style. 

And............ TA DA!!!!

Chabby chic end table under 25 bux

Inexpensive, shabby chic end table DIY project completed. I am really loving how it turned out. Its got a great purply vibe. If you have tried distress furniture or have any tips for this type of project please let me know in the comments.