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The great spirits began to dance their thanksgiving song
Grandmother Forest watched with pride and thoughtfulness
Auntie Running Bear had formed Brother Fire, and was seeking
Truth from her nephews’ spirit animals.
Wise Owl was there, summoning his power animal.
Hooting in the trees verified he had reached his inner truths.
Sly Fox was trying his best to concentrate, but he was distracted.
Irritated that Wise Owl’s spirit guide was verifying his presence.
This is not a competition, Auntie Running Bear cautioned her charges.
Communing with your spirit guides is something we do individually.
They come in their own time; know they are here, to be summoned.
Creeping turtle felt her spirit animal’s presence, for she was clairsentient.
What if we feel she is here, but we cannot see her?
You have reached a Nirvana that the medicine woman cannot dispute.
Grandmother Forest watched and listened in fascination.
Thrilled she knew how to hoot like an owl. What sound does a turtle make?
her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth
a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye
was spirit here already?
She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself
messages floated into her mind
she knew her client would be connected with ancestors
if he was not clairvoyant, he would be clairaudient or clairsentient
the seasoned soothsayer picked up her tarot deck
she began laying the cards down in a precise order
she flipped the cards and read the message
pick up the runes too, a voice said
being clairaudient, clairsentient and clairvoyant,
of course she followed spirit’s directions
Colours Perfuse
Bluebell tinkers in soft mellow waters
splashing in her fantasy and dreams
Tolling oceans flicker chakra’s paths
ring truths and wondrous melodies
Crowned indigo with chanted violet
Peace in her gypsy’s carriage’s heart
She hears the colours smells shades
of pastels tastes aquamarine touches
All lapis lazuli synaesthesia molten
cores when she sees her crystal vision
Comes flows cascades crescendos
compiles her senses on life’s tapestry
A seeker finder clairsentient spirit medium
Bluebell slashes blues and brushes muse
27th January 2017
I follow my heart, my intuition
I believe in
Jesus's selflessness for people
the great father of the native American tribes
I believe we are all one with the mountains, trees, sky, earth, wind
I follow my spirit guides who whisper into my ears
I am clairaudient, clairvoyant and clairsentient
My power animals are deer, wolf, turtle, snake
deer reminds me to be even tempered
wolf helps me stand up for myself
turtle shows me a clear path
snake instigates new beginnings
I follow many prophets and teachers, some of this earth
others, in my dream state
my main mantra is that God is Love
I believe we are all here to love each other
that love is the ultimate guide.
furiously frolicking fey do not visit everyone
some empaths hear their giggles
others sense their lively antics
few humans see them
the ones I know bring a fragrance with them
I am clairsentient
aware more than others
clairaudient too; I hear their giggles
I cannot fathom life without them
some of the nonbelievers would not believe me
but they are here, in the forms of elves, faeries, and brownies
gnomes, dragonflies and damselflies are their distant cousins
sometimes they surround me
landing on my shoulder
showing themselves also in golden orbs
I am blessed, but keep it to myself
being a clairvoyant is not for everyone
maybe it does not run in some families
but it runs in mine, and I smile at the fey
as they hide themselves from the nonbelievers
I have always felt that we are all connected
not just us humans, but animals, rocks, trees, flowers,
I have a keen sense of being a butterfly and an owl in other lifetimes
Dead is not dead to me, in my mind, it is merely a transition
Death might actually feel more like life than our life does
the woods give me a sense of the fey, which I believe in wholeheartedly
My spirit guides are wolf, deer, turtle, racoon, fox, and snake
They each bring unique personality traits to my forefront
I am a meditator, I have seen glimpses of energy that darts and zips
Clairaudient and clairsentient, I hear and smell spirit
Heathens, scamps and thieves were lying in wait around the cove
Could not see them in gray dusk, but Captain Tawny Right felt them
Being an empath, as well as an Irish pirate queen, she was clairaudient.
She sent word by way of whipping boy for all hands to be at the ready.
A curtain of darkness cloaked the deeds of the rival ship.
Are we sure? Whispered a newcomer to our crew.
I put my finger to my lip, giving him the silent signal.
You could hear nothing but the dip of oars as we rounded this bend.
I realized that our entire crew of forty-nine was holding their breath.
Cannon blast startles me; lights the sky. I see the renegades.
All hell takes over the sea now; they are scallywags like us.
Captain Right is the first to greet them with a sword in their gut.
Big boned, grandiose, black-booted, and bubbly beyond the Baltic.
This is the Mediterranean. Tawny is silent, slashing and killing.
We murder them! The newcomer said. He gleefully sliced a knee.
In an hour Tawny calls a halt and we count our remaining prisoners.
She gives them a choice. Join our band or be murdered on the spot.
Their captain, an old man with grouchy ways begins to argue.
Much younger, handsome first mate runs him through with his sword.
At your command, my Captain, he says, impressing Tawny.
We leave the harbor in two ships, and I am taught to play cards.
Our new scallywags, scamps and thieves love to bet.
Best day on the Mediterranean yet. Started with two ships.
Now we are up to eight. Our captain is ruthless, and brave.
Being an empath who is clairaudient, and clairsentient helps too.
She feels things and knows things prior to smells or sounds.
I am grateful to be on her crew. Will guard her with my life.
Hope one day she will recognize my name and my face.
The cosmos and the trip to the outer limits was within her grasp.
She was fearless, assuring her relatives it was no big deal.
Of course it was, and she was super thrilled to have been chosen.
They hugged her good-bye as if they would never see her again.
I am just going to Planet X34C she said, laughing at their morbidity.
Upon arrival, the astronauts drew straws to see who would exit first.
Would they disintegrate upon contact? Would it be safe?
No human had been on Planet X34C yet. She won the draw.
Her comrades gave her light punches on the back and shoulder.
Good luck! They said. She smiled, thinking of her family.
Being the first one out of the chute, so to speak, she was obligated.
To report back, to reassure them, to explain the climate and dangers.
Being clairsentient, her precognitive abilities soared in the cosmos.
She was one with the God-mind here; they were close to heaven.
In awe, she gave praise and thanks. Loving this nurturing of her soul.
Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her
We were five when Ma spun the Catha stories.
For our benefit, to honor our McCormick ginger hair.
To help us feel normal with our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles.
Born near Stonehenge,
Gifted with a soothsayer’s heart
She was more fey than the faeries
More gypsy than the Romans.
Clairaudient and clairsentient,
She sensed brownies, elves, and poltergeists
We were seven when our classmates began to bully us
Making fun of our McCormick ginger hair.
To try and make us feel ashamed of our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles, but it did not work
For we were like Catha, the pride of the clan.
Mother’s preparation suiting us up to ignore their evil taunts.
raven of the marsh sounded the alarm
mystic named Marilee listened carefully
first the bull frogs, then the spiders, now this
three signs in three days; mischief was afoot
spirit was in the air, Marilee strived to identify it
A chill pierced her soul; she felt threatened
this was not a spirit guide she knew or a loving ancestor
Clairsentient, she sensed lilac and an ironed linen
an old-fashioned entity, possibly female, but maybe not
you do not know me, the spirit told her
this message entered Marilee’s mind
her neck hairs stood up on edge
the air was heavy; she took a step
the entity followed her
what do you want? She asked
not with words, but in her mind
the lack of answer shook her a bit
the sky was filled with grayscale fuzziness
the woods felt ominous tonight
Marilee walked toward her garden
she had a strong feeling turkey buzzards would be here by morning
an unsettling premonition