This is so beautiful and truly inspiring as I contemplate what the USA was founded upon and the principles which it hasn't yet lived up to - and what it could become, someday, by truly embodying those principles we were raised to believe in - with the help of more and more faeries as they continue to be born into this world.
I completely get that scattered feeling. As a creative who's now bouncing between writing and painting, I need ZERO interruptions to feel like anything is flowing. If Michael so much as pokes his head in, boom—creative day over. And yet I am totally allowed to interrupt myself (and I do, constantly). Somehow, that doesn't pull me out of the zone. I can fold laundry and mull over a sentence I just wrote without losing the thread. But when Hannah was little—a constant and beautiful interruption—I just redirected all that creative juice into making fabulous casseroles. Art in a different form.
True confession: I was in a Super Walmart today (only the 2nd time ever), wandering through 150,000 square feet of I don’t know what, just to find one small bottle of rubber cement. I stood there in aisle 17H, bay 2, row 13, just willing it to appear. And then I heard it—screaming, wailing, absolute feral frustration coming from a child nearby. And you know what? I felt him. I wanted to find that kid and say, “I completely understand. Same, buddy. SAME.” No one was stopping him, and I honestly envied that.
Because—ENOUGH already. The slow death of democracy, the Supreme Court circus, our so-called elected (but are they?) officials… The cruelty. The forceful suppression. The racism, sexism, all the damn isms. I want to scream and wail and throw a damn tantrum too.
But instead—I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep painting. And I’ll pour all that tantrum energy into revolting. The planets are aligned. Revolution is not only coming—it’s already begun.
Not gonna lie, this Uranus transit, given the history, does bring up fear and apprehension in me. I deeply hope this time won’t follow in the footsteps of the violence and bloodshed of the past. Given that, I extra appreciate the addition of the perspective of the Faerie energy in this round of revolution. That feels like a real balm and hope of getting to do this cycle differently.
Nora, I just want to say that I applaud you for calling the shit out, calling a spade a spade, the stuff that just is not right. Yes, it may all be part of serving the highest good in the end, but we can't just sit by and not call out the wrongness around us when we see it 🧚 ❤️
What is "Faerie Energy"? How is it generated? What are its origins? Thank you Nora!
Those are a lot of questions to answer here in this thread, Lee Anne. I have so many recordings on my site that go in-depth on this one.
Cool will check it out- are you hosting monthly gatherings still? Or will we need to wait until August to recoven?
I am uncertain of my July calendar at the moment. I'll get something together as soon as I am able. Thank you :)
In short answer, one could say that the term "higher-self" and the term "faerie" are interchangeable for this discussion.
Oh I love it divine I AM in the seat of true love true power true joy yippeeeee skipppeee. Thank you Noral
Very uplifting, Nora. Sounds like change is coming.
Thank you, Jay.
This is so beautiful and truly inspiring as I contemplate what the USA was founded upon and the principles which it hasn't yet lived up to - and what it could become, someday, by truly embodying those principles we were raised to believe in - with the help of more and more faeries as they continue to be born into this world.
❤️🌈❤️
I completely get that scattered feeling. As a creative who's now bouncing between writing and painting, I need ZERO interruptions to feel like anything is flowing. If Michael so much as pokes his head in, boom—creative day over. And yet I am totally allowed to interrupt myself (and I do, constantly). Somehow, that doesn't pull me out of the zone. I can fold laundry and mull over a sentence I just wrote without losing the thread. But when Hannah was little—a constant and beautiful interruption—I just redirected all that creative juice into making fabulous casseroles. Art in a different form.
True confession: I was in a Super Walmart today (only the 2nd time ever), wandering through 150,000 square feet of I don’t know what, just to find one small bottle of rubber cement. I stood there in aisle 17H, bay 2, row 13, just willing it to appear. And then I heard it—screaming, wailing, absolute feral frustration coming from a child nearby. And you know what? I felt him. I wanted to find that kid and say, “I completely understand. Same, buddy. SAME.” No one was stopping him, and I honestly envied that.
Because—ENOUGH already. The slow death of democracy, the Supreme Court circus, our so-called elected (but are they?) officials… The cruelty. The forceful suppression. The racism, sexism, all the damn isms. I want to scream and wail and throw a damn tantrum too.
But instead—I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep painting. And I’ll pour all that tantrum energy into revolting. The planets are aligned. Revolution is not only coming—it’s already begun.
❤️❤️❤️
Now that’s a revolution I can’t wait to be part of.
I love this so much. The return of the faeries! I
Remember as a child I knew them. Now
I have a 16 month old granddaughter and she is magical. We get to remember together. ☮️🧚🏽
Not gonna lie, this Uranus transit, given the history, does bring up fear and apprehension in me. I deeply hope this time won’t follow in the footsteps of the violence and bloodshed of the past. Given that, I extra appreciate the addition of the perspective of the Faerie energy in this round of revolution. That feels like a real balm and hope of getting to do this cycle differently.
Thank you, Helen, and yes, to all you said.
Nora, I just want to say that I applaud you for calling the shit out, calling a spade a spade, the stuff that just is not right. Yes, it may all be part of serving the highest good in the end, but we can't just sit by and not call out the wrongness around us when we see it 🧚 ❤️
Thank you, Lindsey.