Golden Rules – Part A of K
I have been rereading a book, something that has to do with some commandments. I like the sheath of the jacket, it suits the Autumn that I feel is coming and that I am even beginning to like it again.
Oh the pleasure of reading it one more time, knowing how my heart feels, it’s so relatable.
As usual, when I open a book for the first time, it’s most likely a reference book, I’ll go where it leads. However, a nonfiction will get the first page. The words I needed a few days ago had to do precisely with that; words.
The power of words.
That day and ever since, I’ve been catching up on the book, doing ah ha’s and Wishing.
THE SPIRIT DWELLS IN ALL THINGS. NAMES AND WORDS HAVE POWER.
The power of names and words
“Words create images in our mind. A name can create a mental image and a feeling. However, we are often unaware of how strongly names and words affect our daily reality, let alone our spirituality.”
In my case when it comes to names; MJ put together some beautiful letters to create my name. I had such a fabulous and mystical time putting forever tags on my Children. I can be thankful for that, oh yes I can, I can!!
Five times I planted my strong self in the rocking chair, well, more than five times, boy, do it right, woman! What I meant is that during pregnancies, take a new Soul, five times. During each of those special moments, I planted my huge, overwhelmingly waddling frame in the rocking chair to meditate, pray, talk, whatever we choose to call it. (I call it praying now, those days, oh no, I was meditating, haha), rubbing my belly hard as a turtle shell, because those babies were fully attentive, along with me in naming! Always alone, adrift, rocking up and back, slow and steady in that wooden chair that would wait in silence. No matter how long it took (sometimes it took more than one rocking session), when it came time to name my little riders, I instinctively wanted their input. In my dark mind, the letters were sliding across the canvas, like a power point presentation. Which at the time, um, I didn’t even know what that was!
Each one of them helped in the decision is what I know.
When I was a little girl with my dream fantasies, I had chosen my first two names… I was going to do my thing and have two babies, to include a boy and a girl. Good. I can laugh now at my thoughts so… ugh… just a little different now.
Shawn Michael and Shana Marie.
But wait now… My first junior… Wow, even with my little mind taken over, he let me know what was going on. subtly As we rocked, over and over again, I rocked my belly and, every once in a while, prayed that I wouldn’t have a redheaded baby. Now wait, don’t jump on me yet. My mother’s people are full of redheads, my sister, (Hello!) She has a beautiful auburn color coming out of her head! My son’s father had a dirty blonde/brown thing with his hair color. Mine was a major mix of red, brown, blonde, possibly even orange (as a hairstylist told me about my natural color, back then) (Hello, I’m turning 50 soon here, it’s color day), whatever … I would say, “Please, my God, don’t let me have a redheaded baby.” Not because of the red hair color or anything…it was because I wanted to save my son from the misery of being teased and bullied because he was different. Like my sister.
So my baby and I prayed and it was declared that Shawn Michael would stay called. After all, wasn’t there a reason why he already had that name? Or maybe he fits the Irish blood I think we have running through us? On the other hand, was it because I said that silly prayer and the Universe heard me say “Please let me have a redheaded baby”? Hhhmm, I wonder.
When she appeared, pretty orange from head to toe, that glorious red-gold hair shone on me. He shined me. It turns out that this 31-year-old tall drink of water fits perfectly with the name chosen.
My second Son tells me every time we talk about naming the whole name and the fact that he won and got to be called his first name. It was going to be Shane (variation of Shana, did you notice?) Then we hit the rocking chair after Shane was used by another family with a son who was close to our family at the time. It didn’t take long for it to come to me… it turns out that this strong, intense and beautiful blue-eyed Soul has a nickname that sounds great and suits him very well. His birth name is strong when you add all three together. Very pretty.
Three other Children were born to me, about 10 years later. Rocking chair, big mom and quiet times gave rise to three other amazing names… every name I’ve casually noticed, is very old…
I wanted to talk more about Words and the power they have…
THE WORD, THE FEATHER, THE SWORD: THINK, SPEAK, WRITE AND WEAVE MAGIC with clear understanding.
“As the aphorism rightly goes, ‘The pen is mightier than the sword.’ Our ancestors were aware of the truth of the power of the word. In magic and in life, they chose their words carefully. Languages developed. stories around key issues in a representative culture and the feelings of those people toward those issues.In addition, stories from around the world illustrate a strong belief in the power of words.Consider:
***In the Bible, God speaks so that all things exist.
***The Egyptian god Ptah utters words of manifestation to bring forth the Universe (and the Egyptians called their written language the speech of the Gods).
***In the Greco-Egyptian magical papri, the names of non-Greek and non-Egyptian deities are invoked, as well as long series of vowel sounds. Historians believe that these may have served a similar purpose to the Indian mantra, namely to transport the chanter into an extraordinary state of being, or to impart power and energy to the magical spell or ritual.
***Samurai warriors used a kiai (power shout) to focus and direct their intent before battle.
***The bard or troubadour of the Middle Ages used the emotional power of words (in songs and poetry) to influence people, either to help with a political or social cause, or to increase the amount of money received by a performance.
In my world, words, whether spoken, read, or heard, have always had and always will have a profound effect on me. We spit things out so quickly, often in anger, or hear words on a turned off TV in a corner, for reasons unknown but can send our moods on a wild roller coaster. The music we listen to too, the list goes on and on. If we think for a small moment that our words are not powerful. Look at the bullying that runs rampant in our country… too many times a young woman hears how ugly she is or the little boy is made fun of for his red hair… or, or, or… then an 18 year old takes his own life after hearing words that made his heart feel ashamed. A stupid rumor causes a gentleman to lose his job, which in turn leads to a divorce and his family torn apart. Be that as it may, our arrogant attitude towards what we allow ourselves to be influenced in regards to the media, and all the other crap, is causing us great damage. Consequently. And it seems that we don’t realize it.
More recently, my ears have been assaulted and I am not exaggerating when I choose that word. My trine is deeply hurt by the misguided anger and fears of others. And we all have to figure it out. Unfortunately, most of us choose not to grow up and discover our own yellow brick paths of happiness. I use the yellow brick road to jump in my mind, singing, ***lalalalala*** silly songs of joy…it’s a sunny day that comes to mind right now) I’m still jumping at least. I am thankful for this. Really.
If we can do one thing this day, if I can do one thing this day, I choose to speak words, think words, choose the diet of my mind wisely, and be the better for it.
