UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: spirituality

  • Spooned a Program, Swallowed a Question Mark…

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    Hmm… where do I even begin? I’m curious about everything. The state of the world? The real reason we’re here? Why are we born into families that trigger us like a faulty alarm system? And why, after all that, are we expected to pay bills and clap politely at weddings? I wonder… is this really…

  • Granny Frass: Who’s Got a Key to Your Vault?

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    Granny Frass Says: Watch Who’s Robbing Your Soul Bank (Looking at You, Bully & Fanny)… Well now, pet, gather in, because I’ve a thing or two to say about Soul Banks.And more importantly, about the pair of soul pickpockets that snuck around this family for years: Bully and Fanny McFox. See, I always told you…

  • Check Your Balance: The Quiet Economy of Your Soul…

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    The Soul Bank: Check Your Balance… A friend of mine from California rang me this morning. Now, she’s one of those people who’ll have you howling laughing one minute and rethinking your whole life the next. And this morning, she casually dropped a line that’s still rattling around my head: “You’ve got to mind your…

  • Granny Frass, Sage, and the Sacred Turf Shed…

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    Well now, would ya look at you, walking round the house with sage in one hand, a crystal stuffed down your bra, and chatting away to the Almighty like He’s your next-door neighbor. Fair play to ya, pet. Fair play. That’s the kind of spirituality I can get behind. None of your stiff-collared sermons or…

  • Sage, Crystals, and Conversations with God…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: How important is spirituality in your life? Spirituality’s always been one of those things I’ve felt more than defined. I believe in a higher power, whether it’s God, the Universe, my Higher Self, or some version of all three having a laugh at my expense some days. I believe in the things…

  • Same Soil, Different Seeds…

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    What Makes People Tick? A Little Chat About Vibes, Wiring, and the Ones Who Just Don’t Get It… Have you ever looked at someone, maybe someone in your own family, and wondered, what on earth makes them tick? I’ve been thinking about it lately. Why do some people move through the world with a sense…

  • What’s Really Wrong With Them?

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    What’s Really Wrong With Them? A Spiritual Look at Narcissists and the Soulless Walking Wounds Among Us… I’ve talked a lot lately about narcissists – the gaslighting, the manipulation, the lies, the endless games. The walking disasters dressed up in charm and self-pity. But beyond the psychology textbooks and TikTok therapy trends, I’ve been sitting…

  • The Wondrous World of Spiritual Beliefs..

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    The Wondrous World of Spiritual Beliefs: A Sarcastic Exploration Welcome to the Cosmic Coffee Shop Pull up a chair, dear reader. Grab your herbal tea, adjust your crystals, and maybe light a lavender-scented candle – because we’re about to take a meandering, mildly inappropriate, and completely unrequested journey through the strange and sparkly world of…

  • Trusting Your Inner Compass…

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    Trusting Your Inner Compass: How I Learned to Follow My Gut… From the moment I was a child, I never quite fit the mold. I was the kid asking too many questions, poking at the edges of what was ‘acceptable,’ and generally making everyone – including our parish priest a bit uncomfortable. But beneath all…

  • A Message from Darcifer: Of Stones, Spirits, and Kindred Souls from Afar…

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    So… you brought the Americans to Newgrange, did you? I must confess, I had my doubts. Thought it would be the usual – a gaggle of jet-lagged Yanks snapping selfies, mispronouncing Brú na Bóinne, and asking where they could get a decent cup of coffee. But I’ll hand it to you, lass – you travel…