May 13

A GIFT FOR MOTHER’S DAY!

Hello All and Happy Mother’s Day. In honour of all of the times our mom’s were there to kiss the boo-boos and chase away the nightmares, I thought I would post a short story.
Bright Blessings
Judie

Happy Mother's Day
BUSTED
By Judie Troyansky

“You see April — Mommy’s in trouble!” June whispered urgently.

June and I had our ears pressed against our parents’ locked bedroom door. All we could hear was Mom’s low groaning. I would now need to pour a whole, entire bottle of shampoo into my ear to wash the image from my brain.

“Trust me Junie, Mom’s fine.” I took her hand and led her back to her princess-pink room. “Let’s just go back to bed and you can ask Mom all about it in the morning.”

“But….”

“You want me to get my driver’s license, don’t you? I have to do my test tomorrow. And then I’ll have my license and we can go out for a drive.”

“Just us? A June-and-April day?”

“Yeah…Okay…That works…Let’s just…”

“No!” She said slipping by me. “I can’t just leave Mom like that.” She put her ear to the door. “Listen to her. What if she’s sick? I think we have to call an amblance.”

“Mom doesn’t need an ambulance. Besides if she was sick, Dad would know about it. He IS in the room too.”

“But Daddy can sleep with the TV on. He probably doesn’t even know she’s sick.”

“I know for a fact that Daddy is awake in there.” I kneeled on the floor so we would be the same height. “Look June. Our parents are fine. Mom is probably having a nightmare. Can we please just go back to sleep.”

Her chin started to quiver and tears were starting to trickle down her cheeks.

“Mom has nightmares? Just like me?”

I did the math. June was in the hallway, trying to get to Mom in the middle of the night. “Well actually June….It’s like this….Mom isn’t having a nightmare….She’s…She’s wrestling with a nightmare! See there was a nightmare sneaking around the house and Mom caught it and she locked it in her room and is fighting with it so it won’t get to us.”

“But what about Daddy?”

Dad let out a moan. “You hear that! He’s helping Mommy.” I guided her back to her room.

She stopped in front of her door. “April, do you think that there are any other nightmares walking around the house?”

“How about we sleep together in my bed? Just in case.”

“That’s a good idea. I wouldn’t want you to be scared.” She crawled across my bed and slip under the quilt. “April, do you think I should paint a nice picture tomorrow for Mommy and Daddy; to thank them for fighting with the nightmare?”

I yawned.“They’ll like that. And I’ll help you spell what ever you want. But in the morning.”

“I think I’ll write ‘I heard you wrestling. Hope it all turned out okay’.”

I chewed on my lip and tried not to smile. “I think that’s perfect.” I tucked the covers around my little sister. She rolled on to her side and was soon fast asleep.

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May 06

THE MEDIUM HAS THE MESSAGE

Every so often, one of us will be called on to give readings. Carol is a medium. I read tarot. But Mist’s talent is unique. She does spirit drawings of guides and ancestors as she is giving her messages. Mist once explained, “Some people do automatic writing. I draw pictures. My guide takes my hand and sometimes even I am surprised at the results.”

Drawing by Mist

At a psychic tea, some time ago, a client came to Mist for a reading. The young woman sat down in the chair opposite Mist and her easel. Mist relaxed and allowed her guide to take control of her hand.
“I have a spirit of a woman who says she was your mother,” Mist pulled out her pastels and she drew the first lines of the face. Mist rubbed her lower back. “By the feeling I’m getting here, I can say that she had kidney problems.”
The client nodded her head in agreement. “She passed of cancer that started in her kidney.”
“She wants me to tell you that she’s proud of how you are handling things, but she feels you are going off the path. You are ignoring your dreams.” The face was oval with high cheekbones.
“Well there are two men that I’m interested in. Can she tell me which one I should choose?”
“She says that these men aren’t important.” Mist reached for the most startling blue she had in order to draw in the eyes. “Neither one is good for you. They are distracting you from following your heart’s desire and achieving your goal.”
“One is someone that I work with and dating him could cause a whole mess of problems.”
“And she wants you to know that he’s married and will never leave his wife.” The mouth in the portrait had a slight frown. “His wife controls the purse.”
“The other one isn’t as handsome but he’s kind and has a good heart.”
“But this other one is also controlling and will keep you from your goals.” The woman in the portrait was stiff. One shoulder came forward. Mist drew the woman’s fist over her heart.
“It’s so hard to choose.”
“It’s not hard at all!” Mist drew a sweep of dark hair across the broad forehead. “She wants you to ignore both of them. She wants you to remember what YOU wanted for YOUR life. Both of these people just want your energy. Your goal lies beyond them. Once you are on your path again, you will find the person who will stand by you and help you achieve your life’s purpose.
The girl thought for a moment. “You’re right. Going with a married man is a stupid thing to do; especially since we work together.”
Mist sprayed the portrait with fixative and showed it to the client.
“That’s my mother, all right.” The girl said with a smile. She thanked Mist and went to show the drawing to her friends.
“I’m sure she heard what you said,” Mist whispered.
The spirit sighed as she faded away. “She never listened to me when I was alive either.”

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Apr 09

FINDING A HEART

I’ve been trying to figure out what to write for this week’s blog post.

I thought I’d start with “Spring” and the return of Persephone to her mother Demeter but I think I’ll leave Greek mythology, and mother and daughter relationships for another time.

Passover and Easter fell on the same day this year. So I thought that would make a good post. Passover is about the Jews release from bondage in Egypt and Easter is about the death and resurrection of Christ.  So together, they are symbolic of returning to the ways of the Creator?

Yeah, even writing that made no sense to me. But for some reason it works really well in my head.

The Jews were in Egypt and weren’t able to practice their religion and Christ was the Creator’s envoy on Earth and by the end of the holiday, both find their way out of bondage and return to the Creator’s ways.

Yeah, it still doesn’t work.

Passover being a holiday in which my mother cooks everything that isn’t nailed down, I was called into kitchen service. She was taking some potatoes from the bag and she started to laugh. In her hand was a potato in the shape of a heart.  You can see it in the photo. Then it came to me – that is what this time of year is about.  It’s about remembering where your heart is.

Found in a bag of potatos

We begin by looking backwards. We clean up the winter trash from our gardens. Take out last year’s summer clothes and inventory what we still like. We remember trying to sit still in Church beside our parents. Or at the kids’ end of the Seder table, waiting to ask the Four Questions or keeping watch while a cousin stole an olive or a soup nut.  We were impatient to get to page 28 in the Haggadah which marked the end of the prayers and the serving of the chopped liver.

We think about all of those who are gone now, those who made the holiday memories, and those who left their marks on our traditions.

Spring is also a time to look forward. The tulips poke their leaves above the ground and the trees begin to bud. We become the ones who hide the Easter eggs and smile at our searchers. And we move up from the kids table and congratulate the youngest as he finishes asking the Four Questions.

This time of year is about family.  For better or worse, they are our first teachers. We build on our experiences and accept or reject what we learned from them.  Then we pass that promise on to those who come after us, hoping that they’ll keep us in their hearts.

Bright Spring Blessings
Judie

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Apr 02

Negative Self Talk or Dealing with the Infernal Internal Editor

Last week I talked about my Troublesome Gerbil. This week, I would like to introduce you to the Person that not only trains the Gerbil, but keeps it on the wheel – The Infernal Internal Critic. The idea of the critique is to make the piece or the plan better. A true critic will add what they enjoyed in the work as well as what parts have holes. They will not to take the thing apart for the sake of having power over the artist. And they won’t make the critique personal; dragging your life’s history into what is troubling them about the idea or the work. A good critique will leave you feeling thoughtful, not decimated.

The Infernal Internal Critic is about destruction. It is that little voice in your head that says “No! That’s wrong! You can’t do that! What will people think?” They can be a composite of many people: from some control-freak of an employer you once had, to your third grade teacher with the icy stare.  This voice is made up of every person who never had a kind word to say and made every problem in the world your fault. The point is, somewhere along the way, we’ve taken all of these negative voices and internalized them and molded them into the Infernal Internal Critic.

So, if you’re willing, we are going to try a little magic. We are going to fire the Infernal Internal Critic.

First thing to do is to get them out of your head and into something concrete. Draw them on a piece of paper, write their life history, or make a collage of the way they make you feel when you hear their voice, or you can do what I did, and sculpt them out of wax. The idea is to get a physical image that can be destroyed.

Now this part will appeal to your inner child because we are going to Fire our Infernal Internal Critic.  When I was a little girl, back before color TV, I couldn’t understand the concept of someone being fired from a job. The only fire that I knew about was the fire like on the end of a candle. So to be ‘fired’ meant to set someone on fire. (Okay, so it’s an extreme way to leave a job – but I was really, really young.)

So this is what I did to get rid of my Infernal Internal Critic. I began by sitting down and going into a meditative state. As I sculpted the wax, I listened to every crappy lie the Infernal Internal Critic had to say about me and my desires and dreams.  There were a couple of times that I stopped and walked away. But I wasn’t going to let it win. I was getting his pet gerbil off the wheel, once and for all.

 

When the figure was finished, I had him. This was the Infernal Internal Critic! I no longer associated him with any single person, living or dead, whom I may have encountered in this or any of my lifetimes.

I held Infernal Internal Critic in the palm of my hand and I told the wax figure that I couldn’t trust his assessments anymore and their services were no longer required. Once I felt I had gotten all of that influence off my chest, I set fire to it. After it was just a puddle of goo I threw it in the garbage. If you are working with a paper figure, you can flush it down the toilet.

Afterwards, I went back into meditation and hired a cheerleader/CEO who could look at things with a critical eye without being mean.

We need to have constructive critics (both internally and externally) to keep us from getting into too much trouble, and to make our dreams into reality by asking us the tough questions and helping us examine the path we intend to take. Because the only difference between a dream and a goal is the work we are willing to put into it.

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Mar 26

WRITER’S BLOCK or IT’S TIME TO KILL THE F-ING GERBIL

When the Wheel hits Light Speed“Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.”
William Shakespeare

This blog has been dormant for a long time and I’m sorry. I could claim it was because I was busy or I was sick or I had been kidnapped by aliens. But the truth is I was run over by a gerbil on an exercise wheel.

Let me explain; I’ll be working on something, like trying to find a topic for a blog post and doubt will begin to creep in. The doubts come on small at first, disguised as an innocent thought like, “I need a better word then that one.”

One little thought.

Then, like the gerbil on an exercise wheel – always speeding up but never getting anywhere – the doubt starts to gain momentum, until I judge the sentences aren’t in the right order and then the paragraph is all wrong.

Like a gerbil on a wheel, the doubts start gaining velocity until they hit light speed. And, like anything traveling faster than the speed of light, the doubts can travel through time! I begin to examine everything I have ever written and pre-judge everything I intend to write and I don’t know why I started the blog in the first place.

The gerbil and its suitcase filled with doubt tours my mental universe while I avoid the task and hope it will all go away. I succumb to writers block and watch TV or play games on the computer. The doubts win.

Eventually though something will call me back to the task – it could be something that I read or a word said in passing that tells me it’s time to get to work. Time to get out of my own way. Time to kill the F*ing Gerbil!

So I’m back. I have to remember that this is a work in progress. It will change and grow as the Bohemian Sisterhood changes and grows. This is a path, not a destination. There are ways to get the gerbil off the wheel, and next week I’ll explain how I fired my gerbil.

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Jan 01

WELCOME 2012

Happy New Year!!!

So here we are – another year come and gone.

This is the one that’s supposed to be the END OF DAYS! Or not

According to numerology, 2012 is a 5 year. We have five senses, five bones in our skull and five fingers on each hand.

The number five is about clearing away the old and welcoming the new. It’s a year of action. Any words you can think of that ends in ‘ing’ are represented in a five year.

E.A Wallis Budge, in his book “Amulets and Superstitions” (published in 1930), “The number 5 is most holy and lucky, according to some writers, and it is symbolic and a sign of completeness.”

In the Tarot, 5th card in the Major Arcana is the Hierophant. He symbolizes turning away from the material and regaining the spiritual path. In the Minor Arcana, the 5s are about taking down the past and rebuilding for the future.

The 5th Chakra is the Throat – Communication and Speaking your Truth.

So what will 2012 bring? A lot of activity and tearing down of the old ways. The 1% is fed up and even those that didn’t sit in the Occupy camps, are going to speak up. They’ll say it with their talent and they will say it with their time and they’ll say it with how they spend their money. If the 80s were about having more, 2012 will be about wanting less. And our finally learning the difference between a want and a need.

In my opinion, 2012 is going to shake us up. Maybe physically, but definitely spiritually and emotionally. So all of my classmates, we who were born in 1961 and 1962, I suggest we hang on to your hats. We are 50 in a 5 year. Be prepared for the ride of your life!

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Nov 01

HAPPY NEW YEAR! – TWO DOWN AND ONE TO GO

Happy New Year

Happy New Year - Again

As a Jewish-born Pagan, I have the good fortune of having three New Year’s celebrations; Rosh Hashanah, from my Jewish roots, Samhain or Halloween, from my chosen path and the one that falls on December 31st.
Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur are the time when God is supposed to look at the Book of Life and decide if our names will be inscribed there. Please Lord; make sure that my family and my friends are included in this volume. And can you please give me the hero’s role this time? I can use some ‘happily ever after’ right about now. The damsel in distress is getting very old and I don’t have the fortitude to be the villain.
Halloween is the time to honour the ancestors; to welcome those who are coming into this world and bid farewell to those who have left. The Bohemian Sisters and I have all lost parents (and while my mother is still here, she had a very close call last year.) It’s funny how we say they’re ‘lost’. They know where they are. We just can’t communicate with them as easily as we used to. For all those teenage times when we ignored their words, now we strain to listen. Can they hear us when we ask their advice? Do they roll their eyes and shake their heads and say “I told you so”?
Now we wait for the third – we resolutely promise to make the changes in our lives. We just need a little encouragement. Just make sure that we’re in the next chapter of the book and a little kick in the behind once and a while from those in the know wouldn’t hurt either.

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Sep 25

It’s the 21st Century – Where’s my Jet-Pack?

Original Photoshop image by Judie TroyanskyI did a tarot reading for a woman the other day and she asked about one of her children who were confused about what program to follow in school. I told her that the child should study what interests her because the career she would eventually follow hadn’t been invented yet. That was the second time I said that to a parent.

It got me thinking about when I was in elementary school. I was probably in grade five when my friends and I realized that we were going to be around in the 21st century. Remember, I’m talking about the late 1960s. The Vietnam War was still going on. The Beatles were still together. We still had a milkman!
And we were going to be turning 40 when the calendar said 2001! It was going to be so cool! We’d probably have jobs on the moon or be able to fly to Japan in one hour. We’d be able to have robots to clean our rooms and call people on video phones.

While there is no employment on any moon base, we can call people on video chat with Skype and we walk around with cell phones the size of Captain Kirk’s communicator. And things continue to change faster than we realize. When I was in high school in the 70s, or even when I went back to university at the age of 40, eBook publisher wasn’t on anyone’s list of ‘what I want to be when I grow up’.

Things are changing very fast. I’m typing this post on a computer that I can lift with one hand. (Remember the first computers I saw filled a room and had less computing power then my pocket calculator.) You might be reading this on your lap-top, or your desktop or even your phone. But it all came on so subtly that we never even noticed how much we’ve changed or how far we’ve come.

My seven-year-old niece was over the other day and she wanted to know what video games I liked to play when I was her age.
“None,” I answered. “They hadn’t been invented yet.” Then I tried to explain that a lot of things weren’t around when I was her age. “What do you mean you didn’t have a computer when you were my age?” My niece asks, astounded. “If you didn’t have a computer, how did you check your email?”

And I think, “Oh, baby-girl, you’ll be 45 in 2050. And you’ll be sitting with your children and telling them about the time you had to use a keyboard to input information into a computer. You’ll tell them how you rode around in a thing called a car that used gasoline. And you’ll tell them not to laugh, because back in your parents’ day, kids didn’t even have robots to clean their room.

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Aug 29

THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER – AND OTHER OMENS

Once upon a time, when I first stepped into this crazy world of spirit, I asked my guides to send me a sign that they were around. At one time in our history, everyone paid attention to omens as signs from the Gods of what actions we humans were supposed to take. The patterns of a bird’s flight, the way a chestnut popped in the fire, the residue of the tealeaves or coffee grounds in the bottom of a cup were all ways for the spirit world to make their advice known.
“Send me roses,” I said in my meditation one morning. “Not ones in meditation, they are too easy to doubt. And not the ones in my front yard either. I already know they’re there. Just find some other way to send me roses and let me know you’re around.”
The next day, I was on the bus to work. Happy to get a seat, I sat down and began to read my book. A car honked outside the window. I looked up. A woman getting on the bus was carrying a gift bag with a great big rose on the front. That day at lunch, I went to the food court in the mall. I found the place I wanted to eat, got a tray and got in line. I looked up at the menu and saw the special was pasta in Rosé sauce. (Yes, I rolled my eyes too.) Then a woman got in line behind me, talking to her friend about the gift she had received – the long stem rose on her tray.
Since then I pay attention to small things that are out of the ordinary. The signs I get are pretty consistent. If spirit thinks I should get back to my writing or another creative endeavour, I find a spider on the wall. Spiders are written about in myths cross-culturally for their weaving ability and their creativity. If have been procrastinating and spirit thinks I should get back to work, I will see an ant.
Last week, I turned to open the window in my office and there, on the screen, was a grasshopper. I mean: ants and spiders I get – but a grasshopper?
Then I remembered Aesop’s fable, ‘The Ant and the Grasshopper’. It’s one of the reasons that I associate the ant with hard work. In the story, the ant uses his time to prepare for the coming winter, while the grasshopper plays the entire summer away. When the summer is over and the cold weather sets in, the ant is comfortable with his food and shelter, but the grasshopper hasn’t anything.
So what does the grasshopper mean? Maybe I should start putting away money for a rainy day? Nope, I do that already. That’s rule one of the ‘freelancer’s handbook.’
Maybe it’s about perseverance? My office is on the second floor, so the fact that a grasshopper made it all the way up to my window screen is definitely a sign of perseverance or a really confused bug. But I am still sending these blog posts out into the void, and I’m still submitting short stories to magazines and working on a novella and another novel while I wait for comments on a second, completed novel that’s out with my friendly readers.
Then I remembered what the grasshopper stood for in the story. He was about having fun – something that has been lacking in my life. Between juggling freelance contracts, working on my fiction writing and dealing with my mother’s current health issues, I don’t remember the last time I went out to ‘play’.
Have you played today? Or are there other omens showing up in your life?
As part of my play-time, I have attached my favourite version of “The Ant and The Grasshopper” as done by the Muppets. Have fun!

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Aug 21

F.O.R.G.E.T

Mist and I were talking about my precocious 7-year old niece. A family friend had asked her to sign her emails with ‘love and kisses’. So she said she would write herself a note to never forget to write it. Then she changed her mind. “The note will say to always write hugs and kisses because I don’t know how to spell forget.”
“That can be a problem”, Mist said, “Because unless you can forget, you can’t forgive. They are two sides of the same coin.
“There are a lot of people who forgive but don’t forget. So they tell the other person that they forgive them, but something happens and the memory of what hurt them resurfaces and they are angry all over again. But the action hasn’t been repeated – just the memory. The one who has been forgiven goes along their merry way, but the one who hasn’t forgotten is stewing in their own emotions.” Mist poured another cup of tea.
“Remembering the hurt, even if it’s only from time to time, re-energizes the situation. And your inner consciousness it is registered over and over again, building up again layer upon layer. It is like you never bothered to overcome the hurt – like you never forgave the action at all. The hurt is not healed; it just has to scab over again. This dis-ease in our emotions is what creates the disease in our bodies.

“When we understand that this person didn’t know any better we can forgive them and… not forget the action that caused us pain, but understand that we cannot expect more out of them than what the Good Lord put into them.”
“This doesn’t mean you become a doormat and let this person step on you over and over again. Because there are people out there who love taking advantage of a forgiving heart. And just because you forgive them, it doesn’t mean that you have to keep them in your life.
“Forgiveness isn’t only about them, it’s about you. Because, in the end, who does the anger hurt – not them – you. The anger deflates your energy, not theirs.
“So what do you think? Is it worthwhile to take the trouble, to forget and not energize the pain???”

Mist passed the plate of melon around again. “Whether you keep them in your life or not; when you forgive, forget. Let the anger go. Don’t let them keep that power over you. Know that, like you, they are also a child of God and they didn’t know any better. So if your niece has a problem with the word – it is spelled F –O-R-G-E-T.”

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