Friday, August 26, 2011

A Meditation on the Element of Water

Water, like love, connects us without an embrace.  ~ Lawren Leo

Standing on the shore, half the sun was gone as I watched evening segue into night. A regal presence filled the waters as he slowly dropped his head below the surface, leaving behind a crown of foam in its wake. With envy, I imagined the sun relieved of his duties, finally settling into the comfort of the sea’s bed.

I looked out over a liquid expanse of glossy dark hues, a childhood world of mermaids, titans and jeweled encrusted shells. A warm, salty breeze passed over my skin and I became aware of Mother Ocean’s sentience.

The crest of a wave paused at its crescendo, the whites of its foam giving a moment’s glance before falling on my feet and retreating backwards, pulling me with a fingerless grip. The soles of my feet molded into wet sand. I could feel the ocean’s heart pumping, circulating wave after saline wave, out from its center onto the shore, and then dragged back to its ventricles, a rhythmic flow lulling me into trance.

In a dream-like state I began wading through the shallows, out into the pulsating deep. Wind and water mingled, baptizing me with smoky wisps of spray. At chest level I could feel the pull of the tides, undulating waters calling me to leave the world of form behind. Relinquishing, I pushed up from the sand below and dove into a warm, thick swell. All became silent.

I am liquid, my point of consciousness is one with the ocean. Problems are foreign matter here, forced out, like air bubbles to the surface. A sudden realization that I could do anything I wanted floods my senses with freedom. I am one with the ocean’s mysteries; I sense her motion, her receptivity.

With a magical thought, my back transforms into the surface of the ocean and I am looking downward through the depths of my waters. There are starfish all around me, manta rays are moving in slow motion, and a giant seahorse floats suspended in time. They all speak to me, a poetic illumination, translated through the undines: water, like love, connects us without an embrace.

A slender ray of light catches my attention. It is the sun, about to rise. Soon, he will lift from the waters, bringing my consciousness with him. I will be awakened from this reverie and united with my physical body to once again fulfill another day’s duties. But until then, it is still night, and I am still water. So I join the sweet, angelic hum of a passing current, and slowly, ever so slowly, disappear into its oblivion.

Magical associations of the element of water:
  • Some of the properties are serenity, purification, universal love, psychic ability, the unconscious mind, dream and altered states, and healing.
  • It is symbolized by the cups in the tarot and represents the emotions.
  • Water elementals are known as undines and their ruler is Nicksa.
  • The archangel Gabriel presides over the element of water.
  • The colors blue and orange are associated with water.

Suggested reading:
  • Deepak Chopra. Peace is the Way: Bringing War and Violence to an End, (Harmony Books, 2005)
  • Brian Cotnoir. The Weiser Concise Guide to Alchemy, (Weiser, 2005)
  • Scott Cunningham. Earth, Air, Fire & Water, (Llewellyn, 2002)
  • Masaru Emoto. The Hidden Messages in Water, translated by David Thayne (Beyond Worlds, 2005)
  • Sandra Kynes. Sea Magic: Connecting with the Ocean's Energy, (Llewellyn, 2008)
  • Gede Parma. By Land, Sky & Sea: Three Realms of Shamanic Witchcraft, (Llewellyn, 2010)

Lawren Leo can be reached for psychic counsel at (954) 788-4988 or:

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Dark Moon's Courage

Last night I had a dream:

At first, I was the night, as if emerging from a bottle of black ink. My arms, a dark blanket cradling a forest of tall trees. They seemed naked and vulnerable, perhaps stripped of their leaves by a dishonorable fall wind. Dutifully, I stretched my arms wide to keep them hidden within my darkness. How fierce a protectress the night is, I thought as I stared at a sickle-shaped moon. And then, I started to change form.

Dead twigs cracked beneath my knees as my body became solid and took human shape. I was kneeling now, alone, in the forest among the trees. I looked up at the beauty of a deep purple sky punctured through with starlight. While all the time feeling gravity’s cruel pressure burdening my shoulders. Was I kneeling in wonderment or supplication? Oh brother trees, have pity on me, if only my knees could take root and join you in such sublime solitude -

A flash of unexpected light accompanied by a sharp pain in my forehead cut my woe mid-sentence. Was it a hunter’s arrow? Maybe the goddess Diana? Or, had the gods slung the sickle-moon at me in a moment of myth-making drama? Then, I heard these words:

Courage. That is all I have ever taught you.

The voice conjured an image in my mind. If only you could have heard it - commanding and melodious, admonishing and accepting, a youthful woman yet a mature warrior. How close I felt to this voice whose mystery was hidden in self-contradiction.

I can’t entirely explain what happened next; except that all my emotions, good and bad, were soaked up by something otherworldly. It was as if a black hole had opened before me, sucking my soul clean of all debris, leaving an immaculate vacuum for her words to germinate. Courage. That is all I have ever taught you. And then, I changed form, one last time.

A desire to locate something was my first sensation, then thirst. I was moving at a fast trot, snapping my way through indignant branches with a shake of antlers. Direction came easily. The smell of moist soil and bark made the wind a detailed map. A wild energy heated my body. This is what it feels like to be untamed, I thought with a joyous burst of freedom.

Slowing pace, I reached a pool of water where the river came to a stand-still. At its edge I leaned forward to drink, but stopped just short. The face of a white stag stared back with searching eyes. Courage. That is all I have ever taught you. This time the words were mine, spoke in unison with my proud, shadowy reflection. Our lips met in the water as I quenched my thirst.

Lawren Leo can be reached for psychic counsel at (954) 788-4988 or:

Monday, July 4, 2011

The Stone's Riddle

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it,
bearing within him the image of a cathedral. -
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

On my desk sits a fist-sized sardonyx stone. This is not your usual stone. It seems to me utterly perfect. It is smooth and glossy with hazy purples running into misty tones of gray, like watercolors suddenly turned into glass. It sits next to a tall, red, tapered candle. They want to be next to one another. For the candle’s flame magically reflects golden eyes and tongues onto its friend’s shiny surface. The stone radiates wisdom. It wants to speak. Captivated, I ask it to share a secret with me as I study its shape.

It’s an illusion. Those were the words it spoke. I pondered their meaning. And then, the stone spoke once more:

I am many names, yet none
Under each man’s gaze only one.

I understood the riddle quickly: a rock is not just a rock. To a practitioner of Santeria it may be an Elegua head, to a geologist a mineral with a clever Latin name, to a child a magical amulet. In a cemetery it becomes a tombstone, on a desk it functions as a paperweight. But under my gaze it became a promise.

We transform our lives with promises, a vow to diet, to remain loyal, to remain sober. Sharpening our willpower and training our thoughts helps us to tap into its ancient currents of intent and change. To make a promise is to wield magic and the place in which it begins is our inner temple.

Our inner temple is made of actions and deeds. Use this following exercise once a month to strengthen your will and self-esteem. As you do, the walls of your temple will become stronger, impenetrable. Until finally, you are able to sit in meditation at its center as the Universe reveals her mysteries.

(For this exercise you will need a piece of paper, something to write with and a stone, any size or color.)

Mind Over Matter
On one side of the paper write your wish or goal. (For example: Increased Creativity).

On the other side of the paper write seven promises that you will keep for seven days. You may want to structure it with dates, then your promise. Here are some of mine:

June 5, 2011
call an old friend

June 6, 2011
abstain from coffee or tea today

June 7, 2011
go out of my way to help someone

June 8, 2011
tell a funny joke

Once you have chosen the promises, write out all seven. Next, put it on your altar or table and place a stone on it. As the stone touches the paper it is symbolically sealing your word, very much like saying ‘Amen’ or ‘So be it!’ At the end of your seven-day commitment, when your ‘Promise Card,’ as I like to call it, is finished, you may burn it or simply throw it away. Remember to be gentle with yourselves. If you miss a day, simply start over. Do not put undue stress into the mixture.

Each day, when you reach for your stone say this affirmation: Now, my goals are within reach.

There are many ways to increase personal power and hone your will. Practice yoga, study the tarot and meditate to urge more creative moments. This, in conjunction with your Promise Card, will let your psyche’s architect discover new ways to build your inner temple.

Lawren Leo can be reached for psychic counsel at:

Monday, June 20, 2011

How to Catch a String of Good Luck

You don’t need to grow long nails to pick a string of luck from destiny’s ball of yarn. Rather, a few choice words and some ingenuity will create your own.

From string quartets to string cheese, humankind has given it a go. But a string of good luck is a tricky thing. Unable to be seen, only felt on an intuitive level, good luck is like the wind. Sensing its existence and general direction is the first part of calling it into your trajectory. Opening your heart and becoming receptive to its energies is the last.

Sense & Direction
Through the use of affirmations we can strengthen our intuition. Keeping them simple and in the present tense helps them travel to the subconscious mind. Here is one geared towards good fortune and guidance which you can use prior to the chant below:
Now, I intuitively take the most beneficial path.

Heart’s Receptivity
The secret of receptivity lies within our wish. As our heart’s desire beats, karma swirls from it, flowing in the universe, and then returns. Imagery and compassion towards others help to direct this force properly. Put this philosophy into action. After you are finished with the chant below, say:
String of good luck, at the end of your visit I pass you forward to another worthy person in need. Thank you in advance for your help.

(For this exercise you will need a piece of paper, something to write with, cinnamon, a yellow or lavender candle, and a plate to burn it on.)

Before you begin, here is a thought to set your mood: Imagine that you are a child trying to catch a butterfly. Running through the grass your gaze is fixed upward on its blue fluorescent wings. You jump here and there to catch it as it moves along at the whim of the wind. When you are tired, you lay down to catch your breath. You see a myriad of forms in the clouds passing by overhead: a castle, a brilliant white unicorn, a cluster of fluffy hearts. Time is tired too. For the moment, Nature's only clock is a slow-moving, but determined caterpillar inching its way beside you. Pastel petals follow yet another clock. They float lazily in the sun’s rays taking on the appearance of magical faeries. The cycle is complete when the butterfly lands on you.

On the piece of paper write the words ‘a string of good luck’ in the shape of a clockwise spiral. Place the plate on top of it and set your candle on the plate. Sprinkle a little cinnamon (associated with the sun and good luck) over the candle and then light it. Chant six times:

Sleight of hand, twist of fate
String of good luck spiral shaped
Once unseen, twice revealed
Into my life your power sealed.

Let the candle burn out naturally. Keep or burn the paper. Either way, your intent has already been spoken to the cosmos.

To all who follow my blog and read this text,
when my string of good luck is done may it visit you next. ~ L. Leo

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