By the day: Reading, it’s not an old school thing…

Books are so valuable, I don’t think people even really realize it. There was a time where certain books weren’t even allowed. A long time ago, the church as well as the government used to determine what the people were allowed to have, in terms of education and resources of information. There was even a time that you weren’t allowed to own a Bible yourself!

As the world around us took shape throughout the centuries, different books and topics went through so many challenges. People had to abide by what the law said. Unfortunately, in a lot of ways it is still like this. There is the notion that we have more freedom now than we used to. I suppose it is true to some degree… But censorship is still a tremendous problem in terms of education, spirituality, and what people are allowed to know in terms of truth.

I have always valued books even in my past life times. As a little girl growing up in this day and age, we had a library right around the corner from us. It was actually only just one block away next to the playground, located inside the police station. I was always so alone and you know what?… If I had the opportunity to go back and do it all over again and I was forced to choose between having friends or those books… I would have chosen the books.

Books, even if fictional provide the mind with a great deal of exercise. But today, people have so much technology that they don’t read from books. They read from tablets, kindles, laptops, and cellular devices. And while it is a privilege to be able to access information at your fingertips, it is dangerous to rely on only technological devices for reading. It’s been proven that reading on a screen can hurt your eyes great deal, and the radiation coming from the devices as well, has been known to linked to cancer. I never felt the same amount of magic in reading from a device, as I did reading from the old pages of a book. As a small child, I breezed through 500 paged books. I learned how to read at age two with simple books. I was able to read a basic book by four or five. Afterwards, it didn’t matter what type of book it was, I was devouring it. I used to absolutely love the smell of an old book.

By the time we moved to West Berlin, the library was just right there around the corner and I would go there every single day. I would read reference books, dictionaries, encyclopedias, and any kind of fiction or nonfiction. I just wanted to learn. There was one time though, that I had committed a terrible crime. I’ll tell you about it, but I’m not proud of it at all.

Have you ever smelled the air and it just brought you back to a time in your life? The scent just somehow brought to life a flashback of a vivid memory? Well that’s what happened to me today. Smelling the chilly Autumn air outside reminded me of a day in the Fall when I was eight years old. I wanted so badly to read a new book, but I had devoured a lot of the ones that the librarian had already had. It was only a small public library afterall, most books had been donated by the community or by residents. New books were purchased through the local book fair. The librarian was responsible for ordering all of the new books that were popular and award-winning. She wasn’t always on time though. There were many times that I went in there and requested one of the books that I had seen advertised at school, but she had always said that she hadn’t gotten it yet. I would wait patiently, sometimes as long as a few months. My father worked very hard but was not a man with money. Sometimes he couldn’t even afford just to give me five dollars for a new book through the Scholastic book fair at school. I would sit at my desk while all the children’s orders came in. Honestly, I would say he let you read into a lot of those kids and saw that they would look through it once or twice and then it would get lost somewhere in their room. I wondered why me, out of all of the people in the classroom that actually honored books and wisdom, had to be the only child left out. I was happy for them though. What a gift right? They never even realized the precious treasures that they held right there in their hands. Not to mention that they could have been a little more grateful considering their parents spent the money on it. One time one of the classmates name is Neil, had his book on his desk and just started taking a look at it and afterwards chucked it across the room at his friend. He had knocked the kid in the back of his head with it. Suddenly, a game of hot potato began. I just shook my head. What was the use of saying anything after all? But then again, sometimes hearing a few words of wisdom from someone, could help out a great deal. So I told Neil: “You know my father can never afford to even buy me one of these books, and every single time we have a book fair your parents are so generous so as to buy you a few. But yet you throw them around as if they’re meaningless. it’s not out of respect for the book, at least don’t throw it to respect your parents in their hard earned money. Plus, somebody else might like that book if you don’t.”

At first, Neil sat there looking at me in disbelief. All of the other kids have been laughing, playing along, or cheering in the background. And here comes Alura, acting so old in her years chastising them. But you know what? He stopped playing that game very quickly and passed the book on over to me, and asked if I wanted to borrow it. I took it, and I thanked him. But of course his friend turned around and snickered to him: “She’s weird”. Nevertheless, book fair after book fair, there were notebooks in the order box for me. I had to resort to the library which I was absolutely much more thankful for any help. It got me out of the house, and the librarian while an old woman, became my friend. 

The following school year had begun. They always had a new book fair a few weeks after school has started. For me, I knew already not to expect much of anything. I had already had my routine each week, riding my bike or taking a short walk around the corner, to the library for a good read. Even though the library and was a bit late with the new were books, I was still able to find great reads in the meantime. I remember hopping on my cute little beach bike with the yellow banana seat that my dad had gotten me at the swap meet, and throwing my small book bag over my shoulders. I had already been home from school about two hours, having spent about an hour of that time jumping through the leaves in the streets. All of the neighbors had pushed their leaves together for the kids to have an enormous pile. I had always waited for all of the other kids to go inside before I went out to go jump in them. are usually rode my bike after homework and an hour of outdoor time. Then I would stop at the library on Thursdays. It just so happened to be Thursday, and I had it in my mind to want to read a book especially about algebra. don’t ask me why I choose algebra. We had already learned a bit about it in school and it wasn’t a subject I was fond of. I guess I wanted to excel in it little better because I wanted more than anything to continue receiving honor roll another year. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents. I think the only thing my father ever expected of me was to get good grades and to maintain keeping my room clean…. Which lucky for him, I was a kid that loved both learning and cleaning LOL.

Riding on over to the library, the air was crisp and clean. Back then it was already chilly and the leaves were changing color by September. It was so very much unlike today where September sometime still carries a bit of warmth and the leaves are slow in transitioning. I enjoyed the rich blend of aromas coming from each and every tree. I was admiring also the colors and all of the berries of the dogwood trees that were common in my neighborhood. I was proud also to be riding that bike that my father bought me too. I had even gotten a burst of bravery and ran up on the curb to jump off of it like some of the kids in the neighborhood did with their BMX bikes LOL. I don’t know what got into me LOL. I guess it was just a pure excitement of the end of summer in the beginning of the Autumn which brought the end of the angelic year. Although many people had no knowledge of that back then, I often celebrated it alone and here I was just very much excited overall of the start of it. I didn’t even need a bunch of festivities or activities to do, because I was even content with just the energy of it. When I finally got to the library, I parked my bike in the bike rack outside and walked up the steep set of brick stairs out front. When I got inside, I could smell the scent of the police department which was not at all pleasant whatsoever, because it smelled a little too overly sanitized. Nevertheless, making my way to the basement where the library was located, when I walked through the door I noticed that the librarian was not at her desk like she usually was. Instead she was digging around in the back. I said hello, But she didn’t hear me because I was not really very low spoken. So I just went about my business of looking around in the algebra section until I would have another chance to say hi to her, when she was done. Finally she had come around from behind all of the sacks of books that she had been sorting. “Well hello there Ally, I hadn’t known that you were here. You always come in so quietly dear”. I told her that I had said hello but after realizing she couldn’t hear me, I didn’t want to yell in the library. So I told her I was just waiting for her to get finished before repeating my greeting. She said it would have been all right had a been a little loud after all there were no other people there. After expressing how happy she was to see me, she went on to tell me how lonely other day it was. She said that there hadn’t been a lot of people throughout the week. I thought she must be truly lonely in that type of job, having to work there in the basement at the police station without many visitors. I think I related a lot to her through the loneliness that we both experienced in life. She was a heavyset woman, with short hair and glasses, probably in her 40s. Her husband had passed away seven years before, she had never told me how he died, but I could see psychically that it had been through cirrhosis of the liver. I truly felt sorry for her because they had never had any children either. All that she had were a couple of pets that she treated like kids. I knew that she wanted children, and her selection and her job definitely showed that she was a woman that likes children a lot. So, I told her I would hang out for a little bit and we sat down at one of the little tables and talked about newer books that were getting ready to be released, of all different kinds. She had introduced me to a new author and then the telephone rang. As she took the car, eyebrows around for a few more minutes waiting for her as I intended on heading home after that but not without saying goodbye properly. That’s when I had come across this really strange book that I hadn’t seen at the library before then. It was a book about history one of the versions of the Bible but it was listed in the library as a reference book. That meant that it was only allowed to use there at the library as a back up resource while doing research or book reports and such. I held the book up to her as she knew I just loved anything on religious topics. I raised my eyebrows up in surprised delight almost as if to silently say: “Hey what about this book?”…

She knew exactly what that look on my face meant. She covered one end of the phone with her hand to be polite to the Kohler and whispered to me that I could not take that book and that it had to remain there in the library. I thought perhaps I could convince her and so I waited a little while until she got off the phone. I was flipping through the pages and just couldn’t believe the amount of knowledge and information in it. It even had references to scriptures from books that I hadn’t even heard of yet. When she hung up the phone I went over to her and pleaded for her to please let me take the book just freeze than one day so I could read it overnight and I promise I will bring it back the very next day. She apologize but told me that he just couldn’t allow it. It was the rules of the library. I swear I was so disappointed I think a tear trickled down my cheek.

I gathered my things together including the books that I did decide to take with me, that I was allowed to. One of them had been a book on algebra, another had been a Science book about ants. Lastly, I had added a book on the history of our own town. after stamping the book with the little timestamp, she say goodbye to me with a warm smile and shot a quick glance over to the book that I had begged her to let me take. I believe that she intuitively knew what was going to happen next. After all, she had not put that book back in its proper location and instead left it on the shelf near the door.

The librarian returned back to the pile of books that she had been sorting before I had arrived that day, and I walked out the door but I couldn’t bring myself to continue on toward the exit. I stood there only just a foot outside of it. I fought myself while thinking in my own mind:

“Should I do it?

“No…. Don’t do it Ally, it’s not right”.

“But I have to read that book”.

“No don’t do it you’re gonna feel bad about it for sure”.

“But I’ll never get to fully read it if I don’t”.

End it was true that I would probably never get a chance to read the book from cover to end because my mother was very strict with me. In the summertime I could spend an hour or two at the library or park but only during the summer and that was probably the only time that I got to go outside or do anything beyond my own yard. In the fall, I was allowed to take an hour for the library but just once a week as I was pretty much confined for the rest of the week to the house. I am not upset about it and I don’t hold anything against my mother. I’m quite overprotective with my children although that not that extremely. I understand that she want anything to happen to me and she often sat inside watching soap operas and so she wasn’t really outdoors look after me in case something did happen. The only way to prevent anything would be to limit where I went or how long I would go there. Still though, how would I have been able to read that book? I have to read for 40 minutes every Thursday? For how long? It would take months! And I wanted to read it now, and read for however long I need to, usually when I could go on anymore. I would read from right after dinner until night time, until my eyes would get tired. But yet it wasn’t going to be possible with this particular book. I had always respected the librarian and her rules. I had always respected all people, and all rules! But this time I just couldn’t.

And so I took a few steps back, peeking my head back into the doorway. The librarian was still with the pile of books that she needed to sort out. She wasn’t even close to being done. Her back was turned toward me and I silently reached for the book where she had placed it, on the shelf near the door. Sliding it quietly off, I slipped it into my backpack while I walked off very quickly down the hallway, up the stairs, and out through the exit. I kept looking behind me to see if she followed me out or not. I have never done such a thing before my life! I was so paranoid that I had even kept looking behind me while I was riding my bike home.

After I got home, I ran up the stairs to my bedroom without saying anything to my parents. I took the book out of my book bag, and slid it under the bed to hide it. I didn’t say anything to anyone about the book. In fact it took me a whole week to read it, needing to even bring back the other books that I had checked out legitimately, before I was even finished reading the book that I had stolen. When I took the other books back, the vibe was so weird. I swear she knew that I had taken that book. I mean she had to! Who else would’ve been so interested in a book like that, that they would steal it? And she was pretty on point about being organized, that woman like that would not misplace something easily. I thought awful. I couldn’t even look her in the eyes. She never said a word about it though. But it did appear that our friendship was a little changed. After reading the book I did take it back. Again… I waited for another opportune moment to where she was busy with some thing and I slid it behind the same bookshelf that I had taken it from by the door. To make it look as if it had fallen there, I left it hanging out a little bit at the corner, so if she were to look down, she would see it. I did that first, and then went about my business looking for the other books that I wanted for that week in particular.

Later on, when I return back to the library I had seen that she had put the book back on the reference rack. Our friendship return back to its normal state as I think maybe she thought I was never going to return the book at all and I had stolen it for good. I could say that I just borrowed the book, but I know that What I had done was considered stealing. It didn’t matter whether I had only just taken the book for a week or so. I had taken it without her permission and I had done so being very sneaky. I didn’t even know I had that ability to behave in such a manner. I was burdened with guilt for such a very long time. Years later before I moved out of that neighborhood and before the library itself closed down, I did go over to her and apologize. She didn’t say whether she knew if I had taken it or not, but she did give me a hug and told me that she would never forget me as I had been her only company for a very long time, while I had been growing up throughout the years.

The library had officially closed down by the time that I was 18 years old. I had my first child and was quite disappointed that I would not be able to maintain the same childhood routine of taking her to the library. I had wanted to take her just as I had gone although my mother herself had never really taken an active role in going to the library with me. It was something that I wanted to do special with my own children. But that’s life. I still apologize every single day in my prayers even to this day, for having stolen that book. It was the one and only thing that I had ever stolen anything, and I promise you…, I felt so awful about it that it’s not something I would ever do again.

The beauty of reading

Back to the main idea of this article, reading is a beautiful thing. There are many people in this world that can’t read it all. We need to fix that. If you have any spare time and can offer to mentor anyone whether adult or a child who is illiterate, please do it. Give them the gift of learning. Reading from a book is magical thing. It was a real special event being able to go to the library. I even had my very own little special outfit that I wore on library day too. Yes, I know I’m extra! But I loved sitting there looking through all the different selections and just going for whatever I was in the mood for. I actually know a young woman who is intending on becoming an author. I read her blog often. Her name is Ena Whiteraven. I encourage her in her pursuits of becoming an author because I know that with having taught her so much myself, and her also having learned a lot on her own, that she will bless many people with her literary skills. Please check her blog out sometime.

The gift of reading from a book is special. Think about all of the trees that got cut down for those pages? There are words that imprint upon the mind and the subconscious mind, that will last you an entire lifetime. It makes you more of an eloquent speaker, and provides you with a great deal of imagination, as well as legitimate knowledge in things. If you read especially close to bedtime, whatever you take in, will be stored into the subconscious mind Morceau especially at the time, that you will be able to just some hell bring up the information randomly at times. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to have great conversation with others and suddenly have knowledge I got a topic that you thought you had forgotten about. Plus, your eyes can stay in good condition! But that’s not just the idea of it. How many people are confined to this brand new way called the indoor generation. I talked about this in my predictions as well as in my video on YouTube, but back then, no one really wanted to listen. But now they see that I wasn’t lying about anything. Hopefully, now people will listen to many more things that I provide in terms of predictions and insight. But the human race is quite stubborn. The main idea of it is, that was the indoor generation, getting to travel on over to the library for a weekly or monthly outing, helps you to get out of the house and to keep a fresh clear mind. Being cooped up in the house too, much can keep you on a repetitive cycle and make life much like purgatory.

For parents, it’s actually a very nice outing to schedule some time in during the week, to go for some tea, hot chocolate or a latte at the library. You can sit with your children at the children section, and read a book. A lot of them actually have puppets that you can act out the scenes of the story. What’s even cooler is that other children there may join in and the social interaction of it could create new contacts or friends for you both. The mothers of those children could end up establishing a before with you to where you can call and schedule play dates. Of course you want to stay 6 feet apart for social distancing at the library, but it still opens of doorways to new possibilities to make life a little bit more enjoyable. The vivid illustrations on the books also are very good for children because color Color activates different parts of the brain that enhance intelligence, and motor skills. Plus introduces them to art. Not only does it do this for your children but for you as well as an adult. Going to the library and looking up different subjects really helps you to expand your consciousness. Life itself is the spiritual journey. It’s not just about yoga, crystals and such. It’s a life experience in the lessons that you learn from it.

So you see, books and reading aren’t such an old school activity. It’s still just as fun and the filling as it was years ago. Try to get out and head to the library once in a while. If you’re a parent come and take your children. You’ll see how much they love spending time with you. Even if you have to drag them out and willingly at first!

Even though I once stole a book and committed like a major serious crime here, I have to say that I learned a wonderful lesson. The lesson that I learned was that, number one, borrowing without someone’s knowledge definitely doesn’t equal out to borrowing. It’s definitely more in the category of swiping some thing. I also learned that just because you want something bad enough, doesn’t mean that it’s right to do it, if it steps over someone else’s boundaries. I’m really glad the librarian forgave me. Had it not been due to the friendship and occasional tutoring of my friendly librarian, I probably would’ve been sitting at that library alone. Don’t forget that you too, can make friends with those that work at public places. Don’t allow the world just shut down. Having a kind and friendly conversation can open anyone up during these very difficult times. And if they don’t want to, then phooey on them! Some people just want to be left alone. If they’re rude about it, don’t let it eat away at you. Just needed something nice. Or tried to at least. and that’s enough to stay with you all day long.

God bless you all! Parents get out there and get your children reading! And for everyone else, inspire anyone that you can, and keep on reading yourself.

Did you know… The Truth About Samhain

As a descendant of the Tuatha De Danaan, many customs come to us from our ancestral lineage. However, I don’t follow by man’s customs alone but rather what heaven has shown me. It seems that a lot of the customs that are created by man come from the gods. However, because of migration and people taking charge over a lot of things, true customs that were originally a part of this world from the original creators and first families have been greatly distorted. Therefore, I have always tried to go by only what heaven has shown me and that which I have seen on my own throughout the world turning in the ages. I was really glad that I have some spare time to focus on this because of my surgery. Otherwise, I probably would’ve been busy using all of my healing energy, I’m doing more work in this article would not have been possible. I thought it would be pretty interesting to tell you all some history for our Oktoberfest or better yet called Grianstad. 

If you’re new to the site and just coming upon this article due to a web search, I first welcome you. Secondly, please click this link to learn more about what holiday I am referring to. If you are already familiar, I thought it would be perfect to go with our “Did You Know” activity for the celebrations which is on the calendar for yesterday. So let’s get right to it.

Did you know that Halloween actually descending down from the Celtic tribes? It wasn’t just about people celebrating the harvest either. There were two ceremonies that were initiated for mating and marriage. And one for sexuality and overindulgence alone.

Our correspondence with Halloween goes into the second of annual ceremonies involving love and mating rituals came sometime during and after the harvest. The harvest time was an important time to all people, even people today. Agriculture is what keeps us fed and for many stores, it keeps the consumer… well a consumer. back then there were merchants and markets, but for those that live freely amongst their people, they grew food themselves. The entire community worked together except those that were dubbed as the rulers. Many times during the harvest all of the best first pickings of each and every family were given to the rulers as a holiday gift. To the king and queen, each family would provide produce and even some select meats from their first hunt of the season. The King and queen themselves represented the God and Goddess.

Many people would take great joy in storing up jams, sauces, wines, wheat and flour, and so much more! They used to dig very deep in the earth to store their food during that month so that it would stay fresh. After collection of the foods from the farming and even from the forest itself, everybody would have a huge celebration. It was like a huge community potluck! Every family would then bring not only one dish to share during the festivities, but they would bring one for each night. Celebrations themselves went on from the time of the equinox and three days after. Then all of the food that was left over from the festivities were donated to the druids. Now the thing of it is, is that time was not calculated by the Celtics as it is today. In fact, I think every kingdom or land had its own way of telling time until organized religion came and people started to evolve as a community into more civilized traditions. therefore the equinox wasn’t always held on September 21. And Halloween wasn’t actually on 31 October.

Halloween was known as samhain back then to the original people who celebrated it. But not everybody in the world did. Of course the Greeks had their very own harvest season but their festivities were more like a carnival following the time of the year. And the Greeks knew how to party! They too, had a whole other celebration for the solstice.

Still, Samhain consisted of beautiful homemade masks made from things in nature, and the celebration of many of the nature spirits including the deceased. They believed their ancestors to become a part of nature even taking a role as a spirit looking after some place in it depending upon their deeds in life. Ancestors who were known to have been wicked and troublesome were deemed as sneaky trickster spirits.  ancestors who had done only good deeds, were considered to be more of the benevolent kind. In each duality the nature spirits included fairies, gnomes, banshees, trolls, Brownies, etc. 

The ritual consisted of not only reverence of these long gone spirits what are the spirits that were born to nature originally. That means they had never been human. So both former humans and non-humans alike, the spirits were given great tidings and gifts. Both ancestor spirits and original need your spirits of benevolent personality, we’re giving great blessings to say thank you for the protection and to ask for more for the upcoming new year months ahead. The tricksters were given gifts as well, because the Celtic’s believed that they would interfere throughout the year behind the scenes causing bad luck and misfortune. Additionally, all couples who had been married for many years and those who were newly wed at the beginning of that year itself,  all got together also wearing masks like the spring celebration. However, instead of marriages, all couples wearing their masks, drank merrily as well as gave into lust. All could bed whomever they laid down with for that night, for that one night only.

The druids and the priestesses were the ones responsible for crafting the masks for that particular celebration. They had their very own sacred ceremony in which they crafted the masks and had them dedicated to the gods for a blessing to adorn each person wearing one.  The only thing was how much should a woman had conceived a child on that night out of wedlock, the child was to be given to the druids. But only if the conception could approximately be calculated to fall within that timeframe. 

For them, it was an excellent time of year in which lovers got together and no one felt jealousy as they had the right to exchange affections with any one that they pleased for that night, While also celebrating the harvest time in the end of the year. It was a great time to show gratitude to all things in nature and as a result, to see who was blessed more so by the spirits in the upcoming year according to how well they did in the area of expertise they held. It was thought that anyone who had more plenty than others, that they must have been looked fondly upon by the spirits the previous year before. Furthermore is that they believed that the veil or a curtain between spirit world and human world, was at its finest during that time of year as well. They held one feast out of the several celebrations taking place under samhain, to be dedicated to the spirits of the deceased that may be there with them because of the communication barrier being lifted a little bit. Even though they may not have been able to see them, they still set aside a plate just for the sake that their loved one may have returned just for that night only. It was actually a pretty awesome time of year. It falls into the timeframe of the angelic end of the year celebrations which is like a combination of the several fall Holidays that consist of the equinox, Mabon, Samhain, mm me and All Saints Day. Even Thanksgiving is incorporated in a sense but much earlier on with one feast in the one month period of festivities, being dedicated to the heavens as an appreciation ceremony. During that one month one candle was lit each night for prayer but it was also lit to ward off trickster spirits as well as having the flames which also represented the soul of the family’s ancestral guardian spirit.

There’s lots more all for now. Enjoy your year and blessed be!

A Few Autumn Vegan Recipes

In light of the Autumn festivities, life for some actually requires eating. Me, I’m not too keen on food except to taste test a few things or when I have a special visitor where we are snacking together. Gluten and sugar free as can be, I always say. But slipping some sweet substance in there isn’t always the worst thing in the world. I have to cook for the rest of my family and friends. My friend Savannah just moved down the street, which is nice since I now have a friend to do things with besides my daughter Amber who is my best friend in the world too. Anyhow, we tried some of my Fall dishes recently and they were awesome! I love cooking for loved ones. If you are saving dinner for the October festivities, or come across a post where the activity is to cook something, please feel free to try any number of these. I only post a few for now though.

Alex’s Squash Surprize

Serving (4)

Two acorn squash

Split both acorn squash in half.

1 cup butter substitute melted. (I Can’t believe it’s not butter, now has a vegan spread).

1 cup brown sugar

2 cups walnuts

Directions: glad that you acorn squash in half. Smother each half in the melted butter substitute. Take a nice handful of brown sugar and rub it onto each half of the acorn squash. Fill the middle of your acorn squash with walnuts and brown sugar. Bake in the oven on slow cook at 300°, for an hour and a half. Serve with any meat substitute or if you’re not a vegetarian, this would go best with poultry or fish.

Recipe is very good and kicks your taste buds up a notch. It’s very sweet but kind of reminds me of a sweet potato pie. The squash is very good for you with it’s tons of vitamins and minerals. The sugar on the other hand may not be, but it is autumn LOL



Adree’s Breakfast Muffins or Bread

You will need one package of fresh blueberries, cranberries, or chocolate chips. I prefer blueberries or cranberries.

You will also need:

3 cups of flour,

1 teaspoon of baking soda,

1/2 a cup of sugar substitute,

1 cup of water,

1/3 cup of oil

2 tablespoons of Egg substitute

Directions: where are all of the contents above, into a mixing bowl. Blend evenly. Add blueberries, cranberries or chocolate chips, and then stir some more. Fill your bread or cupcake pan. Cook at 350° for 20 minutes or until the middle is solid. Allow to cool for one hour.

Ally’s Butternut Squash Soup

2 butternut squash

1 quart of Almond, Rice, Soy or Oat milk. (I liked the almond).

1 large can vegetable broth

1/2 sweet onion

Chopped carrots, fresh corn, chopped potatoes, and chopped zucchini.

Directions: skin your squash and then chop it so that it will fit into a blender. Add enough water, to give it a smoothie type consistency. Put it into a large cooking pot. Chop up your vegetables and throw them in there. Add one can of vegetable broth. Stir. Add 2 cups of almond milk. Stir. Let simmer on low for 30 minutes.

Vegan Stuffed Peppers

1 pepper per guest (I served 6)

Yellow Spanish Rice

2 bags of Gardein Beefless Crumbles

4 tablespoons of egg substitute

2 cups of breadcrumbs

3 tablespoons of Adobo

1 bag of GoVeggie Shredded Mexican style cheese.

Directions: Cut your peppers where the top is just sliced off like a little lid. Pull out the middle of the pepper and don’t don’t worry if there are a few pepper seeds left as it adds flavor.

In a separate bowl, mix together your beef list crumbles, adobo, egg substitute, breadcrumbs and anything else you think is creative or tasty. I also added the in shredded cheese. Blend it all together and start stuffing your peppers.

Make your Spanish rice as a side dish. Cook the peppers for 1 hour at 375°.

I even made the cornbread myself!

Amber’s Vegan Swedish Meatballs

Vegan Beefless Crumbles

Egg noodles (wide)

Vegetable broth 1 cup

4 teaspoons flour

Breadcrumbs

1 tablespoon Black pepper

1 tablespoon Salt

1 teaspoon garlic powder

1 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon paprika

1 tablespoon of thyme

Silk Dairy free Heavy Whipping Cream

Directions: Boil your egg noodles until soft. To make sauce, mix 1 cup vegetable broth with 1 cup dairy free whipping cream, 4 teaspoons of flour, salt, and pepper together. For meatballs, mix the Beefless Crumbles with the salt, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, paprika, enzyme and then mold into your ball shape.

After everything is done being mixed together in their appropriate components, now you can fix your meal. Add your meatballs on top of your noodles and then drench with the sauce according to your preference.

That’s all for now folks. Just a few vegan dish ideas for you, your family or guests. If you try any of these, please be sure to let me know!

By the Day: Winning over negativity

The Lord brings peace into The lives of his faithful followers. When you embrace the Lord’s way of thinking, not much can bother you anymore because you now have multiple ways of looking at things. The divine discernment takes you away from that one perspective that for any other person, would have them feeding right into things. What things? Well, demons for one thing. Demons really have a way of getting around. They’ll try to ruin any little bit of peace that a person has going in their life. I suppose that this post wouldn’t be perfect unless I gave you an example to help you understand. I’ll give you an example for my own personal life since that’s more sufficient.

I have a great life. In it, I find that I have a lot of people that care about me. Yes there are things that have happened throughout the years that were less than pleasant and even though I can see the deeper picture, not many others can. I spent a lot of time trying to educate even my own family, in the higher divine way of thinking. I’m doing so, they have really grasp a lot of things that they had in before, that has brought them a lot of peace themselves. However, there’s always that one person that has to stir up trouble. The other night I had just returned from the hospital, as I had surgery on three hernias. One of them, I had gotten from my father before he had died. I was with child, having my last boy Alexander. My father had fallen and there is nobody else around to pick him up. I couldn’t leave my father lying on the floor like that. So alas, I got him. I pulled out my right side. Doctors couldn’t help me until after the baby came. However, pulling the baby out in my third C-section, they had given me two more hernias. I had one at my belly button and one just underneath of that. Then, there was the third on my lower right. I had not noticed it until late April because by then it had gotten bigger and bigger. I had a bump intruding out of my stomach. It wasn’t very attractive, but I am OK with myself and so I didn’t allow it to bring me down. I still didn’t want to leave it there because it’s very dangerous. With that in mind, I made the appointment for the surgery but because of all this COVID-19 business going on, they were taking a long time getting things scheduled for me. Finally, it was around the same time of year that my father died, that they scheduled the surgery in.

Surely the surgery was scheduled two days after my father’s one year anniversary of his being gone. I find it exceptionally strange that a lot of things seem to be taking place around this time of the year now. My father passed right on the cusp of October 4 and 5. October 4 was my grandmother’s birthday, October 5 is Jonathan’s birthday. For those of you who don’t know who Jonathan is, he is the father of my two newest children.  Actually my new toddler Adriel was scheduled to be born naturally on that same exact day too. They had told me that she was going to be born in late August. The doctors always had a different month in which she was due. What I mean by that is, every time I would go in when I was four months, they would say that she was only three months, when I go back in the following month they would say she was still three months but at that point in time I was five months. It seemed like they were playing a lot of games. I knew that she was conceived at the end December of 2018. I even had one doctor’s office already confirm it in stating that she was four weeks along, towards the second week of January. But as soon as I started going to another doctor’s office, they were always telling me she was a month behind, every new month that I went in. Therefore, she should’ve been born in August but she was scheduled to be born by nature October 5, and the C-section scheduled for September 26. So it was really strange that this day always seemed to appear to come up, and yet even after my father’s passing, still continues to create significance.

Getting back to the story, I came home this afternoon and the surgery went well. Nevertheless, I needed help and so we asked for a family friend to come by to help with the kids. It was not long after I was home that petty arguments began between relatives. After calming it down myself, I started to feel a little relieved that the arguments were over with. It was only a matter of time before another one happened. Then, another one after that. In the stretch of four hours, three arguments had already taken place. I could see how everybody was giving into the negativity and so I shouted above everyone’s voices “Hey! Please don’t feed it!!!!”

I didn’t want the “demons” to have that much power over the family. Nevertheless they were there trying to stir up a whirlwind of trouble. Sometimes people won’t listen if you try to get their attention to pull them out of it. I was lucky enough that my family wanted to listen because as soon as I brought it to their attention, they could see what was really happening. They all stopped dead in their tracks and we prayed. The arguing ended for good there.

Have you ever had this happen?Have you ever been in a situation where everyone was trying to have a super positive day but everybody that was around you just kept falling into these really negative pits of unnecessary arguments or every little thing that each other did? Or, everyone got on one another’s nerves? That is another form of spiritual interference. It’s a cloud of consciousness that moves from person to person and tries to set everybody against one another. This is so that whatever spirit is behind the attack can feed off of the argumentative energy.

I know it must be difficult for a lot of families that go through something similar as many people in the family won’t open their mind up enough to listen when someone tries to stabilize the situation by speaking with reason. And trust me it was not always that way because there were times in the past where arguments were going on and I had tried a similar tactic. However, everybody would just look at me as if I were crazy for trying to keep them from arguing, and they would continue on instead. It takes a long time to get your family used to recognizing bad energy when it is around. You have to really be able to point it out for each individual first. There are symptoms that start to attack them which should be shown to them individually. And that way when they are in a group, they can all recognize how it’s moving through them as a collective.

Nobody should ever argue back anyway. In illuminated vision or perspective, it’s important for someone to listen to another person’s perspective and to try to understand that person from their side of things. However, there are individuals that will deliver Atlee try to stir up trouble. There are some who are natural agitators as they love poking at people just for their own sheer enjoyment of it. I’m sure all of you have seen someone like this at some point or the other. Have you known a person or two where they just have a real fun time at getting other people worked up, and they certainly know exactly what buttons to poke at, to do it. What do you do when something like that is happening? What if you try to shout above the noise like I did, to tell everyone to stop arguing because it is a spiritual interference… But nobody listens?

The next best thing to do is to try to communicate with the most open minded person out of the bunch. It’s usually the person that you spend most of your time with and by now, you have already helped them understand spirituality a bit. Try to make eye contact with them. Tell them that you feel as though the arguing is being influenced, and that they should just walk away. Most of the time the person will heed your advice unless they’re so upset that every little thing that the other person says is just antagonizing them. If it just happens that you can’t calm the situation down, it’s best to just walk out of it yourself. Eventually, the situation will reach its apex and settle itself later, but only after tearing through each person, which is why it’s best to try what you can first to avoid that.

You can also prayer this prayer, but when you do be sure to say it with heart and soul.

By The Day: Octoberfest

Grianstad, the days of many names. There’s a time that can be called many things due to the multiple meanings surrounding it. I have heard those in the spiritual plains above call it:

“End of Year”

“End of Sun” time.

Days of the Sleeping Goddess

The Coronation of the King

Return of the Hunter

And so many more. What I love most about this celebration is, that it incorporates several of them. First we have the celebration of the equinox. During the first week of October, we have the feast of Tabernacle ‘s. Then there is Samhain, and the very next day after there is All Saints Day. I’m so starting from the day of the equinox on September 21, all of the way up until November 1, it is a month jam packed with festivities. It’s always been tradition since Celtic tribal times to make our own decorations, tools, potions, oils, herbs medicines, tinctures, and toxins. That’s right! I said toxins! It’s true that back in those days, people keep poison someone and get away with it. A lot of people would pay for such a poison, to be rid of their enemies. And we weren’t talking about somebody that they just merely didn’t like either. We’re talking about a full on adversary. Since there were laws against murdering your fellow man even back then, one had to be very careful in well they eliminated their enemies. Poison was probably the number one pick up that time. Back in those days, people paid for medicines and tinctures of all kinds. If a woman had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, or even outside of her own marriage bed… She would pay for a poison that would only read her of her baby. Someone to the baby and would pay for potions that could help them become pregnant. There were also people that saw after oils for extreme injuries that seems to never heal. Injuries I speak of are very similar to the one that came Henry the eighth had on his leg. It was a wound that every now and then would get agitated and then fester until it broke open, and was weeping. It just seemed to keep doing this and was unhealable. Oils and so on, helped.

This month will be a month of making all the spiritual tools we need for my work. I’ll also be harvesting all of the herbs and wonderful vegetables that I grew my garden. I’ve actually already started, except my pepper plants are coming in little bit sporadically. It’s not really a good thing to just have one pepper grow every few months that you harvest off because if you leave it there, it will rot. Therefore we had a nice growth spurt during summer and autumn brings slow growth. I’m excited about the habanero peppers though.

For the festivities, I’ve added them to the Spiritual theme calendar for this month below. Good stuff!

I’ll be more descriptive about the events but be creative! Life is really abnormal nowadays and you deserve to have a good time. Your family will appreciate the fun too, believe it or not. When I forewarned about the upcoming indoor generation, I wasn’t kidding. Everything will be as the angels have said. But we can still make life a ton of fun! Look for my social media posts on the activities and more! You could even really get into the spirit and book a session with me for a tarot, Ouija, or a channeling with a spirit of the ancients. What about your past lives? Get a memory on one Halloween night from your past. Ooooo! What was it like?

Get ready for an entire month of excitement!

Spiritual Meaning of Pumpkins

Fire and pumpkin for Autumn Equinox 2020

Pumpkin to have long then a decoration in the history of the autumn equinox celebrations such as Mabon, Samhain, and Halloween. This time of year there’s also known as the closing of the angelic year, which begins in April, with its main celebration on 1 May. But with all of the decorations that richly paint the backdrop of our beautiful change of season, why are pumpkins so significant? Is it just merely because they are harvested around this time? Is it because the pilgrims had grown pumpkins around Thanksgiving time according to what the Indians had taught them? No.

Actually pumpkins and many other things that are involved in autumn time, have been used as far back as civilization. Especially, in colder regions. I don’t think pumpkins were use that much out there in the land of Egypt LOL. Actually autumn time celebrations including parts of the Angelic end of the year celebrations, have a lot of rich spiritual history where a lot of the foods and decoration have a lot to do with a very deeply rooted spiritual things. These go back even as far as the old way, which were more nature-based spiritual beliefs systems, even including the druids. The pumpkin and many other things, represent so much spiritually I’m sure that a lot of those things are not widely known.  I want to share what I know about the pumpkin’s meaning. I think they are just very beautiful.

The Pumpkin and its Spiritual Consciousness…

Firstly, we know that this harvest time represents yeah that’s where the goddess is well throughout the summer comes me to an end. She is now handing over the next season to her husband which he will take over the cold, strong, harsh disciplinarian of winter. And believe me winter is punishing! Not for Californians though eh? Just kidding. I’m sure that there are a lot of warm climate places who haven’t experienced winter like the East Coast or those in the UK. We angels/deities in the heavens call winter “the dead zone” since this is a part of the year where time is supposed to be on standstill.

If you think back of days of old to festivals like Saturnalia, then you can pretty much imagine how it worked. It was a time of just staying in, cozying up with a nice furry blankets, furry throw rugs, by your fireplace. It was a time of using up everything that you worked hard for throughout the summer, throughout the winter months. Which meant that nobody really worked during the winter months. It was too cold. It was not really a good condition for farmers especially since they couldn’t really gather any crops from the cold hardened ground.

Jams, sauces, pickled veggies, and jellies are made during the beautiful harvest months, stored in sealed jars. Hunters stripped and cleaned game to freeze it for later. The fur and every part used. Wines, and ales were barreled, and herbs readied for need. Afterwards, everyone would be ready for the winter season where eating, drinking and merriment were predominant. This was what Saturnalia and the parties of Dionysus were all about. Pure indulgence. That was because the Gods were good in providing for everyone great deal of plenty… It also resulted in gift giving, as a show of the gratitude.

“The gods are generous and so shall humans also be.”.

So as we are now storing up our “plenty” for the months of relaxation and enjoyment,  pumpkins are often a huge part the harvest and decor. Think of all the things you can make with pumpkin! Pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin or squash soup, pumpkin or squash spaghetti, noodles or sauce… Pies, or even salted roasted pumpkin seeds. What’s the big deal about pumpkins? Well, there’s a lot on the subject. It may get a little graphic so bear with me.

Pumpkins represent a woman’s womb. Through the umbilical cord, the Pumpkins vine, a beautiful womb is filled up with plenty such as all of the seeds of life inside. Then there is the nutrition of the pumpkins guts, representing the women’s placenta. This represents the goodness in which seeds of life will bear more fruit in the cycle of life itself. Pumpkins truly have a very deep and beautiful spiritual meaning do they not? Pumpkins are also very important because when you clean them out to obtain the inner goodness, the pumpkin becomes hollow and there is the ability to hold a candle inside of it. This is representing the fact that even though the “womb” has push forth the seeds of life, there’s light still inside of it. this is almost as if to say that the room that will always be the deliver of light to our world. Through that it words of death. Which is why jack-o’-lanterns were said to scare off souls of evil entities, or the lost souls of the deceased.

So as you can see, pumpkins are really important in regards to spirituality in there symbolic meaning in relation to do it, as well as the nutrition that they provide, and the beautiful decorations that they bring in what it stands for.