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A New Series: End of The Year Fun!

Published on by Alura Cein1 Comment
“Experience the ‘End of The Angelic Year: 2025’ with a new video series and festivities, illustrated by angels surrounding the globe, symbolizing peace and unity.”

As the autumn equinox bathes the world in balance on September 21, 2025, my heart is just singing with anticipation for the end-of-year celebrations! As some of my long time students know, this time stretches from this sacred moment through the end of November.

This season, rich with global holidays and spiritual depth, is a time of joy, connection, and transformation, not just in my own beliefs but in the vibrant traditions of cultures worldwide. From Samhain and Halloween to India’s Gandhi Jayanti, Maha Navami, and Dussehra/Vijayadashami, and extending to festivals like Diwali, and beyond, this period is a great time to embrace the spirit, celebrate together, and honor diverse backgrounds.

God is Elohim, meaning many different spirits together as one, as are we.

Through crafts, get-togethers (whether in person or from afar), my annual celebration which I’ve called Grianstad from the beginning, I invite everyone to join me in this magical season, exploring my YouTube video series, new lessons in my courses, and fun activities on my Facebook and Instagram. But for now on, I’ll just call this time of year, Equinox Collective Season, as directed by geacen since Grianstad is a strong word, though true.

Let’s make every moment count as we celebrate the spiritual end of the year!

A Season of Global Celebrations

The autumn equinox marks the start of a season when the veil between worlds thins, we just naturally the air is open with spirit and the divine and we can vibe with each other through the collective ties we share in this web.

Here are some of the holidays and celebrations from September 21 to November 30, 2025, that fill this time with meaning, all in which I blend in my ongoing three month celebrations.

  • Autumn Equinox (Mabon, September 21-23): A time of gratitude and balance in celebrated with feasts of seasonal harvests, apple-based crafts, and altars adorned with leaves and pumpkins. Wine tasting, “responsibly”. Apple cider making.
  • Jewsish Sacred Days
    Jewish holidays from September to November span Tishrei and Cheshvan, featuring the High Holy Days and fall festivals. Rosh Hashanah (Sep 22–24) starts the Jewish year 5786 with shofar blasts and sweet foods like apples and honey. Yom Kippur (Sep 30–Oct 1) is a solemn day of fasting and repentance. Sukkot (Oct 6–13) celebrates the harvest with sukkahs and the Four Species, followed by Shemini Atzeret (Oct 13–14) and Simchat Torah (Oct 14–15), marking the Torah reading cycle’s end and restart with dancing.
  • Gandhi Jayanti (October 2, India): A national holiday honoring Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent legacy, inspiring peace and unity. I honor what he stood for, which was similar to my own feelings. Gandhi’s philosophy, was about “truth-force” or “soul-force,” and a method of nonviolent resistance rooted in the power of truth and moral courage. Confront injustice without resorting to violence, which is what we sometimes need to do, especially today.
  • Maha Navami and Dussehra/Vijayadashami (October 1-3, India): These Hindu festivals celebrate Goddess Durga’s triumph over evil and Lord Rama’s victory over Ravana symbollically. Candles or lanterns light up the night, symbolizing good prevailing.
  • Samhain (October 31-November 1): A Celtic festival honoring ancestors, with candlelit altars, divination, and rituals to connect with the spirit world. It’s a deeply spiritual moment for me, reflecting on life’s cycles.
  • Halloween (October 31): A playful celebration of transformation, with costumes, jack-o’-lantern carving, and trick-or-treating, inviting us to embrace wonder and mystery. Here I only dress up as an angel to represent my soul or some other type of costume that reflects some part of who I am, not so much as any kind of other character. I might even try to add a witchy hat just because I’m into mysticism or something like that. I think you understand. The kids, well I let them be who they choose with guidance of course, for fun until they’re older to understand  how I see it in perspective rather than how they learn about it from other kids in school. I am teaching them now already, though. 
  • Diwali (October 20-21, tentative): India’s Festival of Lights celebrates light over darkness with oil lamps (diyas), fireworks, sweets, I celebrate and pray for world joy. I usually get some small fireworks.
  • Thanksgiving: I usually incorporate Thanksgiving all throughout all of the above holidays as I feel that it is a time of giving thanks. I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving itself per se, but I do celebrate throughout this time of blended holidays, giving gratitude. Everyone knows that I don’t really agree with Thanksgiving because of what it really represented under the surface, but it doesn’t mean we can’t incorporate giving things throughout this time of year, just not on that specific day.  For this time, I usually cook nice meals, make mocktails, as we do arts and crafts and celebrate the other celebrations. We share and express gratitude, reflecting on abundance, often with crafts like handmade centerpieces or gratitude journals.
  • Day of the Dead (Día de los Muertos, November 1-2, Mexico): A vibrant honoring of deceased loved ones with altars (ofrendas), marigold decorations, and sugar skull crafts, blending joy and remembrance. Yes, we include this too, only in our own way, adding making a meal, and having spaces at the table for the people that we have lost, incorporating some of their belongings there to remember them. We usually visit their places of burial if possible, brining beautiful mums, autumn flowers, nuts and fruits.

Grianstad: My Celebration of Unity and Spirit

Grianstad is my way of honoring the sacred energy of this season, bringing together global holidays for a longer time for joy, reflection, and connection after working hard, fighting through responsibilities and trying to manifest goals. it’s about studying all of the spiritual books, my own channeled truths that I have shared to add to them and discern them correctly, while taking part in these spiritual physical activities align mind, body and spirit, during a time when the angels say that our year is coming to a perfect close. 

It’s about celebrating the thinning veil, the triumph of light, and the beauty of every culture and background. Whether we’re gathering in person or connecting from afar, Grianstad is a time to learn, create, and make every moment count. And it truly is, the accurate end of the spiritual year.

I love incorporating crafts and get-togethers into Grianstad. Picture carving pumpkins for Halloween, crafting rangoli designs in my own style for Diwali, or creating gratitude wreaths. Spiritual studies are deep, meditation, and other activities that I find or like meditation says he’s dancing, music making, sitting with crafts, being out in nature, are all wonderful for this beautiful season. Even sharing spiritual experiences from the other side, whether good or bad, can help in honoring spirit too. 

These activities really do bridge cultures. As we were truly meant to do, being a collective, combining the truth that was divided. Whether it’s a cozy in-person gathering or a virtual craft-along, we can celebrate together, embracing the diversity that makes this season so rich.

I’ll be sharing craft ideas and activities on my Facebook and Instagram, so join me there to get creative and inspired!

Join Me on This Spiritual Adventure

This season is a call to come together, no matter your culture or beliefs, to find motivation in the shared pulse of these spiritual holidays. My new YouTube video series will go beyond the spiritual veil, exploring a variety of experiences.

The first video leans into the spooky side, perfect for the thinning veil of Samhain and Halloween, but the series will span diverse spiritual themes, from mystical encounters to universal truths.

Using pictures I’ve created, I’ll share visuals of my spiritual journey and the backstories behind them, bringing you into the things I’ve seen.

There’s so much to talk about, and I hope you’ll join me on this adventure as we explore the deeper truths of this season. I may even go LIVE this season, no matter what Im doing or where Im at, to share thoughts and deeper philosophies from heaven.

My courses and development programs are also blossoming with brand-new lessons, filled with tools to cultivate your spiritual growth. These programs offer practices to deepen your connection to the divine, and its a great time to learn, especially because the veil is thinner and you’re more open.

I’m thrilled to share this journey with you, and I hope many of you will join in to explore, learn, and grow.

Embracing All Cultures, Together

This season are about unity, bringing people of every background together to celebrate, learn, and enjoy life. Whether you’re lighting a Diwali lamp, honoring ancestors on Samhain, or sharing a meal, these holidays under the “Angelic End Of Year” period, showing that spirituality is a shared human experience.

May this beautiful time inspire us all to connect, create, and embrace the spirit of the season.

Check out my YouTube channel for videos that reveal the spiritual magic, or join my courses for blossoming insights, and let’s celebrate this time together, honoring the light, love, and diversity that make this time of year so extraordinary!

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The Invisible Figure….

Published on by Alura Cein

It was a brisk , cold November morning. It was Saturday, back in 1958. Dad decided he would go on hunting, to see if he could catch some rabbits for supper,. He was about 14 years old. He had decided to go hunting back in a location that the locals called, Bee’s Pond. it was off of the haunted Flood gate road, where the Gabriel Davies Tavern, an old Military hospital, was located. Everyone knew this road, and the tavern itself was a terribly haunted place. He went off of Floodgate road, into a big field. He was carrying his trusty, 12 gauge, pump shotgun. He had used it all of the time for hunting.

As the day went on, he could not find any wild game to bring home. So, he figured he should head on home, before it got dark. Back in August, Dad’s little brother Michael and some friends, had gone fishing back there, off of a little rock. At that time, they had come running home, and were ranting and raving about an invisible thing trudging through the water, where they had been fishing. They could see the splashing and water moving of the food steps, moving towards them. Afraid, they ran home, leaving all of their fishing equipment right there. Dad’s other brother’s and him, went back to the fishing spot, to see what was going on as they had described the situation to them. Big brothers to the rescue! When inspecting the area, they found nothing, except their fishing equipment, in which they had left behind on the rock.

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Getting back to Dad’s day of hunting back there in November, it was starting to get dark. Dad was on his way home, walking down Floodgate Road. There was a field to his right, and woods to his left, and the river just below the woods. As he continued to walk, he heard footsteps walking along side of him, there in the woods. So he stopped to listen, and as he did, the footsteps stopped with him. He began walking again, and “it” began walking again. Yet again, Dad stopped. And the invisible figure, also stopped when he did. So Dad loaded his shotgun with three rounds of ammo and jumped into the woods where he heard the footsteps. Dad shot to his left, and shot to his right, and shot right in front of him, and there was complete silence. The creepy kind of silence.  Dad looked around and he could not see a thing. At the same time, he reloaded his gun. And he again, jumped out, back onto the road. He started to walk again. ll of a sudden, he heard the footsteps came back, in the woods beside him. At that point, my Dad was so scared, because he could not see who it was, or where it was. As he had been walking the dirt road, footsteps to some invisible stranger had been walking along side of him in the leaves about 12 feet away from him to the left. He was so frightened at this encounter, that he started running. He had made it to the end of the road, and stopped to catch his breath. He still had a good half of a mile to walk, through the woods to get home.

As he started to walk up the rest of flood gate road, up by the old military hospital mentioned in the beginning, built in 1876,  half way up the road, he heard the footsteps come back again to his left but still could not see anything. He ran again, trying to get home as soon as he could. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, and accidentally swallowed an insect due to being so overly excited and afraid. He started choking on it, trying to spit it out, but had swallowed it.  When he finally got to the end of the road, he unloaded his gun, and walked the rest of the way home,  which was about 4 blocks away.

Dad had lived not far. Near his home, there was a small ravine that they called “The Gulley”. Dad and his family had been feeding some cats with some aluminum pie pans. They had heard something outside of the window on several occasions. The pans were found smashed and distorted. So they had a great idea to put up spot lights in the ravine for whatever was coming, and making all of the noise and smashing the pans each night. On the night that they put up the spot lights, they tested them out. The lights had lit up the woods, as if it were day time. Then they turned them off an waited. Dad had his shotgun on him of course, and so did his brothers. They sat and waited for the visitor. After a few hours of sitting in the dark and waiting, they heard a noise on the other side of the “Gulley”. It sounded like a person walking and smashing through the brush.Dad could hear the footsteps coming down the hill on the other side of the ravine. Then, the footsteps were heard walking up the center of it. Dad was standing on the side of the ravine on a slight angle facing downwards, looking and listening. He had some bushes next to him as he stood watch. He could hear the footsteps walk all of the way up the to the bushes in front him. But alas, nothing was visible. Only the sound of mysterious  footsteps. Then, suddenly, the bushes started to shake as if someone had grabbed them and started to violently shake them. So Dad had shot one round into the center of the bushes. After that, nothing was there! No animal, no person. If so, they would have for sure had been shot by dad’s gun. Only, heard the footsteps again, this time heading on back down from where it came from. They went to the far other side of the gulley from where they came.

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The invisible man, had been “heard” walking many times by many people, and still to this day, by those going back there at that time of day, around 5 pm. Could it had been, one of deceased soldiers making his way though through the woods, and neighborhood making his way back to the tavern, the old hospital where he lived, and perhaps died? Had it been a soldier of the area who had fished and lived there, only to have passed away, and become a haunting figure there in the woods, that still even in the afterlife, continued his journey and path through the woods for all time? You decided. Dad has no idea, as the figure was unseen but heard.

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