Lion Spirit Guide?

I think I may have met my Animal Spirit Guide last night. Or one of them, anyway. I was dreaming, but the dream seemed different, more vivid. It actually started off very random and weird, and I haven’t had a random or weird dream for a while. It made no sense at all, imagine watching a series of clips from movies strung together without anything connecting them. I was then surrounded by a fog in the dream, and the fog started to part and a young lion cub walked towards me. I knew instantly that the cub was friendly and was there for me. And we could communicate with each other – but not by speech or thoughts, more by feelings. The lion allowed me to stroke him and tickle him, when he started to nibble on my left index finger. Not roughly, very gently in fact. Even though he was a cub, he was quite large, about the size of an average dog.

I’ve been quite busy today, but noticed that my left index finger was very itchy earlier this afternoon. The skin was loose and peeling away, and now there is a small mark in the very point where my finger was being nibbled by this lion cub, and it feels slightly tender. Now this may be another coincidence, but I’ve had the thought about the animal guide ever since I woke up this morning.

I’ve done my usual web-based research into animal spirit guides, and from the sites I have found have read that we do not choose our guides, but they choose us. We can’t say ‘I would love a dolphin as a guide’ because it doesn’t work that way. As in real life, the animal needs to choose us – they need to feel as comfortable with us as we do them. Once they are comfortable, they will make themselves known to us. One way a cat lets us know that they are comfortable with us is by biting, apparently… feline love bites!

Part of the wisdom of the lion is Brotherhood; Letting go of stress; Strong family ties; Strength; Courage; Energy and Self fulfillment.

We can have more than one guide, and they will always let us know they are there in their own time, and can stay with us throughout our life, or until we have realised the lesson they have came to teach us.

I have a very strong feeling that this lion is my guide. I have no name, but sometimes they don’t tell us their names. I wasn’t given any specific information apart from he was a friend. I got the feeling there was something or someone with him as he was being fed – he allowed me to see that – I know that I wasn’t feeding him. I also have a strong feeling he will be back, but I don’t know when.

I was debating whether to post about this, as it is a private connection, and spirit guides aren’t something you come across every day. I asked for my spirit guide to appear to me when I read a book about angels possibly two years ago, but I don’t think I have noticed anything until now. The reason why I have written about it is due to the fact it does feel so comfortable.

Since discovering the laws of the universe after hearing about Cosmic Ordering, my interest in my own spirituality has been heightened. Every now and then something will appear to me that ‘flicks a switch’ in my thought processes, and takes me both within and outside of myself. I honestly do not understand everything that I come across, and everything that happens to me, but I am willing to learn.

This may be another case of me looking too deeply into something, but my feelings are telling me otherwise.

I may never write again about my Lion Spirit Guide. I have written this as an acknowledgement to the lion, as proof that I am aware that he did visit me. I look forward to our next meeting, and the lesson(s) he has for me. And hopefully, he may allow me to write about him again. We’ll see…

Curious catchphrases

I’ve found myself thinking today. Possibly thinking too deeply.  Thinking about those random catchphrases we tend to use in everyday conversation that we know instantly what we are referring to, but the phrase itself is so far from what we are describing they actually make little or no sense at all.

For example, “He swims like a fish” we take to mean ‘he swims really good’. OK, this does make a little sense until you realise that it is completely wrong. He swims like a man swimming really well is what we should be saying, but that sounds worse. And there is no way he could swim like a fish as he isn’t a fish! I don’t swim like a fish but I swim. Maybe the phrase swimming like a fish should be used to those with graceful aquatic athletic abilities, and for people who swim like me the phrase should be “He swims like something floating in the water” But then, maybe not…

Another example is “Cool as a cucumber”. I’ve used this phrase before in one of my posts, but what does it actually mean? Cucumbers are cool straight from the fridge, but they aren’t as cool after they have been left out for a while. No, I’m only joking. Of course I know that the ‘cool’ in this case refers to ‘chill man’ rather than ‘brrr’, but still? How many cucumbers have you seen that have relaxed you? And why not use carrot or courgette? Because they don’t sound right, that’s why. So why does cucumber?

A third example is “Many a little makes a mickle”. Alright, you’ve caught me out. I’ve only just heard this one, but I like it! It means many small amounts accumulate to make a large amount, with a mickle being an old English word meaning ‘much’. To think of it in a slightly different way, everything builds up the bigger picture; whatever we have builds to the abundance we have in our lives. Is it better to have a little of a lot of things or a lot of one thing? I’d go for variety every time!

That’s the problem with thinking too deeply about things. It is very easy to fit things together, but not always easy to get things right. Which is probably why we very often make mountains out of molehills rather than just going with the flow. And going with the flow is so much easier… have you ever tried to make a mountain out of a molehill?

Catchphrases… enough already!



Air raid sirens and Monday mornings

Crikey! I’ve just heard the air raid siren sound. I hear it very often at work, and, thankfully, it is shortly followed by the all-clear siren. Today is the first time I have ever heard it in Aquatom mansion. The wind must be blowing in my direction. Which is a little frightening if they needed to sound a real air raid siren and the wind was blowing the other way. I suppose though they will probably turn it up a little so the whole town could hear it if it was needed for real. Which is hopefully never again.

I know it will need to be tested, so it makes sense to test it at a regular time, but I wouldn’t know where to go or what to do if it was real… or even if it was a real test (you know like sometimes in work they test the fire bell, and other times they test the evacuation process) – but I’m sure we would be told well in advance of a real test where we would need to go. At least, I think I’m sure. I’ll probably just have to follow everyone else running randomly around if not. Eek.

Years ago, they used to test the air raid siren at 11 o’clock at night. That used to always worry me. It was always eerie how it could just be heard within the silence of the night.

I think it is strange how some things we hear are eerie, and other things are simply things we hear. Take a school bell – a hand-bell. Ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding. Nothing eerie about that, unless you hear one on a Monday morning when there is no school in the area. Even more eerie when you hear children screaming, laughing and playing and then nothing after the bell. The wind must have been blowing in my direction that day too, when I heard it. Do schools use hand-bells nowadays? I thought they were all on the electric alarm bells now. What makes it even more eerie, is that Aquatom mansion is built on the site of an old school. Oooh…

I’ve had a quick look at ‘air raid siren’ on Wikipedia. I was taken to the page for ‘Civil Defense Siren’ and read that the alarm is used as an air raid siren, tornado siren, tsunami siren, fire siren/whistle, flood siren, weather siren, time/curfew siren, or other outdoor warning siren. I think the only reasons why it could be used now, apart from the test, is possibly the fire and flood warning, but every Monday at 10am indicates, thankfully, that it is a test. Or that we may have high tide every week – some parts of the town are prone to flooding. Due to the bizarre weather we experienced toward the end of last year (2010 sounds so old news now, doesn’t it?), the tornado siren could be included now, but it looks nice and still outside. Well, apart from the wind that blew the siren in my direction in the first place. Wind. Eek.

On the subject of air raids, a memory has just popped into my head. I remember looking out of the window in work one day, when a Stealth Bomber flew past, it looked just beyond the building opposite. That wasn’t something we saw every day in the office, and a couple of colleagues were commenting on it. I can’t be one hundred per cent sure, but it may have been on a Monday, at 10am. Oh ‘eck…

But… but…!

It is day two in my challenge to post every day. Day two. Three hundred and sixty three days to go. And my mind is blank. Arrgh! There is nothing in there at all. Nothing. It is completely empty. Hollow in fact. It makes a nice change, to be honest… No! Think about this post…

Yes, I’m aware that I’ve posted today already. That was my normal post. This is my postaday2011 post. I did say that I wanted to post more, and expected to be able to do just that until February at least, and I will. February and beyond. That sounds like the next Buzz Lightyear movie, ‘To February and Beyond!’ It is bound to be a rip-roaring success if ever they make it. If anyone from Hollywood is reading this post, I can do an excellent dashing hero voice if you are short of anyone to play Buzz. Do actors ‘play’ the animated characters they are adding the voices to? Before you say “but, but” and then quickly make up a reason for not hiring me to play the part, I’ve been told that I sound like Brian Blessed at times. Well, once, and that was when I got a little over-excited on a phone call in work. Well, it was the salutation and I wanted to make an impression on the caller.

That has reminded me of my first job, when I worked on the telephones. I developed a really ‘plammy’ accent whenever I answered a call. All of my colleagues were doing it too, it wasn’t only me, so I was just keeping up with the Joneses. Thinking back, I don’t know why we all had these posh telephone voices – we were speaking to local people, so we would have had the same accent as them anyway, but we ‘had’ to speak differently on the phones. We weren’t trained that way, or even asked to do it, we just did. I don’t know if the people who called Directory Enquiries even realised we were doing it either. We do some weird things at times, don’t we? I think I started to tone it down slightly after a couple of years as I started to speak that way in real life.

Accents are funny things too. You wouldn’t think it would be possible to say a word so differently to a person from another town or country, and some, I’m sorry to say don’t even sound like the word should sound. And speaking of countries, I can not speak another language other than English. I can say the odd word in French (avec, moi) but that wouldn’t get me very far if I found myself lost in France. Ooh, another movie – Hollywood, I’ll be no good for this one. I can say a couple of words in German, Welsh and Spanish too, but again I’m appalling. If ever I find myself in conversation with a French, German, Welsh or Spanish person, I find myself speaking in very slow English. That’s fine if they can speak English, but not much good if they can’t. Luckily for me, most can. I mean to say though, if they spoke to me in, say, very slow French, I’d be none the wiser. I remember being in Canada once and I was asking a shop assistant a question, in my slower and not plummy accent. I don’t think she understood me and she spoke English. Accents!

I’ve just found out an interesting fact about the word ‘accent’ though. The Latin version is ad cantus, meaning to (ad) and song (cantus) – which makes sense really. When we speak I suppose we are singing. And no, Hollywood, no amount of money will pay me to sing for you! Voice-overs are one thing, but to ask me to appear in Mamma Mia 2 is taking things just a little bit too far…

Champagne and Ham Salad Sandwiches

I treated myself last night. A bottle of Champagne and several Ham Salad Sandwiches. The sandwiches were delicious; slightly smoked ham, crisp lettuce, strong red onion, and fresh and ripe tomatoes, rounded off with a dash of mayonnaise. The bread was simply a white uncut loaf with a crispy crust (obviously it had been sliced to make the sandwiches!). The flavours complimented each other perfectly and I could easily have eaten more.

I’m not particularly keen on Champagne, however, but after the first ‘eugh’ moment from the first sip it kind of grew on me. It didn’t completely grow on me, but it started to taste better the more I drank of it. I find the bubbles strange in Champagne. They seem flat to me. Flat bubbles. Un-fizzy effervescence. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but that is how it was! The bubbles in a glass of lemonade are far more lively, and I’ll be the first one to admit that lemonade tastes better than Champagne anyway! However, last night I didn’t have any lemonade, but I did have a bottle of Champagne in. As you do.

Was there a reason for having Champagne? Was it because it was New Year’s Day? No. No reason at all. I just wanted it. I wanted to treat myself. No fuss.

Well, a treat every now and again is good, isn’t it?

In fact, I’m going to think of everything that I eat and drink from now on as a treat. After all it does help to sustain me, and I do love my food! Mealtimes should be special occasions and celebrated! Up until now, I have merely taken them for granted, but no more! Just think of all the special occasions I now have to look forward too! The moments to savour. Oh, I’m feeling so good! 😀