Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Forecast and faery Finder for 12-18-08

Forecast and Faery Finder by Janice Scott-Reeder and the Bitwit
Deck: Navigators Tarot of the Mystic Sea.
Today’s Tarot Card is the Ace of Pentacles: generation. Money isn’t everything. Get in the spirit.

Astrological Source: Llewellyn’s 2007 Daily Planetary Guide.
Astrologically, it is going to be a difficult day. Old hurts surface and we pick the scabs. Unexpected emotional outburst upset our peace and quite and equilibrium. It seems like the paper is multiplying by the minute but it serves as our only refuge. Things just aren’t clear and later tonight there are arguments with youngsters and those who refuse to grow up.

Deck: Healing with the Fairies.
The Faeries say it’s time to make friends.

Today’s Cat Comfort card is Up on the Catwalk. “You’re the center of attention. Strut your stuff.”
Deck: The Fairies’ Oracle by Brian Froud & Jessica MacBeth
Today’s Faery Finder is on the lookout for Lys of the Shadows. Lys is the patron saint of social workers, teachers, psychologists and all who help to heal the hurting and the addicted. Call on her for help with addictions, loss or just for strength.
Today’s Lo Shu Number is 5 and the element is Water. The Dog finds conflict today but the Ox and Tiger have a good day.

Today’s Message from the Universe is: “Negativity now vanishes completely from my life. Nothing can threaten me anymore, as I protected by the light of my Higher Self. I am safe and everything turns out right.” Annie Marquier creating a world of peace one thought at a time.
These messages are helping so many people that I am setting each day’s card up in a picnics generator so you can tap into the energy during the day. Just think of a rainbow and the energy will come to you.
Boopie, the Boopster, my oldest cat passed to the catnip lands last night at the age of fourteen after a long battle with cancer. He fought the good battle, finished his last three pounds of sour cream and crossed over.
Boopie was the first kitten born at the shop, behind a futon one night to an unidentified mother. There were three female cats, or so we thought, that had managed to move into the upstairs. It turned out only two of them were female and neither one would claim the kittens, so I bottle fed the little waifs.
Boopie was first named Jackal for his long nose, ears and entire cat. He looked like Anubis if Anubis had been a brown tabby. Although male, and just an old brown tabby, he had the most beautiful butterscotch cream on his face and underbelly. He was so loving and purred so loud, he soon became known just as Boopie. He spent his fourteen years sleeping every night in bed with me, curled up as tight as he could get to my back. Boopie was never a moment of trouble. He was also, even as a little kit with barely one eye open, always in line for second helping of everything. That may have been why he grew to be such a huge cat.
He was diagnosed over a year ago and given less than two weeks, but Boopie was a fighter and with his eggs and milkshake for breakfast, sour cream and constant infusion of Costco raw hamburger –yes, he could tell the difference – he survived another year. Although completely blind, he navigated the house easily and even spent many days perched on the bathroom sink giving me heart failure and expecting broken bones. He never fell. The last week, all the cats had banded together and bathed and kept him warm by the refrigerator – his favorite spot – in the kitchen. He is survived by his brother, Mr. Bobo. He passed peacefully last night having enjoyed an afternoon in his skin mother’s arms and a milkshake.

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