Golden Rules. Part A from K

Been re-reading a  book, something to do with some commandments. I like the jacket cover, it fits the Fall I feel coming and starting to even like again.

(Author: Marian Linger)  Oh, the pleasure of reading it once again, knowing how my heart feels, it is so relatable.

As usual, when first opening a book, a reference book most likely, I will go to where led.  A non- fiction will get the first page though.  The words I needed a few days back had to do with just that; words.

The power of words.

That day and since, I’ve been catching up on the book, doing ah ha’s and Wishing.


The Power of Names and Words

“Words create images in our minds.  A name may create a mental image and a feeling.  However, we’re often unaware of just how intensely names and words affect our daily reality, let alone our spirituality.”

In my case when it comes to names; MJ put some lovely letters together to create my name.  I had such a fabulous, mystical time putting forever labels on my Sons. I can be grateful to her for that, oh yes I can, can!!

Five times I planted my hefty self onto the rocking chair, well more than five times, gee, get it right woman! What I meant to say,  is that during the pregnancies,  carrying a new Soul, five times.   During each of those special times, I planted my huge, overwhelmingly waddle-some body into the rocking chair to meditate, pray, speak, whatever we may choose to call it.  (I call it praying now, them days, oh no, it was meditating, haha), rubbing my hard as a tortoise shell belly, cause them babes were at full attention, right along with me in the naming of! Always alone,  drifting off, swaying up and back, slow and steady in that wooden chair I would wait quietly. However long it took, (more than one rocking session was needed on occasion.) when it came time to name my little riders I instinctively wanted their input.  In my dark mind, letters would sort of scoot across the canvas, sort of like in a power point presentation. Which at that time, um, I did not even know what that was!

Each of them helped in the decision is what I know.

As a young girl with my dreamy fantasies, I had chosen my first two names …I was gonna do my thing and have two babies, to include a boy and a girl. Right. I can chuckle now at my thoughts then….whew….only slightly different now.

Shawn Michael and Shana Marie.

But wait now…My first younger….gee, even with my own little mind made up, he let me know what was up.  Subtly.  As we were rocking, and again, I would be rocking my belly, then once in a while,  I would pray that I didn’t have a red headed baby.  Now hang on, don’t jump on me yet.  My mothers’ people are rampant with the red heads, my sibling, (Hi!!) has a gorgeous color of auburn coming out of her head! The father of my Son had a dirty blonde/brownish thing going with his hair color.  Mine was a major mixture of red, brown, blonde, possibly even orange (as one hair dresser told me of my natural color, back then) (Hello, I’m soon 50 here, its color me up days) , anyhoo….I would  say “Please dear God, don’t let me have a red headed baby.” Not because of the red  hair color  or anything about that….it was because I wanted to save my child from the misery of being teased and bullied because he was different.  Like my sister.

So, my baby and I prayed and it was declared Shawn Michael he would stay called.  After all, wasn’t there a reason I already had that name?  Or perhaps it fits the Irish blood I think we have running through us? On the other hand, was it because I made that silly prayer and the Universe instead heard me say “Please let me have a red headed baby”?  Hhhmmm, I wonder.

When he popped out, pretty orange from head to toe, that glorious golden red hair shined at me. He shined at me. As it turns out, this 31 year old, tall drink of water fits perfectly his chosen name.

My second Son tells me every time we speak of the whole name naming and the fact that he won out and got to be called his given name.  It was going to be Shane (variation of Shana, did you notice?) Then we hit the rocking chair after Shane got used by another family with child that was close to our family at the time. It was quick to come to me…as it turns out, this strong and intense, gorgeous blue eyed Soul has a great sounding moniker that fits him very well.  His birth name is strong when you add all three together. Very nice.

Three other Sons were born to me, close to 10 years later.  Rocking chair, big Mama and quiet times led to three more amazing names….each name I have noticed casually, are very old…

I wanted to speak more on Words and the power they have…..


“As the aphorism rightly says, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”  Our ancestors were aware of the truth of word power.  In magick and life, they chose their words carefully. Whole languages developed around key issues in a representative culture, and the feelings of that people toward those issues.  Additionally, stories from around the world illustrate a strong belief in the power of words.  Consider:

***In the Bible, God speaks all things into existence.

***The Egyptian god Ptah utters words of manifestation to bring the Universe (and Egyptians called their written language the speech of the Gods).

***In Greco-Egyptian magical papri, the names of non-Greek and non-Egyptian deities are invoked, as well as long strings of vowel sounds.  Historians feel these may have served a purpose similar to the Indian mantra, namely to transport the chanter into an extraordinary state of being or to impart power and energy to the magickal spell or ritual.

***Samurai warriors used a kiai (shout of power) to focus themselves and direct their intention before battle.

***The bard or troubadour of the Middle Ages used the emotional power of words (in song and poetry) to sway people either to help with a political or social cause, or to increase the amount of money received for a performance.

In my world, words, whether spoken, read or heard, has alwaze and will alwaze have a profound effect on me.  We spit things out so quickly, a lot of times in anger, or  hear words on a television off in a corner, going for reasons un known but that can send our mood on a wild roller coaster ride.  The music we listen too, the list goes on and on. If we think for one little moment that our words aren’t powerful.  Look at the bullying running rampant in our country….too many times a younger hears how ugly she is or the little boy being taunted over his red hair…or, or, or….then a young man of 18 takes his own life after hearing words that caused his heart to feel shame.  A stupid rumor causes a gentlemen to lose his job which in turn leads to a divorce and his family is ripped apart.  However the case, our cavalier attitude to what we let ourselves be influenced by as far as media, and all the other oulpours of crud goes, is causing us great damage.  Consistently.  And we seem to be oblivious to it.

Most recently, my ears have been assaulted and I am not exaggerating when I choose that word.  My trine gets deeply wounded by misguided anger and fears of others.  And we all must work it out.  Alas, most of us choose not to grow and figure out our own yellow brick roads of happiness.  I use the yellow brick road to skip along in my mind, singing, ***lalalalala***silly songs of glee….it’s a sunshine day comes to mind right now)  I am still skipping at least.  I am grateful for this. Truly.

If we can do one thing this day, if I can do one thing this day, I choose to utter words, think words, choose my mind diet wisely, and be better for it.

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