Ministerial Muses—11.6.2017

Posted November 6th, 2017 by anna and filed in Manatee County, FL, Ministerial Muses, The Faerie Encounters™
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Moving out of what had been her home for almost five decades just about did her in. She was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted by the time she finally arrived back in Florida. The new world she thought she had seen emerging just before she left town to go north appeared to be gone. What remained was a house filled with boxes and badly in need of repairs, and a yard which had gotten impossibly overgrown while she was busy packing up her life up north.

The last few years in New York had been increasingly hostile. She no longer recognized the city that she had cherished for so many decades. As her building became more “high class”, it also became noisier. The Board, unwilling to risk lawsuits by people who could afford expensive lawyers, did nothing to stop it except issue the occasional memo asking tenants to be “considerate” of their neighbors. The streets which she had once roamed with enthusiasm, now scared her. People she had known most of her adult life began to distance themselves from her as she voiced her frustration and her fear.

By dumb luck, she had ended up living in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Manhattan Yet she felt like a prisoner of war, trapped in a one-room space, being tortured by her upstairs neighbors at all hours of the night and day, with no way to regain control over her circumstances except to leave.

But leaving (selling and moving) was easier said than done. When the Board declined to approve the financials of her first buyer because the woman only made $455,000/year, she knew it really was war. But she was lucky.

Her broker lived in the building and fought to get her top dollar for her apartment, partly because the broker was a nice person, and partly because the sale price affected the value of her own apartment. Unexpected acquaintances showed up to help dismantle her built-ins and pack up her belongings. They quickly became family.

As she took down her room dividers/storage units, the apartment became a mire of stacked boxes. Neighbors, who had been fun to socialize with occasionally, showed up to drive carload after carload to a storage unit to get some them out of her way so she could keep packing. She desperately needed that show of support as she fought to save the equity in her apartment as well as her sanity in a world that now seemed intent on destroying her.

The father of the buyer whom the Board finally approved nickel-and-dimed her, literally, until the last second. But her lawyer (recommended by her broker) successfully held him at bay and protected the equity which she had worked so hard to build up.

When she left her home for the last time, there was no wrenching at the loss. The empty shell that was left was not the home that she had built and loved. She headed back to the faeries without looking back. But the battle had taken it’s toll. She was walking wounded. There were days she found she could barely sit up, and it was six months before she could once again take pleasure in watching the salamanders dance in the flames of her fire pit.

It was a year before she could again connect with the Lady in White. When she was finally able to do that, she discovered that the faeries had had their own battle to fight while she was salvaging her life. The Invisible Helpers arranged to send her a book about Santa Muerte and she realized that the drug dealers in the neighborhood were probably petitioning the folk saint to put a curse on her. (Santa Muerte is the saint that drug cartels build altars to. But when they don’t receive what they ask for, they are brutal in their response, literally beating the saint’s statue to punish her. Clearly they are not appealing to this icon’s higher aspects.)

As she regained her health and began to be proactive again, she let Santa Muerte know that she was offering her property as a place of refuge. She spoke to the higher aspects of the Lady of Death and asked for her protection from the negative intentions of the neighborhood dealers. She purchased a filigreed iron cross with an opened blue rose in the center of it. She attached two acorns under the rose to draw fertility and creativity, then added a chain of skulls at the bottom to pay tribute to the ancestors. When she attached it to a solar light post at the center front of her property, she could feel the energy shift instantly. And the faeries began surfacing almost immediately. Within a few days she could feel the hum of their energy through the Goddess Garden again. They brought her will to live back with them when they returned. She was still physically exhausted (and showing signs of PTSD) but she faced each day with expectation instead of despair. The voices of the Loved Ones were speaking to her again.

© 2017 Anna Jedrziewski and InannaWorks

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