Urban Mystic Gypsy: Mr. Pickles

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two small children….. What will they eat??? Where will they sleep??? Please
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Mr. Pickles

After I dropped the girls off at school, I took a stroll around the neighborhood just trying to get a better idea about where we live. I was followed back home by this little guy. We named him Mr. Pickles. He looks pretty sad and straggly, so we had not touched him. What is worse, being kicked by a donkey, a horse, or a kangaroo?? We will see if he’s still here by morning. It is a little weird to have a donkey as a stalker. Every time I turned around he would stop and look off as if he was not following me. FREAKY!!

Mr.Pickles

MAGIC LOVERS ONLY!!!

MAGIC LOVERS ONLY!!!

Since my first daughter was born, I have been very connected
to the number 11. Since March of this year or a little before I have been
dreaming of numbers, in long formations. I thought maybe these are lottery
numbers, but my sister; finding gambling to be haram, suggested that maybe the
numbers were longitude and latitude. I thought that was a bit of a stretch
since I am not really familiar with how that works. After a dozen non-winning
lottery tickets and a few months later, I was on line looking for a hotel in
Casablanca and I could not find anything that made my spirit happy. I got a
message in a dream to check in the nearby town of Rabat. When I woke up I did
just that, and I found this beautiful Riad on the coast. After I made my online
reservation they emailed me a receipt with my conformation number and the configuration
for the hotel. The numbers of the longitude and latitude were the exact numbers
I had been dreaming about for the past few months and when I added them up they
came to 11…….

Nana do you speak French

I am the mother goddess

This evening we went for dessert at a nearby
restaurant. We sat outside so we could enjoy the view of the ocean. Half way
through dessert it began to rain, luckily we were under the canopy. It started raining
really hard and the wind was blowing, most of the other guest went inside, but
we stayed under the canopy. The girls were like “oh no mommy, it’s raining.
What are we going to do?” “Nothing” I replied “we are not getting wet” then
Nana said “but what about when we walk back to the Palace, we will get soaked”.
I said “well I guess you better stop the rain” Maheeyah hopped up out of her
chair, puts her hands out and said “I am the Divine Mother Goddess, and I
command you to stop raining at once! “
Then she added “ fibady, fabady foo” lol… The rain stopped instantly.
She sat back down and said “There we go! Now we won’t get wet”! Nyamka said “That
was cool Maheeyah, now can you make the sun come back out………Things that make
you go huummmmmm

Million Dollar Question

So the
Question of the year is WHY???? Why am I Leaving??? The answer….. I don’t
really know……
A couple weeks before my second 30th
birthday I had this dream that I was a prisoner in this dark cage, my wrist,
ankles, and neck had chains around them. In the distance I could see a little
bit of light. Knowing I had to break free I pulled, tugged and screamed, but
nothing. I took a few deep breathes in and used all my strength and manage to
break my right arm free, then my left, my neck then my ankles and then headed
to the light. When open the door the light was so bright it was burning my
eyes. Once I got my focus I realized I was in the middle of nowhere, grass and
trees all around me. I started running and as I ran I was ripping all my clothes
off. I ran as fast as I could with no real destination, just needing to get
free and stay free.

At this
moment in my life I was up to my eye balls with financial obligations, I just
started a new job that had promotion written all over it, I was getting ready
to get engaged to the man I have loved for the last 4 years, Home schooling my
two girls, and trying to maintain some since of self. One night after I
finished working I went to soak my tired body in an Epson salt bath. While I
was soaking my pains away I starting thinking about that dream and wondered, is
this really the life I wanted or was this the life I accidently stumbled into.
And if I could stop time and change my life; would I?....and what would it look
like?..... It would not be this. Yes, I am a mommy, but am I still free to
dream or are they just that, dreams. I always wanted to manage a restaurant,
but I thought it would be the one I owned, that my family would work in. I
would at least be working myself to death for myself. I grew up longing for the
day I would get married, but was I getting married for the right reasons. I know
I am a super complex woman with far too many skills to make use of…. Was I
getting married because I was crazy, head over heels, madly inlove, or was I
just tired of waiting for the right one? I am a passionate person and always
saw my marriage being full of passion, hot steamy passion. That was not the
case, not even close!!! Again I had to ask myself when did I stop living,
dreaming, desiring, when did I start riding shotgun in my own life. Then the
dream came to mind yet again. Was this a sign from the heaven to stop holding
on so tight to things that have nothing to offer me, but wrinkles, grey hair,
and a tone of health challenges. Who has to give me permission to take my power
back, kick neutral out of gear and get back into the driver’s seat of my life?
And right there; in my now cold bath I gave myself permission. So with in the
week I called off the engagement, I quit my job, I resolved all my financial obligations,
I sold everything I owned, and bought three tickets anywhere! So I guess the
answer to that million dollar question…. Why am I doing this?? Because there is
a me somewhere in this world that is happy, free, and full of passion and I’m
going to find her………Me and my babies!!!

Urban Mystic Gypsy

a taste of heaven