Ruby Slippers
Have you ever felt you were exactly where you were supposed to be? When you were supposed to be and with the person you were supposed to be with? Have you ever felt the spiritual connection with someone at your core and just couldn’t explain it? I knew this and that Teddy Bear was the person I had been searching and waiting for, he was the soul that had always been in my life waiting for me. He felt it too. We spoke late into the night, we spoke of our hopes and dreams, of things we didn’t dare talk about with our friends or family for fear that they would think us a little bit strange. We spoke about philosophy, we made love, we spoke about fears, we made love, we slept, we woke in each others arms, we kissed. We fell asleep again in each others arms, I slept like a baby content and secure in his arms.
Feeling warm and loved, I looked up into his face in the early morning light. It’s almost dawn. I’m blissfully happy. The birds outside the window begin to chirp as the sun rises. He murmurs in my hair, “You are beautiful and you are an amazing woman. I love you, we will be together again.” He begins to kiss my face, but his face begins to fade. I smile, then realize “Wait, a minute, what’s that last part mean? “Would those birds be quiet? I can barely hear myself think. Why is he fading?” The chirping is getting louder by the second, unbearably so.
Then my eyes slowly open, I know. My nature alarm is telling me its time to wake up. I’m hugging the velvety soft pillow in my bed, sleeping alone, here in Denver, Colorado. I didn’t want to click the ruby slippers yet and come home.and Oberon is licking my face to wake me up. “Noooo, OBIE! not YET!” I linger in bed, hugging those pillows, wanting to go back to sleep, to go back to the dream. But I feel around my neck and the small gold aquamarine necklace is there. Was it a dream or a beautiful memory?
I also believe the shape of this object is significant to me, it is the shape of a lens, like a camera lens. I am finding that photography is becoming a creative outlet for me and one way I can express myself. I am finally becoming confident enough to display my photographs, if for no other reason but for pure enjoyement.
The Obsidian Wand. I was given an Obsidian Obelisk some years ago, by two Hermetic friends of mine when I had been unemployed for 3 years. They gave it to me when I was just starting my own freelance web design business and didn’t know how to handle negative clients. Within weeks, my negative clients were no longer bothersome and I got a full time position as a web designer at a University. It stays on my desk always.Black Obsidian Stone is a powerful cleanser of psychic smog created within your aura, and is a strong psychic protection stone. It has powerful metaphysical properties that will shield you against negativity, and the energy of these stones may stimulate the gift of prophecy.Hermeticism, also called Hermetism, is a religious, philosophical, and esoteric tradition based primarily upon writings attributed to Hermes Trismegistus (“Thrice Great”).Much of the importance of Hermeticism arises from its connection with the development of 
Butterflies were fluttering everywhere, they seemed to follow us as we traveled. Every fork in the road, I knew instinctively which path to take, every obstacle in the road, we avoided or overcame. I was being led by some invisible force to a destination, I was compelled to follow and I had no fear. Every path, every fork I took, the butterflies followed. Knowing butterflies symbolize renewal, I felt renewed this morning, I actually felt at peace and happy for the first time in a very long time. The road began to even out, from a rocky road to gravel and then to a well worn smooth road.
Suddenly across my path a dog confronts me, he has one blue eye and one brown eye. He grins at me with a silly grin, his tongue hanging out to one side. He looks like a clown. He runs up to me and greets me by jumping up and placing his front paws on my legs and barking loudly. I laugh, he’s a funny dog. I wonder where he comes from. There’s no one else around and no villages or towns close by, we are alone. Alone here in the forest, just him and me. The shade of the trees is welcome on this path, it is turning out to be a hot, summer morning and it’s going to be a long journey. I look down this path and see that it seems there is no end. I begin and this silly dog follows, I name him Oberon. With him at my side, I am not so alone.
The Platinum Dragon 