I have been rereading a book, something that has to do with some commandments. I like the cover of the jacket, it suits the Autumn that I feel is coming and that I am even beginning to like it again.
Oh, the pleasure of reading it one more time, knowing how my heart feels, is so relatable.
As usual, when I open a book for the first time, it will most likely be a reference book, I’ll go where it takes me. However, a non-fiction will get the front page. The words I needed a few days ago had to do with precisely that; words.
The power of words.
That day and ever since, I’ve been catching up on the book, doing ah ha’s and Wishing.
THE SPIRIT DWELLS IN ALL THINGS. NAMES AND WORDS HAVE POWER.
The power of names and words
“Words create images in our minds. A name can create a mental image and a feeling. However, we are often not aware of how intensely names and words affect our daily reality, let alone our spirituality.”
In my case when it comes to names; MJ put together some beautiful letters to create my name. I had such a fabulous and mystical time putting forever labels on my Children. I can be grateful to him for that, oh yes I can, I can!!
Five times I planted my strong self in the rocking chair, well, more than five times, gosh, do it right, woman! What I meant is that during pregnancies, carry a new Soul, five times. During each of those special moments, I planted my overwhelmingly wriggling body in the rocking chair to meditate, pray, talk, whatever we decide to call it. (I call it praying now, those days, oh no, I was meditating, haha), rubbing my belly hard as a tortoise shell, because those babies were fully attentive, along with me in the appointment of! Always alone, drifting, rocking up and back, slow and steady on that wooden chair that would wait in silence. No matter how long it took (sometimes it took more than one rocking session), when it came time to name my little riders, I instinctively wanted their input. In my dim mind, the letters slid across the canvas, like a power point presentation. That at the time, um, I didn’t even know what that was!
Each of them helped in the decision is what I know.
When I was a child with my dream fantasies, I had chosen my first two names… I was going to do my thing and have two babies, to include a boy and a girl. Right. I can laugh now at my thoughts then… ugh… just a little differently now.
Shawn Michael and Shana Marie.
But wait now… My first young… Wow, even with my little mind taken, he let me know what was going on. subtly. As we rocked, over and over, I rocked my tummy and occasionally prayed that I wouldn’t have a red-haired baby. Now wait, don’t jump on me yet. My mother’s people are full of redheads, my sister, (Hello!) She has a beautiful auburn color coming out of her head! My son’s father had a dirty blonde/brown thing with the color of his hair. Mine was a major mix of red, brown, blonde, possibly even orange (as a hairdresser told me about my natural color, back then) (Hi, I’m turning 50 soon here, it’s a color day), whatever … I would say, “Please, my God, don’t let me have a ginger baby.” Not because of the red hair color or anything like that… it was because I wanted to save my son 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 that Shawn Michael would stay called. After all, wasn’t there a reason why he already had that name? Or maybe he 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 heard me say “Please let me have a ginger baby”? Hmm, I wonder.
When she appeared, quite orange from head to toe, that glorious red-gold hair shone for me. He shined on me. It turns out that this 31-year-old tall drink of water fits perfectly with the chosen name.
My second Son tells me every time we talk about naming the whole name and the fact that he won and came to be called his first name. It was going to be Shane (Shana variation, did you notice?) Then we hit the rocking chair after Shane was used by another family with a child who was close to our family at the time. It didn’t take long for him to get to me… it turns out that this strong, intense and beautiful soul with blue eyes has a nickname that sounds great and suits him very well. His birth name is strong when you add all three together. Very nice.
Three other Children were born to me, about 10 years later. The rocking chair, the big mom and the quiet times gave rise to three other amazing names… each name that I have casually noticed, is very old…
I wanted to talk more about Words and the power they have…
THE WORD, THE PEN, THE SWORD: THINK, SPEAK, WRITE AND WEAVE MAGIC with clear understanding.
“As the aphorism goes, “The pen is mightier than the sword.” Our ancestors were aware of the truth of the power of the word. In magic and in life, they chose their words carefully. Languages were developed around key issues in a representative culture and the feelings of those people towards those issues. Additionally, stories from around the world illustrate a strong belief in the power of words. Consider:
***In the Bible, God speaks so that all things exist.
***The Egyptian god Ptah utters words of manifestation to bring forth the Universe (and the Egyptians called their written language the speech of the Gods).
***In the Greco-Egyptian magical papri, the names of non-Greek and non-Egyptian deities are invoked, as well as long series of vowel sounds. Historians believe that 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 magical spell or ritual.
***Samurai warriors used a kiai (power shout) to focus and direct their intent before battle.
***The bard or troubadour of the Middle Ages used the emotional power of words (in songs and poetry) to influence people, either to help with a political or social cause, or to increase the amount of money received by a performance.
In my world, words, whether spoken, read or heard, have always had and always will have a profound effect on me. We spit things out so fast, often in anger, or hear words on a muted TV in the corner, for reasons unknown but can send our moods on a wild rollercoaster ride. The music we listen to too, the list goes on and on. If we think for a little moment that our words are not powerful. Look at the bullying that is rampant in our country…too many times a young girl hears how ugly she is or the little boy who is made fun of for her red hair…or, or, or…then an 18 year old takes her own life after hearing words that made her heart feel ashamed. A stupid rumor causes a gentleman to lose his job, which in turn leads to a divorce and his family being torn apart. Be that as it may, our arrogant attitude to what we are influenced by when it comes to the media, and all the other crap, is doing us great harm. Consequently. And we don’t seem to notice.
More recently my ears have been assaulted and I am not exaggerating when I choose that word. My trine is deeply hurt by the misguided anger and fears of others. And we all have to figure it out. Unfortunately, most of us choose not to grow up and discover our own yellow brick paths to happiness. I use the yellow brick road to jump in my mind, singing, ***lalalala*** silly songs of glee…it’s a sunny day that comes to mind right now) I’m still jumping at least. I am grateful for this. Really.
If we can do one thing this day, if I can do one thing this day, I choose to speak words, think words, choose the diet of my mind wisely, and be the better for it.