Getting it together

The best laid plans of mice and Druids....

We have had a time of it folks.

Every time we got to a good point with the show room, some religious zealot idiot in the neighborhood filed a complaint with Building and Zoning while claiming to be across the canal on the Boca Raton side. Like we believe that one. The people over there have actually come over to the building to meet us and compliment us on our improvements. Guess the idiot screwed up on that one. Anyway, they have no way of finding our home address and the exact same complaints were filed against us at home.
Even though every other house in the neighborhood has at least one van and towables with company signs on them, in order to park MY van at MY house, I have to remove the Cosmic Salamander signs.

As I was typing I noticed the little cursor moving slowing across the screen, so I checked the mouse and it was slowly moving across the desk. There was nothing metaphysical or Magickal about it. Fionna was slowly pulling the mouse by the cord. I have to find the wireless one I bought!

Anyway, we would have to stop everything and take care of the latest complaint which pushed our opening forward by months. For example and there are so many, one complaint was the paint was peeling on the back of the building. We own the lot behind the building, then there is 25 feet of canal bank, then a wide canal and then a huge berm and then the apartments. It is impossible to see the back of the building from across the canal and the builder used STAIN on the building. It cannot peel. BUT, my 66 year old, stubborn as 5 mules, husband had to paint the back of the 2 story building by himself simply because a complaint was filed. So, I bought the brightest white paint they make just so everyone could see the back of the building well. It positively glows.They won't like the next solution any better.

However, we have decided...I decided 6 months ago and George just caught up, to hire help with our meager finance since I haven't even been able to get enough space to do readings in the shop with everything torn up and then you spend two weeks taking care of the lasted complaint outside....Both of us are just too old and too unsteady on our feet to handle the heavy moving. A broken hip, with no insurance, at our age is a death sentence. So, we are paying 10.00 an hour and the work requires no intelligence nor knowledge of magick.

What is the ultimate plan? To really tic everyone off is always a good goal and I intend to fulfill it..

I have been in the closet. WHO YOU????

Yes, me, because there is one area of magick and even going as far as using the W word: witchcraft, that everyone eschews. Just mention it and fear hits. However, the simple truth is every woman in my family has practiced it since the dawn of our family. For us it is nothing scary, strange or repulsive. Nothing gets sacrificed. Everyone is happy.

What am I talking about? Necromancy. I bet you shuddered. No, we don't raise zombies to do our bidding though if I find that spell, someone isn't safe. We communicate with the dead. I have seen the dead wandering around since I was a baby.There have been times I haven't been sure whether the person I was seeing was alive or not, it can be so real and they can be perfect strangers. It can also be embarrassing when you are talking to thin air. Thank the gods for blue tooth.

I remember my first confirmed sighting when I was about 3 or 4 years old. A lovely lady found me in my grandmother's garden and gave me a message for her. Naturally I asked her name as even at that age, most kids worked and you knew the protocol for taking messages for the adults. I ran in and delivered the message which was there would be a hard freeze in two days, get the crops in. I told 'Ma' the lady's name and she immediately started calling the neighbor men to get the corn harvested since she was a widow. My mother was poopooing the whole thing and a message was even sent out to my uncle's farm to bring in the harvest post haste. Everyone started harvesting from home gardens.
Finally my mother asked my aunt who this wonderful lady was that could foretell the weather and she, being the oldest by almost 25 years, said it was her eldest aunt. Whoa, my grandmother's oldest sister was way dead, having drank lye one night and then her idiot kids packed her in a buggy in the middle of the winter and drove to the doctor's house. She died of pneumonia, not poisoning, as I now know she had probably drank the lye often to bring her close enough to death to communicate with her one love, her deceased husband. I don't recommend the practice.
My mother was beside herself as she now knew for certain I had inherited the curse as she put it. She could tell the time a person was going to die to the minute. A veil would descend over the person's head and the date and time would appear over their head. She had no idea how valuable she would have been to the insurance companies.

It froze two nights later and snow even fell.

To 'Ma', I was just normal and now would take my place in the family with the other women. With careful questioning she found I could see all manner of creatures not of this dimension and communicate with them.

Dehaven taught me the formal spiritualist way to summon the dead for mediumship and yes, I am a full trance medium when I want to be. I studied the works of Alan Kardec to learn spiritism and its methods. I also studied Dr. Raymond Moody's works and refined my abilities at both astral projection and travel between dimension. When you add the fact that I have been studying 'occultism' since I was 16, you know I have a good background in what I do.

As soon as we can get the showroom open, I will begin to do readings again and now you know all those brushes against you when you are there, the almost heard conversations and movement out of the corner of your eye, really is a ghost or three, not the cats, people next door and breeze I've been telling you it was. Screaming will not be appreciated as my new hearing aids are very sensitive.

Then we begin work on the psuchomanteion which translates to: place of ghost prophecy where you will be able to see your own spirits manifest, safely. We hope you will like our new focus.

Blessed Be!

In a Spate of Insanity

I'll sleep where I want!

Yes, I am totally insane. I have to be. At some point in my limited consciousness, I decided we needed to get cabinets with doors for all the stock. It was probably after the cats broke something. And George, not normally being delusional, agreed.
Thus I have been on a quest to find glass enclosed hutches because the real display cabinets are just too darned expensive. My quest has taken me through many furniture stores and a few second hand stores. It has been fruitless. I finally concluded that the only way we would get what we needed to display the merchandise properly was to make it.
Having given up, I was wandering through BJ's and found what are really cabinets for big screen TV's made in Viet Nam out of that strange wood they have over there reduced $50.00. It was only after paying for them I realized I would getting a rebate from BJ's, too. Scotswoman does the happy dance.
However, and this is the insanity, you all know you can barely get in here. We have had two stocks for several years: shop and show. Now that George is out of work, the shows have mostly gone under, we tried in vein to merge the two together. Unfortunately, the shop is bursting at the seams mainly due to disorganization. Add almost a year of me being out of the shop recovering from surgery and you have some idea how badly things deteriorated.
Would someone please explain to me how I was going to get new display cabinets into an area you can barely get people into???? They are in the Vanwitch. Tomorrow we begin the laborious process of shifting everything around until we get the shelving moved, the Oriental display cabinet moved with a ton of delicate merchandise in it and the bottoms in so we can start making the top displays for them all while repainting the shop.
If I have to look at these horrible green walls another 6 months I am going nuts!
And then the Pixies got involved. Adding insult to injury, I got an order in yesterday with broken merchandise. I needed the invoice to get the credit and it was nowhere, I mean NOWHERE, to be found. All day my Facebook friends have been posting papers are disappearing and they can't find them. Now I am afflicted. I jokingly said that it must be the Pixies. I found the invoice on the floor right in front of me tonight and there is no way it could have been there before because I would have stepped on it!
So, moving and Pixies plus Isis is having a mood and can't find the location she was to sleep in anywhere...it promises to be a really annoying weekend. Ah, but results will be so wonderful!

Welcome

Welcome to the Cosmic Salamander's new blog page. We hope you will visit our store page at http://www.cosmicsalamander.com/

It's been a busy year for us. We were closed for almost a year while I recovered from surgery. George was laid off last year when Nokia closed her flagship division in Boca Raton, FL. If you are looking for telecommunications engineer, call us. We have been rearranging the shop and trying to get our organic gardening set up here.

I am posting new products to the store area, but I have not been able to update the actual web page. That has something to do with going to through 2 computers in as many weeks and losing all my shortcuts and passwords. Paper really is the best to go, not password safes.

In the mean time, check out "the cosmic salamander" on Facebook for pictures and happenings in the shop. I have several blogs and so does George so you can check them out, too. You might find something you can use. You never know.