Mercury in Retrograde – How to Be Productive

The best advice for handling Mercury Retrograde! Ruby rocks!

Rubys Readings

Mercury in Retrograde – How to Be Productive
by Rubys Readings

Have you noticed your electronics breaking down or glitching out? Are you struggling with misunderstandings or having communication issues with people? Has your Wifi, computer, smartphone, and anything associated with technology been acting strangely? Are you forgetting words and sentences? Are emails and messages online randomly glitching out or disappearing altogether? Then there’s a very good chance you have been experiencing the side effects of “Mercury in Retrograde.”

Mercury is the plant that governs over communication, travel, our thought process, and often electronics. When it’s in a Retrograde cycle or appears to be moving backward, things can go a little haywire here on planet Earth from its influence.

Throughout this post, I will be referring to Mercury in Retrograde as Mercury Rx. Rx is the actual symbol used in Astrology for “Retrograde,” and it helps me shorten this…

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A Thousand Miles of History V: Into the mists …

A ancient cross is microchipped! Really! Take a read!

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I have always loved Dartmoor. It a place so rich in ancient remains that you could spend a lifetime exploring and never reach the end of it. There is a higher concentration of Bronze Age remains here than anywhere else… with over five thousand hut circles, and that’s just for starters! There are so many legends, ghosts and strange tales that the area has inspired writers from Conan Doyle to Agatha Christie and J.K. Rowling. There are peat bogs and weirdly shaped rocky tors, standing stones and haunted tombs. It is a truly mysterious place and you feel as if you have passed into another time and place as your wheels touch its narrow roads. There are a profusion of wildflowers, birds and animals… and it is incredibly beautiful. Every branch of science, from archaeology to zoology must have an interest in the area… no wonder it is protected by…

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A Thousand Miles of History XII: Hirvedh Treguhyon

Another great adventure!

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

We left the Merry Maidens, still buzzing with the magic of the stone circle in the mist. Distracted by the profusion of wildflowers in the hedgerows, we might have driven blithely by, but…
“Whoa…”
“What’s that…” we said in unison as my foot hit the brakes, just seconds after resuming our journey.  Finding nowhere else to park, we turned around, parked once more at the Maidens and walked back to look at what had caught our attention.

You almost have to be ‘tuned in’ to stumble across Hirvedh Treguhyon. From the road, it seems to be no more than a couple of stray boulders in the grass of the verge, but in fact, it is a superb example of a Neolithic entrance tomb… a rare type of passage grave. It was once covered by a mound of earth, with only the entrance visible and blocked by a carved stone…

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A Thousand Miles of History XI: The Dancing Stones

So beautiful! & so mystical.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

We spent the night in Penzance…and that’s about as much as we can say about the place. It is probably unfair to judge the town on the little we saw of it in our ten-minute stroll by the sea, on a cold, rainy evening, after the sun had dipped below the horizon. Next morning, as our hotel did not offer breakfast, we were able to get away bright and early, passing through picturesque Newlyn with barely a glance and in search of stones and the sites that mark the Michael Line.

We did not have far to seek, as Cornwall is littered with ancient stones, from circles and menhirs, to burial chambers and ancient crosses. The wayside crosses are curious affairs too, reminiscent of the old Herms that once guarded the crossroads. There are many of them across the county and, while we began by stopping excitedly to photograph each…

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Time to Stop Talking by Esther Nelson

I totally agree.

One of my Facebook friends—someone I’m quite fond of—posted the following remarks given by her pastor, Dr. Jim Somerville, First Baptist Church, Richmond, Virginia, to the congregation on July 15, 2018:

It was Thanksgiving 2016, and my brothers and I were headed toward a family reunion of sorts in Franklin, West Virginia, where my mother now lives. Four of us were carpooling together and one of us asked another one of us, ‘Can you please help me understand why you voted for Donald Trump?’ And we all listened. And my brother who was asked the question explained his position in a very clear way, in a very gentle way, in a very loving way, so that his brother could understand his reasons. And when he was finished he said, ‘Maybe you could tell me why you voted for Hillary Clinton?’ And my brother responded in the same gentle, kind, and…

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A Thousand Miles of History VII: Legends on the rocks

OH … how I would love to go here!

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The morning after the workshop, with Alethea and Larissa squeezed into the back of the car, we headed back along the road towards Tavistock, in search of the next site of our day’s explorations. We were going to have a long drive later as we were heading down to Penzance for the night, but for now, the Michael Line was calling…

So the drive from North Brentor was a short one… a matter of minutes… as we were only going to the Parish church. Even from the road, we could see why Isabella Hollwell had bequeathed the money for the building of the new one at the centre of the village.  What promised to be a pleasant climb for us on a cool summer morning, would be a vastly different affair for the parishioners in the middle of winter… especially if you happened to be carrying a coffin.

The church…

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Vikings Invade Heysham

This looks like one hell of a good time!

Sun in Gemini

Every July, for the past few years, the lovely and ancient Lancashire seaside town of Heysham (He-sham) has been invaded by Vikings…

They come in their hundreds, bearing their weapons, tents and tools… and with their families. They sweep in from the ‘sea’ and set up camp on the grassy hollows of the playing fields, where their fires soon fill the summer air with the aroma of meals cooking.

Their children, polite and beautifully dressed, dance around the merry hordes, and strange and magical things happen, like a lady carrying a lost kitten, needing a home…

Some of the things they bring are comically-fearsome; but only because our minds do not know their inner history, written in the ancient legends.

Their elders are wise, regaling all who will listen with stories, history and good humour. But they are ever protective of their own, and their children, in whom they sow…

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