Over 20 thousand visitors a day now. wow! I found an article I had written 2 years ago where I spoke about how exciting it was to have 5 thousand come visit for a day! 20 thousand visitors a day is truly wonderful. I am very grateful to be able to share all of these tools with so many. And to think it all started with that one pack of cartomancy cards from my grandfather.

Those who have been visiting since 1999 will be familiar with the story...

Many years ago, when I was about 17 my grandfather gave me a packet of very old cards. They were in a softly padded box, unlike anything I had ever seen before. He gave me the cards and said, when he was younger an old gypsy woman had given him the cards. She had said, "keep these safe and one day you will pass them on to someone who will share them with more people than you could ever imagine". I remember him telling me that story with such clarity. I also remember thinking, well I guess I must know at least 50 kids at school, 'cause 50 is a lot of people, that's what the old gypsy must have meant!...  Well another 17+ years have come around. And I am sure that my grandfather could not have ever imagined me sharing these cards with the thousands and thousands of people who have visited NewAgeStore over the last 10 years.

November will herald the announcement of two new decks of cards. The first will be Symbolon readings, and again I am incredibly appreciative of AGM Muller in allowing me the opportunity to share these cards and readings. The second set of cards is my own lil personal project - which came about as the result of a dream, I will share more on those cards next month!

Thank you for 10 wonderful years and now we have another 10 to look forward to, full of sweet surprises, enchanted moments and spellbinding journey's.

Jen

I thought this would be the perfect time to look back at some of our earlier incarnations!

1999! Initially we ran under our Australian domain name of lore.com.au. It's great to look back at this, actually it makes me smile as I cannot tell you how many hours we put into getting menu's to work - that was a big thing back in 1999!

 

2000.  I have very fond memories of this design and layout. We essentially were one of the first ecommerce sites in Australia. Of course the American market was leaps and bounds ahead, and the majority of our sales came from overseas. However Australians were starting to make purchases online. Developing all of our back end shopping cart system was lots and lots of fun! :D



2003 - Packing Checkoslovakian Crystal beads into little packets until 2 am in the morning, meant I needed a little break! NewAgeStore (NAS) briefly went to live with a good friend of mine Andrea Putting. NAS was never about 'making money' it was always about sharing, firstly and foremost. Andrea was not in a position to be able to offer me money for the site, so I gave her the site, lock stock and barrel! Andrea in turn agreed to pay me a small commission for each sale she made. After a little while with Andrea the Universe decided NAS was to come back to me, and Andrea graciously returned the site.




2005! NAS is returned, but what to do?... I did not want to be packing beads again, hmmmm.... I know how about I just make it all free readings and see how that goes :)



2007, I loved the menu's and I loved blue, so I tweaked the design just a little bit.




Well, 2009 and free readings went very well! Here is of course our current incarnation. This is the first design that I allowed to be created by someone other than me! I scoured the web searching for just the right design company... guess where I was led... www.blissmedia.com.au Perfect Bliss. The Universe is a great guide, when you stop to listen.

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come and see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Going and coming took most of a day - and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week.

"I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove the length of Route 91, continued on I-215, and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds, and I had gone only a few miles when the road was completely covered with a wet, gray blanket of fog. I slowed to a crawl, my heart pounding. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain.

As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail's pace, I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears - and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car. The mechanic just called, and they've finished repairing the engine," she answered.

"How far will we have to drive?" I asked cautiously.

"Just a few blocks,"Carolyn said cheerfully.

So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. "I'll drive," Carolyn offered. "I'm used to this." We got into the car, and she began driving.

In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of-the-World Road heading over the top of the mountain. "Where are we going?" I exclaimed, distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog. "This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn, I said sternly, trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation, "please turn around. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather."

"It's all right, Mother," She replied with a knowing grin. "I know what I'm doing. I promise, you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

And so my sweet, darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge - and she was kidnapping me! I couldn't believe it. Like it or not, I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils - driving through the thick, gray silence of the mist-wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb.

I muttered all the way. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds.

We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert.

On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle-covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, lettered sign "Daffodil Garden."

We each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt.

Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist-filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow.

Each different-colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.

In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificent enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note - above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. The effect was spectacular.

It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top.

Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me - even against my will. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Who?" I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, "And how, and why, and when?"

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.

We walked up to the house, my mind buzzing with questions. On the patio we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was. The Daffodil Principle.

For me that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty-five years before, had begun - one bulb at a time - to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time.

There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts - simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded.

Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world.

This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time - often just one baby-step at a time - learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"Carolyn," I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All, just one bulb at a time."

The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom!

It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use tomorrow?"

Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

As you may (or may not) have noticed I am now doing the monthly horoscopes, after 2 years of study, I finally believe I'm ready for them, it takes me many hours at the moment, i'm hoping to cut that down a little soon, with just a bit more practice, (another year or two should do it!)

With each monthly horoscope I include some little extra flavours for the month, just so they don't get missed I decided i would post them here, so here's the last 3 months worth :D

• Movie to watch this month: What the bleep do we know? http://www.whatthebleep.com

• Movie to watch this month: A wonderful Life (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038650)

• Movie to watch this month: Pay it Forward

I do read all the comments I get here on the blog page, however as one person cannot reply to them all, sorry :(

There should be no bugs, we have squished them all!.. If you are experiencing any little errors then my advice will be to update your browser. Once logged in you will see the daily biorhythms and have access to saving your readings. If you can see a Save Reading button at the end of a reading (you must be logged in before completing the reading) then simply click that button and you're done. If you cannot see this button then the reading is not save-able.

We have purchased a new forum and should have that up over the next week.

The new answers system is still being developed and as soon as I know when it is ready, I will let you know :)

Jen

Hi, I am writing you to share one of the many spiritual experiences I have had in the last 2 years. It all began in Jan. of 2007 after I had an Angel reading done from you. Everything in your reading was right on and was very surreal, it was almost scary. One of the things you wrote in the email was that Arcangel Michael was protecting me and you had given me some advice to call on him in times when I needed to get through a difficult time.

I indeed was going through a very difficult time and prayed to Michael during times when I was in deep despair. At the very moment that I prayed to him, I received a warm and glowing sensation in my heart that gave me instant relief. This has happened a few times since then.

Also during this time I believe I was being given signs (also mentioned in your email) to direct me in the upcoming decisions I had to make. There was a period of time where every time I got in my car to drive from my lake home to town, I would notice hawks flying above. I was always drawn to them and really didn't know why. It was also mentioned in the email from you that you felt that a bird was somehow symbolic to me and I believe that was part of it. Once I had made some major decisions in my life the hawks disappeared. I had radically changed my life and was on a spiritual path...I even had a near death experience (or a glimpse of heaven) but that is another story.

On my spiritual journey I realized that I needed healing but was not sure what I needed to work on to be completely healed. I prayed for guidance and a few days later I was given the answer in the most unexpected way.(again another story) I had found out that something terrible had happened in my childhood that I had no recollection about. I started hypnosis sessions and after the 5th session it was revealed what had happened.

The most amazing thing about revealing my past, was that Archangel Michael had been protecting me since I was 2 years old. Under hypnosis I was brought back to age 2 and saw him hovering above me with his wings full spread and the most beautiful white glow I had ever seen. I will never forget the feeling and vision of him protecting me. After this experience, I realized that the hawks symbolize Arcangel Michael's protection for me. Since then, during hard times, the hawk(s) appear, I feel to remind me I am protected. Thank you for the Angel reading you did for me....I think it opened my eyes....Lisa