Wednesday, May 30, 2018

breathe


     Hello!  Thank you for stopping by to check on me!  Whew, stressful day!  Clover is in the kitchen now brewing some kind of tea for me, I think.  Either that or practicing something he read.
     Have a seat anyway, even if you’re not staying long.  Help yourself to whatever’s in the basket.  Actually I have no idea what’s in the basket at the moment.  For all I know, it could be yarn!
     Well, I’ll tell you, it definitely helps to keep one’s Support Staff in mind when one is having a stressful day, not that you didn’t already know that.  But, you know, we tend to forget when the walking-around world rubs up against us until we’re staticky with it.  All jarred and jangled.
     What helped me today, besides a gratefully-grabbed quarter-hour written conversation with Cerridwen (during which this wryly humourous exchange occurred: C: “What will you do?” Me: “Destroy them all?”  C: (Laughs) “No.”), was when, in a moment of deep palpitating stress, my dear Anubis came right into my forward field of view and had me focus on breathing, on simply matching the breathing he asked me to do.  Sometimes that’s really the key to regaining the reins in a situation that feels out of control, just simply returning to the breath, letting one’s self take deep, slow breaths, and things start to clear.  And for the rest of the day, whenever I started to slip, he was there, and I was able to take that calm.  So, grateful for that.
     I know, it’s the most basic thing, but again, sometimes we forget.  And maybe this will help you remember next time.  Whoever you’re closest to in those realms, to remember to remember to look to them, when walking-around world life has rubbed you staticky.
     All right, I know you were just passing by, and I think I hear the kettle anyway – I am not sure what Clover has cooked up but I expect I will find out in a moment!
     Oh!  What did he want to ask me last time?  Yes, I can tell you – he had overheard me talking and wanted to reassure me that he could indeed turn back into his Narrow form whenever he wanted to.  So that’s some stress less, which is always a welcome development!
     Hello, Clover!  For both of us?  That is very kind of you, thank you so much!
     Here you go – you can take the cup with you, it seems to be edible anyway, after you drink what’s inside.  I wonder what this will do!  Aha, ‘whatever we most need’ – thank you, Clover, very thoughtful as always!
     Well, safe journeys to you – enjoy the tea!  See you again soon – hopefully after a much less stressful day!
     And if it is stressful, remember – connect and breathe!

Sunday, May 27, 2018

spring can really


     There you are!  Goodness gracious what a difference a month makes!  Come inside and get cooled off – I have icewater, berries, melon…
     Yes, I think I’ve got some kind of cooling tree-magic on this place as well, nice and cool in here, no need for fans or air conditioning in this cottage!  Have a seat, give your head a rest from the sun!
     Just a month ago we were still talking about bitter winds, and then it was as though the Spring, frustrated with not being able to get Winter to leave, called on Summer, and Summer came and sat on Winter until Winter squirmed out and left, and now we’ve got Summer.  Oh we’ve had a few lovely Spring days at least in between, but these past few days have been proper July.  In May.
     Meanwhile, out East, they’ve just had snow.  In May.
     Well, it’s just like what Elen showed me – it’s a deeper weave now.  We may well see cameos of all the seasons, in each season.  Just part of that new dance Ratatosk said we might want to watch and try to learn.
     Yes!  You’ve noticed the dark blue quilted jacket then, over my pale purple robes?  A nice touch I think – and just as well it’s cooler in here than it is in the walking-around world, because this would be altogether too many layers for there.
     And that striking young man in the next room, with the loose black hair – that’s Clover!  He must have found a way on his own to take human form – I certainly didn’t teach him that.  I get the sense that it’s not terribly comfortable for him, but he seems to want to stick with it.  He seems to like having fingers, for one thing, and I guess his human eyes are more suited to book-reading than his big luminous ones.  I notice he’s kept his long shaggy tail though, and from time to time I catch him with long pointed shaggy black ears on as well.  I think he can turn himself back if he wants to.  Obviously I worry about his comfort, but he seems to be doing what he wants to.
     This brings me back to thinking about ‘witch-form’, and the fact that this is the first time in my life I’ve felt comfortable in my human shape.  This goes way back too, to when I was in daycare centre if I remember correctly – the first regular game I had with other children.  There were two other little girls my age, and we played witches, only they were the witches – I was the black cat.  Even then, I was choosing the animal persona over the human one – this feeling of ‘other’, among the other humans, even then. 
     And really, this goes even further back than that – you know how historically the great psychics and mystics are said to be born with a caul?  I never had that, but my lateness (and terrible sense of direction even then) caused me to be born with long black hairs all over, and full-black eyes (the irises would later lighten to the dark brown they are now).  So, born with a pelt rather than a caul, whatever that might mean mythically. 
     Even in my personal dream mythology, my dreams of being in wolf form, or of running on all fours, symbolize ‘being myself’. 
     Yes – though it was the foxes who meant ‘pay attention’ in my dreams, and Fox who is the chiefest of my mystic animal guides, and though I have recently finally embraced my deer aspects, and though I certainly share more personality traits with those, it is wolf that is the non-human shape I have held most in dreams. 
     Even any kind of ‘inner child’ work is affected by this – I used to say, I don’t have an ‘inner child’; I have an ‘inner cub’!
     But now that I have allowed myself to think of myself as a witch, that has changed.  Not that it’s gone, by any stretch – I can always access it – but there is less of a layer of urgently needing to now.  So it’s interesting.  I am watching it, seeing where it goes.
     In other news, it is Spring, always a wild season for transitions.  Starting way back in High School, I started calling it ‘The Death Season’, because it seems as though a lot of people make their departures during this time.  Recently, in the walking-around world, I have been attending and joining in monthly sessions with people who use sound for healing and connecting with spirit and all that good stuff – I’m so happy to have the chance to do this, and it feels like an extension of the sung-magic work I do as a vitki, working with the runes – and in two of the sessions I was shown visions about exactly that aspect of Spring. 
     The first one, I stood in reindeer form with Elen, and she showed me how the dying things, the dropped things at this time, all fed the Spring, all gave it nourishment to help it happen – and for me, that gave a deeper meaning to why the female reindeer drops its antlers in the Spring. 
     The second one, during a sounding for Persephone, I was shown this:
     Hades awakens, feels beside him in his bed, the warmth where Persephone had been a moment before, and knows she has gone up, to bring the Spring to the living world.  He rises then and sings to her, he sings out his love for her, deep and booming and joyous, sings it so it rises up and feeds the living Earth above, sings it so she feels it.  And all the dead, they love her too, and they sing the love song as well, and all those love songs rise up and nourish the Earth, helping Spring happen.  And everything that dies at this time helps to feed the Spring, helps the Spring to happen.  And it is a way for the dead to ride up in their songs, to become a part of the new grass, the flowers, to see the Sun again.  And Persephone, walking in the living world, she feels the love, and all the living world is dear to her, even the noise and construction and fuss, and she walks amidst it all, feeling the love song rising up through the Earth, rising through the soles of her dancing feet, and she sings it too, and helps the Spring happen.
     After that, we were asked to sketch or draw or write what we had experienced during the sounding, and I drew a horrible picture of what I’d seen – well, I was pressed for time – I would really rather make a poem of it, and so maybe I will.  I’ll incubate on it!
     Ah yes, the poetry.  Well I was going to turn my mind back to focusing on poetry anyway.  It was funny – I was getting very frustrated, because I kept seeing these dangers in the walking-around world so clearly, and nobody else around me seemed to be listening to me, or seemed to see what I was seeing, or seemed to care.  It was like those terrible dreams where you see something dangerous coming, but nobody will listen.  And I thought, I feel like Cassandra!  And then I thought: well now, if I am Cassandra, then what must I do to regain the favour of Apollo? 
     And then I thought, aha – I have been neglecting my poetry! 
     (Apollo was quick at this point to reassure me that he wasn’t even a bit mad at me, but also that I would certainly improve my life if I returned my focus to poetry and the other Apollo-esque arts, so it’s definitely something I am thinking about.)
     (Though, maybe not archery.  I think I’ll leave archery out.)
     Speaking of returning to creating, and of those sound-sessions: in the most recent one, we connected to the Mayan goddess Ixchel, in the spirit of Beltane, and my goodness what a potent goddess she is to know!  She has a serpent on her head (not only for the wisdom that represents but also for the male-aspect inclusion element), and is a fertility and creativity goddess – among other things – and what she showed me was intensely intoxicating, in the best possible way.  See, it’s what creation is – the mind-snake starts to pursue a creative path, sensitive, knowing, and feeling its way, and chasing down where it feels good.  We follow the snake then, lose ourselves to that pursuit, it becomes a lovemaking, the more we chase it, the better it feels, and it’s gloriously messy, big watercolour spillovers of rainbow and stars, and we pant and sweat, and trust the snake – the creative drive – we know that the Drive is wise, so we can let it lead.  That’s what I was forgetting – how natural an act creating is – whatever kind of creating it is, whether bringing through a book or a painting or a child – something I can definitely use when I take up my pen again to return my focus to writing and poetry, things I have allowed to lie fallow for far too many years now. 
     After the sounding, we were asked to take a phrase to encapsulate our experience, and I went with, “Creation is a lovemaking, and the Drive is wise!”, which I then went on to belt out as a sexy song while I walked the snake-shaped path we had constructed before, lined with crystals and river-rocks, and the other people at the event singing along in wild chorus.
     Yeah, it’s good stuff.
     Well, so wonderful to see you again, what a journey we went in our conversation today!  I see Clover there in the doorway so I think this is his polite way of saying he needs me – or perhaps his polite way of saying he needs me to be quiet!  Ah yes, shaking his head, no, he just has a question.  Be right with you then!
     As for you, please take a basket of berries with you, as you can see we have more than enough, and I wouldn’t want them to go to waste!  Stay cool out there!  Take care!  See you again soon!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

amethyst and rose quartz



     Oh hurry in, hurry in!  It looks pleasant enough out, sunshine and whatnot, but that wind has a nip to it, dragging those last threads of Winter through, and there’s a storm of another kind crackling through the air that I’d rather we both were out of.
     Whew, there we are.  Have a seat, have some cookies and cocoa, or tea if you like. 
     Yes, that’s Clover in the other room – the Narrow I healed – he’s enlisted himself as my apprentice now, and I’m glad of him.  I suspect Liam had something to do with it, but I’m not complaining. 
     There are rabbits in the front garden now too – all hiding from the wind at the moment I suspect.  Well, I say rabbits, but I think it’s probably more like one Rabbit.  I first saw her about a week ago, wild and brown, with standing up ears and a wide wise eye.  Violets – the little cat – crouched in the hedge and growled her little growl, but didn’t dare attack, which is good.  I think the Rabbit may be my own Rabbit returning – when I first started journey-work, I used to journey with a Rabbit-guide often, and she tended to have a lot to do with getting on with creating, when there was creating to do, so I’m glad to see her again – I’ve lain fallow for too long.  But sometimes she does seem like many rabbits, when I peer out into the lawn!
     Still, I’d like to see if she wants to do journeys with me again, and see where that leads.
     What a week!  This is what I meant by the ‘storm of another kind’, when you first came in.  I’ve had such a hard time focusing, with all the ramped-up anxiety going on right now out in the walking-around world.  Crazy, awful things happening, and scarcely a chance to breathe between them.  It’s so important to find one’s places of solace, even if they are only in the NOR.  Places that when you feel lost you can put yourself into the space of, and suddenly you find you do know what to do.  On Monday, for example, after a particularly horrible thing happened right in my city, and I was dizzy about it, and wondering what I could even do, only one moment in the cottage, looking at Clover, and suddenly I found I DID know what to do – a gentle, quiet casting to send peace and comfort to the living victims and their families.
     (Anubis assured me that they all got over okay, the ones who were killed, so there’s that – but what a horrible thing to have happened, I’m still shaking about it.)
     And then later again, wondering how to go about this casting, I simply checked in with my cottage-self, pale purple robes and all, and there I was in the circle, an amethyst point for each direction, points facing out, and in the between spots, rose quartz, with little clear quartz points pointing out from them, and my purple-robed self in the middle, radiating radiance and love, comfort and peace.
     We really do know, it’s wondrous to realize, what the best thing is for us to do.  And I found myself taking another step deeper into it later on in the week when, stressed out from dealing with work and my continued dealings with a difficult person at my walking-around world job, I suddenly found myself thinking, “What does the witch see?”
     How everything changed around me, with that one simple question! 
     I mean, it had been a huge enough epiphany for me earlier in the year when I finally allowed myself to think of myself as a witch.  For years I’d always said, “Oh, I wouldn’t presume to call myself a witch…”, as I did my mystic work, my shamanic work, my psychopomp work, my vitki work.  But then suddenly I realized it wasn’t a matter of deciding to become a witch – with all I was doing, and had been doing for years, I already was one!  And at that point – that simple allowing of the thought, “I am a witch.” at last, everything opened up for me, I felt this deep calm and confidence.  I felt comfortable in my human shape for the first time in my life – though I do tend to think of it as ‘witch-form’. 
     Such a simple thing, and everything changed for the better – and so it was with that next step, asking myself, in the middle of a moment of stress, “What does the witch see?”  And suddenly, I felt myself sink into a more heart-centered mindset.  I could see the people around me more clearly, and more kindly, and more compassionately.  People’s jarring behaviours, that had been bothering me a moment before, simply ceased to bother me, because I could feel something of why they were doing them (even if it was only, “This person feels they need to do this, to be more comfortable.”), and of course – of course – they had nothing to do with me.
     I don’t know what you have, I don’t know if you have a witch aspect-of-self, or a wise-person aspect of self, but I do recommend that question if you find yourself in a stressful situation – just ask yourself what that wise, mythic aspect of yourself sees.  I think you are in for a very pleasant – and calming – surprise.
     Of course, it doesn’t always add up to calm – there is this man and his three small children who sometimes get on the bus I’m on, for two stops on my way to work in the mornings, and they always fill me with an excruciating sense of near-panic stress.  So eagerly, armed with my world-changing question, when they got on the bus the following morning, I asked myself, “What does the witch see?”  And the witch hissed!  So sometimes we feel these things we feel as valid warnings!  I still don’t know why or what it is about that little family group, but I don’t think I even want to know. 
     Wild world.
     But in general, it’s helped me a lot, especially with the week it’s been.  It’s like the reindeer thing – I took the magick name Reindeer for many reasons – to recognize my connection to Elen of the Ways for one thing, and to recognize my embracing of my cervid aspects, better late than never and so on.  Reindeer even matches my Destiny number in numerology, so there’s that potency as well. 
     And yes – it’s “Rainy” for short (which short-form incidentally matches my Life Path number in the numerology, so it’s nifty that way too).
     But Reindeer is rich with depths to plomb – for one thing, reindeer reminds me that I am one of many, that we are all equal emanations of the radiance, but our task is to each shine our own unique light, from where we are, in the midst of the many.  Our own magick, bringing it through, to enrich the whole. 
     And we all belong.  So it’s best to meet people eye to eye, rather than shyly skulking through, sorry for existing, or looking down from above, afraid to immerse, afraid to share vulnerabilities.  We feel each other’s heartbeats.  We breathe each other’s breaths.  We need the magick of all of us together.  We need the whole song.
     Well, I could go on about reindeer! 
     So yes, hoping this week is better, from a headspace standpoint at any rate.  I have mentioned before that I have done work with Loki about learning to dance with the chaos, about remembering that we are still who we are, even when the chaos is happening around us – we have all the inner resources we need to be the best we can be – and I recommend anyone who wishes help with that to connect with him – from that aspect, he is amiable and not at all frightening – very compassionate, as the god of chaos – the beauty of natural chaos, as a force we can observe, and respectfully learn to dance with. 
     But Loki is more to me than that – in the past year I realized he also very neatly represents a big part of my Shadow for Shadow work.  And not the least of that is my tendency to – against my better judgement – eat perhaps rather more chocolate than I have any sensible reason to eat – and then become loquacious in a way that I later regret.  And I thought about the old stories, where Loki has perhaps rather more drink than he has any sensible reason to drink, and then becomes loquacious in a way that he later regrets as well (granted, sometimes with added murders involved, but thankfully that is not a problem I share).  So this week when I found myself in a bad mental state, and realized I could definitely have been feeling better had I been a little more careful with my intake, I sat down with him – my Shadow-Loki aspect – and said Loki darling, we really have to be careful with this.
     I did have a funny moment with Cerridwen, actually, not long after I first allowed myself the thought, “I am a witch.”  A few days after that day, I had absently eaten too many cookies, and I was hard on myself for it, I said, “How can I be a witch if I eat too many cookies?”.  Cerridwen laughed, and I realized how silly a thing that was to say and laughed too.  And she said, “You’re just a witch who sometimes eats too many cookies.”  And sometimes, that’s how it is.  But I am working on doing better, so I suppose recognizing when I am doing something I would rather not be doing is a good start.  It’s a mindfulness thing, and all that.
     And at least I made Cerridwen laugh.
     Oh yes, of course – I’m so happy you could visit, what with all that crazy stuff going on out there!  And certainly, take some cookies for your trip home, Clover certainly isn’t going to eat them!
     Oh, there is one more thing before you go – this came for you.  This little box.  I don’t know who it’s from, but they must have known you would come to visit – look it’s your name right on it!  Such a lovely little box.  It must be from someone who loves you very much!  Please take it with you, open it at home when you have a quiet moment to really take in the beauty of the box, and everything there is about the gift for you that’s inside.  I’m excited for you!  I wonder what it is!
     Do you have everything you came with?  Good good, wouldn’t want you forgetting anything, what with the cookies and the box and all! 
     Oh and Full Moon tomorrow!  Don’t forget that either!  Always good to keep in mind, what the Moon is doing!
     Well, take care!  Pleasant trip home!  Goodnight goodnight!