A Chance Meeting

A Chance Meeting

The feel of the world that surrounds me is ever oppressive in its summer heat… the slow drowning of sticky, humid air. I can still feel what’s left of the pleasantness in the slow, soft breeze–balmy, lingering within the leaves as they’re rustled by its whisper.

I think of poetry, of prose, of a narrative told in an ancient tongue. I don’t quite know the story, but the visceral feel of emotions and the scant pictures painted within my mind are ever present, needing in some way to release themselves.

There are stories I have, stories to tell. I watch and observe all I see around me and I am not without modes of inspiration. I come upon magic in all there is in the world, some vehement and sour, while other experiences promise hope, joy, and love.

A chance meeting is something a writer can always hope for; with a pleasant stranger discussing the weather, with an animal along a wooded trail, and with the Spirits in the land. Inspiration is divine, and divinity is all around us. Learn to see from within, and watch the secret places of the earth.

Keep a look out for these chance meetings because even the smallest bit of knowledge can be gained, giving the proper inspiration for a story to unfold.

The Woods

The Woods

A flame still burns,
upon the hidden altar of transformation
Mortal eyes cannot see
what spirit sees or she places before me
I can perceive figures in the muted light
Shadows on guard
protecting relics of a world we have yet to know
But our knowing grows
And I cannot blanket the terrors of
A dimming wood
A forest of souls and stones and bones
Calling me to tread on down this well hidden trail
An arch of solid granite shrouded in vines and roots of ancient trees
Shows my spirit the way
And my feet lead me
Down the steps
Of disdain and quickened pain
Through shadows of my Self
Evolving to this moment
Trivial longings fade into the distance
And this one true desire beckons my heart to soar
On ravens wings to strike out the clout
Of disillusion
And I kneel in the fog
This astral mist of blooded memories
And I believe
We hold the key
To the womb of the earth
Where pain and peace do not turn so easily
From one to the other
The hater to the lover
My mother whispers my destiny
And I can see
The way before me
And I’ve come home

 

*LJ

To Dream in Color

To Dream in Color

A dream is a dream and nothing more; dreaming is the brain’s way of sifting through events of the day to keep or discard information and reset you for the next day…or so modern science would have you believe.

But dreams are harbingers of some of Life’s most important answers…those that are buried deep within your true Self, the Self that is hidden so deep behind this modern shroud that we sometimes cannot detect its presence. This Self is wise, experienced, and this Self is what gives us our knowledge of real Truth…the Truth that connects all things within the worlds of our Universe…and thus within the web of Fate that is constantly moving in vibrations, frequencies.

Dreams can bring you messages of Hope, of instruction, of declaration of something you knew to be true…and they can show us a deeper reflection in the pools of Truth; reflections that we may not like or are afraid to acknowledge. No matter if dreams take the form of “good” or “bad” dreams, we can look to them for deeper insights, deeper meaning, and a glimpse of what our hidden Selves are truly feeling on a viscerally spiritual level.

Prophetic dreams are just that: prophetic. They somehow reveal what I call “the chance of coming to pass”, meaning that the message portrayed within a prophetic dream usually is related to ‘future’ aspects of your life and hidden Self…and to add a teaspoonful of confusion…your hidden Self is your future Self: it is what drives us to evolve/grow, become stagnant, or turn in dead end circles. Prophetic dreams rarely speak in terms we can at once understand, and they are enigmatic at best and dangerously maddening at worst. But with practice, everyone has the ability to dream the future.

Herbs can aid in dream-casting, and when used according to your intuitive needs they can help aid in opening your subconscious fully when sleeping so that you dream to divine what possibilities lay in your future.

Marigolds, sage, and passionflower are some of my Spirit allies when it comes to inducing meaningful and deeply useful “prophetic” dreams. I will ‘diet’ and herb for a few days, by infusion, decoction, fresh, or dried and added to food. After my dieting period is done, I then place the fresh herb under my pillow when I go to sleep.

*A quick note on poison/toxic plants* Obviously I don’t recommend dieting poisonous/toxic plants at all (in fact if you can gain dreaming insight by using a nontoxic/safe herb, then by all means use it), but there are other ways to connect with these types of plants’ spirits: oils/ointments, incenses, constructing talismans from the plant, keeping a potted plant in your room…ultimately these types of plants aren’t absolute or entirely necessary to help tune in to the Spiritual messages of the Universe through your dreams.

The practice part of this process is retaining what you dream–the essential meaning/message–and learning how to decipher it. This is the part that takes the most patience, as keeping ahold of those dream details can be tricky. Dream journal entries within reach of waking hands can aid in this process. While there are all sorts of online references pertaining to dreams and dream symbols/messages, your truest interpretations of the symbols within your dreams will come from the emotions, thoughts, ideas that are brought to life in you; your own intuition’s reading and feeling of your dreams is your first and truest resource. If you do decide to keep a dream journal, make it a point [every morning after a dream] to log the symbols and events of your dream, as well as your first impressions of them.

My best advice though is this: trust your intuitive senses, and you will begin to learn how to read your Self, and that your intuition is the conduit which connects us with the great Cosmic Mother. She won’t steer you wrong.

The Witching Way of the Hollow Hill

“We are one with all, so in the great weaving of Fate, we have not always been as we are now, and will not always be as we are now..”

…”The Mother who stands behind and within the entire process of Fate, emergence, reintegration, and rebirth, is the great being who is the Mother and key of the craft. The life that is exchanged is Her life; Her gift is Truth, though Her soul is change and transformation..”

…”The sacredness of the “Land” as the “ground level concept” cannot be understated. The merging process, as well as transformation both here and now and beyond, is the only sacred reality, and all beings, whether seen or unseen, are undergoing it…”

…”No state remains the same, however, and so no mortal pain or peace lasts forever. Some states–like the human condition–are a great mixture of joy and sorrow, of intrigues and boredom…
Wisdom is the key to the entire system; to have Wisdom is to understand ultimately “who” and “what” you are–and thereby no longer having to flow ceaselessly through states of pain and pleasure in search of peace…”

From The Witching Way of the Hollow Hill by Robin Artisson