All things are impermanent. I have recently been reminded of that fact with my sister recently having switched realms. And then my drum head cracked. All things are impermanent I’m reminded. Even the best things come to an end.
Except our gods. And the lessons and energies they represent. They have been with us since the dawn of mankind. Our need to explain the world around us persists. And has been that way for eons. The gods offer us the way to get a handle on reality.
I have found myself turning to the Morrigan during this time of grief. She has helped show me the lessons of impermanence. Her wisdom has been a much needed voice in the jumble of my thoughts. She slows me that death is just another phase we all will face. How we face it is up to us. What lessons we learn during such times depends on our willingness to be open.
The gods will endure. After the last Druid has left this realm they will simply lie dormant waiting to be rediscovered. They will remain. That’s as close to permanent as we can hope for.
I had an interesting dream the other night. My husband and I were traveling in Ireland. The flyers of things to do spoke of the Druid Path as an attraction. I told my husband I wanted to go check it out. He agreed.
Off we went. We finally arrived at the location given in the flyers. It was a large green pasture with a stream running through it. The stream sprang up from the earth. It also had been paved. In some areas it was paved with large flat rocks. Other areas it was just paved with gravel. The stream ran down a large hill. The gimmick of the attraction was to walk in the stream down the hill and not fall in the process. I immediately told my husband I wanted to try. He agreed. Off I went to try my luck.
A large group of people had gathered to see if I would be successful. I went up to the man in charge to pay my fee. He had longish curly hair and glasses. Perhaps he was the current head of OBOD. I’m not sure about that. So I paid my fee but realized I was wearing clogs on my feet. Not good for making your way down a rushing stream on paved stones. I told this to the guy in charge. And he told me he had just the thing for this situation. Boots. I took the boots and put them on. I stood at the beginning of the stream. I began my adventure.
I made my way down the slippery stream bed. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. But I kept walking. I nearly lost my balance a few times. But I kept at it. Finally I was at the bottom of the hill. I had made it!
The crowd of people cheered. My husband hugged me. I was tired but exhilarated. I had done it!
Then I woke up.
I pondered the meaning of the dream. It seemed pretty obvious. I had decided to do something challenging. I was given assistance on this trip. I successfully made my way through it. And there were rewards at the end.
Interesting how your subconscious mind processes your waking reality. I am on this new exciting path. Sometimes I moved quickly. Sometimes slowly. But always moving forward. It’s a journey.
So that was my dream. What have you been dreaming lately?
Okay. I have a problem. I like labels. They help me keep my world intact. As a bipolar patient and someone whose brain has been damaged by MS labels help me keep things neat and tidy. Especially in matters of spirituality. A big issue. Labels help my identify to myself and the world at large who I am. And therefore give a glimpse of where I stand.
For well over a decade I have labeled myself an Asatruar. Following the Norse path has been right for me. But now I been called to also follow the path of Druidry. Concurrently. Which I have been doing the last several months. And my spirituality has blossomed. I have discovered new ways to express myself as a spiritual person. But what about the label? There has to be a label!
I thought about the phrase Neopagan Druid. That seemed to fit. That covered both the Asatru and druid paths I’m on. But it seemed so loose. And it didn’t necessarily encompass the aspects of wicca that I throw in to my practice. Ugh!
So I was discussing this dilemma with my best spiritual friend last night. And she told me point blank that it’s time I lose the labels. That I’m only setting myself up for future failure that way. Leave myself open. That’s the only way to allow spiritual growth. Leave it loose.
So I told her I’d try it. Here I am at 53 years old without a spiritual label. I will try this tactic of leaving myself wide open to whatever comes. Who knows? I could be called by an Egyptian god next…
We are part of a vast multiverse where everything is interconnected. Every person, every animal, every rock and every plant. We are all connected to each other through energy systems. My energy affects yours. Your energy affects mine. Just as moods are transferred from one being to another our energies interconnect. Your happiness wears off on me. Your sadness I feel too.
Never before have I been more aware of this cosmic truth than recently with my sister having left this realm to move on to another. I can actually feel her missing. Her energy may remain in some form or another. But this realm has been affected. Something is missing. I feel it most strongly when I get an urge to call her and share some minor event in my life. But I can’t call. No one would answer.
So I find myself using the gods to fill the void. I have been turning to the Morrigan a lot. Her strength becomes my strength. Her long distance view of the world becomes mine. I do ritual for her. I meditate on her. I find myself drawing closer. As if she were a sister. She fills my psyche.
And she shows me the wisdom of interconnectedness. She allows me to see that we are just small specks of color in a huge painting of being. We are all needed to complete the picture. And when one of us are gone another must step in. The void never remains. The multiverse abhors a void and works quickly to fill one. Different things are used to fill the void. Different colors in the painting. I am using a newfound connection to the gods to fill the void left by my sister’s moving on. I have been shown new colors. I am reveling in them.
So the next time you pick up a rock or view a tree I urge you to truly feel it’s presence in your life. Feel the energies being exchanged. More so true with those you love. Let them affect you. And let yourself affect them. Hopefully in a positive way. But feel the interconnectedness. And store that memory away for dark times. You may need it.