-Spanish Moss
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."
This past week has been a doozy, roughly 15 hour days,
outside in the sun, while engaging in career related work that is to be
evaluated which is both physically and mentally tiring. As I was outside I was
very much tuned into the current cycle of weather and energy. This is for two
reasons. One, I am a Witch whose practice is aligned with the cycle of the
seasons and I take extra care to know what is occurring. Secondly, the weather,
that being the temperature, humidity, whether it was raining or not, the wind,
the angle of the sun, and the amount of clouds in the sky, at any given moment
has a direct impact upon the quality and likelihood of success for what I was
doing. Subsequently the quality of success had a direct impact upon my
professional career, both short term and long term. I paid VERY close attention
for most of each day. So I was there when the shift happened, I felt it and I recognized
it.
Monday was a very hot day here, with the sun bearing down
and little to no wind or shade. It was a typical Eastern North Carolina summer
day. The wind was blowing steadily from the south, and it brought warmth upon
its back. Tuesday morning started out the exact same way, but then at roughly
1100 it all changed, right then and there, and I was a mindful witness. The
wind shifted directed, a complete 180. The black Northern Wind of Winter sailed
upon winds of change and came strong like a horde come to conquer and plunder,
the weather changed instantly. In that moment in which the direction of the
wind shifted, a storm showed up, and then left, and then showed up again, over
and over again all day. The next morning
the struggle of summer was over, the battle had been won and He had apparently
begun his descent into the Underworld. The North-wind was steady, and the over-bearing
heat of summer was gone, it was still warm out in spurts but if the wind blew
it took it away and brought a chill. The new weather pattern was here to stay,
summer had departed.
Most interestingly I recognized it happening but was
unaware at the time that autumn equinox was at the door knocking. I had
immersed myself so heavily into the mindset I uphold at work and purposely cut
myself off from everything else, I had no clue. I had turned my phone off, no
email, no Facebook, no contact with the outside world beyond what pertained to
the process at hand; I barely saw my kids and wife upon returning home before
going to bed and repeating the process the next day. I thought that the equinox
was not for another week at least, I just believed that the chill heralding
winter had come a bit early. It was not until yesterday, when I was standing
outside at 0400 filling out my evaluation paperwork for the day, freezing my
tail off, did I realize what day it was. The revelation came because I had to
date the paperwork. It was at this point that I realized that for the past week
I had stood as a direct witness to the change in the weather, acutely so, and
only in retrospect knew it for what it was.Yesterday I briefly discussed vessels in the relationship unto words. Part of the paradigm of the Witch revolves around lore in regards to the sacred vessel. It is mythically the womb of our Lady. However, it is more than that. The cup and cauldron are central to ritual and as such represent the place of creation, potential, death, and the empty within the divine play that is existence. The vessel is one half of the whole that is the central point around which rotates the Mill of the Stars. This Mill is manifest as the earth about us, stretching into the four directions.
With each of the directions there is a chamber of the heart; which interestingly is divided into two halves. The heart is more than the physical mirror but is a vessel of the center of where the being of the selves conjoin. For some it symbolized by a flower or by a star.
In Druidry, it is a cauldron which is on its side at our birth. As we age is rotates and is filled with all of the experiences, actions, and trials of life. This Heart Vessel is akin to the vessel yesterday’s post. It can create and form beauty about us, if we allow it to sing.Our statues are a conduit of focus whereby they are proxies of our Lady and our Lord, symbolically speaking. Likewise, the sacred Other is a conduit. This Other is simply the people whom we encounter in the course in our lives. Just as we are divine, so are they. It is the actions by which the Other is interacted with that feed our heart vessel. Our behavior and relations with other people and beings are the substance of our offerings unto the Gods through our own center; just as the offerings made to statues in ritual are sacred, so too are the offerings made to our fellows.
Depending upon which Deity is being worked with will determine what constitutes are a favorable and quality offering to make. The offerings made to the Other is also upon a spectrum of worth. By laying compassion, empathy, and goodwill at the feet of the Other are we making truly beautiful offerings.
Let us not confuse these actions with weakness. There is a time for severe interaction, especially if self-defense is warranted. In these times the action taken is not an offering unto the Gods via the Other but to the Gods via self-preservation. In the end, spiritual authority is derived neither from threats or subservience, but from wisdom. Learn when which offering is to be made and be mindful of the action in the doing, and the Heart Vessel will be filled to the brim of like quality brilliance.
Boidh se!
-Spanish Moss
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."