Back in the Saddle Again….

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To say that this past weekend was busy is an understatement.  So many things were going on, plus it was a holiday weekend. 

The planning for this weekend started in late November of last year.  My goal for buying Christmas gifts for my partner was going to take a different turn.  I was investing in “activity gifts” for both of us…..Cooking classes, massages, and a ‘Romantic Couples Horseback Riding Lesson.’ 

I had to make the reservation a couple of weeks ahead to secure our time and space….only two couples do the lesson at one time.  I was a bit nervous because my partner’s ear surgery was wedged right in the middle of all of this planning.  He was given the ‘all’s clear’ by his doctor with the understanding that he would take it easy and was told there needed to be absolutely no galloping.

I got up early Saturday morning.  I had to go early to do fluids for our friend’s dog.  I got on the road, only to be texted ten minutes into the drive to be told not to come.  I was just a tiny bit perturbed.  I had left Friz asleep in the kennel after his quick meal and potty break.  He looked at me as if I had scolded him as I headed out the door.  After the phone call, I rushed back to try to walk Friz out by the pond.  I harnessed him up and we walked toward the pond.  Everything seemed a bit out of kilter.  The crows were going crazy.  I had never seen them so antsy. 

Friz and I sat down under our old tree friend and I leaned back.  I could not relax…..Friz couldn’t settle down either.  He shuffled and he moved and he shifted and he licked non-stop.  I finally got so unsettled that I scurried back to my feet and quickly ushered him back to the condo.  As we walked away, I saw Black and White Cat coming up in the distance.  I waved quickly and we kept moving. 

I got Friz comfortable with my partner and I hurried to meet our roommate in the living room.  We had planned on going to brunch.  We got in the car and rushed to our destination.  We arrived at the restaurant with not a minute to spare.  We were seated quickly…..right in the middle of a section that had some of the most ill-behaved children I have ever encountered.  As we tried to talk and eat, these children shrieked and screamed and ran around the tables without so much as a ‘No’ from their parents.  We practically swallowed our meal whole just to get away from the chaos.

We thought that as a breather that we would head over to Starbucks.  We figured that we might be able to sit outside, enjoy the weather and relax a bit.  This time we happened to grab the last table…..and of course, it was beside a table where the occupant talked loudly to himself the whole time.  We also got to experience a dog that was there with his owner.  Obviously the dog had not been very well socialized as it barked and yowled at every passerby.  I looked at my roommate and said, “I am ready to leave now.  I need to start getting ready.”  6781100867_0d43e04b3b_z

We left and got home in record time.  I had time to jump in the shower, put on my jeans and boots, hop in the car and head to Adairsville.  Thankfully, our roommate had agreed to feed the dogs and keep them out while we were gone.  We fought the Atlanta holiday traffic on highway 285, highway 85, and highway 75.  We had finally gotten far enough out of the city that things were beginning to settle down.  We went exactly where Google Maps told us to go and ended up lost on a road that did not hold our destination.  It said that we needed to park and walk over hills to get to it. 

I told my partner to stay in the car and I walked down the road to neighboring farms to see if I could get accurate directions.  After stopping at five different farms, I finally came up on a little white haired woman. “You ain’t far from it…..don’t know why you’s way over hyar.  It’s right around that curve up yunder.  You’ll see the sign.”  I texted my partner and told him to drive down and pick me up and we drove around the curve.  Sure enough it was right around that curve ‘up yunder.’  We got out and our instructor was waiting for us on horseback on the other side of the pasture gate.  There was another couple with us.   He told us to come around the gate and follow him to the barn.  Thankfully I had worn my boots and jeans and thought to tell my partner to do the same.

We arrived at the barn and the instructor talked to us about respect for the horse.  He discussed energy with us and told us we needed to release any tension or frustration that we had because he would not allow that type of energy around his horses.  We all separated ourselves and did breathing exercises.  Once we were in the right mind frames, the instructor introduced each of to the horse we would be partnered with.  My partner was paired up with a quarter horse gelding.  He was directed to stand in from of the horse and breathe…In through the nose and out through the mouth.  The instructor called this ‘Equus.’  He was directed to rub the horse all over his body in circular motions with just a small amount of pressure.  This was to increase the human/animal bond.  Then he was shown how to direct the horse without forcing him.   This all clicked very easily for my partner and before long his horse was following him like a puppy.

In turn, the other riders were introduced to their steeds.  I was the last one to meet my mount.  I had turned my back for a second, and as I turned toward the stall, I saw the instructor lead out one the biggest animals I had ever seen.  He told me the horse was a Percheron and his name was Billy.  He was ginormous!!  Then again, this horse had to be able to carry mine and his own weight through the trails.  I had tried to release all of the tension of the day.  I went through all the directives that I was given.  I started to lead Billy.  He wouldn’t budge.  I had already been told that he was extremely gentle…but also stubborn.  He had been aquired through a rescue group and was a remarkable animal.

I walked slowly around him breathing and rubbing in circles.  I took the rope in my hand and proceeded to walk. Nothing.  I wasn’t about to pull.  After all, how effective would that be with a 2100 pound horse?  The instructor came over to me and told me to let the horse help me with my own energy.  With this instruction, I began to rub Billy’s face…breathing deeply as I did.  I whispered out, “Lady Epona…I call on you.  Make mine and this animal’s spirit one.  Renew and refresh our energy.  Calm us and build in us your heart.  Bring us together with you.”  I heard the instructor say calmly, “Will you look at that!  He is asleep.”  Billy slowly opened his eyes and I swear it looked as though he winked at me.

The instructor helped me up on Billy and gave some basic instructions.  Now, I have been on horses before, but it had been so long that I decided to let the instructor treat me as a beginner.  Every gentle request I made of Billy seemed to be second nature to him.  It was as if he could read my mind.  I was third in the line of riders with Billy with my partner and his horse behind.  Billy moved precisely the way he needed to with very little pressure on the reigns.  The only difficulty we had was the part of the trail through the woods.  Billy was so tall that I kept getting smacked in the face with tree branches.  One branch smacked me squarely under the eye and I heard my partner gasp.  I laughed and told him that is what I get for being so heavy….a horse so tall that I am in the higher branches.

As we would go up hills, Billy would pick up speed to get us up the incline.  He never seemed to lose control…..he always knew just how much speed to add without going into a gallop.  As we cleared the trees, we came into an open pasture with a pond nearby.  Each one of us was helped off the horse and they were close beside us.  We were given a mini bottle of wine and allowed to spend time as a couple with both of our horses.  Billy would playfully rub against me and I would do more circles.  My partner’s horse seemed absolutely enamoured with him.  He looked at him the way my partner’s own dog looks lovingly at him.  We laughed and talked about how fascinating these creatures were.  I put my hand on Billy’s forehead and listened as he breathed out.  I could feel the presence of Lady Epona right there in the midst of us.  She was offering her blessings to me, my partner, his horse and Billy.

We climbed back on our horses and made our way back to the barn.  Everyone was helped off their animal and then it was my turn to dismount.  I sat on Billy and the instructor took the rope to lead him.  Billy decided to turn around and head back out of the barn.  I had to direct him back inside.  The instructor said with a chuckle, “Doesn’t look like he’s done with you yet.”  We went to the middle of the barn and I swung my right leg backward and of course couldn’t feel ground.  Even getting off, I was still a good three feet off the ground.  The instructor grabbed me under my arms and helped me down those extra few feet….if I had tried myself, I would have landed with a thud.  As I turned, Billy turned to nuzzle me and I thanked him and Epona for such a wonderful afternoon…..and afternoon wrapped in the arms of the Divine. 

As we walked back to our car, we walked in silence.  We knew that we had experienced something unique.  We knew that we wanted to do this again….soon.  We are already planning dates.

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Where the Wild Things Are….

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When I was a little boy, the one animal that I always wanted was a wolf.  I was intrigued by the way they looked, the way they acted.  I remember the stories that my grandmother would tell me about wolves.  The most memorable and the one that I still see surfacing all over is “Two Wolves.”

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”

Wolves have always played a big part in Native American Legend.  They are also a strong component as well as ally in certain areas of the Craft.  As you know, on many a trip to the woods here, I have been accompanied by the spirit of wolf.  It is wolf who has taught me about survival and family and resourcefulness.  It is wolf who has walked me through tragedy and death and helped me to keep my nose to the wind.  It is wolf who has taught me that change is constantly around us and that we must adapt to those changes.

I remember going to the Cherokee reservation in North Carolina as a teen.  On the way, we passed by many tourist-y type locations.  On one of the doors to a local business, I saw an advertisement for wolf-dog puppies.  I was ecstatic!  I was finally going to be able to have a wolf (even if it was only part wolf) and live the dream of raising a companion who would help me walk life’s road.  As I hurriedly scribbled the number onto a receipt I had crammed in my pocket, my grandmother came up behind me.  “Where do you plan to keep this wolf?”  “In my room.”  “Where will it be able to run and hunt?”  “In the back pasture and the woods behind.”  “What happens when his true nature shows?”  “Huh?”  “What happens when wolf shows forth and dog is forgotten?  You cannot change the nature of something…no matter what you try to mix it with.” 

As my grandmother asked me these questions, I could see a familiarity glistening in her eyes.  Even though she chose to leave her people behind for my grandfather, there were many times I watched as the Cherokee took over.  I remembered what she was like as she led me into the woods and down by creekbeds.  I remember the glint in her eyes as she taught me to track rabbits and squirrels.  The glow as she told stories of her childhood.  It looked as if she was flying when she would start dancing in the kitchen…..complete abandon as she shuffled and turned.  She knew personally what it felt like to be taken out of your element and what it was like to conform.  I think this is what made her the easiest to tell when I realized that I was gay.  All she did was continue what she was doing with a huge smile.  “One can’t control the nature of the heart.”

It is because of my grandmother that I continued to nurture my love of the wolf.  I revered and honored them with my own energy and magick.  I gave offerings to them.  I was allowed the honor of meeting a wolf-dog once in my life.  I may meet others yet, but this dog had a profound effect on me.  He was an older soul, around 11.  He belonged to a man who had lived ‘way past any usefulness,’ as he put it.  I was in bible college at the time in Tennessee and had to make the six hour drive home.  Mountain driving was a necessary evil and not a drive that I completely enjoyed.  I tended to make any stops I could and made that long drive even longer.  I stopped at an old stand of sorts.  Mountain apples and apple cider were always something I craved.  There weren’t many apples there, but the old man offered what he had and a big cup of cider.  I looked to see an old dog walk slowly toward me.  From a distance, all I could tell was that he was a good size….couldn’t really decipher the breed.  When he sat in front of me, there was no mistaking that there was wolf in those eyes.  My heart quickened from the excitement.  “Wolf Dog?”  “Yep.  Name’s Injun.”  “Really?”  “Yep.  He’s a good ‘un.  He was a bit hard to handle coming up, but now that there’s some years on him, he’s settled down.”  My grandma had always taught me not to look an animal in the eyes unless I was invited to do so, so I kept my head low. Injun came up and nudged my chin with his head, so I took it as an invitation to look at him.  It was as if a part of us connected.  I could feel that there was nothing tame in this animal…he had just adapted to the life that was given to him.  I felt our spirits communing with one another and magick and wisdom being transferred back and forth.  As I sat there on the porch steps talking to the old man, Injun laid down beside me and put a foot on my leg.  “Never seen him take to anybody like that.  Guess the injuns would call that medicine, huh?”  “Yeah, I guess that’s what they would call it.”  I thanked the old fella for the apples and cider and walked toward the car.  Injun was right beside me.  I thanked him for what he had shared with me and again our eyes met.  I knew at that moment that I had been allowed to share in wolf energy.  That is something that I will always cherish and will always be as fresh in my mind today as it was the day it happened.  I got into my truck and drove on toward home….knowing that because of wolf energy my life would be changed forever.2013-05-16 18.08.01

This week, I was surfing the net and for some reason decided to google “Wolf.”  Now with one word like that, you know that millions of things are going to come up.  I was surprised by the first entry on the screen of my computer.  Wolf Haven International.  I read about their facility and was thrilled by all that I read.  Even more exciting was the fact that they offered the opportunity to ‘adopt a wolf.’  I looked through the gallery of wolves in their sanctuary and wondered how I was going to afford to adopt all of the wolves shown.  As I scrolled down, however, one wolf caught my eye.  It was Shadow.  Shadow is a 3 year old male wolf with a dark grey-black coat and amber eyes.  He had lived in three different homes before going to Wolf Haven.  He has endured much for such a young wolf, but now is living a life as close to normal as he can.  I decided that Shadow was the wolf I needed to adopt. 

As I made my decision, I was automatically connected to the energy of Injun.  My memory raced quickly back to the day I met wolf energy face to face.  I look forward to keeping up with the life and antics of Shadow and am thankful that there is a way that I can contribute and give back so that  wolf energy may continue to thrive.  I am thankful that I am able to give to such a wonderful organization that help those that should have lived life untamed may be able to move back in that direction.

Blessed Be!

‘Tis You Who Hath Made Me Wicked……

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This week has been a challenging week, if nothing else. My partner had his ear surgery last week and instructions were given for him to take it easy. In our household, that comes to mean one thing….I take on every little chore and undertaking. Now, I am not complaining….it had to be done for his healing. The cat boxes needed to be scooped, the dogs had to be walked, the house had to be cleaned, laundry had to be done, the courtyard had to be maintained, meals had to be cooked….and of course I had to watch him like a hawk. This also happened to be a very hectic and busy week at work. So this week….let’s just say…..I am pooped.

Now I normally try to be as upbeat as possible around home and work. I feel like sometimes we are so bombarded with bad stuff that we need that someone who can make us laugh at the dumbest things. At work, I am always posting dumb little pictures just to build morale and instigate a giggle or two. When I am overtired, however, I can be the biggest grump you have ever seen. It doesn’t help that I am living life on decaf….which is essentially flavored water. At home, I try to be equally as jovial. I try to make light of situations just to keep my partner’s mind from circling small issues over and over again and turning them into mountains.

So, I am at work this week and trying to deal with some major issues, when one of the women I work with asked me something that she should know backward and forward. I snapped at her. This woman also happens to know that I am a witch….and as she is walking away from me, I hear her mutter under her breath, “Hmmmpfh, looks like Glinda is gone and the Wicked one has taken over!” It kind of took me by surprise. I know I sat there with shock on my face, but also, it made me angry.

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It seems like most of my life, I have been held to a different standard. My time in the ministry made me walk tightropes as far as behavior went. After all, the pastor is supposed to be loving, even-tempered, and long-suffering. Now, I have explained before that I am a complete fire sign….so to hold my temper all the time just ain’t gonna happen. In the church, I was always told that ‘righteous anger’ was ok. Well that is fine and good….but what about the ‘stupid people who could use smoting up-side the head’ anger?

I find the same standards in witchcraft. After all shouldn’t we hold ourselves to a higher standard? I also think that we shouldn’t be forced to stifle all that is natural in us. As a man who loves to embrace the wild part of myself, I would much rather snap as a warning to someone (the way the wolf or dog does) than let them put their hand right at my mouth and force a bite. With most of life, I have learned that sometimes growling a bit lets someone know that it is time to back away from me.snarling-wolf

Frisbee is very much mostly mild-mannered. When he feels threatened, his fur bristles, he growls, he bears his teeth. We have one neighbor that either out of ignorance or shall we call it ‘her own state of simple bliss’ doesn’t realize that these are warning signs a dog gives when you are invading his space. I have told her over and over and over to please not approach Friz by reaching at or over him….don’t make direct eye contact with him…..be as non-threatening as you can possibly be around him. She doesn’t listen. This week, I was walking Friz on my lunch…as I do everyday and this woman comes up to him. She proceeds to reach at him. I asked her to please step back and don’t touch him because he is feeling uneasy. He proceeds to growl…..as did I. She looks at me vacantly and says, “Oh all dogs like me….that’s just his way of being friendly.” So I tell her, “I work in a vet clinic and those are all the postures of a dog who is uneasy and feels threatened.” She continued to ignore me and reached toward Friz like Elmira from Tiny Toons…with Friz backing farther and farther away.tumblr_m9wqojaget1qisyigo1_500

Finally, I put myself between her and my dog and growled, “Back away from my dog or you won’t have to worry about him biting you….it will be me.” She said, “You don’t have to be mean!” I said, “I guess I do because you didn’t listen to me when I was trying to be nice.” It is sad that you can’t be firm, or give just a growl without someone looking at you as if your skin has turned green, your nose has grown crooked and sparks are flying from your fingers.

Now I wonder just how much we may have misjudged all those witches that we have come to think of as wicked over the years.

  1. The Wicked Witch of the West: So many accounts are out there now about how she became Wicked. There are suggestions of her being scorned by the Wizard. Maybe she was just having a bad day, but we labeled her “Wicked.”
  2. The Evil Queen from Snow White: Most of us have watched the episodes of “Once Upon A Time.” We have seen the hurts that Regina has been subjected to…only because she was never allowed to live the life she wanted.19b24eb7f81ed3e9ab5d24f6e63a89d1

I try very hard to be a gentleman, but when somebody pisses me off…..there can be hell to pay. I try to be kind with my words, but my tongue can cut you to shreds if you threaten me or any of my family….extended included. I would never use a spell to harm anyone, but I will pull out all the stops if you come at me. I have been told for so long that I should always keep the ‘negative’ emotions under wraps. I don’t really see any emotion as negative. If I let any emotion go to the ‘nth’ degree it can go haywire.

Am I wicked? Yeah, sometimes…..but I am also just as kind and gentle. It is not dependent on me…..but on you.

Blessed Be!

The Magick of Listening

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I have found myself in a myriad of emotions this week. Anger, elation, melancholy, and apathy. I started the week the way it normally starts….work. It seems that somedays, everything there….every person can push every button I have and summon up such a rage inside me, that each time it rises, is the worst I have felt. Then there is the melancholy that comes sometimes with just dealing with everyday issues….bills coming due, little past remembrances that can creep in. Apathy….now I will admit, I do not feel this very often. I am normally a raging heap of emotions….a large rubberband ball of raw emotion….but this week, I was to the point that I disconnected so quickly (and it was quite evident, by the way) that people asked if I was still in this large gelatinous form I call a body. Of course, there is my favorite of all these emotions…..elation. The uncontained euphoria of hearing that my partner had come through his ear surgery beautifully and that the surgeon was optimistic that he would regain most of his hearing.

Now, this week was submersed in the details of the ear surgery. There was the anticipation of the positive results, but there was also the dread that the hearing would not improve and that total deafness in that ear would be the end result. We talked….a lot. We talked about possibilities and fears and we made promises and laughed about how silly we were being too.

All of this emotion surrounding one of the five senses made my brain go into overdrive. What would I be without one of those senses? Where would I have to make adjustments? How good of a listener am I, really?

Today was the first full day after the surgery. I spent the rest of yesterday worrying about whether he would bend over wrong….strain….move the wrong way….do something that would destroy the positive results forever. He was drugged up and feeling pretty good, so he really didn’t give a rip. I constantly asked him, “What does it sound like? How does it feel?” Questions and Loritabs don’t really mix well. I was told to stop and let him sleep.

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This morning, I woke up tired. I tossed and turned all night long listening for any signs of pain or discomfort. Of course, at an especially early hour, I hear whines coming from the kennel at the foot of the bed. The dogs want to be fed and walked. Bella was content with eating, pooping and then going right back to sleep. Friz on the other hand expected more. It was a comfortable temperature out, the sun was shining. He was pulling me with all the force a chihuahua could muster toward the pond.

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Friz and I settled in beside the old oak tree. I closed my eyes and for the first time in a long time…..I just listened. I could hear my breath coming in shorter bursts at first because of the exertion of the walk. Then I listened as it lengthened….became softer, easier, calmer. I listened to Friz’ panting. Heavy at first….then gently relaxing. I could hear him twisting his body to fit my lap….could hear his breathing become heavier and then dissolve into soft snores.

I heard a familiar sound approaching us from the wooded area behind us. It was a soft padding catching the leaves that were left from fall and winter and the taller grasses as it came closer. I could hear a loud purr roar forth from an old fae cat that hadn’t seen us in what seemed like ages. I listened as he cuddled into Friz and the sound of a small motorboat was roaring forth from his insides. I heard so many sounds around me that I would typically ignore just because it didn’t directly effect me. There were sounds that made my imagination dance. I just knew I could hear the fae playing hide and seek around me…..the flit of wings and tiny little giggles.

My brain raced into technicolor visions of creatures that I have longed to see and look eyeball to eyeball with. Every splash I heard in the pond water was not just that boring old bullfrog that I have seen time and again….but a beautiful mermaid or merman splashing about. That breeze that I could hear swooshing around my ears was the aftermath of a low-flying dragon. Oh the joy that was stirred up in me…..just from listening harder than I have ever listened before.

As I sat there with visions and sounds rushing around me, I quieted my spirit enough to whisper, “Lord and Lady, take this time, in my silence to teach me.” I listened harder. If my ears could have bled from the strain of listening, this would be that time. What was I waiting to hear? A thunder clap? The roar of a hurricane? A tidal wave? It must be something that is going to be huge….ginormous….something fantastical! The longer I sat there, though, the quieter it seemed to get. The wind had become still. The splashing had stopped. My spirit, however, did quicken. I felt an excitement…a wonderful stirring. And then, it was like I heard a whisper. It was a whisper that seemed to echo with the divine masculine and the divine feminine. “In your stillness, in your silence, you are learning. You are learning of the kisses and caresses of the wind. You are learning of the laughter of the water. You are learning of the joy and warmth of fire through the sun….but most importantly, you are learning to hear the heartbeat of mother earth. It is in your connection with each of these elements that you learn from and connect deeper to the Lord and Lady. Our spirit becomes a part of your spirit. You know us as well as you know yourself.”

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I breathed in deeply. It was almost as if I was taking in my first breath. Not only did my hearing seem sharper…..but every sense seemed more alive and hyper-sensitive. I inhaled deep and caught a faint scent of jasmine penetrate my nostils. I shifted my weight and it was as if every grassblade underneath me became evident….nature’s carpet. It was almost as if I could taste the wind on my tongue. Finally as I opened my eyes, I could see everything glowing in the light of the sunshine.

The one thing I have learned about myself over the years is that I can be a little thick…not the brightest crayon in the box. Nature has found a way to show me the things I miss from time to time. I have often told my friends that Friz is one of those dogs that ‘doesn’t have the sense to come in out of the rain.’ Now I am beginning to think that I was the one all along with no sense. When I watch that little dog in a rainstorm, he turns his little nose into the air and sniffs just as hard and fast as he can sniff. He doesn’t stop to worry about the fact that he is getting wet. He is living for that moment….that second…and with that moment comes all the smells that rain brings out.

Today we had a rainstorm. Of course, Friz had to go out at that exact moment. The only difference was that this time, I was standing right there beside him…nose raised in the air, sniffing as hard and fast as I could. It smelled fresh….it smelled new…..just like another new beginning.

Blessed be!!

An Offering for Hekate

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This week has been hectic.  Not a bad week, just hectic.  It seems as though I “ran around like a chicken with my head cut off”….as some of my older kinfolk might have said.  Part of the issues I have faced this week were at work….seemed like everytime I turned around, there  were little fires that needed to be put out.  Another part of the issues surrounding me this week had to do with a friends pet. 

My friends dog of 14 years suddenly became ill.  His kidney levels in his bloodwork had gone through the roof. Having worked with animals for well over 10 years,  I realized when my friend told me this that it was not good.  The poor dog was throwing up, wouldn’t eat and was very lethargic.  I knew for a fact that my friend would not put this poor animal down, so I concentrated all my energy into making him feel as good as he could.  The vet suggested giving fluids every day, so I made arrangements to come by every evening to give fluids and help entice him to eat.

By the third day, I could feel my empathic abilities kicking in tremendously. It had not crossed my mind that they would work stronger with animals than with humans….but my bond with animals has always been quite a bit stronger.  I have a deeper connection with animal spirits and energies than I ever have with humans.  I know that sounds odd, but the animals were my friends and teachers growing up….not so much men and women.  I knew that I could trust the animals with every secret and every hurt. 

In the process of working with this dog, my body was growing tired and weak and I didn’t have much energy or appetite.  I had been spending excessive amounts of time outside lounging under the moon to try to replenish any energy I could get.  I found myself under the moon every night.  I conferred with a friend and she suggested that I go to the crossroads and talk to the Witch Queen Hekate.  I had already been mulling this over in my own brain…but of course, I needed the push.

Good luck finding a crossroad in a condo complex…..especially without scaring the neighbors half to death.  I already have one that refers to me as a Brujo and runs every time I come out (I am not entirely sad about that)….he happened to be skulking outside my courtyard during one of my rituals and got a glimpse of me with wand in hand and my cloak on and cauldron blazing.  I headed out as close to the woods as I could and happened across and area where some type of animal had made trails….looked like it could have been deer, but it could have also been some of the other wildlife scampering about.  I looked for an area where the trails crossed over each other and found it just inside the woods.  That was a magickal happening…..kept me hidden enough not to scare anyone….and what better than animal trails to be used as a crossroad in magick for another animal.

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I unpacked my backpack.  I brought out my cauldron and candles and had my wand at the ready.  I brought out the offerings to Hekate.  I had a muffin and a small amount of wine.  I also brought offerings to Hekate’s hounds as I was sure that they would play a vital part in this magick.  I brought out the dog treats and laid them on the ground beside the muffin.  I started the ritual by inviting in the directions and elements and then I called on Hekate.  As I called her name, I could sense the stirring of the elements around me.  I could smell the wildness of the woods…I could feel her presence. 

I explained the situation with my friends dog.  I could feel her walking around me listening patiently as I went through the details.  I remember finishing by saying that I understood that it was not my decision as to how long this dog was going to live, but that I did not want to see him suffer.  I received a distinct whisper in my ear, “The time is near….it won’t be long.  Guard yourself…you must be strong.”  I whispered my thank you into the breeze around me and prepared the offering.  I poured the wine into the ground and put the muffin and dog treats in the center of the circle.  I thanked the directions and elements and opened the circle.  I found a nearby tree and settled underneath for a quick nap.  I woke up to find black and white cat curled up on me.  I scratched his chin and told him I needed to get home.  I loaded my backpack and headed out toward my own unit.  I guess I forgot to pack my cloak away….the neighbor that calls me Brujo stood ten feet from me.  He didn’t stand there long.  Again, I here the word spring from his lips and he was off like a shot.  I just make sure I keep my protection spells armed up and the protective plants all around the condo.

I went back to my friend and told him that it would not be long before his beloved pet would bound into the Summerlands….he replied that he knew.  The only request I made is that he would not let the animal suffer.  He promised me.  Right now, the dog is holding steady…but we both know that it won’t be much longer.  We have to be as faithful to him as he has been to his owner over the years.

Hekate represents the three faces of life…youth, motherhood, and the years of wisdom and age.  She shows us daily each of these representations.  Wherever we are in those stages….she meets us.  Even walking us to the gateway of the Summerlands.  Most of us fear her for this reason.  We see her as representing finality….but she also represents beginnings….from each part of life to the next.  There is a reason you find her at the crossroads….each road takes a new and different path.  It is up to us to take the steps and help others find the right path for themselves.

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Blessed Be!