We’ve all had that feeling before – the feeling of being out of place in the surroundings we are in. This feeling of “otherness” has been the inspiration for great poems, books, and songs. Imagining how we would be if we were somehow dropped into another life can be potent fuel which stokes the fires of creativity. I know that in the back of my mind, I would personally love to be the reincarnation of Merlin from King Arthur’s Court…I am quite satisfied that, in all probability, I lived the quiet life of the cunning man deep in the forest of the British Isles.
I have learned in my magickal studies that the soul or spirit is ongoing. While I sit here writing in my 47 year old body….my centuries old spirit has seen many things that this mind can only dream of. I know that for some, reincarnation is something you may or may not believe in, but how do we explain that certain knowing that we get when we put our feet down on a certain plot of land….or that feeling that comes with walking into a place we have never been, and yet, we feel perfectly at home.
This feeling of “otherness” that I referred to earlier, is particularly strong for me when I am deep in the woods. Even when I have been hiking in the mountains, forests thick around me….completely unsure of where I am, all I have to do is put my hand on a tree or sit down in the dirt and I am at home. I listen to what these friends tell me….these friends from hundreds of years ago….and I can find my way.
I have also encountered people who seem to be a constant in my ‘lives.’ There have been some friends who have come into my spiritual space….not needing a formal invitation or a fanfare. They just belong there. These are people whom I know I have shared my energy with in past times. I believe that we have been allowed to walk forward into other planes of time as a comfort….an instigator…a cheerleader….and a strength to each other.
This is the person who you may have never met face to face….never touched or walked alongside….but you know them. That comfort level….that trust…a continuation of spirit and energy from a time and place gone by. It is the same spirit that is there when the wind blows against your face. It is that same spirit that I feel when I hear the ‘Graaaaakk’ of Mama Crow. I have known her spirit for eons. It is that same spirit that comes to me in the form of a blue dog. Friz now….before Friz, Sally….before Sally, Patches.
I am often given glimpses of those past associations in my dreams. It is always one of those instances that you know it is much more than a dream…more than fantasy….but more memory. I know, when I dream, that as I stand in the middle of those woods, hands outstretched and other sets of hands join mine, that they belong to those that I have traveled lives and spiritual planes with before.
The magick associated with all of this cannot be expected to be anything less than powerful. Life nowadays sometimes scares me. When I am overtaken with those anxieties, I think on the things I must have survived (or not) before. When I think on these things, it stirs resolve inside of me that I never before thought I had. I tend to fret over the little things….the day-to-day crap that isn’t worth a piddly-fart. I find, though, when it comes to the big stuff….the major crises that tend break the strongest people…that is when I dig my feet in, plant myself and push my magickal shield out with all the force I have. It is also in those moments that I call on those I trust, to walk alongside of me. When I feel those familiar hands joined with mine….that is when you see magickal sparks fly.
It took a while for me to realize that the power inside me has been building for hundreds of years. Lord and Lady have poured themselves into me since time began. I have walked the forests and fields many times over with Cernunnos himself. The moon and I are such good friends because we have been nurturing that friendship for centuries. Wolf has been walking with me since his spirit came into existence…and Mama Crow has been there for many many lifetimes.
I don’t take those human counterparts for granted either. The energy we share now is only a culmination of energies that have been coming together since the time of the ancients. As we join that energy….we can’t even begin to fathom what is coming into being. I look at the world around me. It is my time to change it. The power inside of me joined with the power of those heart brothers and sisters will set the world on its ear. I don’t take the commission of the Gods and Goddesses lightly. Change has been affected in me so that I may bring change to those people and places surrounding me.
Especially lately, magick has been coming out of my pores. Always the magnificent result I want? No. Always the magickal result I need? Yes.
Hang onto your hats fellas! It’s gonna be a bumpy ride!