My partner and I took a long weekend trip to Savannah last weekend. It was a wonderful trip…we were able to spend time together, get to know each other all over again. It was a wonderful time. So many old sights and old beautiful buildings…it truly is one of the oldest cities in the south.
One thing that I have found as I have visited many areas in North and South America, is that with old cities comes energies…lots of energies. Years ago, when I visited Ecuador, as we traveled the mountain villages of the Quituan people, the ancient energies permeated the atmosphere around us. It was the same as we walked the lands of the Lakota on the Standing Rock Reservation in South Dakota.
I had always heard that you couldn’t walk two feet in Savannah without walking over a dead body. After visiting the city, I can believe it. There is energy coming from the Native American spirits buried beneath the city. There is energy coming from the settlers and those who died from yellow fever who are buried in mass graves throughout the city. There is pirate energy left by those who ran rum and shanghaied sailors….and there is energy left inside the houses of the long-dead rich who showcased their fortunes through these grand homes.
To be honest, as wonderful as our trip was, I was surrounded by what felt like constant static electricity all weekend long. We would come back to the room at night and we both would completely sack out. I realized later that this came from the constant buzzing of spirit energy around me.
On Sunday night, we took a tour of the Sorrell-Weed house…equipped with EMF detectors, recorders and cameras. I listened as people tried to provoke spirits. We were warned not to get left behind. Of course, we are all in the basement and I walk around a corner, only to be warned from a distance that it is the corner of the basement with the most activity. I turn around only moments later to find that I have been left alone in the basement. I ran to the courtyard to join the group and am standing over an area of bricks to be told that where I am standing is where the lady of the house plummeted to her death. I moved quickly.
I realize that we are around spirit energy every day of our lives, but this was so much concentrated energy. This was old energy…energy that has had centuries to build. I also realize that we need to ground and cleanse after that much exposure to that much energy. I dealt with this energy most of my week last week. Every day that I worked, I faced the harsh, unresolved energy that most often raises its head in anger. This anger came through the tongues of my customers. By the end of the week, I was exhausted. I was not going to have time to myself until after I got back from my partners Friday night bowling league.
When we got home, I made a run for the woods. If I could have crawled inside of one of the trees, I would have. I needed to feel grass. I needed to feel dirt. I needed the feel of tree bark against me. I needed the calmness of the elements. I nestled myself against a large oak tree. I closed my eyes and called to the elements to pour over me…to cleanse me of any residual energy that may have come with me from the trip. I dozed off against that mighty oak, comforted by the heart of the tree and the earth beneath me. I was awakened by the scream of the cicadas swarming around in the night air, but still so masterfully hidden. I stumbled back to the condo…rejuvenated but still tired. I crawled into bed and dreamed of witchy things. It is funny….I think sometimes that I am the only witch who seems to have Harry Potter-like dreams. I soar on broomsticks and watch as magick flows from my wand.
I woke up before dawn this morning. Friz missed our weekend ritual as much as I did. He spent last weekend boarding. He had to trade his walk through the trees and grass and leaves for a cement floor and sleeping in a room with his sister. He was ready for lap time with his Pop and morning woods time. We made our way into the heart of the woods. Even though the heat is still in the air, you can also smell the beginnings of autumn. The wheel has begun its shift. Leaves have started turning and falling. This morning I took pumpkin scented candles with me and one called ‘smoke.’ As I lay there watching the flames lick the air, Friz curled up under my chin and drifted off quickly. I could feel the heartbeat of the earth under me. I listened as Mama Crow and Wolf joined us. I took deep cleansing breaths….breathing in the freshness of the trees and leaves around me.
As I absorbed the calmness…I couldn’t help thinking about what I hold inside me. I walk through each day with the power of magick. Everything I touch, I impart magick to. As I grow older…just as the Lord does this time of year, it seems that those beyond the veil become more approachable and not so hard to connect with. As Mabon and then Samhain draw closer and the veil becomes even thinner, I intend to spend more time among the trees absorbing their strength and calm…and when I lie down at night to sleep, I will continue to dream of flying.