sage

Come with me my friends to the world of the esoteric and meet someone who goes without a name. She is anything you want her to be, and you may call her what you wish; she might even be you. Where dreams come alive in the daylight hours and chanting is a way of life. She invites us to her garden where necessary ingredients provide her magic potions. Tread lightly where you might find an insect tied up by one leg over the fire, a dried bird’s wing, or a lizard skin in the thatch of the roof.

The songs she sings at dark of night are ritual invocations of our spirit mothers and grandmothers. The cries of the birds, the chirps of insects, the sudden appearance of a bat or firefly are communications from the other world, imbuing her waking consciousness with constant awareness of other realities.

As the daylight wanes, the evening calls to a cicada that shrills or watch as a bat swoops low overhead; they are messengers. A sudden sneeze, a ringing in the ears, a cool breeze wafting over your skin, all are meaningful when you are in such a magical place. Each plants or trees may be the transformed body substance of a myth-person. Look for the enormous black butterfly with trailing, frilled wings that floats past. She is the beautiful widow clad in black, and the swarm of bright-colored smaller ones following her are her suitors. They can be used as love charms. Everything has significance. Awareness of this hidden world gives her conscious knowledge of what will eventually happen in bodily reality. It is her responsibility to know this and your responsibility to know her.

So gather your things and prepare for a wondrous adventure. Make sure you wear your winged shoes and bring along your imagination; they will take you where you need to go.
We might call this the meeting with the “self,” go for it!

love & light,
sage