In the dark time, there is a journey to be had. It is the time when we often need to let go before we can grow anew. Sometimes it is old things we have collected in our rooms of our houses, or ideas of what we thought about ourselves, a pattern of behavior that does not serve a higher purpose. Sometimes it can be a friend who we have loved for many years.
We all have friendships that can come into our lives that lift us up and bring us new exciting things to our lives. I have a friend who plays shakuhachi flute. He has introduced music into my life that I had not known before. We create music together this evening in my home before the fire. Myself on a new instrument called a Caisa drum. We start to play our notes together and I open up to a song of wood gnomes beckoning us into the cairn beneath the oak tree, to see the secrets that lay beneath the earths crust….
On the way down the long staircase made of soft tree roots I meet a tree gnome with a brown nose covered in dirt. He says I need to let go of a friend that has been with me for many years. I tell the gnome my love for her has never waned but, it is true we have grown in different ways. I say a prayer as I go deeper to the earths’ hearth beneath saying the gratitude I have for all we have shared and with love l let her go to her own path. I say, may our lives come together perhaps at a different place and time, but for now, I bid you farewell on your journey. May you have peace, I let you go.
I continue walking and it becomes aglow in the earthen winding stairwell and I see there is a fire here where more tree gnomes all have been waiting for me. Ahh they say, you have arrived! Please partake in this mulberry wine we have made to warm you up! I drink this hearty madder red wine. Time to cast a spell of the heart to bring your spirits up, to spark you up a bit they say. Eight in all are here around the fire in differing attire. Some have the traditional pointed hats of pine green and little overalls made of soft material. They say I came from a long line of Priestesses many, many moons ago.
I see a cauldron over the fire with sweet and bitter smells of nuts, roots and herbs wafting into the air, circling in a spiral of mists. The smell is intoxicating and takes me into a dream state or another place altogether. I see myself in a time of strength wielding the elements of the winds powers and talking to the stars in the sky. They hear me and respond sending powers of light into my eyes as I look up. These are the very olden ways of the Priestess. I have a fury in my eyes as I raise my arms and make an incantation promising to watch over the ways of the Earth all my lifetimes.
At this moment my heart receives all the stars light to my center, I whirl around and around with my dress swishing to my legs movements. Blue and white materials fall, cascading in a rush as I come to a full stop. My arms a conduit to channel the starlight and down into the Earth…. As above so Below, All is connected through the Magic of Light. This is the truth as I feel it in my body gently shaking as the current of Light passes through me and into the Earth.
I hear a soft singing that pulls me gently back to the room where I am sitting with the eight tree gnomes. They look at me with a wide grin on each of their faces knowing where I have been. They have seen the same vision and were there as well. We all join gently swaying to the humming of the songs, the spoken word that I started at the beginning resumes where I am playing my drum and chanting the words to this story that I am telling now. I bid a happy farewell to the tree gnomes and walk back up the winding stairwell of tree roots and brown earth knowing I shall return again. I reach the top of the opening from the oak tree and climb out to where I began.
I now know a part of me I have not seen or known before and I am renewed to the deeper truth of my history, my past life that connects me to my powers of then, to now. To speak to the stars above and channel the energies of Light to the Mother Earth. To know my truth as a Bringer of Light.
