"Remember, happiness is a living emotion."
--Sarah Ban Breathnach
Talking to the Goddess and God
I read a wonderful book that talked about the triple aspect of the Goddess. It had mythology of the world for Her different aspects as well as a large list of names. One area in particular caught my fancy. It was meditations for the different cycles of the Goddess...Maiden, Mother and Crone. I thought it was such a good idea that I tried it, but I let the Goddess guide me to Her rather than hunting Her down...so to speak. When I found Her, each was in a different area. I felt so comfortable there and so welcomed. The only jarring feature was when the Mother told me to go talk to the Maiden again. Apparently I wasn't learning something important. Talk about an interesting conversation! Anyway. I thought this was such a good idea that I decided to go talk to the God. I use His three aspects...Youth, Father and Sage as my guides. I haven't had too much of a chance to talk to Him just yet...but I am questing just the same. I thought I would write down where I found Her and Him for others who want to have conversations with Them. Just be prepared to see them where you don't expect!
I begin by finding my center. Breath in and out. Calmly. Let distractions fade to the background. Close your eyes and continue breathing. Relax. Relax. Don't fall asleep! If you do, you may meet Them in dream-land and it will be a rather weird conversation! This is a rather new experience for me, but I am so glad I tried it! I will add to this area as I travel more, but until then, I hope this helps others to find their own ways to talk to the Gods.
I found the Maiden on an Atlantic coast-line in the South. It is an empty beach as far forward as I can see, and rocky outcroppings behind me. I can feel the salty sting of the wind and hear the seagulls above me. There are quite alot of them... With a hiss, the waves hit the shore and are absorbed into the sand. I do not see any seashells, but I have not explored too much on the beach. I can see dolphins and pelicans in the waves, and hazy clouds across the water-line and horizon. On my other side I see dunes, grass and sea-oats. The grass and oats are waving gently in the wind. I can tell it is late spring and early summer. It feels free and open. When I turn around, I see the Maiden. She is wearing a toga-like wrap of pale biege. Her hair blows in the wind, the color alternates through all the spectrum of the rainbow. Her eyes are the same, changing colors yet full of laughter. She takes my hands and leads me to a cave mouth in the rocks behind me. I enter a dark tunnel. The walls are curvy, smooth and black as tar. There is a water sheen on them. I take a torch and follow the passage to the center. This is an underground cave and it is perfectly silent. The floor is fine golden sand and wonderfully colored shells. There is a higher level with seats and benches naturally formed by the seawater that once flowed into the cave. The Goddess talks to me here. When I am done, She cheerfully waves me goodby and I follow the tunnel back outside and into the light. From there, I come "home".
I found the Mother in the forest. I walk through underbrush in a thick forest until I reach a clearing. I can hear the snapping of twigs and twittering of birds. I can see the sunlight dappled on the trees and thick foliage. There are butterflies and blossoms hanging in the air. In the clearing, a group of women are dancing around a bonfire. They see me, and invite me into their midst. A women joins us, and they part to let me reach Her. She is an older women, regal and kind. She embraces me takes me to a shelter made of living trees. There is emerald green moss for carpet (I realize I am barefoot) and She seats Herself on a wooden throne. We talk and She sends me on my way with a kiss on my forehead. I go back through the trees until I am "home".
The Crone took longer to find. She is on a gorgeous mountain-side. The sun is setting into a spectacular blast of colors. Her house is a cabin set into the rocks, partially underground. The air is stark and dry. The pathway is rocky and well-worn. There is little life to be seen, and it is holding its own. Some birds are in the air...crows and hawks. It is stark and beautiful. Her cabin is made of logs and She is sitting on the porch in a rocking chair. Her robe is the richest, darkest velvet with tiny flecks of silver that catch the evening sun. She greets me with a smile and takes my hands. We go inside and talk over tea. Her cabin is warmed by a fireplace, and Her kitchen is cheery and spacious. We talk of many things, and I realize just what can be learned by age. I have no fear of death here, just the reassurance that I will be back. She leads me back to the front door, and I follow the path back "home"
To flip through the pages of my BOS faster...
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