Visions

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Thinking about Zero: the Fool, the Wanderer. Starting from nowhere on a voyage of discovery. Putting aside cards, books, images, and putting my mind into dream time, sliding across the edges of this world, this time, turning the deck of cards in the mind's eye, the eye that sees across the borders of the conscious world, the conscious time. Already the cards are peeling themselves off the envisioned deck, I walk the path of the Sorceror, the Shaman, the path where light is a soft glow at a narrow point before me and all around is dusky. The glow widens, another realm of misty colours opens up before me. Now I am the Visionary, the Seer, the Prophet. What do I see? The view clears to pastel green and pales further to clear light.

My dreams are laid out before me: each one from the notebook where I write them each morning, coming alive, resolved, what was puzzling and hazy coming into a different focus. I see things people, places as locations I can visit, anytime, for refuge, or for advice or just to be somewhere else for a while. That recurring place that came time and again into my dreams. Now I can find it. Now I know what and where it is. The ways are open for me. The strangeness still strange but not scary.

Unfinished business, but I can come again, knowing the way, but only when the gates are open. Until I am trusted with the key, which may be soon .....

A Journey

I’m inspired by the journey into the Otherworld described by Heron in his Fern Law of Faery blog and encouraged by his comment on here and replies to me on his blog to try a focussed meditation for myself. So I went to the woods today.

It was in two stages. First I walked up along a path that zig-zags across the slope through the trees to a seat with a view along the valley. I sat here and prepared myself. I imagined myself entering the Otherworld and thought of the paths through the trees as spirit paths. When I had tuned into this I left the seat and continued up the slope to a higher seat under some trees which has a view across to the hills on the other side of the valley.

Now I was walking along the narrow path like it was a winding tunnel into the hill. The path was my gateway into the Otherworld. When I got to the higher seat I was ready to sit down and ‘journey’ properly, though I already thought I was half out of this world before getting there.

I wrote up my journey in my ‘Mystic Book’ and I don’t want to record all the details again here but I do want to record that I used the technique mentioned by Heron of looking out for something familiar to find a helper. I’m really pleased with this but I do need to keep it private at least for now.

It’s like there are some bits of the map in place. They could change, but even so I now have something to look for, or is it a key? Neither and both. But I’ve released the lock and taken a step on the path.