In A Different Time And Place
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Author: Lady Wolfwind
Posted: January 2nd. 2011
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The silence of the night engulfs me. I feel the cool water gently lapping at my feet. As I stand at the edge of this moonlit lake, I slowly let my robe slide down my back and puddle at my feet. I stand before my Goddess in quiet reverence. The warm air caresses my body and sends a chill down my spine. I look before me and the lake is smooth, like glass. It beckons me to immerse myself, to cleanse my spirit, on this sacred night. All around me the night creatures sing and remind me that we are all connected, that we are one in this vast universe.
The full moon glows over my head and is reflected upon the smooth surface of the water. It is such a beautiful sight to behold. I take a deep breath and plunge into the liquid coolness, feeling a sense of calm and relief wash over me. In long, strong strokes I swim to the raft that I know is there by my senses only. Iíve been here many times before, to this quiet refuge from the chaos of life. I climb onto the raft, feeling my Motherís cleansing water slide down my body. I lay down upon the raft and I feel more alive than I have in such a long time. I feel as though I have awakened deep down inside.
As I lie upon the raft and gaze up at the glorious full moon that I am here to pay tribute to, I think of all I have to be thankful for. My cup is overflowing. I think back to the day that I dedicated myself to the Goddess path and all of her mysteries, mysteries I was afraid would never be revealed to me. Iíve come to realize that as I age and life quiets itself around me, there was nothing to be afraid of. The mysteries will be unlocked and shared with those who knock at the door and ask, for those who will be still enough to listen.
Iíve found that the secrets are not read in books, nor can you force the Universe to share them with you. Before you can be privileged enough to learn them, you must first learn patience. You must learn to have a gentle hand and a compassionate heart for all the creatures that walk upon the earth. You must learn to let go of the chaos inside your own mind and to be still. Even then, the secrets will only be shared with you when they are ready. When you are finally ready to let go of the trappings of the mundane world youíll feel the Goddess take your hand and whisper in your ear.
As I lay here, I am in awe of the beauty that surrounds me. My senses are alive and my nerves are tingling. I listen to the cricketsí chirp and the gentle whisper of the pine trees as the breeze blows through them. I close my eyes and feel a deep sense of peace come over me. I belong in this place, in this moment. After a few moments I feel that I am not alone. I slowly open my eyes and Iím not afraid to see a woman sitting beside me. She has long flowing dark hair and dark eyes. Sheís smiling at me. I feel a warmth and gentleness coming from her in waves. We lock eyes momentarily and we sit in silence. I donít feel the need to talk, nor does she. The silence is enough. She enjoys my company as much as I enjoy hers. Time seems to stand still. All around me the night creatures have become silent. Itís as if they are watching and waiting, quiet sentinels waiting to see the moment unfold, knowing that something special is unfolding before them.
We sit like this for what seems like eternity, but not long enough. Slowly, she fades from my view. She smiles at me one last time and I know that I have known her, some other time, on my path. I feel as though she misses me. I canít place who she is or where weíve met, but the connection was there. I feel privileged to have been able to sit with her for that brief amount of time. I feel as though a gift has been given to me on this beautiful night.
I lie back on the raft once again and allow the moment to swallow me. The creatures of the night have resumed their songs and time has begun to move once again. I watch the light, wispy clouds slowly glide across the face of the moon. I think about my life and once again give thanks for all that I have been blessed with. I wonder how I came to be on this path, how I know the things I do, things that have never been taught to me. I think about the people I know and how I would like to share these moments with them but they donít believe, they donít see. Most of them are caught up in striving for more. More money, more clothes, more friends, bigger houses and finer cars. I want to scream at them and awaken them, to tell them that all of these things do not matter. I want to tell them that all of that is an illusion, that it distracts you from your true purpose in life. I know they will not listen and it saddens me. A heaviness settles around me. I feel as though my purpose in life is to communicate what I know to others, but I donít know how. I donít know how to remove the blinders from their eyes. If they could see what I see, only for a moment, they would want to walk this path with me. If I told any of them of my experience tonight, they would think I was crazy. If they had experienced what I had tonight, would they believe then?
Hours have passed and time has come for me to leave this place. I linger a few moment longer, reluctant to let go of all that I have felt tonight. I sit at the edge of the raft and let my legs hang into the cool water. I say a quiet thank you to all the creatures around me and especially to the Goddess who allowed me to visit once again with an old friend. I know that over the coming days my mind will be filled with this lovely girl who shared a few moments of this night with me. I feel sad that I canít remember her name or where weíve met before. I think it would be terrible if she had been my daughter or best friend in another time or place. I feel as though she had strongly wanted to see me again for her to have appeared to me. Her presence will haunt me until I can remember, even if it is just a slight glimmer of remembrance.
I push myself off from the raft and feel the water surround me. I slowly paddle back to shore where I sit at the waterís edge, allowing myself to dry. I look once more to the moon and it seems as though She is smiling at me, as if she is proud of me and who Iíve become. I hear a whisper near my ear and She says, ĒYes, my daughter, you knew her, in a different time and place. She was special to you."
I wrap my robe around my body and feel itís comforting warmth all around me. I start to walk back up the path from where Iíve come, another mystery swirling in my head. Iím headed toward home and returning to the world a little more experienced and a lot wiser. I realize that each lesson I learn brings me closer to the Goddess who has given me so much. There seems to be another lesson to be learned soon. My thoughts are on the girl who I've known from a different time and place.
Love to all my fellow witches.
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