Posted: April 30th. 2001
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(Happy Samhain 'down under')
Greetings Witches, Wiccans and Pagans,
Walking along the shoreline of the small pond, Wren was checking to see if any grateful birds had left her some feathers in thanks for their morning breakfast treats. There were no feathers that day, but something else caught her eye. The sun glimmered through the shallow inch or so of smooth, clear water onto the pale fine silt which cushioned the edge of the pond from the forest of green rushes. There preserved as clearly as dinosaur footprints in fossilized shale were the tracks of a wandering white ibis. How long they had been there? There was no way to tell. A minute? An hour? A day? Whatever the time frame, the ibis had come and gone. But he had left behind a gift that was boundless in its very simplicity. He didn't know it was going to be a gift. He was simply coming and going in the routine of his ibis life. And so it is with some gifts. We really don't know when we will find one-or when we may be able to give one. In our own comings and goings, sometimes we too leave our gifts unawares.
To the ancient Egyptians, the ibis was a sacred bird. Representative of Tehuit/Thoth, the ibis embodies the attributes of that God. Thoth serves in Osirian myths as the vizier (chief advisor and minister) of Osiris and is the messenger of the Egyptian Gods. He is a God of the moon, of time, magic, and writing. He is considered the inventor of hieroglyphs which he then taught to mankind. And Wren can see why this connection can be made: Ibis prints indeed look like some ancient cuneiform-type script.
As in all of the 'Wren's Nature Tales', there is more to this story than a bunch of bird tracks. (Otherwise, it wouldn't really be a 'tale', now would it?) Earlier in that very same day, Wren had to make a trip to the post office in order to ship off the until-now-delayed three boxes of books for the WARD Prison Ministry. Now three boxes of books are pretty darn heavy and Wren's arms are pretty darn spindly, so she did what any self-respecting Witch looking at three heavy boxes of books would do: a spell. Just a little one. Just a little one that might garner up some help once she actually got to the post office. In short, she was looking for someone to offer to carry at least one of those boxes in for her. (She would never ask someone to do what she wasn't willing to do herself. She'd carry two. All she needed was someone to carry the other one. ) Wren loves it when a spell comes together! Sure enough and thank the Gods, a nice young man saw her struggle in with the three boxes and dashed over to help. Yay! Thanking him profusely and giving him her very best 'you're a lifesaver smile', she got the boxes off and drove to her next errand-of-the-day: the food store.
Wheeling down the snack aisle (Fritz has his needs.), she was checking out the chips section when she heard a voice say, 'Can you help me?" Turning back, Wren saw a small elderly woman on the other side of the aisle. "Can you reach the raisin bread on the top shelf for me, " she asked. Well, of course, Wren could and she did. The little woman thanked Wren profusely and gave her what was probably her biggest 'you're a real lifesaver' smile. They chatted a bit more and them each went their separate aisles. Wren returned home, Fritz got his chips and all was right with the world.
It was only later that day-while she was contemplating the Zen of ibis tracks- that Wren realized exactly what had happened. Wren had started a chain of events off with her little spell. She had, she readily admits, been thinking of something for her own benefit and the benefit of her spinal vertebrae. But knowing magick the way that she does, she should not have been surprised (And in fact, she wasn't really surprised at all.) to find that magick has a way of keeping the scales even. And since Maat, the Egyptian Goddess in charge of justice and balance, just happens to be the wife/sister of Tehutu/Thoth, this whole thing was probably pretty much inevitable. (Do you happen to hear the music from the theme song of "The Twilight Zone' playing in the background, too?)
We just never really know when what we do, where we go or what we hope for will impact someone else's path. Many people go through life wishing to be rich or famous or to do something 'big' that will really make a difference in the world. They are often frustrated or discouraged when it seems that these things do not come to be. They come to feel that maybe they are not really 'gifted' in any special way. But they would be wrong. They just haven't been in that place yet where they can look back and see the tracks left by their passing. They haven't seen the smiles or nods of approval or looks of appreciation that others have already cast their way simply because they were too busy looking for that 'giftedness' somewhere else. They haven't seen the magickal tracks of an ibis in their lives yet.
Everyone is gifted is some special way. The 'bigness' or 'smallness' of a gift is an illusion of measurement that humans have created for the gratification of an earthly ego. In the real spiritual Universe, a gift is simply a gift is simply a gift. And in the spiritual Universe-where energy will balance itself and where the circle will be completed- the giver becomes both the gifted and the gift.
Wren's Grandma Mae always said, "If something good has happened to you, if someone has done something special for you, the best way to thank the Universe is to pass it on." Since she also made an incredible magical apple pie that no one has ever been able to duplicate to this day, Wren figures that Grandma Mae probably knew what she was talking about on this point as well.
"Pass it on."
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