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Author: Mistress Ravenfyre
Posted: May 22nd. 2005
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Meetings with like-minded people seem to happen at the oddest of times. I never expect the chance meetings, yet I am always somewhere, at the same time as they are. Most of these people that I run into seem to be seekers of sorts. Wandering as if lost, needing to be found. This is not as unusual as it may seem.
I once asked my mentor about this in one of our lighter conversations. (Or was it one where he was not wagging a finger at me, calling me “Damn Chaotic?"). I asked him why these meetings came about, and more importantly in the past two years or so, closer together. Where there were maybe ten a year, now they are too numerous to count. His answer was "I don't know, do you?" Thinking that he was once again being obstinate, I decided it was one of those times that I had to find the answer myself.
I proceeded to just let it play out and see what happened. I did make my request to be where I was needed and to please receive a sign of why this was always happening.
Each time I run into another of the Craft, it is for a reason. Each individual that has entered upon my path is, as I said earlier, seeking something. Each has a common denominator. They are seeking something but not able to find the elusive answer to their quest.
Some remind me of ships that are lost in the darkest of nights, looking for the beacon of light from the lighthouse on the shore. More and more I have met with Solitaires that needed to tell their stories to someone with an ear for listening and a heart that was open, with no condemnation. Simply to just share with another and see that what they have experienced is normal in the magickal and mystical lives that we lead.
From the voices to visions, spirits, guides and demons, they all are different yet the same. I have listened, nodding with affirmation that they are certainly okay, and that there are others that feel, hear and see the same things. These are stories, real stories. Not fabrications of the insane, although to mundanes it is insane. They are made to feel different; the mundanes stay away or do not talk about this part of the person’s life. Fear, plain and simple. The magickal person feels isolated. Not wanting to be alone, they remain quiet, perhaps thinking that they are crazy. Locking their private thoughts and sights away for only themselves; nobody will listen to them.
These stories come raging forth like the rushing river during a winter storm. They talk and talk, apparently without taking a breath, until they wind down. I have seen their faces go from vacant and distant to bright, lively and warm after they talk, especially when they hear the words, "Yes, I am a teacher." Coming from nowhere yet everywhere, I meet these kindred souls.
I have noticed that I am drawn to a place for no reason, only to meet with another of the Craft. Most of these people are in need of something.
As the saying goes, "Like attracts like." We feel it around us all the time. Knowing that it is there, sometimes we are not be able to lay our hands on it right away.
They say that timing is everything. I tend to believe that is so true. It struck me today more than ever. Actually, it felt as though I was hit by a lightening bolt.
I was doing something that was out of character for me. I totally changed my schedule for a task that I normally do at a certain time each day. I found that I was drawn someplace. Since I follow these feelings with trust, I went along with it. I met someone that I had known slightly on a walkway. As we began talking, this person opened up to me and stated that she too was a practitioner, but had lost the feeling and not practiced in some time. I told her it was time to unpack her tools and start back, as I saw it gave her great comfort in practicing. The story that she told me was no different than others I have had heard, yet equally as touching. The physical and emotional demeanor was there once more. I listened, explained a few things and shook hands. This person looked relieved. Since this meeting there is a certain look that the person has when we meet, not to mention a brighter aura around them. I suspect they are slowly coming back.
After this meeting I decided to meditate on all that happens around me and on those that come into my life for brief periods or years of friendship. As I was drawing all this in, I felt a slight breeze around me, as though my answer was there.
Those of us who seem to be chosen to have specific abilities and knowledge at certain times are ignorant to the whys and whats sometimes. We stumble around asking ourselves, our guides, our mentors and anyone that will listen, "Why does this happen? What is the purpose? Why me?” And my favorite, “What am I doing?”
Hopefully, the answer will be shown to us.
Each time now when I am in an odd situation for what seems to be no good reason, I now know what to expect. I am not questioning.
I have helped many of these seekers to find a little piece of light to guide their travels, answering their questions or leading them to answer them for themselves. Guiding, listening; whatever the person needs, I give without reservation.
At the end of the day I may be drained by these sessions, but I look forward in fulfilling my chosen duties and helping these seekers gain a foothold on their path. Restoring their faith or hope that they now know they are not alone.
It is gentle hands and whispers that replenish my love towards them, in doing what I have been led to do.
People have inquired whether I ever I want it to just stop: the meetings, the guiding, the readings, and the helping. I think a bit each time I am asked this. With each new discovery, I earnestly say no.
Not being able to help those of the Craft would leave a void in my life that could never be filled by anything as grand as this. It is a love of and devotion to the Gods and Goddesses and those of the Craft that pales in comparison to anything else that I may do.
Let those seekers enter for help, comfort, friendship and questions. I welcome them with open arms and heart. I welcome the next seeker that is just around the corner.
When a friend recently asked me why I choose this way of life, I replied with a smile and a shrug, "It's what I do."
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