All things are impermanent. I have recently been reminded of that fact with my sister recently having switched realms. And then my drum head cracked. All things are impermanent I’m reminded. Even the best things come to an end.
Except our gods. And the lessons and energies they represent. They have been with us since the dawn of mankind. Our need to explain the world around us persists. And has been that way for eons. The gods offer us the way to get a handle on reality.
I have found myself turning to the Morrigan during this time of grief. She has helped show me the lessons of impermanence. Her wisdom has been a much needed voice in the jumble of my thoughts. She slows me that death is just another phase we all will face. How we face it is up to us. What lessons we learn during such times depends on our willingness to be open.
The gods will endure. After the last Druid has left this realm they will simply lie dormant waiting to be rediscovered. They will remain. That’s as close to permanent as we can hope for.
I had an interesting dream the other night. My husband and I were traveling in Ireland. The flyers of things to do spoke of the Druid Path as an attraction. I told my husband I wanted to go check it out. He agreed.
Off we went. We finally arrived at the location given in the flyers. It was a large green pasture with a stream running through it. The stream sprang up from the earth. It also had been paved. In some areas it was paved with large flat rocks. Other areas it was just paved with gravel. The stream ran down a large hill. The gimmick of the attraction was to walk in the stream down the hill and not fall in the process. I immediately told my husband I wanted to try. He agreed. Off I went to try my luck.
A large group of people had gathered to see if I would be successful. I went up to the man in charge to pay my fee. He had longish curly hair and glasses. Perhaps he was the current head of OBOD. I’m not sure about that. So I paid my fee but realized I was wearing clogs on my feet. Not good for making your way down a rushing stream on paved stones. I told this to the guy in charge. And he told me he had just the thing for this situation. Boots. I took the boots and put them on. I stood at the beginning of the stream. I began my adventure.
I made my way down the slippery stream bed. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. But I kept walking. I nearly lost my balance a few times. But I kept at it. Finally I was at the bottom of the hill. I had made it!
The crowd of people cheered. My husband hugged me. I was tired but exhilarated. I had done it!
Then I woke up.
I pondered the meaning of the dream. It seemed pretty obvious. I had decided to do something challenging. I was given assistance on this trip. I successfully made my way through it. And there were rewards at the end.
Interesting how your subconscious mind processes your waking reality. I am on this new exciting path. Sometimes I moved quickly. Sometimes slowly. But always moving forward. It’s a journey.
So that was my dream. What have you been dreaming lately?
Persistence. Or as my late father used to say Sticktoitiveness. The ability to keep going despite all the odds being against you. A trait that’s very handy for a Vitki to have. It ain’t all a bed of roses. There will be times when I just want to say enough. I’m done with this. What to do when those thoughts bubble up through the muck of my mind?
First thing I do is take an inventory of past successes. Reminding myself of the things I’ve actually accomplished immediately puts me in a better frame of mind. Reviewing how far I’ve come gets me thinking about all that there still is to accomplish. And that gets my mind reeling on the future. Never look back for too long. Just enough to review. Then focus on now and when. Forward thinking always helps me out of the funk.
Then sometimes I reach out to others. I keep a list of names and numbers of all the folks I’ve assisted with my Vitki work. A quick call to any one of them puts me back on track. Being reminded of the help I’ve offered others is a great way to break the block. Most people have no trouble reminding me of past glories. And maybe I will find out they need help now. Always looking forward.
Then of course I can just do some Vitki work. A rune casting. A seidr session. Some form of work that puts me in a mindset of what I actually do. A Vitki is what a Vitki does. So I push up my sleeves and get to work. Do. Not think.
There will be times in your life as a Vitki when it seems too much like work and not enough like fun. This is not a casual calling. It requires work. And perseverance. Plain old Sticktoitiveness.
One of the exercises I have my apprentices do is travel to the nine realms in trance. Upon giving the assignment I am invariably asked if that includes Hel. Well yeah. How else does one perform seidr if they don’t travel to Hel? Hel is where our ancestors dwell. The source of great wisdom. So after any initial misgivings my apprentices show their true brave side and take the journey.
These journeys are always a trip into the unknown. No matter how prepared you may be there are just too many variables to account for. You can never be quite certain who you’ll run into. It could be a major deity like Odin in Asgard. Or Hella in Hel. Meeting Hella the first time can be a bit intimidating. She’s quite a force of nature! She appears to me in the midst of a windstorm. Lots of heated air blowing about. But that’s about as scary as she gets. At last the windstorm dies down and all becomes unearthly still. Then she appears. She’ll ask me my business with her. I tell her and most times things move along smoothly. I think because I bring meat for her dog she takes me seriously!
So even a trip to Hel can be realitively unremarkable. Just another task in the life of a Vitki. I urge all of you to take this trip. You never know what wisdom awaits you. Until you try!
Okay. I have a problem. I like labels. They help me keep my world intact. As a bipolar patient and someone whose brain has been damaged by MS labels help me keep things neat and tidy. Especially in matters of spirituality. A big issue. Labels help my identify to myself and the world at large who I am. And therefore give a glimpse of where I stand.
For well over a decade I have labeled myself an Asatruar. Following the Norse path has been right for me. But now I been called to also follow the path of Druidry. Concurrently. Which I have been doing the last several months. And my spirituality has blossomed. I have discovered new ways to express myself as a spiritual person. But what about the label? There has to be a label!
I thought about the phrase Neopagan Druid. That seemed to fit. That covered both the Asatru and druid paths I’m on. But it seemed so loose. And it didn’t necessarily encompass the aspects of wicca that I throw in to my practice. Ugh!
So I was discussing this dilemma with my best spiritual friend last night. And she told me point blank that it’s time I lose the labels. That I’m only setting myself up for future failure that way. Leave myself open. That’s the only way to allow spiritual growth. Leave it loose.
So I told her I’d try it. Here I am at 53 years old without a spiritual label. I will try this tactic of leaving myself wide open to whatever comes. Who knows? I could be called by an Egyptian god next…