So for today’s trance session I had no expectations. I wanted to just go in and see what happened.
I started like I always do. Calling on my Druid ally Llewelyn for guidance. He appeared We were in my sacred Grove. He told me to pay close attention to what was happening. My ears pricked up in anticipation. I was ready.
Soon my Grove was filled with deities. All around me. Cernunnos stepped forward and placed a hand in my shoulder. He guided me to the center of the group. Soon there was a mumbling from those assembled. I tried to strain my ears to understand what was being said. Soon the voices became louder. And louder still. I could finally make out what they were chanting. It was one word. “Clan”. The volume grew to the point that my whole being shook with the vibration of that one word. Clan. Then as the volume got to a deafening sound I was immediately snapped back into ordinary consciousness. Left to puzzle this vision.
At first I was confused. I’m no god. Why would the assembly of deities call me one of their own? I was suddenly reminded that many of our pantheon has their beginnings as mere mortals. Was it a message that I was on the same path?
Then I thought about the fact that we are ultimately the same at many levels. It doesn’t really matter what nation your people hail from. We are all people. A clan of the human race. A lesson my departed father seems to have learned since passing over. It was his word that started me on the Druid path a year ago despite our German heritage. Was this a message to further bring home the message we are all the same?
Either of those two answers fit well with what I’ve been learning. Either is a message well worth contemplating. Are we all at some level not a deity? Are we all not of one big family of men? Are we all not one of the clan?