I was in trance today. Most frequently of late I’ve gone into trance with no intention. I just open myself to whatever may come. This has lead me to a series of very powerful sessions.
As I was in trance I came upon a river. A wide broad river. I dove into the river to swim. Soon I was being taken down the river which seemed to have accelerated in force and speed. I was unable to control my own desired progress. I was no longer in control. Panic surged through my veins. I was on a fast and frantic ride. The sun was out and shining and the breezes were warm but suddenly there was a feeling of doom that overtook me. I didn’t know what to do. I splashed and tried to swim to the shore. No luck.
I managed to get myself turned around so that I could see where I was going. The scenery flashed by me. In the distance ahead I could hear a loud rumbling and crashing noise. The pace of the current seemed to pick up even more. It was with a sense of disaster that I realized I was rushing toward a waterfall. I knew going over the falls would be the death of me. But I could not think of a way to save myself. I was totally at the mercy of the rushing waters. And I was rushing to my death.
Suddenly ahead of me I spotted a tree that had grown branches over the river. The branches stuck out far enough that I could tell I might be able to grab one and stop my uncontrollable progress. I had hope.
Soon I was upon the tree. As I rushed by I grabbed at the branches. I missed. I grabbed again. Another miss. Finally at the third try I managed to actually grab hold of a branch and held on. My life depended on it. I pulled myself out of the river and collapsed on the shore exhausted yet relieved. My ordeal was done. The trance ended.
I was puzzled by the possible trance meaning. I knew on the surface it was about letting go of control and going with the flow. But what of the waterfall? I thought about it some more.
And like that it dawned on me. The river was the entirety of Druidry. All the lore. The pantheon. The honoring of the land. The great big huge sum total of Druidry. And once you immerse yourself in it all you must give in to its urges and natural progress. You need to loose control if you’re to experience Druidry in all its multifaceted splendor.
The waterfall was the sudden ending of the path. Druidry if you don’t have a branch to grab on to can take you far and fast. The branch was the wisdom I was accumulating through my studies of all things Druid. It was only through the gaining of wisdom would I be able to stop and focus myself. The branch was the wisdom I needed to focus on. Only then would I halt my progress towards a spiritual crisis of loosing control. I needed the wisdom to grab on to. I was thrilled to have found the branch before it ultimately was too late. Wisdom would prevent my doom of washing down the huge rapid moving entity that is Druidry.