I
closed my eyes and when I reopened them I was on a beautiful, long
sandy beach. In front of me lay a blue, flat sea flickering back the
twilight that was unfolding. On the horizon, lining the sea was a
pale white strip of sky.
Just
above where the sky was darker was a huge crescent Moon, with its
dark side clearly visible. The beach on my left stretched as far as
my eyes could see. Lining the sand was a forest made up of long
pointed green trees. On my right, the beach turned to form a piece of
enclosure that rose to cliffs covered by medium sized trees and
shrubs. Just over the cliffs, the first stars where showing.
With
my back towards the sea I could see an enormous forest sprawling
gently, upwards, towards the faraway mountains with pink snowy tops, abruptly
giving way to a darkening sky.
I
was besides a well-lit bonfire, crackling in all its glory, casting
dancing shadows on the glinting sand under my feet. I wore open
sandals, a loosely fitted gown and a long mantel with an embroidered
hood. In my left hand I held a long plain wooden staff, slightly
taller than me and with my right hand I was scribbling astrological
data. On my right fourth finger, I wore a ring with the seven symbols
of the traditional planets and I knew that the ring was made with the
seven elements associated with those seven planets. Now and again it
flashed back the fire light, creating the illusion of thunder flashing
on the hand-bound book.
Around
my neck I had a medium sized pentagram with the symbols of the five
elements that felt alive on my skin.
I
closed the book, held the staff with both hands and standing up I
looked at the peaceful sea and clear sky becoming darker and darker.
I could now see the constellations emerging as a tapestry woven by
hidden forces.
And
all I could ask in all that stillness was “Why?, Why? Why?”
At
that moment I became aware that the crickets where humming and the
owls where calling from the trees nearby. I could hear steps coming
from behind me and a strong soft voice greeted me:
“Hello
Apprentice!”
“Hello
Master!”
“Why
Master? Why always starting from the beginning?”
“You
are never starting from the beginning. Every time you are exploring
something different. Remember Apprentice, you vowed long time ago to
be the Guardian of Ancient Traditions.”
“Yes
Master I remember. But each time it is painful.”
“Apprentice,
remember, we are all humble servants of the Divine Will. We are all
part of the Divine Goddess”
All
of a sudden I was surrounded by six other persons all wearing dark, embroidered mantels with hoods. I couldn't see their faces but I knew
they were here to help me, they were all Masters, all Mages. All of
them seven then made a circle around me and around the roaring fire.
“Master
I am afraid”
“With
your doings, Apprentice, with your many lives, you are weaving a web
for the Divine Consciousness, like those constellations in the sky.
Listen
to the thread vibrating, tune in to the music of the spheres.
Trust
the process Apprentice,
Trust
the process.”
All
of a sudden a crow cawed and came landing in the circle just as the
Mages slightly parted to leave a space for the Crow to land, looking
at me from the other side of the fire.
The
Crow pierced my heart with his dark eyes:
“Are
you ready to answer the call Apprentice?
To
leave the known for the unknown?
Are
you ready to burn,
so
to weave the thread,
of
the cosmic web
and
find yourself?”
I
heard the Owl calling and her wings flapping, gently landing on my
left shoulder.
“Are
you ready to answer the call Apprentice?
To
leave the known for the unknown?
Are
you ready to burn,
so
to weave the thread,
of
the cosmic web
and
find yourself?”
I
felt the Owl's comforting weight on my shoulder,
her
feathers fluttering softly as the breeze from the sea started
catching up.
“Are
you ready to answer the call Apprentice?
To
leave the known for the unknown?
Are
you ready to burn,
so
to weave the thread,
of
the Cosmic Web,
and
find yourself?”
With
that final call, the Crow cawed three times and left, as so did the
seven Mages, but the Owl faithfully remained as I lowered the staff
on the ground, knelt and bowed my head on the still warm sand.
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