It's raining again. The Wind has been relentless, and the energies of late are wreaking havoc on my emotions and my dreams. The veil thins too quickly this year and all seem to be effected, even non-magickal/witchy folk. A woman I work with, self-proclaimed "superstitious" and Southern Reformed, has been bringing Blessed Oil to work every day now, anointing some of the residents of the group home. The crazy are being a little more crazy lately and paranormal activity is picking up everywhere. Everyone I've talked to is reporting unusually bizarre dreams.
Solar energies have been nothing but strange this year, and magickal workings have been unpredictable the past few months for many I've talked to. Energy patterns are not following their usual courses. This entire year has been unusual, flexing, churning. I've heard a few theories as to why, but it's hard to prove anything, let alone gather enough supporting evidence, when you're dealing with occult matters.
Do feel free to share anything you've noticed, any insights you may have. I'm leery of what Samhain will bring. The Dark Moon worries me less as this seems to be primarily solar based. I know things will be more stable next year, better by 2013, felt that since end of 2009; these past two years are/have been changing ones.
It's time, now, to try to stay grounded, to hold onto one's center, to lock it down and hold on.
This time of year is always one of quiet reflection for me, almost pensive were it not for the larger sense of awe that blots out the sadness and primal survival instincts kicking in, as well.
The Winds are relentless now, ripping at the trees, tearing at my hair, demanding that all that cannot be sustained be released, all that does not benefit be gotten rid of; They demand we let go in order to be strong.
I am not a warrior. I am not a fighter. Mind you, I can be rather feisty at times, am most certainly a tad argumentative, am more stubborn than is possibly beneficial, and may bite just for fun. But, I am not a champion, nor a knight on a white horse; I am not Princess Leia.
The Five of Swords has repeatedly come up in Tarot readings as of late. I am hoping that I am the Sword holder, because it's a long walk to the Sea and I've forgotten how to swim at this point. No indications either way, but things feel positive, hopeful, dry. But that doesn't change the fact that this section of road is more than a little bumpy, full of potholes, and most certainly harboring thieves in the bushes.
Throwing the Bones