Magical Operation

י״א בכסלו תשע"א
Shamash 14

Last night I dreamt a dream with three sets of threes.

Set 1. Three Liquors.

I was in a fancy restaurant with a bar along one wall. For some reason, I was asked to and did point out three bottles of liquor from among many I was shown that were especially magical. One among the three I chose was especially especially magical, and I designated it as such. The three liquors I chose were classy liquors although I don't know now specifically which ones I picked out and designated as especially magical. In the background, someone was trying to make trouble for me there, so I left and escaped the trouble in my black car which someone was trying to steal.

Arriving at another nice restaurant, I got out of my car and walked into its foyer. It was shabbat and people were crowding into the restaurant around me for dinner. On a shelf overhead, someone requested that a reserved box of three especially magical liquors be brought out to celebrate shabbat. The three special liquors in the special reserved box were the ones I had just chosen in the first restaurant, the very very magical one among them especially caught my eye.

Set 2. Three People.

There were three people standing on the Temple Mount Stonehenge Land - the Land was elevated upon a mystical hill - two men and me, a woman. There was no Temple building or standing stones there on the Land, it was just the Land upon we stood. We were going to do a magical operation whereby cosmic energy would be directed.

Set 3. Three Circles.

Each one of the three of us standing on the Temple Mount Stonehenge Land walked a circle like an orbit around some empty central point. I walked an orbit between the orbits walked by the men. I walked my orbit widdershins. They walked their orbits in the direction opposite mine. This was the way the magical operation was implemented.

Two New Stones, Two New Chapters

י"ב אייר תשס"ט
Annwn 13

I just made the connection - the colors of the sea and of the tears in my dream (Two New Chapters Of Destiny) on astrological Beltane and on the 27th day in the Omer were the colors of the two shaman stones of the amulet I wrote of in Beltane Shaman Stones.

The color of the tears I cried atop the mountain were like the color of the White Quartz from Snowdonia, and the color of the sea was like the Preseli Bluestone (the kind of stone which forms the inner sanctum of Stonehenge).

Two new stones, two new chapters. The colors of my dream.

Extraordinary!

Blessed be all my Ancestors, who truly watch over me. So mote it be!

Psychic Circle Of Connection

י"ד שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 14

In follow-up to two previous posts (Path To The Old Ones and The Final Test & The Blood Of The Ancestors), today The Wildhunt Blog and Thursday the Western Daily Press reported on "tensions at the Stone Circles":

The residents of Avebury, Britain's only village set inside a Neolithic stone circle, have reluctantly voted to back allowing pagans to camp there for their festivals - because they fear banning them would lead to "significant problems".

But people in Avebury told heritage bosses they must continue to try to solve the conflicts between them and pagan worshippers who descend on their community for equinoxes and solstices.

Residents were given three options by the trust. The first was to ban overnight camping in the large village car park, the second was to create a new campsite east of West Kennet Avenue, away from the homes, and the third was to continue to allow limited camping in the overflow car park.

The trust said results showed villagers wanted a temporary campsite. "It was felt the option of doing nothing could create significant problems," said Mr Green.

My first post concerns 'psychic pressure' (tensions) of this past week in connection to Stone Circles; the second post concerns a 'real' Greenman (Mr. Green of Avebury henge and stone circle).

Path To The Old Ones

י"ג שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 13

This past week I've felt particularly under psychic attack. Literal happenings have contributed to this feeling, though their actual role in the psychic pressure surrounding me has been unclear. Nevertheless, right before leaving work yesterday, I was given mildly disturbing news. Consequently then, I went into this shabbat with a feeling of uneasiness and unrest.

To get to the source of and to eliminate the negative energy disrupting my shabbat rest, I enlisted the aid of my Ancestors. Simply, my spell was "help me."

A little later in the evening, I drew one card of divination from my Well Worn Path deck. That card was The Old Ones. The teaching of this card calls us to examine the foundation of our beliefs. The Old Ones of Tradition are prehuman Primal Earth spirits of the Forgotten Age in complete unity with Ancestral Memory. They stand, as a Multiplicity in Unity, as first stirrings of Human Awareness in connection with All, and in singularity as the Seed of Religious Awareness. The Old Ones call you to attention, to wonder how you have arrived where you are, to ponder where you are going, and to lead you to the Memory you now seek.

The Old Ones answered my call.

On the divination card is depicted four pale-cast standing megalithic stones with weathered faces surrounding the personal altar of Human Awareness. Faces of Living Spirits see from within the trees of the forest behind the stones, gathering around The Gathering. I lovingly placed this divination card, along with a vintage skeleton key I have, a specimen of blood root, an amber gemstone, a fava bean, and a glass skull (purchased for Samhain) on my altar in simple ritual acknowledgment of my Ancestors, The Old Ones.

Later in the evening, getting ready for bed, a vision 'startled into' my awareness. As I walked past my altar to leave the room to do something, my consciousness 'jumped' and I was seeing ...

... among The Old Ones. 'I' was both an individual megalithic Standing Stone and, simultaneously, the collective of megalithic Standing Stones. 'I' was a complete link in a timeless chain of transmission. 'I' too was an Ancestor, even in the present, to my descendents. Time was both present and absent. 'I' stood as a timeless Ancestor and as a being in time seeking my Ancestors. It was an incredible split moment in time.

My seeing originated among pale-cast Stones set among 'seeing' trees of the forest, like those depicted on the divination card. Proceeding from my origin of seeing, a path opened up before me, leading to a site of dark-cast Standing Stones (like Stonehenge) set in a clearing and standing like black shadows against the full silvery-white moon-like light of the earth. Though the ground was not raised, it was clearly a 'raised place' (גאות, geut/high tide).

I knew immediately that the Path I had come upon was a faery path [1] (kefitzat haderekh in kabbalah), and that the 'jump' (dilug) in consciousness I was experiencing was one example of the phenomenon known in witchcraft as Second Sight.

And now, my spirit is at rest. There is no separation between myself, my Land, my Ancestors and Divine Awareness.

Footnote:

[1] Short excerpt on faery lines/paths from The Living World of Faery (R.J. Stewart): "Faery lines may be broadly described under two headings. First are the ancient or enduring lines that are confirmed by folklore, including 'secret' lines which are known traditionally to individuals or families. Second are those which are discovered either by accident or through intent ... once you are attuned to the faery tradition you will be able to find such lines for yourself. A feary line is where power flows over and through the Land, but also flows between realms. Think as lines and paths as alive, not circuits or conduits, but living connectives ... an organic whole."

Garden Court Of The Blue Stones

ט"ו טבת תשס"ט
Grael 15

Today was a full moon shabbat, and this morning I dreamt.

Upon a slab-like bed-like gurney-like transport device, I was wheeled into a low-lit large garden-like megalithic magic circle. I was "secured" upon the gurney transport, although I could move my body and wasn't immobilized. Nevertheless, I was "secured" upon the gurney somehow.

The giant stones which formed the perimeter of the circle were giant living blue stone-like creatures similar in form to those of Easter Island, only larger and more complete, and blue. The giant blue creatures functioned not only as garden Guardians but also as Judges. I was brought before them to be both judged and more importantly, to be protected. I was judged because no one could enter the chamber of the Blue Judges and not be judged. Judgment came as a natural consequence of coming into the Presence of the Blue Judges.

The blue creatures discussed me amongst themselves, judged me clear, and then one spoke to me directly, telling me that I had been brought there (into the chamber of the Garden Court) for my protection because there had been a group of "men in the garden" trying to find and get to me. I had been brought there to be concealed from that group of men who, I came to feel from the blue creature's words, meant for me no good.

After the immediate danger had passed, I was wheeled back out into the primary living area of the garden as I had been wheeled in.

In a distinctly different yet related dream, I was in my bedroom and the astral-form spirit breath of one man came to me and mingled through my astral-form spirit breath. There wasn't any separation between us, we were a single breath. This person had held back nothing of himself, absolutely nothing, even if giving over all would have destroyed him. Thus, only he had succeeded whereas the others had failed by verdict of the Garden Court. In the dream, I was very surprised at his identity - his action toward me was a very courageous action given his own milieu. I could not have guessed, which is why I never guess (in real life).

I woke up.