Ah! How I love it! Welcome October; I've missed you so. Even though every season brings new wonder and delight, Fall (October in particular) brings out the witch in all of us. The Undines and Sylphs of weather are dragging October through the door kicking and screaming! My, my, my. Like a spoiled, little child being sent to bed without dessert for the first time, October is making quite a ruckus tonight. To be sure, I was soaked right through to the bone by the time I left the farm this afternoon. I even had to hang my glasses on the neck of my shirt so I could see! They weren't doing me any good collecting water and splitting raindrops so half would splash into my eyes. The faeries were laughing all the while.
I digress. October is the month of spooks and ghouls; the veil being at its thinnest this time of year. Halloween, for many, is a time of tricks and treats, frightening tales and transformations. Samhain, though, is our time to part the veil between the worlds and reach out to loved ones that have passed. Then again, we may simply travel to the Summerlands for a short while to gain insight into the new year or to let go of what must, finally, be released. Anam Cara projects every Samhain. It is her time to connect with loved ones lost, as her Ascended Masters take up all meditations and travels throughout the balance of the year. She is on an excellerated journey in this life. Samhain is her one day off every year.
October is also the month of my birth. *^_^* I shall begin my 27th year in this life on the fifth! Wow! 27. I still feel like I'm 12. Yet, in the grand scheme of things, I am still but an infant. There is still so much to do, to learn, to see and to feel. I appreciate the experiences I have both endured and relished these 26 years. True, I have painful memories just like every one else who packs them away into their baggage. Yet, I recall them with a bittersweet smile. For had I not been through all that I have, I would not be who I am today. Perhaps a parting of the veil will give me insight into who, or what I would have become had the road less traveled been the choice. Maybe things would be different.
But why should I wonder? Why should I care? Why would I want that which I have not; that which I am not? My life, in fact, my world, as it is in this very still, perfect moment is bliss. I am the Witch I want to be! I do not want for anything. I have family and friends who love and care about me, for which I feel the deepest admiration and appreciation in return. My home is more than adequate to keep me dry, safe and comfortable. My job affords me free exercise, meditation time and a regular paycheck to pay my bills and keep me sustained. Every time I see the doctor and they check my vitals, I have perfect blood pressure, pulse and heartbeat! And I am debt free.
All of these marvels of happiness, and still I hope to improve myself. Every so often, I'll pick up a course catalog for the local tech school or community college. Someday, I'll take a class or two. Maybe lucky number 27 is the year? This will be a magical year for me. Those of you into numerology know why. For those of you who haven't figured it out, yet, here's a break down: 27---> 2+7=9---> 9 is divisible by 3 (the magic number) into 3! Et viola! *^_^* Presto! Magical year!
Also, now that I have accepted Bast as one of my Guides, offerings and ritual have become a sort of second nature to me. While, before, I was a lazy Pagan, I now offer up the first pouring of milk and half and half to my little, Egyptian representation of my goddess. She is a ceramic piece I made in high school. By the time she was born of clay and fire, I had grown tired of glazes. At this, my teacher/mentor told me of a technique called "burnishing." So, I painted her all over with black, acrylic paint, then burnished her in silver and gold. My little Bast is a sight to behold. And to be worshipped! I will post a picture sometime if you'd like. Just let me know.
That is all, for now. I'm going to enjoy my tea and listen to the rain.