Work in progress….continuing my path on the trance-journey…
As before, using moving meditation facilitated a deep altered consciousness while being grounded.
The deep stance of my legs gave a strong rooting for the whole body while I felt free to let the energy move my limbs.
Immediately the visions unfolded befor my eyes
This time I went to my Grove: an open clearing in the woods, many trees standing in a circle.
For sure, Wolf was there again to meet and greet!
This time I had the chance to ask for guidance:
What’s the meaning of our meeting? Wolves are gathering in the woods….
I met the she-wolf, this was fated…What is our wyrd?
‘This meeting was arranged for mutual healing’
After these words, it was time to say goodbye…
I give thanks to my guide: Wolf
Spring has arrived with a storm…
It feels like the Wild Hunt rides again!
When I called upon Wolf, Old One-eye rode along and pulled me in to join the Hunt.
So we hunted the Unseelie, we harried them from dusk till dawn.
here is an old tale goes, that Herne the Hunter
(Sometimes a keeper here in Windsor forest)
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns,
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv’d and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.
(Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor, 4.4.28-38)
source: Russell Brand and the Wild Hunt. | Cymraes’s Corner