So, the black shawl thing is finally starting to make sense. A close friend took a try at interpreting and was very close to the truth of it. As long as I was afraid, then yes, the voices on the wind was something to fear and hide from as she said. But I don’t think they are something to banish.
When I turned to confront the wind, my perception changed. When I stopped cowering and stood up to the wind, instead of threatening, they were encouraging.
I haven’t quite unraveled this (recurring) vision just yet. I was rudely interrupted by one of my depressive moments, and am catching up to where I left off.
I’m still having problems sleeping. But, hey, that goes with the territory. Someone mentioned I’m a Mystic-in-denial. Someone else that had been reading my blog posts from the beginning said I’ve been having “classic shaman calling” and I need to start getting with the program or my mental state will reverse and deteriorate.
A few have asked which gods I could turn to for support. Since my release (escape?) from Loki in August, I’ve had none that I could turn to as Patronus. While I do have a belief in the gods, my personal relationship with all the pantheons border on the fatally blasphemous. “I am my own.”, is a double-edged sword.
But, now I begin to blather and rant. I really just wanted to give a quick “catch up” before SOPA blackout day on January 18th. Even if my favorite websites will be up tomorrow, I’m going to treat it as Offline Day and see if I can play around with my favorite tools. I have a tarot deck to fully break in (Transparent Tarot), and some coyote teeth tchotckes to fully plan out and start building.