This blog takes shape in a peculiar period of my life, which I decided to share with you and maybe also share my progress long the path we travel together.
I always have been interested in the occult when I was a child. Especially in the Underworld and its Spirits. I met Unornya, my soul sister, in my school days: she was already a confirmed witch, while I was still groping in the dark.
I began to have the first confirmations five years ago, when I began to meditate and practicing yoga daily . These two activities helped me greatly in raising my awareness and deciding to follow this path.
My first rituals took place in a special place with Unornya and Hecate - the other vertex of the triad: a clearing in a beautiful forest, with a natural altar carved in the stone. Like as it was already written in destiny. I never stopped since then: I read books, meditated, studied, tested with my first rudimentary altar ... until moving to the UK.
The year 2013 was a year that rocked my entire world: it was the year where I found myself putting my whole life in a suitcase and leave all I knew behind me.
So I eventually faced my demons and came to an agreement with myself, during my hermitage.
And here I come back to the title.
If you, like me, love the novels by Bernard Cornwell ... the title sounds probably familiar. For those who don't know the author, I will make a short digression.
Bernard Cornwell is an English writer, specialised in historical novels. Cornwell wrote a series about the Arthurian cycle, , which I truly loved: the paganism described in these books is not the wishy-washy paganism you see in so many books on this topic. It's raw, sometimes cruel but probably real - considering the time. Nimue, Merlin's favorite scholar, to become a priestess had to undergo three wounds: the Wound in the Body, the Wound in the Pride and Wound in the Mind. Once past these three stages, she was finally in touch with the Gods.
The Wounds mentioned by Cornwell are completely fictitious and not historically connected to any pagan tradition. We still know little of the Druidism at that time, but it is not a mystery that the pain has always been a tool used by shamans to achieve a trance-like status.
I went through, unwittingly, these three stages during that year: pride and mind were exhausted, therefore also I got sick in the body.
During these months of paranoia, I had my true revelations: I overcomed my sickness becoming one with nature. I immersed myself in long, quiet walks in the forest. I danced in the rain, I sang mantra out loud. I let myself be carried away by the flow of my madness ... until I healed.
Today I am certainly not the same person I was: I made peace with my own demons.
However I am not receptive as I used to; specially due to my laziness. Although I still meditate, I do not do it as often as I should. I do not open my heart as I should. I do not open my third eye as I should.
I have no doubt about my path and I will never have. After all we are human beings, crises of faith or moments when we are less perceptive happen to everyone. And we cannot achieve our goals without sacrifice.
The contact with the divine is like a path in a dense forest: wonderful, but sometimes difficult to discern. And that's why we have to remember every now and then to seek the guidance upward to the stars.
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