[i'm charlila - just can't accsess my user. not for lack of password - i just got a fresh one; but i keep being asked to feel an infinit procession of ceptchas... surprisingly registring in a new nick worked.]
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I see already what the meal refers to – but it is still in the future.
My dreams often mention - inspired by - future events, as well as past events. I remember thinking, at my Freudian era (age 12? 16? 19?) - Wow, if this was from the past it could be indicating subconscious!"it never occurred to me that dreams quoting future could be un-coincidental!
Anyway: "the meal", as I have guessed when writing the last post, was the Mabon (=autumn equality day) celebration of a local Wicca community.
I exit the city just on nightfall, following my instructions - cross a walking bridge, get into a field, find a caravan, from there on follow the Rujum (=piles of pebbles) placed to show the way to the big tree.
On the upper turn of the stairs up to the bridge, a graffiti symbol was placed strategically, with an arrow towards the passage. It felt weird. I recognized whatever it summoned as the cause for the awkwardness I felt on my way. I imagined some other symbol on top. Not enough!
Crossing the bridge I saw - hey, this was the site of my dream's fight!
I recognized that place, inside the dream, as "Batey Ungarin" [=Hungarians' houses] opposite to my grandma's window in the black" [=orthodox Jewish] neighborhood M'ea She'aarim. These houses had long verandas with open staircases at regular distances. The only difference – in the dream there was only one landing - as here on this cement generic bridge. The fight being fought and won in the past was a comfort.
I got to the caravan and didn't find the first Rujum. Decided to hide my heavy rucksack and try again comfortably. Returned to the caravan, found the first Rugum right away and soon got to the tree.
For the strong traffic noise from a nearby highway, I noticed them just from few meters away - fire, silhouettes -
"Hey, SonOfLilit's mom!"
"Shaharazad!"
We hugged long.We had a long talk wonce.
All were young people.
Some introductions. Most said they were "eclectic wiccans".
"Do you want to drink something? Eat? There is still little time until the ritual."
"Then I'll go fetch my rucksack".
"Won't you ask one if the boys to carry it?" Asked aHodaya.
"no - but if someone volunteers, I won't refuse."
"I'll come", said a timid young guy.
Off we went.
He said he was new to paganism, not that new in the country, despite a strong accent.
We used a shortcut and got to my hiding place in few minutes. I got under the bushes and removed the pile of leaves that covered the sack.
"You know - when you want to hide an object, by spreading some dry leaves or some sand on top of it, you signal the spirit of the area that you ask him to keep it for you."
"Really?"
He put it on and we started back.
"If you are in good terms with him, he will. In order to keep good relations with spirits of areas, accept those who got corrupted or insane by humans corrupting there area, you have to keep the low stricly. They enforce low, like police. Not necessarily human low – wolves pissing around their territory is a low as well as a fence. Hey! Are we on the shortcut? The way we came?
"yes"
"Shit. I planned to go to the caravan and walk by the Rugum. Got distracted by preaching. Do you know this way?"
"No, I followed you."
"And when you first came?"
"I came with other people."
""well - it can't be far away.
Eventually it became evident that we were lost.
"Look - we can either go back to the hiding place and then to the caravan to follow the Rugum, or follow
my weird method of leading –" (I showed him how it's done)" takes time, I can't guarantee how long, but eventually would take us there."
< I intended to put a link to "my method", but any attempt to enter "Warriors' Assemblage Point" (see link in charlila's signature) takes me to Yuku's login page. If you can go there, reader, search a thread called "Ayeti", or did I transliterate it "aiety"? And, for the record: if you get into any adventures while trying to enter this link, please tell me! Thanks. The board is called "Genaro's Hat">
"OK"
"But it takes some patience. Once you are thru, you can always go back and find the Rugum. No obligation."
10 minutes later he said - "stay here for a minute, I can move much faster, I'll find it and come back."
"no prob." Off he ran.
I heard people talk and was sure he got there, so I put on my rucksack and followed, But met him running back. He found other people who had no idea where the tree was, and told him instead where the beach was, which was no help.
Now our footprints were all over, all cardinal signs – the road, the trees, the electric lights, the moon – shifted directions few times, and we couldn't tell which way was what.
I repeated – " you can go your Way any time, you have no obligation whatsoever".
"OK".
I got us on a trail which zigzagged that area all over, curving to and fro, going up and down... then back.
A night bird called.
"What is she trying to tell us?"
"Dono."
"She's warning us from a mistake, but I don't see which…"
Then I turned backwards.
He said " OK. I'll try the other way. I'll go for the caravan."
"But do you know how to get there?"
"I'll find."
"No prob. Give me my rucksack."
" I'll take it."
"Or we can hide it again and walk free."
"I'll take it to the camp."
"Ok, see you later."
Now, without the worry of giving another the round-around, I was peaceful, , effort-fully lifting each foot in turn to follow dreamily my lead to another big tour around the area – up hills this time - and back to the hiding place, from where I found immediately the Rugum and followed them to camp.
"Lillith! We called the police! We called your son!"
"Did the other guy arrive?"
"he arrived a moment ago, and went with some others to look for you."
"O no!"
"but they got a cell phone."
"We thought, Adam and Lillith...in a paganism gathering…who knows what could possibly happened…"
"But modesty was strictly kept!"
Laughter.
They came soon.
A bunch of people got up to leave. It seemed the ritual was canceled. "Maybe in the morning." But then, very late at night, it was performed.
I was asked to be one of the elements. "Which element would you take?"
"fire, of course."
"no! I am fire", said someone.
I knew what was coming, but waited.
"Would one of you be ready to take another element?"
"OK, then I'll be earth."
The ritual was for healing acquaintances. I chose healing earth – which is equal to opening karma.
This is when I performed Ravenna's exercise and asked the element of earth to be my teacher for 3-5 days. Beit Shemesh and the Moroccan manifested the next day. The travel to the north is yet to come – it is the sawin [Halloween] celebration at the house of my surprising new pal, the fearsome voodoo priest Arden. I still have to explain about the art of
bishbush - leaving false footprints (complementary to the art of stalking.)
[edited once by me]