Mystics Everywhere
Meetings with like people seem to happen at the oddest of times. Never expecting the chance meetings, yet I am always somewhere, at the same time as they are. Most of these people that I run into seem to be seekers of sorts. Wandering as if lost needing to be found. This is not as unusual as it may seem.
I once asked my mentor about this in one of our lighter conversations, or was it one where he was not wagging a finger at me calling me ” Damn Chaotic". I asked him why these meetings came about, and more importantly in the past two years or so closer together. Where there were maybe 10 a year, now there are to numerous to count. His answer was “I don’t know, do you?” Thinking that he was once again being obstinate. I decided it was one of those times that I had to find the answer myself.
I proceeded to just let it play out and see what happened. I did make my request of putting me where I was needed and to please give me a sign of why this was alweays happening.
Each time I run into another of hte craft it is for a reason. Each individual that has entered upon my path is as I said earliuer seeking something. Each has a common denominator. They are seeking something but not able to find the elusive answer to their quest.
Some reminding me of ships that are lost in the darkest of nights looking for the beacon of light from the lighthouse on shore. More and more I have met with Solitaires that needed to tell their stories to someone with an ear for listening and a heart that is open with no condemnation. Simply to just share with another. Seeing that what they have experienced is normal in our magickal and mystical lives tht we lead.
From the voices to visions, spirits, guides and demons, they all are different yet the same. I have listened, nodding with affirmation that they are certainly OK, and that there are others that feel, hear and see the same things. These are stories, real stories. Not fabrications of the insane, although to mundanes it is insane. They are made to feel different, the mundanes keep away or do not talk about this part of the persons life. Fear, plain and simple. The magickal person feels isolated. Not wanting to be alone they remain quiet. Maybe thinking that they are crazy. Locking their private thoughts and sights away for only theirselves. Nobody to listen to them.
These stories come raging forth like the rushing river during a winter storm. They talk and talk with out taking a breath it appears until they wind down. I have seen their faces go from vacant, distant to bright, lively and warm after they talk especially when they hear the words “Yes, I am a teacher". Coming from no where yet everywhere I meet these kindred souls.
I have noticed that I am drawn to a place for no reason only to meet with another of the Craft. Most of these people are in need of something.
As the saying goes “Like attracts like". We feel it around us all the time. Knowing that it is there, Sometimes wer may not be able to lay our hands on it right away when it is near, but we know it is there.
They say that timing is everything. I tend to believe that is so true. It struck me today more than ever. Actually, it felt as though I was hit by a lightening bolt.
I was doing something that was out of character for me. I totally changed my schedule in a task that I normally do at a certain time each day. I found that I was drawn someplace. Since I follow these feelings with trust, I went along with it. I met someone that I had known slightly on a walk way. As we began talking this person opened up to me and stated that she to was a practioner but had lost the feeling and not practiced in some time. I told her it was time to unpack her tools and start back as I saw it gave her great comfort in practicing. The story that she told me was no different than others I have had heardf. Yet equally as touching. The physical and emotional demeanor was there once more. I listened, explained a few things and shook hands. This person looked relieved. Since this meeting there is a certain look that they have when we meet. Not to mention a brighter aura around them. I suspect they are slowly coing back.
After this meeting I decided to meditate on all tht happens around me. Those that come into my life for brief periods to years of friendship. As I was drawing all this in, I felf a slight breeze around me, as though my answer was there.
Those of us who seem to be cosen to have specific abilities and knowledge at certain times are ignorant to the whys and whats sometimes. We stumble around asking ourselves the g/g our guides, mentors anyone that will listen “Why does this happen?” What is the purpose? Why me? and my favorite, What am I doing?
Hopefully, the answer will be shown to us.
Each time now when I am in an odd situation for what seems to be no good reason, I now know what to expect. I am not questioning.
I have helped many of those seekers. Helping them find a little peace of light to guide their travels. Answering their questions or leading them to answer it for theirselves. Guiding, listening, what ever this person needs, I give without reservation.
At the end of the day I may be drained by these sessions, but I look forward in fulfilling my chosen duties for helping those seekers gain a footing onto their path. Restoring their faith or hope that they now know they are not alone.
It is with gentle hands and whispers that replensishes my love towards them in doing what I have been led to do.
People have inquired do I ever I want to it to just stop. The meetings, the guidings the readings the helping. I think a bit each time I asked this. With each new discovery I say earnestly no.
Not being able to help those of the Craft would leave a void in my life that could not ever be filled by anything as grand as this. It is a love and devotion of the Gods and Goddesses and those of the Craft that pales in comparison to anything else that I may do.
Let those seekers enter for help, comfort, friendship and questions. I welcome them with open arms and heart. I welcome the next seeker that is just around the corner.
When a friend just recently asked me why I choose this way of life, I replied with a smile and a shrug “It’s what I do.”