I keep seeing my grandparents on my mother’s side. They’ve been dead for years, but they’re always around. Lately a lot of that family that has passed on has been coming to me. Sharing things that I never saw before. So many old traditions that are carried in the blood. My grandfather’s family goes back through England and Holland and Denmark. My grandmother’s family is deep in Scotland. While a lot of them had turned to Christianity, they still did lots of old world traditions. Today so few realize that their traditions are heavily tempered in pagan beliefs. M as my hid the fact that they had abilities to do magical things. Today a lot of it falls under empathy and what many like myself are very empathic. The call to nature and the earth runs deep. Hunting and farming were the way of life. While not too many of my family farm anymore, quite a few still hunt.
I remember going to my family’s places in Godfrey. While there were a few hunting trophies, they hunted for food and furs. They still did a lot of trapping. Often I would be seeing the skins of animals being stretched out and hung about the basement. Family barbecues often featured venison. Fish fry’s were another popular gathering. Especially with the bullheads. Everyone drinking and eating. Usually there were card games and horseshoes. I never knew then how much I would miss that now. I’m sure that I’d why I am seeing so many of the ones who passed now. My spirit is calling to them. When I see them they are always at a separate table from those who are still here. My cousin Laura who I haven’t seen in decades, was trying to talk to her mom, but Couldn’t hear what her mom was saying. Uncle Lorne was just watching everyone with a big smile. it saddens me to wake sometimes from these dreams. I know we will see each other again eventually.
Today as I sat pondering all of my familial journeys, I noticed that even though they come in pieces it’s kind of a fluid state of being. I can communicate more with them, and in turn the pictures come while I’m awake too. Sometimes it makes me question if I’m here or there. I go through the veil so easily anymore, that I barely notice the difference. I look around and see the physical world, but like a signal on a channel that’s not quite coming in on the antenna, the others are bleeding through. Smells, sounds,etc. it’s still nerve wracking at times, but it’s getting easier. Especially as I embrace my true self more. I no longer care if people joke about my fortune cookie wisdom, or overly dramatic tones of painted words. This is me, and make no apologies for it.
I’m sure tonight will be another adventure. I spent the day with two very boastful deities and a quiet loa. Today Legba sat back and listened to the others with me. In the mid of it, it started to rain a little.
So as I am getting tired now, I am going to say goodnight, and I will see you again soon.