This meditation started in the comforting blackness behind my eyes, the darkeness that is me, Then moving through that darkness to a point of light, going through a door and down a path to the beach.
All of this is pretty standard for my meditations. Wooden primitive arched door with a red knob, a grassy path with a stream to the right and a huge willow tree to the left. The path turns to dirt as I continue down and an orange crab accompanies me.
I get to the beach and the crab is no longer there, I don't notice for a long time. The beach is rocky with smooth pebbles and there are pelicans flying over the ocean waves.
I am giddy and laughing and playing around the rocks as if I were about 8 years old.
I notice a sandy part of the beach with a drawing on it. It starts as a circle with a dot in the middle and then transforms into a drawing of a horse with a spiral in the center of it's body.
I see consider that this is a message from Macha but I don't know what the message is. I don't know if she is telling me to increase my worship of her, or work on my relationship with the horse she gifted me in last week's meditation. Either way, the horse in the sand is beautiful and intriguing.
A wave comes and washes the horse away and I am mesmerized as half the design is left. The head has not been washed away by the wave. Then a second wave comes and it is gone.
I travel back across the beach. The liminal place between the land and sea and back up the path, back through the door and back into the darkness that comes back to my eyes and pulls me back to my body.
*I think I need to work more with Macha and her horses. I need to look more at the liminal attributes to horses as they are not animals I work with much.
This is a quick drawing of the design I saw in the sand:
This was a guided meditation I listened to on youtube
I was on a grassy hill with rolling hills in front of me and I heard a huge rumble on the ground. It moved with my heartbeat and soon I realized it was a herd of wild horses running from the right behind a hill towards me. these horses were led by a bright red mare and my perspective changed from 1st to 3rd as they began to circle me. I watched from the center as hooves hit the ground and threw up stones. Then the horses departed in a single line and I was left longing for their presence.
I switched back to first person as I watched my hands turn into hooves and my back stretch out as I turned into a copper horse myself. I ran after them and caught up to the herd.
The herd ran to a hill and on the top of the hill was the Goddess Macha with long red hair and a burgundy dress. She motioned for the horses to run to the right and they began too except I stayed back, mesmerized by her. She announced her name and that she was a goddess of sovereignty and a protector of women and children. She was of solid build and looked to be about in her late 30's and before the horses departed fully she asked me to choose the horse that spoke to me.
I choose a horse that was white with black patches and a black heart-shaped patch around its eye.
She told me to call upon the horse when I need her or need to find my own strength for that is her connection to me.
At one point I turned back into a human and she and the other horses disappeared leaving me with the black and white horse
At my Grove's Festival, Beyond the Gates, this year we were honored to have Rev. Michael J Dangler and Rev. Kirk Thomas preform the Friday night rite. In that rite there was a guided meditation to meet an ancestor.and here was my experience.
I was on my normal woodland forest path and the orange land crab (Sidhé boy) was guiding me. In the meditation you were suppose to ask your spirit ally to take you through the sea to the other side of the veil to commune with the dead.
My experience did not go as planned.
My crab took me to the sea, and I followed it into the water holding on to its carapace shell. I was ready to travel across the water when the crab decided to dive deeper into the water, ultimately hitting the ocean floor and burrowing into the sand refusing to move. I was frustrated that he just would NOT move so I let go and swam to the ocean surface.
At the surface I called upon the Crane to help me and he flew to me and grew so I could ride on is back to the shoreline where the dead would meet me.
Once on the shore I called out to the ancestor belonging to a human clavicle bone I was gifted this year. I had hoped to get some information about this ancestor (race, gender, age, etc) but they appeared as a grey foggy mist on the shore and approached me.
A bit of background on this bone. Most human bones in America came from China or India and both countries have since stoped exporting bones to America as there were ethical concerns as to their obtainment. These bones, now here in the US, are legal to sell within the states freely. I wanted a bone so that I may honor that ancestor instead of it ending up in someone's oddity collection. (In fact, I hope to own more bones in the future). I have no way of knowing if this bone belonged to someone who donated their body, someone who's family could not afford burial or someone who may have been murdered to turn a profit from its skeleton (yes, this was a huge problem)..
So I called out to the ancestor of this bone to meet them.
When they met me on the beach (as a shapeless grey mist) they said to me:
"It doesn't matter how I died"
"It doesn't matter who I am"
"It only matters that you care"
then they turned around and moved back into the woods along the shore line.
It was such a relief to know that my desire to respect this ancestor is certainly noticed even if I had no additional details as to who they were. It clearly is not necessary information needed for me to honor them.
The meditation was far from over but the ancestor had already left so I wandered up and down the shore to kill time.
I tried to talk to the Crane that was waiting for me, but he wouldn't talk. So I thought about my insubordinate crab Sidhé ally and it frustrated me greatly. In fact, my frustration grew into anger that he was unwilling to help me along this journey.
When It was time to go back home I was going to ask Crane to take me home but I decided to call out to the Sidhe boy again. This time I was stern, I shouted out the Sidhe boys name (which I never speak as it is a big Fairy taboo) with a frustrated tone. Calling his name worked as he immediately appeared on the shore to take me home. I thanked the crane and let the crab take me home.
I have a lot of work to do with the Sidhe boy....We are clearly not on the same page right now but I am confident that we will be with more dedication.