Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Ingathering
In the dream, it was the morning of this year's upcoming Grand Sabbat.
As I'm making preparations, Tall Rob comes up to me: beautiful Rob, wet-dream of the Western World, looking just as good as he did when I last saw him 10 years ago.
“Here, I wanted you to have this,” he says in his husky voice, pushing a handful of wadded bills into my hand. “Looking forward.” He smiles and moves off.
I look at the money for a moment, then push it uncounted into my pocket.
Rob has been dead for 10 years.
It is now, as I write this, two moons until the Midwest Tribe of Witches foregathers in immemorial Grand Sabbat.
Already the Ingathering begins.
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Thursday, 31 May 2018
I've had a "contact dream" a couple of times that is very real to me. In these dreams, I am sitting at a picnic table in the woods with my Craft Mentor Lady Morda across the table from me, holding my hands between hers, and projecting a feeling of caring, no words. Very soon afterwards, in the "real world of middle earth", someone close to me has passed over. Sometimes, I feel that our loved ones in the Otherworld do reach through the mists to show their interest, concern and caring. Blessings be upon the Blessed Dead and the Mighty Dead!
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Saturday, 02 June 2018
Whatever the "real" nature of such dreams, they do indeed serve to create a very real sense of connectedness across time. I've never had any dreams about Uncle Gerald, Uncle Robert, or Aunt Doreen, but I did meet Tony Kelly of the Pagan Movement in Britain and Ireland--my mentor in this, if anyone was--in a dream, although I'd never met him in waking life.
I also met the Regency's Ron "Chalky" White in a dream once. We had a good conversation whilst in an elevator.
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When I was very young I would occasionally dream of visiting an antique store run by an old fisherman. Then one night I dreamed that I visited the store and was informed that the old fisherman was dead. I have never visited him in my dreams since then.
My father died 8 years ago. On rare occasions he would pop into my dreams for a visit. He didn't say much just seemed to be checking in. Earlier this week I dreamed that he had died again and I was helping mom sort through his shirts. I do not expect to meet dad in my dreams again. Mom died 3 years ago.