because the world needs more photomanips of Don Henley with elf ears.
As mentioned before on this blog, this summer has been extraordinarily difficult for my wife and I, making the difficulties of 2012 look like a walk in the park by comparison. And not just for ourselves, but for close friends of ours affiliated with Eshnahaliel, and even a few who don’t necessarily have business with our realm, but seem to have gotten some of the fallout.
A couple of friends of mine suggested that foul play might have been involved; as my wife has been on the receiving end of magical attack before and I myself have done offensive magic, I know what to look for, and this didn’t feel like foul play was involved, and indeed when I did a divination on the matter, my reading said that this was a larger force, of wyrd, and some necessary cullings that had to be done for healing and living to begin, painful as it was.
Indeed, this corresponded with a major political situation erupting in our homeworld which once again changed things there, and may potentially affect how our people deal with humans. A sticky, messy, nasty situation, one that took a fair amount of damage control, but may be fruitful in the long term.
This is the last “real” weekend of summer, and I can feel the first whisperings of fall in the air, here in the Pacific Northwest. My wife and I lived in the Los Angeles metro area the last seven years, in an eternal summer, which might sound like paradise to some, but was hell for us. The constant heat and sun began to feel more and more oppressive to us as the months and years wore on. My wife is from New England, where the seasons change in a very obvious way, and I spent a number of years in Scotland, where it rains a lot. The rainy season is coming here, and it is a fitting end to seven years of feeling more and more dried up, becoming a dead husk that finally caught fire.
Most of my people tend to have a strong affiliation with one element over others, especially if they are half of a twin pair, those pairs are usually in polarities (Earth/Air, Fire/Water, though sometimes Earth/Water, Fire/Air, Earth/Fire, or Yang Fire/Yin Fire, etc). My wife is Water, and I am Fire. I have a gift of working with fire magically, and indeed embodying that element and serving as a catalyst, an agent of change. This gift is a mixed blessing. We were at a point in our lives where the detritus needed to be burned away, and I truly believe we are in a situation now where the new growth will be “greener” and healthier.
However, the key with burning it is knowing when and how to stop the burning. It started to feel for a period of time like things were out of control, and that things that didn’t even need to go were going up in flames. I started to lose hope for the first time, after being determined and trying to hang in there and fight. I wondered what other things were going to go wrong.
This past week, there was the full moon. For the last couple of years my wife and I have taken to celebrating the full moons with our people, and for the last year or so we’d been doing full moon workings with someone very dear to us. Since March, we have been applying the energy of color at each moon, into our lives, and into the tapestry itself, and watching the way it affects all of us. This full moon, we invited others to work with us, to help us in putting out the fire and calming things down. A friend of ours designed a bindrune sigil, which I commissioned someone in the Otherworld to carve into a circular stone, and my wife and I activated it Over There to protect and heal the realm and our people (in both worlds), while others on this side used that sigil as a focal point to stabilize and heal.
Something shifted, and that night my wife and I started to feel a bit better, and went for a walk later that evening and sat out in a park, underneath the full moon and a magnolia tree, next to a rose bush, drinking in the light of the moon and its peacefulness. The last few days, I feel… not OK, necessarily, but better than I did. I feel like I got a sense of hope back. I feel like the burning has finally stopped.
And now we wait for the rain, for the cooler days, to come nourish the ground now that it has been stripped.
If there is anything we’ve learned from this summer, it is that our worlds are inextricably twined, and that what happens here affects There and vice versa, and that wyrd seems to have a domino effect and people “travel” together and are interconnected even when they don’t want to be. All it takes is one tree for a whole forest to catch fire. If you are wyrd-touched, if you are spirit- or god-touched, that energy touches everything and everyone around you whether you like it or not. If you would take the responsibility of walking between worlds and touching other realms and letting them reach into you, you must also take the responsibility of learning how to break or mend, burn or cool down as needed. If you are elven/fae-oriented, you have a distinct advantage in being closer to the magic of the seasons and cycles of the land; I am taking advantage of our first fall in seven years, cooling down the burning, suffocating eternal summer drying everything up, to finally have a long overdue rest, and be able to properly grieve the tragedies and traumas we’ve known, before we can manage the growth of spring.