24/8/21
The day was cool, with a nice breeze. Mood was elevated.
Started the adventures off with some no-mind meditation for 30 minutes after waking.
In the afternoon, I chanted the spiritual perfection mantra for about 20 minutes.
Chanted the enhancing psychic powers mantra for 25 minutes in the evening, before taking a journey.
Back in June, @Lady_Eva did a reading for me with the Sortes Homericae that pointed out that âancestral maternal powerâ wished to favour me, so I decided to finally reach out.
Sam was waiting for me at the World Tree when I arrived. I knelt down and gave him some ear scritches, and he pushed his head into my hand. I told him I missed him, and apologized for not visiting. I told him we were going to see an ancestor so he jumped up onto his usual perch of my shoulder, and we began the climb.
The membrane was a bit difficult to push through, but eventually we came out onto a flat plain, filled with long grass, A cool breeze blew through, making the grass rustle. There was a worn dirt path, and we followed it to a small cabin that sat alone on a slight hill. As we approached, the door opened and a figure emerged.
As we got closer, I could see that it was a stout woman, looking to be around middle age. She beckoned me in, then retreated back inside, leaving the door open. I climbed up the two small stairs and entered the dwelling.
It was was sparsely decorated, with a large table and a couple of chairs in the centre, and a wood burning stove in one corner. There were a few animal pelts on the wall, but that seemed to be the only decoration.
The woman sized me up, and then smiled. âPlease, have a seat.â
I nodded, and sat in one of the chairs at the table. The woman threw some wood into the stove, briskly rubbing her hands together. "Itâs a bit cool today, " she said. She turned back to me, and asked if Iâd like some tea.
I said that would be nice, so she took a kettle off the stove, and poured two cups. She brought them over to the table and placed one in front of me, before sitting in the chair opposite to me.
Sam had jumped off my shoulder and was now stretched out luxuriously in front of the stove, basking in the heat.
âWho are you?â I asked, wrapping my hands around the cup.
She smiled and replied, âI amâŚyou can call me Grandmother. Itâs as fine a name as any.â
âIâve come toâŚask for guidance, and maybe get some help.â
She nodded. âYou are strong, and have weathered many storms, but there are more storms to come, and you feel like mere survival isnât worth it anymore.â
âYes.â
A wistful smile played along her lips. âYou still do not see. Stubborn as a mule you are.â
âWhat am i missing?â
âDrink your tea before it gets cold.â
I raised the cup to my lips and took a swallow. It tasted of ginger.
âAn old family recipe,â she said in response to my unasked question. âIt will strengthen you.â
She took another drink from her own cup before continuing. âThere are many forces, and powers, that walk with you, but of which you remain unaware. You are not alone, my child. Your burdens may seem heavy, but they are not so heavy as to stop you from carrying them.â
âGrandmother, I donât know what to do.â
She looked at me, her eyes darkening in the fading light of the afternoon. âYou stand, and you walk on. Let the storms come. They are temporary, but you are forever. Always remember that. You are blessed, even if you cannot yet see it. Finish your tea, now.â
I idly drank the last of my tea, not sure to make of what I just heard. I could hear the drum track change tempo, signalling the time to return.
She smiled again. âYou should go now. Return, and we shall speak some more.â
âThank you, Grandmother.â
Sam got up from his comfortable place by the stove, and climbed back up to my shoulder. I said goodbye, and walked out. The trip down the tree was uneventful, and at the bottom, I sat with Sam, rubbing his belly and listening to him purr. I had a lot to think about.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, and ended the journey.