It’s been a few since I’ve updated this journal. Work at the theatre has been keeping me busy.
My praxis lately has mostly consisted of working with my angelic mantras, along with energy work. I’ve also been including some pranayama into my work day.
I took a journey to meet the goddess thought was watching me. The encounter was short and sweet, but I still have no idea of her identity.
I found Sam cleaning himself by the Tree, and I told him we were going to meet a goddess. Sam took his usual position on my shoulder and, holding that intention in mind, together we ascended the Tree. We came out upon a rocky plain. There was a cave a short distance away, and Sam rubbed his head against my cheek. We entered the cave.
I found a lit torch along the wall, so I took it in hand and we made our way deeper. There were some bones strewn about, and even a few complete skeletons. I knelt beside one that was wearing Conquistador armour. There was something strange about it, but I couldn’t figure out what.
The cavern floor began to slope downward, and as we turned a corner, we came across a mural of some kind. The paint was faded, but it seemed to depict a tall female figure standing with arms raised, while smaller, kneeling figures crawled around her. The ground was littered with skulls.
At the end of a long corridor, there were some rough hewn stairs, so we descended. Sam was not walking ahead like he usually did, but stayed nuzzled against my neck. The stairs came out into a wide cavern, in the centre of which sat a tall figure upon a golden throne, inlaid with jewels. Around it were what appeared to be statues.
As we approached, the figure raised its head and said, in a low, seductive tone, “Welcome. I’ve been expecting you.” At the sound of the voice, the statues all turned their heads at once to look at me. It was very creepy.
Sam seemed apprehensive. He didn’t jump into the goddess’ lap, like he has before. He remained close to me. “Are the one who was watching me?” I tentatively asked, my voice echoing in the stone cavern.
The figure smiled, showing what looked to be sharpened teeth. “I am. You…interest me.” Not to be dramatic or anything, but that smile made me think of a predator sizing up a potential meal. Sam meowed softly in my ear.
The goddess smiled wider. “It seems your little friend is a bit worried. Perhaps you better run along then. We’ll meet again soon.”
I gave a small bow, and she laughed. “I like that. You show respect. Unlike some…others.”
Sam and I beat a hasty exit, and, once outside the cave, descended the Tree. Once at the bottom, I stroked Sam to soothe him, while I mused on who I it was I had just met. None of the names I thought of seemed to fit though. The symbols of a golden throne, a cave, living statues, and sharp teeth didn’t match anyone I could think of, and Sam didn’t seem to be very happy about it. I opened my eyes.
A quick note that I used a different drum track than usual for this journey. The beat was faster, and pulled me into trance quickly. I had also chanted my mantra for enhancing psychic powers for thirty minutes beforehand.