I’m going to slowly start dripping a portion of my work from the begining of my path, and forming this tradition I am working on, into this journal. Starting from the very beginning, this is the entry I wrote down and I will only edit it to hide personal work or things only for me.
The first time I went into the mounds:
July 8, 2020
I journeyed to the Mound to find a spirit ally to help me begin this journey to establish my own tradition.
I used the mound ritual meditation in Storm Faerywolfs book Betwixt&Between and tweaked it to better suit me.
The Star Goddess candle of the Feri Tradition has become the Candle of Tiamat.
The red candle is that of the Great Phoenix.
The Blue is Leviathan.
When the waters of Leviathan cool the fires of the Phoenix, Melek Taus arises.
I digress, back to the Mound.
I aligned the three souls of the Feri and sat in the Universal Circle after running the Iron Pentacle. Gazing at the Tiamat Candle I recited a mantra until I fell into trance.
I found my way to a great tree and found a burrow into the ground between its roots. Following the details of the ritual until I made it to the mound.
Once I made it to the mound I slipped in through a fissure in the earth on the side and met the guard in the inner chamber. A trollish figure. My mind didn’t want to comprehend it’s form, but troll was the closest I could catch in the blurred glimpses of my mind’s eye.
I didn’t so much request entrance…I projected my desire and reason for being there. The guard immediately stepped aside as I passed through the door into a torch lit hall.
Once again, the torch lit hall was all I could loosely process it as. It was simultaneously the hall, but also an abyssal darkness with flashes of neon light. All superimposed and switching in my field of vision.
I traveled down the hall for a while before coming to a grand gilded door. Bordered and accented with vines of gold, the colors under it undulating and moving like a constantly changing mood ring.
I once again projected my intention of finding an ally at the door and it opened to an expanse of contradiction. Pure black, but filled with color. A void teeming with life. I called out once more, calling for one willing to help me create this path and teach me along the way.
A few creatures started to appear, but one made her way to the front and stood directly in front of me.
She claimed she was waiting for me, and that she inspired a drawing I had done not long ago that was indeed in the likeness of the creature I saw before me.
She is what most would call a goblin, but what is traditionally known as a kobold. Dressed in simple loose cream colored linen, long black hair, and a few rings and studs scattered about her face. Her rows of sharp teeth grinning at me, but no hint of malicious intent.
I called my Higher Self forward in the alignment and waited for an assessment. Once my Daemon gave me a nod of approval I proceeded to talk more with the female goblin before me.
Her name is ****** which I thought was odd, but it was very clearly the name she stated in what sounded like a cockney accent. I asked for a sigil , and she smiled and kneeled on a dirt floor that was suddenly there and used her clawed finger to draw one out. She seemingly came up with it on the spot, but we agreed it was to be her “calling card” so to speak, along with a gesture to perform while speaking her name.
I was about to turn and leave back the way I came before she told me, “Best be leaving quicker than that from here. You are on Unseelie Grounds and still have work to do.” Before what looked like she was blowing a kiss, but what came from her mouth was a rush of wind that forced me in an instant back the way I came.