A few days ago, one of my Facebook friends asked the question, “What aspect of Deity do you work with on your Pagan or Wicca Paths“. I didn’t hesitate in my reply, as I remember the first day it happened, and days to follow that decision extremely well, and as if it happened yesterday.
I had made the decision to get serious about my spirituality in 1980. In the next year, I divorced my wife, lost my job, and moved from Youngstown, Ohio to Columbus, Ohio. I knew in the back of my head that I would meet a Teacher of Wicca somewhere in the area. I began a new job and a search for the meaning of witchcraft.
I found a Teacher, and studied there for just over two years, but something was missing for me in that Tradition. I moved on to “find the meat of all of this”, through another Teacher.
Columbus wasn’t good for me after 5 years, and I was slowly drowning in depression and debt. I was getting ready to “go over the edge” with city life, as I was raised pretty much a nature boy. Traffic, People, Noise, Concrete and Attitudes were going against me, all the time and I secretly searched for an escape to something more Pagan, or Earthy. Desperation and worry were setting in.
One night I had a strange and Very Vivid dream. One that changed my Life. The mere thought of the episode gives me goose bumps, even today. I dreamed the I was at a Gathering. The people there were dressed in robes of various sorts, and were moving up and down and past me between tents, on a dirt road and looked vaguely familiar to me ,in some of their faces. It was like an old fair or market scene from out of the distant past, with tents and food and vendors. I wandered into one of the tents, and someone handed me a cup of instant coffee. For some reason, I gulped the entire cup of dry coffee, and immediately came alive and began choking on the dry mixture in my mouth and throat. I stumbled back out of the tent, and was crouched down in the street, chocking with my head down. My eyes were looking down at the ground.
Suddenly, out of my peripheral vision to the right of me, I saw the bottom of a dark crimson ; almost dark maroon, cape, and I felt a presence like I have never felt before. Strong and Sleek and Sure, is the only way I can describe the presence. I heard a female voice say to me, , “Are you all right…….?” There was a feminine soft and concerned tone in the voice. The I felt the presence brush around me as I was kneeling there in the street. The cape brushed me a little. She came around me to my left side, bent down and looked out from under the cowl of her cape , at me , in the face ,with beautiful dark eyes, a mature woman’s face and kind manner, and said, “No, of coarse your not…………let me help you……..” And with that, I physically felt her fingers wrap around and grab my left upper arm and I was being helped up . She helped me back into the tent where I had came from, and gave me a wooden bowl of water. I drank and my thirst was quenched. I felt the chocking subside, and I could swallow once again. I was relieved.
The next scene involved me walking to another tent away down at the end of the dirt street, and again passing by people going to and from ‘the meeting’. I went inside the tent, and it as pretty dark, but I could still see some of the faces in the crowd, and many looked familiar. They were sitting on both sides of a fairly long room and a long banquet table was at the far end, and there were 6 seats occupied buy people ,I felt, were ‘official’ ,in some capacity. I listened and heard voices, both male and female, but I didn’t know what they were saying. When it seemed like they were almost finished with their business, I stood up from my seated place on the right of the room, among the crowd, and said, “May I address the council, please?”
Instantly I was down in front of the six council members. I knelt down on both knees and placed the top of my head on the dirt floor. My right arm stretched straight out beside me and my fingers of my hand cupped and curled and made the sign of the Moon. My left arm went straight out to the other side of me and the fingers made the sign of Horns; Pinky and Index and Thumb out, and the other fingers curled under to the palm. I looked partly up and partly down, and I could see the crescent Moon, in the sky, behind the six people in front of me. I said” I want to thank the council for allowing me to serve and to speak.” (It was if I had already spoken something, but I don’t remember what I said)
Then I said, “And I want to especially thank the Lady who helped me to get here tonight, and ask that she receive this token and gift of my esteem.” And with that I produced from under my cloak, and beautiful sparkling white Rose., and held it up to the council to receive. Someone took the Rose, and I felt a “thank you” and ‘it will be passed on’.
I woke up. I remember saying in my head, ‘That Was Real‘!
About 3 weeks later, I discovered an event coming up that I thought would be fun and a chance to get away from it all. It was a Pagan group who sponsored a festival called Goddess gathering, just East of Cambridge, Ohio. It was a primitive camping event. I like to rough it when I camp. I was excited. I purchased the tickets, and went to the event. It was wet and muddy and simply wonderful, to me, and I got a chance to network and commune with like minded people who were into Witchcraft and Paganism. Many of the faces I saw there were familiar to me, just like in the dream.
I had a chance to speak with the facilitators of the event, and asked them if I could volunteer my labor skills to the Land, on weekends. They were delighted to have someone volunteer. Through my conversations with the couple, I related my dream, and they both stared at one another, almost in disbelief, and told me that that woman in the dream was the Goddess Hecate.
To this day, I have been a servant of the Goddess Hecate.
Lord Sige’-Jen I
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