Middle World Journeys to the "Board Room"
These are informal, almost spontaneous jouneys that have happened over the years. They usually focus on self healing.
The Eye of the Hurricane - Sept 2, 1996
Was very agitated falling asleep. I began feeling completely alone and cast-a-drift and my thoughts were turning toward T. and how when he was actively in my life I had felt more grounded and anchored. I was clearly on the verge of spiralling into a full blown depressive state when I heard a voice in my head telling me to stop this immediately. It was ridiculous that I was enduring such stress when it was simply a misunderstanding of what was happening. Of course as a wind witch I was feeling out of control. There were hurricane force winds headed in my direction (in the Real World a hurricane was headed toward the east coast) and I was feeling them. She took my hand and told me to come and learn to stand in the eye of the hurricane which is a place of complete stillness. In that instant I understood what she was trying to tell me and my mind fled from the knowledge; I moved away from the contact and almost into a state of complete awakeness. This hadnt been my concious intent so I tried to talk my way back in. I asked her who she was (I had heard my own inner voice) and she said it really didnt matter, any name would do, so we settled on Nimue. My mind wandered excessively from this point. What sense is there when "they" offer to teach and I run from the learning. Why would I cling to being blown about when I could learn to master the wind by simply being in the center?
We discussed for a brief second that everyone learns differently. That everyone has a different relationship with the elements and a different pattern to learn. My heavy concentration of air is both a blessing and a curse, but I cant look to fire to ground air, air feeds fire, Earth can ground air as in the eye of the hurricane or tornedo.
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