A Witch's Story

Although very simple, this story came to me after a very excitingly active evening with the fae. I have attempted to record myself reading it multiple times, and between the wind in my current location, and not enough space on my device, I have decided to type it here, and will continue to work on the reading as I move around along my journey.

It has been many years since I wrote a story of fiction for entertainment and direction…and here it goes:

There once was a witch who was travelling in an unknown land

She had, in a way, lost her magical mind.

Experience had left a bitter, torn heart; separated from the synchronicities of the Universe.

And this was something the Universe simply couldn't allow.

The Angels, Fae and even the divine whispers of open conscious, energy archetypes of all kinds came forward in an attempt to remind the witch of her magic. But in her toil, she dismissed them, one by one.

Throughout the Spirits attempt to retrieve the Witch from her darkness, Universal concepts began to become clear to her. A Knowing of a sort, and growth beyond anything she had expected in this life. Though, keeping herself in the mundane, she shrugged all of it off as it came in.

The witch travelled from land to land, with storms and those who would not hear her truth moving her quickly along her way.

And then she came to the end of the lands.

Standing at the Ocean, with the sun hot and bright on her face, the Witch became a part of the Sea.

For near a fortnight she stayed with the Ocean. Welcoming faces and those that preferred not to push her on her way kept the time passing well.

In this new land there were all sorts of new life to explore. Flora and fauna the witch had never dreamed of. She laughed with the Poisonwood and was grateful for the knowledge it left her. She followed hermit crabs, urchins, and all sorts of life she could not find a name for along the beaches of the great Sea.

She took in a breath, and with it, the breath of Poseidon, Lyr, Knuhm, Aegir and every other energy the Sea has ever come to be known all at once filled the witch's lungs.

And then the witch became very calm.

Unknowing of the effect the breath would have on her fully, the witch waited for the day of her journey's continuation. And it came, in same fashion the Universe knows it takes to shake her movement. And she pointed herself back into the direction of the lands she knows.

A storm, violent with wind that blew over trees came upon the witch as she left the Ocean, letting her know clearly how He felt about her departure. Again with her feet on the land where the fresh water flows, the witch welcomed the challenge of the storm.

A night passed and the storm broke. The witch travelled further toward the familiar, her heart unaware of shifts and changes taking place in the Universe as she moved down the road.

The witch stopped to make camp, and found a wonderfully diverse community of transients that it mattered not the difference in thought or path, and the prairie they had found was full of life. Within 5 minutes of arriving she had already seen 3 birds she could not name, and decided this was a good resting place for a while.

The Ravens began speaking to her immediately. No matter where the witch set her fire, they would follow her and call.

You see, the Universe knew the linear was running short for this Witch. Timing is a divine thing, and the witch's choice to hold on to her material fear had stalled some very important forward movements. And that defining moment of the witch's life was not too far away in the linear.

The Universe had been overly excited for her moment; the witch had a meeting with a spark coming up-and if she wasn't ready-once again the flow would stall, and another life cycle of wait. She had worked so hard for so long, and if she had not taken the detour of fear and forgotten who she was, she would have already been there.

You see, everyone of us has this moment in life. And if we miss it, the entire Universe must wait for the cycle of life to open up the opportunity again. Every spark is part of the Universe, and without one in it's place, every other goes awry.

The witch, though choosing to ignore her own magic, still held in her heart the existence of transformation of energy. Speaking with the ravens and for a moment, she could almost understand their plea; or at least, their urgency.

As the sun set and the stars arrived above that prairie, the witch was grateful to find that this group of transients where very conscious about the night's light. All fluorescent and excess light was extinguished, only firelight and tints of red and green could be seen amongst the camps.

The witch stepped outside of any glow and looked up in to the expanse. This sky of new beginnings, as the waxing of the moon would begin tomorrow.

Though filled with stars, the astros seemed unfamiliar to her.

It was not the most clear she ever seen what the Universe offers to the earthly eye, and she knew what to look for.. But the configurations of the stars and planets were not what she had come to know in this life.

As the witch explored what was above her, her mind put together configurations and pictures that felt familiar, but she found no comfort or knowledge in them.

During the night, the witch was awoken by her iron being moved and quickly got up to remedy whatever it was. She had been told that racoons where more than rare on this prairie. She found that the iron was still in it's place, but the spatula that was with it was gone. She laughed and shrugged as she thought, of course, the one racoon robbed her.

Smiling, the witch closed her eyes to find sleep again amongst the song of the crickets, which was the only sound left on the dark prairie under this strange sky.

Just before she made it back to sleep, the witch was stirred awake again. This time, by a voice whispering in her ear, while coming from outside of her shelter.

"Fine then, don't come play!" it said to her sharply. And then she heard her spatula hit the gravel. Jumping up to look, the witch saw no person nor spatula, though it was still the dark of a moonless night.

She laughed it off as the game of the Fae

The witch went back to sleep

And in the workings of the relaxed unconsciousness….the Universe came to speak

The witch arose before the sun, which was her normal nature. The first thought that crossed her mind was the welcoming of the sunrise to come.

She noted this gratefully, as it was a first thought she had not enjoyed in many years without having been invited.

As she worked to prepare her morning brew, the witch again looked up, expecting the previous night's sky. Instead, she was greeting with a loving calm as her eyes met that old familiar sky.

And for this, as well, she was grateful.

As the witch sat with her familiar to watch the sun rise, a realization came upon her:

The bitter, the fear, did not sit in her heart today as had become so usual.

The ravens came to call and when the witch spoke back to them instinctively she stated, "I've got it, I understand." The loudest looked at the witch sideways, then nodded as they knew their job with her was finished.

Rising with the sun that day, the Witch's magic had returned.

She knew not the specifics,

But her heart felt pure, whole and supported

Her mind was clear and focused

And the witch knew, without a doubt, that her magic and teachings would help to find balance within the universe.

She had fallen into her own unique and authentic place in the flow.

Ready to sing and dance with the ether again, the witch rose with the sun, and prepared for the next leg of her journey.

There are times in life where we stagnate and stall. Getting discombobulated in our gut (root), that slows our heart, and closes our eye (pineal). We give in to the fear of the workings around us and forget that the Universe can not move forward without our own unique spark, exactly as we're meant to be. And much like the witch, we learn…..

The magic is truly never lost…

We only hide it from ourselves.