For the longest time, I have been reading. Seeking the wisdom of those who came before me. To me, reading is magic. For you are sharing the mind, and emotions of another person.
I agree, it is “just reading”. But it will always be magic, as well.
I
have found myself seeking a path. I looked back, to see if any of my
ancestors followed a path. One other than something Judeo-Christian
Do not misunderstand me, there can be great strength on that Path.
And my feet are ill-suited to walk it. My spirit cannot fit itself
into the faith that a Judeo-Christian
path offers.
So, did any of my ancestors walk a different path?
Sadly, I cannot find out. I am somewhat distant from my mother and
father's families. There is no real trust built that they would feel
safe in sharing that knowledge with me. So be it. I will look for a
path through the wilderness for myself.
But, what path? Reading,
I know that a Hoodoo path is not for me. Southern Texas and desert
magic? No. Appalachian Mountain magic is close. But, it relies on
ancestors and the land they live upon.
So, I looked north. To
Indigenous tribes folk. As I am Canadian, and my family has lived
here for 4 generations, I likely carry some Indigenous blood. What. I
may be 1/8th
part of a particular tribe? I cannot seek there. I feel that, with my
privilege, it would be insulting to the battles fought and hard won
by the powerful Indigenous peoples. I refuse to be intrusive. Rather,
I will be in awe at a respectful distance. And educate myself.
So,
where else have I looked? Across the Atlantic. To Russia. And their
Shamans To the British Iles. Their Welsh, Celtic, and Druidic Paths.
Those Clever Folk, Those Village Witches. Those who know some of the
ways of the Goode Folk.
Again, those paths are ill-suited to my
feet, and my soul. AS powerful as they are, and as much as I may lust
after them, I will remain respectfully distant, and learn what I can
to educate myself.
For the longest of whiles, I have immersed
myself in Wicca. That great stew of traditions and learning. But, In
the end, I cannot seem to find a group who can see what I have to
offer. I wise, now distant friend, once said that “Many walk a
solitary path”. That seems so. At least of me, currently.
So,
where do I go next? I supposed I would like to say to you, "See?
You are not alone as you walk a confusing path”. Whilst I may not
walk your path, I will support your healthy journey. And let you know
you are not alone in your confusion.
I do suffer disappointment in
my search and my reading. And, occasionally, I will put my studies
down and lament what I do not have. I will, however, always pick it
up again. I will walk down that dark deer path. I will creep along
the banks of that quiet, unmapped creek. Who knows? At the end of
those paths, I may see beauty. If I see nothing I can use, I will nod
respectfully to what IS there, and go on, looking for another path
to walk down.