I feel it coming.
Not a monster, or a disaster, or a premonition of anything – but Fall.
For reasons of which I am not cognizant, my life revolves around the seasons of Fall and Winter. The energy that resides within me swells like the wave of a tsunami during this time of year; visions come, and I “tune in” to the primal power of the universe more than any other time.
Somewhere, in the far reaches of what we call “time,” I held the power of what one might call a “wizard,” and it reached its zenith during the Fall and Winter. I cannot prove such an assertion, of course, and it would be pointless to try. Those who are spiritually open in their thinking won’t question the possibility, and those who are not open will never accept the idea no matter what I might say. In any event, the residual of this previous experience still clings to me; it is always with me…but there is a surge in this power, and creativity, and contemplation and awareness that returns with the time of harvest, and continues through the “dark” of winter. I am renewed by the cold air and the early darkness that disrupts so many others. What looks like death and receding in the physical world is the time of my greatest light.
There is no “lesson” in this post. I’m not sure why I shared it at all. Perhaps I am seeking input and thoughts about this from others who are “open.” If you are one of these people, I would love to hear what you think.
Many Blessings To All…