Mar 22 • General discussion
Following the Breadcrumbs
I didn’t have any idea what was happening when everything started happening. All I knew was there was more to life than what I was seeing.
I read the books. Code of the Extraordinary Mind, Claim your Power, The Power of Now, The Untethered Soul, everything by Caroline Myss, Donna Eden, and Delores Cannon, to name a few. I read and digested content, applying the wisdom to my own life as knowledge to create a new bit of wisdom for myself.
It didn’t happen as huge life changing moments. It unfolded quietly like unfolding a letter. Subtle. A recommendation from a speaker, a flash in a dream, a class that showed up in my feed, or a headline in my email or on social media. Whispers.
There were no neon signs pointing the way. And you know what? I rejected many perspectives based on my conditioning. I was on the doorstep of many elements I practice today but I insisted on taking the long journey around. And you know what else? All those rejected things came back around. I didn’t miss out, I was more prepared.
The first time I met a deity was in a dream. Silver haired and wispy, I saw Arianrhod with a white circle around her in a dream. I looked her up when I woke, understanding she was the goddess of the wheel of the year. I learned to live in unison with nature, to respect her cycles, and to see messages from Spirit in it.
Then, I met Hecate in a dream. I was scared, she looked mean and powerful. I looked her up too and found she is the goddess of the crossroads. Shortly after that dream, my hubby booked us a weekend getaway at a place in Riggins that actually had a Hecate’s Labyrinth right on the property. I walked it thinking nothing would come of it, you know, silly superstition, right? Well, that was a point of no return. My life has never been the same. My growth has been rapid and at times, almost too much. But it unfolded for me nonetheless.
I met the Morrigan in a dream and she held the hand of a child. That child was me. I think of her today as my mother since my physical mother isn’t around. She put me through rigorous initiations and discipline as I’ve never known before. And I’m better for it.
I met Cernnunos in a dream too. Dark, mysterious, other worldly, antlers on his head, the legs of a stag, face human, yet not. He opened the doors to reclaiming my sexuality and healing the shame there. Sexual energy in those organs is directly tied to the pineal gland, which is the third eye’s portal. I got comfortable with my body, my wants, my desires, and my preferences. My intuition only became stronger.
I met Gwyn ap Nudd while on an ATV ride. He told me to meet him where the roots form a curtain and counseled me on lyrics of a song I had been judging as negative. Shortly after this message came into my thoughts, we rode right past the curtain of roots. I met him once in meditation at the root curtain. And he guided me through healing and reclaiming my wounded inner child.
Your path might just be beginning. But every prayer, every intention, every thought is creating ripples in your existence and those ripples touch others. I feel like humans expect the kinds of miracles they were taught from the bible, not understanding that these miracles are symbols, not literal. But we attach to wanting those big lightning bolt moments. And when they come as whispers, we are disappointed and we discard it like none of it means anything.
If you are not aligning your life to see the messages, if you are not meditating or journaling to dispel stress, if you are not observing and living within the cycles and laws of nature, you simply can’t see your own path unfolding right in front of you.
If you hold no value for yourself, if you have no love for your physical body, if you hold no gratitude for what has brought you here, right now, then why would the Universe give you more? More to hate on, more to ignore, more to bypass when it’s not going your way?
When we judge ourselves harshly, we literally abandon the baby in the cradle. We see her suffering and instead of picking her up and loving her, we leave her crying in the cradle. We turn our back on who we are and walk away from our suffering inner world. That kind of karma shows up in very horrible ways.
Practice letting go of needing to control it all. Free up space to welcome in the new. Understand that ignorance is not bliss, it’s prison. And yet, the door is always open for you to leave it at any time. You simply have to choose it. No more faking, no more hating, no more tension. Just a freedom that can’t come from anywhere else. ❤️
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Following the Breadcrumbs
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