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Magical Collusion

Before I begin: This is my personal observation and feelings. This is not political commentary, not a public criticism, not an official statement of any sort. I am only speaking as myself, a person who experienced these things and had these reactions, and not as any official representative of anything other than my Gods. I hate that I even have to state that, and I know there will be fallout anyway, but there it is.

I should also state that this is going to take quite a while to get the point, but I ask that you hang in there, because I think it’s a fairly important one. You just need to understand all the experiences that lead to the revelation for it to make sense. I promise I’m not usually this verbose.

There we were, standing by the firelight. I was coming back to my body after a prolonged possessory experience. I looked around at the people gathered, and I could feel that each one of them – the strangers, the supporters, the guardians, even those who were there for my benefit – all wanted the same thing. They wanted her to succeed. As the tendrils of His control faded, one of the last things I shared with Him was this sense of support for her in this journey. It was more than just her spouse, her family, her friends. It was as if the very air we breathed, the flickering flames, the grass beneath our feet, the tears in our eyes were all reaching towards her, wanting the best possible outcome. – An excerpt from my private ordeal mastery journal

Ramblewood is locally well known as the campground that allows us to be our true selves, in whatever way that manifests. I have attended all sorts of gatherings there, from family friendly pagan festivals to weekends intended to help collectively grieve the passing of a friend. Sometimes I watch children playing on the jungle gym and fondly remember when a naked man was tied up inside of it, being shocked by a violet wand. There is something wonderfully freeing, knowing that there is at least one place on the planet where I can come close to being all the things I am, without fear of reprisal or rejection.

I’m absolutely positive that some of that feeling of acceptance is energetic. Over time, both the people who run the place as well as those who host the events there have invested a great deal of themselves in the flow of whatever creates that feeling. I’ve seen BDSM play there that I would never see in a dungeon. I’ve been a part of rituals that could only happen in a place like that. I’ve borne witness to solo workings and thousand-person rituals that had “be who you are” as the theme on that land. Whether you’re meditating at the labyrinth or dancing around one of the two fire circles, the land vaettir love you unconditionally in a very rare sort of way.

I guess that’s what bothered me about some of my recent experiences there. I attended two events (one in May and one in June), run by different but somewhat entwined organizations, where I thought maybe some of that magic had been broken. Instead of feeling unconditionally accepted for all the things I am – a madness shaman, a trickster, a God-touched spirit worker, a self-identified monster, a edgy kinkster, a Master, a magician, etc – I felt shamed. Things happened that made me feel as though in order to “fit in”, I had to put parts of me back in the basement; those very parts of me that I come to Ramblewood to allow to breathe.

After the May event where this happened, I thought it was a fluke. Maybe the wind was just blowing in the wrong direction, or maybe I was still too emotionally wrung out after having surgery, or I don’t know what. I tried my best to write it off as an aberration, a single bad experience, and at most something that could be pretty easily fixed. I reached out to the people in charge and let them know how the event made me feel. In the end, I decided that I just need to step back from that particular event and let it become what it wants to be, which seems to be not the event I had originally fallen in love with. That’s cool; I’ve had a lot of lessons lately about how sometimes the loving, supportive choice is to give space or move on.

I will admit, although the June event in which I felt this way was run by a different group of people (but there is a significant amount of crossover), I arrived with a sense of trepidation because of what happened in May. I also knew that this particular group has been wracked with political, medium sized group drama that was bad enough that there was open speculation that this might be the last of these events. The current president is a controversial, divisive person that you either love, or love to hate. He knew that the success or failure of this event would stand testament to his legacy with this organization, and he was prepared to work his balls to the bone to make it work. I have to admit a complicated bias – he is a close personal friend, and a member of my leather family, but I am also not a big fan of many of the decisions he has made as the president of this organization (and this is no secret to him).

Tensions ran high during the event. Everything had this air of conflict about it, and things that would have usually regarded as fairly insignificant events – like noise complaints – turned into these unwieldy complicated situations that required either Holmgang-level resolution or such diplomatic intricacy that no one left satisfied. Even the act of calling an ambulance for a person suffering from dehydration caused a tangible upsurge of contention. As a group, it seemed we could nothing without fighting about it, and mostly behind each others backs.

The more salient point about this particular event, the one that relates to the title of this post, is that it was no secret there were people rooting for the event to fail. There were some who purposefully chose to stay home, and to encourage others to follow suit, in order to make the event lose money. There were staff members who usually throw their backs into the event who either did half-ass jobs, left the event before their obligation was discharged, or openly mocked/questioned/shirked authority. There were many times people tried to pull me into private conversations that appalled me. I come to this event to connect with the spiritual, and in the end, that’s exactly what happened, but not in the way you’d think.

All of this energy had to manifest in one way or another. We claim to be a magical people (it was a pagan event) and most of us believe that thoughts/feelings can become manifest. What happened Saturday night, which I am somewhat oathbound from talking about, was a direct result of this dramatic tension. It may sound odd to some, but I saw real monsters that night – and I know, because I am one. (All children of Loki are, in one way or another.) I have never been so scared at Ramblewood before, and I’ve seen three tornado-level weather events, horsed Gods I’ve never met, and saw someone stop breathing before the ambulance was on the property (these events have happened over the course of all of my Ramblewood experiences, not at this particular event).

So when I watched the last person from that event leave on Sunday night, and myself, my slave, and my partner Winter settled into the manor house before the next event began, I felt no small amount of relief that it was over. Winter and I went so far as to cleanse the property energetically of the negative sludge that had built up (focusing on some of the areas where a lot of contention happened). We cleansed and warded our new sleeping quarters so we knew at least here we could relax.

Slowly but surely we watched (and helped) as the land was transformed for the second event in as many weeks. It changed from a family friendly Pagan spirituality event, to a sexuality/kink event with a deep spiritual focus (but not everyone who attends is necessarily Pagan or even spiritual). Part of what helped me shake off the dregs of the first event was this physical transformation. Even the names of the places changed: instead of “Cabin ABCD”, it was “Oink”; instead of “The Tin Can” it was “The Playspace”. I also took some private time to release whatever I needed to in order to fully engage in the second event. (It didn’t hurt that His Boy was coming and we were going to spend the week together.)

As the sacred kink/sex event got into full swing, I made a little facebook status update about how it felt so radically different than the Pagan event. This, understandably, ruffled a couple of feathers. So much so that the organizer of the Pagan event came to visit the second event and sought me out in some sort of defensive attempt. But I really meant it – it was as if the land itself was reacting differently to my footfalls. The air was easier to breathe (even though it was 20 degrees warmer!). The lights at night seemed brighter. I decided to take some time to try to figure out what it was that made the second event so much different than the first.

I had some great ideas, too. But then IPCookieMonster (I hang with people who use odd names) wrote a great fucking post (warning: link goes to adult themed website that requires membership signup to access) that lead me right to the answer. It became blatantly obvious why the two events felt so broken and the third felt so whole. Don’t get me wrong: the third event had its share of organizational and personal drama. There were times my job was just to witness and listen while staff members worked out their frustrations with how things were going. Also, the land suffered a terrible microshear (basically, a tornado-level weather event) that destroyed over 20 cars, many tents and other temporary structures, severely damaged a cabin, and forced us to go without power and flushing toilets/running water for over 24 hours. And yet, that was the good event.

Anyway, IPCookieMonster’s post brought it all into focus. Even in all the stress and infighting and what-have-you at the third event, you could feel the passion. People were upset because they cared. Everyone I met (staff and attendees) wanted to create the best event possible, and would go out of their way to do it. The event even supported attendee-driven programming, so if there was something you and your friends wanted to happen or include in said event, not only could you do it, but the event would advertise and give you a small budget to pull it off. Everywhere I went, I saw people providing service to community in some small way. Someone worked a longer taxi shift because they enjoyed meeting people. Someone stayed in HQ extra time so their cohort could go get a blowjob. An off-duty firefighter jumped in during the storm and even though he was on vacation, he made sure everyone was safe and anyone who needed medical attention got it in a timely fashion. Although one can never be sure, I felt like at this event if I approached someone for an interaction they weren’t interested in, their response would have been, “Wow, that sounds great, but not for me. How about I help you find someone who’s into that?”

The events I felt alienated at almost had the opposite effect. I felt like even if I were willing to make something manifest in order to allow myself and people like me to feel included, it was always an uphill battle. Interacting with the organizational structure felt like a chore rather than a joy. I had to carefully craft each word so as to not offend or activate some pre-existing drama and get sucked into that. I consider myself a pretty proactive person, and don’t normally shy away from speaking up and saying, “hey, if we moved that three feet to the left, six more people will have a great time.” But I just didn’t want to. I was afraid to. And even when I did, most of the time my suggestions were ignored and not implemented. It felt like no one cared that I felt left out, like that was a completely acceptable loss at an event level.

So, magical collusion. The idea that in order for magic to happen, two or more people have to agree with their souls that the intended effect is desired, wanted, necessary, and capable of happening. That they commit with everything they have to enacting that change. Magic doesn’t happen half-assedly. You have to dig deep in your soul and bring it all up into your heart or your head (or wherever the magic manifests in your body) and really feel it there. We have to accept each other as all being important to the process, even if outside of the Work I think you smell funny and you can’t stand my lefty politics. You have to invest in the idea of success, not that “maybe it’ll work”, but “this will work, and I will do whatever I can to make it work, both mundane and spiritual”. This was so palpable at the third event, working any sort of magic became that much easier. I was able to transform tears into joy, pain into pleasure, scary things in the night into places of refuge from the storm, because I could tap into that collusional stream of potentiality.

The secret to creating magic of any sort, including sacred space, is that magical collusion. I knew it was time to leave SMS when I was in a ritual with them and all I wanted to do was be somewhere else. I also knew that I was ready to join the Clan when I done some spiritual work with them and all I wanted to do was that, for as long as I could. And it’s so much easier to affect change when you’re not doing it alone; when you have all kinds of resources at your disposal, energetic and logistical.

How are you colluding with those in your life to create the most powerful, meaningful experiences you can handle? Are you desperately trying to walk a loner’s path, but finding that nothing is coming your way? Maybe it’s time to find out why that is. Reaching out to those who can connect with your intent and lend their energy, shoulder, ear, or time to helping it come to fruit is part of the process. Another part is being honest with those around you – if you aren’t feeling that connection, maybe it’s you who is making it fail. Endings are as blessed as beginnings.

About Del

A shaman who writes about spiritual things, but not in that namby-pamby "everything is light and fluffy" sort of way.

15 responses to “Magical Collusion

  1. Moira ⋅

    What you call “magical collusion” I think I would term “combined will”, but the effect is the same; people working together towards a common goal have a greater chance of success than just one person, and the power seems to multiply exponentially. It’s why mobs are so powerful, and why a huge choir singing tends to fill me with emotion far more than a single singer. With rare exceptions, I’m not sure a true “loner’s path”, as it were, is even possible in most circumstances. We do not live in a vacuum.
    Out of all the bajilliondy blogs on the web, several written by friends, yours are the only ones I continue to read all the way through (though I am becoming addicted to Wil Wheaton). I don’t follow anything even close to the paths that you do, however your writing is well thought out and your insights are generally dead-on IMO. Thanks for continuing to share, and making others (including me) think.

  2. Eric S ⋅

    Holmgang would have been acceptable at one point. My experience with another event was between the two in question but VERY similar to your last one. While I did manage good work at the last, it was all overshadowed.

    I now am looking for events and places with a different psychological/emotional energy to do Work. I think the events in question have reached the curmudgeon stage, sadly AND that I may have grown past them.

    We shall see. I agreed to wait until fall.

  3. Renee ⋅

    Thank you.

    Your paragraph about magical collusion is pretty close to what I was thinking when I wrote an LJ post on Monday of the Pagan event. I don’t know what past history of that event is, in terms of the day-to-day happenings. I don’t know what people used to do before it began. But I *do* know that, at other events I’ve been to, the organizers will gather together before the first attendees arrive to set their magical intention, to create the container in which the event will occur. During that time, as you said, personal disagreements are set aside — at least for the course of the event. Everyone sets their focus to creating a safe space in which the best event can happen for *all* attendees, not just some.

    Whether or not that used to happen, on that Monday I felt myself feeling strongly — from home, not from Ramblewood — that perhaps that’s something that needs to be done in future years. I can look at my own behavior as an organizer in past years and say, sadly but honestly, that there were times that I let my personal frustrations with individuals influence my behavior (not my judgment, but my interactions). I let it influence my mood, and my speech, and undoubtedly the energy of those interactions affected the energy of the event (even if only as a grain of sand each). But those individual grains of sand from everyone, all together … they form one heck of a sand dune. They can be a difficult hill to climb to get to the beauty of the ocean, and you’re right — organizers shouldn’t be contributing to those dunes; they should be bringing forth their best selves to help smooth them and ease access to that ocean. Perhaps that sort of energetic working is what Monday evening meeting used to be about.

    Since I mentioned being at home on that Monday night, I’m wanting to mention why I wasn’t at the event. Obviously I can’t speak for others, but I can say that I did *not* stay home because I wanted the event to lose money; I sincerely hoped that, despite the lower attendance, the event would at least break even. Rather, I stayed home because I knew that, because of who the coordinator was, it would be difficult (I’ll leave it at difficult) for me not to be feeling that sort of tension and dissension and frustration that contributes to a bad atmosphere overall. It would be difficult for me to not feed into it if brought into conversations by others. It would be difficult for me not to be frustrated by the fact that I was unable to do anything to make the event better for others, especially staff. I didn’t want to bring that to an event, much less to an event that I’ve loved and tried to help grow for years. That just felt wrong. (Granted, it also felt like an incredibly poor use of time and money. If I wanted to spend over 6 hours travel time, each way, plus over a thousand dollars for two of us to vacation at what I believed could well be a petty dictatorship … well, I’d have checked into travel deals to Venezuela.)

    I’m very grateful that you wrote this, and I recognize that you’ve had some not-optimal experiences at events that I’ve helped run — so I’m not reading this gleefully because of what went wrong for someone else. Rather, I’m recognizing my/my events’ own flaws, and am hoping to use these rather stark observations to make future events better, to the extent that I have any say in what goes on at them. I miss the feel of events that it sounds like your last event felt for you, I miss them more than I can accurately describe. I feel them like a missing part of my heart. I know that it’s not just a matter of certain people not being there any more — there’s a sense of love and community that’s gone missing. I’m very much hoping that, now that that’s been pointed out so clearly, directly and publicly, I can help work to fix it.

  4. Renee ⋅

    Sorry to be commenting again, but my sweetie said something to me that hit a very, very strong chord in me. Although he might not have said it this way, my immediate thought was this: to succeed, an event needs a Magician. It needs someONE to get people believing in it, to draw people together towards one goal. It needs that strong presence who is able to draw people together and keep them working together, despite disagreement and differences, towards the goal of creating a kick-ass event. Some people reading this will likely think back on the past several years and have the same connected thought that I had.

    Why one person? I guess it’s possible for a group to raise and direct that energy, but, well, it’s harder. Most magical circles have one person in charge of gathering and ultimately directing all raised energy, no matter how many are helping raise (and theoretically direct) it; it need not be the same person every time, but there is traditionally one person per circle. It’s a challenge for even one person to focus Will enough to direct that energy and manifest that result; it’s harder for multiple people to hold that joint focus without other mishegas coming into play.

    I’m remembering, now, when a very very dear friend and lover pretty much told me that this was my Job when I ran a Pagan event. He reminded me that my fellow coordinators could handle the day-to-day administration; I was in charge of helping people have a good time (including my staff). He wasn’t a coordinator and never had been; what he was, however, was a deep spiritual worker with Vision.

    I’m trying to remember whether I ever had that conversation with my successor; I’m almost positive I didn’t have it with coordinators further down the line. But despite that, for at least the next year or so there was another fellow involved in the organization who was used to high priesting and, well, feeding that process. He might not have been in charge, but he was there feeding that process, helping create that accord and that positive environment. He wasn’t essential to the process but … well, he played roles on many levels. So even if my successors didn’t know that being the High Priestess or the Magician was their Job, that fellow was there facilitating that process/energy anyway — so it sort-of happened, anyway. Now he’s not here and I’m not sure that recent coordinators have been told of that Job. I can certainly say that, 2 years ago, it didn’t feel like anyone was doing it.

    So yes, Intention. There needs to be Intent, fully directed and manifested Intent. So mote it be.

    (And, since I’m doing this musing on your blog, please feel free to tell me if you think I’m completely off base here. ‘Cause, if I am, the sooner I know that the better.)

    • Del

      I have to dance a thin line here in order to reply. I feel this is what I volunteered to do for the May event, and my offer was rejected. I hope this means they found someone more invested, more qualified, and less controversial than me to do the job, but I cannot say.

      In some ways, as the Fool of the first June event, I felt that a lot of my job was telling the Emperor when he had no clothes on, and to make sure that everyone knew that there was someone doing that Job. I openly questioned him a lot, but not in the way of trying to drag the process to a halt, but just so *someone* was asking important questions, was giving voice to the minority, was making sure that the I’s were crossed and the T’s dotted. I don’t feel I did a terribly good job of it, but I tried very hard. I also did a lot of monkey-grinder dancing when all else failed – tried to make people smile when they were frustrated and sad.

      Maybe the process is salvageable. I worry that things have devolved to such a level of contention, and that the current leadership is trying very hard to leave concrete footprints in his wake (basically appointing next year’s coordinator already) without taking the time to look at what was seriously, tangibly broken and seeking out folks who have the mojo to fix it.

  5. Raven ⋅

    Thank you for posting this, Del.
    The second event you mention just about broke my heart.. for a couple reasons. Much of it has to do with my philosophy, and why I staff the event in the first place… I love this event. It is a gatethering time, on sacred ground, for me and mine. It is an event where my extended families all come together to celebrate in various ways, the joys and trials and tribulations and triumphs of our fathpaths… together building one upswell of spiritual community and joy. To me, the purpose of the event is to Come Together… That is also why I staff the event.. so I can do may part to make a great event, a safe space, and a spiritual platform for the community to Come Together.
    What breaks my heart is the active works of sabotage I saw to prevent the great Come Together that we normally have. I saw former Staff actively posting with acid tongues in public forums about how they were waiting for the Monday after to hear all the “horror stories” (because they assumed they would get them), I had someone tell me to my face that she was waiting to be there for all the poor staff who would clearly need a drink after the week was over, and how she was ready to hear them vent to her about what a fail this festival was… and both of these events occured the very first day, before anyone could possibly have given the fest a chance. But these former staffers were not the only ones sabotaging things… as Del points out, there were participants and staff at the festival who were deliberately alienating presenters.. either by complaining about the events scheduled, even though those evets have been helpd every year in the same manner at the same time…. or by deliberately not working with the presenter to find alternatives, but talking over and around them, and in some cases telling them one thing while telling other staff something else… (I like to call that “lying”) There may have even been an attempt to put two presenter groups at odds with one another by implicating the complaints came from somewhere they did not.
    This kills me. Everyone who knows me KNOWS that the Head Coordinator and I have had our differences.. we had had knock-down drag out arguments over the years that I would not wish on anyone. I had several folks come to me to tell me in hushed voices about who the coordinator was going to be for fear I would be upset/angry/outraged… and you know what? I put all that aside. I decided I would make the best festival I had the abllity to do for our patrons. I would not spread poison and vitriol, but would do my best to enjoy and promote and make the best of things. I only wish this had been the attitude throughout.
    And I can only hope that when the Powers That Be get together, they take a hard look at how they can make things bettter, not just make things like they were.

    • Del

      Raven, you’ve touched upon a very salient point (IMO) that I pray gets shouted from the rooftops and really gets the consideration it deserves.

      “I can only hope that when the Powers That Be get together, they take a hard look at how they can make things better, not just make things like they were.”

      There is a strong lineage to this event, and it seems like a metric fuckton of energy has been burned in the last few years to “keep it the same”. Any sort of change is met with skepticism and derision. Hell, when I tried to get the Bus integrated into the festival, I had a wacky uphill battle; now, people can’t imagine the event without it.

      One of the major issues that I beileve directly led into the hinted-at Saturday unpleasantness is this stalwart commitment to stasis. That people are trying to capture and recreate a moment in time over and over again, rather than allow things to grow and mature and change and be burned down and rise up again and all the other blessed cycles we celebrate. I told someone that if I were to get involved, I’d have to burn it all down. I serve Gods of productive destruction, and boy did that become evoked in me. I can see it everywhere, this desperate attempt to keep things the same, rather than take a chance on a little something different.

      This event is going to die hard if it doesn’t find young blood. But there’s absolutely nothing happening to attract and entrance people of that age group to come and explore. And when they do come, they are openly ridiculed for being different, because their spirituality is different, because what they want from the festival is different, and yet they’re expected to pay the same price as everyone else. We have to take a serious look at what 19-25 year olds want out of a Pagan festival and do our damndest to give it to them, or we might as well just set up a retirement home week at Ramblewood instead.

  6. Viviane

    I haven’t been to camp in a few years…but really appreciated your post, since I haven’t given much thought to how much intention on the part of attendees can help create the event. Thank you for sharing this.

  7. Reblogged this on BarkingShaman.com and commented:
    Del has written a beautiful, insightful, and at times heart-rending essay about what happens when people do and don’t energetically and spiritually invest in the success of their events.

    I’d also like to note that while he wrote this post from only his perspective, the whole of Tashrisketlin supports and agrees with the stated experiences and positions in it.

  8. rubicat

    This resonates with me quite strongly, for I try to reach out and belong in some way, but I haven’t quite been able to break through. I felt such a wonderful energy at Ramblewood for the June 20-25 event, and I now find myself lonely.

    I have felt alone in a group, and I have felt negativity at many events due to silliness. I chalk it up to groupthink, and the need for us to find our own small communities within the whole. I never quite understand the need for exclusivity, though. It’s all just a big, beautiful space to play in, and there’s room for everyone.

    I hope the events continue, and balance out again.

  9. Eric S ⋅

    There are non mystical ways to explain this as well. An event needs a certain kind of leadership and emotional energy to function. A sort of vision/mission statement/commander’s intent that gives license/agency to those running the event to make it happen. This can come from a single leader, a small group or a concept everyone shares.

    The details and grunt work are necessary BUT, without that sense of mission, they are drudgery and bureaucracy. Sometimes, you need to find a new purpose to move forward.

    • Renee ⋅

      Well, in theory, at the early June event that vision/mission statement is supposed to be the year’s theme (well, that and wanting to create a sacred, safe, fun atmosphere in general). That should, in theory, make the mission/purpose something a little different from the year before (and the year before that…) and give it a new/bright energetic spin. I do say “in theory.”

  10. zammis

    This helped me process what felt “wrong” about this year, and what I may need to commit to to make it better, personally and professionally. Karl and I both have discussed this and have made no decisions yet, but when Map Boy decides to take action, you can bet something will happen.

  11. EVCelt

    Very well written and thought-provoking. I can’t speak to a lot of the energetic side of things (I just don’t sense things that way), but I did find myself frustrated with the way some folks there (staff and attendees) seemed to arrive with a chip on their shoulder. I’m not minimizing the very real problems that some had with the leadership, either. But I have to wonder how much of this was front-loaded, how many people arrived with the attitude that it was going to suck, that it was going to be the last event of that name ever.
    Please let me say once again that I’m not dismissing anything that happened to anyone, especially not to the couple of things that happened to close friends.
    I’m in a difficult position here- a lot of people end up talking to me (unsurprisingly, given my staff role), and I see a lot of sides of things. As a minister, sometimes what I have to do is listen, let people vent, and ask suggestive questions.
    In as much as I *do* feel things, I think the magic is still there and things are still reparable. I feel that preserving the original intent of the festival and ringing the changes on it would be a fine outcome. But I don’t know how to achieve it, and my talents don’t lie in that direction.
    Even though the original logo (with its implications of cyclic destructive change) was changed, I don’t recall any magical work ever being done to effect that change. Something to think about.

  12. I can’t speak about the actual event because I have never gone to one, nor am I even close to the area. However I can attest to the style of negativity that you have outlined…I agree whole heartedly that if folks bring the energy that “this WILL fail” then it most certainly will.

    Energetically speaking, the mention of the storm actually had me laughing. Over the last couple of years the storms in my area have becoming more and more wicked. Let me explain…

    As an example, my mate and I were nearly killed in (June?) by a giant tree that was normally outside of our bedroom window. The wind was so brutal that she was uprooted completely and fell in the opposite direction. We both had done a fair amount of energy work with and around her and sacred space was open…honestly looking at her root system I can’t help but believe she on purposely fell the other way.

    Looking at her roots she should have come down in the opposite direction – cutting our trailer in half. With me in it and ALL of our pets. There are 60 trailer courts in our trailer park. Every second one had one or 3 trees parked in or through it. (Just painting a picture here.) It’s even more harsh because generally speaking BC used to never have wind issues.

    Since then I have have been having wicked natural disaster dreams. Yes, a large part of them has been due to trauma and a great deal of stress. But in one particular dream Loki appeared and he was ‘wind cutting’ trees down right, left and center and nothing I did or said energetically was interrupting him. He was in that state of mind of “THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN.”

    In a lot of the dreams the storms have been very violent but at the same time they have always ‘cleared’ some sort of negativity or block. There is a certain ‘high’ or euphoria that comes with these storms. Weather they are in dream time or not.

    One of the art events that took place this summer had a lesser wind storm hit and I know what you mean about suddenly forcing people to come to gather and help each other.

    So why I found the storm comment funny is because it truly sounded like the negativity and build up from the previous events needed to be violently cleared.

    Hopefully nothing I have said has been too convoluted.

    ~ Gypsei Shammon

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