Now, based on visual cues such as the style of her clothing, I vaguely wondered aloud whether she might be Vedic - a pantheon I knew only peripherally from having studied Ch'an Buddhism for a number of years. In my long search for this mysterious Patron, I had earlier discounted the Norse and Celtic pantheons. I was instantly back in the middle of a forested glade surrounded by the other workshop participants, waiting for the trance meditation to come to a close.ĭescribing my experience, I spoke afterward with Paul Maurice, then Senior Druid of World Tree Grove and the guide for this particular pathworking. The corners of her mouth turned up teasingly into that familiar Mona Lisa smile. She looked at me with eyes that were an endless blue - cold and deep familiar, yet distant as infinity. It was not as if her features were obscured, so much as if they were actually part of the darkness itself. As she turned, I could almost make out her face from the shadows. Here and there, the threads of her garment sparkled transparently, like lights in the far distance. There in the shadows she stood, draped in layers of deepest maroon so dark it almost vanished before my eyes. I pulled back the veil, and stepped unexpectedly from an subterranean cave into a room filled with stars. Beyond it lay the chamber of the Deity who had led me here. We passed streams and wells, and after many caverns I stood alone before the final curtain. My feet tapped against the wet stone steps, which spiraled deep down within the Earth. Fleetingly, an old quote passed through my mind, "You are in a twisty maze of passageways, all alike" and somewhere in my subconscious, a small chuckle arose. Sunlight faded behind me as I walked further away from the entrance above.
A Day In The Life Of An Indo-European Deity Here comes the Night with her twinkling eyes the Goddess has lit many places, adorned once again with all her beauty.