Usually, my dreams are unremarkable. Sometimes they are memorable in their strangeness or recurring themes.
Last night was different. It was a very clear message, with Hekate (the Goddess that I work with) showing me exactly where She wants my shrine to her to be. This is remarkable because I need to have it set up before tomorrow night in order for me to perform the Rite of the Devotee for membership in the Covenant of Hekate on the next Full Moon.
In the dream, I was clearing off a shelf next to my desk, where I currently have a Buddha tea-light holder and some educational materials.I had removed everything from the shelf and was wiping the accumulated dust (we life in an old, wood-floor house with no filter in the furnace) and assembling various altar decorations. When I got out of bed and went to my desk downstairs, I was confused to see that the location had not been cleared. My wife said that it was “obviously a hint” to which I replied, “No kidding! At least I know which one She wants!”
So, before I leave for work today, I’m cleaning off the space. And I discovered that She doesn’t want me wearing one of my pieces of everyday jewelry while I’m at the altar/shrine. Ans she wants me to move my Tibetan Buddhist prayer flags, too.
We will see if She continues or increases the direct communication. I would not object to it, I think, as long as it’s not all day, every day.
A few years ago, I somehow stumbled across the Covenant of Hekate and devoured their public website. I joined their public Facebook group, too, in an effort to learn more about how they viewed things.
What I learned about them was that, as opposed to my usual inclination, I wanted to take an active part and become a full fledged member. This makes a total of 2 Pagan organizations that I have wanted to join. More after the jump
Continue reading “Joining the Covenant of Hekate”
Background: I have severe sleep apnea. Before I was diagnosed, I had gone some 20-30 years without dreaming. After getting a CPAP, I sleep fantastically and often dream. Sometimes I even remember them. Last night was one such night, but it made no logical sense. Kristen and Erik say it was “God shenanigans,” but I don’t necessarily agree.
Additional pertinent background: I graduated with a BA last year, after several failed and aborted attempts at higher education. It took me 20+ years.
This is what the dream was, at least as much of it as I can remember, 12-14 hours later. Continue reading “To dream an impossible dream…”
I’ve currently unemployed, our bills are piling up, and I’m a grad student working on a dual Master’s in Homeland Security and Emergency Management, with about two and a half years to go. Kristen metaphorically smacked me upside the head and told me to worry about it after we get ourselves on an even keel.
But I still want it. Much more substantial than the ULC Seminary work that I had been playing at, with the added bonus of reputable credentials.
… can turn into a dream forgotten. Years ago, I set aside a dream that I had. Last night, I came across Cherry Hill Seminary after many years and remembered that dream.
Now to convince both Kristen and myself that earning a MDiv in either chaplaincy or pastoral counseling wouldn’t be a foolish waste…
If I am smart and careful, I could fund it by way of my student aid returns.