The other day as I made my way through the woods I noticed a large old tree. There was an opening in the front that looked like a doorway. It looked as if it could possibly lead to another realm. It was a reminder of times past.
Mystery and Magic:
It was tall and majestic. Its true beauty was the essence of magic. Large roots stretched across the ground. Its branches pushed fearlessly into the sky.
I walked over and placed my hands on it. “You have my attention old one,” I said. In my heart I knew it wanted to tell me something.
As I stood in its presence a squirrel made it’s way to a nearby branch. It paused to look at me before vanishing from sight, after a few moments I got this message:
I am an ancient one, a healer of the past, I shared wisdom with those willing to hear and gave medicine to those in need.
My body is long gone, but my spirit lives on, stories of me are known through-out the land. You feel my breath on your face, I whisper in your ears.
My power is great and magic real. My spirit lives on. I am in the trees and in the wind. Look close and see I am part of you. Brothers and sisters will you continue the work I began?
Healers of the Past:
The healers of the past were the cornerstones of their community. They were trusted by all for their wisdom in the areas of healing, spiritualism, and counsel.
Healers touched many lives because magic was available and trusted. The old gods invite us to do the same, to call upon their names. In this way their spirits live on in us and the healing continues.