August 29, 2022

 Time doesn’t apply to these experiences. Sometimes, the guides or shamans I encounter are in the present, sometimes in the future and sometimes in the past…even the very distant past. This morning, I had an encounter with an early human, probably not homo sapiens nor even Neanderthal. They appeared even earlier, although apparently their ‘primitive’ development didn’t have any impact on their ability to access the Imaginal. If true, the implications are very interesting.

It took me a while to figure out what was going on and I still don’t understand completely. In the end, I decided that I was being used as an intermediary, a messenger of sorts. The shaman of this early humanoid race was male and not very old but he was obviously not new at this. At first, I found myself staring into his face, more apelike than human but possessing intelligence and awareness and sensitivity. It was eerie and forced me to revise my understanding of what it means to be human. Clearly, humanity encompasses more than just modern humans.

There were others present of both genders and different ages. They seemed to possess language, although language isn’t necessary in the Imaginal. They were in a dry cave; it was cozy and dark. There was a guttering flame in a crude stone bowl filled with fat or oil of some sort. There was even a rudimentary wick in the tallow or whatever it was.

On the floor in front of me lay a woman of the same species. The candle was near her head and there was a circle drawn in chalk around her body. She was naked, as was everyone else. The shaman was on the other side of the circle; the woman was between him and me.

I’m still not sure if she was dead or not. At first, I thought she was. Then I thought she wasn’t. And now I’m back to thinking she was probably dead. In any case, her body was intact and there wasn’t any obvious sign of how she had died. The fact that she didn’t move and I had no contact with her leads me to think she was dead.

I still don’t know how to interpret what happened. At first, I was with her body and the shaman. Then I was with the old god–the god of life and death–who claimed Lucas in my previous life. I’ve often thought that my connection with this god goes back further than Lucas because I have memories of being something other than human. I remember being a member of a band of what sure seemed like forest elves. They never existed on earth and their world is outside of time. In other words, it’s a different realm that only has a tangential connection to this one. This band serves the god. Why I chose (if it was a choice) to become mortal and live life (lives?) as a human, I don’t know. Of course, this could just be a delusion and I’m making it all up. I realize how crazy it sounds.

In any case, I found myself with my brothers and sisters, the forest elves, in a circle around the old god. I bowed to the god (I still don’t know how to describe him - he sort of defies words) and received what looked like a cloak (or maybe a shroud?) of blue-green cloth. The cloth was special, alive in a way. In some ways, it appeared like simple cloth and, in others, it appeared to be something else entirely. I have no idea what it was supposed to be, though.

After receiving the gift of the cloth, I bowed again to the god and then found myself back in the cave with the shaman and the (dead?) woman. I laid the cloth on her body and bowed to them. And then I left.

What did it mean? I have no idea. Like I said, I could just confabulating the whole thing. If the god is a god of life and death, then the cloth had some meaning related to life and death. If the woman was dead, perhaps the cloth was a blessing for her, something to aid her in her journey through the afterlife. I’m clueless.


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