Adventures with Poseidon

Creating connections with energies of the world I feel will be an ongoing theme in the creation of wands in general and specifically “the wand”.

At the moment I am not versed enough as to how, what, where and when of such matters as it seems that the method will be in the form of doing something and later on finding out why it was done.

Should you take some time to peruse Hedge Druid site you will see that this is often the case. The why comes after the what. Thus my friend Gwas and I will go on a expedition or similar and then afterwards learn of all the connections that existed.

Here is some instruction that I received from a water spirit this fine Saturday morning. See this post on Hedge Druid as to how I obtained this knowledge.

1. Take water from the center of the Pacific Ocean, in particular from the beach of Easter Island
2. Also take sand from the same beach
3. Boil the water in a testube (or container) so that only salt remains
4. Create a little ampule from glass that has had the above sand mixed into it
5. Put salt in ampule
6. This ampule will form part of the core of “the wand”

After some reflection and dowsing, the why of this came to me…

Posiedon (or if you will, the ocean) is like life. It is ever changing and yet always the same. To create a reflection of this in the wand is to imbue it with the paradox of change and constant.

Questions remain…

• Why the center of the Pacific?
• Why Salt from the water?
• Why glass from the sand?
• O and How am I supposed to get to Easter Island?

Addendum!

I was mentioning this finding to my dear friend Gwas a few days after it occured and he instantly said that he would pay for my trip to Easter Island – shock and surprise. I am truly honoured to have such a friend. And wow – how strange the world works.

Wand making lore

Like the Acorn still hanging from her mothers branch. Through its parentage it has “knowledge of all that was” laid out before it, and inside itself it has “knowledge of all that will be”, resting patiently until its time comes.

Acorn

Do I not sound like a master who knows his art? How can it be that such knowledge germenates without seeds and the source shrouded in mist? Perhaps it is time to pay respects to ancient ones that proclaimed “we all are remembering, nothing is learnd. All is returned to us from our own hall.”

The lore that I will speak of here is my lore, it has no following, no history, no precident and indeed, at this time, it has no practitioners.

Like a lovers scent that is followed through a maze of greenwood on a fresh spring afternoon. My teacher tantalises me with a glimps here, a hint there and rarely, the slightest taste of an outline. Leaving me for days, to fill in the details.

Imagination and creation entwined

Close your eyes as you take hold of the wand, feel the grooves and curviture of the Stem, for you are holding the first part of the two trinities. As your hand moves along the soft surface can you smell the scent that goes with it?

Slide your hand further along its length and if your senses are acute enough you will feel a slight change in…is it the wood or the finish? Maybe it is the energy? For now your hand is upon the Tip, which forms the second part of the first trinity.

Hold the wand close to you…closer still and you will feel (sense) something inside of it. You have to close your thoughts before your senses will be silenced enough to feel it – There! There you have it, that is the Core you are feeling, more properly called Genius Virga ~ Spirit of the Wand. The Core completes the first trinity.

You have explored the tip of the wand, now slide your hand towards the other end of it and you will feel a kind of soft cloth or braded rope attached to the butt of the wand. This is called the Sash and forms the first part of the second trinity.

Before you is a some type of cloth or covering, this cloth is balanced and attuned to the wand. Placing the wand upon it and folding the length over will provide it a good home. This is the Wrap and forms the second part of the second trinity.

Finally, the wrapped wand is placed in a Case that is energetically neutral and ensures the wand is not affected by externals. This Case completes the second trinity.

Before you close the case you see a rolled scroll lying besides the box, take it up and unravel it. The scroll contains a written history of the journey to create the wand and all that has happened. It is a biography of the wand and is called the Providence. Place it in the case with the wrapped wand.

So it is that the story of seven is complete and the vision delivered.

Wood carving knife predicament

Since the introduction of wand making into my life as a subject to follow I have occasionally persued looking into getting a (or set of) carving tools so as to begin my learning of the art of carving.

Since the pervasive information gathering tool of the day is this marvelous tool called the Internet I have perused its pages in search of knowledge and guidance. On many a page I have found suitable implements to begin my story into carving however each time I came to click the buy button something held me back.

Carving knives

Of course it wasn’t the cost, a single knife or even a set of knives is quite comfortably in my price range. It wasn’t the notion of getting the “wrong” type of tool either. Again, at such low costs, I didn’t mind if I purchased a useless implement – how else is one to gain wisdom and experience if not to try? No, something else was holding me back.

A couple of days ago I realised what it was, “meaning”.

In my “mini” quest for a carving tool I was forgetting a very important part of this quest and that was “meaning”. If I just bought the tool myself where would “it” get its meaning? Perhaps some synchronistic event would “lead” me to it. Perhaps…

Mistress Synchronicity is a lady of her own pleasure and often she courts me and propbably just as often I court her. Awaiting her pleasure in this instance I wasn’t prepared to do so I decided to take actions of my own.

With such good friends that surround me a mere mention of wanting someone to gift me a wood carving knife would have brought several to my door. I daren’t mention it to my friend Gwas who would have an order at my door faster than one could throw it. I thank the thoughts before they are made. No, this would need to bare more musing…

Garden

I searched my garden (of friends) for someone that would fit the bill, and a thought occured to me, “who would I feel most uncomfortable asking?” An interesting idea. I looked through my phone diary and dismissed person after person. I am quite a cheeky person and it wouldn’t take much more than the idea of it for me to text the entire directory.

Then someone occured to me, A friend that had – shall we say – set aside our friendship. At one time we were close, then as these things happen we drifted into uncomfortable silence from which only the odd festival greeting emerged. As I imagined writing her this – quite interesting – request, I checked my own feelings in the process. Yes, there was plenty of agitation and a sense of discomfort there. Perfect! What a stroke of luck to find a meaningful way in which to ask for this “meaningful” gift.

I will be honest and say that it was with quite a degree of trepidation that I wrote that text and it was left in draft mode for a full four hours before I had gathered the courage to send it.

Fear

Fear is a strange beast at times, people often talk of slaying it but I have learnd that you don’t slay it, you go on in the face of it – the definition of courage. And one day you walk the same path and realise after your passage that fear wasn’t in attendance.

Well, I will pause here because this post so far is awaiting a response from another party. Let us see what we shall see…