It was a crisp Autumn day, about three years ago. I had already grown an interest in the Goddess of Herbalism and the Craft, as I had been studying the usage of Herbs medicinally and spiritually for quite some time. But I was hesitant. The Great Goddess was not known to be the One for the faint hearted…and I consider myself very faint hearted. Or at least I did at the time. But that’s another story.
I live down the road from a huge, old Civil War cemetery. From time to time, I find myself walking amongst the graves and reflecting on my life. I don’t know why I do this, but something about the stillness soothes my frazzled nerves. My family and I used to go walking through the local cemeteries as a hobby. It never seemed weird to me. And I suppose I never kicked the habit.
Anyway, I had gone to the cemetery that afternoon before sun down for a bit of meditation on the subject and I had read such places were sacred to the Goddess.
It was chilly, but I made myself head out with a coat and gloves. Up the hill and through the rows of ancient, crumbling graves I found the perfect spot for meditation right beneath an oak tree, next to the smallest mausoleum.
If I’m being entirely honest with you all, and myself, I don’t really recall what happened next. It wasn’t something theatrical, not something that you’d see in a movie where lightening drops from the sky at my feet and booming voice follows.
It was more like…a change in energy. The way the wind brushed against my cheeks felt different, more alive. The smell of someone burning leaves off in the distance was so vivid, so real. And somehow I knew and felt for that moment I was exactly where I needed to be.
Hecate’s energy was there in her sacred grounds. She was everywhere in the dying leaves, the biting wind, the gray clouds that filled the sky. I could see her clearly in my meditation; an older woman with hair as black as coal and violet eyes.
And then I knew.
My Goddess had found me. Or, maybe I should say, I found Her. There’s no doubt that she had been there for quite sometime, waiting in the shadows for me to figure it out.
What was it like when your Goddess chose you? I know they say you just know when it happens and that was certainly the case for me.
Has anyone else had a similar experience?