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Published: April 3rd 2019
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Only last week, in the days between the revelation of this journey and coming here, I went to a workshop called (translated to English): 'Shit, I'm awake. Now what?!'
It was about the awareness of the journey you make, the Hero's Journey. The concept is by Joseph Campbell, but I can not go into detail about it here, because An, who did the workshop, put a lot of effort in it and it would be unrespectfull to give it away here.
Anyway, last night at diner, I had an inspiring conversation with Bruce and Draeyke. It was about how I am learning to talk with the Universe and have courage, talk out loud, what I dream about, what I want to do. I talked about travelling with my stories (as I am a Temple Priest of Inanna, I want to do healing soul work with her stories).
Tomorrow, I go hiking around Dartmoor with the guys, and in the evening I will introduce them to the magical realms of Inanna.
Draeyke asked me if I ever heard of 'The Hero's Journey' by Joseph Campbell. I laughed, the echo of An's voice in the workshop still in my ears. We talked about
the concept and the consciouss intertwining of it into our lifes on different levels, and how I am, being the adventurous warrior, passing the treshold to another world, leaving home (or as I call it, my safe port).
So I'm at the beginning of this adventure.
I have been going on with my intentions. I have been magically connected with a guiding spirit in the form of an ancient, Celtic Priestess to do a healing ritual at Scorhill Stone Circle.
I have been doing a prayer ritual about love, sexuality and friendship.
I have learned some vegan recipees, and talked with an open heart about adventures , what thrives us, the Magical Path.
I have been consensual hugging people and sheep, and saw wild horses up on the moors.
In the first part of the Hero's Journey, you learn from the mentors, to prepare for the Journey, before crossing the treshold (just als you learn from guidances, helpers and mentors áfter the crossing).
I had a bíg challenge already on this journey, practically forcing me to go back to my port, Ghent, again before sailing away (again). I was going to travel with an open spirit, not knowing
where I would go.
I will need to pass Ghent again, on this journey. It has a good reason. I'm throwing my anchor down, before continuing the Journey.
Instead of panicking and ranting like a child, being impulsive, I looked at the situation from a distance, as if it is a mathematical problem to solve.
I put the right pieces into place.
What I learned from my ex, G., is to handle such a situation. I saw the problem and ticked boxes, the boxes being the possible solutions. I was left with 1 solution, returning to Port. This is a stop-over on the journey.
Tonight I talked with Draeyke about being an authentic self, connecting with people, play in the playground and make different homes, ports, around the world that each feel like home through different memories and people. That's what I long for.
Ghent is now my main Port. And the world, the Queer world, is calling out to me. With my Godess, Inanna, by my side.
I am looking where I can go from here, because before going to Ghent, I hoped to go to Glastonbury again, meet my dear friend Lou there, and visit
Tallulah and Salma who live near Avesbury.
This few days have already given me treasures to keep, and look back on. Especially the conversations with Draeyke, which I wrote more detailed about in my journal. Also the handling of the practical, inevitable situation of needing to return for a short period of time, is a treasure I gave myself, for the 'Awakened' way I can look at it.
And the beautiful views on the moors, the company of Draeyke and Bruce, the cuddling with sheep,... Unbelievable.
I also have confirmed my Queer Faerie name today, as I was hiking from Chagford to Trowleigh. Everything fell together, the moment and the situation, the Divine, called for it. The Celtic Priestess I was with the day before confirmed it, she told my spirit it was it (this sounds confusing).
Since I heard about the Radical Faeries, and being called and attracted to them (and Queer Paganisme), I longed for a Faerie name. But it was very black & white: I had just left psychiatry after 8 months, and there I learned to love myself, thus also my very Christianic name, Hans, which I had loathed for years. It felt not good to throw that away again to take on another name.
Everything happens on the right time.
In the Summer of 2018, a week before I went to Queer Pagan Camp, I got called by the Universe to a certain place / situation. At that place, I had a vision of 5 adventures with very specific names. One of them was called Kalanchoë. During the last months, I wrote about the adventurers and Kalanchoë.
And during my hike today, while I had had 2 intens magic rituals and insights that gave me the oppurtinity to grow and develop myself, I felt the spirit again of the Celtic Priestess (just when I passed the Neoliticum Gravestone where she came to me) who confirmed to me that I ám Kalanchoë.
So I take it.
Call me Kalanchoë.
So that's that! I have crossed the treshold, faced a dragon, seeking 'how do I do this?' without losing my intentions about the journey.
Tomorrow Draeyke will show me around interesting places on Dartmoor, and in the evening I will give the first story of Inanna to him and Bruce.
Friday I will probably leave, but I still have to figure out in what direction.
Namasté.
Kalanchoë (or Hans, which ever you choose).
???❤️
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