This post is part of the Strategic Sorcery Blog Hop. We're all writing about the magic of place.
We've had no trouble finding tons of resources on Muslim and Jewish magics from the period and the earlier Roman magics, but the native Iberian magic has been hard to find a lot of sources on. And so, I've been doing a lot of magical and journeying and channelling, looking for the spirits that arise from a land I've never set foot in, trying to feel the bones of the hills of the Iberian peninsula. What I'm bringing back is, unquestionably, completely personal gnosis, and gnosis I'm fictionalizing at that.
And yet, as I continue to research, I keep finding that gnosis being verified, settling into the shape of the land and the history of her people, more and more. So, instead of talking about the things I'm discovering (you'll have to wait for the book to come out!), I'm going to walk you through a guided meditation, which you can use to commune with the spirits I'm working with, even when you are not there. The first few times you do this, it might be easiest while laying on the ground, or with your back against a tree, but if you have any experience in trance work, it will feel very familiar, and you'll be able to do it anywhere and anywhen. If you're not familiar with trance work, you'll want to be sure you do this somewhere you'd feel comfortable falling asleep; it can be hard for beginners to maintain their sense of the "real" world while deep in trance. You might also want a sweater or a blanket; I often find myself cold and stiff when I "come up" from being entranced for a long time.
|Avalon, by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law|
I have a print of this in my bedroom,
which I often stare at as I enter into trance or sleep.
Take a look at her other work while you're there,
and buy a print or two. Support artists!
Begin by focusing on your breathing. Breathe in, and life-giving air, the breath of the Mother of All, enters into your lungs. Breathe out, knowing that the air you exhale gives life to the plants. Breathe in, and know that the air you are breathing encircles the globe, a blanket of warmth and love and life. Breathe out, a continuous cycle of respiration uniting every living thing on Earth. Continue to breathe, slowly and deeply, deeply and slowly, feeling the whole world breathing with you.
Feel the weight of your body, the pull of the Mother on your flesh. Allow your body to settle and relax, your spine straight, your shoulders open and relaxed, every muscle relaxing, unclenching, opening. The substance of your body has lived many times before and will live many times again. The fruits of the earth feed and sustain us, and in time to come, your body will decay back into the earth, there to feed and sustain new life. The substance of your body came from the earth, is part of the earth, and to earth it will always return, a never ending cycle of life and death, growth and decay, a never ending circle of being. Continue to relax, feeling your body melt into the whole, feeling yourself as one part of the earth.
Feel the pulse of your blood. The salinity of blood is identical to that of the sea; the waters of life are one. With every beat of your heart, feel the waves crash, feel the tides of life ebb and flow, the rhythmic slish-slosh of the rivers out of Eden, the splash of the fountain of life. Rain falls to earth, and makes its way to the river and thence to the sea. The sea evaporates to the cloud, who gives of herself as rain. An eternal cycle of Being, an unbroken circle, the waters of life unite everything that is. Feel yourself afloat on the Sea of Life, your heartbeat the lapping of the waves.
Feel the warmth at the core of your Self, the fire of love in your heart. Feel the energy that enlivens and enlightens you, the metabolic heat that lets you know you are alive. Allow the heat to sink and coalesce at the core of your being, in the Dan Tien, the Womb of Being, the Cauldron of Life. Feel the energy circle and grow there. Abide in that warmth, recalling the warmth and safety of your own mother's womb. Feel your Self wholly ensconced in this warmth, floating in the Sea of Life.
|The cave of St Michael, on Gibraltar|