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CloudCatcher 2017 – Elements of Magic day 4 – Water

Where I live on the Gold Coast water has such a special, almost spiritual significance. I know it sounds funny to say, but a lot of Gold Coaster’s lives revolve around the ocean. Summer days with family and friends playing in the ocean, meditative walks along the shoreline, and the surfers who are out there every morning riding the waves. Water is the element of emotion, change and psychic power.

On the last day of CloudCatcher emotions were running high, I had just been through some of the most transformational experiences of my life, and I didn’t want it to end. After so much intense group work I had found that everyone in the Elements of Magic path had all begun to connect on such a beautiful level. There had to be some empathic connection between us because everyone seemed to be emotional that day. My upbringing was in the cliché macho world so flowing with emotion is something of a struggle for me. I’ve never been the type to express myself, especially when it comes to emotions – but CloudCatcher had changed all that. After our ritual a few nights ago in which we made contact with our ancestors and used the powers of fire and water to reshape ourselves, I don’t think I have ever cried so hard. I don’t know why I cried, I don’t know what triggered me but after that experience, I just had to let it out, and that was ok. CloudCatcher was the kind of place where I could let my emotions go and feel safe and supported. I tapped into something that night, a repressed emotion I had never dealt with and had to be let go. It was refreshing, to say the least.

I felt so empowered to own my emotions and let them guide me. In the past, I’ve read research on similar topics, but Jack explained how water is programmable with intentions. It carries energy and so can be a powerful conduit in magic. Our bodies are more than 75% water, so I’ve begun to understand how our emotional state affects our physical state.

In my last blog, I mentioned the chalices we had been crafting. Well, day 4 was the day they were completed, and we the beautiful burned looking cups were now ready for magic. We went off on a small hike up the mountain to fill our chalices with rainwater, walking single file through the forest I let my consciousness sink to the right frame of the work we were about to do. We filled our chalices and walked back down the mountain to a clearing to perform our blessing. Our blessing was our own – I blessed my water to hold the power of flow within me, I wanted to keep this newfound empowerment long after CloudCatcher finished – my emotions are holy and should be treated as such.

I will never forget my time at CloudCatcher, and I imagine this won’t be my last. I learned about parts of myself I never knew were there and learned new skills I couldn’t wait to take into the world with me. At CloudCatcher I reconnected with the earth, learned the power of my creative mind, was inspired and empowered and I felt more in flow with my emotions than ever.

CloudCatcher 2016 Day 4 – Labyrinth Path

Today was bitter-sweet as it was the last session of the Labyrinth Path- WitchCamp is drawing to a close. At the second night ritual we had drunk a sweet potion, filled with beautiful herbs, which had not been finished. We each took a small amount of it this morning, and poured it out onto the land as an offering of gratitude to the Fae and all spirits of place, before dismantling and closing the Faery Gate.

We removed the threshold first, with love and care, before slowly unravelling the adornments, and dismantling the structural pieces. Many of us kept the pieces of ribbon and twine that had been used for the gate for our ongoing work with our allies. We then changed the path of the labyrinth back to its’ original form- the 7 Path, Minoan Labyrinth.

 “We journey the labyrinth in meditative silence. In this silence we listen to the voice of our soul, the voice of the land.” (Path Intent)

We had the opportunity to walk through the labyrinth individually a last time; I felt slightly melancholy, not wanting to give up this beautiful creation that offered so much, but encouraged by these feelings to work with the power of Labyrinths more often in my practice.  I stopped in the centre of the labyrinth and had a moment with the altar, reflecting on the past for days, and feeling thankful. As I walked the path back out again, I looked to the future- bubbling with excitement for the creation of the next labyrinth, whenever that may be, and for my ongoing relationship with the Fae.

 “We journey the labyrinth in community. Together we forge the path of conscious truth. Together we weave our magic.” (Day 4 Intent)

We then held hands and walked the labyrinth as a whole group, eyes open- seeing each other, in meditative silence; Listening to the voices of our souls and the soul of the land.

 

Cloud Catcher 2016 Day 4 – The Power of Song

Yesterday, I decided to make our allies a camp fire. As I walked past the art and craft tent, my materials presented themselves: a ball of variegated red and black yarn, cardboard and scissors. Magically, a pom pom of flame appeared. I now tossed it into the centre of our circle of allies. Relief, turtle soup was off the menu! The two turtles sighed. The words: ‘You go first,’ and ‘no, please, after you,’ were no longer heard.

I am feeling physically tired, mentally very wary and slightly jaded. Between Days 2 and 3 I usually have some kind of personal crisis: triggered by path or myth, I melt down. Outwardly swimming smoothly, my legs are generally paddling fast so as not to sink. Culturally, I do not cry. It is just not an option: I’m still working to change this. ‘Am I there yet?’ ‘No, but I’m closer.’ So, when supporters start asking: ‘How are you?’ I appreciate their kindness and care. In many ways they read me better externally than I read myself internally. They are a breath of fresh air in the human race.

This is my ninth Australian Reclaiming Witch Camp. I have only attended Australian Witch camps. In 2012, a chance encounter with a flyer in the small country town of Bellingen, NSW led me up the mountain to my first. It was the first Cloud Catcher. A seeker, I looked for a regular retreat and found Witch Camp.

Witch Camps give me personal growth and a time for self-reflection. Five years ago I had no idea of the treasure I would find at the mountain top. Arriving alone at dusk, I found a community of witches. The camp was on a site called Koonjewarre. It is bizarrely situated opposite a bed & breakfast called the Mouse’s House. I opened the door to the Orientation Meeting to find friends, support and a spirituality close to my own.

When the teacher says: ‘We are going into a deep trance today, and here are some portals for you to write from.’ I think: ‘What the … (insert expletive here)?’ I’m tired. She says ‘Trust the process.’ I think: ‘What harm can it do?’

She says: ‘Here are the portals: through the fiery dance; step into the mystery; love is our magic; I witness, I listen; love will hold us.’ Before I know it, she starts drumming. She’s saying choose one of the portals or choose as many as you like, or all of them, and just write.’ I’m still at the ‘What the … expletive?’ stage. I don’t like the (seemingly) unclear instructions. I feel a melt down coming on. She says: ‘Trust the process.’ I decide to go with trusting the process. I choose: ‘Love is our magic.’ and start writing.

After a page or two of ‘stream of consciousness’ writing I am led out of trance. The teacher asks us to look back at our writing, from this we are to write a chant, song or poem. Later, to the accompaniment of drumming we are invited to present our work in the centre of the circle. With ease I start dancing in the centre and chant:

Hand reaches out for hand,
We are stronger than we know,
Kindness creates a common bond,
Igniting the magic spark of love.

In our dreaming, imagine,
Tall trees, small forests,
Tiny seeds bursting through,
Climbing cliffs of love,

Flint strikes rock,
Fire cleanses completely,
There is nothing left,
But harmony and a new beginning.

We close circle. I have taken a step closer to finding my voice.

* Koonjewarre = an Indigenous word meaning ‘meeting place on high-ground