Among the flurry of settling into a new job in an entirely different field, studying as an apprentice, and of course my preparations for Many Gods West 2017, I got some divination. I asked about my Lady. (Total aside- multiple anonymous Folk can make for some confusion when They have similar titles.)
It’s been years of no information. It’s been years where even the consideration of asking has been met with “No.” Static from cards. Gar from the runes. My Lady has granted me insights slowly. An association that I never knew if it was me or a major thing of Hers. The feel of Her as the wind in the trees, the Presence in silence, just a little bit here and there throughout the years. Then a bit more dropped in, seeing Her peering out from behind the mask of a character in a book. But even that character was never a name for Her. I am Hers and She is my patron, but that is all that I can say I know. Everything else has always been so ephemeral, unreadable, but I grew to know Her despite that. The most direct answer I’d ever gotten was asking if She had a specific Job for me (it was possibly the strongest “yes” I’ve ever seen or felt.) There is work to do, but She has been quiet on what work I am to do. It was two and a half years ago that I last considered asking a professional diviner about My Lady, and so I tried again recently not expecting anything.
There is never a time for answers like when you’re assuming you won’t get any. Or maybe that’s just me?
I got resounding answers. Resounding answers from the little things, like yes the tree association is a me thing and stop questioning it already, it works so go with it. A personality profile of Her, context for Her role, and…
I got a name.
Not Her only name I’m sure. Not Her only face, especially considering the swath of lands She’s spent time in, but it’s a name. A known name with stories, mythological context, and history. It’s a place to start researching. I can see so many reasons why She didn’t tell me it sooner. But even now I am fumbling with it.
Many folks have written about losing a Being’s name, how hard it is to go through that journey where everything is flipped on it’s head and solid ground is swept away. Except for me it’s being given Her name that has me flailing. I had started building a solid understanding, so She threw me in the ocean and handed me an anchor.
Now, I just need to find a way to swim or build a boat.
Twisted Pathways 