The energy leading up to the Solstice and its aftermath, were very intense and at times quite overwhelming. Hagalaz came to visit and stayed around me for a while. Hagalaz is the rune of chaos, irrevocable change often manifesting in a calamitous or destructive way. Very similar to the Tower in the Tarot deck. It clears out the old, in no uncertain terms, hitting you from out of nowhere like a storm from a clear sky. Like any great storm it clears the path, wiping away that which no-longer serves, invigorating and renewing the energy that has gone stale, making a fertile growing space for the seed of the new it carries in the hail stones, that rain down on the baron plain.
All is not disaster and destruction though, Hagalaz shifts things into motion, removes blocks and gives a supercharge of energy where this is needed. For me it manifested in both positive, initially negative and definitely shocking ways. That’s another thing with Hagalaz, even when it brings chaos and destruction this is always for the better, it just takes a while to get to that view point sometimes, usually because we are stuck and cannot be shifted any other way. Hagalaz does not seek to bring us harm, merely to bring us what we need to get us back on track, and teach us to remain in our own centres when the world around us is kicking up a storm of mayhem and turbulence.
Some of you will know that my dear friend and companion, Cherry (aka Kitty In A Van) has been unwell for quite sometime, months rather than weeks. She has had many treatments and interventions, both naturopathic and allopathic, but alas nothing was able to get to the bottom of the problem. Finally I reached out to a wider field, by posting for help on my socials. Amongst others Kate came forward and offered to take her case homoeopathically. Now I have used homeopathy most of my life, difficult not to when your mother is a trained homeopath, but it is not easy to take an objective reading of a patient when you are so closing attached and emotionally invested.
Kate chose Pulsatilla 200 for Cherry, which I would not have considered but could absolutely see how perfect the choice was. This was to be taken once a week for 4 weeks in conjunction with a liver cleansing remedy twice a week, to support her liver after being bombarded with antibiotics and steroids.
The week of the final treatment was busy, busy, with preparations for my niece’s wedding, to be held here at Lyddons, and as a rule, I am generally busy, busy, unable to sit still and just be. Which of course is what Cherry really needed and was shouting out for in the only way she could. Having given her, her last course of remedies with no sign of any change in physical symptoms, expect for a slight return to her normal authoritative and vocal self, we had 2 days left to prepare for the wedding. My daughter had been staying for a couple of weeks convalescing, those of you that are mothers know that no matter how old your child is, when they are unwell especially with something life threatening, every part of you is screaming, silently, from the inside out. So she had had my dedicated attention and energy during her stay. However, now Leah was beginning to feel well enough to go home, freeing me up to get on with wedding prep. I was busy, being busy, preparing bed rooms, setting up tents and doing whatever was required of me. At the end of a very long day I returned home to find Cherry lying on the sofa having fallen off of the back, eyes flickering, head twisted, unable to get up, hold her own weight or move her own body. She had had a stroke….hagalaz had struck…..a fire storm in her brain!!
I had been sensing the presence of death around her for a while and trying to come to terms with its inevitable arrival. In fact it was so viscerally present that week, that I had begun preparing those with a close connection to Cherry, that her end was imminent and that they should make plans to visit her as soon as possible. This only the day before before.
So whilst it was an absolute shock, to go home and find her in this distressing state, it was not unexpected.
For 2 days she sat on the rainbow bridge, edging a little closer to the Otherside with each insubstantial breath. The day of the wedding came, and she was taking her last steps. Members of the family came up, in turns, to say their fair wells, each not expecting her to last the day.
My Lamas were practising for her and with the support of my dear Runester Family, Cherry was being held and helped in both realms, to ease her path. Under the suggestion of both Kate and my mum, I gave her pipettes of water throughout the day, with Arsenicum Albimum 200, to ease past any fears holding her back from either choice. I stood on the bridge with her and let her walk across, cut ties of energy that would keep her bound. Giving her the choice of how to use her liberation I left her alone, in peace and did what I could to attend the wedding (going on all around us). It was a beautiful wedding.❤️🔥
In the 2 hours that I left her something shifted in her energy. I came back up to find her still alive, wide awake and determined to move. We had a moment of eye to eye gazing, deep into each others beings, a soul conversation. Then she got herself up and stumbled to her drinking fountain.
With her now, being self propelled, I couldn’t leave her by the pool unattended. The party was winding down and most non-family members had left. So I carried her down with me, where she had plenty of space to move freely without obstruction. This was to be the beginning of her recovery. She watched the children playing, enjoyed the attention lavished upon her and then climbed into the flower bed did her ablutions and started to make her way home.
Once home I had a candid conversation with her about the need to solve the underling condition that had caused her stroke, or this was really all for nothing. She was still streaming profusely with thick green snot, and choking on the phlegm when she tried to cough. “If you’re going to choose life then you will need to choose health as well.” She got up and asked to go out, no longer able to use the cat flap, tumblinh herself into the nearest thyme plant, she began to eat it.
I am aware of the antimicrobial, anti-fungal, antibiotic properties of thyme and its use for clearing respiratory issues. So I listened to the wisdom of my feline friend and added 1 drop of thyme essential oil to her water fountain. She dosed herself on this throughout the day, for one week. This and only this. No food, that required another conversation.
In that week her condition improved leaps and bounds, the snot loosened and became paler, and the cough changed, becoming more effective. The quantity of phlegm and mucus reduced remarkably, and at the end of it all, she made a point of showing me her willingness to eat.
Since then, she has requested rosemary and lavender, these I have defused for her, she has retrained herself to walk and can independently get about wherever she wants, including through the cat flap. There is still a slight tilt to her head, making her even more endearing than she was before, if that’s at all possible. She loses her balance occasionally when she forgets to doesn’t all work in the same way as it used to.
I no longer feel death stalking her, nor the maudlin air of self pity that had attached itself to her. I removed that weight from above her lower back and legs, with mantra and healing energy, the night she chose not to cross over.
I know now, that she is well on her way to a healing recovery, she still has difficulty chewing and is a little one sided, these are things that she may well just have to adjust to being her new normal. She is even more my shadow than before and likes me to be by her side as much as possible. So I must adapt and change to accommodate her new needs, but I am thoroughly in awe of this amazing being, her strength, determination, will and endless capacity for love, humble me. She is not just my familiar, she is my soulmate, my best friend and my wife 🤣
If I were not already a nature centred, animistic, buddhist, I would be now ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥🙏
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