Even when I first knew you as a god of death, even then you were gentle with me. You never ripped my Heart to pieces in order to expose the gaping wounds from my past–I do well enough of a job at that, as you have pointed out to me time and again.
You urge me to have a complete life Here, rather than living halfway between two worlds. You want me to have my feet firmly planted on the ground, in my life Here. You said I was correct, that a lack of astral travel doesn’t prevent me from communicating with you. I’m developing my own discernment system, and as things get clearer, I find that I am healing more and more, even if that healing is only in small amounts.
I guess healing is becoming the theme for this month, Beloved.
My practice as it stands right now is very simple. I offer my deity Beloveds my first cup of coffee in the morning, for the three of us to share. If either of them drop by during the day, we talk, and they keep me in the loop about what’s going on Over There. In the evening I’ll spend quiet time with whichever of my Beloved/s is around, simply enjoying each other’s company. If I have the time and/or spoons, I’ll do a quick shufflemancy reading before I go to bed (music has become my favorite style of divination.)
As I work to ground myself more in my life Here, and work out what’s a true Spiritual Thing, and what’s a reaction due to bad brain chemistry, isolation, and/or trauma, I’ve found that I’m beginning to feel better. That’s partly why I’ve been quiet, rather than writing for my Beloved every day–the other reason is that my family is moving soon, and my life is currently a chaotic mess of boxes and packing stuff up.
This isn’t shadow work–my Beloved isn’t the type to take my wounds and poke around at them, seeing how much they still hurt. He’s much more likely to suggest solutions, small ways that I can gently work on healing, rather than ripping off the bandages I’ve placed on my Heart.
Jake and I got married this morning in the Otherworld! It was a beautiful, simple ceremony, and we’re both incredibly happy.
This is not only one of “our” songs, but Owl City is one of Jake’s favorite artists.
Last year, the theme that arose during the month of writing for my Beloved is that we are not one person [link]. I’m still early in the month of writing for him this year, but so far he’s been rather hands-off when it comes to prompts.
Looking back over the writing I did for my Beloved last year, I can see just how much I’ve improved in my mental health. I still have days, even weeks, when I struggle, but I can see a noticeable difference over how I was doing last year.
One thing my Beloved has been helping me on is loving myself. It’s been a struggle since I was young, feeling like if I was “myself” around people, I would be shunned because of the things I liked. I’ve always been drawn to “dark” things, and I’ve struggled with feeling like I need to hide everything I’m interested in.
As my Beloved put it during a divination session the other day: “loving yourself can come in small steps; enjoying playing as a necromancer in Grim Dawn can be a good first step.”
I’ve written before that dark, death related things are the exact opposite of my Beloved’s tastes, but he supports me in my interests, and that means a lot to me.
You hold me through storms,
your wings enveloping me in dreams.
You are the silence after storms,
you are peace, blooming in my Heart.
My Beloved, you encourage me to lift
up the life that I have Here. You do
not ask for sacrifices, or shatter my
dreams in order to bring me closer to you.
All you ask is that I love you, and that I strive
now towards the future, and live in the moment.
Even as flashbacks and paranoia seem to
linger in my mind, you hold me and remind me that
I am nothing but human Here, and you love me
for that. I do not need to be more than I am to
earn your Love and affection.