Through an ass……

Yes, misquote – “through a glass, darkly”. That’s how my version of “The Sight” works. It’s a common


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Scottish phrase for being able to see the future. I have it. Of course I do, I’m generations down on hereditary Scottish witches. Unfortunately my Sight is impaired.


What do I mean? Well let’s take a couple of examples – the other day I found a dead blackbird at my feet in the back garden. Of course I picked it up, examined it, said the ritual words and cremated it. Then I went off to think what all this meant. Birds always mean something!


A robin looking at you is always someone on the other side wishing you well – it’s nice and comforting. Blackbirds are known as Druid Dhu “Black Druid” in the celtic languages – they always refer to psychic, spiritual messages. Knowing that my other half has advanced cancer I thought it was a message about my psychic path after his departure.


Of course I had forgotten the old wisdom- any ending is also a beginning!!!! Duuuuuuuh! It could just as easily  have been any part of my life after his departure. Or something coming to an end on its own. Or my own ending……….. I had to meditate and wait.


The next day I was sought out by a raven who, as you may know, is very significant to me.


Lady Raven was my ritual name when I was a High Priestess, before I hit Crone. This chap called in other corvids to underline what he was and that he doesn’t normally live around here. So I had a definite message from the raven too.


I was working on a misapprehension. I didn’t realise that these two were talking about my life NOW. I soon found out that yes, an ending is always a beginning and a beginning can mean going back to what one was doing before.


What did I do when I was Lady Raven, apart from coven-work? Oh yes, we can go back to that and now am forced to.


I feel I am gifted with The Sight but need bifoculs to interpret the damn readings!!!!


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Published on November 06, 2017 13:18
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Ailsa Abraham

Ailsa Abraham
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