Dedicated to my friends Boniface and Seshen.
One should not forget the steps taken when traveling on the road of spirituality. For as long as I remember I have been a creature of the Orisha. However, there are times in life when we stop listening. Times of searching for meaning in things and places, in people and faces, when all along meaning has been branded in our soul by the forces of spirit, it is a matter of discovering it. To get on the path of discovery or re-discovery, depending on your case, it is imperative to first remember to listen to those forces.
In my early-twenties I had forgotten to listen to the voice of spirits. There was no time for church (not that I ever really enjoyed my days as Catholic, nothing against those days, it is just not my cup of tea), there was no time for Spiritism or any other spiritual devotion. I was pretty much spiritually aimless and my existance was entirely devoted to studies, work, and my life as a newly wed.
Then one day, I was assigned to work on a research project and I went to a bookstore in San Antonio where I stumbled across Boniface and his Lycean Wicca group. Strange as their concepts were to me at first, since I had never heard about Wicca, I started going to their weekly meetings because they were fun. There was a wonderful camaraderie and a joy that was very attractive. Then I started to read more and more about Wicca, Paganism and other concepts and to open my mind to the discovery of ideas outside of my Caribbean mindset.
One thing came to mind about this experience. For what seemed to my like a very long time I had stopped listening to my innervoice, to the voice of spirits, but most of all to the voice of Nature. In Boniface and Seshen I found kindhearted individuals who have a zest for life and who delight themselves in learning more each day and living what they believe. It was a revelation for me to just stop and listen to the flow of seasons, to the winds and the streams, and to all that was sacred around me, but it just blended in the background when I lived in such hurry.
I could never make justice to Wicca with my humble descriptions, but there are treasures to be discovered for those who choose to walk in that spiritual path and if you feel that there is where you belong, go for it! Take the first step on that journey. I walked with the group for about 2 years and I cherish every moment of it. However, all waters flow to the sea, and I, a sea creature…returned to my mother Yemaya and the orishas, but only thanks to those who helped me listen again to what truly is important in life: Spirit…in whichever way it manifests for you. Merry Meet and Merry Part and Merry Meet Again!
For more information about Lycean Wicca, visit http://lycianwicca.info/
Oní Yemayá Ashagbá