Let me ask you something. Do you think the only time to try and contact a goddess is when you want something big? Something like a new house or a new job or a relationship with someone special because you’ve been alone too long? The only time you need a goddess is when you need a miracle, right?
Or maybe the only time you need a goddess is when you want something very much but you’re pretty sure you can’t have it anyway. So you try working with a goddess as a last resort. But you’re not sure goddesses can really do anything for you, maybe they don’t even exist, but by golly, you really want whatever it is and you don’t know how else to get it.
Well…I’ve been thinking that deities are strictly for miracles and/or pipe dreams. And apparently, according to Freya Herself, I’m wrong.
See, I think my worries are mine to deal with. That I need to just pull myself up by my bootstraps - okay, make that Birkenstock straps - and do it myself. Because -looks around before whispering - I don’t think Freya (or anybody else for that matter) can really help me. Don’t get me wrong…I know she exists, at the very least as a kind of emotional energy that’s part of me and bigger than me and somehow connected to my own northern european ancestry and everything else in the universe. But I don’t think she can do anything to change my life in a big way. (I can hear some of you who know better laughing…I know I know…)
So there I was last night in the kitchen, by the microwave, deep in thought about how to generate an income and get past being a starving artist once and for all, when Freya nudged her way into my consciousness and said, “hey, what about me?” Our conversation in my head went like this:
Me: “No, this is my problem.”
Freya, laughing: “But that’s what I’m here for.”
Me: “No no…(at this point I’m struck by a mental picture of a golden goddess, glamorous beyond all reason, vibrating with so much power I become meaningless)…why would you care about this stuff?”
Freya, laughing again: “That’s what I do.”
Me, before I have time to stop myself: “You can’t help me. Not with my dreams. And not with stuff I really, really need right now.”
Freya, still laughing: “Then what are we doing here? What’s the blog for?”
Me: “Oh well…that’s different. Those rituals and visualizations and all…those are to help people get to know you and help them work on some problems slowly. People can get by just fine if they don’t do them. My making money is kind of life or death.”
Freya, eyebrow raised: “Okay, then I have a challenge for you and the other people reading this blog who feel the same way you do. I challenge you to let me help you with this problem that is life or death. Write about your progress in the blog. We’ll see if working with me does you any good. I want to get this idea of ‘magick’ and being a goddess as down to earth and real as possible.”
Honestly, I had to sleep on it. I feel compelled, however, to go forward. My intuition says so. I will let Freya in on the details of my life and see what she can do. Join me in this experiment, if you want. We’ll see what happens.