Journey with Carnac Oak 23rd September 2005
by Marsha Durok
I slipped into the dreaming through mist, as mist, and in front of me the outline of a tree appeared. I suddenly remembered that the essence I had swallowed was from the great Oak and as I moved forward it became more solid. My energy slipped into the tree and I felt safe, warm, beloved. Part of my energy moved downwards into the roots, stretching deep, deep into the earth, part moved upwards into the branches, slowly taking their shape and the final part, my consciousness, shot upwards, bursting through the top of the tree into a heavy mist above.
I found myself standing at the top of a high cliff looking down into the waters below .The wind blew my hair and I realised that it was black The coastline was craggy, jagged rocks rearing from the wasters further along the coastline. I jumped from the edge and fell down into the sea below, plummeting downwards; crunching my body into a ball so as to fall down faster through the darkening waters. Once on the bottom I swam strongly towards a large rock ahead of me. I saw the sword handle and recognised it to be Excalibur. This was not the first time that I had needed to pull it free. Once the sword was safely secured upon my back I turned and swam back towards the shore. I walked up out of the water onto a stony beach and could see an opening to a cave in front. I knew this to be Merlins Cave as I walked towards it. At this point my conscious mind kicked in and I started to struggle with the concept because I had remembered that S. lived at Tintagel and this seemed like imagination even though I would have sworn I have no need for one! The opening to the cave was closer now and as I looked it became a huge scrying mirror and in it I saw small tornadoes made of rainbows and a dolphin jumping through them.My conscious mind was then satisfied that I was in my central space, not being influenced by anything outwith the essence of self.
I walked into the cave and felt water dripping down onto my legs, my hair plastered to my head, clothing wet through. I met with Merlin further back into the cave and as I walked towards him I pulled Excalibur from my back, holding it out to him. He peered at it for a moment and then said: �You know what you must do.� I stared at him and he spoke loudly:� You know what it is that you must do Le Fay so do it!�
Walking further into the cave I stopped and looked upwards, seeing a speck of light far, far above. A shaft of lightning speared down through the opening as I held the sword above my head, touching upon it, turning me into energy and I flowed with the lightning as it pulled back up from the cave and into the skies.
I was again standing on the cliff edge. I held my arms out wide and yelled into the whipping winds:� I am of the fey, that is who I am. I am of the fey, that is who I am. I am of the fey, that is who I am.�
I was pulled back up into the mists, slowly regaining normal consciousness and returning to my physical self once more.
Summation
Quite some time ago, when in a meditational state, I was shown that I had been Morgan Le Fey and was taken to Excalibur. I claimed the energy and have since used it in many ways, the common theme being that it is a sword of truth. I didn�t really swallow the Morgan Le Fey bit, it seemed a touch ridiculous. What I did not realise then was what her name stood for, what it meant. There is so much legend attached to Arthurian times that the truth is fairly buried. Morgan was not Morgan of the Faeries, she was Morgan the Psychic, simple as that.
I had to fully accept that this is who I am. A psychic. That is the absolute core of my being and not flowing with that every day in every way means that I am denying my true self. This journey showed all of this to me, allowing me to reclaim part of my essence again. I will be interested to see what may unfold now!
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