Wizard of Words

by Patricia C. Myers


I met THOHT one Winter's Day was it March or was it May. Winter has a way of holding on in the High Country.

The walls and floor were not quite warm even though a fire burned hot white in the wood stove. I sat upon a sea of Flagstone visually traveling the zig zagging lines connecting mismatched puzzle pieces that had fallen from so many Lives.

I knew the woman that built this old adobe.. although we've never met. She formed her Dreams out of clay and straw... wood and stone... and water. The Wind dried it and Sun baked it and a Home was born. I was Honored to share this Sacred Space with a woman willing to share her Soul.

Clouds had been gathering all morning.. stacking up against
the Sangre de Cristo mountains creating a mound of moguls covering the sky. The undeniable mark of the Snow Cloud. The room took on a soft,golden-pink glow from the fire as the sky darkened and Goose Feathers floated gently past the window.

Snowflakes that size are remarkably Magical. It's the Peter Pan energy.. and Tinkerbell too! Of course, I ran to the window to feast upon the scene. My child within came alive instantly. Magic is the Child of Self.. the fresh innocence of spontaneous flowing Joy. I watched as they shrank before my eyes and a flurry of wind caught the last of the downy fluff and set them dancing through the crack in the window frame tumbling into a white melting heap.

The wind picked up and the snow kept pace. I gave the fire another helping of Pinon and a few Ponderosa just for good measure. It is an act of reverance for each piece holds the energy of the moment when we first encountered each other. Cutting, hauling, pitching and stacking... snippets of memory come alive as I touch tangible Time. It is hard for me to burn this friend that sustains my Life. I am grateful.

I cozy into my Sacred Space. Before me lay the Sacred Objects that have found their way to me. Feathers, stones, crystals, shells, Ancient tools, arrowheads, and wood carvings... placed as Spirit directs amidst six burning candles each one holding their unique essence of... Peace, Protection, Passion, Harmony, Balance and Love. Sage still lingers in the room and trails throughout the house. Meditation continues for I have given my prayers of gratitude and greeted All Directions. It is Time to open the Akashic Records and make 'Copius Notes'.

This has been the most structured encounter with Akashic Records. My wandering thoughts grouped as I began to write. The focus is once again the tonal sounds and construction of letters and numbers. As I draw them they become symbols... Universal Symbols. My Deepest Knowing connects with them creating a wave of energy that rushes through my Self. Now, to find the Words to bring that Deep Knowing alive within Other Selves.

It's best to write them Sans Serif... straight line.. am I thinking or am I receiving... my thoughts pick up speed and start to race. Focus.. on what? A flash of lightning punctuates the question... not uncommon in a snow storm.
No thunder followed.. it was for illumination. Joyce, a treasured friend drifted through my Mind. We share our Spiritual Journey complimenting each others path. Last evening we had an engaging conversation about Thoth and the Emerald Tablets. Thoth.. we laughed between repeated attempts to say it so it sounded dignified. What a silly label to place on such an important energy field.. the Origin of Thought.

I drew each letter.. all capitals.. straight as an arrow. THOUGHT THOTH I said each one out loud and burst into laughter once more. Thoth... it sounds like a mouthful of dry crackers. I could see the crumbs spewing forth as I said the name again. Then distinctively the sound of a clearing voice sliced through the room. I turned searching for the source and saw nothing.

"I am here!" There was no audible voice connected to the statement. It came via the Akashic which is a sensory feeling that flows from Heart and Mind intertwined as the perfect Balance of Feminine Masculine energy. I said nothing
but simply thought.. where? "Here.. Hear" resonated back to me.

"I am Thoth." "Oh." I reply softly feeling a bit sheepish having just had a good belly laugh comparing this Presence to dry crackers.

"You are right... you Know." Thoth cleared his throat. "When my name is spoken the way it is written it does sound like a mouthful of dry crackers." The room filled with another flash of lightning that ended with a thunderous roll of what sounded like laughter. I joined in and together we enjoyed another round of mirth.

Tears of Joy streamed from my eyes in this refreshing release of emotion. I reached for a Kleenex setting free the tears to drop like wet missels exploding upon the words I had just written obliterating the letters UG and leaving THO__HT.

"How appropriate!" I THOHT... and THOHT agreed.


Follow Your Heart
Patturns


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