The Autumnal Equinox marks the
first day of fall and opens a door into my favorite time of year. The leaves
are dessicating and dropping, skittering across the sidewalk as the cooler
winds blow in. In the northeast, we throw open our windows and let the new
winds curl through our homes, licking at the corners and cleansing the edges of
our rooms, and our minds.
We prepare ourselves to lower the
storm windows and turn on our furnaces. We stock the woodpiles and harvest our
fall gardens. We ready ourselves to turn inward and ride out the dark and cold
days ahead. But they’re not here yet, and we relish in leaf piles and apple
orchards, in pumpkins and autumn squashes.
The Equinoxes are balancing points.
In the spring we tip both towards warmer days and the reality of shorter days
after the solstice. After months of being closed up, we spring clean at the
Vernal Equinox, sweeping out the cobwebs and dustbunnies and letting the warm
air swirl through. In the fall we tip towards colder days and longer days after
the promise of the solstice. At the Autumnal Equinox we also clean, consecrating
and creating sacred space in the walls of the home we will depend on through the
coming colder, dark days.
Cinnamon sticks simmer in a pot of
water on the stove, the scent vibrating through the air, whispering to the
ether in the house. Wake and walk, wake
and walk. May all beings that wish us harm walk right out the front door. You
are not wanted here.
Bundles of sage and rosemary are
clipped from the garden and strung up in all the windows. May the ancestors protect all who dwell in this home. May the guardians
watch over us. May they keep us healthy and safe.
Our cats run through the house,
stimulated by the smells of the transforming world outside and the transforming
home inside. And in their laps, the numbers grow. Two cats still of flesh and
bone and two cats still beloved and every day missed. For the first time, all our
babies are running together. It is a bittersweet sensation, both a gift and a heartache.
Have
you ever been in a room with your cats, both sleeping, only to clearly hear
another cat digging in the litter box? Have you ever reached out your hand to
pet your animal, feeling them jump up beside you, before you remember that your
pet is already behind you?
When spirit walks, we listen.
Equinox is a step closer to Samhain,
towards All Hallows, towards the time of year when the veil between our world
and spirit is thin. They walk all year, but this is the time of year that those
who do not see may spy their shadows slipping past them. And this year, the
spirits are walking more thickly earlier than I usually experience them, as my
cats can attest.
My dreams are full of lost loved
ones visiting and bringing me messages. Some of them are for me. Some of them
are for people I love. And some of them are spirits who find me because I am an
ancestral lighthouse keeper and I shine a bright light. Some messages I can’t
deliver, some I won’t deliver, but I listen to what all the spirits have to
say. Most of their messages are meaningful, but a handful of them are purely selfish.
Still, I hear them out so they can move on.
This is my work and what I do. I
listen to the living tell stories about their dead and I listen to the dead
tell stories about their living, their loved ones, their descendants. And the spirits
that follow the course of their family lines, a mirror of how I trace mine
backwards, have just as much love for those they could never know as I have for
those who came before me.
And this year, spirit is moving
earlier than usual, reaches out to us and milling about, thickening the air
around us. The only thing we have to fear from them is what they reveal to us
that we have been trying not to look at, the things we have been trying not to
see. The only fear is within us. Because they come with love. They come because
they love us.
Call out to your loved ones as you
close your eyes for slumber. Open yourself up to the spirit energy in the world
around you. Open yourself to see what was previously unseen. And bring yourself
to meet them in dream world with love in your heart.
(A note: I separate true hauntings and poltergeist activity from
normal spirit world antics. Often what we think of as hauntings are spirits
simply trying to get our attention. If they’re turning your iron or your stove
burners on, that’s different than knocking over boxes, playing with your pets,
and turning on lights around the house.)
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