Power. It’s Personal.

F9FA8C93-EBFF-434E-9644-A294C8473DBF.jpegIt was 1992, and my husband’s new work took us to the East Coast where he oversaw the 5 co-gen power plants in Manhattan, Greenwich, Boston, Baltimore, and Philadelphia to maintain EPA compliance. He was brilliant and handsome, an intellectual Leo with solid earth aspects, which is why I married him. We had long, long conversations about power. Co-gen power. Nuclear power. Solar power….and Magic.  I was a young mother and licensed professional living in Greenwich Connecticut at the time, and staying home raising a family.  We lived in an old stone house, a former tavern on the Mianus River, and had one child in kindergarten and another in the oven. There were old spirits in the house and along the forest banks of the river who presented themselves from time to time, and particularly at full moon.  They made their way from their boats on the river and into my kitchen in the wee hours of the morning. It was not unusual for me to lay in bed with the bright moonlight shining through my window and hear the kitchen door squeak open to footsteps creaking along the old wooden floors and into the kitchen. They were typically followed by the rattle of pots and pans.  If they became too ruckus and I felt my husband stirring, then I was forced out of bed and to my broom and sage to sweep them out through the front door and back to the forest river. After a while, one of them was most helpful in assisting me with my spell work. I got to know them, and they got to know me. And my husband and I continued with our conversations about power. We sat by the hearth, snuggled into the overstuffed floral chintz fireside chairs, with our toes rubbing up against each other on a shared matching ottoman. The EPA was paying close attention to the nuclear power plants in Chernobyl at the time.

”Imagine being able to harness that potential inside yourself.” He said.

“You mean, like bringing earth and sun energy into the solar chakra?”

”I’m not sure what you mean. Explain.”he challenged me.

”Use your imagination for a moment. In your mind’s eye, bring the earth energy, the co-gen energy  stored in the gas and coal created from the very center of the earth’s fire and ore, up through your feet and into your belly, and fill your solar chakra with it. Then bring the solar energy from the universe through the top of your head and down into the solar chakra and fill it with solar energy. Now, spin it. Spin it out through your entire body right into the cellular level to your DNA helix. Spin and weave the combined earth and solar energy through every level of the helix and into each protein component, illuminating each piece of genetic information. It would be a journey of self discovery.”

”I see what you’re saying.  That’s a  personal power journey, both spiritual and ancestral. That’s damned primal.”

The kitchen door squeaked open just then, and the oak floorboards creaked.

To be continued…

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Established in 2002, White Mare Sanctuary is a sisterhood of Mother Earth, registered as a nonprofit ecclesiastical corporation in the state of Michigan, USA. We teach Inner Greening to the World Community.

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