WARNING: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear

Warning: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear…I’ve often chuckled at that statement.  I’m like duh…its a mirror, reflections are often larger so appear closer.  And yet we often take peek into that rear view of things that are either behind or or perhaps worse, gaining on us.  It was with these thought that I closed my eyes last night and awoke with a start, stumbling  in the dark in a very familiar place.  Ow!  Damn it…just where the hell did that chair come from? “Perhaps if you would stand still and stop flailing around like a bull in a china shop, you would not injure yourself” came a familiar acerbic voice.  George, I thought, looking around.  Magically the fire began going, the sweet smell of herbs wafting against me gently.  I was at maman’s, but I did not come by boat, nor do I remember the trip.  You “appparated” to coin a new age term laughed George. Okay this was confusing..did I just think myself here?  “So to speak” again replied George.  “Come Cher”,said Maman Celeste, “there is much to speak on”.  As I drew closer to the fire, I saw she was not alone…someone was with her.As he turned around, I recognized him instantly even though I had never seen him before..Baron Semedi.  “Allow me to properly introduce myself”, says Baron.  “I feel we are old friends although never having met face to face”.  He held out his hand, “I am Baron Samedi.  pleased to meet you Shae.”  As I took his hand, I was engulfed in such a warmth…the kind of heat one is introduced to when you eat way too many hot peppers.  It was almost too much to bear.  “It will pass”, Baron says gently.  Quickly as it came, the heat moves to a tolerable level and I am left with the the lingering warmth flowing through me.  “You are not afraid” says Baron.  I’m not sure if I should be or not I tell him.  I’ve hear others speak that you are to be feared .  I demand respect, not fear.  Those who fear me are children who know little.  “Are you going to listen to other’s ghost stories”, he asked?  They seem plausible I said.  “Don’t be ridiculous”, he says cuttingly, holding my hand a little more tightly.  At this, Maman, George and the hell hound all look up quickly.  I had forgotten that he still held my hand, I thought as I looked at it, and again felt the same heat as before.  Maman still looked at Baron, who smiled and said “I am not going to hurt her, relax”.  Again the heat subsided, and Baron took my hand and turned it over looking at the sigil that is still present.  “Do you know what this is”. he asked? My person sigil I replied. ” What does the spiral represent to you?”, he questioned.  It is a labyrinth, a path that I walk ordering my steps.  “Do you know what the cross is”?  It is the crossroads I tell him.  “Why is it connected into the spiral?” he asked.  I do not know I reply truthfully, although to be honest after the last time I told him that  it was a little unnerving.  He laughed. “Ma petite, it is acceptable that you do not know.  The spiral is connected to the crossroads because you have always been connected.  It is not a coincidence that you came back to this time and place in this time of the year.  You are child of ghede, a foot in both planes.  You speak to ancestors as you speak with myself, Celeste, even George without fear and with direct honesty.We have always been acquainted, perhaps not on a personal level as now but Brigitte has always protected your home, provided you with Brin who walks with you daily, and the others who provide you with sanctuary.  You are connected, always have been, always will be”.  And the elements, I say speaking of the other part of the sigil.  “Those are every day things,” he says dismissingly.  “if you walk a physical plane, one will always have the elements in one’s life”.  So…I say…what’s it for?  Baron laughs…”you will see in time.  For now, let’s just say its a reminder of who you are, have been and will be”.  “Now I must leave you Mon Cher.  But we will speak again.”  With that, he released my hand and kissed my cheek and was gone.  I kind of felt bereft as I turned to Maman Celeste who was busy at the fire fixing me a drink.  The warmth that I felt as Baron held my hand, was similar in kind to having found that sweet spot in your bed where its nice and comfy and warm, only to have someone pull all the covers off.  “Come child”, says Maman, handing me a drink.  “This will warm your ones”.  I was starting to shake a little, thinking how odd that I should feel this cold.  Maman laughed…”ghede always leaves a chill…its just their way”.  As I drank the coffee she gave me, I could taste chocolate, a little cinnamon and wait..maybe a little rum?  I looked at maman questioninly…She said…”you’re getting pretty good at sniffing out the ingredients, Cher”.  As I drank the hot drink, I soon began to feel more comfortable, almost human I thought to myself..What an odd thought..It’s not like I was the dead.  “No” said George…”just hang out with them”.  I laughed.  I do like cemeteries, I like speaking with the ones who reside within.  Soon my eyes seemed to want to close of their own accord.  “Sleep child”, said Maman.  “Brin will take you home”.  I could feel Brin’s arms enclose me next to her body.  Feel her heart beat beneath my ear.  It was a comforting sound, almost like I was a child again, being held close in safety.  All too soon a jarring sound awoke me…the damn alarm..a call to the real mundane and all that encompasses.  I could still smell remnants of Maman’s herbs and moss fire..wait..I was awake wasn’t I?  I looked over at the alarm..yeah who would dream that sound up?  The princess snuggled  closer to me, from where she had crawled into my bed last night.  I smiled, covered her and put my feet on the floor.  Looking at my hand, I still see the sigil, only this time I feel the warmth of holding hands with Baron last night,.  I touch my cheek where he had kissed me good by.  This is going to be an interesting journey I think to myself.  Let the dance begin.

PEACE OUT