A three-part story of a pilgrimage to The Community of the Many Names of God – Skanda Vale.
Four of us walked through the darkening forest, a reddening full moon rising over the horizon as raindrops dripped upon our brows.
The trees were full of magic, the Spirit and spirits of the land – I could feel them around us, moving swiftly, watching.
I last stood on this land after an early morning Puja to Her, several years past. I’d stayed at Skanda Vale for two days with a friend and we’d been to every Puja each day. I was burnt out. The lack of sleep, the intensity of devotion-devotion-devotion in a language I did not really understand, the immense amounts of vegetarian curry (very tasty but not my normal diet!). We’d planned to stay a further day. I left that morning and said, even then, that I’d love to go back to visit the land if only I didn’t have to go to the Pujas too.
Last night, as I walked through that forest, I remembered why I fell in love with the land there.
Somewhere so alive my skin tingled and my heart overflowed with joy.
The twilight filtered through the trees and lit the way. I felt blessed to be able to feel the life that flowed through that place, recognising that the work I’ve been doing to open my awareness is not without success. I once thought myself as psychically sensitive as a brick, unable to sense the magic in the world around me. Now I step onto devoted land and almost fall over. Take heart, the things you long for can be developed over time.
I grinned the whole walk up through that beautiful, haunting forest and wondered what the Dark Mother, in the Dark time of the year, under a Dark Full Moon would share with us at the Temple that evening.
Skanda Vale’s site is here… and parts 2 and 3 of the story will be posted soon…