I have moved from the city to the tropics, changing latitude by more than 40 degrees.
The equinox is coming, and the sun is pretty much in the same place. I am only a few degrees above the equator. Astrologically, I can’t tell how this is affecting me; I am overwhelmed by the difference in energetic environments.
Here, in the jungle, it is wild.
Here, in the jungle, the unexpected happens as a part of the daily existence.
A spark of life, a butterfly, a bug, a bird, traverses this landscape, and could be eaten by a predator at any moment.
For the first couple of weeks I was here, this was manifesting as strange vision flashes of catastrophe that could potentially happen to me and mine. Anticipation of devastation.
Thanks to my training, I have been able to let this go rather quickly, and focus on what I choose to focus my intent upon. But the barrage of catastrophic visions has taken fortitude to withstand; so today, the jungle and I came to an understanding.
I live on a mountain. The house was built by an American, so the space is well delineated between what is man’s space and what is the jungle’s.
The road to my house is paved. There is a wide tile porch and lights that flash on when a frog comes nearby. My space is my space. For weeks my two dogs have ranged around my house, chasing away creatures, marking territory, and acting as proxy extensions of my presence, helping to claim my space.
After first arriving, I hesitated to clear the space, declare my presence, and put up my flag for any and all spiritual beings in the local environment to see. I waited to feel it out first. When I finally did my first LBRP, it was an expected stirring up of the energetic pot.
I felt beings taking notice, and minor conflicts over space, but it was not until I performed this ritual in the jungle itself that I ran like hell.
I did this at night, in a foreign environment, in an unsanctified space. But I declared my presence, threw up some wards, and energetically walled off my house and property when I returned.
Whether this was a mistake or not, I am not sure. But today, I made a good connection with the jungle, using symbolic imagery.
There is a panther nearby. He lives on a mountain a few miles away, and the locals toss him a chicken every once in a while to keep him sated. This way their own goats and chickens have nothing to fear, so long as the jungle is sated.
I returned to this magical bower on my mountain, and went through my basic rituals: laying the circle, Qabalistic Cross, the affirmation to healing. And then, I listened.
There was a presence inspecting me, sniffing me. It was immensely powerful, but it was not hunting me; it was sensing me.
I personified this presence as a panther. Then I reached inside myself, and got a chicken, and tossed it to him.
He was very satisfied. I visualized myself encased in shining gold, and I reached out to scratch the panther’s ears. He rolled over on his back, so I rubbed his belly.
The jungle and I, we have come to an understanding.
I will appease this energy and these beings, and I will go about my merry way, unaffected by the chaos of nature that can bring unexpected destruction. Because I have paved my place, according to my rules, and we are but neighbors.