My Patron....

Developing a relationship with a God is a lot like courting a romance with a man. You look for all the right qualities’ with as few flaws as possible, but of course they must have flaws, its necessary to make them human. In marriage do we not, agree to take the good with the bad? We share every aspect of ourselves, even those we are neither fond or proud of.

Its reasonable to assert that before we commit ourselves to one particular God we try to learn all we can about them. Read the myths, meditate or invite them into ritual. In essence, we take that particular God for a test drive, hand fasting, a loose commitment before you decide to go for the real deal. Unfortunately by actively choosing our own Patron God’s we are allowing fear to guide us, possibly away from that which in the end will serve us best.

How many people do you know that work exclusively with Brigid or exclusively with Bran? Narrowing their vision to only the most benevolent deities, ignoring or passing up the slightly tarnished Balor or Morrigu. When either one will fight without fail for their friends and family.

As with much of my spiritual life, I have not made any decisions, instead permitting the spirits, for benefit or bane, to interact with me at their leisure. A strategy that has worked brilliantly for me, when I was about twelve I started to really understand the world, life, death, and a lot of what happened in between. In the wake of Operation Desert Storm, I saw the change that had taken root in family friends, military servicemen. I had lost family to illness and war.

I was also just beginning to recognize my own beliefs and open myself to a Polytheistic ideal, that Arawn came to me without giving his name or my issuing an invitation, he appeared in my mirror so clear that I could have touched him but for the glass. I couldn’t tell you how I knew his name, but later, reading the Mabinogion, I was startled by recognition and a feeling of awe.

On my fifteenth birthday I made the dedication to Arawn of my own accord, without looking back, I do consider myself to be a Priestess of Anwnn. Though the Welsh in my lineage has been thinned, my maternal family recognizes it, and privately recognize themselves as Welsh Royalty (how much of that is real and how much is delusion I have no clue).

I have been courted by Lord Arawn, I have given myself to Arawn, I accept the protection of the Welsh underworld, and all the power Anwnn would bestow upon me. Should aid be needed, it is he whom I would call upon. With absolute faith that it would be given to his faithful Priestess.

It is my ideal, to be accepted as his High Priestess, feel his presence within my body, my mind, and my soul.

After all, a true marriage is a union that reaches beyond this plain, I hope that I have done well by Courting him and being courted by him in return.

Now letting my faith work for me and guide me has had a wonderful rate of success, and allows me to be happy with all things, without fear or further thought I am happy. In a passing word of advise, don't allow fear to rule your decisions.

Blessed Be;
Echo