There is a statement that I have read a number of times since I have deepened with myself and my craft. It stuns me to my core... literally stilling me into feeling.
It goes something along the lines of "connect with those who love you beyond all reason". I've heard this spoken aloud and read this written. It is always in relation to the divine, the spiritual, the Great and Mysterious Ones.
It is such a potent string of words to me... spoken, written, and thought like a fact of life. It tells me that the reality of being loved beyond all reason is possible and undeniable and it exists right here, right now. Within reach as I walk with my gods, spirits, and angels. It isn't something I work for or strike a deal over. It is not an oath I take because it is an oath that exists whether or not I know it. It's carved into my existence and both beyond and intertwined within my conscious thoughts and actions.
I find it humorous to be writing this post due to what my last entry was. I wrote that one feeling waves of hurt and as if I had missed something. But as I write this, it's like I feel the complete opposite. As if the timeline doesn't matter as much because what is time anyway? What is something like divine love to a timeline? It's not like either of these states are permanent. They come and go, despite how much I prefer the one I'm writing within now.
Though I write this for myself now and as a reminder for later.
I asked Bast: "Do you love me beyond all reason?"
She replied fast and without hesitation, "Yes."
And there came that stillness. It was like my breath was being held in her hands, like I was being overwhelmed by the highest possible love in all the realms, like it was true.
What we imagine to be the rational mind says: "There is no way anyone or anything could truly love you beyond all reason."
But she can and does for me. She's a goddess, a mystery, a cosmic myth of divinity. She loves me with no question, like it's a part of her. In a way, it is a part of both of us and that is hard to explain but easy to feel.
She just loves and it's good and true. Somehow I feel most like a witch when I acknowledge this. Perhaps because such love with our beloved gods and spirits is witchcraft. Maybe because the core of my witchcraft is relationship and therefore love.
I feel as though I can do anything when I am loved by her. And so may I remember this feeling, this love, and this statement.
Until next time,
Iryibbast