|Leela Ma in a form you may recognize|
For this ritual we honored Leela, the Indian concept/Goddess who IS the eternal play of the multiverse. Everything that happens, everything that occurs, the entire causal flow of Karma is simply the Play of God. Everything is play. Black holes, quasars, true Love, Gods, Devils, everything that exists, happens, or may happen is a piece and a player. Philosophically the only one playing is the Divine, and all that occurs, does so for the experience of Divine Joy. Imagine a young child who really hasn't developed much of a conscience yet. They can snuggle their favorite pet or stuffed animal with a love so strong and so pure, that it can move passers by to tears. They also pull the legs off bugs just to see what happens. Play is not gentle. Really think about that. Let that sink in. When that starts to make you truly disturbed and afraid, we'll move on.
This was a much harder ritual than I expected. As my first time Druid in Charging, I was totally prepped. I read my parts, the ritual outline, and planning went well. Pre ritual briefing went smashingly, and might I say, eloquently.
Sadly, once those three chimes rung to signal the beginning of ritual, my brain LEFT. I was... I won't say useless, but I needed prompting. A lot of prompting. By the end I was well and truly useless. My only ability left was to get prompted to give the official prompt and then thank everyone and grab some food.
It rewired my brain. The whole experience. We paraded around in loud clothes through areas swanky and less swanky. We passed frat row, and passed through old gates stating "The Sun Rises in the West" in Latin. We also passed a great deal of pedestrians who avoided us pretty politely.
Nothing was the same after the ritual. Sickness, misfortune, things breaking, plans falling through.. I was seriously pissed. I am still dealing with the conditions. I expected different results. There were some massive revelatory experiences, but meatspace wise, my conditions got well and truly crossed.
I am still clawing my way out.
Most of all, I feel tired, but there is no time to rest. The Game continues waking or sleeping, and the only rest comes with Liberation... maybe. Probably not.
In retrospect, the ritual did exactly what it was supposed to do. Opened me to the Great Game that requires constant participation, because if you are not making moves, you are being moved. Opened me to the Great Mother whose vehicle is Maya.
The Ritual was full of small oracles and massive concentrations of High Weirdness. I remember saying to one of the other folk there, "What's it does it feel like to be Awake? A lot like being asleep."I was one of the official Oracle readers, and mine was "A true friend, and an honorable enemy." I still don't know in my head what it means, but I know it in my bones.
Time to get back to it, players. Be excellent to each other.