
Journey to the Horned Folk
I walked down a stone staircase in a forest. I could hear birds all around me, it was dark and warm.
The staircase was long and straight. It kept going deeper and deeper down
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, it opened into a semi-circle clearing with a large body of water, moss-like green and glowing. The room was humid and there were beings with horns all around me.
I was afraid of the horns, they told me it was a product of conditioning- that the devil was given horns so anytime we see beings with horns we get afraid. They said that it was all ego; that it wasn’t real. They also told me that the hardship I had been suffering emotionally was also only that of ego. I agreed.
They took me to table that had cards laid out. These cards had animals on them and were not anything I had ever seen before. One of the cards had a set of eyes. They asked me if I could see; I said yes I could. They told me that if I could see the eyes that was all the proof I needed- I had sight.
They sent me down into the water. It was dark blue now and I was sinking down to the depths. There was a flowing grass-like being at the bottom. It was dancing with the water and it had eyes. It told me that I was young for the old ones. I agreed. It told me that again. I agreed again. The sound of this circular exchange echoed for a while. It shared with me that I was here to grow- to get my wings in a sense. I thought about the illusions of “old souls” and how everyone wants to be an old soul, but old souls are forged from the rocks of pain.
Emerging from the deep, I was with the horned folk again. I noticed now how beautiful they were. They were adorned in the most beautiful and ornate jewelry. They had bejeweled garland surrounding their horns and around their necks.
A female healer approached me and offered me a healing. She laid me down on a table and placed her hands on me. I could feel energy realigning, I could feel the songs of birds in my throat. I wanted to merge with her, become her.
When she was finished, I bowed low in gratitude to the horned folk, to the blade of sea grass, to the magic of this divine place, to myself- and I began my return back.