This time for my outdoor ritual I went no further than my own back garden. What spirits might I find there? As I began I noticed the beautiful song of a robin, a bird I have already noted I have come to associate as ‘opener of the ways’. A good sign.
As always, after gazing at my pentacle until my vision seemed to dance, I looked up to see what I would find ‘rising’ out of the pentacle. This time the first spirit came not in the form of a pareidolia, but simply our rosemary plant talking as itself. It complained of me cutting branches from it. Next some hedges also complained about being pruned. The black-current bush, which we have never cut, seemed happy with me however.
I addressed the unhappy plants by asking if they would have preferred to grow in the wild were rabbits and deer could eat them unhindered. They agreed they would not prefer it at all. In the end they agreed I could cut from them and prune them so long as overall they could grow bigger. I agreed to this, even said I would like the hedge to grow taller so it can block out my view of an annoying garden light from a neighbour across the street.
With them satisfied my attention turned to the black-current bush, whose magnificent blossom I now realised was the source of the wonderful fragrance I detected in the night air. Suddenly these flowers made their presence known to me as Persephone, goddess of flowers and of the underworld. As they did so the robin stopped singing and flew over from wherever it had been perched to sit visibly on the plum tree. I wondered if it would sing for me there, but alas there came a challenging call from a blackbird and the robin beat a hasty retreat. The blackbird chased after it, flying so low it passed merely a meter in front of my face.
My attention returned to Persephone who introduced me to two more presences, these appearing as pareidolia in the branches of the plum and apple trees. One in the form of a serpent emerging from behind Persephone introduced itself as Hades. The other having the head of a giant hunting bird introduced itself as the Thunderbird.
My attention returned to Persephone, who was now ready to impart to me a message or request. Apparently we should put out some grave lanterns this coming Halloween, in the places in our garden where we buried the dead birds.
I thanked Persephone and the evocation was over.