Veils of shadow

 I woke from a dream the other night in which I had been with my loved ones, my coven-mates and other friends who have a positive impact on my growth and well-being.  I became aware that I was wearing a beautiful veil over my head that reached to the floor.  It was black and sparkling and lovely.  It made me feel beautiful and hidden and safe.  It was comfortable at first but, then I became aware of the fact that I could not see my loved ones clearly, or hear them, or touch them.  

As the dream progressed they could not see me, or hear me, or touch me either.  So I removed the veil and a hand took it from me.  It was my lover’s hand.  And he held it out to me so that I could put it on again if I chose.  I realized then that while I wore the veil, I could not breathe.  I woke then with an undeniable clarity that this was a message from my Gods.

The veil is a choice that I alone can make.  It can be anything that allows me to hide myself, that gives me the illusion of safety, or comfort, or even love. But that in reality suffocates me, and hides me in my own shadow.  It is anything that keeps me from engaging with my friends and loved ones from the depths of my heart and soul.  It is beautiful and it is a glamour. 

The veil does not make me safe, nor does it make me beautiful.  The veil is not love; it is simply a semblance of shadow.  I can choose to put it on again but, I will not.  I want to be seen, and heard. I want to see and hear clearly. I want to touch and be touched, I want to know and be known. Safety is not Joy.  Glamour is not Truth, and I would be True.