by Lucille M. Rose

Many people when asked will tell you “they” chose the Gods with whom they work. And I say to myself “those are special people!” They’ll tell you they chose a particular God or Goddess because they liked a particular quality i.e. strength, character trait, name or appearance, etc. Many others like myself did not have a choice, because the Deities we work with chose us.

She has always been on my left and he has always been on my right. I have not always paid attention to them, listened to their words of encouragement, heeded their warnings, or taken their advice on what I should do when I find myself in a situation calling for a decision or choice to be made. Needless to say, ignoring them does not work. Did I ever share with anyone the fact that I was hearing a female and male voice — NO NO NO. Because, we all know according to society when one hears voices, one should be medicated. Times have changed and I have since discovered there are others who hear their Deities too.

Over the years I have discovered who they are; and I am very honored they have chosen me. I am not always happy with the opportunities they offer me in which to grow. Occasionally I feel resentful when they drag me out of my shell kicking and screaming. Either they cannot hear my human voice, or they are choosing to ignore my screams and protests. However, that is my issue, one with which I must learn to live.

One asks the question…”How do you know who has chosen you?” For me, she revealed herself while I was reading Celtic mythology. When I saw her name and read her story, I felt chills go up and down and throughout my body. I heard her whisper “yes” — soft, yet firm — so welcoming and familiar. She is a Crone Goddess, strong enough to defend me when I was a child; she protected me in ways I have only begun to understand.

She has adapted quite nicely to modern conveniences. Spending long hours of chopping, slicing, and dicing are a thing of the past, simply press a switch on a blender, mixer or food processor. She no longer has to have someone gather firewood and tend the fire under her cauldron. Turn on the stove or oven and she is ready to create something spectacular. The kitchen is her domain and I am there to keep it clean and organized.

He appeared to me in a dream. Someone once told me if you ask a question before you drift off to sleep, it will be answered. So being the curious type, I was ready with my question before I drifted off to sleep. I asked if he would reveal himself to me — and he did in all his glory! Standing in front of a roaring fire, next to an anvil, holding a hammer in one hand and an unfinished sword in the other. He was muscular and clad in leather. He had a dark beard, dark curly hair and huge smile. And he said to me ”You know who I am. I have always been with you.” I awoke the next morning with the oddest feeling. I knew this God, yet I did not know his name. Was it important that I did not know his name? No. However, later that day when I took a book from the bookcase and set it down on the table, it fell open. I am one of those types of people who love to read what is written, so I glanced down and there he was!

He may be in the present world without the roaring fire and anvil but now he has access to modern power tools which include a table saw, an air compressor, a belt sander, a dremel with a hundred different accessories, cordless drills, and several others. He was on the roof with us when we ripped off the old shingles and laid the new ones. He helped me last year when I ripped out the old paneling, plaster, and sheet rock in our computer room. He sat patiently watching my husband rewire the room. He was there when we installed the hardwood floor in the living room. He is always ready to help us rip out and remodel something in the house. He is more than willing to take control of the dremel or any other power tool. Plug a tool into a power source and he is there! Walking around Lowes or Home Depot with him is an endless source of amusement.

A few years ago, another Goddess joined the group. She is a healer, writes poetry and inspires me. She too has adapted quite well to the modern lifestyle. She no longer has to use a quill and ink. She hears me press the power button on the computer and before the computer has booted up, I find myself sitting on the floor! She is totally oblivious to the concept of sharing the computer. I no longer fight for possession of the keyboard. It is a good thing there’s a word limit on the articles, presentations or workshops we write. No need for me to ever worry about such a thing as writer’s block.

As for transportation, they no longer ride their horses. They are quite comfortable as back seat drivers in the Land Rover.

Years ago the world in which the Gods existed was vastly different than the world of today. Yet somehow the Deities have found a way to connect with us and adapt to our modern conveniences.

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