This is a true story. I do not bullshit about stuff like this.
Everybody knows I'm agnostic, and most of you know that I lump wicca right in there with all the other religious beliefs as being just one more crock of lies, and have pissed off Sunchild and Sirona and a few others with my observations about wicca. Well, as I continue on my path of mellowship, I've mellowed toward wicca as well. So much so, in fact, that I started dating a wiccan. She is a solo practitioner, and I encouraged her to find a coven so she could be among people of like mind. Also, she had never cast, saying she wasn't skilled enough, so I encouraged her to cast because experience is how you gain skill. I suggested if she was worried about adverse results, getting involved with a coven might give her some helpful guidance. We've discussed possibly making and selling magic wands. There seems to be a dearth of really good ones. I would supply the handcrafting, and she would oversee the process to make sure it's really done correctly (for example, the wand should never touch the ground after it's taken from the tree. I didn't know that) and apply the charge. Hey, why not? A growing market awaits! Of course, I don't believe any of it, but what the heck. It would be fun, and if we really do make them correctly (I wouldn't cheat on something like that, I'm too moral) and sell them... profit! Hey...
Okay, so one night I was over at her house, and somehow or other we came to be in bed together (who'da thunk it). We had had a discussion earlier in the night in which I told her that sometimes it feels like there's a dead place in my heart where the soulmate is supposed to be loved. This, because she was hinting strongly for a committed relationship and I was preparing her for the way things are.
At some point I slipped into that odd place between sleep and wakefulness, where you have intense dreams while not really being asleep in the full sense. Now here's where it goes weird.
I dreamed that I heard a voice, soft but distinct, calmly intoning. What it said was a poem, apparently, to judge by the tone of voice. It said two lines. The first line ended on a higher note, as when we indicate that something else follows. The second line ended on a lower note, to indicate that the thought was now complete. So it went sort of like this:
Da-da da-da da dee;
Da-da da-da da dah.
Now, what the actual words were: the first line, I cannot remember. It was Latin, and I only heard the syllables, didn't grasp the thought behind them; and the syllables didn't stick. The second line was, "Spirit revives spirit."
It was chanted, in a soft, calm voice:
"[Insert latin syllables here, ending on an up-note];
Spirit revives spirit."
After the voice in my dream finished speaking, I became aware that she was touching me. With her fingers she drew something that felt like it might be a circle on my chest where my heart would be, and did a few other moves, and then she did a gentle grasping, laying her palm on my chest and closing it to a fist. I didn't know what the first part was supposed to do, but the last gesture was clear enough: she wanted my heart--symbolically, of course. She has three athames (ritual daggars) and a replica of the sword of Frodo (which I gave her. She calls herself "a slut for steel"); she could easily enough have had it literally.
So I waited a moment, to be sure she was done with her ritual, and then I asked her, "Does your spell have words with it?" After a moment's pause while she adjusted to the idea of me being aware of what she had done, she said she had said something in her mind, a prayer to the Goddess or whatever, before making the moves. So I told her about the dream voice that I had heard. She was of course astounded and blown away. People who live in a world of superstition get like that sometimes.
She says the Goddess was blessing us and bringing us together so that we could heal each other (yeah, she's got some baggage, too). So, what's your take on it?