This weekend I went to a Pagan festival that I had never been to before. I almost didn’t make it. It has definitely been a lesson in asking.
Way back when I heard about Orpheus Ascending, I wanted to go, and I wasn’t sure how I could make it happen. Things were in flux at work, and I didn’t think I had the vacation time to go to both this event, and Hekate’s Sickle Festival, which is this coming weekend.
So I asked about how I could arrange my schedule, or work extra some days, or work on Thanksgiving and take a day off later. The manager and the accountant looked at my payroll, and found that my vacation pay had not been calculating correctly for a while – to my benefit. Suddenly I had extra vacation time, so that was no longer a problem.
Friends of mine were going to Orpheus Ascending, and so I asked if I could carpool with them. The answer was a resounding yes, and I was very grateful. There were going to be people at this event that I had not seen for quite a long time, and I was looking forward to it.
As the date approached, I didn’t put a whole lot of thought into it. Plans had been made, and there was a lot to be done before leaving. There was work to do, and classes to teach, and other events to prepare for. It almost wasn’t real, it wasn’t something I could focus on until Wednesday after work. The excitement that it was almost here was finally hitting me.
However, the weather was a concern. Three storms were due to hit all in a row over the weekend. And my ride decided that she was not willing to risk being stuck somewhere. (She’s got a young child at home, which I can totally respect.) I was extremely disappointed.
I reached out to a few others who I thought might be going, and wasn’t getting anywhere. Instead of packing on Wednesday, I moped. All the excitement had burst.
I went to bed, and decided that if I was meant to go, the Universe would help me find and answer. And if I didn’t find a ride, then I wasn’t meant to go.
I woke up at about 2:30 am on Thursday with the thought, “I need to ask the question directly.” So I posted on the event page, asking if there was anyone else coming from Canada who had room for an extra passenger. When I woke up around 7 am to get ready for work, I discovered there had been a whole discussion while I slept, and voila! I had a ride!
Suddenly, I had to pack! All before leaving for work! It was a whirlwind of a day.
At the event, one message I received from Hekate, one of the Goddesses I am working with who also had a role at this festival, was that She will not make decisions or take action for me. But for the asking, She will raise her torches and shine the light on the next few steps.
I am supported by the Universe, and by the Goddess. I need to ASK for help and guidance though! My free will will not be violated. I am working on asking for help – not always easy for me to do, and it’s not always the first thing I think of. I don’t want to be a burden on other people. And yet I also need to remember to be open to receive. It’s a powerful lesson for me, especially as I move into Hekate’s Sickle Festival this weekend.
Do you remember to ask for help when you need it?