This is part 5 of my spiritual journey to becaming a shaman. See part 1
Going Back In Time To Move Forward
Shortly after I moved into my ghost-filled house, there was a Revolutionary War reinactment across the street at Fort Griswold. I went over to visit. I mentioned that I missed working at the Renaissance Faire as I had when I lived in San Diego. The person told me that there was a Renaissance Faire in the area and that it was happening right now and I should go. I agreed and headed out the next weekend.
I had been a hair braider at the Faire before and readily found a position at a hair braiding and wraps booth starting the following weekend. Within a short period of time, I would meet many Rennies (people who work the faires) and befriend one group in particular. Before I knew it, I was traveling to their house in Massachusetts regularly. Turns out they were magickal and did ritual on a regular basis. I was invited to join the circle. There were 5 of us in all, one couple soon to be divorced, and two singles soon to be a couple, and me.
They took me to Rites of Spring, a pagan festival in Western MA where I was exposed to even more ritual and magickal classes. Interestingly, I don’t remember being terribly surprised by a lot of the ritual. It felt natural to me as though I were already acquainted with it. (I was, just not in this lifetime.)
Over the course of about 9 months we would do a lot of personal growth work and a lot of ritual together. And eventually, they just said – “why don’t you move in? You’re here all the time already.” And I agreed. So I rented out my house, sold my business, and moved off to live in the magickal house.
