I am a Hellenic pagan. My patrons are Hera and Hermes.
This has been a given in my life for several years now.
Last year, a year and a day ago to be precise, I dedicated myself to my gods.
Today, the Morrigan called me.
And I don't mean called, I mean Called.
There are a lot of crows by where I work.
Today, one sat on the street lamp right in front of my bus and talked to me until I answered. We went back and forth, amusing my fellow drivers.
Finally, I said "Tell your lady, I hear the message."
The crow cocked its head and then flew off.
I saw about five more and then had a vision of the Morrigan
She stood astride a stream, storm clouds behind her, tall and dark haired, black feather-cloak fluttering in the breeze over blue glass armor (thank you Julian May for set-designing my religious experiences?). She looked at me and said "Come home."
That was all, but something in my head said "You've been dallying with the Greeks too long. Come home, Niall's son."
I'm...not sure what to make of it. It's time to do my homework on the Battle Lady. She has work for me.
