In late July, at the the height of summer’s shining, The Morrigan laughed as she grabbed my head, pulled my tongue out of my mouth, and scratched two feda into the bleeding muscle with her thumb. Onn (Gorse/Furze, sometimes Ash) and Duir (Oak) she scratched together. Her message:
“Do not keep silent. Speak wisdom passionately and in truth. Your words are a bridge between worlds, a blessing for wandering seekers.”
Around that same time, Odin whispered too: “The time to be silent has passed!” The signal on this message was boosted by my recent encounter with Odin in Target.