Once, a long time ago, Gods roamed the land. They claimed the sky worlds and they stalked the Underworld. The Sun, Moon, Morning Star and the Thunderers kept the stability and order while the creative, fertile, yet chaotic forces charged up from the Underworld from the Corn Mother and beings like the underwater panther. We humans lived in a liminal place - the Middle world, full of beings in its own right: Hawk, the Horned Serpent, and the spirits of plants, trees, and rocks.
Of course, as a Pagan, I know this is still true. Gods and spirits abound.
I had a dream not long after I moved into this house. I was walking on a high bank along a shallow creek on a bright sunny day. I was fascinated by the water - it was so clear, I had no trouble seeing each and every rock on the bottom as if I held them in my hands. Suddenly, I saw something moving beneath the water, a mountain lion. I was seeing the top of its head and back, even though the water was only a few inches deep. It stalked along the creek bottom until suddenly it launched itself straight up and right at me. Its claws and teeth missed me by mere inches as I jerked backwards in surprise and it fell back into the creek bed. This was no flesh and blood feline. It was composed entirely of water.
The underwater panther is a figure from a group of peoples archeologists once called the South Eastern Ceremonial Complex. They were also moundbuilders. In some surviving stories from later peoples, it is said that a meeting with such a being will either heal you or kill you. I'm not sure what that says about mine. I only know that I had never heard about any such things before the dream. The dream was so vivid and I could hear the sound of the water as it rippled through the bed as well the crash it made as when the cat fell back into the creek. Was it just a dream? I'm not so sure. It is something I still ponder to this day.
I had intended to write about some of the deities I work with today but sometimes, the muse has other ideas. I asked myself if this fulfills the prompt for this week: "an opportunity for you to share with everyone those who guide, inspire and inform you." I'm not entirely sure it does, not in the strict deity/divine way. Still, sometimes it's the mystery of a thing that is the inspiration. No one ever started out on a quest because they had all the answers.