Every culture since the beginning of time has done it. The Egyptians, Greeks, Romans, Celts, all the way back to the Babylonians have done it. It was time I gave it a try.
Scrying is the practice of looking into a reflective surface, examining the non-physical shapes and images that reveal themselves to you. Scrying creates a meditative state in which you only focus on the patterns and lines before you. Different items may be used as a focus tool, water is the most common, however, mirrors, crystals, smoke, flames and even clouds has been used throughout time. In my case I chose ice, for which there is an abundance in Vermont, as the ground wakes from its winter slumber.
With spring approaching, the rivers and streams of the Green Mountains are choked with massive, thick slabs of ice moving downstream. Like giant building blocks, strewn along the riverbanks, they called me in for a closer examination. The slabs average 6 inches deep, with some pieces spanning several feet wide. On this day the surface of these hulking blocks of ice turn into reflective pools of light from the warm March afternoon sun, a perfect opportunity for Scrying.
Looking closely into these glistening glacial blocks reveals the cracks, scars and frozen bubbles from a winter with too many thaws and freezes. An icy cross-section can hold intriguing shapes and figures for the viewer. The mind struggles to find meaning in the abstract, but eventually it quietly settles into the hum of an internal wisdom, unmasking only what needs to be seen.
Whether we choose to scry or to simply commit to seeing more deeply there is an abundance of highly cool stuff out there to astonish and amaze. We can never have too much amazement, can we?
Live in color,
An image alone sometimes feels insufficient, that’s where Musings come in. A space where words and images come together to tell the story.
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