Since the lewdness with the fire elemental I am doing everything in my power to avoid water. It finally occurred to me that the elementals could manifest whenever they wanted to and it didn't matter when I called them or if I called them. The last thing I want is to be pulled from this world while working or something of the like. So, I have been avoiding water in all forms at all costs.
I carry tea or coffee with me to work. There is no sense in me being pulled into a water bottle. If I drink water, it is in an eight ounce shot and all at once. I simply can't chance being pulled into that realm.
My days are rolling on and summer's green is fading into autumnal reds and golds. I haven't seen any of the guys whom I'd had my first elemental experience with in a few months now. I just can't face them knowing that our experiences have been so different. Kim recently emailed me and told me that he'd been pulled into the realm of water on a scuba excursion. This didn't surprise me in the least and I certainly don't want to get in touch with my emotional side like he has.
I'm determined to not have any more elemental experiences, instead, I am focusing solely on the mundane aspects of my life. There is no room for bathing, only showers. No pasta or vegetables to boil or hand-washing dishes. No water. I even let the flowers Kim sends weekly go unwatered. Yeah, he got all weird and squishy and decided to declare his undying love for me shortly after his email. It wasn't a very good day for either of us.
So, my life becomes isolated and I'm pretty okay with that. I'm not so much okay with not drinking a lot of water, but I can deal with it. Then, it starts raining one Saturday morning as I am out on my run. Of course, I panic. It isn't supposed to be raining. The weather guy got it all wrong.
In my panic, I step through a puddle and into the realm of water. Of course, I panic harder because I can't breathe under water. Then, large hydra unfurls itself and its seven arms. In my panic, I freeze and, dimwittedly, begin to breathe. "Oh," the hydra says, "it seems that you can breathe?"
If I had eyelids, I would blink. Instead, I touch my neck and find gills. "Yes, you have gills." The hydra speaks again. "Before you try to leave or panic again, you should know by now that you do not get to choose. You do not get to decide when we bring you into our realm. Now, sit."
Not knowing what else to do, I obey. I sit in the sediment. "Kim got a mermaid," I say stupidly, still not believing any of this.
"You aren't Kim," the hydra says to me. "Now, I am the many-headed creature who is the keeper of humanity's righteousness and lack thereof. Upon my heads are the sins and virtues of your kind. This is what you will come to know."
I'm no longer scared or worried. I'm pissed off. "Sins and virtues? Water Elemental, you sound like my mother after she has had a rousing conversation with her priest. It's hogwash."
The Water Elemental seems a bit surprised. "Hogwash? Upon my heads sit the actions of your kind which are killing the Mother and the actions needed to heal the Mother."
One of its heads swoops down close to my face and leers at me. "I am Lust," it whispers seductively, baring sharp teeth twisted in a devilish grin. "I don't just want to fuck every beautiful creature upon the face of creation, I want to take everything it has. I want its home. I want its food supply. I want its children. I want its life! Only taking more will satisfy me! Only having everything will satisfy me!"
The head then abruptly turns 90 degrees. "I am Altruism," it whispers innocently. "I look around me and I see the interconnectedness. I see that every creature depends upon every other creature. I want to help it see its highest potential. I want to help it evolve into what it is meant to be. Only giving will satisfy me."
It pulls away just as suddenly as it came down, but a second head quickly takes its place. "I am Indifference," it says, obviously bored. "Unlike Lust, who wants more, I just don't care. If it doesn't take away from me personally, then it isn't my problem. If it doesn't hurt me personally, then it isn't my problem. I look out only for me and for my own benefit."
That head then turned ninety degrees and said, "I am Temperance. Where Altruism needs to help one and all, I recognize that not everyone wants help and I am okay with that. I recognize that self-restraint is always needed. I do what I can, when I can, but if it isn't appreciated or wanted then I move on and I do so without guilt."
The next head shows me selfishness and generosity. It points out that there are those who, because of various experiences, are selfish out of some skewed view of self preservation, just as there are those who are generous with their material goods, but selfish of spirit. It points out that even more people are generous to the point of martyrdom and that is a selfish act. It points out that generosity of spirit is what is needed. It tells me that generosity without thought return is what is needed.
Then comes sloth and diligence and after that anger and kindness. The heads tell me that sloth disguised as diligence was just as destructive as selfishness and lust and anger. The heads tell me that sloth is depending upon others to take care of you when you are capable of it yourself. The heads tell me that sloth is knowing what needs to be done and demanding other people to do it. They tell me that kindness is prized above most active emotions in other realms, and that properly directed anger can also be virtuous.
The sixth head to speak is beautiful to gaze upon, and it knows it. "Who are you?" I ask.
"I am Pride," it tells me. "I am the greatest motivator of men aside from lust. I convince men to take more than they need. I assure men that lust is okay. I demonstrate time and again how bad it feels to fail."
Before the face of Pride could finish, the head turned. Looking upon this face is less beautiful, but certainly more peaceful. The voice is like a melody as it speaks to me. "I am humility. I sit quietly in the hearts of men and urge them into service. Where my brother Pride is forceful, I am playful. When he screams, I sing. Where he stomps, I dance. It is not pride, but humility, that coaxes the mighty oak from the tiny acorn."
As the face of humility moves away, I am touched to the very core of my being. The humble face is so peaceful. I can not imagine anything lovelier to behold. That feeling is stripped from me as the final head dips down. "I am sorrow," it says. "Things are born, they live, and then they die. If, when they die, men are attached, I am what they feel. I am the ultimate disconnect for the world of men. Anger, like pride, motivates. Sorrow creates emptiness. Emptiness creates isolation. Isolation creates fear. Fear kills on so very many levels. Remember me, Child. Never forget who I am."
Then, Sorrow turns away and reveals a radiant face, one almost as beautiful as humility. "Who are you?" I ask.
"I am Love," the final face replies. "I am that place from where we all come. Some call it God, others Nirvana, but it is simply a place of perfection. Men can reach that place of perfection, though much of society has now forgotten how. It is now only seen in glimpses. Humanity must move from sorrow and back into love to survive. Man must do so and take all of creation with it in the process. Remember these words, Child. Do not be afraid to become one of the elements. Do not be afraid to walk with us in our individual perfections."
As the final arm of the hydra pulls away, I stand there quite numb. I want to speak, but I can not make the words come. I want... Anything. Finally, the hydra speaks, "Now, you see just a fraction of the reasons why you were pulled here today. You are charged with finding all of these things within yourself and showing them to the world. You are charged with finding a way to channel these things in a constructive way and teaching others that construct. The oak tree begins as a single acorn. Change begins inside and with you. Go. Be well."
With those three words, I find myself back on solid ground and still running. The rain stopped and when I look back, I notice that I've only run another half of a block. So, I finish my run. When I make it safely to my couch, I collapse in a heap. Now I understand what is going on with Kim. I cry.
The Element of Water is about emotions, endings, sunset, and being fluid. It is about improvising and having the grit to keep going once the passion of fire has been cooled. As an element, it is typically seated in the West part of the quarter. Much in the same way Fire can burn us physically and spiritually, Water can drown us. Water can, quickly, get overwhelming. We all 'get in over our heads' sometimes. Those things said, Water is also playful. It's the light spring rain and the cold, clear creek.
As an element, water sits in the west. It governs all emotions, death, healing, psychism and the season of Autumn. It is the Will of the magical practitioner. When we think of water, we think of deities like Aphrodite or Neptune, maybe Lir or Njord, but we may not think of the animals who live within the depths as being able to teach us much (or maybe we do). Aside from the Great Salmon of Wisdom from Celtic mythology, have you ever meditated with or upon another sea creature? Have you ever talked to the Lion Fish in the aquarium? Ever swam with bass or crappie? Have you ever thought about sitting on the bottom of the lake with the Catfish or maybe hoisted your home upon your back and traveled with crab or turtle? Maybe a chat with Giant Squid or Hammerhead Shark is in order?
These are all meditations or journeys that can be undertaken to help a practitioner get in touch with the water element. However, what happens when water is out of balance? A person can be weepy, indecisive. That person can be lackadaisical or even emotionless in extreme cases.
Activities to do to balance Water include bathing or swimming, dancing in the rain, and even having a good cry. The important thing is to know which way one is out of balance. Is it too much or not enough?
Spring is here in the Mid-West, so there is an abundance of physical water in the form of storms and rain showers. When thinking about the water element, remember that water is also a conductor of electricity.
Have a blessed Spring, Friends!!