Originally posted: Wed, Oct. 26th, 2005 23:19

I sat in my room at home on my purple beanbag chair and went through a progressive relaxation exercise I use before a deeper meditation. I touched the tip my left hand ring finger with thumb in a mudra that I had programmed to bring me down into what the Silva method calls Theta waves. Although science has theta waves I have never independently verified that they are the same state that I label theta waves.

My breathing seemed to slow and my eyes naturally drifted closed. I was trying to go to the astral plane which is what I was calling turning within. I pushed or relaxed my awareness into me down into my body. It felt like had fallen out of my head down my torso and through a hole in the pit of my stomach. I felt through an infinite blackness. After a while, I realized I wasn't really falling I was in freefall, zero gravity. I regained my equilibrium and there was an up and a down. When I looked down there was some kind of rocky, dusty, ground although it was too dark to really sees it. When I looked up there were stars. I was on the darkside of the moon. (I didn't know if it was literal or figurative but it didn't feel like exteriorizing so I assumed figurative.) I didn't really feel gravity but I did seem to stick to the ground.

I wasn't just there for sight seeing though. I had twin purposes on this journey. I was experimenting to see if I could get a Lwa-Aesir to come without geting possessed. I was also journeying to find out my Met Tet. Met Tet is a french patois word that roughly translates to master of the head. That lwa is your lwa the one who will ride you most often and you form the closest relationship with.

So I was standing alone in the beautiful black desert of the darkside of the moon. For whatever reason I was certain that's what this was but I had no other expectations. I waited for something to happen. Nothing did. It was almost as if it was waiting expectantly for me. So I proceeded with my experiment. I extended my finger in front of me and traced out loki – elegbarra's veve while reciting the literally I had made for him's "Loki Elegbarra qui quarde la porte…" The veve appeared as I drew it traced in silver fire. I paused expectantly for Exu Loki to appear but there was nothing. The veve was duller now it wasn't on fire any more and seemed almost wrinkled. I reached out to it and realized that it was on a black velvet like fabric a curtain inscribed with a silver veve. I stepped forward and pushed through to elsewhere.

I was in a weird small town that looked the way Anne Rice described places around the New Orleans. Ancient Buildings, a crossroads, a graveyard, a cafe and creeping vine everywhere. There was even a cathedralish church. It is pretty clear to me that my experience was being filtered through my expectations. The overall layout of the town fit the more or less classic crucifix proportions with the end after the road shorter than the end before it. On the right hand side of the small end was the church, while on the left side was the graveyard. Off to the left was wild swamp and to the right was tilled land. It seemed to be a few minutes before sundown on the right side but a few minutes after sundown when I was looking to the left. All it was though was scenery; there didn't seem to be any life to it.

I walked from the end of the street towards the crossroads, passing mansions and strange little shops. When I got to the crossroads I remembered one thing I should do before leaving. I needed to give offering to Exu Loki whose veve I had used back on the darkside of the moon. Unfortunately I didn't seem to have anything with me to give. The only thing I could think of was the sort of reiki rub my hands together and then point the palms to give of my energy. I didn't that and suddenly I held in my hands a warm fresh loaf of some kind of bread. I breathed in deeply to smell the aroma. It was banana bread.

"Thanks, that will hit the spot," a male voice said.

I spun around to see where it came from and there was a figure seated casually, grinning at me from the patio area of the cafe. I find if very hard to describe this figure. It was Exu-Loki-Elegbarra. He was a sleek young white black haired grizzled white haired black man. He was wearing an old fashioned formal black suit, almost like an undertaker's but he was wearing it loose the tie, top buttons and cuffs all undone. Either across or leaning against his legs he had a gnarled black cane that seemed to be a snake. The things that stood out to me the most were his gleaming almost flaming eyes, his teeth and mouth, and the way he moved his hands. I remember moving like that when he rode me. He was one of those uh people that you would call a character or even a card. My grandma would have called him a card. He reminded me of my grandpa, still youthful and mischievous despite his age. I got the feeling that everything about him would piss off the other Lwa-Aesir.

We chatted about nothing for a little while and he gave me a coffee. He ate the banana bread. That was… odd. He never exactly seemed to move. I always noticed or saw him just as/after he finished some discrete step. He was holding the loaf in both hands as if to tear off a chunk, then he was holding a perfect slice in his hand then he had just taken his first bite then his second then the third then he had just taken his last, his finger just touching his teeth.

After he was done the loaf and I was done the coffee I asked him what buildings I should check out and he replied that it depended on what I was here to do. I told him I wanted to meet my Met Tet. He laughed, said something about me being impatient, and then he explained that all I had to do was walk through the doors into the cafe proper and whoever was waiting there was my Met Tet. He then gestured for me to get up and walk through.

Inside the cafe was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was maybe a head taller than I was then, dressed in this pink whale boney corsetty type dress that showed a lot of breast over the top. I swear that her hair was black or dark brown the first time I saw her but ever after it has been blonde. Her skin was the beautiful cafe au lait colour.

Then I noticed in the corner among the shadows sat HIM. He was this old gnarled man with one glaring eye and something dark covering the other one. He was dressed in this big black coat with this flattish brimmed hat. He looked like a shootist from the old west as he sat with a big bottle and glass of Rum or Whisky on the table in front of him.

"Two of them?" I heard Exu Loki say from outside, "that's interesting. Pick one, you can only go with one at a time." (not strictly speaking true as I discovered later)

He was old mean and scary and she was PRETTY! I went with her, Ezrulie Freya. Don't hold it against me, I was only thirteen. Then I have vague memories of going shopping and gossiping about boys. She seemed to be almost my age after I chose her.