The Oregon Country Fair beckons me every year and so again we made the trek down. I usually over pack with many odds and ends that i may need but this year I left hastily, only bringing essentials with few accents.
I am living in a house numbered six which is supposed to induce one into soul searching which is coincidently what I have been focused on since I moved in. I have been reading/researching thoughts and ideas centered around spiritual enlightenment knowing that I feel a purpose here which needs more definition.
Upon arriving to the fair, we drove around in a circle three times to find the perfect camping area. I spotted a couple who I was instantly drawn to but for whatever reason we ended up setting camp a little further down the road. Within an hour of setting up camp we were surrounded by somewhat overbearing hippies and the husband of another couple nearby had a very bad faint or possibly a seizure. We called for help and tried our best to assist…. but finally we moved our camp to join the couple I had spotted initially and the vibe improved instantaneously!
Our new friends were beautiful and fun if not just the perfect kind of crazy. We had created in that moment a community that I intend to keep. We looked out for and were ever-generous with each other. It was exactly perfect.
We worked at our usual Blazing Salads booth during the day, wandered the fair, ate yummy food, watched funny skits, slept in a field filled with stilt-people and various entertainment and finally ended up back in our perfect little community which grew daily to encompass more and more amazing people.
I had set in mind a goal for the fair as I do every year. The fair is a magical place where energy manifests into form. I set an intention every year and this year I needed some answers. I wanted to be shown my path.
On Saturday night I had a dream yet I was vividly awake. I became very centered, very grounded and in firm words “I am shaman” was heard throughout my body. And I was united with my purpose. Erik was shown to me, eyes closed and smiling with a crown that was gold with silver, emanating light. The gold symbolized the ability to heal and the silver the ability of insight. Clarity engulfed me.
I got my wish and my dream…..and my purpose!
It is wonderful to find one’s purpose. I for one, however, believe in a more existential way of life – existence precedes essence, as they say. While some might find this dismal, I find it liberating to define my own purpose.
I agree with you though – the oregon fair is a superb place to be!