Thursday, March 18, 2010


A few days ago I had a chance to chat with Baron Samedi and I asked him if he was related to the Greek god Pan. Both the Baron and Pan have strong shamanistic ties and a deep-earth energy. Baron certainly deals with people more than Pan but both have their connections to death and the subconscious mind. They also invoke similar feelings in me…they make me horny and sleepy. Both entities are connected with nature, sex and the cycle of life…you know, the uncontrollable wild things that frighten us most.

Anyway, Baron replied that they are of the same wind. I thought that phrase was so beautiful that I had to immediately write it down. We are of the same wind. Oh my, that is poetic.

I never thought much about Pan until I read the book, the Findhorn Garden. In the book, Robert O. Crombie (“Roc”) tells of an encounter with Pan that greatly influenced his (and my) life. It’s hard to think about Pan without recalling the energy I felt when I first ventured into the plant spirit path. Many people talk to their plants but few of us wait to hear an answer. Unlike Roc, I have yet to have a conversation with Pan but I can feel him in the silent forest, when the smell of earth is thick. Pan smells like compost.

Pan is of the old, silent chthonic energies, the type of energy that really scares people. I never experienced true silence until I found myself alone in a thick German forest. The type of silence only allows for deep introspection and some find that silence to be terrifying. I admit, as I have gotten older I have more appreciation for silence.

While I enjoy walking around in any form of nature, I can only sense Pan in the forest. We are lucky in Central Texas that we don’t have to drive too far to find some woods. However, as development increases, we are left with fewer and fewer patches of woodland forest, pushing Pan further and further away from us. I seem to recall in the Findhorn Garden that in traditional gardens a part of the garden would be (and should be) left wild and undisturbed. This is probably to leave space for the wild things.

Leave space for the wild things. I think I’m gonna make that my new motto for life.