When figures from your imaginal world show up years later in spaces you have just begun exploring, you realize how mundus imaginalis functions. A beating heart that always links you with the cosmos, revealing something about your own arc of participation.
A while ago, when I was researching stories within my Motherline, I came across the mention of a witch called Tusheeta said to inhabit the Sulaiman mountains. Tusheeta drew me into an investigation of what life for a woman—a witch (yogini)—might have been like on these mountains near where my Nani (grandmother) probably lived. Tusheeta appeared, drew me on this exploration in the form of a long poem, and, as mysteriously as she had appeared, disappeared from the internets.
I had shared the first section of the poem that was coming through with Orion Foxwood, traditional witch, conjure-man, and faery seer. Orion confirmed that I had contacted a powerful presence. Writing the poem helped me "internalize" Tusheeta's messages. (The poem was first published in Wyrd & Wyse and is a part of my forthcoming collection, Bright Parallel.)
Then last week, imagine how amazed I was to come across a reference to "Tushita, the Joyful Pure Land, Lama Tsongkhapa’s and Maitreya Buddha’s pure land," while reading about Khadro-la, the state oracle of Tibet and said to be a dakini.
It is almost as though we are on a wilful trajectory set by our soul, which knows when it is ready to receive new information from still unfamiliar places in our spiritual topography. As I dwell on Tusheeta/Tushita, I wonder what this unfolding will bring forth.