Sometimes it all Comes Together - Why I am Called to the Order of the Dead

I have known for a long time that my spiritual path wasn't quite right.  I wasn't getting smacked upside the head by the Gods or anything - not until recently anyway - but I just Knew.  Most of that changed when I joined the ADF and started studying with them. Suddenly the things I believed my whole life made sense and I was with a spiritual people who agreed with my  view!  All the years I studied with Wiccans (because they were all I could find) I chafed at their explanations. They seemed close but not quite right.  Once I started to realize this and decided I had to find the right path, I was guided to the ADF and I could feel some of the pressure release.  My steps were finally getting onto the right path.

Yet still, I often felt like I was walked beside my path instead if on it.  Things changed a couple days ago.  I was in my online chat for the Dedicant Path students and while discussing the Ancestors, it came up that around here I could tell something wasn't right. They weren't mad exactly, more exasperated because I was missing the something.  Knowing myself, I had a feeling it was something obvious. It was. It came up that I spent several years of my life as a Forensic Anthropologist and during that time I began to feel that the Dead needed to be honored.  I was dealing mostly with the skeletal remains of Native Americans (over 1,000 years ago, so no tribal affiliation) and I always felt bad for them. All that time ago they had been cared for and buried with honor, but since the 1920's they have been wrapped up in newspaper and paper bags and stuck in boxes. All because we wanted a road to go through their burial place.

The Order of the Dead came up in this online conversation. THAT is when I felt the smack upside the head. Ah. Of course. Where else does a person who spent years literally working with the dead and trying to restore their honor belong? It didn't stop there.  That night, I was flooded with images of all the times over the past few years I had received messages that my path is with the Underworld.  Then yesterday morning I was reading my long-awaited copy of  Sacred Fire, Holy Well. I reached the part discussing Danu and Bel. That was when the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Finally, an explanation that made sense to me! I wanted to take some time thinking about it, but I keep feeling there is no need. I was just delaying the inevitable and I needed to get off my butt and do it.  So here I go. It is time to join the Order of the Dead. I can finally feel relief and pleasure from the ancestors around me.