Tempest's Experiences With the Horned God The rustling of leaves, the drumming of hooves ...and a shadow crossed over you....meet the Horned God How I met the Horned God.... Well, after kidding (and I was just kidding!) around that I was a closet Dianic Witch, the Horned God apparently didn't think it was so funny anymore and made a grand appearance, and pretty much since then has kept Himself around. So many of you have requested to read about these experiences, so I have posted one of them below. Anyway, I came to the conclusion He was making himself known to me because He wanted artwork (duh, I'm an artist...wonder how long it took me to figure that one out?)...and after searching the web for hours on end, I must say He has good reason----there is very little artwork or writing about Him. I have found that He has a wicked sense of humor, doesn't like being left out, and definitely has something to say. This incident concerning the Horned God happened I believe late last spring or summer...I was leading a group of about 15-20 people in a trance meditation (very deep, very intense guided meditation...some would consider it astral projection..) When you lead a meditation, you really hover between the two worlds...this one, and whatever one you're journeying in, rather than being totally immersed in the latter....So, I was leading them along a beach where a structure similar to Stonehenge was, with a great big dolmen in the center, which was "the Memory Stone"...when they touched it, they could travel through glimpses of past/present/future memoriesŠas they touched it, the Horned God arrived on horseback and offered to take them for a ride along the beach...wherein, they would slip into a lull and divulge deeper into the memories they glimpsed....Well, as I was saying this, I heard someone come up the stairs---we were meeting in a 3rd story old wooden building, so you can really hear someone on the stairs..I thought it was my husband because he is a fairly large and tall man. The person then stood directly behind me...could even feel the hairs on my neck stand on end...I opened my eyes and turned to confront my husband and quietly scold him for making a racket and found NO ONE there---but yet, I could still feel that someone was there and they had a very distinct masculine odor...afterwards, when i had brought the group out of it...no one had heard anyone come up the stairs--even those who usually fall out of trance at the lightest sound. Well, since that little "show"...he has pretty much kept himself around and made a few comments....so that's one experience =) I will be listing others as I have time.