I will start by saying that I am a pagan priestess. I don't want to say which set of God's and Goddesses I worship as it is not important. I will say that I practice witchcraft regularly, I also teach both the history of paganism and basically every aspect of paganism and witchcraft. I humbly serve my Gods, Goddesses, the spirits. That is important to my experiences. Since beginning my journey as a pagan and now a priestess, I have had far too many 'coincidences' to pretend the gods and spirits do not hear and work with me.
I will share a few experiences/coincidences with you now.
So when I first moved into my condo, I was overjoyed to find out the people on the other side of my condo also practiced witchcraft. Although, I think they were dangerously uneducated and practiced rites and rituals they were neither qualified or educated enough to perform which I believe contributed to a few paranormal mishaps that otherwise could have been avoided.
What I'm about to share was the start of my lifelong journey. I was maybe 9 years old and my parents were semi-religious and worshiped a Christian God. My mom was the religious one and my dad just kind of went along with it, but I was always interested in paganism, witchcraft and finding the truth. I was reading a lot about the work that Aleister Crowley performed and little 9 year old me decided I would wait until everyone in the house was asleep and try it. It was a one night ritual and included an invocation of a certain spirit. I had never practiced any form of witchcraft before and took it very seriously. I basically did a invocation and petition ritual. I said "show me your strength, show me your true, and I will serve you. I will follow you." I ended it with "show me your words are true. Show me that you hear my words."
Exactly three days later, my mom and dad had a bonfire at my house. My dad was a tattoo artist and used to have big bonfires and do tattoos out of his studio downstairs. He had some big black man named Vincent who happened to be a spiritualist, and a priestess of hoodoo come to get a tattoo.
I was sitting outside on the front steps of my house by myself just kind of hiding from the adults. This man, Vincent, who I have never met before came and sat next to me. I looked at him and I swear, he had a presence about him. Vincent gently grabbed my hand and lightly squeezed it with two hands, he looked me dead in the eyes and said "sister, we heard your words." I was stunned. I didn't tell ANYBODY about the ritual I had done and certainly didn't want anyone finding out at that point. I just stood up and looked at him. He stood next to me and said that the night before he had a very vivid dream and it was a young girl with red hair (I have red hair) with her back turned to him. In the dream, I was underneath a large tree. He said that he went to walk towards me to talk but once he got closer, he saw that I was talking to an old man with one eye. As he was approaching us, the old man said "I hear your words and I am with you". He said he then suddenly woke up.
I was so incredibly excited to hear this but also scared. He said that he wasn't going to come to my father's house but last minute decided to come and he now sees why he was meant to come. He said as he looked out my front door, he saw me from the back as I was sitting on the steps of my house. He said that he knew it was me in his dream and that he was meant to be there at that moment.
That was the start of a very beautiful and powerful journey. I have had many other experiences that I hope to share soon but this was the very beginning for me. A life changing moment.
A very interesting story, I'll say... The part when you mentioned talking to a one-eyed man Made me immediately think of Odin Alfodur, the chief Norse god (I am an Asatruar). Skal!