This wonderful poem by Amara Bronwyn MacEachern Hollow Bones sums up, in a nutshell, everything about the specialised shamanic path that I write and teach about.
We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
and put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths
to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we’ve always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again.
Today is St Martin’s Day or Martin Mass. It would have been 1st November, before the Gregorian calendar replaced the Julian one in 1582. Yes, that’s right … it would have been on Samhain, the day of the bone-fires.
Today is also Armistice Day – to commemorate the signing of the armistice agreement to mark the end of World War 1. What a coincidence… er, or maybe not. Continue reading
I’ve always planted by the phases of the moon – in other words, sowing seeds for flowers and herbs when the moon is waxing, and seeds for root vegetables when the moon is on the wane. There’s nothing New Age about that planting method … any gardener worth his salt knows that this is mighty effective if you want a good crop, and I think even scientists know it. But I learned something new and magical last night, from a friend. Continue reading
It was so heartening to see how the locals and even others, up and down country, pulled together in unison to help us overcome everything the Death Eaters threw at us, a year ago. There being no loyalty among thieves and dissemblers, it is the one thing they wouldn’t have bargained for.
I’ve been building up to writing this for days, but holding back too, because I’m not sure if people are ready for it. Just now, I journeyed in the way of shamanic trance to ask the spirits of the Land, to get confirmation, and was told “Yes, it’s true. You’ve been joining up the dots correctly. This has been a deliberate destruction of the holy springs of Avalon, and it’s coming from the other lands.” Continue reading
In recent weeks, the rhetoric between the climate camps has ratcheted up considerably, like a barrage balloon about to take off in these strong gales. I think a fair amount of it is being artificially created, not least by George Soros who’s probably personally manning the bellows with his sleeves rolled up. Nevertheless, we have to deal with it.
One of the memes which has been thrown up and is eddying around currently is something along the lines of the Earth being Mother Earth, a living and breathing entity known as Gaia, and that all this “extreme weather” is Her punishing us for polluting Her – and lashing back at us, in some way. Continue reading
You may be only just now waking up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to the news that the recent flooding of Britain is the result of EU policies to deliberately create wetlands in the UK ….. and that is shocking enough. For some, it’s been about as traumatic as when you discover that Father Christmas is actually your Dad. So then, to have to go on to learn that these EU directives are being driven by something deeply sinister, known as UN Agenda 21, may be more than you can take. If so, please don’t worry. Go and have a lie down…. but bookmark this page first, so that you can return later, hopefully with a nice of mug of tea and a chocolate biscuit, because this is really growing up time now. Continue reading
It’s no wonder that when Chris Smith, the head of the Environment Agency, arrived on the Somerset Levels today, he was running scared. Apparently, he didn’t let anyone know exactly where he would arrive, and when.
He didn’t even tell the local MP. Continue reading
by Vincent Andersen © 2013
That’s fine. Neither do most people….who don’t have to live under them. But chemtrails are not just something you believe in, like some believe that there will be 75 nubile virgins waiting for them in Heaven if they just kill a few infidels. There’s no documentary evidence for that. But there is documentary evidence for the existence of chemtrails which is overwhelming and inescapably conclusive, and so here’s just a taster for some of it. Continue reading
Amid concerns about a possible false flag attack on the Olympic stadium, it might be reassuring to know that the Olympic Park ~ as well as the whole of the Greater London area ~ is protected by a pair of nine-mile-high giant spirits who are quite visible to the naked eye, if you know where to look. Continue reading
Chris Hardaker (author of The First American) is discussing his new e-book, Washington DeCoded: A New View of the Capitol, with members of our forum. His book is about the Freemasonic geometric features mimicking symbols from the Great Seal which are embedded into the streets and avenues of Washington, D.C.
There was a wonderful day, a while back now, when I went to sit with the Holy Thorn. He’s just a stump now, after he was attacked and destroyed more than a year ago now. But He’s still ‘in there’, so to speak. It wouldn’t take much for Him to revive. He just needs some tender loving care … and a bit of a chat, from time to time. Continue reading
I recently journeyed, in shamanic trance, to the Cave of the Grandmothers, an otherworldly location that exists in the Isle of Avalon, or the inner Glastonbury… and there, I received a very special message. Continue reading
A while back, there was a rivetting and quite dramatic interview with the writer David Wilcock in which he broke down in tears because he believed that his life had been threatened over what he planned to expose about various shady financial machinations of the’global elite’. Continue reading
“Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep pretty darling do not cry…and I will sing a lullabyeee…” Amidst news of the recent global turmoil, this Beatles line keeps running through my head. Once there was a way to get back ‘home’. Or at least, once there was a way to know who was speaking the truth. Not any longer … Continue reading
I just heard that the US administration must shortly decide whether to grant uranium mining rights on sacred sites, the Grand Canyon and Mount Rushmore. It reminded me of a story from a local gazette in the early 1900s about artifacts being found which showed that the ancient Egyptians were mining uranium there thousands of years before the ‘white man’ discovered it. Continue reading
We relish our supposed developments, be they technological, psycho-spiritual or wherever we put our mingling little minds to produce a new color, shape or sound. But we miss the fact that where we truly excel is in creating myths to cover our co-opting and rebranding of traditional elements, and we clap with delight when shown the same things in different packaging.
As a child, I was given a globe of the Earth and, gazing at it from my bed at night, I would see a warm, welcoming and loving mother. Later on, after being subjected to many a Geography lesson, I was left with the view that the Earth was a piece of inanimate rock randomly spinning through Space. But now that my consciousness is becoming more alive, I’m seeing the Earth as alive again too. Continue reading