I have been where the warriors of Britain were slain,
From the east to the north:
I am the escort of the grave.
I have been where the warriors of Britain were slain,
From the east to the south:
I am the escort of the dead! *
While the faery midwife Brigit the Bright One‘s time is Imbolc in February, when the snowdrops and crocuses are just beginning to be born into the light, the season of Gwyn ap Nudd is the dark of winter, which he wins rulership over by a duel with the Lord of Summer in October at Samhain.
This is an extract from a chapter in my next book, in which I decode the gospels to find allegories for important astrological and alchemical processes.
We know the story of Jesus feeding the multitudes at his sermons on the mound with just a handful of fishes and loaves.
But did you know that that it is a parable that hides an important astrological-alchemical principle in its inner meaning, which goes back to the ancient myths of the mages of Alexandria?
Here’s how someone with the eyes to see what is hidden in plain sight would read the story of the loaves and fishes:
It is not the purpose of human life to overturn governments. It is the purpose of human life to engage with our lessons that come from our ancestral spirits, to learn how to reincarnate into our own lives. In that way, we can blaze a trail in carving out a sacred space in our own lands so that the children and grandchildren of our ancestral lines will be born into a peaceful and protected existence under the rule of law, which will give them the optimal opportunities for spiritual growth when they incarnate. We have to prepare the way for them. We have to to sweep the hearth, to keep it clean.
I can’t help noticing some amazing synchronicities with modern political times as I write about the Elizabethan alchemist John Dee and his purported discovery of the recipe for the Philosopher’s Stone in Glastonbury, for my new book, “Stories in the Land.”
John Dee spent more than three years, during the late 16th century, being feted by the minor princes of Europe just as the continent was beginning to bubble up into the Thirty Years War. It was a patchwork quilt then of tiny principalities that were just starting to wriggle out from under the iron grip of the Holy Roman Empire after Martin Luther had nailed his notice to the church door in Wittenberg which called out the corruption of the indulgence-taking popes and priests.
That odious oik Alastair Campbell was on Nigel Farage’s LBC show on Sunday, sporting a t-shirt emblazoned with the word “Reality” and haranguing Leave voters that they’re just fantasists who believe in unicorns.
“Unicorn” seems to be their latest buzzword – replacing the word “Nazi” now that it’s becoming clear who the masters of the Fourth Reich really are. Speaking of Nazis, Peter Mandelson used it again on Radio 4, this morning, fighting to save his EU pension. He was explaining that we didn’t know what we voted for because we are not in touch with reality. This from a man who had to resign from high office in this country TWICE for financial corruption.
Campbell and Mandelson need to go back to their propaganda scriptwriters who obviously don’t realise the importance of the unicorn to our sense of Sovereignty. In Somerset, the spiritual heartland of Britain (or the “land of the nobles”, as King Alfred the Great’s Druidic scribe described it, under the four royal stars of Aldebaran, Antares, Regulus and Fomulhaut) just about every church bears a royal coat of arms featuring the lion and the unicorn.
The People are Sovereign. They are intrinsically Sovereign through their connection, in their Rivers of Blood or DNA, to the Ancestors in the Otherworlds. The portals between these Worlds are opened and closed by the gatekeepers, the Fae, in cooperation with shamans that are entrusted with this sacred work on the Land.
The People, in turn, elect representatives to take their views to the Parliament (Parle-ment, Anglo-Saxon for a representative assembly of speakers) and this – and ONLY THIS – is what makes our Parliament Sovereign. Other countries have copied this method of governance because, until now, it has been successful as when it is truly representative, it has the blessings of the Otherworlds. and this is why Westminster is known as the Mother of all Parliaments. Continue reading
We are all familiar now with the famous Tunnel from those who come back from the Realms of the Dead and recount their near death experiences. But another common factor in these accounts, and yet one that is little reported, is the overwhelmingly ecstatic feeling of love that surrounds them during their brief sojourn to the Other Side. And far from them coming under the harsh judgement of a Jehovah-type God who sternly weighs their “sins” in the balance, there is only a gentle self-assessment, which is often kindly supported by their ancestral spirits, that informs their view about whether or not it would be the wisest course to return into an often broken, and thus painful, human form, because their “appointments” on that rung of The Ladder of the Wise had not yet been met.
Many who return to This Side find that their new realisations cause their life to change, and they take up new interests – and sometimes new trainings and new professions – in order to better align themselves with their life’s purpose. This is all to the good. However, it is a little-known fact that one can reach the Other Side without going through the death experience, and it is by following a technique I call the Ecstasy of the Heart.