It is said that when Britain is in the direst peril and needs him the most, King Arthur will arise from his grave and return. We know this because we used to hear rhymes about it while still in the cradle – bardic poems that hail from of an age that Time forgot, when our ancestors carved stories about the Once and Future King in the green and pleasant hills of Avalon and then left them there for the salvation of mankind.
These esoteric dramas are as rich and fertile as the black peat laid down in the soil of those salt marshes and flower-filled meadows because they are threaded through with deep spiritual teachings that come from gentler, slower days …when both treasure and pleasure were measured by meaning and a man’s dreams were valued more than gold.
The deeper significance of these stories is only visible to those with the eyes to see, of which there are few today. Yet they are still faithfully acted out, every night, by colossal earthwork giants on a massive stage that is lit by stars shining down into an oft-flooded cauldron-shaped landscape reminiscent of the Holy Grail.
So let me use my skills as a shaman and mythologist to guide you along this winding pilgrimage which digs under all the religious and political glosses to excavate the esoteric messages that our earlier ancestors have enchanted and engineered into Avalon – a huge, royal diamond-shaped Merlin’s Precinct of more than 100 square miles.
The Holy Grail
In Stories in the Summerlands, I explain in simple terms how the Holy Grail is synonymous with the Philosopher’s Stone and the Vesica Piscis, and how local Somerset legends about Jesus and Joseph of Arimathea are actually vehicles for the secret codes of the Grailkeepers who, going back at least as far as the days of King Alfred the Great and the Knights Templars, have used this “land of the nobles” to underpin the spirit of Sovereignty.
It is no mere empty custom that every Christmas, Queen Elizabeth is sent a sprig of may blossoms from the Holy Thorn that grows on Wearyall Hill and that on Beltane and Samhain, the duel over the hand of the Queen of the May is celebrated by drumming and piping crowds escorting carved red and white dragons along lovage-lined lanes to Glastonbury Tor.
The ciphered messages of those custodians of the grail are still writ large in the art and architecture of the churches and cathedrals, keeping alive the wisdom of the Dragon Clans of old, despite the efforts of many a Christian bishop to eradicate it through the burning of abbey libraries, the dissolution of the monasteries and the grotesque execution of the last abbot of Glastonbury.
You will also learn in Stories in the Summerlands about the Weavers and Keepers of the Grail Mysteries who, like the Old Norse Norns who used words, pictures and music to weave the weft and warp of Wyrd, which we call consensual reality. They are also the three fairies of the spinning wheel of the Sleeping Beauty, who guard and keep her safe while she dreams so that eventually her whole court can be awakened by the kiss of the Prince. In other words, they are the creators of the culture that underpins the values of our social fabric, the material of which is kept in good condition by the telling and re-telling of these metaphorical stories which have been impregnated and enchanted into the land of Avalon.
As Shelley wrote: “Poets are the secret legislators of the world.”
I will explain all of this, and more, as I walk alongside you on a real pilgrimage of the soul in which you will develop the ability to recognise the esoteric wonders impregnated into the secret places of the Summerlands of Avalon. And once the hidden knowledge of the initiates of the Mysteries is revealed to you, you will be able to enrich your own life experience because it will open your eyes to the magic in your own land.
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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:
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.
The magic of the Sovereignty of the Land has long been hidden from us by many means, screens and schemes, and one way of preventing us from dis-covering it has been to change the meaning of words. For instance, let us consider the word ‘history’. ‘History’ actually comes from the 12th century Norman ‘histoire’, which in that language meant ‘story’. Thus, when discussing ancient ‘histoires’ we are dealing with a story that may or may not be true. However, it doesn’t matter for our magical purposes because, as I always say, the only difference between mythology and history is that myths are true, by which I mean that “history” is usually written by the victors who are bound to put a spin on their recorded events, but “mythology” contains deep and eternal truths that always remain true.
And so by engaging with what we believe to be history is, in effect, entering cognitively into the fabric that made up the consensual reality of our ancestors, and no matter how much the transcribers and translaters have, over time, taken that fabric, and cut and tailored it into different suits, jackets and dresses, the mythological truth still remains evident, in the weave, to those who have the eyes to see it. Continue reading