When people criticise President Trump over wanting to build a wall on the southern border of the United States, and the Democrats insist that it’s immoral not to have open borders, they may not realise that they are mouthpieces for an evil Death Cult that, for all its insistence on environmentalism to prevent climate change, is flying in the face of Nature and how She builds life.
If Mother Nature believed in open borders, there would be no Universe. She uses the Vesica Piscis to organise Her Work; some call it “the womb of life” because from all the walls and borders that are produced from it, the shapes of the creation are built to produce the Flower of Life and the Fruit of Life, that flow between the realms of spirit and the realms of materiality. Its mathematical dimensions make it transcendent in nature because its shape spirals out into infinity in ever-increasing circles, and it also spirals in, into infinity, in ever-decreasing circles.
That’s why sacred buildings from time immemorial, such as Glastonbury Abbey, have strong parameters of stone-and-mortar that were constructed according to the designs of those who understood those laws, and they also engineered a huge wall around this temple and its precincts, made of local Blue Lias stone, to protect “the holiest earthe in England.”
To the Druids, long before Christianity, Christmas was about the Birth of the Faery Babe, or Radiant Child. This is the story that I see being played out what other people call the Glastonbury Zodiac on the Somerset Levels, a 10-mile wide circular landscape temple where the “stars have fallen to the Earth” to create 13 giant earthworks – as the map shows below:
Tonight, we enter the Winter Solstice in the sign of Capricorn. To me, this is such a beautiful time when there are unique energies at play from the “Christmas spirits” that can heal the emotional despair and suffering accrued during the previous thirteen moons, and send rejuvenation, fresh hope and inspiration for the coming turn of the calendrical Wheel.
In Earth alchemy and Arthurian legend, the longest night of midwinter, caused by the Sun reaching its furthest point away from the Earth and then returning three days later, on Christmas Day, is symbolised by the death of the Old Wounded Fisher King and the birth of the new King, otherwise known as the Radiant Child. This bursting forth into joyful and victorious rebirth was symbolised by alchemists as the Peacock’s Tail, for which, I think, the aurora borealis is the perfect sky metaphor.
Who was Merlin really? It’s a question I often get asked.
Well, we have to go back to the 12th century, when a school of scribes was appointed by the Norman conquest to win the hearts and minds of the unruly Celts, and they reinvented Merlin from an already-existing native, mythological shaman called Myrddin Wylt.
Below is a YouTube video I made in 2015 about the magical energies that prevail and the root traditions that support us to flow with them at this special time. In short, the word Halloween comes from All Hallows Eve, named as such because it celebrates the winning of the Hallows, which are the talismans of Sovereignty to be won by the mythological zodiac hero after he falls into the Underworld at Scorpio.
I took this photo today in Wells Cathedral of the carved effigy above the tomb of John Drokensford, Bishop of Bath and Wells (1309 – 1359) to show his gaping-mouthed fish headgear which is archetypical of the initiate.
If I was asked to describe, in just seven words, what you’ll learn to do from my new book, Stories in the Stars, it’s this:
How to reincarnate into your own life
Why is that?
It’s because ancient myths are actually the vessels or arks of our ancestors sailing the seas of Time and containing, deep in their submarinal holds, precious messages about our innate holographic relationship to eternal astrological and alchemical cycles which drive each of us along our life’s path.
Over thousands of years, these orally-transmitted wisdom teaching stories have been twisted and bastardised into fake histories in order to serve various and changing political imperatives. And they have been concertinaed, truncated and dumbed-down to satisfy the appetites of light entertainment through the shifting narratives, over time, of the mytho-industrial complex.
I’m a sort of story archaeologist who digs up the originals of these epic tales that were drawn in the glittering night skies of the last Ice Age. I brush them off and then break down their meanings in the simplest of terms, so that we can unlock the doors of our perception with their metaphorical keys.
Once we understand the substance of the messages our ancestors left for us thousands of years ago, we realise the value and meaning of human life, and finally know what to do with it.