When she was just a young girl, my mother was the first to get to her dead father who had died of a heart attack in the outside loo, and had fallen against the door. Mum was the only one small enough to be able to crawl under the door and then, with her little arms, pull the dead weight of his body back so that the others could get to him. Shortly after that, she and her elder brother were outside chopping wood for the fire, and he accidentally managed to slice off the top of her index finger.
Insult was added to these traumatic injuries by the fact that her mother, my grandmother, was the sort who favoured and promoted the interests of her male offspring over her one daughter, who she would continually put down. Continue reading
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.
This video gives 25 mins of shamanic drumming – great for getting into trance! – which has been recorded on the great earthenwork effigy of the Phoenix that overflies the town of Glastonbury by local shaman, sound healer and author Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.
I’ve just been watching the birds on the feeders in my garden. I have two bird feeders and there are also two nests in my garden – one of robins and the other of house sparrows. And what I realised today, for the first time, is that the robins all like to eat on one bird feeder and the house sparrows on the other. There is no mixing. It’s not that the robins hate the sparrows, or that the sparrows think they are superior to the robins. It’s just a matter of what works best for all of them– and what has always worked best.
We also have flocks of starlings around here that make extraordinary patterns in the skies when they all meet together in the evening, to return home to roost overnight on the reeds of the marshes. It’s called a murmuration of starlings. There are also lots of ravens, crows, wood pigeons, cranes, hawks and owls – but you never see any of those birds flying with the starlings and messing up the patterns of their murmurations.
In other words, the birds like to hang with their own kind, and no amount of calling them racist or talking about diversity will make the slightest bit of difference to how they behave. It doesn’t occur to them to do other than will serve the highest good of their kind, for their sake of their own survival.
It is important to understand about the wisdom and knowledge of our earliest ancestors to avoid falling foul of all sorts of misunderstandings about space aliens building the Pyramids and such like. No, our prehistoric forefathers were more than capable of great engineering feats because they had an inner wisdom that grew out of their perception of their holographic interconnectness with the universe – a perception that has been lost to most of us today.
As the Fire-Worshippers of the Southern Bu-Kongo said: “Man’s environment is the world as a whole, and the latter’s environment is our solar system. Man is part of the stars — and the stars, sun and moon are all part of man.”
This perception of the holographic interconnectedness of man was once widespread upon the Earth and it was told about in their stories – which we today call myths. The importance of this interconnectedness was given great value by our ancestors, much more than we are taught to value so-called folk tales today, because they totally understood how the right narrative, told correctly, moulds the individual into helping him find himself and his place in the cosmos.
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.
In the last article, Lesson 3, Forging our own faery sword of truth, we discussed the metaphorical meaning of the Three of Swords, and I used an example from the Fey Tarot in which a male faery is rising from the sea with the dawn breaking just behind him.
Dawn is a major character in my books where she plays the same role as she does in the Tarot, which is to denote the promise or covenant of rebirth after ‘death’ – whether it’s just the end of a cycle in our lives or the final initiation in which we leave this dimension forever. For this reason, the character of Death in most good decks has a red, pink or apricot sunrise behind him. Continue reading