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
Sometimes people use old myths about faeries, dwarves and wizards to build a cosy, walled cognitive space – in the same way that as children we used to construct camps from blankets and bedspreads in which to hide from the realities of the adult world.
However, the ancient myths were not meant for that purpose, and neither are my books, because these deeply rich allegorical tales contain wisdom keys that provide us with ways of meeting the seeming impossibly difficult challenges of the human condition. These challenges don’t change from generation to generation. The problems that we’re faced with today were also faced by our ancestors thousands of years ago. From the minute we give out that first scream at birth, we’re in a life-and-death struggle between good and evil, whether we realise it or not – and often our adversaries prefer us not to realise it, as they soften us up for the killing blow.
That’s why I chose the archetypal symbol of the sword to begin this series of lessons that make up these mystery teachings, which are based on the stories in my own books and particularly The Grail Mysteries. The last article, Lesson 2, was about the faery woman who raises the sword from beneath the frozen Hart Lake under the stars of Capricorn, and I’ve shown various ways of getting in touch with the faery gold buried within our own frozen emotional pain and forging it into our own Fragarach, the Sword of Truth. Continue reading
If you have followed my guidance in Lesson 1, you will hopefully have begun the process of diving down deep into the frozen lake of your emotions and using the heat of concentration – through visualisation or shamanic journeying – in the alchemic crucible of your own inner space to release them and bring them to the surface in the form of a faery sword.
In this article, Lesson 2, I will be referencing the image in my book The Grail Mysteries where a woman’s sword arm appears from beneath the white, frozen Hart Lake under the stars of Capricorn at the Winter Solstice.
This article forms the beginning of a shamanic quest for my readers to help them understand and work with the imagery contained within my books that are based on Celtic magic. So if you’ve just stumbled into this Mystery Teachings class, you may want to go to the Introduction first, and then follow the links from there.
Before we start the shamanic or magical work for healing the Wounded Queens with the Thirteen Treasures of Britain, we need to get in touch with what needs healing within us because our power will come from what originally disempowered us. Continue reading
Classic Grail literature, scribed by the Normans around the 12th century, concentrates on the Wounded King archetype – one which is immensely valuable for deep inner healing at the shamanic level. But I go back much further into the Celtic roots of these stories and so I will be describing, in a series of articles here, how to work magically with the Wounded Queen archetype because it is through Sovereignty rites that a Queen of the inner planes makes a wounded man into a King of Earth.
The doorways to the Enchanted Land of the Magical Queens is plain to see in my books and the keys to their locks are all there too for those who can recognise them. However, through lack of a proper education many today cannot recognise the keys or know what to do with them. So these articles will help you find them, and also teach you how to work magically with them yourself. This will enable you to develop your own connection to the spirit of Sovereignty of this land, which, in turn, will empower and enlighten you to realise your own inner Queen. Continue reading
Yesterday Wiltshire Police finally reported their conclusions from Operation Conifer which was their investigation into whether the late Sir Edward Heath, the PM who took Britain into the European Union in the early 1970s, was a paedophile who murdered young boys brought to his yacht, Morning Cloud, by Jimmy Savile from a children’s home on Jersey.
These allegations have resonance for the whole Sovereignty debate, as he has been accused of being blackmailed by German intelligence into taking Britain into the European Union.
In his speech to Congress on Tuesday, Trump was talking about how his movement evolved and he said: “Then, in 2016, the Earth shifted beneath our feet.”
Why did Trump choose that specific metaphor? Does he know that the spirit of Sovereignty rose from the land?
The true meaning of Apocalypse means ‘revelations’ and in our case, the huge revelations about what’s really happening on the world stage is leading us through a classic rite of passage into initiation and enlightenment over the next two to three years.
In this video, I explain how this kind of rite of passage is being fuelled by the spirit of Sovereignty, and how it can lead us to greater empowerment and also to find our twin soul or twin flame.
This is my first in a series of video broadcasts around the topic of reclaiming Sovereignty. I explain a little about how Sovereignty is a spiritual force that comes forth from the spirits of the land, otherwise known as the Fae or faeries. After that, I talk about The Glastonbury Declaration which we announced on the Winter Solstice 2014, and how – although we didn’t realise its full import at the time – it was a small stream that fed into what was to become a great surging tidal flood along the river in the battle for the Sovereignty of Britain and, soon after that, the United States. Continue reading
This is a real faery story …
The Bright World of the Gods was gifted into my Dreamtime by the spirits of the land that inhabit the other dimensions permeating the Vale of Avalon, in Somerset, England. These spirits are known locally as the Gentle Folk, or the Fae, although you might know them better as faeries. So this is a real faery story for enlightened adults from a benevolent Elder race whose role it is to guide the steps of humanity. Continue reading
There must have been shamans leading the tribes of Britain before the Roman invasion in the first century CE because they were all over the world, although not necessarily called shamans, which is a Siberian word.
According to their oldest stories, the Celts had their Dreamers, or awenyddions, and you can enjoy readng about them in book The Grail Mysteries.
But for those with eyes to see it, the stories contained in these myths are clearly built around much older templates that have common themes with ancient cosmological myths, some dating as far back 3,000 BCE. This doesn’t seem such a bizarre claim now that we know that our myths that were orally passed on by our ancestors who were Scythians, a nomadic tribe that swept down from the Caucusus Mountains after the last Ice Age, spreading to all parts of the Northern Hemisphere. Increasingly, historians are becoming convinced that those Scythians that went southwards towards the Mediterranean became the Celts, and those that went north became the Saxons and the Vikings. Continue reading
I find myself increasingly living in a world in which it’s difficult to reply to questions, because the common currency of communication is made up of ‘coins’ in which I no longer trade.
For instance, I was asked the other day, at a meeting of Greens, whether, given ‘the problem of global warming’, we should continue to rely on fossil fuels. Continue reading
It seems to me that the situation we’re in regarding the threat to the survival of our race has all the hallmarks of an initiatory test as part of a rite of passage.
What do I mean by rite of passage?
The rite of passage was a practice – and often still is among those indigenous tribes that remain – going back thousands of years, in which the boys would be taken away, deep into the forest, by the Elders, and there they would be put through their paces by facing natural dangers head on. The adversaries were real – and sometimes, some of the children would fail to overcome them, and would be killed. But those that survived to make it back to the tribe, came back men. In other words, they could only survive by finding their own natural intelligence which is carried in the race memories of the Rivers of Blood, as it’s known in faery lore. (Read more in The Faery wisdom about race… and the rivers of blood). Continue reading
How grace You fair the Summerlands,
When the Wheel revolves to Your command.
With tumbling tendrils of Your blooming hair,
Your perfumed breath woven into June’s air,
And soft, downy roses of Your cheeks pink,
Under apples honeying for ambered drink,
The moss-sweet meadows bubbling with springs,
Young cranes soar overhead with Your wings.
I’ve recently decided to concentrate more on writing poetry than long essays, but not because I want to hide in some irrelevant and anachronostic past-time …..far from it. It’s because I‘ve been coming to realise that what’s known as the ‘power of the bard’ is one of the true swords of the shaman or those in touch with the spirits. Continue reading