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.
A few years ago, before I wrote Reclaiming Sovereignty, you never heard the word being used. Now I hear the word “Sovereignty” being bandied around about quite a lot and usually being misused.
Sovereignty is not for the individual. It is for the tribe or the nation or however you define the territory of the land you live on. It is a gift from the spirits of the Land in return for work that the shaman does with the ancestors. It is how the shaman dreams new worlds into being. It has always been this way and so when Trump addresses the UN Assembly on the importance of Sovereignty to countries, he is using the term correctly.
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.
The recent discovery* about Stonehenge being used as the setting for a fertility cult with the standing stones casting phallic shadows at certain times of the year is causing a bit of a stir among dusty old academics. However, it will come as no surprise to my readers and particularly those who’ve read my book Reclaiming Sovereignty which goes into much detail about the sacred shamanic sex rites of our earliest ancestors that were fired up by the spirits of the land and how they were used, thousands of years ago, for the purposes of Sovereignty – to make kings.
When Odin claimed the Mead of Wisdom and Poetry it was the final episode of a larger mythic cycle covered partly by the Prose Edda and partly by the Poetic Edda. It records the origins of the mead and its passage through existence, returning full circle to its starting point. Along the way, the mead is met by several of the beings who inhabit the World Tree; suggesting all of these different beings contribute to the progress of wisdom itself.
The mead’s first ingredient came about when the Aesir and Vanir Gods agreed a truce after their futile war. They all spat into a vat and out of their spittle arose a being called Kvasir.
The Vanir Gods are associated with wilderness, nature, fertility and possibly magic. The Aesir Gods seem more associated with the protection of social order, “civilization” and religious observance. Kvasir embodies their differences and their common peaceful interest. He contains everything those deities stood for, a compendium of cosmological knowledge. As Snorri Sturlason stated in the Prose Edda “He was so wise that no one could ask him a question that he could not answer”.
My book, The Grail Mysteries, features the Vesica Piscis in a faery tale for adults about shamanic sex rites and Sovereignty achieved through the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon. So I thought it might be useful to delve down deeper into this symbol to show its metaphorical meaning.
The universe communicates with itself through pictures – colourful symbols and metaphors. Perhaps that’s why we find, as shamans, that symbols and metaphors are the main way in which the spirits talk to us, and we also use symbols and metaphors to talk to them. A picture speaks a thousand words, as they say, and it utters those words through the vibrational resonance of its sacred geometrical dimensions and colour and sound frequencies. Continue reading
I hope you like the beautiful wrought gilded chalice gracing the cover of my new book The Grail Mysteries as much as I do. It was commissioned by Abbot Suger of St Denis, France, in the twelfth century, while its sardonyx cup was made in Alexandria in the second century BCE.
Those who know about sacred sex magic will instantly recognise why Abbot Suger’s chalice makes a most appropriate cover for a mythic tale which explores that subject in depth. This chalice is symbolic of the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon, the alchemical operation that is at the heart of the ancient mysteries of the Grail which is about the shamanic form of sex that has always underpinned Sovereignty. Continue reading