Tagged: Sovereignty

Where Sovereignty really comes from

The kings of old would undergo Sovereignty rites similar to the horse sacrifice of the Celts on their coronation day. That evening, they would lie with a cuen, which is the Anglo Saxon source of our word “queen”.

The cuen would be a shaman skilled in evoking and awakening the two energetic serpents which, during sexual intercourse, would rise up the body and interweave, just as they do on a caduceus, to create the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon within the human being.

This, I hasten to add, is a real physiological experience in which the Other Worlds break through into this one. Once the serpents reach the cup-shaped hypothalamus, which resembles a chalice or grael, they look over the rim to excrete red and white drops of elixir that, upon reaching the base of the grael, swirl together to create the catalyst which causes the explosion of the light of a thousand suns.


The beautiful gilded chalice 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.


This beautiful gilded chalice 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.

The Holy Grail

This is the real meaning behind the legend of the red and white liquids carried to Avalon by Joseph of Arimathea. It was the final Mystery teaching of Eleusis; the holy grail of the knights of Arthur Pendragon and many a serpent-grappling hero of yore from Hercules to Michael and so on.

Initiates were forbidden from revealing this inner alchemical process, upon pain of death, because it was strictly reserved for kings and pharaohs, tsars and emperors, those who held the Sovereignty of the cuentry, the country.

The cuen would rarely sit on a throne and share political power with the king, although there are exceptions to every rule; the beautiful Kiya became Pharaoh Akhenaten’s wife after he apparently – and euphemistically – fell in love with the aroma of her hair on his coronation night. But usually the cuen was the power behind the throne.

The ruler often married the daughter of another king for diplomatic purposes, but the cuen was the source of his claim to the Sovereignty of cuentry. She was the bridge between him and the nature spirits. It is what is behind the expression “the king marries the land.” The king married the spirits of the land through the auspices of the cuen in what was not mere empty ritual but a real, tangible experience of divinity.

If you’d like to know more about shamanic sex – when, where and how it was practised – it’s all in my book, The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar, available on Amazon currently under my byline Ishtar Dingir.

Why the Mother of All Parliaments is Sovereign

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

The Near Death Experience and the Ecstasy of the Heart

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.

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St Cuthbert and the Spirit of Sovereignty

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

Who was Merlin really? And what does he have to do with Sovereignty?

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.

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Sovereignty, Shamans and Jung

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.

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Shamanic training with me in 2018

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,
we thought
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.

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