If you only knew how many theoretical posts we had in the background, waiting for a quiet day…. but most of them never see the spotlight of this blog site. It’s not what we’re about, really – telling you how to do stuff. We’re more about showing you the possibilities through our experiences. Yet, occasionally, a theory post slips through the net, because we do have ideas. Lots of them. So, here’s one about the subject of luck.
Many people regard me as being “lucky”. I seem to sail through life unhindered by the many afflictions and wrangles which most people seem to have in their lives. I certainly regard myself as having a “charmed life”, especially when it comes to dangerous situations. Luck is one of those concepts like “coincidence”. It is a component of a magickal life. Without luck one is resigned to a life of struggle, strife and repression. With luck comes freedom, inhibition and risk-taking. We can begin to see why luck is a much-valued and much sought-after commodity.
We need to differentiate luck as a commodity, or a by-product of a lifestyle versus perceived luck as a product of intervention. Some people say that we are being “watched over” – maybe we have a guardian angel? Such an entity offers us the chance of intervention when events might turn away from our “natural”course in life. I understand that concept, and in some situations I think that could be a viable interpretation for how we escape some potential accidents.
There is also the luck that people perceive to be involved in windfalls, or the sudden accumulation of wealth and power. Largely, this is a product of placing oneself in the right place at the right time through hard work; or of becoming involved in the chance, no matter how small, of winning something. For example, I might be lucky, but if I never enter the lottery then I’ll never win the prize! Knowing what I do about this form of luck I can say that if it is in your spiritual development to win such things then you will, and when the time is right. Otherwise, it’s just chance. Sheer chance. ‘Luck’ doesn’t come into it.
I also think there is a more general condition which we would call “luck”. This is the luck which allows one to easily move through life without being affected by restrictions and unwanted human interventions. Often “luck” as a concept is all bundled together as one idea, as though there is only one form of luck. I don’t believe this is so. I think luck comes in different forms, and I know that it is possible to work with at least one form in order to promote a smoother transit through life. Let’s examine this type of luck in more detail.
After the traumatic events of Imbolc only three weeks ago. It feels like an age ago. I was ready to see what remedies if any could be put in place. After all, I had apparently foisted a Soul onto (into?) a Dragon that didn’t want it. All because that tricky Caileach had maneuvered me into it.
Of course that isn’t a fair assessment of the situation. I have to take a good proportion (if not all) of the blame. being self responsible is a trait that I have picked up over the years and I like it.
So I was ready to venture forth and see what the lay of the sacred journey land was. I had got in touch with Gwas and had settled on a destination of Nine Stones Close. After all The Oak resided at that sacred site and it had been a watcher (a part of the gathering) at the Druids Circle on Imbolc. So it was a windy and very wet Friday late afternoon that we set off on the hour-and-a-bit drive to Derbyshire and Nine Stones.
One of the other concerns that was on my mind was my ability (I know, I know) to affect the weather on our sacred journeys. As you know, coincidence aside, I have been quite successful in bringing good weather from bad on almost all occasions (if not all) when we have been on pilgrimages. The brutality of the weather at Druids Circle had utterly knocked my confidence of that ability. Of course there was a little bit of me thinking…it was the Ice-Dragon. But I wanted to know. The reason centred guy inside of me wanted to know whether the weather still reflected by trust and confidence in it.
Which made the rain and wind that we were driving though even better. It wouldn’t have been a proper test if the weather had been sunny to start of with would it?
Pretty much from the start of our drive to finish it rained, then believe it or not, as we stopped the car, so did the rain. Right at that moment. I was quietly hopeful. Tender hooks is a good description I would use. “don’t rain, don’t rain, don’t rain” were the thoughts that I was sending out to the universe as we walked along the paved (the farmer had partially tarmac the path) path.
Half way (along the walk) to the sacred site, Gwas felt a call to visit a nearby cave. Honestly, I didn’t want to because, I wanted to make the weather last until we returned to the car. But no, its got to be done properly, no cheating. So off we went to the cave, where we encountered a grumpy goblin (see pic).
There was no obvious purpose for me at the cave and so after a few minutes we ventured further along the muddy path towards Nine (as you know, it’s actually four) Stones Close.
After some careful manoeuvring we arrived at the Sacred Site and (for me) The Oak. As is my SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) I asked whether there was anything I could do for the site. The answer was no. All was well. I then asked whether I could learn something at this time from the Oak. In particular about the Ice-Dragon affair. With a sigh, I got a clink of the rods, Yes!
Gwas and I have often found that we need to prepare in some way before a commune or work can take place and so I asked whether this was the case and where did I need to go to do this. Quite amusingly, the rods took me to within a foot of where Gwas was already communing. Coincidence! I’ll do a post at some point as to what preparation has meant for me, so hold on for that.
After preparing for a few minutes I was directed to the edge of one of the stones, which was protected from the cold wind. Thank You for that! Within seconds (and I mean seconds) I was in commune with Oak. If you recall I helped Oak regain its aura a few years ago.
Is there anything that I can do for the Ice-Dragon, could I get the book back? I could tell that Oak had a sad tinge to its voice. “No, what has been done, cannot be undone.”
I felt that there was more, so I pressed with an “And…”
“The plan of Caileach was thwarted to some degree however. You were meant to bind the dragon, but you didn’t”
I didn’t understand and as I thought that, my own words were replayed back to me…“I have the dragons soul book. Reclaim it. I give it to you without question of return or debt. It is a gift, freely given”
Oak spoke again, this time, it’s voice had a smile behind it. “Your own nature came out there…’without debt’, ‘gift’, ‘freely given’…That was what made all the difference. Instead of being Bound, you have created a Bond. The implications are staggering!”
I was left thinking for quite a while after that, then my attention turned to the weather. I was about to ask whether my ability had been impaired. There was an impatient cough from Oak. “That is just your own pessimistic self view” It said, almost with scorn, “Look!” it added and I did. I looked around at the well-lit evening sky. Clouds surrounded us but above was almost clear and even at this time of the early evening a crimson light could be seen on the horizon. I let out a sigh of relief. I still had it!
The Ice-Dragon was still a concern for me and the Oak could tell it was on my mind. “To interact with it, you will need to merge with your double” it said, “Only then can you commune with it in safety” I was about to ask, when would that be, when…”Equinox!”
I had one concern left…Caileach. I hadn’t felt her presence around me at all since Imbolc. What was our relationship status I wondered and indeed asked. “It is not her, it is you” Oak imparted. “it is your energetic state that is stopping that. You think and feel in small terms and miss the monuments”
Abruptly, I knew we were done. I looked around and (by coincidence) Gwas had finished his commune at the same time too. We lit incense as an expression of gratitude and thanks and walked back to the car, in complete rain-free weather, with a tinge of crimson on the horizon. Gwas agreed, weather ability? Intact! And just to add to the perfectness, it rained all the drive back.
Kal Malik – Seeking that elusive Energy Double.
Nature has a way of rebounding things on you in a kind of cosmic joke. I had just run out of posts and was wondering what I could write about next. Spring Equinox is still a way off (this post written on the 14th Feb), and outings will be rare due to the extreme weather of late.
I turned, instead, to the tarot cards I had drawn at the start of the year. Ivy had been and gone now that Imbolc had passed. The next Tree Angel Oracle tarot card I had to contemplate is Rowan.
The information in the accompanying manual says that Rowan is the font of creativity. While this card is ‘active’ I should expect to receive inspiration for any creative endeavour. How handy is that, considering I ran out of posts?
Here is some more information talking about the influence of the Rowan tree on druidry. It’s from the ever-useful Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids.
“Rowan is one of the trees associated with Saint Brighid, the Celtic patroness of the arts, healing, smithing, spinning and weaving.”
“ …the sacred tree of February”
“Rowan is one of the nine sacred woods burnt in the Druids’ Beltaine fire. ”
“Rowan is also associated with dragons and serpents – sacred Rowans were once guarded by dragons.” (link)
So, the fact that the card was drawn to cover the period from Imbolc to Spring seems remarkably appropriate. The way that this tarot system works continues to blow my mind and expand my consciousness! The link to Brighid is something that I need to bear in mind in this period – it will help define which sacred sites to visit.
The idea that the rowan wood was burned at Beltane suggests that this would signify the end of the influence of the creative period.
Of course, anything which mentioned dragons or serpents is something which this blog instantly translates into “earth energies”. I will look into this association a bit more in future posts as I begin to dowse the link between earth energies and rowan trees at this time of year.
A whole new area of investigation has opened up!
Like a greased eel this post nearly slipped out of my grasp. It’s March 2014 and before the Spring Equinox launches me off into an orbit of seemingly never-ending work I thought it would be a good point to mention the “almost rans” of the last year – those aspects of my work which seemed random, inexplicable, and without any obvious annual resolution.
Of course, in this game, some spirals are larger than it’s possible to perceive and things come around on a very long trajectory, like a kind of Planet X.
I’m sure you will find these loose threads fascinating, but they also act as markers for events and information that might become important in the following years too. I document them here as a reminder of what might be built upon in the forthcoming year.
1. The Serpent Eating The World
At Belas Knap long barrow I was shown an unusual energy formation. The energy flowed the entire length of the top of the structure. The shape of the formation was an undulating sinewy form which culminated at the semi-circular “entrance” of the barrow. At the pinnacle of the mound could be found a circle. I recognised the image as a snake with its jaws around the world.
Interesting that the Earth is depicted as female energy, whereas the snake is formed of male energy. Perhaps the symbolism is sperm and egg, rather than serpent and world? Certainly, fertility was a theme at this site. Yet, in a world before microscopes how could this biology have been known to an ancient culture?
The formation has always been there since the creation of the mound. How had it persisted? Who had created it? Why had they created it? I found some vague answers, but the formation threw up more questions than answers. It makes me wonder how many other sacred sites have such energy forms?
I never quite know how these things come about, but a friend of a friend of a friend of Kal’s mentioned something about their house being haunted, and next thing you know Kal’s inviting me to call them to arrange a visit.
Now I like to be prepared. Hence, there were introductory phone calls, confirmation calls, and a rough background on the likely encounter was established. Then I set about dowsing what I could about the situation. For example: How bad was it? Was it urgent? Was I about to face a wave of mutilation? I mentioned the ‘job’ to my wife, M, and she said simply “Annabel.” OK – I would keep that information in my pocket and see if it was relevant.
Over the next few days I consulted with my spirit guide to see whether I could obtain any guidance about what I might need for the work. Having been working without tools all year I was prepared for the answer, and sure enough it came back as expected: no tools were needed for this work. So, I asked if I needed any spiritual assistance. That answer was more helpful – the image of a glowing Archangel Michael kept appearing. Now, I don’t do angel cards, I don’t have angel images around the house, and I don’t go round telling people about angels. However, their interventions and appearances since visiting Iona last Autumn Equinox have been rather exciting and incredibly helpful.
I decided that although I wouldn’t use them I would still take my “sword and shield” crystal and stone. They would act as a reminder in case I needed urgent assistance. I kind of associated Michael with the Sword and Shield symbols anyway. I felt calmed and reassured by the idea that I could call upon a force that I knew to be so energetically powerful. Michael would be my trump card.
I visited a local coffee shop to wait for Kal to join me. Normally I would order a coffee, but for some reason the idea repulsed me! Instead my attention was drawn to the soft drinks area. I picked up a fruit juice, but again the feeling of repulsion kicked in. I put it back down, moving my hand towards something which didn’t have this repulsive feel. Only a bottle of pure water seemed acceptable. I sat in the coffee house with my single bottle of water feeling a little put out. I really did like my coffee, and all I could smell was coffee! I sipped my water and waited. Strange. A sort of purification, I mused.
The Fun Begins
We pulled up at a typical suburban semi-detached house which was already decorated for the up-coming Christmas festivities. It was an inviting house and a modern couple – Jenna and Harry – greeted us, telling su that they had sent the kids away for the evening to be looked after.
We sit and chat with the householders – a lovely couple. Kal decides to play sidekick letting me lead the discussions and intervening to add another perspective. We get the background.
A girl, dressed in a nightgown, long hair, face never seen, both parents have witnessed her separately. The husband has seen her in the upstairs toilet room. The wife felt her get out of her bed and then saw her walking on the landing heading to the toilet room. Both appearances were between 2am and 4am.
The couple insists that despite the time of day they were fully aware and awake at the time of the events they witnessed.
This post is out of sync with the other posts. It should have been posted before Imbolc, but our experiences on that day took precedence. So, here it is at the start of March, over a month since it happened! Hey – that’s the way it goes. Sometimes we don’t have enough stuff to post, sometimes posts are bountiful! This post will be talking about a visit to the Llangernyw Yew tree, where I discovered something interesting about “death eating” – the process of absorbing death energies.
Previously at this yew tree I had been given the name “Death Eater“. I considered it like a Scout Badge – another tool in the plethora of skills and experiences which make up the modern druid. I had read Ross Heaven‘s books about the Sin Eater – an old and now lost profession which bears a striking resemblance to the Death Eater methodology that I had been shown, except that it had taken on a symbolic ritual involving the consumption of food. I don’t know whether practitioners still retained the concept of soul absorption.
As the Wikipedia article says:
“Not to be confused with the ’80s pop singer Sinitta“
A Hearty Meal
It was unusual to be in the churchyard in daylight. We normally visit at twilight or in the dark. Not for any nefarious purposes, just because that’s the way it pans out. Today we had daylight, and so I felt Like a normal visitor to the yew tree! I settled into a power centre next to one fo the lower branches, a familiar place which had been once again pointed out by the dowsing rods as the best position for any work today.
Soon I was in tune with the tree, and the images and messages began to come to me as I asked whether there was anything for me to learn here today. There was, and I felt the exciting ripple of new information from outside of my own thought processes, and recognised that the yew was communicating with me. What was it saying to me today?
I needed to ensure that I had read as much as I could about Henbane. Countless encounters with spirits, guides and psychics had reaffirmed this, no mater how bewildered I was that I needed to research the properties of a well-known poison! For what purpose, I didn’t know. Nevertheless, I diligently sought out and read all the books I had on the subject. Or so I thought.
Henbane and I
I have been redecorating my study. It has taken my several weeks to get everything out – my extensive library and music collection particularly – and then to decorate, re-furnish, and replenish the study. Now it is finally in a fitting state. Now that I have new bookshelf space I was surprised to come across a book in a completely different part of the house which I felt should have been in my collection in the study. It was a book of healing herbs! I looked up Henbane. No, I had not read this entry, despite having read every other possible entry in other books. I read the information on the morning of Imbolc. The first line of the “uses” section made me jump: “Used in the treatment of asthma“.
I have been struggling with asthma for almost thirty years. I have almost overcome it through a combination of steroid inhalers, vigorous aerobic exercise, and recently with the help of a friend who is working for Forever Living. He has put me on a treatment program which has added a little boost to my own efforts. Nevertheless, I have always been seeking the one final natural cure. Here was a possibility. I was being guided to it. Henbane.
I realised what I needed to do – this year I needed to gather Henbane, then prepare an essence of the plant. I would create my own homeopathic remedy for my asthma! I was excited. This was uncharted territory, and if there’s one thing I knew about Henbane, it was that it was deadly poisonous! Extreme caution must ne taken. But wow – the possibility!
This is to come in the second half of this year. For now, let’s leave this subject and go back to my other topic – what will I be doing from Imbolc until Beltane?