Shamanic Lands 2 – The Colour of the Winds

Shamanic Lands 2 – The Colour of the Winds

In this second part of Caithlin Matthews‘ talk at Shamanic Lands this June I will recount how she described the colour of the winds. This was the heart of her talk and as well as describing their colour (from which their attributes can be surmised) we did a practical discovery session where we were asked to detect the direction of the wind which was blowing on the day of our birth. Another attribute to add to the more usual zodiacal associations that we tend to use. I hope my hurried notes do justice to this fascinating talk, but what can’t be transmitted are her confident manner born of deep study, her ability to switch between erudite detail, incisive analysis and pertinent collation, then burst into song to illustrate an aspect or bring a point to...

Shamanic Lands 1 – Discovering the Twelve Winds

Shamanic Lands 1 – Discovering the Twelve Winds

At the beginning of June I was privileged to attend one of the most inspirational and heart-warming, not to mention educational and amusing weekends I have ever known. Shamanic Lands is a series of seminars which seemed custom-made for me. Not only was it centred upon the notion of recovering the shamanic teachings of our own lands, but it also sought to reach out to other shamanic cultures to allow for a comparison of practise and belief. The icing on the cake was that three of the speakers whom I have been trying to get to see individually would all be there in one place. I would get to see Philip Carr-Gomm, Caitlin Matthews and Patrick MacManaway all speak at the same event. Despite being in London – not a place I associate immediately with shamanic work...

Return of the Spirit of Creation

Return of the Spirit of Creation

Any creative act can have its moments of high intensity, and then some lulls. When you have a creative project under way the lulls are like having a headache – you don’t really want them and you feel as though they are somewhat forced upon you. So it was that this month “real life events” began to get in the way of some writing that I am doing, just as the speed of the work had reached a manageable and satisfying pace. Some of the events were very mundane, but in a twist of The Wheel of Fortune the other event was something which would, once again, inspire me to pick up where I left off, and indeed to accelerate the work. I find myself in a London hotel room near to Euston Station. Hardly an inspiring location, except that I have a small...

Foraging in Spring

Foraging in Spring

M always knows the right gift to get me for special occasions. This year she had bought a day course in foraging with a gentleman called Richard Prideaux at Rhewl in North Wales. It was an excellent choice. On first meeting Richard he oozed confidence in his information – it was information borne of of a passion which was both studied and experienced. Our small group soon began a journey into the beautiful Spring countryside where edible wonders awaited. Here is a list of all the different things we discovered we could eat when walking no more than a couple of miles of country track:- Young Beech and Hawthorn leaves Opposite-leaved Golden Saxifrage Dock leaves and Nettle tips Wild Garlic and Hedge Garlic Wood Sorrel – tasty, and safe in small...

BeWilderCamp – June 25-26th 2016

BeWilderCamp – June 25-26th 2016

Is it time you got away and went a little deeper into Nature? I have teamed up with a friend who is expert in outdoor skills and together we have devised “BeWilderCamp“. It is an opportunity for you to be wilder, more in tune with Nature, and to do some deep meditation to reveal your spiritual connection with the force of the world around you. If you’re interested, call Lewis Herridge on 07880 506 466 and he’ll book you in and answer any questions you...

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

The scene is this: Beltane. Dartmoor. Dense mist. Two figures are seen stumbling about through moss-dressed old trees, and clambering up hills, heading towards an unseen destination. The impartial observer would wonder why they were bothering, as they don’t seem to be walking a dog. But the impartial observer wouldn’t realise that the two figures had no choice – it was destined, and their bodies were merely aligning them with the inevitable conjunction of time and space. M and I felt like we were the only people on the moor. It was mid-morning and since leaving Down Tor we had not seen a soul.  It was entirely possible we were the last people left alive after an apocalypse, or we had accidentally stepped into a separate reality where the ghostly...

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Dawn broke on Burrator Reservoir. Very few people noticed this fact, for three reasons: it’s a ridiculous hour of the day to be awake; there were only a handful of visitors to the area; there was such a dense mist that you couldn’t see the reservoir unless you were actually in it. No-one was in it. A number of wild ponies prepared to play hide and seek with each other. The air warmed to a jot above freezing, and the day relaxed a bit now that the cadavers of the victims of the Beltane Death Cult had no doubt been discovered and recovered. We had done the hard work the day before, by driving for a number of hours (incalculable due to boredom) and now we were in the vicinity of two interesting stone circles that I am going to use the adjective...

Bad Luck and Bad Energy – Beltane 2016 P1

Bad Luck and Bad Energy – Beltane 2016 P1

I had a crazy idea. How about we take the motorhome down to the west of Devon on Beltane, and then come back the next day? It’s only a seven hour drive each way? Somehow – put it down to the persuasive powers of Spring energies, I managed to make this seem like a sensible trip. Maybe M knew how much I wanted to go and see two new stone circles. New things make me tingle. Beltane is the best of the festival dates, too, I feel. In combination my enthusiasm must have been enough to make the madness seem plausible. We drove for hours. Luckily, nobody in their right mind was driving south on Sunday. As we passed Gloucester we felt we needed to stop off and eat our prepared picnic. I looked at the map and saw that just off the M5 was the B4066, and on that...

Spring Dowsing 2016 – Dowsing Professionally

Spring Dowsing 2016 – Dowsing Professionally

In the second of my posts about my visit to the British Society of Dowsers‘ Spring Symposium in Worcester I talk about my meeting with the personification of wisdom, and how this meeting inspired me to push forward in my own work. I was wondering what to sign up for in the second half of the day. I decided to nip out and walk one of the labyrinths which were sprayed onto the grass in the quadrant outside. Everyone else seemed to be busy buying books, eating or nattering. I had work to do! Outside I used my dowsing rods to find which labyrinth would guide me best, and I walked one of the three available. The sun was out strongly now, and the light accompanied my walk making me feel enlivened and in the right state of mind for the second half of the...

Spring Dowsing 2016 – The Energetic Henge

Spring Dowsing 2016 – The Energetic Henge

Recently I attended the British Society of Dowsers‘ Spring Symposium in Worcester. It was an all-weekend affair, but having seen the line-up I decided that I would go down for the Sunday only. I decided not to book onto any of the courses in advance, but to wait to see what happened when I got there. That’s just the way I do things sometimes. I checked into the wonderful Pitmaston House on the Saturday evening, and spent the night walking around Worcester, getting a feel for the place. It was mainly very nice, but it definitely had a darker side to it if you looked closely. Which British town doesn’t? I was soon crowded out by the noisy Saturday night drinking/bawling crowd and made my way back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep in the...