Ash and the Lightning Path

Ash and the Lightning Path

Conscious Camp. I’d heard of it from my friends who attend my weekly meditation. They had raved about it all year, and at first I wasn’t interested, but when they enthused about the number of activities and how they fitted completely with my druidic lifestyle, then I succumbed. I went to the Autumn Conscious Camp in the village of Glyn Dyfrdwy near Llangollen on the A5. They were right. It took my less than an hour to get the vibe of the place, and it was a wonderful vibe. Such beautiful lovely people all there to improve and come together to improve their mental and spiritual states. Ahh… this is what it’s all about. Anyway – I couldn’t just loaf about – this was a perfect environment in which to continue my work, my...

The Wye Connection 

The Wye Connection 

I cannot now tell you what prompted me to choose this destination. I think I was looking for a dolmen that I had not been to before, and which was within 2 hours drive of home. I think I narrowed the search down to the county of Powys in Wales, but as this is a huge county that wasn’t much of a narrowing! What resulted was this nice-looking dolmen structure about two hours away. That was as much thinking as went into the decision. I set myself a destination of the nearest town – Rhayader. I noticed, with interest, that the general area was close to the River Wye. That is a river that holds a particular fascination for me, and I have no idea why. I love the Wye Valley, Monmouthshire, that Powys region – the whole thing about it. I was about to...

Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

I have not been out recently. Circumstances. Laziness. Work. Combinations of all three. This has led me to run out of posts for the first time in a long time. Trawling back through some of the drafts which I haven’t worked on yet I found one about a visualization which occurred during a session of Shamanic Lands this year. I will describe the vision, and then I’m open to interpretations as to what it could portend. I can remember whose session it was that triggered this vision – it was Sandra Corcoran talking about meeting the dream animals. I remember the imagery because it seemed very relevant at the time. We were asked to go into the Underworld, where we would meet an archetypal animal spirit guide. Well, it doesn’t take me long these...

Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas is a bitter sweet time for me now. I remember well last year’s visit to Kilmartin in Scotland. This was the last proper outing that Kal and I had together. This celebration is therefore tinged with a knowing that it not only marks the end of the Summer, but it also is a reminder of my new solitude. Solitude. I have always felt comfortable being on my own, yet I do miss the casual acquaintance of friends and seekers on the way. It’s more profitable to check in occasionally, to have to explain yourself to someone, to hear their news, to argue your points. When you argue with yourself you are more inclined to let yourself win. I decided that I wanted to go out on my own for this festival day. When I asked for guidance on where to go I was given a...

Merlin and the Spirit of Albion

Merlin and the Spirit of Albion

It’s not often that I bring the information from my meditation group into this space. In fact, this may only be the second time. However, when we are working with the larger energies and several people get exactly the same information, then I think that is more than just personal information – it’s information for all to learn from. The energy I asked the group to consider was The Spirit of Albion – the spirit of these lands. Most of the participants found this easy to imagine. I asked them to rise above the islands and consider the land as a whole, and then invited the spirit of the land to come to meet them. Next I asked that the Spirit of Albion show them a place in the land that was special to them, and then for them to be connected to...

Bran reconciled at last

Bran reconciled at last

This has been a funny year. I’m not the only one to have said so – other friends have also mentioned that they have found it difficult to make progress this year. Loss, grief and illness. They set you back no matter what your beliefs. So it was that I found myself unable to prevent myself from going out, and feeling that I needed to go and work on my quest for this time of the year, which was “Find the bosom of the winds“. Only two issues with that: I had no idea what it was about, and there wasn’t a breath of wind on this stifling hot July day. Undeterred, with Kal‘s spirit of reckless adventure in my mind I set off following whatever direction I felt I should go in. Surely, I would be guided if it was the correct thing to be...

When healing is rejected

This is a short sad story. Whilst M and I had been away from the house so much over the summer, and with the hot humid weather we had been having, our hen house had become infested by red mites. Now, these little folks are deadly to hens. They infest their feathers and suck their blood, leaving them anaemic and weakened. When we discovered the tiny little things all inside the hen’s nest box we took action to try to get rid of them – cleaning the hen house inside and out seven times over a period of two weeks, and assailing the mites with every solution we could read up about. We thought we had control back. Then, one evening, M came into the house distressed. One of the hens was acting oddly. She wasn’t moving much, and was flapping her wings...

Unexpected angels

Unexpected angels

I don’t work with angels much. For several reasons. The main reason is respect. I respect the power and majesty of these energy forms so much, that my limited experience of them leads me to limit my interactions with them to moments of necessity. However, I don’t mind when the tables are turned and an angel decides to pay an unexpected visit! I was invited to join Debra Delglyn and her colleague Neil Brocklehurst. Neil was one of these people who I have somehow managed to avoid meeting for a long time, and so it was a delight to finally meet the man. He was a picture of calm and confident assurance. This man clearly has wisdom to dispense, and the fact that he was prepared to do so without a fee was humbling and deserved both my attention and my...

Stonehenge – where the druids live

Stonehenge – where the druids live

M and I were returning from Brittany. We had been spending a lovely sun-soaked week with my aunt and uncle parked up at their home near St Malo. My father was also there – which was a rare family get together – and I embraced the week as just that. No mystical work – just a week off enjoying the french lifestyle. We had also spent a delightful and insightful day with Oona Gewlloch (of Wizart fame). This Brittany druidess had shared with me some of her secrets regarding her carving skills, and how to prepare the wood of my staff. At the moment the staff was still an oak branch, but I was determined to make a start on The Merlin Staff once I got home. Oona reminded me how a dedicated and skilled druid could live in harmony with the surroundings. I...

Return to Mont St Michel

Return to Mont St Michel

Brittany has to be one of my favourite destinations. On this holiday we were making our way through Normandy in order to get there, and so it was an obvious point on the route to include the marvellous Mont St.Michel. Somehow I have always managed to get to the French site, but have never managed to get to the English counterpart – St. Michael’s Mount. Just one of those odd things. Another odd thing is that I don’t think I will be going back to Mont St Michel for a while. It’s not the place itself, it’s the way that you are now made to feel like a factory farmed animal and are herded onto buses with bored drivers, miles away from the village in order to be unloaded close to the entrance. It’s efficient, and it’s free, but...