blogging a true path
In the last part of my Imbolc story for this year Julia and I have moved from the Knypersley Reservoir area and we’ve shifted about 10 miles further north to the wonderful remnants of a once massive set of megalithic structures. All that remains now is the barrow and tall stones known as The Bridestones, … Read More “Imbolc 2016 p4 – The Bridestones Light Circuit” »
There was more to my visit to Gawton’s Well at Imbolc. Not only had I been fortunate enough to be given my new quest for the Imbolc to Spring period, but I was also about to learn something important about the way that land spirits are formed and how their influence is distributed. Having felt … Read More “Imbolc 2016 p3 – Gawton and Criss-Crossing Lines” »
We were at Gawton’s Well. I say “we”, as I was with shamanic friend Julia. I was sitting beneath one of the guardian yew trees which congregate around the well head like static souls. Perched parrot-like I was rocking myself gently into a trance, intoning various snippets of near-silent whispers of wisdom. I was imparting my … Read More “Imbolc 2016 p2 – The Flame of Brigid” »
I had the feeling that Kal was with me since the morning of the 2nd February. He was impelling, encouraging and inviting me to re-start my spiritual cycle of following the year’s special energetic high points. My tarot draw done recently showed the figure Dagonet as the over-arching influence of this year. This is the … Read More “Imbolc 2016 p1 – Bursting the Bag of Light” »
In the final part of my Winter Solstice story I will be revealing a conversation that I had with a spirit of the land, and I feel that it may be a little controversial. It will certainly push some buttons for some. Believe me that my only intention is to reveal the communication. The content … Read More “Winter Solstice 2015 p3 – Spirit of the Lakes” »
The night parked up at Castlerigg was turbulent. A storm raged harshly all night keeping is awake for most of it as it. The motorhome was rocked violently, but held steadfast as it took the brunt of the westerly wind which slammed against it. As the Winter Solstice arrived at 4:40am I was awoken by … Read More “Winter Solstice 2015 p2 – Storms and Crows” »
I had a vision. Months ago I saw myself standing in Castlerigg stone circle at the Winter Solstice. I was striding into the centre of the circle, staff in hand, dressed in full druid robes and I had a beard – the kind of beard you can hide snacks in. I was then leading a … Read More “Winter Solstice 2015 p1 – Castlerigg and the Violet Flame” »
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