Caer Caradog in Church Stretton

Caer Caradog in Church Stretton

It has been a while since I last posted. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I’ve been putting my energies into re-establishing. I’ve been recreating some of the facets of my existence which used to be a part of my life before druidry began to become a major feature.  The increasing strength of my quest for the Western Mysteries had crowded out … well, sheer enjoyment. Spiritual delight had become the overriding goal, along with learning. Now, after a period of grief, I felt I needed to re-discover some joy. I don’t think that’s the whole reason for letting the posting slide. These things are never one cause or another directly – they are often an amalgam of smaller distractions and interactions which take the...

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

Beacon Hill, or Caer Digoll, is accessible either from a short walk up a path used to access the nearby radio masts, or it can be reached by following Offa’s Dyke Path. We approached from the nearby road because it’s Winter and the shortest day of light in the year. It would be nice to see it in Summer though, approaching by the ancient track. Before we even arrived M had felt the pull of the place, and the sense that we were expected. “Something“, she said, “is excited about our visit.” I tuned in and felt that it was the community of elemental spirits which inhabited the hill who were excited about our imminent arrival. Nice to feel wanted, right? I felt the hill needed a spiritual fire re-lighting even before we got there....

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...

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...

Reconfigurations and Repurcussions

Reconfigurations and Repurcussions

It was the first energetic thing that I could bring myself to do after Kal’s death. I knew what needed to be done, but I needed a week away to even begin to get enough space between the event and what I needed to find the strength to do. Energetically, shamanically, we had discussed the concept of clearing death energy many times. This was not the circumstance in which I ever intended to use such practices. Yet the fact remained. Kal’s energy needed to be released from the spot where he had died. Only I knew that. Only I knew how to do that. Only I cared that it was done. He would only have wanted me to be the one to do it. So I had to stiffen up the sinews and go back there. Back to the slopes of Dinas Bran in Llangollen. On the way it looked so...

Lammas 2015 P7 – The Troll of Carnasserie Castle

Lammas 2015 P7 – The Troll of Carnasserie Castle

After a hearty breakfast at the Loch Melfort Hotel – a hotel with stunning lake views and roaming highland cattle – we checked out and made our way back to Kilmartin. We had passed signs on the edge of Kilmartin for a castle called Carnasserie, and this would be our first stop today. Later we would head to the museum, but first we wanted to take a look at the castle. Kal and I split up to work separately, as usual. I asked for a place of preparation, and the dowsing rods took me over to the remains of what appeared to be an old outer wall or tower, which now afforded a stunning view of the valley below. This was located to the north side of the Renaissance castle. As I began to allow myself to attune to the vibrations and energy frequencies of the...