The Uneasy Chair – P2 – Autumn Equinox 2016

The Uneasy Chair – P2 – Autumn Equinox 2016

Autumn Equinox. A time I had promised myself a solitary journey to sit in Idris’ Chair – Cadair Idris – the lovely mountain whose shape reminds me of a sleeping dragon, curled up with his head pointing to the western shores of Wales. Having been to Dinas Emrys already, now came the time to climb. The day before I had been off work ill. I very rarely get ill, but it was a sneezing cold which I didn’t want to spread, and so I spent the day recovering. Now, in real terms, this was the way I felt I could recover properly – by filling my lungs to the very depths with fresh Welsh mountain air. I had everything ready – a bag with layers of clothing; candles and torches; incense and dowsing rods; snacks and water; a sleeping mat, a...

The Sun and Moon in balance – P1 – Autumn Equinox 2016

The Sun and Moon in balance – P1 – Autumn Equinox 2016

For Autumn Equinox this year I decided to make use of all of the available light. I would start early in the morning, and I would head to Dinas Emrys. It had been a while since I had been there, and it had been mentioned by a few people in the weeks prior to the Equinox. It seemed like it was calling me, perhaps? From Dinas Emrys I would then proceed down to Cadair Idris – the legendary mountain associated with the bard Taliesin. I had been reading “Awen: The Quest of the Celtic Mysteries” by Mike Harris, and this had inspired me to go seek out the connection at an appropriate time. This was that time. My aim was to sleep alone on the top of Cadair all night, and then to walk down in the morning. The legend associated with the mountain is that...

Back in the Ancestral Feasting Hall

Back in the Ancestral Feasting Hall

It is not very often that I get to work with the ancestors, and even less so that I work with other people. On this occasions I got to do both, and the results surprised me. I was at Conscious Camp, and there was a ceremony hosted by the delightful “Rainbow” (by name and nature). It involved the whole camp being invited ceremonially into the big tent and then began a long evocation of and dedication to the Earth Mother. During the ceremony we were asked to contact our ancestors, whoever we believed them to be. I didn’t have to think about that too much having already contacted them…. (wibbly wobbly dream time screen….) I settled into a meditation – not easy when you’re packed into a tent with a hundred other people. You...

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...

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...

Gop Hill bares all – Part 2

Gop Hill bares all – Part 2

In the second part of the story of my visit to Gop Hill with the shaman Debra I will reveal a powerful change to the energies of the place, and how we dealt with that information. The sky was unashamedly grey, as though pigeons were gathering in dense flocks. I surveyed the sky for any blue – it was distant and the air had a cold bite without the sun’s warmth. I decided not to care about the way this made me feel when I considered the destruction of the plant life around the hill’s base. I decided to let the Spirit of Place tell me what was needed here today. Beacon blaze and disconnection I first try to connect to the hill itself. After what feels like a cold eternity there is a moment of warmth – in my mind I see a beacon of fire ablaze...