Magdalene Down Male Mysteries

After our first day’s information about the Female Mysteries of Spring, we went back the following week to learn about the Male Mysteries.

Magdalene Hill Burial Mounds.

This time we stood on the second largest barrow, where we had seen the Elder the previous week. As soon as we tuned in, he appeared and he instructed us to sit.

I felt as though I was in a class, as it would have been held centuries ago, but I was male. There were five or six of us being trained. The elder explained about our role in the Spring festival. We were a new cohort, and this was the start of our training. The Elder would instruct us on how to serve the Mother, both in what we did, as priests in training, and for the rest of our lives. What we were being shown was male priest training, rather than simply something for the festival rituals.

He explained that male fertility was connected to the waterways: the rivers and to the sea. I saw the Itchen river in my mind, running around he base of St. Catherine’s hill. As we were being shown the connection between the river and the hill, an image of Silbury Hill, near Avebury, with the water all around the base, popped into my head. I wondered if, in ancient times, the waters also rose at certain times of the year and flooded around the base of St. Catherine’s; the mound a pregnant belly that emerged from the waters of life.

Water carries fertility, like seminal fluid carries sperm. This is how they understood it. Because many female fertility sites were connected with waterways i.e., Stonehenge, Stanton Drew, etc., it fell to men to hold the energy of water-fertility. They were the active principle and the female was the receptive.  

River-tumbled pebble

The Elder, having explained about the importance of water to these young men, then went on in a more serious tone. He handed each one a rounded, river pebble. He told them that the water had shaped these stones, tumbled and smoothed them over many years. The water had the power to shape the hardest material, BUT, the stone was of the earth and the river ran THROUGH the earth. The water, on its own, was simply water. The Mother, Earth, was the channel/river-bed through which the water ran, it ran through her body. She was the foundation of all.

This teaching was to curb feelings of power the young men might harbour, believing that because they held the power to fertilise, this meant they were more powerful than the earth itself.  

At that point, to continue the lesson, the Elder told us all that we would now go to the other side of the hill, but to bring our stone with us. This was a couple of miles across the land for them, but necessitated a car-ride for us. From last week, we knew the men had their training by the river and that by the time of the Spring rites, they would proceed from there to the top of St. Catherine’s.

We drove around to the other side of Winchester, and tried to find a car-parking space close to the river. That proved tricky, as now everyone goes for coffee and a walk beside the canal! Because we could not find a space, we went to the water-meadows at. St Cross Hospital, where we had access to the river. This was better as it was the more natural part of the river; the part currently flowing alongside St. Catherine’s Hill is the navigation canal built in the late 17th Century.

We stood by the river bank and waited for the Elder to tell us what to do. We still held the stone. Because the Elder was not physically real, the stone he gave us wasn’t either. But, I had one in my pocket I had picked up somewhere. I’m always picking up stones! It didn’t have to be physical, of course, but it made it feel more real.

Itchen River, St. Cross Hospital, Winchester.

Standing by the river’s edge, the Elder told us that we had to throw this stone into the water. But, in throwing it in, we were handing over our ego, or sense of power and personal Will to the Mother. We were acknowledging that we, as men, served her. We were not master over her. In order to serve, we had to let go of all our attachments to power over others, over the tribe, over the land. We were making a commitment to serve her as she wished to be served.

It was a very solemn, and thought-provoking exercise. If we, as young priests were unable to let go of our male ego, our need for control, then we would be unable to serve in a fertility capacity and therefore would not be able to officiate at the Sacred Fertility Rituals, such as the Spring rites.

Because I was, effectively, a young man in this experience, I felt the seriousness of what I was doing and when I felt I was ready to give up my need for control and power, I threw my stone into the water, giving it back to the Mother, from whence it came. I accepted that she was more important than me and that I willingly sacrificed my need for power and control.

I was aware of the other young men in my group. Some were reluctant to let go, not fully understanding how it would impact on their lives. They were not ready. Some might never be and would go on to do other work within the tribes. But, for those, who were not quite ready, they would be given the chance to continue their training and repeat the exercise the following year. But that also meant, they could not be chosen to be a candidate in the current year’s Spring Festival. There was no judgement around this from the Elder, as they were only human and he understood the challenge of the sacrifice.

Spring Violets in the dew.

This experience, and the previous week’s one, was an amazing glimpse into how our ancestors worked with the very potent Spring fertility rites. The exercise, by the river and on the barrows, was quite a powerful one for the young men; the fear of letting go of personal power was palpable.

By contrast, the women’s rites felt free and joyful. There was such excitement and light-heartedness as they began the rites. But the men’s seemed quite serious, as if they had more to learn, more to let go of. But all were young. From late teens to early twenties. An appropriate age for Spring.

Next week, we’ll be up on St. Catherine’s Hill. It’s the culmination of the Spring festivities, the joining of the male and female energies, the festival that ensures fertility for the coming year. I am looking forward to seeing what we experience then. All we have to do is avoid the coffee-crowds.

Vibrational Essence Sprays. Nature.

These are just a few of the essences available, more will be added soon.

Postage and packaging included with the UK.

Shamanic Wisdom

Shamanic Wisdom: This essence was gifted to me by the trees in Micheldever woods, in Hampshire, on a 2.500 yr old settlement site of the Iron Age. It is an aid to Journeying, to finding your animal helpers, or Power animals and in finding your personal Tree-Teacher. Trees and animals are our brothers; our sisters. They are our animal-nature teachers. Using this essence opens a portal to their consciousness, allowing a two-way flow of communication between us and them. It puts us on the same vibrational level, making their wisdom accessible, as though we are speaking directly to them. Spraying this essence over your head, every time you venture into the woods or forest, or while Journeying, either in Nature’s realms, or as an energetic Journeying, will change your vibration so that you match the trees and animals around you. You will be on the same wavelength and therefore will be energetically aligned with them, making communication easier.

£10.99

pine-essence

Essence of Pine

2. This essence was a gift from an ancient Pine tree, that was planted in a church in Northam estate by Capability Lancelot Brown. To the trees he was ‘kin’, because he not only understood them as Beings but also worked with the Spirit of Place. He listened to the trees and planted accordingly. The essence is for those who wish to work specifically with trees on a physical level: planting them, caring for them and/or working energetically with them. It helps us to listen to them and to see them as Beings in their own right. It also connects us to Pine trees all over the world.

£10.99

The Essence of Birds

This essence was created at an Iron Age Hillfort in Dinton, Wiltshire. It was energised by an ancient Sweet Chestnut tree whose roots were anchored in centuries of history. The tree had many trunks emerging from one main trunk and as I watched the energies enter the bottle in the center of these arms, I saw the energy of raven settling in the water. I was told that the essence would help call the user of the essence to their Right Path. Through vision and knowing their feet would find the path they needed to be on, eliminating other unnecessary detours on the way. In the immortal words of led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven: ‘Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there’s still time to change the road you’re on.’

£10.99

The Essence of the Elementals

This was created at the top of Aire Falls, in the Lake District. This is a very light, faery-like essence which brings sparkles, joy and excitement. The feeling of joy as water falls over rocks, as it cascades freely down the hillside, creating tiny rainbows in the mist is what these elementals want you to experience. The pure joy of creation, and the participation in the excitement of Nature’s energy is freely gifted by the nature spirits of the waterfall, so that you too can share in their joy.

£10.99

As I organise the many bottles of essence I now have, I will continue to post them. These essences can also be put into soaps, so if there is an essence, or two, that you would like in a soap, just message me and I will make it for you.

Vibrational Essences

The spray essences come in 30ml bottles, either glass, or plastic for travelling. As much as I did not want to use plastic, I could not find any bottles light enough to have in your pocket. But, they are recyclable.

The essences are made at sacred sites around the British Isles, Ireland, Iceland and Egypt and are infused by the Elemental Guardians, and energies, of those places. Their essence is their gift to you.

Sacred Site Spray Essence

I always carry a bottle of water with me because I never know when I am going to be invited to make one. At a sacred site, usually while doing energy-work, the site guardian will prompt me to take out the water and place it, either in my hands with the lid open, or on the ground or a tree. Then I watch as the spirit of the place puts energies into the water. These can be their nature wisdom, dragon energies, solar fertility, or other energies that bring healing and knowledge.

I have built up quite a significant collection of these essences, which, like wine, grow in potency over time. Use them for personal use, or during healing sessions. They are particularly effective in sound healing. When you use them in a healing, such as Reiki, or meditation practice, they bring up issues around the energies of the essences.

For instance, If you use the Venus essence, it connects you to the energies of Love and beauty and highlights blocks you have around both. The essence then helps to clear those energies from your energy-field, bringing only the positive qualities of Venus.

Glycerin Soap

While I was in Egypt, I also made essences, some of which I have here in the UK. I was learning to make soap when my guides suggested putting some of a particular essence into the mixture. Later, when it had cured, I forgot I had done that and was using one of my soaps. I used it for three weeks until it ran out, but during that time I experienced a powerful healing. It had been a while since I had experienced a healing like that and couldn’t understand what had brought it up. Then I was ‘reminded’ of my soap!

Now, here in the UK and sorting out the essences I have collected, I am being prompted to make them again. Actually, it is more of a ‘prodding’. Either way, they would not give up until I gave in. So, I am also offering essence soaps, which are a great way to get the healing we need as we wash our hands every day. That way, you don’t forget to use it. I also use these soaps in the shower are they more moisturising for me than the commercial body-washes. I have dry, Irish skin!

The soaps contain no parabens and are SLS free. They are also made completely with vegetable oils, glycerin, goat’s milk, clays and herbs. They contain essential oils, which makes the smell more delicate, and natural colourings, such as turmeric, Hibiscus, honey,. and weigh between 100 and 120 grams each.

Each glass spray bottle costs £10.99 each. (Postage within UK included)

The pocket plastic bottle is £9.99. (Postage within UK included)

The soaps are £2.50 each. (Each bar weighs between 100 and 120grms. Hand-cut so not even!) Postage up to 1 kg is £3.20 – £3.85 so cheaper to buy multiple bars, and or bottles.

They also come in a pretty linen bag.

Queen of the May.

It has been an interesting few months. The winter has been long and I really did not feel like going out much. Winter is never my time, energetically anyway, my time begins at Imbolc, the beginning of February. This is the time of female fertility, when plants emerge once more from the womb of winter and begin their growth towards the sun. 
This February, we explored a part of Winchester that has always beckoned but never quite seemed to be the right time. Because there are now so many people walking the places we usually frequent, we wanted to explore some place quieter. We found ourselves on Magdalene Hill Down and the five Bronze Age burial mounds there. 

It took two days, a week apart, to receive this information, so I will focus for this entry, on the first visit to the burial mounds.

Magdalene Down Barrow Cemetery.

On the slope of the Down, there are five Bronze Age burial mounds. Three are still intact, albeit with dips in the centre. The other two are barely discernible. We stood on the first large one in the row and tuned in as usual. This brought me back to the past in a wonderful way. The story is a female story.

Moving into the past is like re-experiencing past events in a physical way. I become part of it. Standing on the barrow, I am in the distant past and I am aware of being a woman, wearing white. There is a huge sense of joy and celebration and I am calling to the clans from the settlements to the east of the barrows. Many women and girls hear the call and they come, joyously, dressed in white, to join me. There is much excitement and I am aware of how important these sites are for the women. They are not merely places to bury their dead, but sites of great significance, of birth, of renewal, of life.

They come from their settlements with a sense of urgency. This is the time they have been waiting for. It has to be now – today! They connect with each other on a telepathic level so they are all working together with one mind. There is no separation here. Together, all holding hands, while I remain on the mound, the women dance around the barrow. Collectively, we call in an energy, which I recognise as dragon-energy, but they identify as something else, a creative-force, a tangible thing, alive. To me, with my modern mind, it is the white-dragon, which is highly creative and inspirational and feminine. To them it is a living energy, the same energy but we each have our own ways, through time, of experiencing it.

St. Catherine’s Hill from the barrows.

When the women call in this beautiful, creative force, it rises from the barrow and travels along an energetic path to St. Catherine’s Hill. They watch it, holding its energy with their Will and hearts until it reaches the summit of the hill, where it then encircles the top.

The process they are initiating will culminate in May. There is a corridor of time and energy between the beginning of Feb and the beginning of May in which to do this work.

On the second barrow, there was a distinctly masculine energy. It comes in the form of an Elder, with grey hair and beard and he is dressed in a grey robe. This energy is about male fertility, symbolised by the fish. It feels hot here, and a spring flame, which I call Brigit’s flame, is burning.

(We didn’t get any more on the male energy rituals until the next time we visited.)

Next, we stand on the third barrow, which after the heat of the previous one, feels really cold. This one is female again. I can see the women who had joined in celebration but now they are creating a tunnel of Blackthorn boughs in blossom, holding them in an arched corridor above their heads. Each girl takes her turn, like a dance, going through the blossom arch and as they travel, the energy of the blossom permeates them so they become the same energy. It is a fertility dance and they are being imparted with the fertile energy of the Spring Blossom which makes them fertile too. It is an energetic process, not a simply ritual one. They absorb the fertile energy of the blossom into their bodies, by osmosis until they and the energy of the Blackthorn are One.

Individually, they dance through, until the ones at the beginning of the archway, are now at the end, until each has had her turn. When Mayday, in their calendar, arrives they will process to St. Catherine’s Hill to complete the ritual. Everything they do is in preparation for that day and it all takes time. They know how to wait for the processes of nature and nothing is rushed.

When May arrives, one woman is chosen to be the representative of the earth’s creative energies and one man is chosen to represent the fertility aspects of water and sun. Together, each holding their respective energy, they reign until the following year, when a new couple is chosen. The couple chosen do not know who they were going to be paired with until the day of choosing, and the two are chosen because they showed the right qualities of dedication and learning over the preceding year. 

The newly crowned couple hold the energies for the surrounding areas for a year, enacting rituals that ensure the fertility of the area around the hill. They know their work will ensure the continuance of life for everyone and that the Mother and father will continue to care for them, providing them with food and shelter for another year.

This was a beautiful thing to witness. The Queen and King of the May are such an ancient tradition but it was interesting to see just how far this tradition went back. In modern times, the ritual is a re-enactment, but in times past it played an important role and was very real. The female group in the ritual were young women that appeared to be part of a group of women who trained to play this part. Only they were trained to hold the energy and to work with the necessary energies.

(The same applied to the young men, who had their own training, which we discovered when we returned the following week. But on this visit, we were shown the female aspect).

In May, they joined together, each representing, and holding, the masculine and feminine forces of creation.  

This entire experience seemed to be a process through time, where the celebrations and calling happened first, followed by the blossom-archway and then the celebration on St. Catherine’s.

On the fourth barrow, we were given the same information about the Queen’s awakening. Between February and May, she awakened, life returned. This was her time. Perhaps this is also about the Queen’s representative awakening to her role. The fact that this all happened around St. Catherine’s Hill was also magical. Maybe we should reinstate it?

The Wise Ones

At the beginning of the Covid-time, I received the following:

“A great blindness overcame the tribes. From coast to coast and line to line, the way became unclear. Our holy men, usually so calm in the face of adversity, had lost their way, and as a result, so had we.

The Matriarchs of the individual communities insisted that we change our ways, that our having become lost was a result of our no longer listening to their wisdom. Even then, we refused to hear.

At every gathering, we brought together the Elders, hoping for answers, but they seemed as confused and lost as we were. They had no solutions, and still we did not listen to the Mothers who told us they knew the way. So, we faltered, our civilisation collapsing under the weight of unknowingness and our refusal to pay attention.

Today, we see the same dilemma occurring, and the same solution. What you are doing, we have done. What happened to us, will happen to you. And why? Because you are not listening either. You do not listen to those who know. You do not listen to those who have the answers. Why? Because you do not value those whose heart is in the earth. You do not pay heed to those who hear the heartbeat pulsing through the land; the Wise Women, the Wisdom Keepers.

If you wish to survive, you must seek them out; gain their wisdom and their knowing. They are your only hope. But do not give up when what you hear is not what you want to hear. No, that is not the time to give up, but to give in, to surrender your will, your resistance. Sit, listen, and the answers will be yours. Be not the proud fools, as we once were, we, your ancestors. Be the Wise Ones of tomorrow, the survivors, the custodians and guardians of the Mother, and live.

The time has come now to survive and thrive. Step over the threshold and become your true self. Set aside your fears, your doubts and lean on the Mother of all: Mother Earth. For she is your ally, the ground you walk upon, that which supports you. Learn to live within her limits and you will live well.

Take heed now, for this is the time of the Wise Women to take flight. Follow them into peace and be who you were destined to be.

This is our gift to you this day. Use it well. Put food on the table and love in your heart.

That is all.

In Sisterhood.