The Brigit and Magdalene Flame. Spring 2023. Part one. RC Church of St Edward the Confessor.

31st January 2023

I’ve been working with small churches for the past two weeks, connecting them with the Spring Brigit flame and the Magdalene flame energy.

The first work was in the Church of St. Edward the Confessor, a small Catholic place near what used to be Otterbourne Manor (the place still exists but is diminished in size). I had been driving one of my daughters to work in Chandler’s Ford for a couple of weeks and had passed the church on my way there. On my first drive, I noticed a Brigit flame in the building and wondered about it, but did nothing. I thought it meant there was already one there. Later, driving to my father’s, via Sparsholt, I passed the little church of St Stephen and saw a magenta flame there. Again, I thought it meant there was already one there, so I ignored it, wondering instead who might have planted it.

On the way back from another Chandler’s Ford journey, a full bladder forced me to stop in the church of St. Edward the Confessor to wait until the traffic subsided and to find a toilet. Inside, the church is quite modern, having been built in the early twentieth century. As I approached the table altar, behind which is a striking stained-glass window, I saw, with my inner eye, hands place a large, wide shallow bowl on the altar. It reminded me of the fire bowls they use outside in Egypt, to keep warm in winter. In the bowl was a small orange flame and I had the impulse to blow energy which ignited it so that it rose to the ceiling.

I next saw the Was-sceptre symbol anchor the flame into the lava layer below the earth’s crust. The upper part of the symbol went into the sky and there was a date palm behind the altar to which it connected. In the ancient Middle East, the Date palm was seen as the tree of the Goddess, the dates her fruit, the only food in an otherwise arid desert. I have worked with palm trees while living in Egypt and anchored many energetic palm trees, especially where people live at subsistence level. The feeling then was that the people would always be fed from the fruits of the Goddess. They would not starve but would have what they needed. (The palm tree, in ancient Assyrian religion represented the connection between heaven and earth and was sacred to the Goddess Ishtar. The Goddess, in her many guises, is often depicted as residing in a tree, giving her ‘fruits’ freely).

The Palm means Life. Pure and simple. Especially in dry times.

While I was in Luxor, I read a theory that the Was-sceptre represented a giraffe. The bottom of the symbol represents the cloven hoofs of the giraffe, which are quite dainty, while the hook at the top, represents the head. The ‘foot’ of the sceptre touched the earth, while the ‘head’ could reach up to the heights and get the fruits from the tall palms. It was a medium between the food of the Goddess and earth. The symbol, in mythology, is associated with the god Set, who is the god of the hot, dry desert, an arid place where there are few resources. It is a staff of power, wielded by the priests. It symbolises the power to bring the Food of Heaven to earth and only those who could act as mediums between divinity and humanity could use it.

Other theories abound around the meaning of the symbol, of course, but in the course of my work, the Was-sceptre is always used to anchor flames deep beneath the earth’s mantle, and to anchor the flame to a higher level of the earth’s energy field. The sceptre itself is a strong ‘holding’, a rod of power, a connector. It keeps the energies stable, and in place, because the flame is an active energy.

So why was an Irish Goddess flame of Brigit being anchored by the use of Egyptian symbols in a small Catholic church in Chandler’s Ford? As I tuned in, I tried to sense what it might mean. What came back was something about the origins of Christianity being from the Middle East. Jesus was born there, after all. There was something about reconnecting the energies of this church to its origins, reconnecting it to its roots in Jerusalem. There was something about the original, unsullied beliefs around the goddess being brought back to common consciousness. That the Divine Feminine was once an equal partner to the Divine Masculine, each one valued for its gifts.

This was a small community church, albeit well used, and the hub of the Catholic community, yet it was the start of a series of connections between other, smaller, churches, all of Saxon origin and mainly Church of England. I was raised a Catholic, and attended a convent until I was ten years old, going to mass every Sunday, which I hated. But out of choice, I also went to the evening devotions. This I loved. There was a sense of ancientness here, between the incense filling the church and the hymns reminding me of ‘Faith of our fathers’, my favourite hymn. All those dungeons, fires and swords! back then, I felt very connected to an energy that seemed far removed from the God we were being taught about in school and at Sunday mass.

When we relocated from the country to Dublin, I was educated in a private, protestant school and lost that religious connection but I loved the school, nonetheless. It was child-centred, as opposed to God-centred. Now, between the two educations, I had a fairly good idea of the difference between them and how it made me feel.

Years later, living in the UK and at an Initiation workshop in Glastonbury, myself and another attendee decided that, rather than go to the Goddess rituals that everyone else was attending, we would go to the local Catholic church where they were having a healing service. This was a new experience for me and a reminder of an older one. As I watched the Catholic ritual of communion and wine, in my eyes, the priests were enacting an ancient Egyptian ritual. The roots of these rituals came from the temples of Egypt. The woman who had come with me had seen the same thing, which was amazing to me. Even more interesting was that I could see the effect that the ritual was having on the wine, but also saw that it had no effect on the bread. And yet, at that time, only the priest drank the wine. Now, of course, it is different and everyone gets both. However, the bread is still nothing but bread, but the wine is charged with energy.

But that experiment taught me that the Catholic ritual was a very ancient, energetic process, with a deeper connection to a ‘Mother’. Yet it was the Spring Flame of Brigit being anchored here, in Chandler’s Ford, Brigit herself being a Goddess who became a Catholic saint. She wasn’t destroyed by the religion but rather incorporated into it. She is also a goddess of light and fertility, the returning sun after a dark winter.

I thought I was finished here, so went to look for a loo. When I came back, I was ‘instructed’ to do more so I stood in front of the altar again. This time, a magenta channel of the Magdalene descended with a small magenta flame inside. It reached to the floor and high into the sky, a veritable pillar of fire. Again, I felt the impulse to blow and when I did the magenta flame expanded until it filled the channel. I was given a portion of this flame to transport somewhere else. I already guessed that it was for St Stephen’s church in Sparsholt.

On my way out, I found the holy water font and blessed myself with it. On impulse, before I left my house that morning, I had applied holy water I had gotten from Arundel cathedral last year. This is another ritual that we have forgotten the original purpose of: the application of holy water in an equal-armed cross as you enter a sacred space. This entering ritual was to open the energy-field for the ensuing ceremony. The energies generated by the Mass fed you, energetically. After the ritual Mass, on leaving the building, you then applied holy water again, this time to seal the energy-field so that all the energies you absorbed would be retained, much like sealing the energy-field with the raku symbol after passing a Reiki attunement. Originally, the Mass was an attunement, but not in the way we pass attunements today. In the original Usui Reiki system, Mikao Usui ‘attuned’ his students every time they met. He shared the energy with them by sharing his own reiki-field. They sat in that energy for the duration of the meeting, their fields open and receptive. In the original Catholic Mass, this was the way it was done too. The energy of the ritual was shared and absorbed. It was a ‘communion’, a sharing; an attunement. However, after the Synod of Whitby, that all began to change, Celtic Christianity, with all its blend of Christian and Celtic beliefs, was replaced by Roman rites and rituals… and control.

Having written this, but not yet posted it, I was with my father when the local village magazine came. Inside was a list of ceremonies for Lent, one being an ‘Ashing Communion’. This is where they put ash on your forehead, again in an equal-armed cross. (That cross signifies equilibrium). I wondered what the ash meant. The palm used in Palm Sunday is burnt and applied to the forehead. In Roman times, penitents wore ashes and sackcloth to repent for their sins. Now, everyone is a sinner, by all accounts. BUT it was the palm, and again, we come back to the pagan origins of Christianity, which feel far more real to me. The palm, sacred to the Goddess, is still being used in Christian religions, which has to be a good thing.

I’ve put the link at the bottom of this page so if you want to visit the church and partake of the energies there, feel free.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faith_of_Our_Fathers_(hymn)

https://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/religions/christianity/saints/edward.shtml

https://www.stswithunwellsparish.org.uk/sted

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synod_of_Whitby

In the beginning…

I have worked, energetically, with stone circles for twenty years, but it was on a trip to the remains of a stone circle in Cumbria, deep in a forest plantation, that I was granted a wonderful insight into one way in which our Bronze age ancestors used the circles.

From that experience, I understood that some circles were associated with maintaining fertility. They were used ritually at certain points of the year, (solstices, equinoxes, etc) and at that time priests, priestesses, and the entire community channelled the energy of the solar light into the circle to fertilise the wheat they had harvested the previous season, and to fertilise the waiting earth beneath; the masculine creative force of the sun, fertilising the female earth.

At the end of the Mesolithic period, ancient communities moved from hunting and gathering, to growing and tending. Their focus was on the growing of food, so taking care of both the physical landscape and the energetic landscape meant they had a better chance of survival. Their awareness of the Oneness of life was a part of them. They did not simply live on the planet, separate to it as we do, but they understood they were an integral part of it.

But how did the Early Neolithic farmers begin to use stone to contain and hold the energies they built in the landscape? How did they learn that particular form of energy-work in the first place? I have found no evidence of fertility work of this nature in the earlier Mesolithic hunter-gatherers. It seemed to arrive with people who grew their food on a large scale and who needed specific energetic help to accomplish that.

Before agriculture, hunters worked shamanically to connect to the spirit of the animal they were about to hunt, communicating with it before the hunt and asking for, and acknowledging, the creature’s sacrifice to feed them. But, with the advent of agriculture, some of these practices changed. To the ancestor, everything was energy. Every living thing, including apparently inert objects, such as stone, soil, etc, had a spirit and therefore deserved respect and acknowledgement. (You only have to look at the current indigenous people of the world to see how our ancestors might have lived).

It has always been a mystery to me how practices changed, from hunting and gathering, to include the growing of crops. Once you begin to grow food, the process and focus changes. But when did they begin to associate stone circles with corn-energising rituals?

It was only while reading Home by Francis Pryor, that I found a possible answer. Francis had been working on a Neolithic causewayed enclosure site in Etton along with his wife. The enclosure was part of a complex of enclosures, like Salisbury Plain, and comprised a single circuit of interrupted ditches. They discovered, at the end of each ditch segment, objects which had been carefully placed there. The deposits in the segmented ditches were laid in layers, each protected by a birchbark mat, which would have been naturally waterproof. Intact pottery vessels, turned upside-down, skulls, and broken quern stones, for the grinding of grain into flour, were also placed in layers in the ditches.

Upright Saddle Quern Deposit.

According to Prior, the objects placed within the ditches were crafts traditionally carried out by women: pottery, weaving, bread-making, etc. That makes me wonder why they deposited these particular objects in the ditches? Was the site traditionally viewed as female? Just as with the Cumbrian circle? The female energy was believed to reside in the earth, so it makes sense that if they wanted to ensure the positive flow of energy into their own home and tribe they would make offerings of gratitude for the resources already received and the petition for that flow to continue for the coming year.

Quern stones at each side of causeway.

Within the henge, there were also multiple pits filled with ritual deposits, but the most striking thing for me was that in the ditches on either side of the causeways, quern stones had been placed on their sides, so that they stood upright. Stones were placed on either side of the causeway, of which there were possibly four, oriented North, South, East and West, although the South entrance was subsequently destroyed. The deposits seem to have been placed, on separate occasions, but in the same place each time, in layers, perhaps during large gatherings, and by kin groups. Each time they gathered, they carried out ceremonies and a new stone was placed there; again on its side so that it stood upright, but above the buried layer of the previous celebrations.

Grain was an important part of their survival and the excavators of Etton discovered evidence that “cereal crops were both grown and processed within the immediate vicinity, perhaps within the enclosure.”

Datchet causeway. Example of how ditches were spaced.

When I read this for the first time, it immediately reminded me of my visit to Cumbria. and the importance of the stone circle in charging the wheat for the following growing season. The deposition of saddle querns, upright in the ditches, signalled for me the mental leap made by the Neolithic communities from ritual deposits of stones for wheat-grinding to standing stones. Wheat was such an important part of their survival that it stood to reason that the objects associated with grain processing should be held in such sacred esteem. I imagine, through the deposition of these stones, each family was both manifesting their food for the coming year but also giving something back to the Mother, in gratitude for feeding them; for taking care of them. And, as the quote above suggests, if the site was used for the processing of wheat, then corn rituals might well have been carried out in the centre too, creating what later became, the stone circles.

Knowth Basin.

In Knowth, there is the huge concave stone in one of the recesses within the burial mound. Burial mounds represent the womb of the Mother. Knowth is part of the Newgrange complex, where the sun enters the chamber at Midwinter, to light up the darkness within. Again the solar rays fertilising the Mother. The large concave stone is like a huge ceremonial saddle quern and may well symbolise the fertilising of the grain. A gift to the mother and holder of the ashes of people who may have been the ones who carried out the sacred ceremonies.

The carving inside the stone is interesting too: To me, it looks like an energetic representation of the solar rays fertilising the seed within the womb of Mother Earth.

Knowth Inner carving.

Of course, it may have had multiple meanings. As modern humans, we see symbols as representing things we only have understanding of ‘in the present’. We see things one-dimensionally. Our ancestors may have had access to knowledge we can only imagine, or re-learn, as we work in the energetic landscapes of the Mother.

The positioning of the saddle querns in the site in Etton also made me think of Mecca, where before Islam, tribal communities gathered there yearly. Each tribe had its own stone statue representing the energy of their tribe, their over-ruling deity, part of a circle of stones around the sacred site. Only with the coming of Islam was this practice destroyed and now only the ruling family have their ‘stone’, contained in the Kaaba. (Mecca had been a sacred site for many centuries, sacred to a triple goddess. One of these goddesses, Al-Uzzah, was a grain goddess).

Old Mecca.

As I was writing this, I found this very interesting article: https://www.hunebednieuwscafe.nl/2017/10/british-stone-circles-were-used-for-parties/ The article states: The research into the Ring of Brodgar also showed that each stone comes from a different part of the Orkney Islands. Apparently, each of the diverse groups of people brought its own stone and placed it in the monument. Remarkably, Professor Bayliss’ research also found evidence that people travelled to the Orkneys from as far away as Belgium. This fits very well with the idea of family groups/tribes having their quernstone in the circle.

Many ancient Mother/Goddess sites were symbolic womb; places where, at certain times of the year, the energies of fertility were strongest. The midwinter ritual of the sun piercing the darkest recesses of burial mounds, and temples, were fertility processes: the male sun sending his fertilising principle into the dark womb of the Mother to activate the egg waiting there. These were no empty rituals, however. Our ancestors understood the active energies that revitalised the energy lines in the earth, that brought new vitality after the dark of winter, warming the earth; bringing new growth. Where energy flows, so too does life.

There are naturally powerful places on earth where the energy is palpable, such as volcanos, places where crystals have formed, and deep underground caves. Places too where elemental energies are strong: rivers, lakes, mountains, and forests. But energy is also built through ritual and intention. I have never been a ‘ritual’ worker. I never really understood the purpose of ritual except as a focus for creating and for intention. But, I recently had an experience in a Cathedral Church in Arundel where I saw the result of ritual actions on the energy of a place over time.

We were working on making a triangular connection between the sea and the river Arun. I wasn’t sure where this connection was supposed to be anchored but we went into the cathedral, just in case. I had been given water energy by a wonderfully loving sea elemental on Littlehampton beach and although I knew I had to put it somewhere; I didn’t know where, until it happened. As I approached the altar, which was built on top of an ancient spring, I saw the blue column of light behind it, which had been built up over the years by the priests doing the bread and wine ritual. This was a surprise to me. The energy had built up over so many years and had created a healing channel in the cathedral. This is also where the water energy gift was anchored, which was also a huge surprise. (One of the important things to remember when doing energywork is that religious belief plays no part. It is the positive intentions to help humanity which are important. Although saying that, the ancientness of the catholic ritual contains an energy that I have not found in other, more modern religious rituals).

But this ritual also involves the energising of bread, just as the ancient ritual in the stone circle Cumbria showed. (I think the energising of the wine might have been Roman in origin and added later as patriarchal religions became more prominent. The wine is energised from ‘above’ whereas the bread should be energised by the mother-energy ‘below’).

So that brings us back to the quernstones. We know that causewayed enclosures were the forerunners of stone circles so if the quernstones were placed as sacred objects and connected to a particular kin-group, (as in old Mecca, and Orkney), then it is not such a stretch to see that the later ‘standing stones’/quernstones in a circle came to represent each kin-family’s offerings to the Mother Goddess. The rituals building up over time gave these places their sanctity but there may well have been an extant ‘energy’ that told them where to build these sites in the first place.

The alignments of the main causeways appear to be directional, and the east/west entrances align with the sun. (We have often found main energylines crossing over in these sites, although not necessarily NSEW aligned). The astrological alignment aspects of stone circles might have come into play as a way for them to be sure about the timing of important events. I’m sure the simple beginning of the ritual circles became more complicated over time.

A very good book which explains how Glastonbury abbey was created is: The Gate of Remembrance by Frederick Bligh Bond, F.R.I.B.A. It is a book about the discovery of The Edgar Chapel through automatic writing and gives very interesting energetic information on how a sacred site is created.

Here are some more links for information.

https://www.historyscotland.com/exploring-scotland/stone-circles-and-henges-c-3500-1000-bc-history-map/

https://www.lakedistrict.gov.uk/visiting/things-to-do/historical-places-to-visit/stone-circles

The Bread of The Mother.

Yesterday morning, Sunday, (I wrote this a few years ago) I was listening to the Radio 4 church service (not something I often listen to, but it was an impulse I followed). The teaching was ‘The loaves and the Fishes’. You know, the one where Jesus miraculously fed the 5.000 people with only 5 loaves and 2 fishes after the death of his friend and teacher John the Baptist? Finishing up a beading project, the fact struck me that people never question this story. They relate it as though it is an absolute truth. But to me, they are missing an important point. Jesus was a spiritual teacher, teaching people something important. There was a deeper meaning to this story.

People, such as Dr Marcellino D’Ambrosio,  have looked into certain Judaic meanings behind the symbolism, such as the five loaves representing the Mosaic teachings in the Torah. There are 5 books in the Torah.  So perhaps, on one level, Jesus was expanding on the teachings and inner story of Moses, who was also a prophet, and a teacher.

But he was also quoted as saying that he was the ‘Bread of Life’. To my mind, this was a misinterpretation. He was also known as the ‘Water of Life’ which felt more appropriate. Could he be both bread and water? All spiritual nourishment? To many he was/is, but I have experienced a completely different awareness of what the bread represents. Over the past twenty years of doing energy healing, at many sacred sites around the world, I have found that the Bread represents the Bread of the Mother, of the earth.

My first experience of this came in 2006, in Cumbria, at a stone circle complex in the Broomrigg Plantation. One of my psychic gifts is the ability to tap into ancient knowledge and experience it in the present. It is psychometry; I suppose. Tapping into objects or places and opening doorways into past lives.

Broomrigg Stone Circle

On this occasion, standing on an ancient stone which had once formed part of a stone circle, I went back to the Bronze Age and found myself watching an ancient winter solstice ritual. Within the circle, a priest stood, and around the inside of the circle also stood containers of wheat which had been harvested the previous autumn. A priestess, who personified Artemis (I was a little surprised at that) drew down the energy of the sun and brought it into the earth, which opened like a womb to accept the solar energy. This fertilised a giant ovum and filled the womb with golden light. The priest had strewn wheat grains around the inside of the circle petitioning the Goddess Artemis, within whose hands he had placed a sheaf of corn. As this happened, the wheat in the containers was also ‘charged’, which effectively imbued the seeds with life, so that when they planted them again in the spring the resulting crop would be abundant. At the end of the ritual, the priest sprinkled water around the inside of the circle, because, without rain, the wheat could not grow.

Once the ‘ritual’ was complete, some of the grain was taken from the containers, ground into flour and made into bread. Each household in the tribe was given a portion of this ‘charged’ bread in order to bring fertility to the entire tribe over the coming year. Everyone was equal and everyone was fed. No-one was left out.

This experience prompted many questions. Over the past few years, some of these questions have found answers. I had, on occasion, to travel back to Ireland for Catholic funerals or memorial services, and noticed during the consecration of the bread and wine, during Mass, that all the energy from ‘Above’ seemed to charge the wine but not the bread. I also thought it was significant that only the priest drank the wine, (things have changed since then!) thereby gaining the benefit of its charged energy. But the communication wafers, the Bread/Body of Christ had no energy and yet this was distributed to the people during the Mass. I found this very interesting Why was the bread not ‘charged’, and why was it only the priest who benefited from the spiritual energy which should have been shared? I wondered if it was to do with power dynamics within the early church? Communion is such an important part of the Catholic Mass ritual and I can remember, as a child, taking communion seriously, believing that I was eating part of Jesus’ body. When it stuck to the roof of my mouth and broke, and I tried to remove it with my tongue, it was a serious disaster. Jesus was real to me and I thought I was breaking him apart.

The word communion signifies a joining, a sharing of energy, but there was no energy in this communion. It was rice paper, nothing more. For years, I had wondered why this was (I only rarely have communion now. If I feel an impulse, I will take it, even though I know it contains nothing). However, this year, I experienced another teaching, through ‘psychic time-travel’, that explained more of the mystery. It was in St. Dogmaels’ Abbey in Wales, near Cardigan Bay and I was doing my usual energy work, as I do in many churches, (both ancient and those still in use), when I felt an impulse to stop at a point which was below ground level. In the past, the altar of the church would have stood above this room and as I stood in the centre of this ‘cellar’ I felt a powerful female earth energy, like a vortex. It was still active, and very strong. When I stood in it, I ‘saw’ a monk standing in front of the altar in the room above me. He was consecrating the wine and the bread, but as he focused on the bread, which was a round loaf, he drew the energy of this vortex into the bread, spiritualising it with the female energy of the Earth, the Mother. Next, he drew down the energy of the sun and consecrated the wine with that energy, the Male fertilising principle! Finally I understood! Somewhere along the line, this connection and honouring of the role of Mother Earth, in sacred ritual, had been lost.

The Abbey itself was built in the 12th Century and is a Trionian Abbey, founded by monks from France who were dissatisfied with the way things were going in the French Monasteries. They wanted to get back to a simpler way of living, and of serving. But they also knew that the balance depended on honouring both Mother and Father.

At one point during this exploration through time, I was also given the understanding of the Holy Trinity: The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. The Father is obvious; he is the male principle, Solar, Christ Light. The Holy Spirit is the Mother, the Female principle: the Earth; and the son, is the priest /medium. The Son of both Mother and Father is the priest; he is the medium between the two; the one who can work with both energies and who is trained to materialise these energies in the bread and wine, thereby bringing succour to the community through their distribution. What is missing here, of course, is the female representative, the priestess. But, at least they still knew what they were doing, even though they were using both energies in a less earth-focused way than our ancestors at Broomrigg had done.

But, what I still did not know, was when this understanding disappeared. Perhaps during the dissolution of the monasteries, when the Divine Feminine, through Mary, was removed from the collective consciousness? Perhaps that understanding will come later.

So, back to the loaves and the fishes. Jesus (or someone) was trying to teach about the balance between the Masculine and the Feminine. The bread of Life comes from the earth, from the Mother. The fish is a male symbol, and one which I also have experienced in the course of my work, and which I know to be a symbol of life in the Ancient Solar priesthoods of Egypt, Greece and Western Europe. The symbol of Christianity is the Fish. The fish swims in water; water is life. The fish is a symbol for the fertility that comes from water, the abundance of a masculine god.  

Jesus was teaching the multitudes about Honouring the Mother and Father, just as the commandments told them to. Not just your physical, earthly Mother and father, but all of life through the Earth Mother and Solar Father. I believe the story tells us that nourishment comes from Mother and Father. What comes from the sky is Masculine, sun and rain, which fertilises the earth, the feminine, so that all her people can live. You cannot exist without both. What can you create with sun alone? Without the mixture of earth, what is it? If you honour both, you can feed thousands.

Maybe we need to get back to that. We need to relearn these ways of thinking about the earth, or Gaia, and her relationship with the Father, in order for us to live sustainable and fulfilling lives. It’s really not that hard. We just have to change our core beliefs. It might take years but at least the world of the future will be one worth living in again! And I wonder what would happen if we started to do these rituals in the way they were intended? That would be an interesting experiment.

PS. When I was in the Hare Krsnas, back in the seventies in Dublin, they cooked their food and blessed it before sharing it with people so that everyone could eat the sacred prasadam of the god of love, Krishna. Even one meal was enough to give you Krsna’s mercy. Blessing food is an ancient tradition.

A more modern story is the story of the foundation of Findhorn, one of my favourites.

Green Dragons from the River Test.

Around fifteen years ago, we visited Ashe church, near Overton, in Hampshire, looking for the source of the River Test. We were doing it out of interest, rather than anything else, because at that time, I was studying archaeology and interested in the little Saxon church there.

Source of the River Test.

Nothing much happened on the first visit, because the source of the river rose on land that was not public, so we could only see it from a distance. On a subsequent visit, however, we met the owner, and he gave us permission to go through his field so we could be beside it.

Sitting on the island of vegetation in the middle of a little lake created by the spring, there was a large green dragon. We were both aware of it, my friend Chris and I, but it wasn’t there alone. Its babies surrounded it; little green dragonlets playing on the island.

St. Nectan’s Waterfall.

We had never seen dragon-babies before and had no idea what they were meant to represent. We had, however, met with the green-dragon-energies before on our travels, in St. Nectan’s waterfall, where the water gushes through a slate hole, carved out by the waters of the river Trevillet. The Trevillet rises as a spring not so far away from the site, and its influence stretches from its source to the sea, where Tintagel Castle stands. It travels via the river, until it pours through the slate hole at St. Nectan’s, and then moves overland to the castle. Its tail is at the source of the river; its head at the castle.

(After first connecting to the Dragon energies here, we found a little book about it! Energies come through the subconscious, so this author was aware, without realising it perhaps, of its energy).

You can buy this online.

So, here we were, looking at a mother dragon, and her little ones, with no idea what to do next. We didn’t know what they were for, either. Although we knew they were associated with springs, we knew nothing more. We left, still none the wiser, and returned to Winchester where we visited the three sarsen stones in the Abbey Grounds, near King Alfred’s statue. While I was walking across the grass, I noticed a green baby dragon hanging onto my calf, like a toddler. This was so ridiculous I was afraid to say it out loud, so I kept it to myself. It was too much like a children’s story but, of course, it really only meant that I had somehow carried a portion of this green dragon energy with me when I left the Test spring.

Three sarsen stones, Abbey Gardens. Winchester.

Our minds create images of energies we can accept, on some level, otherwise, they are nebulous and we do not understand their purpose or function. The unconscious knows how we process information, and how we learn about symbols, so it presents information in a way that makes sense.

But I was keeping my mouth shut, anyway.

Back in the Abbey gardens, with a baby dragon hanging out of me, I got the feeling that we needed to go to the Cathedral, and as soon as we set foot in the door, the baby let go of my leg and leapt up the stonework of the building to the roof, where it remained. I still didn’t understand why it was there and wondered if it had anything to do with the blue energy-line that runs beneath the Cathedral. Only on later visits did I understand more.

After I left the dragon baby at the Cathedral, ‘they’ then instructed me to visit the Bishop’s Place, which was close by. Another baby dragon energy left my leg and flew to the top of one wall, where it too remained.

Bishop’s Palace, Winchester.

I never told anyone, except Eartha (who knows about this stuff), and Chris, until two friends, visiting the Cathedral, and palace, separately, and on separate occasions, told me they had seen a young green dragon-energy flying around the ceiling of the Cathedral and around the inside of the bishop’s palace! They had grown since I had left them there, and now that they had seen them too, I didn’t feel so crazy and could share how they got there.

Over the years, the dragons have grown, and other people have reported back to me about their presence. It is always such good confirmation and worth not telling anyone until getting that. When other people see what you see, you realise you are perfectly sane and rational, no matter how things appear to the contrary.

As my guides say: “Green dragon energy creates an environment of growth and potential. Where the spring rises, there is the promise of life.” Pretty succinct and pretty clear. Because this is dragon energy, which is elemental, that new life comes as vegetation; the food which feeds us, and all creatures that exist on the planet, including the planet herself.

Those two green dragons were anchored there nearly fifteen years ago, and we have watched them grow since then. However, we were not prepared for our last visit there, the day after Queen Elizabeth died.

My friend, Chris, and I were walking towards the Cathedral after a brief pitstop in Chococo’s to get a hot chocolate, and as we reached the graveyard, I became aware of a huge energy surrounding the building. It felt elemental but as we got nearer; I saw that the green dragon energy that we had planted there had now grown to encompass the entire cathedral. The physical Cathedral was now inside the dragon energy, and not vice versa.  

Winchester cathedral Dragon Energy.

We went into the building and walked along the central aisle to the centre point (there are three points along the aisle: the Head, Heart and Hara centre). As we proceeded, we were aware that we were inside the dragon’s body. I was instructed to stand on the Hara point, which in the physical body, equates to the centre behind your navel. This point connected to the Hara line of the Dragon’s body too. I felt the connection, but nothing else happened, so we pottered off to the little prayer chapel. I wanted to go to the main altar but the back of the cathedral was cut off to visitors.

After pottering around, I felt drawn back to the dragon-centre point again and this time, as I took my place there, a green column from the dragon’s Hara-centre, descended around me. When it reached the floor, it filled up with the green of the dragon’s energy, like green fluid, filling all the way up. When it was filled, ivy began to grow at my feet, spiralling upward, around the green column until it reached the point where the column emerged from the dragon’s body. There was a feeling of something being reciprocated here, but I didn’t understand what that might be. It could be because we had anchored this dragon here in the first place and I was being given this gift of ‘greenness’ in return. I don’t know. There are many gifts we are given in return for our service and this was one of them, and although I do not know what it is for, I’m sure I’ll soon find out.

So, if you are visiting Winchester Cathedral, tune into the green dragon there, and see what happens. You might be surprised, and she might have something for you to do too.

White Dragon/Serpent Key.

11 June 2009.

This is an old diary entry, which I thought might be an interesting view into how I received one of the Gaia Method Earthways Symbols. I received most of the symbols this way, always in nature, and this barrow is one I return to again and again. I always receive something new from the Guardian there.

I went up to Micheldever woods with May, my first grandchild, and one of my daughters, Hana. It was a lovely walk, and we went through the Iron-Age Banjo enclosure, in Itchen woods, and then the ‘King’s’ barrow, followed by a walk to the ‘Queen’s’ barrow, which lies some distance away. I didn’t think we could negotiate the buggy through the woods, but we managed!

As we stood on the Queen’s barrow, which is what we call it, the energy felt exhilarating. The wind blew up, and it was like we were in a thunderstorm. Elemental energy is often experienced this way and it is the way the elemental energies indicate their presence.

Beneath the barrow, I began to ‘see’ a pink crystal, and a blue one. Hana took May to the buggy to give her a snack, so I could tune in properly. I had not expected to be doing this today; we’d only come for a walk but as I stood there, I saw the blue crystal clearly. The energy of the lady guardian of the barrow permeated my energy-field. When this happens, it is as if their energy is my energy; I feel like her, much the same as when mediums feel the energy of the person who is coming through them.

Looking down at my feet, I became aware that I was wearing a long white dress that spread out all around me and covered the barrow in white, fabric folds, like satin. I held a key in my right hand. A keyhole appeared in the blue crystal as it hovered within the barrow and I inserted the key into the keyhole. When it opened, it had become a bejewelled chest. The chest lid opened and inside was yet another key. This new key had a green lustre. For a couple of minutes, I received no further information so I asked what this key was for. The information floated into my head. I was told that it was a Gaia Method Earthways key. I waited for the energy of the key to show itself but it took some time. A white vortex began to form around me, and I understood the symbol was the vortex.

This white vortex began to transform into a sparkly white dragon. That was the name of the key: The White Dragon Key. I asked what this symbol did as it obviously whirled around the energy field. I was told that it raised the vibration of the field to a higher level, the level of the realm of ideas. All the ideas that ever were and ever will be are contained in this layer and with this symbol, you can access them. The layer seems to be full of as-yet-unmanifested potentials.

I felt strongly, that in return for this gift, I wanted to give something back to the site, so I asked what I could give. I saw the Venus mirror symbol, with the mirror turning and flashing in the sun as it rotated. It was as though it was sending light information through the air to other sites but what this information might be, I wasn’t sure. Then I saw the symbol anchoring about 30 cm in the earth. Where it anchored, ruby Venus energy spread like tree roots beneath the barrow. The mirror flashed again, as though it was signalling other sites which expressed the Venus energy, like a ruby Morse code.

At one point I saw an opening in the earth being opened by many hands. It was like the Sheila na gig opening in spring except that this time there was an ancient burial of a woman inside it. She was so ancient she looked mummified. The guardian of the burial showed me a ring the dead woman wore on her left-hand ring finger. She said she wished to give me this ring, if I would accept it. I asked her what it was for and she said it would help me move forward when things were slow. It would help me get to where I needed to, both vibrationally, and physically. I thought about that and decided it was a good thing to have, so I accepted. The guardian took the ring from the ancient lady, who reminded me of Hatshepsut, and placed the ring on my finger. The Lady in the Barrow was the Guardian, her energy still very present, that was the reason for her burial there.

When the energy returned to normal, I relayed what had happened to Hana. She was thrilled because, as she had been looking after May, she too had seen the white vortex and had seen herself standing at the edge of a white energy-field.

It’s always good to receive confirmation.

I have to say the elemental energy of the barrow was wonderful. Even May was squealing with excitement, watching the trees blowing in the wind.

An Invitation.

“Down through the centuries, man has attempted to outwit the forces of nature. Now, it falls to them to be the custodians of those same forces. It is no longer enough to live on the world; now it is necessary to live in it.

The time has come for all men (we include women here but it is more expedient to use one term only) to unite against the destructive beliefs of those who seek to destroy the natural world. It is time to unite against the forces of humankind who would seek to eliminate the wealth of the natural world in order to line their own pockets.

But how can we accomplish such a task, we hear you ask?

From your perspective, it appears to be an insurmountable task, but from ours, it is relatively simple. Those of you who work with the natural forces, i.e., the trees; the elemental spirits, the Ancient Ones, the dragons, etc., already have it within your means to help stem the tide of destruction.

All you have to do, and we will assist all those willing to give of their time and skills, is to focus daily on the energies that surround you, your gardens, your parks, your woodlands. Focus on your own area, then contact, mentally, the elementals of that area. Commune with them. Concentrate on their essence, see their forms, and hear their songs.

Once you have accomplished this, create centres of learning so that others can go there and learn to commune with them. Create your own Nature Elemental Universities, where students can visit when they feel called, to connect with the Elemental energies that wish to work with them.

There is still time to change the tides, but you must not tarry.”

I received this a couple of weeks ago and wondered how to connect with the Elementals as they suggested. It usually takes me a few weeks to process what they have given me but then I remembered something that happened at my friend’s house a few months ago. She lives just a few miles outside Winchester, surrounded by fields, ancient trackways and woodland. Having a cup of tea, and looking out her window at apple trees, roses, and the pheasant who comes for feeding daily, I saw images of a thin, gaunt giant striding slowly across the landscape in the field opposite her house. He was the Elemental energy of the area, the one who took care of what used to be the old estate. He is the one who maintains the balance and looks after all the other energies who live there, both seen and unseen. I hadn’t called him, but he came of his own volition, inviting my friend to connect with him.

Estate Elemental.

He was not what I expected from an Elemental, but his energy was calm, slow and peaceful. He exuded love and care which was a joy to feel. My friend saw a different image of him, one that had meaning to her. (We all see the Elementals according to our beliefs so however they appear to you is the right way for you).

I remember too, at another friend’s house in Dorset, seeing another Elemental. At the time I didn’t quite understand what he was doing as he was peering at me, rather grumpily I thought, through a triangular portal I had anchored there. He looked like a Sulamith Wulfing illustration. (She could see the elementals clearly). I knew the triangle allowed communication between humans and the Elementals but didn’t quite realise why they were created there. The channelling above explains why.

Elemental by Sulamith Wulfing

A few weeks back, I created a triangle portal on the site of an old Roman villa, in Sparsholt. When I opened the portal, I didn’t understand why they placed it there. The roman villa was not a sacred place, I thought. But my thinking was limited. I was only seeing what used to be there, not what is there now. I was thinking of the past, not the present.

When anchoring the triangle at that place, I did not know its purpose, but on a return trip, after receiving this channelling, we went back up, passing the bronze age burial mound on the way, to connect with the elemental energy there. As soon as we entered the woods, the wind started rising, moving through the branches of the beech trees. We walked around the edge of the woods, listening to the wind rise and fall. I had the impression that the elemental communicated like that, through wind in the trees and I remembered a similar experience many years ago after trying and failing to find the villa site.

Hopelessly lost, after half a day of searching the woods, I gave in and asked the energies of the woods to please help me. Almost as soon as I uttered the words, a wind moved through the trees on my left as if they were saying, ‘follow me’. So, I followed what seemed like a wave of wind as it moved the tree branches. I followed this wave of softly moving branches, walking in a straight line through brambles and undergrowth, until five minutes later, I found myself in a square clearing. A feeling settled in my stomach as I heard the energies, through the wind and trees, say ‘Welcome.’ The voice was low and airy and I was both amazed, and overjoyed at having finally found the place. I was also fascinated by how the energies there communicated with me and how they had helped me locate what I had spent ten years trying to find.

That was my first experience. I didn’t know it at the time but I had connected with the elemental guardian there but on this last visit I understood more. Because I knew it was there. Placing the triangle of energy told me that. After walking the old paths, we came to the site of the villa and the winds stopped, completely. There was a stark difference between this clear space and the surrounding trees. Outside the space, the wind moved strongly, rustling the branches, but inside the space, there was no movement, at all. It was completely still, peaceful, like the eye of a storm.

Sitting on the wooden bench, I mentally called to the elemental telling him(?) of my intention and I waited. I noticed a wind come up again, to my left, and saw a man taller than the trees, striding through them, moving the branches aside as if they were tall grass. To my mind, he looked like the BFG. Gentle and caring. But he did not enter the villa site. He moved in the trees surrounding it. I was curious about this so as we walked back I asked him how we could help, based on what the channelling had suggested. I also wanted to know more about him.

This is his area. It even looks like an elemental.

I heard, as words in my head, ‘This is my kingdom.’ And he showed me the entire woodland and a red line drawn around the boundaries. As the elemental ‘King’ he strode around these boundaries, holding within them his trees, as though he was a tree-shepherd. This sounded familiar and I remembered Tolkien talking about Tree-shepherds. But Tolkien’s shepherds were trees. This elemental was not. He was distinct from them. A being in his own right. Trees are rooted. They cannot move. But he can, and does, caring for and protecting everything within his red line. Looking at the map of over 130 years, I can see that he has done a pretty good job as the woods are still there and have been added to, not diminished.  

Farley Mount 1894-1910

We passed an old beech tree that had been planted as a boundary tree to separate arable land from woodland. I looked up into its branches and was reminded of Enid Blyton’s The Magic Faraway Tree with its ‘lands’ at the top that changed all the time so you never knew what land was going to be there next time you climbed it. This reminded me of what my guides had said about how to access inspiration, by moving along the branch of a tree and connecting with the story/poem/painting there; an interdimensional tree.

That, it seemed, was the answer. Write stories. Let the stories be about them. At least for me. For you it might be different, based on your life’s work.

During the previous week, while anchoring a red dragon line on the south coast which will eventually stretch from Worthing to Portland Bill, I opened a triangle portal at Littlehampton. Once it was open, I contacted the most beautiful sea elemental I have ever connected to. The triangle goes from Littlehampton to Arundel, making it a water portal as it follows the river, Arun. I had never opened a water portal before, not like this anyway.

And I have also never experienced such loving elemental energy. I wanted to stay in this place forever. Usually, when I do energy work, once I have completed the work, I have no more desire to be there, but this place was different. I didn’t want to leave! The elemental appeared as a large brown boulder covered with barnacles and mussels, like a rock you would see beside the sea when the tide has gone out. It looked bulbous, rounded and swollen, with a wide, round nose and large, large lips that stretched around its face, like a cleft in the rock. Its eyes were closed and its face turned towards the surface, absorbing the sunlight that filtered through the water. He didn’t move around, this elemental, but remained in this place doing his job as elemental balancer. But he did give me a gift that would allow me to share his energy as an attunement.

I am not a beachy person; I don’t enjoy lying on a beach all day but prefer to be walking, picking up fossils and stones and feathers and taking photos. But I could quite happily have stayed on this beach, within his loving, nurturing energy.

Putting all these things together, I assume that triangle portals open up places to be used as Elemental Universities. Visiting these places and having the intention to learn from these elementals will teach you what they want you to learn.  

Perhaps too, a human will be a guardian of a particular portal. Someone who feels drawn to being there. Each place has one. Someone who can communicate with the Elemental guardians and help keep the balance, and can share the knowledge of these wonderful guardians, passing on their teachings through the written word, music or art.

For now, I will share the places where portals exist, which is also the reason for this post, so you can go yourself and connect to them and see what they want you to do.

There is still time, as they say. But do not tarry…

If you wish to work with the Elementals in this way, you can receive the Elemental Portal Attunement. which will attune you to their energies and which will allow you to install the portals where you are guided to.

Header image: Copyright © Ted Nasmith Tree shepherd image.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sparsholt_Roman_Villa

https://www.greatbritishlife.co.uk/things-to-do/walks/walk-around-farley-mount-7246968

The Dragon of Burley.

A few weeks ago, we went to the New Forest to visit an Iron Age hillfort called Castle Hill, near Burley. I was reading The Forest by Edward Rutherfurd and he mentioned a myth about a dragon there. As I have often found, where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. Myths are great for finding sites associated with dragons because ancient cultural beliefs remain in the collective unconscious of the area.

The Oak Mother Tree.

Once we climbed to the hillfort, not realising until we were inside that there was a road which would have given us direct access, we found a beautiful old oak tree. It felt like a Mother Tree, and it stood at the western entrance. We were told to make an essence in this old tree, which was a combination of her ancient stability and wisdom, and the white dragon energies that protected the site.

The white dragon, which looked very ‘fleshy’, more like a Chinese dragon, had long serpent-like tendrils hanging down from beside its nostrils and it stood at the entrance, facing outwards, acting as protector of the hillfort. On the other side of the hillfort, at the other entrance, I could see another one, looking out towards Lymington. They instructed me to walk sunwise around the inside of the fort and to connect the dragons to each other via a white light ring. In my mind’s eye, it reminded me of that old toothpaste advert, with its ring of confidence. White with a blue tinge.

Chinese White Dragon.

As we walked in a circle around the inside of the fort, we continued to tune into the energies of the site. We were told that this place was a place of safety during times of invasion from people outside. When outlying villages were attacked, the people who lived outside would come to be fed and protected. It felt like it was during a time when there was much instability and villages were routinely robbed and destroyed.

Dragon priests, able to communicate with the elemental energies of the place, were given forewarning that an attack was imminent, and they informed the villagers, who trusted them completely. They then left their homesteads and came to the safety of the fort, often returning later to burned homes and destroyed livelihoods.

Rain-filled gravel pit on top of the hill.

Part of the energies of these dragons was that the protection they offered was an energetic force-field that only allowed in energies in that resonated with them. The priests of the place held that energy. If others came with bad intention, they were denied access. It was as if they would feel repelled by the place. Perhaps a fear set in, or a superstition triggered. Something always kept them out. I have found this before at particularly elemental sites. An energy-field that you could only access if you saw beyond the glamour surrounded them. They were invisible to most people. The ‘glamour’ came in the form of fear. For no reason that you could see, you would suddenly become afraid, seeing darkness all around you. Only if you could see the fear for what it was could you access the wisdom and knowledge of the elementals who inhabited the place.

The white dragons fulfilled the same purpose in Castle Hill hillfort.

Essence being made.

As we made the white dragon essence at the Mother Tree, I became aware of a blue dragon energy moving in a line behind me. I was facing the centre of the fort, and the line, which looked like a blue serpent energy, entered the back of my Hara and rose out of my crown, then travelled down through my feet. I had the strongest feeling we needed to go to wherever this blue dragon line was coming from. This turned out to be the Avon River at Ringwood.

We drove to Ringwood and brought this new essence to the river, following our intuition to where the river by a lovely green area called Jubilee park. As I poured some of the tree essence into the river, I heard myself say: ‘A gift from the Mother’.

The Avon in Ringwood.

Next, I filled a bottle with water from the river to take back to the fort. I was told it was ‘the gift of water’. And I was aware of how privileged we were to have water. Some places don’t have any! The feeling was that water was a gift and one we could not live without. There were so many places that did not have water, such as in desert environments and places where humans have polluted the seas and rivers and groundwater. We do not recognise what a gift we have. What I loved about this exchange of gifts was that they were given freely, in recognition of the importance of both places.

This was also my cue to stop complaining about the extremely wet winter we have had all winter! I had become so tired of my back garden quagmire, which my hens had created, and I’d thought the rain would never stop.

Before we left the little park, I had a desire to stand on the bridge over the river. Looking across the sparkling waters, the view was beautiful! There was a glorious feminine energy presiding over this fast-flowing river, and she told me she would like to add to the essence, which now contained oak, dragon, and water energy. She put a fish into it, just like at the Itchen last year. The fish is masculine energy, but still hers.

A Gift of Water Fertility.

We drove back to the hillfort and brought the water to the tree. There, I had to walk it anti-clockwise in a circle around the tree, pouring some of it on the ground as I walked. Chris did one half, and I did the other, like a yin/yang.

It felt like we had completed another circuit.

The following week we went to Lymington. Such a lovely town, with its old fishing alleys and small slipway. Now it is a marina! We walked as far down to the sea as we could and stood beside another slipway from where I could see the opposite shore. I never know what to expect when I reach a place and this time they did not expect me to do any work. Instead, I felt an energetic aura of water emerge from the sea and surround me, as if I was carrying a bubble. This was to be brought back to Castle Hill!

View From Lymington Marina.

We drove into the hillfort this time and wandered down to the oak tree at the entrance. Standing beneath its branches, I felt the bubble of water that undulated around me suddenly flop down onto the ground, seeping into the soil in a cascade of blue.

That was all I needed to do, I thought, until I saw a large white dragon’s egg appear beneath the tree. We were instructed to stand within this egg and were told that this was an initiation into the protective guardian energies of the White dragon. We could transfer this protection to people who would be the guardians of a sacred place. We could also place it around a home if that place was going to be a sanctuary or healing space.

Both water lines anchored.

After this gift, the work was complete, so we explored the rest of the hillfort. There are old gravel pits there now, filled with rainwater and as I stood looking into one, I felt an impulse to throw a little gold ring in. It was a tiny ring I had found walking up a road around Winchester and which only fit on the first joint of my little finger. It had originally been on something, like the rim of a bottle, but I knew, when I found it, that it was destined for someplace else, so I had worn it with that in mind. I have very little jewellery left at this stage, as so much of it has ended up in pools or rivers. A gift for a gift – or a symbolic sacrifice, a letting go of attachment. Plus, the metal can work as a physical anchor for activated energies.

It makes me wonder, though, what the purpose for all those iron-age swords and gold found in rivers and bog pools was.

Perhaps those ancient people also exchanged gifts with the spirit of special places and energies…

The Mantle of Brigit.

As we are coming to Imbolc, I have released a Goddess Brigit attunement. This is a Level One attunement which can be received after you have received the First level attunement into the Gaia Method Earthways system. There are a number of energetic expansions you can experience after each main attunement which allow your energy-field to hold more keys, thereby allowing you to be effective in your earth-work. I will be adding these throughout the year. This attunement is called The Mantle and The Flame of the Goddess Brigit. It will allow you to work directly with the fertility aspects of fire as the ancestors once did.

Spring is Brigit’s time. Her festival is celebrated, traditionally, on the 1st of February but fire-work associated with Spring, spans a number of weeks. Imbolc is a celebration of the awakening earth when plants begin to grow and the crone of winter becomes the virgin once more. Spring vortices become active, bringing in new energies and clearing out the old. Becoming attuned to Brigit you will feel this impulse strongly at the beginning of each new year.

Winter has been a time of quiet, or rest, the death of the year. In the past, Winter was seen as an old woman coming to the end of her life. She had grown from the young girl in spring, became the Mother of Summer and now is the old woman, the crone of winter. She is associated with places of death and with vortices active during the Winter season.

But spring sees renewal and fresh beginnings. Life has never really died, it has just been sleeping. During Brigit’s time, it is reawakened with the light of life and the flame of renewal. After the Winter Solstice, the sun is channelled into the womb of the earth, fertilising the Mother, so that crops will grow and feed the community. Brigit is a Spring Goddess, an aspect of Sovereignty. (Sovereignty is the feminine consciousness of the earth). The fire festivals brought hope and the promise of abundance. After a long dark winter of eating food they had stored throughout the year, they looked forward to eating green plants and planting their fields with corn. It was a celebration of survival, of having lived through yet another long, cold season, and emerging into the light and increasing warmth of the sun. It was a time of joy and celebration and, I imagine, a certain amount of relief.

But the festivals were not purely symbolic. They were real, energetic practices designed to assist the physical earth and to keep her vitality flowing. Healthy earth means healthy people. In becoming attuned to the Brigit energy you become aligned to the spring focus of fertility. The mantle is about reclaiming ancient sites associated with the Mother Goddess and learning how to work with them again for the benefit of all.

I anchor the sacred flame into your energy field so you can become a channel for the Sun and for the fire in the earth. You can then light these fires, energetically, at sites where this was once done. That light then travels through the network of energy lines, bringing with it the promise of new life.

This is the first in a series of attunements for the first level and includes a pdf giving information on both the Mantle of Brigit and the Flame. There are also two guided meditations which you can use during Spring, and a shorter one you can use throughout the year. The PDF also includes information on how to recognise fire sites and how to work with them.

Durrington Walls and the Cuckoo Stone.

On the 2nd of January, we felt an impulse to drive to Durrington Walls, near Stonehenge. It was our first trip to do energy-work in months and it felt really good to connect to the ancestors again. I had been weighed down by the darkness of winter, and the constant rain, and felt permanently rooted in modern life and its stresses having been in the UK for far longer than originally intended. As result, I had lost my focus, so the trip to Durrington felt like a positive step and as we drove there, feeling the intention, I remembered how much I loved doing this work.

Durrington Walls, Wiltshire.

When we arrived, we walked into the henge, looking with archaeological eyes at how the settlement had been constructed. We then tried to find the site of the two circles that originally lay within it. It felt very Avebury-ish and we thought about how close the settlement had been built to the river Avon that passed just below.

Having spent time discussing the possible thinking of the original settlers, we wandered back, but as I crossed what would have been one of the entranceways to the river, I felt the urge to connect. In my mind, I raised my arms to the sun, or to where the sun would have been, had it been a cloudless day. (I am far too self-conscious to do physical arm-raising in public so I see myself doing it in my mind). I raised up and connected to the sun. As I did so, two ancient people, one male, one female, appeared. The man held a brown book which he handed to me. It felt like a bible, and he explained that it was the spiritual and historical beliefs of his people; the two being connected, just like the Old Testament is both the history, and spiritual beliefs, of the Israelites.

Avon River from the settlement.

I began to get an understanding of what had brought these people here and why they had left. I was told that they had originally come from the north – it felt like Orkney – and they came to create a new colony down south, where they had people they were connected to. They had been told that it was warm here and that the land was fertile, good for crop growing. This felt like the beginnings of agriculture when they were learning how to work with the fertility in the landscape in a new way. At first, it was good, and they were successful enough but then the climate changed. It became wetter and there was less sun to ripen the corn.

The bad weather continued for several years and they could not survive, forcing them to go back to an older way of life – more a foraging and hunting lifestyle. There was a feeling, that in their fear, they focussed more on learning how to work with the earth’s energy-field, and the serpent lines, and less on the more physical aspects of survival. In the past, hunting and gathering had been their way. It was a shamanic way of living. In order to survive, rituals were performed before the hunt, rituals that connected them to the essence of the animal, ensuring the creature’s participation in the hunt. They had no real control over the animals. All they could do was connect with their essence, communicating on subtle levels their intention and need to feed themselves. We are familiar with the Nat. American way of life. Our ancestors were no different.

Transitioning to agriculture took a long time. Not only were they learning how to farm, and how to tame animals that originally roamed free, they were also learning how to work with the earth’s forces differently. It was an entirely new world for them.

However, the efforts of the early people of Durrington Walls were not successful. With the change in weather patterns, food supplies ran out and their people dwindled in number until eventually, they decided to return to where they had come from. They knew there would be food there. Fish was always plentiful, as were mammals, so they had to go backwards for a time. This feels like an important message for us in our time too. Climates have cycles, they change. We are currently in one such change. There may come a time when we too have to go ‘backwards’ for a time, back to an older way of doing things. But it is a temporary going backwards. Things will move forward again and things will progress.

The Ring of Brodgar

Some of the tribe did not want to return, telling the others that if they only waited the weather would get better. But they did not know how long it would remain like this so they opted to leave. Before they left, before it got too bad, they had tried to improve the fertility of the soil by working energetically in the landscape but all their work was for nothing. They spent too much time doing that without realising that they could not control the world’s weather pattern changes. They could only improve the earth’s fertility in the soil. (This also answered a question I have had for years! You can improve the soil and growing conditions but not the global weather).

After receiving this information, which continued coming in as we walked and explored, we next made our way to The Cuckoo Stone. Before we had left the house, we had been instructed to take a bottle of water to make an essence and as soon as we got to the stone, ( which I never knew about), I understood why.

The Cuckoo Stone

Our first impulse was to walk three times around it sun-wise, (clockwise). This meant that it was a masculine sun-stone. (At feminine sites, you usually walk anti-clockwise. When you walk around a stone, or site, it energetically opens it, creating a doorway into its energies and functions.) Walking around this stone made me feel dizzy on the third pass, which I thought I was imagining, until Chris said it was making him dizzy too. It’s always good to have confirmation. Again, this dizziness is something I have experienced before at the stones at Avebury. Years ago, a friend and I were at that circle. It was my first visit, and I felt so excited to be there having wanted to see it since I was a teenager in Dublin watching Children of the Stones on TV. Coming close to the circle at Avebury then was like coming home after many years away.

At that time, my friend and I walked around the stones but experienced a dizziness as we did so. It was as if each stone was a battery with both positive/negative energies. Each stone too was either male or female making a huge force-field around the circle. The entire Avebury complex was a giant male-female balancing in the landscape.

This Cuckoo stone also had a magnetic field, even though it no longer occupied the same site it had originally, and was only half the size of what it once had been. But it was close enough.

Once we had activated the stone, we sat on it and tuned in. Almost immediately, we saw a youngish woman with dark, curly hair and wearing a band of flowers around her head. Behind her stood a male priest dressed in a creamy white robe. He was older than her and seemed to be her mentor. He remained behind her while she carried out the ritual. This felt to be a later time than had our previous Durrington information.

While we sat on the stone it was as if we were both the stone, and ourselves. The young woman placed a garland of flowers around our shoulders but she was really dressing the stone, just as they still do in Ireland at holy wells. The ritual was to welcome the sun from the east after the long winter. It was an acknowledgement of the life it brings and in recognition of the stone and its importance to the vitality that flowed from the sun, through the stone, and into the earth’s energy-circuit. The couple placed the garlands facing Woodhenge, where the sun came up, but we did not feel that Woodhenge was significant to the ritual. Chris was aware of a Mayday reference to this too, so perhaps the stone was dressed at more than one time of year.

West Kennet Long Barrow. What our Long Barrow might have looked like.

Once they had finished at the stone, I saw the woman, followed by the priest, carrying a shallow, pottery, bowl of water with flowers in it, over to where the Neolithic long barrow once stood, meters away from the them. The bowl had been at the foot of the monolith while she did the ritual dressing and the water in the bowl was charged by stone and sun. The barrow was still there in their time and we could see it’s energy clearly. The woman laid the bowl at the entrance, as a gift to the ancestors and an acknowledgement to them. Their line of kinship was still intact and important. If it hadn’t been for the lessons learned by their ancestors, these people would not have survived and thrived, so they offered their gratitude. Death and life were One, the two sides of life. The ancestors still lived, but in another form, their presence still recognised.

(This reminded me of the St. Mullin’s Pattern when I was young. At the feast day of St. Moling, all the locals from local towns came to the ruins of St. Moling’s monastery and his holy well. Traditionally, the people walked three times around the well, sun-wise – called ‘Doing the Rounds’ – in their bare feet. They then dressed the graves of their family; ancestors who had been buried there for generations, and some more recently. There were certain other traditions associated with the day, namely that of spending a number of hours in the only pub in St. Mullins and spending money on the stalls. The water of the holy well was reputed to cure all manner of illnesses and everyone in my town had a bottle).

St. Moling’s Well.

Next we were instructed to make the essence. I put the bottle on the stone and saw the dark-haired woman place a garland of flowers around it, as if the bottle of water was also the stone. Next, to my surprise, she put a fat earthworm in it then told me to close the bottle quickly. The worm had to do with the fertility of the soil as though there had to be a combination of both energy-work and physical work to ensure fertility. Energy alone cannot grow things.

Next, we were told to bring some of that blessed water to the site of the long barrow. As we walked towards it, I felt a sudden powerful flowing in of energy that made my whole body tingle. I love that feeling! I poured the water onto where the barrow once stood, connecting to the ancestors and sending our gratitude to them and once we were finished we began to walk back to the car, towards Woodhenge. As I did, I became aware of an image of the long Barrow behind me and I stopped walking. It was as if we were walking out of the darkness of the winter/death and into the light of a new phase and I had to walk with that intention.

It was a very welcome ending to a very satisfying day’s work.

Dragon Essences.

Many of my essences contain dragon energy, as many sites contain their energy, of one frequency of another, but a couple are specifically dragon-related. I will add more as time goes on.

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Red Dragon of Freedom

This essence is the most recent and was gifted to me by the Red Dragon of the Great Hall in Winchester. Before we freed the dragon from her captivity, she gave us her essence. This consisted of three drops of her blood, symbolising sacrifice; her fire, signifying her ability to burn away anything in her path, to cleanse and clear; and lastly a piece of molten rock, which also felt like a piece of meteorite. This is the hardened molten lava which is what you have left after a volcanic eruption. It is the product of your creative fires. This essence is about freeing yourself from captivity, of any kind. Be it a job, an unhealthy relationship; outmoded beliefs that keep you trapped in situations where you feel you are under some else’s control. Sometimes it is our own belief, from past lives and present lives, that tell us we cannot leave, we cannot have what we would like to have; we cannot be free. Using this essence will clear you of those beliefs and give you the strength to make your life how you want it, You will learn to trust your own ability to create and support yourself. You will recognise that you have what it takes to make it in the world, that your creativity is good enough and that other people’s judgement is not your problem. Postage and packing included if buying from the UK. Please email for postage costs if you are outside the UK.

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Having a Past Life Reading.

Although you can find some information on the Soul Readings page, I thought I would go into a little more detail on how the past-life readings happen, as they differ from Soul Readings, which give you information on what you are doing when not in physical incarnation.

The first thing I do, is ask for your guides and Soul for your history. When I feel the energy coming in, I go to my internal study. From here, I can access all your Soul records.

In my mind, this room looks like an old gentleman’s study. There is a fire blazing in the fireplace, warming the room. On either side of the fireplace are large bookcases, filled with Soul records. In front of a large window, looking out onto a beautiful garden, there is a large desk where I sit and read the book of your Soul History. This ‘study’ is my internal access to what are otherwise known as the Akashic records.

Once I have retrieved your Soul History book, which contains both your past lives, and the lessons learned, I am shown one of your lives that has importance in the one you are currently living. The energy of that life then comes into my consciousness and I feel the story emerging from there. In effect, I become your past-life personality and I write your story as if it was mine; I am experiencing it too.

This is an important aspect of the reading. In living your past-life personality, I am feeling and thinking and seeing everything from your Soul perspective. That also means, that as you read the written up report, you are directly experiencing everything too. It is after all, your past-life experience. As you read the report, the energy is transferred, via the writing, directly to you. Often your guides will also give me information on why you have chosen this lifetime’s challenges and will give you direct information in the form of a channelled communication.

We come into each life with a plan of learning, a desire to experience, and to grow. There are people we have agreed to connect with, to learn from and sometimes to leave. Some of our lives are easier than others but all will challenge us, in some way. The events in our past-lives sometimes leave emotions and beliefs that affect us in this one. We can feel as though we are going round in circles, trying to gain an understanding of why we continue to do things, even when we feel we have been healing that issue for years. Sometimes, no matter what we do, we cannot get to the bottom of it.

This is when a past-life reading is useful. We are not simply dealing with current life issues, but also working through older lifetimes. A persistent problem might have its roots in a prior existence, and in this case, a reading helps to uncover it. Once we have connected to the root of the problem, we then have the knowledge we need to heal the issue we are dealing with and can use the healing skills we have learned to resolve it.

When we are planning our next lifetime, we choose which issues to work through. We could be working through multiple lives simultaneously; lives which have a common energy or which are pertinent to what we want to learn in this one. People we connect with in this lifetime, even people we have challenges with, are often people we have known in those lifetimes. Like characters in a movie, we know the roles we are playing with them. We wrote the script together. The challenge is often to overcome past issues with them and when we have achieved this we move on. This can be a very difficult concept to accept, especially if we have been in abusive or damaging relationships. But no relationship is a mistake. A past life reading can help us see the bigger picture, allowing us to let go, and grow.

Having a reading can be a profoundly moving experience and can take time to integrate. There are many lessons to be learned in each life we have lived, so seeing the roots of a problem can be the first step in overcoming something that has been an issue for a long time. Once we know it, we cannot unknow it and we will receive little prompts from our Soul-consciousness reminding us of where we are concerning the challenge we are working on.

I have found, through my own past-life work, that often I am given a past-life memory, or information about the details of the life in question, because it is important for me to know what I am working on. I might have been working through that past-life issue for decades! This information usually comes when I am close to completing that particular challenge and therefore the information is helping me to consciously work on resolving it. It can still take years, but it can then be whittled down, step by step. Past-life readings are given because you have reached a place where you need to understand something. Having the past-life information assists you in understanding the root of your current circumstances so you can change your situation for the better.

That information does not remove the challenging circumstances, however. We are here to learn after all, but it helps us to know what we are dealing with so we can work to overcome it.

When I do a reading, I am doing it from the perspective of the Soul, so it is important to remember that. Our Souls see our physical lives in much more expansive ways than we do. There is less judgment, and more need to learn as much as possible. Even a so-called ‘negative’ life can be an important vehicle for learning. So keep that in mind.

Once you have received your reading, and you still have questions, or you feel you need to talk about what has come up, you can contact me on my facebook page. I am more than happy to be a sounding board or to help you understand something you find difficult.

If you would like to further explore the Soul concept of past lives, read Dr. Michael Newton’s books: Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls. These describe why, and how, we choose our lives and who we choose to live them with. If you want to expand your current learning, and understand the deeper reasons for your life, read those books. I cannot recommend them highly enough. They will help to you to understand your own past-life reading from your Soul’s perspective.

For the more practical information such as prices and how to pay, you can find that here.

Vibrational Essences. Gods and Goddesses.

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

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Arthur

This essence was made at Merlin’s cave, in Tintagel, the legendary home of King Arthur. It is an essence that combines the energy of the Grail, the Feminine Wisdom, and Arthur, the masculine earthly King. Using this essence raises your consciousness out of poverty thinking and up into the flow of Abundance. This is the abundance of the female Earth, through the masculine. Everything we create from this flow is in accordance with our divine purpose and in alignment with Mother Earth. If you are a lightworker, an earth-healer, a healer of any kind or on a spiritual journey intending to benefit humanity, this essence will help you into the flow of abundance so you can continue your work. As a healing essence it will uncover any blocks to abundance you may have so that you can clear them out, opening yourself to further abundance.

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Love of the Mother

This was the second essence I ever made. As I stood on a stone cist, a bronze Age burial site, on the top of a hill on the wet and windy Welsh coast, the wind was so powerful that I struggled to stand upright. I felt lashed by the winds of the wild sea energy of Manannan mac Lir, a Sea God of the Tuatha de Danaan and guardian of the Underworld. The energy on this sacred site filled the bottle with strength, and the ability to remain standing, even under extreme circumstances. When the waves of despair and anger roll in from the collective unconscious, symbolised by the sea, they will not drown you. Mother Earth will help you stand strong and you will not fall. She will nurture your strength, your ability to survive all the emotions that swirl around you from others, their fear, their anxious anger, their unknowingness. Through the use of this essence you will find your strength, you will assert yourself when necessary and will learn to recognise what you truly need. This is the perfect essence for helping to heal co-dependency issues.

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The Power of Love

This was my first ever essence, and an unfamiliar experience for me. I had never made an essence in my life but when the Spirit of Place told me to place my bottle in the centre of a cist, surrounded by rings of standing stones, I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to see what would happen. A beam of solar light, followed by the energy of the planet Venus entered the bottle, along with a Solar Elemental. Using it changes your energy from a heavy dullness to a bright lightness. It changes your thinking from negative to positive showing you want is possible for your life. Often we get stuck in a negative spiral of self-hate and victimhood, especially if we have had abuse experiences in earlier lives, or childhood. This essence empowers us by filling us with self-love, and the knowledge that we create our own reality. It gives us the power, and desire, to change our lives and to move in a more positive direction.

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Elixir of the Goddess

I created this one in a Bullaun stone by St. Fiachra’s Well in southern Ireland. A bullaun stone is a very large granite boulder with hollowed out depressions carved into it. The stones are associated with early Christian Churches. When we tapped into them, we saw bread dough being made with flour, and water from the spring. This dough, when baked, would be the sacred bread, the communion, of the mass ceremony held in the church. The bread was created with both the feminine energy of wheat and the masculine energy of the water. But the Spring itself was seen as Feminine, even though it is dedicated to a male saint. The essence was created with water from the Bullaun stone and then anchored in a Hawthorn tree that grew beside the sacred spring. The Triple Flames of the Divine Feminine: Gold, Magenta and Blue poured into the bottle. The flames are frequencies/rays of healing which are anchored at sacred sites and in rivers, lakes and seas to bring healing, and to add their frequency to the atmosphere around where they are placed. The frequencies of these flames work on the Merkaba level of your energy-field. On another level, the water from the spring of St. Fiachra also protected those people who carried it, from drowning. So if you’re thinking of travelling by boat anywhere…

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Elixir of Cerridwen

This was an interesting essence. While doing an archeological survey, I discovered the site we were working on was not only an Iron Age farmstead, but also a sacred site, with two vortices (or chakras), at the bottom of its long avenue. One of those vortices was a winter vortex, active only During the winter months. But it after doing some activations at this vortex that we were given the Elixir of Cerridwen. She told us that it would heal the empty spaces of the heart. The Winter vortex was also the place where they carried out the death rituals. But there was a joy here too. A knowing that the person who had died was rejoining the Earth Mother, returning to her womb to be born again at a later date, in a new body. So although grief is a normal reaction to losing a loved one, the essence allows us to process it and move through it. Feeling it and releasing it when we are ready. It also helps us to manage other forms of grief: the loss of a relationship, a pet, a job. It is a very supportive and nurturing essence.

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Father’s Abundance

Made in Glastonbury Abbey, this is the Father Christmas of Essences. Or rather, the masculine, abundant principle of Winter. Many large religious buildings, have active male winter energies. Times which the Druids celebrated by the cutting of mistletoe, the symbol of male fertility. This essence brings lessons on accepting the fertility of Male abundance. If you are a person who prides herself on financial independence but in so doing cuts off other sources of abundance that would make life less of a struggle, then this essence teaches you to accept that abundance. It heals issues around accepting financial help and heals beliefs that tell us we have to do it all by ourselves. These beliefs can cut off the flow of abundance into our lives.

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Vibrational essence Sprays. Egypt.

These essences were made in Egypt, both in Luxor and in Hurghada, by the Red Sea.

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Red Sea Creation

This essence was made in Sahl Hasheesh on the Red Sea. This is a truly healing place to be and brings artistic inspiration and deep nourishment. Creating is often a solitary activity, happening in the depths of ourselves. Like a shellfish, our pearls travel through us, channelled, nurtured then birthed onto the beach of our lives, for all to see. It may stay hidden inside our protective shell for a while but eventually the shell will open, gently, and our creation will then be open and available. This essence provides the protective space we need in order to heal and develop our creative gifts and then gives us the courage to birth them into the world.

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Maternal Ancestry

This was created in Sahl Hasheesh, by the Red Sea in Hurghada in a place connected to Neptune, a Northern Sea energy. The essence itself is the energy of a joined Sisterhood of women, flowing from the past and into the future, through the present. The knowledge of our female ancestors is helping us to create new relationships where the creative energy of both male and female are equally honoured; where men recognise the role that women play in creation and where women recognise the gifts that men bring. We all have male and female within us so this helps us to work with both sides of our creative nature, acknowledging the value in both.

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Red Sea Healing

This was the first essence I made when I first arrived in Sahl Hasheesh. I put my feet in the water on the beach and was invited to make an essence. I had not expected to make one so soon after arriving from Luxor, but I obviously needed healing. The essence was gifted by the Goddess of the Bay. A gentle, nurturing Soul, yet highly creative, her essence is balm to the Soul and provides a healing space after challenging times. It brings Peace to Body and Soul and allows for a nurturing of Self, on all levels. This is a gentle essence which slowly brings peace and healing to the body and to the emotions. Trauma, and PTSD, are greatly helped by this essence, especially in conjunction with therapy and healing from other qualified healers.

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Solar Lioness Hatshepsut

This essence was made in the Solar Court of Hatshepsut’s Mortuary Temple in Luxor. This was the place where ceremonies were carried out and offerings given to the Lord of the Sun. The Sun conferred life to all that grew and was the masculine principle of creation. Hatshepsut, a female pharaoh, could channel this solar light through her body to confer the blessings of the Lord of the Sun onto the fields, thus bringing fertility to all that grew, so no-on went hungry. This essence allows you to harness the masculine energy of creation in order to bring abundance into your life. In using this essence you stand tall as you rule over your life. You are your own authority, capable of creating your own abundance especially in areas previously thought of as purely masculine. Your masculine side gains in strength, self-assurance and forward movement bringing growth, healing and creativity.

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St. Catherine’s Hill May Celebration

We were finally given our instructions to go to St. Catherine’s Hill to conclude the lessons of the Spring rites. I wondered why that day had been chosen, a week into the month of May, especially as the 1st of May has always been the traditional day for celebrating the Spring ritual. Perhaps it was because the sun was shining, or maybe it lay in the influence of the stars, or… who knows? I don’t question the instructions. I am simply the witness, the learner, the student.

On the drive there, having picked up a Freecycled chicken coop, I received messages about Mary Wollstonecraft, and the rise of Feminine power. I could feel this power. It was not the rise of women who used male power models as their own, but a true feminine power. However, I didn’t quite understand what this had to do with the Rites of May. I was still no clearer by the end of the day!

We parked along Five-Bridges Road and walked towards the River Itchen. It was important that we came from this direction, rather than the canal end, which was not only full of parked cars but also because the canal was man-made. But I knew, before we came, that we had to be close to the river. When we got to the bridge over the Itchen, it made sense. I had already been told to bring a bottle of water, for an essence, so when prompted, I opened the bottle.

As I stood watching the river flowing towards me, the clouds and blue skies reflected in the water, the fish symbol flowed into my centre (behind my navel). I saw a hand popping a young fish into the bottle I held in my hands. The fish is the symbol of male fertility as it flows through the water and on a previous earth-working with the river, Chris, Eartha and I had anchored that energy to the river from the Brooks centre in Winchester.

So, with bottle in hand, infused with the male energy of the river, we followed the path to St. Catherine’s Hill. It was a lovely sunny day and as we walked, I could smell nettles, Angelica, and May blossom. My sense of smell seemed more sensitive than usual, making the walk so much more pleasant. We stopped briefly at the canal lock where the water was rushing through it like a waterfall, creating a mist of cool moist air, then we made our way up the steps to St. Catherine’s Hill.

Chris had the remnants of a cold so he stayed beside the river while I headed upward to the summit. It isn’t a mountain, but it felt like one! My thigh muscles burned and my hip complained mightily, but I knew this had to be done if I wanted to understand the significance of the hill to our ancestors. I need to walk up hills more often!

As I reached the innermost bank, I saw the creative energy in the center of the hill, in the form of a dragon. I heard myself call the dragon awake and watched as it emerged from the ground beneath where the remains of St. Catherine’s Church lay. As the dragon pulled itself from the earth, it shook the soil from its great wings, surfacing eventually and taking flight above the hill. Its colour was a combination of gold and red, making it look nearly orange. I haven’t seen one this colour before, two colours combined in this way. It was beautiful. Once again, I heard myself call the dragons to awaken, to take flight, to soar in the air. This felt like a resurrection of sorts.

I walked towards the top of the hill, and into the beech tree copse which now had new Spring leaves open, creating shifting patterns on the floor below. I had an impulse to pour some of the Itchen water in my bottle onto the rise in the centre, bringing the fertile river, energetically, to the hill, connecting them both. I was told to infuse the water in my bottle with the energies of the hill and so I tuned in and watched to see the energies move into the water. Now, along with the fertility of the water, it also contained the heart of St, Catherine’s Hill.

An energy band came from the left of me, then another one came from the east. The western one was masculine and the eastern one, female. They flowed into me and then rose in twin columns high into the air, through my head, where they coiled upwards together like a candy-cane. I waited until that was stable and wandered around the top of the hill, but saw no more. Until, walking out of the clearing, I heard a woman’s voice say: ‘Join with us, sister.’

I turned to look back into the trees, and saw a circle of young women holding hands, and dancing in an anticlockwise direction around the centre of the hill. They were dressed in while linen and all had a circlet of May flowers around their heads.

Inside their circle, dancing in a clockwise direction, were the young men. Circles within circles, sunwise and widdershins. The pair who had been chosen to hold the creative energies for the year, and who represented the male and female energies of creation, appeared in the centre of the dancing circles. They did not participate in the dance but appeared to be ‘holding’ the energies that the dancers were building.  

When they had completed their dance, both groups of dancers moved in a line and took their place behind each of the pair, the girls in one line, the boys in another. Then they moved forwards, following their leader in a procession, separating once they had reached the outer limit of the hilltop. The girls moved east, and the boys west, still in a line, moving to the eastern and western bottom of the hill where they encircled the base of the hill and re-joined, taking the energy down to the flood-plain.

The rites were complete and they would spend the night feasting and celebrating.

Once I had witnessed this, I walked back towards the outer boundary, but glanced back towards the summit and saw a huge flame burning, the same colour as the dragon, red and gold. I heard the words: ‘the flame burns for another year’.

Reaching the inner bank of the hill, the dragon appeared again. It was only visible from the bank, for some reason, as I had not been aware of it while I was inside the trees. But now, it was large and alive, and I was told to open the essence bottle. This large dragon then popped a miniature version of itself into the water and once it was inside, I replaced the cap.

I returned to the river, where Chris was waiting, and we walked back the way we had come. When we were crossing the river again, I was instructed to pour some of this essence back into the water, completing the circle of fertility.

The most important aspect of this entire season’s learning, from February through to May was the marriage of water and earth. The Hill, the pregnant mound of the Mother, marries the water energies of the River to maintain the fertility of the land, so that food was assured for the coming season. In the past, the Itchen overflowed at certain of the years, bringing fertile silt from up-river. This reminds me of the Nile flooding, when rituals like this were also carried out at the Temple below the great pyramid. Many sacred Mother sites, to do with fertility, were connected to a river. Stonehenge, Stanton Drew, and of course, Winchester, etc.

The observance of these rites kept the energy flowing, each element dancing together. There was no sense of male energy, or female energy, being more important than the other, but a recognition of the necessary interplay between the two. To our detriment, we have lost this understanding but perhaps it is time we resurrected it, like the dragon.

Danebury Hillfort Crone.

Waiting to go to St, Catherine’s Hill for the Mayday conclusion to the male and female mystery teachings we had been shown on the Magdalene Down Barrows, instead, we get the call to go to Danebury Hillfort… again! I was told that I would be given a new symbol there and another essence.

The 360 degree view from the highest point in Danebury. This is where we see, clairvoyantly, the house where the Guardian lives. He is often standing in front of the door, either alone or with his wife.

Danebury is the active Mother site for Hampshire, connected to many other settlement sites around the county, including St. Catherine’s Hill in Winchester. We receive many gifts at Danebury Hillfort and are often ‘called’ to go there. As usual, it is best to go without expectations because what we received was not what we expected.

As we walked through the entrance and into the womb of the site, I felt the guardian walking behind me. This time, he was wearing a simple creamy-white ankle-length tunic. But as we walked to the highest point, beneath the huge beech tree, I became aware of the old woman. I was surprised to see her, as it is Spring, so I did not expect to see the Crone of Winter!

But, she explained to me as we approached her, that modern humans have a tendency to separate the seasons. We see Spring as separate to Summer; summer as separate to Winter; Winter as separate to Spring. But they saw it as a continuum, an interconnected cycle, each season growing into the next. There was nothing to separate them. She highlighted the Blackthorn and how it flowers in Spring, then the blossoms become fruit which are then harvested in early Winter (They had no autumn!).

Crab Apple Tree inside the fort.
Crab Apple Blossom

Beech trees at the entrance of the fort.

When we got up to the top, I saw her patiently waiting inside her house, sitting beside the fire. She told me to take the bottle of water as she wanted me to make an essence. Into the bottle, she place a flame of her fire, to keep me warm in winter. Next, she put in a ladle of fruit-brew, made of leaves and berries she had collected since spring; food that had been picked and stored all year to prepare for the winter months. It represented the knowledge of how to prepare, how to save, how to source food from their locality. She placed some wheat into the bottle too; grown in Spring and harvested in late summer, again stored in pits for the long winter months. The essence was to be called: Winter Fruits.

Next, while the bottle was still open, she gave us each a gift. Mine was an arrowhead, on a thong made of deer-hide. Chris’s was a chalk loom-weight. Once she had given us these gifts, she then picked up an adder by the tail and dropped it into the bottle, then instructed me to close it, so the energy could not escape. I was also instructed not to release this essence until the right time, because it for the teachers.

It was then Chris’s turn to work. He was told to pour water on the ground, on a specific point, and when he saw the water go out in blue lines to other places. These lines also appeared as ribbons. Then he became aware of the Maypole and how lines of different colours, connected to different sites, radiated out into the landscape. The people dancing around the Maypole gathered the lines, like ribbons of energy, and wound them around it, thereby connecting themselves energetically to these other places. The coloured ribbons represented frequencies of light in and above the landscape.

Exmoor ponies on the Slopes.
Burial mound seen from Danebury.
Not a view the ancestors would recognise.

This is something I have anchored in other places too, but the first time that Chris has seen it. These ‘poles’ are static; they are not moved. The original meaning, and function, of the Maypole has been lost, but can be brought back if enough people learn how to work with them again. They are anchored at important sites, such as Danebury, Winchester, and Beacon Hill, and maintain the important energetic connections between sites.

When the Crone had finished her gifting, the Male Guardian appeared. He stood in front of me and drew a symbol of light with two colours, on my forehead. He said that this symbol was used in conjunction with the Shepherd’s Crook symbol, so it was a teacher’s symbol, for those ready to guide others through their initiatic gateways.

So, releasing expectations was the order of the day.

But we’ll still go to St. Catherine’s Hill, just in case…

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.