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.

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?

Energetic development of a Stone Circle.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/2017/06/28/avebury-stone-circle-weird-square-archaeologists-find/

This article shows how the Avebury stone circle began, archaeologically. But what does this show us about how these huge sacred sites evolved energetically?

In the beginning…  

From all of the work I, and others, have done we have found that sacred sites have very humble beginnings. What begins with one person, and his family, living on a small energy point, often put there by his own skills of earth energy-work, and through the slow growth of that site, a site of major significance would eventually be created. Like concentric circles of energy expanding out into the surrounding landscape, these sites are built up over time.

The energy-point itself can be an ancient, dormant point, or it could be newly established. But whatever the reason for its creation the person anchoring it does so in stages. He/She lives on the site, infusing it with their own energy. Visiting holy people would also add to it and slowly it would grow,. The energy templates, like stacks of CDs, are layered over time, changing the atmosphere around them. Planting ideas and energies designed to re-balance and nurture the landscape, influencing future generations of people.

The site would have had a home, with energetic boundaries, to begin with, then perhaps a bank and ditch. The building, lived in by the family of the earth-worker (or shaman if you prefer) would become the central point, although not necessarily geographically in the centre of the circle created by the banks that surrounded it. The family would have acted as the guardians of the sacred place, holding the energy, allowing it to grow, adding energies to it as the site needed.

Everything of a sacred nature, i.e. buildings, stone circles etc, has an energetic blueprint. Physicalising the energies of the site falls to successive generations; they follow the intuitive promptings of the previously anchored energies. Sites are anchored firstly by tree trunks, and later by stones, which act as acupuncture needles, allowing particular energies to flow in the desired directions, energies that are needed depending on the original blueprint.

Some are destined to remain small, yet others become massive, affecting whole areas of the landscape. But all are connected, all are part of an overall Motherboard, ensuring the fertility of the land and the balance of nature.

At specific points of high energy in the cycle of the year, the sites would be collectively energised, ensuring the people’s survival, and balance, with that of their land. This is the origin of the Festivals. Each site has its own particular function in the landscape. Some are Spring, when the sun energises the seeds and awakens the Winter Goddess, the crone, making her young again,  the land becoming  ‘virgin’ once more, ready to begin the process of planting.

Other sites, such as Uffington, celebrated the Mayday energies, a time for human fertility, ensuring a good harvest; ‘Mother’ sites, such as Fosbury Hillfort, the Itchen Banjo and Danebury etc., hold the energies of the Fecund Mother, holding her human children in her sacred womb.

Other sites, Long Barrows, celebrate the ancestors and the journey into the void, the Crone. Returning to the void of creation. They are the burial place of the sacred families, whose bones anchor the energies of death and rebirth.

Every site has its function and celebrations, not empty ritual, but energy-work, renewing the land for the future stability of the tribes.

Other energy points were created and ‘held’ by a person who, in life, had been a wielder of power. That power was in her bones, in her physical body, and it was this energy that was placed in sacred burial places, Barrow burials. As long as the barrow and its inhabitant was honoured the energy flowed. Barrows too were part of the overall blueprint, each barrow fulfilling its own function and guarded by the energy of the person buried inside it. 

You can also see this belief in early Christianity as ‘relics’. The bones, or possessions of the ‘Saint’ still holding its original owner’s saintly energy. Every church or chapel had its own relics, even if, in later years, they were not actually the real saint’s bones, but people still believed in them.

Some sites were destined to be lived in, to be holders of sacred life, but others, such as stone circles, were designed to be places of power, ritual and creation. The circles were gateways, allowing energy to flow in or flow out, places considered to be the Divine Womb, where the sun fertilised the seeds of the Mother.

They had other uses too of course, but in terms of energywork in the landscape, I am focusing on this purpose. Circles like Avebury were used as a clearer of local energies. They acted like giant demanifesters, clearing old energies and allowing them to be renewed. Energies, thoughtforms no longer valid, negative human emotions, are all pulled into the void to be transformed and birthed anew. A good place for ‘letting go’ if you tune into that aspect of the circle. It makes me think of giant snakes eating and destroying, with its body, the negative or outmoded creations of others.

But, according to the article above, Avebury started life in much the same way as other sacred circles: as a home, a simple wooden structure. Perhaps the person who inhabited the house created the initial energies which ultimately, over hundreds of years, became the Avebury Complex. This is how many of them began. The person creates the necessary thoughtforms, anchors the layers of energy over years, and the people who come after him or her, continue the creation of the anchored blueprint. Even today, this is how sites evolve. You only have to look at how Findhorn began, to get an idea of what I mean. Who knows what Findhorn will become in a few hundred years.

So you see how these massive complexes can have had very humble beginnings. A small family of people who have brought their sacred knowldege with them and who anchor the foundations of very important sites for generations of people into the future. Thousands of years later, and we are learning how to access this energy and renew the sacred work that our ancestors did. Bringing back the balance, anchoring the new seed ideas and changing our ways of life so that future generations can survive and thrive.

This is a very brief explanation, as there are probably books worth of information needed to explain all of this, but I hope it gives you a flavour of how sites begin, so that when you tune into one, you carry this knowledge with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unexpected Dragon Clearing.

cornwall056I have been busy lately, having undergone some shifts relating to letting go of allowing myself to be controlled, or manipulated into doing what others want me to do.
As healers, we are particularly susceptible to this, but once we recognise how someone else’s needs may be holding us back, it is then up to us to allow it or to move on to more empowered living.
It can be painful and disorienting but ultimately freeing.
Controlling or manipulative behaviour stems from fear, and is not done on purpose. Recognising that helps us to stay out of a victim-place, knowing that, once we understand what we are experiencing we can then make choices about what course of action needs to be taken.
For me, it is about pulling back, finding my own centre again. Sometimes it feels like starting over, and that’s OK too. I immerse myself in creativity and find my new direction, which appears eventually.
I had an experience with dragon energy three weeks ago which I now understand was the start of this letting go. I was preparing to go to Carisbrooke Castle, on the Isle of Wight, to do energy work when I closed my eyes and saw a rainbow dragon swirling up around my legs. As it moved further up around my body it became a black dragon, and then further up still a white dragon. As it spiralled around me it was collecting energy the same colour as itself, so the black dragon was collecting black energy streams, and the rainbow dragon, different colours energy streams. When it reached above my head it spun itself, as if on a spindle and spiralled back to where the energies had originated. what-are-dragons1
I saw that they were other people’s energy: desires, Will, needs. I didn’t know what they were exactly, but I knew they were sent out from other people and were affecting me somehow. Later, I realised that it was through using an essence, one I made at St. Nectan’s Waterfall but never actually used, that this was happening in the first place. I never knew what this essence was for but through this experience I discovered that it clears other people’s energy commitments from your ‘field’, freeing you to follow your own path!
I am still going through this process, as it takes time and much clearing of emotion to continue a path you didn’t know you weren’t on anymore! But I am slowly feeling more centred again and more in control of my own destiny!
So, once again, I have learned a new way that dragon-energy works in our field. The fact that the dragons shifted colour as they moved up through my energy-field tells me about the energies I had inadvertently accepted; the thoughts or desires that I thought were mine but which were proving to be a blockage to my own path.
This must happen all the time, to everyone. We all affect each other, one way or the other, but sometimes it gets in the way and needs to be cleared. The people from whom we have accepted these energy streams become very obvious as we begin the process of clearing. It is in our everyday interactions with people that tell us what behaviours and feelings are connected to them. Once we have that information, then we can choose what we do with them. I usually withdraw gracefully and continue on my own path. Other people can fulfil their needs, it doesn’t have to be me.
So now I am back on track…or at least getting there and getting ready to continue the journey. I have only a vague idea of where this is leading me but it will be of my Soul’s choosing, not anyone else’s.

Records of Readings.

As a way for people to have a copy of their reading online, I have set up a blog of Readings, each one password protected, so your readings are private. The readings are not public. This makes it easier for you to access your reading, or readings, attunements or healings, anytime you wish to. So if you lose your copy at any point, you know it is archived on the blog.

I won’t be able to put all past readings on there as there are far too many, but if you particularly want yours on there, just email me, or message me on FB, and I will put it up!

Here is the link for the new blog. https://gaiamethodreadings.wordpress.com/

The Rainbow Serpent.

After a trip to Avebury during the summer, I finally understood the Rainbow Serpent. I had been asking for a long time about what it really represented and I finally got my answer. I had an idea of what it ‘might’ be but never fully understood it. 

We hadn’t been to Avebury for a few years, spending so much time travelling and doing earth-work in Egypt, so it was nice to return to the circle to see how the energies were working now. Oddly, as we walked around the circle, we felt nothing, until we came to the large portal stones, which had a blue-energetic wall connecting the two. We walked through them. We had come into the circle from the Barn-side and had not entered through the ‘portal’, which could be why we had not been picking anything up. After we went through it, our ‘energy-field’ was more sensitive to the energies present at the site and we were able to communicate with the energies there.

After passing through the portal, which felt like a link to Mexico and the Maya, (this could be the result of  the many group visits to Avebury by a woman named Aluna Joy, who does many workshops in the UK now. She works with the Maya energies.) we decided to walk up the Avenue. As we walked I tuned into the energy being held by the stones lining the avenue. I could see lines of different colours and widths moving towards the main circle from the Sanctuary and from the Sanctuary to the main circle, like stripes.

There were three colours, green, red and blue. Each of these colours fulfils a different function: red is the Earth energy that fills the land with vitality; green is the colour of vegetation, it brings fertility to the soil, and blue is the colour of the water energy. Water has always played an important role in these Circle groups.

On previous work at the Sanctuary, which is at the end of the avenue, I had seen a serpent’s head emerge where the avenue opened up into the Sanctuary, so I was already aware of the serpent connection, but now I understood what it meant!

Each colour is a wave-band, feeding the land and the atmosphere with a particular frequency of vitality. Everything is balanced and held by the stones, which act like acupuncture needles, holding and keeping the energies in balance. The stones at Avebury and the avenue alternate male and female. The lozenge-shaped ones are female, and the tall pointed ones are male. On the avenue too, they face each other on opposite sides of the avenue.

Everything about Avebury is Balance, balancing the forces of nature in all of its aspects, in that part of England. Avebury is not isolated either. It too fulfils a function in the larger grid of energies. Everything is connected.

We didn’t walk in the other direction this time, to the Adam and Eve stones,  but we will do it the next time.

So the Rainbow serpent is not made up of all colours of the rainbow necessarily, but each ‘serpent’ has its own colour bands, depending on where it is located in the world and what is required at each place on the network.

The Stones at Avebury keep the serpent contained but the Rainbow Serpent can move above and below land. In ‘containing’ it the stones are making sure that the colour bands are being guided to where they have the best effect in the landscape, much like an electronic circuit.

I will have to re-visit some of the other stone avenues to see if this applies to them too.  Merrivale springs to mind…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Whatever happened to Mother?

I wrote this blog a few years ago while I was living in Luxor but it was really more about my observations of how the Catholic faith ‘disappeared’ the Mother, especially in the British Isles. But it hadn’t always been that way.

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As a result of being able to see the energy or ritual I was able to see what happened during the Catholic Mass and the consecration of the bread and the wine. That told me a lot about the Catholic Church!

But read the blog and you will see how I came to my conclusions!

Today’s Message…on Grumbling!

I’m sorting out the kitchen and getting lunch ready and suddenly upstairs chime in with “Just for today, do not grumble.”

This is obviously a new slant on Usui’s five precepts:

Just for today (Kyo dake wa):

Don’t get angry (Okoru na*)

Don’t worry (Shinpai su na)

Be grateful (Kansha shite)

Work diligently (Gyo wo hage me)

Be kind to others (Hito ni shinsetsu ni)

What do they mean, do not grumble? I’m not grumbling! I thought, rather put out that they’d even suggested that I might be. But, as I cast my mind back to how I had been behaving all morning I had to admit, that yes, I was definitely grumbling!

Grumbling about the fact that Omar (my husband) had thrown his jeans onto the table before going to sleep last night and had inadvertently spilt my half-finished cup of tea all over it, ruining some hand-made grass table mats, and thank God, missing my laptop. I didn’t discover it until I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the loo! That was grumble number one! (Note to self, put away tea mug before going to bed!)

Then I discovered that we had an invasion of fire ants in the dustbin under the sink! Grumble number two. So I spent half an hour while cooking and cleaning, spraying them with poison that could kill a horse (not good when you’re cooking), and then sweeping up their little dead bodies. There were a lot of them!

Fire ants are very small ants with a sting worse than a horsefly’s so the last thing you want in your kitchen is hundreds of them! We had the same problem in Luxor when we went back to the flat just before we painted it. As soon as we blocked one of their ‘doorways’ through our tiles, they would find another one! Thankfully, this time, we had the right insecticide.

And I don’t care what ‘upstairs’ say about all of us creatures co-habiting. I’m not sharing my living space with fire ants, mosquitos or blood-sucking flies, so my killer spray is always at hand. As Seth says ‘we create our own reality’, well my reality doesn’t include insects that leave a nasty bite!

THEN, I was filling a container with pasta and the bag tore, sending the pasta all over the floor. The same floor I had sprayed with ant killer only half and hour earlier. Grumble number three!

So, between trying to kill the ant invasion and getting food ready, I was obviously grumbling…a lot. Well, I did have to completely gut the kitchen to get rid of them…grumble number four!

Hmm, maybe they’re right.  I’ll have to listen up and take my guides suggestion on board and watch my ‘grumbling’ habit. The last thing I want is to create a worse insect-ridden life; it takes me away from my writing.  So perhaps if I stop grumbling about them they won’t invade my space and I might actually get my editing done!

So, Just For Today, I Am Not going to Grumble…anymore! Have a nice day!

Here is a video on these little suckers! If you’re interested…

 

Queen of Trees and Isis, Goddess of Egypt.

This amazing film is about the Sycamore Fig, a tree which was once sacred to the Goddesses Isis, Hathor and Nut. Trees have always been an important source of nourishment to human beings and to all the creatures that live in and on them. This tree is fecund and nourishing and quite probably was a source of survival for all of those people who didn’t live in palaces but who lived so much closer to the land around the Nile.

When you watch the film, think about why it was sacred to the Mother Goddesses. Look at it symbolically, keeping in mind that the Mothers are the Feeders of humanity. Sweet milk is the milk of the mother, but she also gives of her fruit. This tree is especially significant to a region which does not have trees that are this abundant, all year round, and this film shows why.

To me, this is the Symbolic Tree of Life, which is not a vertical tree, but a horizontal one, spreading its branches, from its Nile tree-trunk to other places in Egypt. Watching this film helps me to understand how this works, as the fig’s fruit travels all over the surrounding countryside via other creatures, seeding new trees. This is what we do, as Gaia Method healers. We are symbolic trees too!

To the Ancient Egyptians, the tree had two functions, one physical and one energetic, and both fed the country and its people. Can you see the biblical Eve in this tree? She is not tempting, but feeding! There is a reason that it is not a male god in the tree!

But anyway, watch the movie and think Mother Goddess and her priests and priestesses and see what you get from it. If you get nothing of this nature but you appreciate the beautiful photography then that is enough. It is a beautiful film in its own right.

Enjoy.

 

 

 

On the Importance of Heresy…

If we have no heretics we must invent them, for heresy is essential to health and growth. ― Yevgeny Zamyatin

This morning’s on-awakening message was about the importance of heresy and heretics. Changes in deep-seated religious beliefs cannot happen without the heretics challenging the rigid status quo of beliefs about God, or society.

I’ve been thinking about that all morning, and I went online to check out some famous heretics. Living here in Egypt, we have our own famous heretic, Pharoah Akhenaten, who tried to change the spiritual beliefs of the entire country, failing, but only somewhat. His spiritual beliefs became part of the Jewish tradition.

The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy. ― Yevgeny Zamyatin

Yes, Jesus was a heretic, as was Mary Magdalene, the first Christian. So was Mohammed, and his first wife, Khadija. She too was the first Muslim.  And Moses? Well… not that that is any consolation to fundamentalists of our three main western religions, all of which originated in the Middle East. Or perhaps I am being heretical?

Anway, hopefully you get my point. These heretics came to change the way humanity was doing things, none of them really succeeded, but they tried. Some got the real message and used it to base their life on, but most just used the beliefs to prop themselves up with. They are still doing it now.

I’m not sure why ‘upstairs’ are giving me this info at this time?   I am searching my inner and outer world to see why it applies. Are they reassuring me? Are some old Irish Catholic beliefs being stirred up internally? That’s probable. I do struggle with some issues of the Gaia Method system, especially when talking to men about it. It gives me a hot flush; being menopausal really shows me where my anxieties lie!

Working with the Gaia Method is a challenge because it really does challenge some unconscious beliefs around God, the Father! Because it is divinely Feminine in nature, and not Masculine, like our three main western religions, I suppose the fear is always there that it will end badly! Or that our Divine feminine energy will be suppressed etc. Not that I am putting myself on a par with the Moses, Jesus and Mohammed, but you get the idea. I believe too, that without the wives of these men, they could not have come as far as they did. The women played a vital role in their ability to teach their new ideas and to live them. Akhenaten was not an exception; if it wasn’t for Nefertiti’s strength he might never have gotten to Akhetaten in the first place. If it wasn’t for Khadija, Mohammed would have been too terrified to pass on his channelled information and if it wasn’t for Mary Magdalene, Jesus would not have learned about the rights of women to be free. Moses too learned his stuff from a Bedouin woman, who became his wife!

I believe too, that without the wives of these men, they would not have come as far as they did. The women played a vital role in their ability to teach their new ideas and to live them. Akhenaten was not an exception; if it wasn’t for Nefertiti’s strength he might never have gotten to Akhetaten in the first place. If it wasn’t for Khadija, Mohammed would have been too terrified to pass on his channelled information and if it wasn’t for Mary Magdalene, Jesus would not have learned about the rights of women to be free. Moses too learned his stuff from a Bedouin woman, who then became his wife! All of these men had female teachers, who taught them self-trust and awareness. Without those female teachers, our three main religions might never have come to be. It’s a shame that the rest of the population could not accept the teachings, but the seeds are still there.

Perhaps my own fear of what it means to be a heretic, especially after dying rather horribly having been accused of being one in the USA a few centuries ago, as a young Quaker girl, is triggered. Yes, even writing about it brings on a hot flush. I came in with that lifetime very close to the surface, and obviously, I chose that for a reason. Even though I know I am ‘safe’ enough in this lifetime, the fears still remain, although I know I can move past them. I know rationally that they don’t apply this time around, so I need to have an inner conversation with myself.

I’ll let you know what happens!

 

New Seth’s Deleted Sessions.

I have just bought the first book in the series of Seth’s Personal Sessions, now that they are finally on Kindle, and I cannot put it down. Reading it in bed, before I sleep, my eyelids are struggling to stay open.

Now, I have been a fan of the Seth books for over twenty years, and have based my own personal development around them, using his higher insight and information. But often, because I am a predominantly spiritual/emotional person, although my rational mind is pretty well developed too, I tend to understand things more from an ‘experienced’ place. Intellectual ideas spin me out. So I tend to learn experientially, like most healers and psychics.

As a result of that, sometimes I found it difficult to understand how to use some of the information that Seth spoke about because I did not have a ‘hook’ to hang it on. Until now!

Because Jane, the woman who Seth spoke through while Jane was in trance, died earlier than they had hoped, and in the same way as her own mother, I had always wondered, from a psychological perspective, why she had died that way and what had prevented her from healing her illness, given that she was receiving so much help from Seth.

These books explain it all; and because they are focused on the personal, psychological issues of both Jane and her husband Rob, and their respective families and friends, I find it easy to understand and to work with.

So many of the older famous teachers, Shakti Gawain and others, based their life’s work around teaching the concepts of how we create our reality, originally taught by Seth. They were my teachers when I first began my own awakening journey in 1994. So when I found the Seth books, it all fell into place.

Reading The Personal Sessions takes me to another level of understanding of how to work with the deeper aspects of our psyches that can cause so much difficulty in our lives.

To give you an example, and one which is highly pertinent, as a family member has recently gone through an episode of this nature, and this has also been my experience on my own journey, Seth says this to Jane’s husband, who is recording Seth’s words:

(1) “In a new crisis situation, in facing a present crisis squarely and dealing with it in adult terms, he may indeed free himself largely; for the present situation through association brings up highly charged emotional energies that have been stopped up and causing difficulty.

It is highly necessary then that his present course be maintained, expressing his emotions honestly to himself and to you; and examining them, if he prefers, afterward, then taking with you whatever steps are necessary in your family situation. This is the adult’s chance to understand and emotionally exorcise parental ghosts from the child’s past. They will be viewed in the light of the present, brought up because of your family’s dilemma, to the light of day.

Ruburt (Jane’s entity name) should not brush aside any emotional connections then, but understand what is happening. For this process is releasing him already, and operates like a catharsis.”

This is exactly what happens in our life. We are triggered by an external event. The trigger opens up blocked emotional energy which then emerges, flooding us with unexpressed emotion. Once this dammed up emotional energy is released, we get to a point of being able to understand rationally, why it came up in the first place and what the emotional block was all about. This is not an easy process, but it clears things in an amazing way, freeing us to pursue a path which was previously closed to us, due to the emotional energy blockage.   Needless to say, there are layers of issues to work with but eventually they do clear, if you keep working on them.

On a physical level, Jane died with crippling arthritis and Seth tried to help both Jane and Rob to understand why she was ill, even though when Seth gave this information, the illness had not come so far:

(2) “The symptoms themselves cause certain chemical changes that have an effect, then, on the personality itself. If the self accepts the symptoms, and in all cases of illness to some extent or another this is true, then paradoxically a portion of the self identifies with the symptoms. (i.e. my depression, my illness, etc)

To rip away the symptoms becomes a ripping away of a portion of the self, even if a most disagreeable portion. The procedures immediately call for new growth on the part of the self, to replace what is being taken away, and to replace it in a more constructive fashion. This necessitates finding the causes for the symptoms, backtracking, really, to the point before the symptoms’ appearance, and facing problems now that would not be faced then. The symptoms represent in all cases one attempt, one method, of solving the existing problems. The personality must become aware of the inefficiency of such a manner. Now in some cases a physical illness is the best solution for various reasons having to do with reincarnational influences, and the inner lack of balance of the personality. In Ruburt’s case this is not so. We are trying to make him see the basic difficulty, and give him a solution that is acceptable. He should make every effort to understand them consciously as well as emotionally.”

(3) For years, literally, it was hammered into Ruburt’s subconscious that he was not worthy of any kind of success, and that he would be punished for his treatment of his mother. The suggestions came from the mother. Suggestions given by the mother are always the most tenacious in any case. While he struggled (to succeed), these did not cause him noticeable difficulty, though they operated underground, impeding his progress. Only when it seemed that success was on its way, or inevitable, did these suggestions show their effects. He is conscious of some of these in a general fashion. His mother let it be known that she had no use for him, and he thought if his mother could not love him, then certainly there must be something seriously wrong and unworthy about him. Running away gave him a feeling of security, but he ran in desperation. He stopped running to deal with the problem, to meet it head on. Symbolically then, he stopped running, but he carried this out in physical terms also. On a few occasions the mother went so far as to say: “I hope you are crippled someday, too.” And this became the feared punishment.”

Unfortunately, Jane was unable to heal this very deep psyche wound, and eventually died at the age of fifty-five years. Perhaps if she had had access to therapists and healers, as we do today, things might have been very different, who knows?

So if you are a healer, and you want to understand how to move through issues that arise, emotionally and physically, I recommend you read these books, plus the other Seth Books, all of which you can buy on Amazon. They are books that you will never stop reading! They are always valuable and useful. For me, the personal Sessions are a firm favourite, and ones I will go back to again and again, once I have read them all, that is. I just love them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quote 1) Roberts, Jane. The Personal Sessions: Book One of the Deleted Seth Material: Personal Seth Sessions 11/15/65 – 12/6/71 (Kindle Locations 1670-1671). New Awareness Network Inc. Kindle Edition.

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Quote 2) Roberts, Jane. The Personal Sessions: Book One of the Deleted Seth Material: Personal Seth Sessions 11/15/65 – 12/6/71 (Kindle Locations 1586-1594). New Awareness Network Inc. Kindle Edition.

 

 

 

Reading the Soul.

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A Soul reading can be many things. It can tell you what our Soul desires to accomplish, on a personal level, in this lifetime. It can tell you what you do, as a Soul, in the Spirit-world, in terms of our Soul service. It can tell you what you are here on the planet to do, for instance, if you are already training to be a guide, or involved in other purposeful work, for instance, in the environment, with people, or animals, etc.  It can be instructive, teaching you to remember why you chose to incarnate this time around, or it can be advice on how to work through a certain issue that you might have been grappling with for many lifetimes.

Many times, if it is necessary for your Soul, or ‘entity’, to remind you of what you planned to do here, you might find other lifetimes being brought to your attention, lifetimes that have a bearing on your current challenges. This is to remind your Soul, rather than your personality, because your Soul can then prompt your personality into understanding that there is a reason why you are doing what you are doing, or why you are experiencing what you are experiencing.

Sometimes you are given, if it will you help you, your Soul Age in terms of development. When your guides do this it is to remind you that you have had many lifetimes of experience behind you and that this current challenge is probably one you have met before, therefore, you have many skills and abilities at your disposal. In other words “You can do this”.

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Having experienced  Life between Life regression sessions (Andy Tomlinson) and many years of past-life work, this has given me a wonderful connection to the Soul World. I also participated, as a ‘subject’ in one of Andy’s books on Life Between Lives, where I was regressed and spoke on behalf of my own group of Elders who were able to answer Andy’s questions on many subjects, including the legend of Atlantis, animal souls and why we choose certain lives to work on. He wrote this book in collaboration with Ian Lawton.

 

This gave me a connection to that level that I have never lost. For me, that is the true meaning of Bringing Heaven to Earth, making ourselves more aware of our Soul’s existence and working at opening up to that level of awareness.

 

Any of Andy’s books, and especially the Books by Dr. Michael Newton, are an amazing resource if you are interested in this subject. Dr. Newton’s books opened the way for me to be able to read the Soul History and Purpose of other people. Even though it took me 17 years to do it!

I also worked, and continue to work,  with Melvyn Foey, a wonderful Network Chiropractor and Past Life Facilitator, with a practice in Winchester, and in Cornwall. With him, I undercovered the reasons why I had had so many fears around actualising my purpose in this lifetime.

I would recommend, if you are interested in learning more about yourself as a Soul, that you check out these books. It makes a Soul Reading much easier to understand if you understand how the process of living as a Soul works. The books also go into lots of detail about your guides and their function in your life, and why you chose the life you chose in the first place.

 

 

Soul Readings can be used to understand the dynamics within relationships, both family and intimate.  Once you understand the background and purpose of relationship difficulties it becomes much easier to accept them and to work through them. This understanding might also give you the courage you need to leave a damaging relationship or to work through issues that are actually there for your growth within the relationship.

Fears, gifts, talents, and ways of life can also be explained, and you might discover that you have a gift that you could be actualizing in your physical life. Your personality character is better understood once you see why you chose the circumstances in your life, and the challenges which face you.

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As my own guides once told me “The challenge is to overcome the challenges.” Knowing this, gave me the courage and strength to continue ‘overcoming’. Working with my Soul through past life and inter-lives work helped me enormously.

WE are so much greater that the sum of our parts!

The Ruby of the Divine Feminine.

ruby-bottleThe Ruby Energy is an energy attunement, where the Ruby Ray is anchored in your energy-field, allowing you to work with this beautiful, loving energy of the Mother.

I have written a post, on my Earth-working site, that covers my first experience of the Ruby Energy. Since then, most of my work involves the anchoring of this Ruby Light, which is the Light of the Heart of the Mother.  It is the light of the Divine Feminine consciousness, as it moves through Love, and is the energy we are most in need of today.

Since my first experience of receiving this Ruby Light, I have been sent to places where this love is the most needed. That work involved preparing the energy grids to accept the energy when it comes flooding into the grid. Old, negative beliefs around the sacred feminine, women’s power, religious beliefs, all need to be cleared from the memory banks in the energy grids. Memories remain in the ether, and they continue to exert an influence on the thinking and beliefs of the people in the surrounding areas, so they have to be cleared, and primed, before the Ruby energy can flow freely.

For countries that have patriarchal religions, this is vital, because we have been hugely misinformed about our power as women, so this now can be rectified.

There are many great teachers and channels in the world, both male and female, who work with the Divine Feminine energies, and together, we are healing the old world and building the new one. We are not removing the ‘masculine’ but bringing it back into balance, teaching that we can live in balance and harmony, both male and female together. That is the way it is supposed to be.

The Ruby energy is an important aspect of this work, for it is through Love that we can bring change. I am not talking here about romantic love, but love in its true sense, which can often feel completely the opposite to what we think love is. Working with the Love Ray of the Ruby, we have to learn all the lessons of love, and they are not quite as you think! It is not all roses and wine, although it can be.

It is also letting go; self-sacrifice, but not in a crucifixion way. Killing yourself to protect someone else is counter-productive. How can you help someone out of a hole if you are in it with them?

Learning to balance your needs with the needs of others is an act of love. Leaving people to find their own way in life, is an act of love, because you are trusting that person to work it out for themselves.

There are many ways to love, and the Ruby Ray helps us to learn that. It is not often easy, but learning the lessons of love makes you so much more effective in the world and in this world, we need to be.

 

 

 

 

 

Examples of Dragon/Serpent-Work.

For diary entries of work I did with Dragon energies here are some links to my earth-work site, where I recorded my earth-work journals. That is still a work in progress as the work never stops, it just gets added to. But it will give you some idea of how to work with the dragon energies, so that when you find yourself seeing them, and they’re doing unexpected things, you will know that you are, in fact, an absolutely sane and rational human being!

Red Dragons

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More Serpents

Green Dragons

Gold Dragons

Black Dragons

Bronze dragons

White Dragons.

 

 

 

The Merkaba and Attunements. A History…

orasi_iezekiil_1This morning my guides gave me the name ‘Ezekiel’.  They had given it to me the week before, when I was with Eartha, but I had forgotten it. So this morning, having been prompted again, I looked it up. I knew he was a prophet of the Hebrew tradition and that he had had a vision of a fiery wheeled chariot of God, but that was about it. However, googling him opened up some interesting information.

He was a Jewish prophet, born in 622 BC, in Israel, who had many visions of the energies of ‘God’ as he understood it. Today we might think of it as ‘The Source’, or the Universe’ etc. His first vision was that of the Merkaba, the Throne of God. We think of the Merkaba as a more modern energetic ‘structure’ but it has its roots in Judaism, and that tradition came originally from Egypt.

Breaking down the word we know that it had its origins in Egypt, in the priestess/priest training. Mer-Ka-Ba.  Mer is the personality, the Human Will, in Egyptian language. It is our personality, with all of its desires and cravings, etc. It also is the symbol of the Hoe, which was used to create the foundations of the temples. The Ka is our Spirit body. That part of us that can leave the physical body at will and wanders around doing work in places which we cannot reach, but it is always connected to us. It contains our ancient knowledge and training, garnered through prior temple lifetimes, in many cultures. The Ba is our Soul awareness, our connection to All That Is, and that part of us which learns through our Human experiences. So the Merkaba is our ‘Whole Self’, capable of living in multi-dimensional realities. Once we have learned to work within these multi-dimensional fields we can expand ourselves and work in many dimensions, both earth-based and Universal.

I think that is why it was known as the Chariot. We have to have all of our humanness, and our soul selves, under control, moving in one direction. We have to be able to move in the Direction of our Divine selves in order to work with Divine Will. We have to have the ability to work in multiple dimensions, within all kingdoms of Nature. 1795584_397458507092525_8987570543129237552_n

 Merkavah mysticism was a school of early Jewish mysticism. It concerned Ascension, or ascending to heavenly palaces. Part of this mysticism concerned the Ma’aseh Merkabah, a collection of poems recited by those in the process of ascension. These hymns contained long lists of the secret names of God,and specific Angels, connected to the seven Palaces. These were recited during various rituals, involving 40 days of fasting and meditation. The meditated on the secret names, and on the ‘seals’ which were the Divine names, and he placed these ‘seals’ on various parts of his body, invoking the prince of the Torah, Yofiel, who would then ‘descend’ into the person, filling him with his Light.  Different names of God were placed on hands and feet, arms and legs, head and heart, etc. Much the same way as we pass healing/activating attunements today. That original process was taught by Moses, who had taken the Sacred energies and teachings of Ascension out of Egypt and to safety.

(But these attunements were also part of Eastern traditions, such as the process which Usui underwent in his own spiritual development and which became the system of Reiki.)ascension

Moses did his own training in the temples of Egypt, before trying to free people who were ‘slaves’ to a system of greed and power. I also believe that the Hebrew people were the remnant of Akhenaten’s people, who worshipped the  god, Aten, who was the Solar Sun, and embodied both male and female in his aspects.  Ever since I began my own spiritual journey I have always had a connection to Egypt and Moses, although I did not understand it at the time. I had many outer-body experiences, where I was communicating with Moses and an Egyptian pharaoh. I had no idea what it was about, but my Soul did. I don’t want to go into spiritual fantasy here about Akhenaten, and Moses, as I don’t fully understand the relationship between them, but I know that our current system is based on that relationship.

Our three main Religions have their root in this relationship and if we are to undo the negative outgrowths of these religions we have to go back to the beginning and weed out negative human influences, bringing back the teachings to balance and to their original intention. I think that is why we have to heal ourselves of our human desires and small Will, in favour of service and following our Divine Will. We have to bring our small self under control, without demonising it. It is, after all,  the only way that Divinity can manifest its vision! Our human self is the medium of expression, which is why it is important that we do our best to clear it of our own personal desires, our ‘Mer-self’, and to build ourselves anew, without denying our darkness. We need to go into our own darkness in order to heal it. Denying its existence in favour of ‘Ascension’ is counter-productive. One is part of the other.

What I find interesting in all of this is that we are effectively following an Ancient Egyptian spiritual tradition and an Ancient Japanese tradition too! Both traditions incorporate an attunement, or Reiju, to pass energy, although the Egyptian/Judaic one seems to be a self-initiated one, under the guidance of a senior teacher. What is also important to remember, is that in that ancient Egyptian/Hebrew tradition, the attunements were connected to the Ascension process and Merkaba development.

Mikao Usui too received his teachings from a spiritual source, which he then passed on others, working with them for many years, as do a number of other systems, such as Magnified Healing. Nothing we are doing is original, but is based on spiritual practices that have been in existence for thousands of years! The only thing that changes is the language!

Brisingamen by Thorskegga Thorn. (Commentary is mine)

Commentary.
My guides had, for months, been bringing my attention to this story which I only now understand. This version describes it better than any other version I have read so far.
This story is about the Goddess Path and how each sacred relationship, no matter how difficult, adds another ‘power’ to your already created necklace of life experience and wisdom. As a Priestess learns to be the Goddess, which is a lifelong path once embarked upon, relationships become very different. Often they are very difficult emotionally and one cannot apply ‘normal’ rationale to them. When I say ‘normal’ I mean within self-development terms. They can feel abusive, painful, co-dependent and downright unbearable sometimes but they have to be ‘undergone’ in order to gain the prize, becoming the Divine Feminine. They often have a strong karmic element to them and are mainly to do with service to the planet and to Humanity. There is a very definite feel of when you are ready to release the relationship and your karmic work is done. The gifts to come out of these relationships make you stronger,with more self-knowledge and with gifts of healing and abundance. They often facilitate your work and development in material terms, depending on what you need to develop. But you have to give some part of yourself to the relationship in order to gain the deep healing and gifts.
This path is the Old path, as told in the story, but only the strongest of women, women who are undergoing, a deep underworld journey themselves, can stay with them. In the initial stages you are aware that this is a healing journey but as you go further it becomes more and more about the anchoring the Goddess energy in your self. Becoming one with her. Each of these relationships are gone into very consciously and under guidance and run contrary to everything we are taught in our self-development. It is only when we have reached a certain point in our development that we can undertake these relationships at all. It is a very powerful process of Anchoring the Goddess consciousness in ourselves so that the male consciousness can be healed. At the end of this process the Goddess can then join with her consort, bringing all her gifts and skills with her to lighten the earth and its people, with him. In the beginning he does not recognise her but eventually he sees her gifts and knows.
Each dwarf in this story is one such relationship and the Goddess Freya goes into each willingly even though it is painful but in doing so she gains something which helps her in her role as Goddess. This happens when the Goddess consciousness is rising again as it is now. Each one brings his own challenges and gifts but without making these sacrifices she knows that she will not succeed in her path of Being the Goddess, and the world will not receive her gifts.
BRISINGAMEN.
Two fair goddesses sat close by the weaving loom, the Vanir queen and Beyla, the mead maker. Freyja frowned, concentrating on the half image of woven silk before her, eager to complete her work. Freyja hoped to have the tapestry on the wall of the ale hall before her brother returned. She sighed, ‘tapestries take so long’ she mused, ‘even for goddesses’ ! Freyr stood before her in the shining silks, sword raised in triumph, the earth dragon dead at his feet, ancient days, at the beginning of the world. Freyja reached for another skein and twined the thread into the weaving.
Suddenly Freyja’s concentration was broken as her brother ran into her chamber, a boyish smile on his face and a golden boar trotting at his side. Freyja stared in disbelief, the boar shone like the sun and gazed at her with large and intelligent eyes. Beyla leaped up with delight, scattering her tools. “Isn’t he wonderful ?” Freyr cried happily, “the dwarves made him for me ! And this as well !”, Freyr pulled a small wooden object from his purse. Freyja, still somewhat taken aback by the boars appearance, took it from his hand, and was shocked to be holding a miniature battleship, perfect in every detail..
“Why ” was all the Vanadis could say.
“Oh, it was some knavery of Loki’s, but the dwarves were honoured to make treasures for all the gods. Thor’s got a lovely hammer.
“And what did they make for me” asked Freyja.
Freyr’s face fell, ” Er, nothing dear, maybe Loki forgot to mention you”.
“We will soon see about that” Freyja said coldly, and demanded to know the names of the dwarven smiths. The nervous Freyr told all he know and watched his beloved snatch her feather cloak and hurtle angrily into the air in falcon form.
“Ah, women !”, Freyr sighed, grinning sheepishly down at the boar who oinked in agreement.
Far away in the lands of men, a storm thrashed at the wings of a struggling falcon. Thor was enjoying his new hammer and Freyja’s weather spells weren’t having any effect on the tempest. Freyja was in a black mood when she landed in the dwarves’ cave mouth. Freyja shrugged off the cloak and wrung out its’ sodden feathers, and magicked her damp hair and clothes back to respectability. She set off down the stone tunnels with a determined and dangerous stride.
Far beneath the ground, where the sun’s light could never reach, Freyja found the dwarves she was searching for. They were exhausted from their recent endeavours, drunk with good ale and half heartedly arguing the finer points of metallurgy. Freyja demanded her share of the treasures that had been made for the other gods. The dwarves groaned “Come back next week” said one.
“If I even see another set of bellows before the month’s end, I’ll die” said another.
Freyja was not prepared to wait and screamed at the dwarves: “You have no honour for the goddesses !” she cried, “You should be ashamed !”.
The master smith Eitri grinned up at Freyja through hazy drunken eyes, “Be fair madam, you will get no work out of us today but there are four brothers nearby who will gladly make you a treasure, but it will cost you dear.
“I will pay if I must” Freyja muttered. Eitri gave her directions and the goddess strode off, determined to find a treasure to match the others. The dark tunnels took Freyja further and further from the world of men and finally she came to the forge Eitri had described. The dwarves were working here, their hammers clattering and echoing around the vaulted ceiling. The fire of the forge reflected on their pale, corpselike faces and Freyja shuddered at the sight. One dwarf looked up and gasped at the visitor, the first woman these low dwellers had ever seen.
Freyja walked in haughtily, well aware of the effect her firelit beauty was having on the smiths. “I have come to commission a treasure from you. Are you aware of the gifts made so recently forthe gods ?” “Aahh”;, hissed one of the smiths, “gifts given freely, the unskilled work of amateurs !”.
“You can do better ?”;, asked Freyja.
“We can, if you are prepared to pay”.
“I am”, Freyja replied.
“Then we will set to work, and when the treasure is finished we can discuss what is due”. The dwarves whispered amongst themselves and then set to work, stoked the fire into a towering searing blaze, pumped hard at the bellows, poured liquid gold from crucibles and hammered busily. Content that she would return with a prize worthy of a goddess, Freyja relaxed away from the scorching heat of the forge.
After an hour the fire died down and the dwarves brought their work to Freyja for inspection, between them they held a glittering and elaborate necklace of gold and amber, intricate beyond belief and of unsurpassed beauty. Freyja was filled with an uncontrollable desire to own the jewels, and asked what she owed them for their work. The dwarves grinned and said “We want you”.
“What ?”, Freyja sobbed in horror, aching with desire for the necklace, “you expect me to live in this hole ?”.
“Nay”, answered one of the dwarves,”only for four days, one with each of us”. Freyja was filled with disgust at the very sight of the pale smiths, but she had to have the necklace, after a few minutes thought she consented.
The ugliest dwarf grabbed the necklace and shooed his brothers away, he turned to the goddess and said “Lady, my name is Alfrigg. Will you honour your promise and lie with me until the forge is cold ?” .
“I will honour my promise” Freyja replied. Alfrigg held out the necklace and gestured for Freyja to bend down so he could fasten it round her neck. The dwarf arranged the jewels in three tiers and Freyja was overjoyed at having the treasure about her shoulders. She smiled at the dwarf in pure pleasure, seeing not his ugliness but the skill which had crafted the gorgeous necklace and loved him for it. She untied her belt, unfastened the golden pins securing her gown and let it fall softly to the floor. The dwarf shuddered with desire for the naked goddess standing before him in the firelight, the gold and amber sparkling above her breasts and her smooth skin reflecting the embers’ glow. Freyja knelt down in front of him and kissed his lips warmly, then pulled his face against her bosom. Alfrigg squealed with delight and kneaded her breasts as she pulled off his breeches. She lay down and drew him to her.
The embers were cooling and Alfrigg lay exhausted in Freyja’s arms. “Never has such pleasure been known in the dwarven halls”, sighed the dwarf. “Because you gave yourself to me so completely I will add a gift of dwarven magic to your prize”, Alfrigg stroked the necklace and spoke charms of power over it. “No man you desire will resist you while you wear this necklace, no magic will defend them against you, even the gods will be brought to their knees with lust for you”.
The cavern had grown cold and Alfrigg helped the goddess into her gown. Time passed and Alfrigg’s brothers returned, they relit the forge fire and stoked the flames into a roaring blaze. The stockiest of the dwarves declared himself to be next and ordered his brothers out of the room.
“I am Dvalin”, the dwarf declared, “and you are mine until the fire grows cold”. The dwarf leaped at Freyja with astonishing strength and tore her dress from her. He pummelled her breasts roughly so she gasped with pain. He bit her nipples and entered her, clawing at her woman hood with his fingers. The hours of abuse passed slowly for Freyja, but she lay for him without complaint, thinking always of the necklace heavy on her neck, and the power it now contained.
Eventually the fire cooled and the breathless Dvalin ceased his rough play. The dwarf grinned at her, saying “because you gave yourself to me so completely I will add my own magic to your prize”. Dvalin, all fury gone, stroked the necklace gently and spoke dwarven charms. “No warrior you admire will fail to please you while you wear this necklace. No army you support will fail on the battlefield. No fallen warrior will resist your call and no magic of men or gods will prevent you”. Dvalin put blankets around the goddess and held her tenderly as the fire died. The brothers returned and kindled the fire, piling the fuel high.
The third dwarf claimed the right to lie with Freyja, and his fellows left the room. “I am Berling”, the dwarf declared, “will you love me as you loved Alfrigg, my brother ?”. Freyja was still sore and weary from Dvalin’s attentions but, determined to settle her debt for the fabulous necklace, nodded. She let the blankets fall from her shoulders and the dwarf marvelled at her naked beauty. The dwarf gently pulled Freyja to her knees, the better to reach her with his short stature. He kissed her, then explored her body slowly and passionately with his tongue, encouraged by Freyja’s gasps of pleasure as he suckled at her nipples. Finally he supped from Freyja’s chalice, the goddess moaned with joy, after Dvalin’s harsh lovemaking, this was bliss.
“Will you do the same for me ?” asked Berling. Freyja nodded again and pulled the dwarf’s shirt over his head, only to check in horror, for Berling’s body was covered in festering scabs. Freyja concentrated hard on the necklace, on beloved Freyr, fair Vanaheim and all she held dear and returned the dwarf’s attentions. The pus from his wounds was foul in her mouth but she took care to repay him fairly. Berling screamed as Freyja bought him to the heights of passion, and then he lay in her arms, gasping for breath.
Once he had recovered the dwarf gazed up at the goddess in admiration. “Only the bravest of women could have embraced a wretch like me. Because you gave yourself to me so completely I will add my own magic to your prize”. Berling stroked the necklace and muttered his dwarven charms. “You will have the might to overcome all illness while you wear this necklace. No curse will prevent you. Death itself no barrier to your healing”. Freyja laughed with happiness and wove charms around the dwarf. By the end of her song there was no sign of his wounds. She held Berling in her arms until the fire burned low, and the dwarf rose to wrap her in blankets and furs.
In the deep cavern, the sunless hours passed and the other dwarves returned to the forge and rebuilt the fire. The fourth brother seemed most reluctant to claim his rights and hung back. His comrades laughed at him and left crying shouts of encouragement. “What is your name ?”, asked Freyja, smiling with amusement at his nervousness.
“Grerr”, the dwarf mumbled staring at his feet.
“Don’t you want me ?” asked Freyja.
Grerr was very short, even for a dwarf, and clearly lacked the confidence of his brothers. “If you don’t want to do this”, Grerr stammered, “you don’t have to – I won’t tell them”. Freyja frowned, was he unwilling, or suffering a virgin’s nightmares of impotency ? Freyja owed a debt to this dwarf, and her pride would not see an oath broken lightly. Using her magic she reached out to Grerr’s mind, and felt it full of lust and fear of failure. Grerr thought himself unworthy of a goddess and it would take a strong charm to restore his confidence.
Freyja drew the dwarf to her and let the blankets fall from around her shoulders. Grerr stared up at her, in helpless reverence of the unreachable divinity before him. Freyja willed him to desire her body and the necklace burned brighter around her shoulders. The dwarf’s uncertainty snapped and he leapt into her arms and buried his mouth into her bosom. Freyja held the dwarf, scarcely larger than a child , to her breast as he suckled with the passion of a man. She lay down for him and Grerr, the virgin, mounted her like a veteran. The forge fire slowly dwindled and Grerr pulled the blankets back around Freyja to keep her warm. “You repaid me faithfully”, the dwarf said proudly, “Because you honoured your debt when you could have shunned me, I will add my own magic to your prize”.
Grerr stroked the necklace and sang his charms. “Your beasts and the beasts of your friends will be fertile when you wear this necklace. The ground where your feet fall will yield the best of crops and flowers. No woman you love dearly will want for a child”.
Grerr’s brothers returned and gathered to bid Freyja farewell. The goddess hugged them all in turn, thanking them for the wondrous necklace and their priceless gifts. She retrieved her falcon feather cloak and followed the tunnels back to the sunlit lands. At the cavern’s entrance she paused, the storm was long over and after the dim forge the light was overwhelming. Freyja stood triumphant, enjoying the warm sun on her naked skin, the wind in her hair, and the weight of the necklace on her shoulders. Vanaheim’s call was strong after so long away. She threw the falcon feather cloak around her shoulders and soared into the sky.
Freyr sat miserably in the meadows of Vanaheim, his beloved had been gone for days and he pined for her company. His gold bristled boar lay beside him in the sun, rivalling its brilliance. A hawk’s cry broke the stillness and the boar rose onto his forelegs and grunted a welcome to the swooping bird. Freyja let the falcon’s form drop away as she alighted before her brother. Freyr stared at the goddess he thought he knew so well. She wore a necklace that put the sun, moon and stars to shame, wild flowers sprang from the turf where she walked towards him and she kindled a lust in him that seared him to his very soul. Freyja embraced him and he wept for joy.