Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Coming Up For Air

The Oracle speaks on behalf of Air:

Can you see me? Can you feel me?
Breathe, B r e a t h e.......
Can you feel me now?

You're wasting me, you're wasting my breath.
What if I stop?

Stop, stop, stop what you are doing.
Where is my Holy Smoke?
Where are my Temples?

What have you done with me? What have you given me to hold?
See - I hold the morning mist, I hold the songs of birds and bee's hum.
And now the dirt and death and sorrow of millions.

See how I hold Her, how I surround Her, The Earth. I love Her. I touch her, stroke her face. I protect her. And you, I know your every crevice, I know you inside and out. I love you. Feel me, breathe. I breathe you, you breathe me.

B R E A T H E ....this is my gift of love to you.

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Do you know me?
Can you do without me?

Were this a mighty Oak I could fell it. Were it a huge tower, I could fell it, were it a civilisation I could completely remove it.
Where is your breath? Where is your breath, without mine?
Where is my temple?
Where is your love for me?
Here is mine.

Can you see me? Can you see me now? Can you see how I  hold the droplets of water. Can you hear the plane I hold in the sky. Can you see me now? Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Can you feel me now?
Can you see me?

Where is my holy smoke? Where are my temples? Can you feel me? Do you need me?
See. See how I hold everything. See how I touch, everywhere. I hold Her, The Earth, in my arms. I am all around Her, I love Her, I protect Her.
Can you see me?
Can you feel me?

From within the experience it seemed very clear that the Temple that Air is asking for is the Temple of our lungs, of our bodies. That we see ourselves as sacred containers within the interconnected web of all things. That our bodies become a holy place, sacred and honouring of The Divine which is all things, which speaks here as Air.

It is also clear that Air would like to be offered the acknowledgement and blessing of holy smoke. So light a beautiful incense and speak out your gratitude.

Heed the North wind's mighty gale;
lock the door and trim the sail. 
When the wind comes from the South, 
love will kiss you on the mouth. 
When the Moor wind blows from the West 
departed spirits have no rest 
When the wind blows from the East, 
expect the new and set the feast. 

From The Wiccan Rede by Doreen Valiente. 

Monday, 14 November 2016

Water Speaks

The Oracle stands at the water's edge, a raven kraaws above her as her soul dives deep within the flow, she merges; and water speaks.

"I am Water,
I was here before you came,
I will be here when you are long gone.
Help me to help you.
I transform,
I flow.
I flow.
I transmute.
I can change
Help me to help you."

Water's intention is simply to be water, but she has the power to transmute and to carry intention, to literally wash away our sins.  It is no accident that the names of many of our most ancient Goddesses are the same as the most ancient names of our rivers.

Approximately 71% of our Earth is covered in water - of that about 96.5% is sea water, salty water, the same kind of water that runs in our blood, is our tears, our sweat. Very like the water in which we gestated for nine months and from whence we arrived into this world wriggling and yowling for breath. Water is life.

Water is calling to us, asking us to become a participant in the beauty, the majesty, the power of all that is. Become part of the  healing story - not part of the wounding. Dream a new world into being, speak it into being, give it words.

Words are spells, it is no accident that we call the assembly of letters into words 'spelling', and it is clear that we need to be praying not just FOR water, but TO water.

Water is life. There is no living without her.

Wednesday, 2 November 2016


The Ancient Ones, The Sacred Ones, the ones who were there at the beginning of time, these were wise ancestors and for generations upon generations we listened to them.

But then...... we stopped. And now it seems we are looking in the wrong direction. Our constant harking back to times gone by; the good old days, the ancient magical past, these seem to have so little bearing upon the present and remembering does nothing. Anger and grief achieve nothing if they do not become sacred action. Without that we only loop around and arrive once again at the present.

Those that we need to learn from are young now, these are the future guardians of Earth and the one's to whom this matters most. Theirs (if we have not completely deprived them of the opportunity) is going to be the longest time here, if we start counting from this moment.There are some incredibly inspiring young people out there at the moment, who are saying - with incredible clarity - what needs to be done.

It is time to listen not to our ancestors - look where that got us - but to our inheritors. Many of these young ones are truly listening to the Earth and listening to their hearts. Theirs should be the rule of law.

Saturday, 27 August 2016


We are interdependent and interconnected, there is no clearer example of the Global nature of the modern world at the moment than the internet, and perhaps the contents of your average supermarket are a close second. Yet consider this.. among our ancestors, any time up until the industrial revolution, our food was almost exclusively grown within a few miles of our own front door, and within those same few miles of our own front door we probably knew, by name, every living being. Not just Arthur the ploughman and Annie the dairymaid but Chamomile flower for calming the stomach and Yarrow for a fever.

Now the situations are the very opposite of this, our food comes from far and wide and many of us cannot name our neighbours, never mind the plants in the hedgerows - if we're lucky enough to even have hedgerows.  This, I would suggest, is a poor state of affairs, and one that we should seek to change.

So I set you a challenge.... every time you leave your house, see how far you can get before you set your eyes upon a thing that you cannot name. And when you have found that thing that you cannot name, find out what it is called.

This is the way that communities are made, among the human and the non human world. And communities are good; communities foster co-operation, collaboration, compassion, connection.

Friday, 26 August 2016

We Are The World

So, if our ancient Shamanic Ancestors and modern Quantum theorists are right, if everything is connected and everything is made up of the same stuff, then as I look around, I am looking at my brothers and sisters, my aunts and cousins. There is a beautiful Lakota blessing or perhaps it's a prayer, which says 'All My Relations' - when they say this they mean the human and the more than human world, it takes into consideration the way all things are connected and interdependent in one very beautiful phrase. I have no desire to culturally appropriate that expression, but I believe that in the West we desperately need to nourish this awareness of our interdependence, our indivisibility from our Earth. It is clear from the way we behave that we don't remember our connection, we don't remember our relations. Could you battery farm chickens if you remembered that you and they were made of the same stuff? Could you chop down entire rain forests for a quick buck on palm oil - if you remembered that without those trees we cannot breathe? And that they are literally our grandparents. The plants were here, on earth, making the planet habitable, long before any animals arrived.

Devon is a breathtakingly beautiful county - we have many farms, businesses, makers and artists. We are, most of us, I believe, what  the wonderful writer Wallace Stegner calls 'Stickers' - we are people who love our land, who are quite content to be here and want for nothing more. Sadly our county is run by what he calls 'Boomers' - those who are motivated by greed, money and power. They want to make a killing and run.  I believe that it's time to look around us and really acknowledge our connection to all things, and to feel our gratitude for the world exactly as it is. We are not a voiceless part of some superior species of Boomers, we are part of the all and the everything. As Stickers we, and everything that we love, is indivisibly part of Nature, with a capital N, and she needs protecting, WE need protecting, from the ravages of a world that has forgotten that we ARE the world. We are falling in line with our own destruction and we have fallen out of relationship.

Thursday, 25 August 2016

Blessings and Blights

Today I have a question for you. How will Earth remember you? As a blessing or as a blight?  If the Earth is alive, if everything is made up of the same stuff and everything is connected then what has your imput been?

There is a saying, a teaching, from within the ancient wisdom that is shamanism which goes like this..."The way you do something, is the way you do everything."  So if you are a follower of clothing fashion, for example, and buy  the newest look every season, then there's every chance that you also frequently replace your sofa and your table cloth and your bed linen. Not because there's anything wrong with the old ones, they are just no longer the fashion. Whereas if you are a person who is aware that the fashion industry and our behaviour around our clothing generally is one of the ways in which individual humans contribute to the pollution of their environment the most, then you don't replace clothes that still fit and haven't fallen to bits, and you don't replace furniture that is still comfortable, and you might well buy organic food, and quite possibly organic cosmetics etc etc etc because you have joined the dots.  EVERYTHING is CONNECTED!! This incredibly ancient teaching - that everything is connected and everything is made up of the same stuff is not just some woo woo spiritual waffle, it's a fact. If I buy apples from a supermarket that have been imported from far away then I'm encouraging the spraying of pesticides (because I'm happy to buy a product that has been sprayed), I'm contributing to air miles (because I'm buying a product that has been flown half way round the word), and I'm encouraging a heartless corporation who clearly puts profit over any other consideration to carry on doing just that - because I'm in there shopping. The pennies in our pockets are one of the most powerful tools we have to create change, we basically fund whatever we buy. So, living in a county with the highest number of organic farms and farmers markets in the UK, let's get local. Let's get connected and  join the dots between what we spend our money on and the world we want to create. Blessing or Blight - it's your choice.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

This Earth Is My Sister

DH Lawrence wrote 'Oh what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox. This is what is the matter with us. We are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of Life, and expected it to keep on blossoming in our civilised vase on the table.'

To me, this speaks very eloquently of the disconnect we have from our earth, it's clearly not something new, I believe it probably crept upon us fairly slowly and it probably started around about five thousand years ago, when the first person planted the first seed as a deliberate act - and we transitioned from hunter gatherers to farmers. In this single act it seems that people stopped seeing the earth as First Mother - giver all of all bounties, of every breath, every mouthful and every thirst quenching slurp and started instead to see her as a resource, something to be used. Slowly over time we then transitioned from farmers - all of us still aware of where our food came from, still with some connection to our total reliance on earth's bounties - to business men and women who see themselves, ourselves as somehow separate. Above. Not dependant upon the whims of rain fall and sunshine to provide us with our food, no longer dependant on that chance that made the seed fall on fertile ground. I'm not for one moment suggesting that we should go back to being hunter gatherers, but I would like to suggest, most respectfully, that we are as dependent on Mother Earth to provide us with absolutely everything we are, everything we have, everything we need today, as we were when Eve ate the apple.

I'd like to leave you with another piece of writing, written well over a hundred years after the first piece. It's by Susan Griffin from her book 'Women and Nature' and among many other pieces of beautiful poetry and prose is perhaps and indication that as a society we are starting to unlearn our terrible disconnect.

"This earth is my sister: I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am, how we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: we are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her."

Let's not forget.