Posted in Inspiration, Storytelling, The Truth of our Being, transformation

Your Story

We all have a story. Some of us were born to live it and then to tell it. Some of us may never choose to share. But it’s there.

For some, it’s an anchor, defining us. Perhaps, limiting us, and yet, should we expand beyond it, it becomes a testament to our growth, our healing and fulfilment.

Don’t be your story, don’t get stuck there.

By telling your story, whether publicly or privately, you can free the energy, then move forward anew.

It has played a part in creating you, and yet, your truth is so far beyond it to make it irrelevant.

Allow your truth to find you and then look back at your unique journey and story with a knowing smile.

Knowing that’s not you anymore, knowing your story no longer defines you. Knowing how far you’ve come.

Posted in artistic, divine magic, Granma Wisdom, Personal Story, spiritual skills and techniques, Storytelling

Meet Granma Wisdom

Have you noticed a few recent posts about a character called Granma Wisdom yet?  That’s becoming something of a theme, and it happened like this.

I was making my bed when I noticed a dialogue going through my head, it was the first Granma Wisdom post, which you will find here.  And as I started to pay attention, I thought; “Hey, this is gold!  I need to be writing this down.”  So, I dropped what I was doing, grabbed my laptop and captured it.  The next day, another one popped out.  I realised something was happening.  I wondered if I would get one a day?

Thing is, I used to be a schoolteacher and I guess I’ve always had thoughts and ideas about the kind of things children need and don’t usually find in a society and culture like ours.  I mean learning skills like breathing techniques, visualisation and meditation from an early age.  Hearing about the alternative explanation for life and death that we get from a spiritual perspective.   

And there it was, not for the first time, the idea to write a book for parents and children that introduce a new, more spiritual way to understand things.  And that’s who Granma Wisdom is.  She’s a wise seer who is teaching her grandchild all she knows, because her grandchild is holding the gift of the seer too.  And through her words, maybe parents will know how to explain some of these ideas to their children, and maybe children will understand because Granma Wisdom’s words are close to the world of divine magic that children already hold in their hearts. 

I don’t know if it’s going to be a real book yet, too soon to say, but the door is open, the magic is welcome and I am present to receive and follow whatever path is chosen for me.       

Posted in darkness and light, Personal Story, Storytelling, transformation

Revealed By Darkness by Chloe Elgar

My niece, Chloe Elgar, has just self-published her second book. And I was one of the lucky ones who got an early preview, receiving bits of it and then getting to read the entire manuscript, pre-publication. I have to say, from the off, I feel so hugely proud of Chloe and her book is amazing. She is one incredible human being, one of the many things I admire about her is that she knows how to stay in her centre and is true to herself, no matter what.

The book is called ‘Revealed By Darkness: A psychic memoir’ and tells the story of how Chloe emerged as the person she is through dark times and scary events. How her psychic gifts developed and the ways she first denied and then embraced her truth. She has written in such a way that asks, nay, challenges us to reflect on the truths for ourselves, because in reading this book, we will all recognise ourselves and our journeys somewhere here, even though we are all different, we often share the same fears and challenges, in one form or another. And hopefully, we will all come to trust the dark, even trust endings and death, as Chloe’s book guides us to a greater understanding of the reason these energies exist in partnership with love and life.

I warn you, it’s gritty, raw and powerful. It really amazed me how it brought up so much of my own childhood and there were some challenging moments. But that’s what working with the dark is all about, that’s how transformation happens.

Chloe and I met up occasionally over the years, but it wasn’t until 2019, at my mum’s 90th birthday party, that something really clicked between us. From then on, we developed a much closer relationship and started working on an exciting project together, utilising our unique skills in combination. This is a long-term project, under wraps for now but one day, I’ll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, if you feel attracted to Chloe’s book, it’s on Amazon and available as kindle, paperback and audio version. Or follow the link above by clicking on the book title or Chloe’s name and you’ll land on her website where you can order your copy.

Posted in Celtic festival, Goddess, nature, Personal Story, Storytelling

Beltane Story

Today is Beltane and here is a rare Saturday post.  When I was a child, I began to receive glimpses of one of my past lives, the one that I learned about first.  I remembered being a young woman living on an island off the coast of present-day Wales, called Ynys Mon, otherwise known as Anglesey.  I was there in 60AD. I will try to recount a little of what I remember. 

I didn’t grow up on Ynys Mon but nearby Snowdonia, travelling to Ynys Mon for sanctuary because things were unstable in Britain.  There was no England, Scotland or Wales at the time, only Britain, we called the land Pryd or Bryd back then.  There were Romans in Britain, they had come to claim our lands. It was said they traded British people as slaves throughout their empire, as well as British dogs and horses, which were highly prized throughout the continent.  I could go on about all the horrible things they did but I won’t, suffice it to say, they were the enemy to me and mine.  British tribes, across the lands were making individual decisions whether to go in with them, try to keep their heads down or downright resist.  I lived in an area that resisted and, luckily, the mountainous landscape made things difficult for the Romans. So, a fighting resistance was created. My brothers, mother and father left to fight and support the resistance.  Only I stayed to tend the homestead.  But the day came when I had to pack up and leave.  I travelled with my animals and others of my tribe to Ynys Mon, for that was the safest place we knew. 

I already knew the island, my mother had taken me many times since childhood to visit the Temple of the Goddess cradled below what is now called Holy Mountain. I made my way to the head Priestess who knew me well.  Soon, I was immersed again in the wisdom, mysteries and blessings of the Goddess.  I loved it there.  Ynys Mon was known as the stronghold of the Druids.  There were a number of Druid strongholds throughout Britain but this was the main headquarters.

It is believed today that British people were Celtic then.  I must explain, people in Britain were, for the most part, British, and belonged to an ancestry that led back to the oldest days in the island.  What was Celtic was the new culture, fashion and style that people adopted.  It came from the continent, brought in by traders, travellers and a handful of wealthy settlers.  Clothes, artefacts, attitudes and behaviours had taken on a continental flavour but we didn’t know the word ‘Celtic’ back then.  

We celebrated the yearly festivals, more than the four we know today, my favourite was Beltane.  The sacred festival fell from dusk, when fires were lit to ignite the dark, to the next dusk when fires were quenched to invite back the night, safe in the knowledge that light and heat had been kindled for another year.  There were fires everywhere throughout the land, big and small.  They were often built in avenues and everyone drove their animals along the middle as they invoked the fire spirits to purify the animals. 

The festival atmosphere started a moon earlier and lasted the entire moon’s turning, since many came from far and wide and stayed long with friends over the festival.  It was a joyous, raucous time of celebration and passion.  It was also the time of hand-fasting and twelve-month bonding when couples entered into a trial marriage of a year and sealed or broke the bond at the year’s end. One Beltane, I entered into a hand-fasting with a man who was a Druid of the island. We had a strong soul connection and our union was destined. He died in the carnage when the Romans attacked in 60AD, as did all but a few. I was one of the few. I lived to be old in that lifetime and through many more lives, holding inside that terrible trauma, clearing it at last in this life time.   

Back to the Beltane fires. There were several people in those days who could still perceive the little people, they were the spirits who looked after nature and water and fire and some folks could talk with them.  During the festival, I saw the fire spirits dancing in the flames and amongst us in our dancing circles.  At Beltane in the season of Spring, we honoured the living fires.  We asked the fire consciousness to protect, purify and bless us.  As we left, we each took a piece of Beltane fire home to restart our hearths. Taken from the main fire, it had been circled and blessed by the Druids and Priestesses.  Beltane was the only time we put out our hearth fires, so we could light it again with the blessed Beltane flames. And that fire was kept alive in our hearths and hearts throughout the coming year, until the next festival of fire.     

Beltane Blessings to you, my dear reader.  May you kindle fire in your life today and invite the fire spirits to keep the passions ignited in your heart.        

Posted in mythology, Soul Integration, sovereignty, Storytelling

“I Am Sovereign”

“I am sovereign.” These are the words of one who is embracing the truth of their being and it is an empowering daily affirmation to repeat this short, powerful statement. To be sovereign is to be one who is the source of their own needs. This person can truly say “I unconditionally love myself” and feel no sense of guilt or selfishness, for they are aware that to do so is a huge part of what makes them healthy, healed and whole.

Sovereign is a word that has a great deal of power. It encapsulates our personal power, our liberation, self-worth, authenticity and our ability to see ourselves as divine expressions upon the Earth.

Sovereign means we answer to ourselves and nobody else. We need no permission from anybody for anything we feel, speak, do or are. No permission for the decisions we make, the creations and expressions we choose to bring forth. Nor do we need acceptance, approval or acknowledgment from anyone outside ourselves. We no longer seek to fix or heal the relationships with our parents when we didn’t get our needs met, we know that the only healing to be done is the wounds we carry within us. We are no longer trying to be responsible for anybody except ourselves.

Sovereign means we truly own ourselves, value ourselves, we own our inner power and have no fear to express it in every moment. We stand at our centre, speaking and acting from a state of centredness. To say “I am sovereign” is a powerful way to claim all of this and more.

Here’s a story about sovereignty, it was written down around 1388 by Geoffrey Chaucer, although it was probably already an old tale. It is from The Canterbury Tales.

The story is about a knight who raped one of Queen Guinevere’s maidens. The penalty is death but the queen decides to give the knight a year to find the answer to a question, if he tells her the correct answer within that time he will not die, otherwise, he’s toast. The question is “What do women want?”

This is a moral tale that’s all about the empowerment and sovereignty of women. The knight can only succeed if he learns a fundamental respect for women.

The knight sets off and everywhere he goes, he asks men and women the question. He gets a different answer from everyone but the knight doesn’t think any of the answers are the truth the queen is after.

It’s nearly the end of the year and the knight is returning to the castle to face his death. On his way, he sees a group of twenty-four maidens dancing and as he approaches they disappear, replaced by what the book calls “a lothly lady”, meaning she was old and very ugly upon the eye. She promises the knight she will tell him the answer if he agrees to give her what she asks of him.

At the castle, the knight tells the queen, as instructed by the lothly lady, that what women want is sovereignty. This is the correct answer and the queen spares the knight’s life. Then, the lothly lady tells the knight that what she wishes in return is to marry him. The knight is appalled at the prospect but has no option and they are married.

As they go to the marriage bed together, the knight is upset and reluctant. The old lady asks him if he would prefer an old and ugly wife who would be entirely faithful to him, or a young and beautiful wife who won’t be faithful. She tells him she will be whichever he chooses. The knight ponders this and says, “I will accept whatever you decide, my dear.” She declares that his wise answer has honoured her sovereignty, she therefore becomes a young, beautiful and faithful wife. He leans in to kiss her and as he does, he is looking at the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen. Lesson learned.

When we don’t learn our life lessons, sometimes, the lothly lady will come knocking on our door bringing us kick-ass challenges to face that turn our world upside down. Sometimes, it takes that for us to get it. She is the Goddess in her Crone aspect.

Posted in crystalline kingdom, dragons, elemental kingdom, Goddess, Inspiration, Mother Earth, Storytelling

Of The Animals And More…

My story is of the hawk, of the black-winged gull, of the bite in the air. My story is accompanied with the melody of hedgerow birds, especially blackbird and robin. And the magpie defines the interplay of this story’s words in her flight.

Voices ring out across the lane. The earl grey, purple-grey misty mizzle rolls over the distant hill. The stillness is not silent because silence isn’t silent. Silence is noisier than noise sometimes, and in this moment as innocent insects glide by, there is both silence and the constant harmony of universal song.

It is winter. It is two weeks on from the shortest day of the year. I like to think it’s the beginning of summer in my optimism, for the sun is now making first steps on the long journey of return that concludes on June 21st 2021. Today is like any other winter’s day, warmer than most, drier than many, here in the land of the Cymru.

It is a still day, in a new way. It is silent, in a new way. It is alive in a new way. And when I feel deep into that energy, my skin creeps as though there is some invisible presence that only my body can perceive.

Above the hedgerow, the majestic form of the red kite is gliding over the tops of purple trees, soaring into the misty distance and I wonder, what is the story that the land is telling me today?

As the light fades, the grass in the field looks greener, a bright emerald green. There are many lives living invisibly in this landscape; hare, mice, rat, stoat, otter, hedgehog, badger, fox, deer, to name a few. They are all here in this landscape within which I sit and yet, I see them not. How many of them see me, I do not know. But they are a part of this story, for this is a story about the animals.

Did you know the animals can talk? They talk to each other and they talk to humans, the ones that are open to hear. We are, for some strange reason, worthy of their interest, despite everything we do to persecute them, dishonour them, disrespect them.

How much has humanity harmed the animals, just to think of it brings my eyes to flooding. And yet, they continue to fulfil a role of companionship, support, service, love and care towards us in so many ways, seen and unseen. Some of us are now stepping forward to connect with the animals and create a bridge of hope and healing. Some of us are bringing forth the humility of humanity to the animals, bringing them humble apologies, even though none can ever serve for what has been done, still, it must be said. And we are holding out a hand of hope and faith for a truer connection.

Some of us are doing the same for the nature beings, the tree spirits and plant energies. Some of us are working with inner planes beings that support us from other realms. All these energies are coming forward now and selectively making themselves known. Some of us decided to be of service and connect with their energies and now is the dawning of our contracts of service that were made before we were conceived in our current personalities.

These contracts are activating, they carry a contract of service for humanity and the universe, for Mother Earth and all that is. Perhaps you will be approached by the collective consciousness of animals or the collective consciousness of crystals, the collective consciousness of bees, the collective consciousness of nature beings and elemental beings, the collective consciousness of tree spirits, the collective consciousness of the angelic realm or the star beings or the Goddess consciousness.

It all comes down to one thing. We are being asked at this time to choose. To choose what we wish to awaken within our being. To choose what we wish to awaken within our reality. And to choose what we wish to awaken within the world. We are really being asked to remember what we have already chosen. We are asked now to wake up and connect to our purpose and as we do, we are coming together as one. This is unity consciousness, we are involved in nothing more than coming together in unity as one with all, recognising the unity in ourselves and everything else.

Unity is expressed through reconnecting with all the energies that exist, many of which we have denied the existence of for thousands of years, even though our ancestors had a direct communication with these energies and beings. It is time for us to rekindle those connections and bring them into the forefront of the consciousness of humanity again. To trust that we have grown up enough, as a collective here on Earth, to be responsible and humble, with enough integrity, to move through our relationships with these beings towards unity with all.

This painting depicts my dear friend, Ian Firth, who transited into the spirit realm in 2009. Generally known as The Green Man, here, he is the Rainbow Wizard at Pentre Ifan, Pembrokeshire. Find it with some of my other paintings in my sidebar gallery.

Posted in crystalline kingdom, dragons, elemental kingdom, Goddess, Mother Earth, mythology, Personal Story, Storytelling

My First Story

I am one who sees, hears and feels the magic of the land.  I grew up in the bosom of the land and heard the stories that the land spoke, that the land speaks to this day.  I know that when the mist descends and the hills disappear, they have gone beyond the veil, they have shifted into another realm, a magical realm, an earthy, dark realm where I belong, for my ancestors dwell there.

The land is my mother.  She was my loving mother in childhood, even when the love of a human mother seemed to elude me, so it was that the nurture I suckled as a child came from the earth, from stone and gorse and bracken and tall grasses, from the hedgerows and the woods, the beaches, the valleys, the streams. In short, my succour came from the land.

And now I find that the land is telling me of other lives I lived, in which I heard its stories.  It has awoken me to the truth that I am a storyteller, one who holds the stories for many, a carrier of the lore.

These stories belong to the land and they belong to me, a child of the land.  They belong to all of us, they always have and always will, they are the stories of us all, for us all.  For we have lived before and known each other in many ways, we are our ancestors and descendants and we all carry within us the jewels of wisdom and kernels of truth that are hidden in the stories of the land. 

I know that the stories I carry are waking up. They have a life of their own, it is as though they are living beings. They contain their own conscious awareness, they know when it is time to wake up and they know when it is time to speak. They have been sleeping, just as the maiden in the fairy tales sleeps, as though she will never wake up, but she is waking up. This is the time when all the heroes and heroines who sleep in the stories are waking up; Merlin, King Arthur, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, all waking up. The dragons are waking up and all of the magical beauty and truth that the land holds for us all is waking up. For they have only been asleep from our perspective, only been out of reach to those who cannot sense them. For some, they have remained awake and accessible. In truth, it’s not they who have been sleeping at all, it is us.

Whether you believe in magic now, you are going to believe in magic soon, when magic walks amongst us all in broad daylight, when all those myths and characters that we thought were only children’s stories turn out to be true, to be within our realm of experience, undeniable. Dwarves, goblins, trolls, faeries, giants, dragons. Like those people who refused to believe in ghosts until they had a particular experience, after which they could no longer say that they absolutely denied the existence of ghosts.

We are all magical but if we only see the reality of the physical world that is before our eyes, the world that the scientists tell us about, then, we are only scratching the surface of our own selves. We have not realised who we are, we have not looked in the mirror of truth and recognised ourselves yet.

There are those of us whose understanding of reality extends beyond the obvious, beyond the realm of the physical, extends into the dusty corners of our imaginations and to the heart of our intuition. We who have always believed in magic, even in the face of apparent evidence against. You will find that our innate inner sense of belief in the existence of this incredible realm of possibility is no longer possibility, but probability. And once it becomes a probability and we begin to have a relationship with it, then we bring it into ourselves, into our expressions of truth, into our core of being. And as we do that, what we meet there is us. Divine magic is within us, it is who we are, we are divine magic. What is outside of us is within us, what is within us is outside of us. And what we choose, becomes. And this, my friends, is my first story.

This story is accompanied with a painting I made as a commission for a poem. It’s called ‘Ancestral Blueprint’. Check out my gallery of paintings in the sidebar.