Posted in Celtic festival, darkness and light, Inspiration, Mother Earth

Winter Solstice 2021: The Sun Stands Still

At 15.58 UK time (GMT) today, it’s the very moment of Winter Solstice 2021.

At exactly that moment, the sun stands still between its going and coming, leaving and returning.

The word ‘solstice’ means ‘sun stands still’.

The sun stands poised at the extent of darkness, gathering itself for the reappearance of the light.

This is the moment of renewal.

We rekindle the spark of light in ourselves and each other.

We are reconnecting to the light that is within and without.

You may think, in many ways, that these are dark times for Earth and humanity

But there has never been so much light shining throughout the Earth as now.

Gifted by the divine, increased with deepest love by archangels, ascended masters and star beings who are on the journey with us.

Let your heart embrace the renewal of the light,

Now, more than ever before.

This is a time of year when many people across the globe are opening their hearts to love,

To giving and receiving,

Sending cards of loving gratitude to each other.

Gathering together in celebration with family and community.

This is the time to tune into that powerful vibration of love,

To connect with the tremendous Christ light that begins to flow down to Earth and humanity from the moment of the solstice.

So, I ask you now,

At the moment of solstice at 15.58 GMT today,

Draw all the light into your being and send it to the leaders of the world, those who are visible and those who are invisible,

The ones that shape the future, they can create peace.

Together, we will open their hearts and minds.

Together, we will seed love,

Together, we will transcend fear.

Together, we will change the world.

My blessings to you this festive season,

May love pour into your heart,

May your heart open to receive the loving light that’s waiting to enter,

May the infinite blessings of the divine source pour over and through your being, cleansing, healing and enriching you.

My gratitude is with you, thank you for being present in my life,

Amenet Drago

(Image: “The Green Bough of Renewal” by Amenet Drago)

Posted in Ascension, darkness and light, Inspiration

We Are Here to Embrace the Dark

There’s been a fundamental shift, can you feel it?

We’ve levelled up, again.

Things have just got even more deep.

The new energies coming in are bringing a deep message, not a new one but it’s opening up at a whole new level. 

Darkness, it’s time to embrace this, properly and completely. 

And as we are still within the energy of All Hallows Eve, Hallowe’en, Samhain, Calon Gaeaf, the Night of the Dead….however you name it, this is the time of the darkness and yet, the light remains.

The message here is do not see darkness as bad, negative, wrong and light as good, positive and right. Devaluing one undermines the other. They are paired, like twin flames of each other. They are lovers, they complete each other.

If you’re struggling with your inner darkness, or with a sense of darkness all around you, know that this is not there by accident. The darkness is waiting to be let in, to be invited, to be embodied so that you, as your soul, ignite the light within. For, do you not know? Throughout infinity, light is birthed from darkness. Darkness is your friend and comes to enlighten you. Darkness is the primal mother of all-there-is. She is constant, embracing, she is not to be feared. If you fear darkness, it’s because you don’t truly see it, you haven’t got to know it. If you fear darkness, it’s just going to keep turning up until you love it. Because you are here for this. This is your soul’s calling. You asked for this at some level. This is your healing and your fulfilment.

What is darkness to you? How is it showing up in your life? What is your response to darkness, your feelings and thoughts, your beliefs about darkness? In what ways can you see darkness as your friend, your teacher, your guide?   

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 artistic, Celtic festival, mythology

Mabon

It is Autumn Equinox and the festival of Mabon, but do you know who Mabon is?

His full name is Mabon Ap Modron and he is the Welsh god of youth. His name means ‘Son, son of Mother’. The mother in question is the Great Mother Goddess. He is the archetypal magical child and represents the product of every creative process of birth and rebirth. He is magical because the creative process is magical. We are all creating magical outcomes because we have the divine gift of manifestation and creation within our grasp. We can produce another human being and how magical is that! We can produce amazing ideas and express them in the world.

Mabon was born of the Great Mother at the beginning of time, he mysteriously disappeared from between his mother and the wall on the third night from his birth. One day, a cousin of King Arthur appealed to the King for help because he had fallen in love with the beautiful daughter of the giant Ysbaddaden. The giant knew that the man who weds his daughter would take his life, so he set the young suitor a series of tasks, each seemingly as impossible as the next, which must be accomplished to win the bride. The young knight wisely seeks the help of his cousin, Arthur.

One of the tasks is to collect the comb, scissors and mirror from the brow of the great boar, Twrch Trwyth, and for that they need the greatest hunter of all, Mabon. But he has not been seen or heard of since his birth. The oldest creatures are consulted to find out if they have heard of Mabon’s whereabouts. They ask a thrush who had lived long enough to wear down a metal anvil to the size of a nut with its beak, but the thrush didn’t know. They ask a succession of increasingly older animals until they finally come to the oldest of all, the wise salmon. The salmon tells them of a place where he heard such great suffering that he had never in his long life heard the like before, there they found Mabon, imprisoned behind a wall. Arthur summoned all the fighters of Britain and a great war took place before Mabon could be freed.

Now, the boar Twrch Trwyth was the size of an elephant, his tusks as long as huge tree trunks. Nevertheless, Mabon thrust his spear into the boar’s heart and they gained the mirror, comb and scissors to prepare the giant’s hair for the wedding of his daughter and the young knight married the beautiful maiden.

What does all this signify? Mabon is us, each and every one of us, we are trapped behind a wall of our own making, the many limitations, boundaries and conditions we impose upon ourselves as we go through life. We are suffering as much as Mabon to be held prisoner by our thoughts and emotions which rule our actions and cause us to suffer. We are not free. But Mabon breaks free and so can we. The comb is for smoothing out the tangles in our life, the scissors are to cut away all that no longer serves us and the mirror is to see ourselves as we truly are.

Wishing you blessings and healing for the festival of Mabon!