In order to achieve Sacred Union a man must consolidate and integrate his male archetypes of King, warrior, lover and magician. I have been immersed of late in the re-emergence of my inner magician (I prefer the word wizard). I asked for guidance to the question below and this is what came through. What is a Wizard? A man who has a continual reverent relationship with the sacredness of the cycles of Life. A man who walks in the seen and unseen realms and...
Well...I am the deep dark primal energy that resides within the earth and that which arises from the hidden depths and wild realms within, which for too long have been forgotten. I am he who walks the wild places within and without as guardian and protector of all that is sacred and born of the Mother. I am here to remind you that Life is a Sacred Ceremony. My passion is the thrill of the wild hunt and you may hear...
Go gently when you find yourself in a grey inner landscape and the beauty of the earth feels separate and distant. Go gently when the one you opened your heart to cannot be there in the way you would like them to be. Go gently when you find the days and nights blurring together and it feels as if you are an invisible ghost that wanders alone observing a world that you are no longer a part of. Go gently when you...
When I look back over my own personal story I can see clearly that every crises in my life was also an opportunity. It was a kick up the ass to alert me to the reality that I was not living in alignment with Love’s intention for me to realise my highest possible potential. Pain and crises is always a wake up call, a flashing red light and siren to bring our attention to the fact that we need...
Although there is so much beauty in the world it is also apparent that there is a great deal of suffering and in many ways we live in a crazy world. It is Goethe who said: ‘None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.’ These words are painfully true; an uncomfortable truth that most would prefer not to see. And so while the unconscious masses continue their somnambulistic existence, perpetuated by the mass media and all our major institutions...
The brambles, with their spiky tendrils now offer their sweet blackberries too. Which will you choose? What path will you take now that you have arrived here? What treasures of heart and mind have you harvested these long summer days? What roads have you traveled with sunshine and rain, through the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions? Who are you now that you were not, before these summer moons had passed? The adventure of this being human unfolds as we feel the turning of our leaves...
