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Lesson of the Lost Lamb

I was walking the land as I do most days with my bare feet kissing, feeling, hugging the earth with each footstep.  Some steps soft and mossy, others cold and hard rock and others spikey stones and dust. Every footstep we take in life is precious.  Every journey is sacred.  Every adventure has lessons to gift us. Every experience has a different emotional landscape with which to enrich our quest to be here fully and experience the fullness of what it is to be in the realm of duality and separation so that we might find our way home to union and oneness.

As I walked, the sound of a distraught lamb disrupted the gentle background noise of the bird song.  It was bleating loudly with hardly any space between each cry and as a result it couldn’t hear its mother calling in response. I noted how humanity has become a little bit like that lamb.

We have become separated from The Mother, from the land and our connection with love, truth and source. And the more we become separated the more frantic we get with our noisy minds and busy-ness; our constant doing, in an attempt to fill the void of disconnection and longing to come home, that haunts us incessantly.  There is always the illusion of the egoic mind, that with a carrot and stick mentality, convinces us that if we can just achieve this one thing we will feel peace; if we just run that little but faster, if we get that new job, or that book deal, or do that healing course. Our minds cry out and chatter and taunt and criticise, insisting often that if we just did something better, if we tried harder, then all would be well.

But like the lost lamb perhaps sometimes the most useful thing for us to do when we find our selves in this place of lostness would be to be quiet and still and listen.  I noted that if the lamb had stopped crying out it would have been able to hear its mother calling in the distance. But its fear meant that it kept making so much noise that the guidance of its mother’s voice was inaudible. Aren’t our minds a bit like that?  They make such a noise that we can’t hear The Mother calling us.

I walk the land because when I walk I can hear, I can feel The Mother and she guides me.  My mind becomes quieter and when I physically stop and lay on the earth and allow her to hold me there is a peace that descends and I feel less separate and more connected in the great mystery of all Life.

It’s not that there is anything wrong with being lost.  On the contrary being lost can be a wonderful place to find yourself.  Like the prodigal son, sometimes we need to leave home in order to return to the father, the mother or the kingdom of heaven.  But I guess that my point is that when we stop driving ourselves relentlessly and kneeling at the altar of hard work, effort and doing all the time and honour the spaces, the stillness, the quiet, the non doing, we receive guidance from The Mother to help us find our way back to her.  We are worthy of Love.  We have nothing to prove.  Sometimes hard work arises from fear that we are not good enough just as we are.

In a way we are all lost lambs trying to find our way home.  ‘Life is so short, we must move slowly.’ Today is Sunday, as good a day as any to chill out a little! Honour the non-doing; be still and listen and you will hear that She is calling.

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The Sacred Dance of the Feminine and Masculine

There has been a lot to do recently. A never ending ‘to do’ list that phones me, messages me, emails me and arrives through my letter box.

We live in a world where the masculine energy of ‘doing’ is put on a pedestal.  Where action is revered and venerated, often on the altar of avoiding oneself.

‘Are you keeping busy?’  People ask. ‘I am doing my best not to.’ I answer.

The blind, distorted unconscious ‘doing’ is the energy of the lost masculine patriarchy.  But some doing is better than other doing!  We would do well to discern and know when our doing is just part of an addiction playing out and when it is an expression of our love, when our doing arises from the depths of our being, when we can’t not do it, when we have no choice but to put love into action.

In many ways we have done a thorough job of keeping busy in our search for love and happiness in the consuming of material stuff, entertainment, addiction and power over others; we have worked very hard inflicting suffering on each other, sentient beings and the planet.   Inside the hearts of humanity there is an insatiable poverty and longing for intimacy, connection and homecoming that can only be avoided by movement and can only be experienced by stillness, by receptivity, by surrender. This feminine energy of stillness in which expansion occurs has been denigrated and it is time for the balance to be restored.

It is time for humanity and each of us to make that epic journey from the head back home to the heart. It is time to have the courage to feel again. To feel all that was denied and supressed and to feel the joy and bliss and gratitude for this miraculous human experience of flesh and senses and emotions that we have been gifted. It is time to rest in the not knowing, in the uncertain, in the mist of confusion and deepen our faith that when the time is right the way forward shall be revealed because our minds cannot begin to comprehend what is really going on!

Yin and yang, ‘both light and shadow are the dance of life’. When there is imbalance between the masculine and feminine energy of creation there will be suffering. This imbalance is reflected in the disharmony between men and women. The mistrust, abuse, generations of pain live in all of our hearts and bodies and until this work is done there will not be peace on this earth.

It is time to unlearn everything that we were taught. The story of our world that has permeated our bodies is not the full story. We splash about in a small puddle of options unaware that that beyond the veil of doing and  busy-ness and not feeling, lies an infinite ocean of possibility accessed through presence.

The feminine, yin energy wants to be embodied inside us. Do what you need to do, but remember to value the spaces, the emptiness, the resting. Action that does not arise from the still, pure, clarity of a feeling heart may not be always be the best way to spend your precious time here in this incarnation.  Get back in flow with the cycles and flow of natur, for that is the true rhythm of life.

Make time to feel and grieve and shed your tears if that is what is needed. This is what may arise in this spacious place initially.  There is no need to do this alone, share with your brothers and sisters because they feel it too. There is no shame in lamenting that which was lost and this actually is a necessary precursor to coming home. Feeling the grief of the world means you are coming home and this feeling will be replaced by active hope. When you feel the depth of our lostness you can’t help but take action knowing that small things consistently done by many, will inevitably result in massive changes.  The results may not be seen in our human lifetime, but so what?  Do you only want happiness for your children while you are alive or do you wish them the best for all of their days?

Beneath the ocean of our collective sadness I believe there is a labyrinth of crystal caves that lead us to worlds and realities that our minds cannot begin to comprehend.

Remember to honour the spaces. This sacred dance of masculine and feminine energy, of man and woman is key to our homecoming. It is time to for union. Time to recognise fully the mutual value of yin and yang which are complimentary opposite and also present within each other.

A symphony of musical notes played by the greatest orchestra would just be a cacophony of noise if it were not for the spaces between the notes.  A note and a space, another note and another space.

Perhaps this dance of yin and yang, the divine union of the masculine and feminine is essentially the dance of Life itself?

What can we do but keep dancing our dance?  What can we be but keep being the dance?

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Yesterday I Fell…

…the challenges had been coming too quick and fast and I didn’t have enough time to regroup and centre myself. I forgot about me and tried to carry too much.  The fear touched some tender scars and the discomfort in my body clouded my vision and I lost sight of who I really am. My little boy got scared and the man was a little too hard on him.

Yesterday I fell, I held space for those who I was responsible for as best as I could and gave my best knowing that it was good enough. In the giving I received and I was reminded of my worth. It needed to be a gentle day. Everything that was not immediately necessary was put on hold while I rested in my falling, while I viewed everything from my new vantage point in the corner of my world with my arms hugging my tucked up knees and my head bowed.  I rocked myself gently.

Yesterday I fell and yet my friend phoned asking if now was a good time to call. And I replied that the timing was perfect and I gave thanks for the beauty of friends and connection and I spoke my truth from a tender vulnerable place inside me. And I missed him when he was gone.

Yesterday I fell and still I moved around the grey alien landscape of the supermarket buying groceries that would be needed for the imminent arrival of my son so that there would be wholesome sustenance for both of us. I moved around the distant world getting stuff done and the shapes of people were unaware that I had fallen.

Yesterday I fell and still my soul heard the call and my heavy legs walked the sanctuary of my hills, plodding my way up to the summit and turning to face the sun that appeared momentarily from behind the thick, mottled clouds. I lay and allowed my body to be held by the earth and I breathed it all in and breathed it all out allowing the sun’s rays into my wide open mouth and then gulped and swallowed lungs full of sunshine into me.

Yesterday I fell and so I took myself to bed early and snuggled myself under the comfort of my warm soft covers and felt my fallen-ness. I felt the heavy sensations in my tired body and with my mind I caressed my weariness.

Yesterday I fell and today I awake to the sound of rain outside my open window. The clouds have broken and let fall their cleansing drops and the air feels fresher and lighter again. There was not a spectacular sunrise to be seen today but never the less a new day has dawned.  My tender heart reminds me to go gently for today I rise again. Today is a new day and today I rise and I am at peace knowing that ‘all is well and all manner of things shall be well,’ in spite of the fact and partly because…yesterday I fell.

 

 

 

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Walking With Fear

Yes, I feel your presence my old friend, your unsought company prevails despite my requests to walk this path alone. Perhaps you know best?

For a while now you have no longer led, you no longer walk beside me but instead linger in the shadows bringing up the rear. When I glance over my shoulder I can see the echo of your icy presence, where you stood moments before as you weave your illusive dance, slinking behind tree and rock. Come out, come and join me once more.

It seemed at times, that you would always walk this road with me and that I should resign myself to your company but now we both know this is not true.  But how can I abandon you when I know you have served me so well?

When I see how you have only accentuated the light by the contrast of your heavy greyness that obscured my vision at times.  And I knew that those were the times when I would do best to halt my progress, to pause the trudge of my weary footsteps and sit a while with you.

On those long nights you insisted that I should not light a fire to warm my bones but that together we should huddle under your blanket of not knowing and shiver and tremble a little. I see the value now of your hard wisdom but now we travel through new lands. You made a poor master but you are a servant of worth. You keep me nimble, on my toes and when the night closes in you remind me to keep feeding the fire that is so welcome after so many moons without.

Yes, those endless haunted nights are now long past and the flickering, dancing flames of peace and wisdom now soothe and nurture this body. All darkness is incomplete, now that the fire of truth burns strong at my centre and I see the way ahead lit by the soft orange glow from my eyes.

And this seeing reveals the silhouette of the mountain in the distance. Yes, there is another winding ascent to walk and I invite you to join me. I know of your concern for me and your desire to keep your watchful eye on me.

You are welcome for you and I are old friends and perhaps we have this one last adventure to share.

We will climb this mountain together, come close now, there is no need to slink in the shadows any longer. Come take my hand in yours and let the glow of my loving touch warm you.  Let us walk together this stretch of the road for we both know that as we reach this summit, our time together will be at an end.

As the dawn breaks and the fullness of light returns I know that you will be scared and uneasy but know that you are safe with me and that our parting will be a blessing for you know too that our friendship has run its course, our time together is at an end and there are new beginnings that await us and you have other souls to serve.

So come now, for the Mountain of Union is inviting and daunting and I have no choice but to yield to the pull. We can share stories together as we travel to pass the time for we both know that this road has been paved with stories, rich stories of dragons and warriors and lost and found and light and dark. We will share these tales one more time for we both know that the time of duality is fast reaching its end.

Your company is welcome old friend and my destiny beckons loudly now, the call of the circling buzzard above the mountain’s crown, echoes down the valley. Let us walk in to this one last story together. Be my chaperone and see me safely to the waking of this dream.

And when we reach the summit we will go our separate ways. I will watch you as you make your solitary way back down the road until you are a speck in the distance and I will turn and look ahead to see the new peaks and adventures that will surely lay ahead.

 

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Sacred Masculine Energy Needed!

Of CNN’s list of the 27 Deadliest Mass Shooters, 26 of Them Had One Thing in Common:
Only one was raised by his biological father since childhood. The other 26 were all fatherless. 🙁
 
In the article I read Susanne Venker of Fox News goes on to explain that “Indeed, there is a direct correlation between boys who grow up with absent fathers and boys who drop out of school, who drink, who do drugs, who become delinquent and who wind up in prison,” she writes. “And who kill their classmates.”
“Fatherlessness is a serious problem. America’s boys have been under stress for decades. It’s not toxic masculinity hurting them, it’s the fact that when they come home there are no fathers there. Plain and simple. Add that to a bunch of horrible cultural trends telling them that everything bad is good (gang culture, drugs, misogyny, etc.), and we’ve got a serious problem on our hands.”
 
The USA has massive issues with broken boys etc but this is certainly a world wide issue.I see it all the time with the young men that I mentor. My work is just a drop in the ocean and I know that every drop counts. I also know that as we men do our inner work we are shifting the masculine energy vibration and this is impacting on the collective future of boys and men.
 
Often when we read news stories about mass shootings etc it seems like the problem is overwhelming and we don’t know where to start. But doing our own work contributes massively. Both men and women have masculine energy within. Like yin and yang both are present within the other, so both genders can work to purify their masculine energy in balance with the inner twin flame of their divine feminine. As Rumi says ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.’
What is your way? How will you contribute to bringing the lost boys home? Because it’s not someone else’s problem to fix; it belongs to each and every one of us. Love in action helps. <3
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A message for human men from Herne The Hunter, The Horned God and Lord of the Forest and Wild Places.

What do you see when you see my image here? Does my appearance alarm you? Do not be alarmed it may just be that you see my power, my primal energy which for too long has been abused and twisted and wielded over others rather than being used to protect and to raise up as it was meant to.

For too long you have been domesticated with this short, tidy hair, this smooth shaved face and body, these elegant clothes,disguises, costumes, uniforms reeking of washing powder and chemical products designed to hide the true smell of man. The smell of earth and fire and human.

I too, along with The Christ and Shiva and Merlin and Arthur and all the others are the face of the sacred masculine that now, finally is stirring from many generations of slumber. Like the first shoots of the crocuses from the frozen earth the energy is rising. I am rising, I am awakening and I am here to take my rightful seat upon my throne once again. The truth can only be hidden for so long. The cracks of the false grow bigger and bigger in your world as the old stories, the old lies that you were fed no longer stand. You see the mockery of the sacred masculine in your so called leaders; these petulant, dangerous boys in men’s bodies. Their time draws nigh, for once the sacred masculine stirs from his sleep he can only awaken further and claim his sovereignty…it is too late for him to fall back to sleep.

For too long have you been tamed and subjugated. For too long have you believed the lies of your fathers and the so called holy men. For too long have you carried the guilt and shame for the defilement of the divine feminine. This was not your doing, it never was and never shall be. Now is the time of honouring and revering and raising Her up so that the true power and magic of She can be returned to Her throne where we will sit together side by side in holy communion and gaze out on the restored harmony and balance, the miracle and mystery of this magnificent creation.

O yes I am a leader and I shall lead for I am a force to be reckoned with, for I am Herne The Horned God, Lord of the wild places, I am Love and Truth in Action and know this : all of my leading will be guided by Her. She is my way, my light…my Love.

It is time for me to deepen my re-wilding, to sink deeper into the earth so that I can rise cleaner and clearer and stronger in my loving softness with the all encompassing truth that permeates every cell of my body. It is time for me to reach higher into the sky so that my fingers touch the stars and the cool warmth of the moon’s grace warms my face. The sun of my heart blazes with righteous justice and passion that will see that this work will be done. I am here to serve Her and to see that the divine union of the sacred masculine and feminine is once again restored upon this earth.

I am Herne the Hunter. Be alert when you are out walking the sacred earth for I shall be with you if you dare to venture into the wild places within and without, that are my home. But do not be alarmed if you should glimpse me amongst the trees, the rocks; I mean you no harm. I am The Lord of the Wild places and my presence in your life is to remind and reconnect you with the primal, wild power that resides within you.

It is time to remember.
It is time to reawaken from your slumber.
It is time to honour Her for in so doing you shall return to your throne.
And so it is. Blessed Be 

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