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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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Message from Sacred Man to Divine Woman about Body Image

(Who am I to write these words? This is the thought that arises almost at the same time as the thought to express my sadness at how fashion has wounded woman. So I push through, past the thoughts and write anyway…fuck it!! )

Just about every woman that I have known has issues with her body image. ‘My hips are rather boyish, my breasts are too large or too small or too saggy, my hair is the wrong colour, too thin or too curly, my belly or my bum is too big…’ and the list goes on.
Body dysmorphia.

So many girls are suffering with mental health issues and eating disorders etc because of how they believe that they are not beautiful just as they are.

So allow me to be bold enough to say that every woman’s body whether we have the pleasure to explore and be with it or not, is a mystery, it is something sacred, incredibly alluring and beautiful.

Yes we men are programmed to varying degrees to notice the fashion magazine like features: the long legs the pronounced curves, high cheekbones and large eyes but we also know that this is just a thin veneer. We also know this is just programming.

Once we go beyond the visual there is so much depth to be appreciated and enjoyed from our other senses and that which is beyond the senses. There is often a conflict that when we lay with a woman we want to keep her at arms length so that we can see her and yet at the same time we want to be so close so that we can feel, smell and taste her (and let’s not even get into the sounds!).  These senses do not discriminate based on how she looks. These senses are enjoyed by man to a large extent, by the degree to which woman accepts, loves and honours her own body.

It is possible that the mind will only take us so far. So what then? Is it possible that the body is perhaps the doorway to the divine? Is it possible that through the body we shall return home and this is why most religions have worked so hard to keep us away from loving our bodies and made a big thing about ‘sins of the flesh’? Woman’s body is a portal, it is a miracle, regardless of what shape or size it is. Her body is the temple of her sacred Heart. She is Love em-body-ed!!

Please, woman, remember this.

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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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If You Come To My Door

If you come to my door then please leave your mind by the path on the garden gate.

It’s not that there is a problem with your mind, you have a beautiful mind, it’s just that it gets a little lost and scared at times.

Do not leave it by my door because it will bounce and jump, so that it can peak through the windows.

Hang it gently, tenderly on the gatepost as if it were your favourite bag with a box of eggs inside.

 

If you come to my door then take my outstretched hand for you are most welcome into this sacred space.

Let me take your coat and shoes and take a seat while I prepare you something warm and soothing to sip.

Show me with your eyes when you are ready to be held and I will wrap my strong arms around you so that you will know that you are safe and cherished.

And allow me the pleasure of nuzzling under the tumble of your thick brown curls so that I can breathe you in; your exquisite, delicate, feminine fragrance.

 

If you come to my door please allow me to prepare some food for us while you lay looking so beautiful on the sofa, and rest your sleepy body.

When our bellies are full let’s watch our spirits swirl and blend with the gentle, warm music and soft, cosy candle light.

 

If you come to my door then perhaps my body will dance and move for you as it has never done before and I will lay back when I am spent and watch your curves ebb and flow to the rhythm of your life’s passion for itself.

If you come to my door then perhaps you will also come to my bed. Perhaps I will lay my hands on you where they are moved to be or I will breathe into you the sacred Lover’s breath and allow the magic to pulsate, to move and tremble your open, physical form.  And the releasing, the transforming will be done with tears and laughter while a  deep reverence and gratitude for this human experience shall join us and watch in awe.

Then we shall lay together and I will caress your face allowing the memories and old fears to surface gently like rainbow bubbles whose time has come to burst.

Please come to my door for your love blesses me as it undoes and dissolves that which was never really me.

Your outstretched hand as I go to leave the bed says so sweetly and tenderly ‘don’t go my love. Stay a while longer.  I want you.’ Your wanting melts my heart and tears for all the unloved and unwanted parts of my self rise up.

And when we are done with our healing, our feeling, our letting go, then we will slip into a hot bath together to wash each other and feel the wet contours of these miraculous human lives. Frankincense and Lavender oil to anoint these sacred bodies that know and feel so much.

If you come to my door then know that I will miss you when you leave; even though we both know that Love can never really leave itself.

If you come to my door…

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On Tender, Loving, Vulnerability and Transformation

Let me make it clear that I share what I share because I believe and know of the power in vulnerability. I am well, I am strong, I am blessed, I am exactly where I need to be, experiencing exactly what is needed in service of my own transformation and that of the collective. I do not need or seek sympathy. I share because I feel it is important to share the whole of me, the whole of the ascension process, the messy bits and the bits that bring shame or lack of self worth to the surface to be released and transformed and dissolved. I share so that others who are finding their journey challenging may find solace in knowing that they are not alone. Too often we just want to share the ‘success’ the shiny end result, the victory. We forget to share the process that may guide and inspire others, we forget to share the perceived failures and the times when we are on our knees and crawling out of bed in the morning takes a super human will. It is the journey that IS the destination and so I feel it is important to share all aspects of my journey in the hope that others may find strength and resilience and faith when each are needed.

And having said all this, if everything is flowing and easy in your journey, then that’s awesome. Suffering and challenge is not to be put on a pedestal. It doesn’t mean that if you are not suffering that you are not growing. Suffering is old paradigm stuff and I believe that it is on the way out because with a new higher, deeper consciousness we don’t need suffering. We can learn from Love and joy and bliss too when we are awake enough to not need the motivation of unnecessary pain for change. Pain is inevitable as part of this current human experience but suffering is optional right NOW. Who knows what the future holds in relation to this.

Right now Life is an amazing blend for me. I feel so blessed and grateful for this Life and where I am on my journey, I am so bathed in Love and compassion and Divine Feminine tenderness and this Love is releasing and displacing the last remnants of fear that reside in my heart. As this fear is displaced I am feeling it in the form of emotions like low self worth and shame and a kind of uncleanness. And I know it is just the old leaving. As it passes through my physical body it causes discomfort. My skin feels uncomfortable, sleep is limited and there are aches and pains and strange sensations particularly in the right (masculine) side of my body. Headaches that are so unusual for me are more common and I am being asked to really honour my body. Today I have a massage booked!

The body and emotional stuff brings some challenges when there are things that need attending to, even though I feel at times I would just like to hibernate in my man cave for the winter!! It is just stuff passing through. It is part of my journey to freedom on all levels. I have taken steps to alleviate the process as best as possible and a large dose of surrender medicine is being swallowed too!

Lots of tenderness and lots of self care is needed at these times when the energy seems to be accelerating our metamorphosis massively.
Be in nature, feet on the earth and head in the sky.
Being with our tribe and being connected with those who we love and are loved by. Whatever we feel, it is personal to some extent but remember it is also humanity’s ‘stuff’ that we are clearing. A whole lineage of clearing is not for the feint of heart!

I believe that tender, loving, vulnerability facilitate transformation. .
All is well and all manner of things shall be well.

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