THE AWAKENING OF CERNUNNOS, THE HORNED GOD!! I was about twenty five years old and living on a peninsula off the west coast of the Scottish Highlands. I was a New Age Traveller and a small group of us were squatting an old croft village that had been derelict since the Scottish Highland clearances. We transported our belongings by boat as it was a two mile walk over the hills to get there. It was a beautiful wild place. We...
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...
‘What is the Sacred Masculine?’ She asked. ‘Well,’ he replied: ‘He is the phoenix risen from the flames, there may be ash on his beard and the smell of smoke in his hair And He will feel like the sunrise in a peachy, orange sky after the long dark night. He is the one that was wounded to the core and now stands straight and strong again. He is the one that was broken and has dressed his own wounds from the battles...
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,...
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...
Can you see the tree that stands all alone on the hill? How complete she seems unto herself as you hurry by. But slow down, pause a while and look again. See how her sure branches reach and merge with the light infinity of sky. See how she makes love with the gentle breeze; caressed and fondled she whispers her delight in the shimmering of her delicate leaves. See how the sun warms her and the frost adorns her; different lovers who come to...
