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THE AWAKENING OF CERNUNNOS, THE HORNED GOD!!

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...

The Divine Masculine Rides Out with the Blessing of the Divine Feminine

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 Sacred Masculine – A New Man For A New Earth

Last night I was watching an action movie and noticed how the basis of the story-line was similar to so many other films that are all about action, adventure and the current paradigm of what it is to be a man. In short the story-line was that the man loses his woman (usually in extremely unpleasant circumstances) and without the love of his life he becomes a lone wolf that is obsessed by his work which usually involves inflicting pain...

Sacred Masculine or Scared Masculine?

The truth is, it’s a fine line! I lived the first fifteen years of my life in fear that my step mother would assault me while I was at home and when I was at school I lived in fear that I would be teased by my peers for wearing uncool clothes or be verbally or physically attacked by the rougher kids from the other more working class estate. After I left home I spent seven years with no fixed...

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...

What is the Sacred Masculine?

  ‘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...