The Somerset town of Glastonbury has, quite rightly, a very high reputation the world over for being a thriving and vibrant spiritual centre, where many conferences, workshops and ceremonies take place to honour and celebrate the spirit of humanity and its fundamental unity of purpose which is beyond religious or dogmatic faiths. Read more
How grace You fair the Summerlands,
When the Wheel revolves to Your command.
With tumbling tendrils of Your blooming hair,
Your perfumed breath woven into June’s air,
And soft, downy roses of Your cheeks pink,
Under apples honeying for ambered drink,
The moss-sweet meadows bubbling with springs,
Young cranes soar overhead with Your wings.
I’m very pleased to let everyone know about the latest Glastonbury Chronicle – #3 – which we published last night. This one is mainly about the Bardic tradition, and its revival in Glastonbury as I recount my experience of the recent Gorsedh Ynys Witrin competition to find this year’s Chaired Bard.
As some followers here may have noticed. I’ve recently decided to concentrate more on writing poetry than long essays, but not because I want to hide in some irrelevant and anachronostic past-time …..far from it. It’s because I‘ve been coming to realise that what’s known as the ‘power of the bard’ is one of the true swords of the shaman or those in touch with the spirits. Read more
Long were they known to Children of Don,
Still, the waters that run deep.
Pulses the heart blood of Avalon,
Rocks the Beauty who still sleeps.
Fand, her eye weeps,
Drops drip, springs seep,
In dark Underworld kingdoms,
Fluting silvery waters, oh so sweet,
Which carries the salmon to Mabon. Read more
We’ve just published our second instalment of The Glastonbury Chronicle on You Tube: Vincent Andersen and myself in conversation about various ways of contacting the spirit dimensions for spiritual healing, wisdom and guidance, including the cosmology of the other dimensions, Amazonian shamanism, ayahuasca and other psychotropic herbs, sweat lodges, power animals and spirit guides.
Sleep can bring dreams which explode without warning,
So you long for the alarm clock to hold back the morning,
Just a few more winks under Elysium’s elms,
In the Brigit-bright night of other realms,
With purple-hued mountains, high overflying
On a long-necked, long-legged crane, of Love undying. Read more
We’re very pleased to publish here the first episode of a series of broadcast conversations between myself and Vincent Andersen called The Glastonbury Chronicle. This first one is about self-empowerment through various indigenous spiritual traditions, shamanism and other techniques. We hope you enjoy it! Read more
There are times when I feel sorry for the dear Christians who, having been persuaded that their literature is literal history or prophecy, when it contains stories intended for metaphorical teachings about astronomical cycles, are continually in a paradoxical state of fearing for/hoping for the End of Days and the Second Coming. This bouncing around between the extremes of hope and fear, life or death, sets up a kind of stasis, and an inability to move or think creatively, which is the basis of all cognitive dissonance. Read more
I’ve been building up to writing this for days, but holding back too, because I’m not sure if people are ready for it. Just now, I journeyed in the way of shamanic trance to ask the spirits of the Land, to get confirmation, and was told “Yes, it’s true. You’ve been joining up the dots correctly. This has been a deliberate destruction of the holy springs of Avalon, and it’s coming from the other lands.” Read more