This is Chapter 7, from my new book The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar: Shamanic sexual healing and sex magic. It’s the part in which I explain where stories about Babylon and the goddess Ishtar fit into the culture of sex magic that, as I show elsewhere in the book, was practised across the whole of the civilised world during Neolithic times. Read more
I’m so pleased to announce that we’re launching my new book today, The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar: Shamanic sexual healing and sex magic. I thought you might like this article on what the book’s about and some links to where it’s on sale. Read more
Why Sex Now?
People have been asking why, why now – in these dangerous and seemingly chaotic times, am I writing about shamanic sex magic? I will answer that. It’s no dalliance or distraction. I believe it’s key to our survival as a human species. Read more
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