Been a while since I blogged but strange things have been happening.
About two weeks ago a certain lady came to see me for a chat, the one that was linked with the stones from Uppsala. She had a gift for me, a beautiful , crystal tipped wand, engraved with runes and sea shells. Half way up the length of the wand, a crab's claw is attached.
I was told to leave this wand somewhere special on the land to allow the wights to bless it. So the next morning I set out up the Tor and allowed Spirit to guide my quest. At one of my regular haunts the guides of the Tor spoke and told me to bury the other three stones at this place and leave the wand to be activated. The next morning I carried the stones with me and did exactly as I was told and left the stones and the wand in the hands of the land spirits.
I returned the following day to retrieve the wand and sat within the circle of stones. I placed the wand  in my hands to tune in. I had already understood the message of the crab claw.( If I wanted to evolve on, to change, I had to  release the dependence to my Armour, to shed my skin in order to grow.) This morning I was engulfed in a bright turquoise light, a healing light and felt peace wash over me and my protective suit fall away. I felt extremely vulnerable but trusted that was supposed to be.
That night Odin came to me in a vision, along with my Mother. Odin placed thirteen self-healed Lemurian Quartz crystals in a bowl, twelve smaller and one larger in the middle. A woman appeared who needed healing, she sat before us. The All-father placed the bowl at her feet and she spread out her arms and opened her hands, at which point my Mother placed a Bay leaf in each palm.
Odin began to chant a magical charm, my Mother  began to drum whilst circling the woman. The Crystals in the bowl ignited in that same turquoise glow, slowly engulfing the woman, making its way up her body and hovering above her head. Finally flowing down her arms and into the Bay-leaves, which Odin then grabbed and threw into the fire and declared loudly "It is done!... Understand Boy?"
" Yes, this is a way of clearing all negative energy from the body, to purify the spirit."
Odin winked, I nodded and woke from the dream excited to tell Julie what I had encountered and most importantly learnt. That day in Glastonbury I sort out the thirteen (Self-healed) Crytsals and placed them in a sacred bowl made with my Mother's ashes, I also went into Star-child and acquired a large bag of organic Bay-leaves.
That day was a slow day, as most are for readings in December but both of my clients had seen me before at the end of reading I asked the client if I  could practice a new healing that I was gifted from spirit. I followed the ceremony exactly as I had seen in the vision, the crystals at the feet, the leaves in the palms of their outstretched hands, chanting the same words as Odin using the same drum beat my Mother. I saw and felt the crystals activate and flow on its course through each client.
The first client had tears in her eyes, she said it was beautiful and felt invigorated and youthful after. The second client could feel the leaves vibrating in her hands and felt so much lighter, like a heavy burden had been lifted.
I believe  that our true medicine and healing gifts are downloaded to us at certain times on our spiritual journey. The wand I was gifted was the key to the next door opening on my own personal path
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Bloody Hell! I am trying to get a grip of all the social media that I have let slip over the last couple of months, to keep myself relevant  and current in the psychic community. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram This is what I find the hardest of all, dealing with the daily onslaught  of mindless spiritual drivel. I am not saying that the odd philosophical  quote can't be inspiring but every ten minutes by a legion New age healers, frankly the populace just becomes numb to it.
So I am  going to try and up my game but also try to be a realist to the amount of divine guidance the average muggle can take before they switch off. My goal is to share the wisdom of my ancestors, the medicine, the rituals, their teachings, in a way that the average bloke can understand. You see I made a promise, an oath to spirit to spread the word to all who enter my world. The tribe I am attached to is a global tribe of the 21st century, I just have to find a way to guide them to my medicine shack. My path is authenticity, truth and facing the facts, sometimes it is hard to make myself seem attractive compared to all the fluffy bunnies( You know who you are.) 
Through the runes, I will guide, council and heal clients who know nothing of our ancient crafts. My place of work is that little hut at the corner of the village, which most of the time the locals steer clear of and cast jeers of ridicule in that direction. Until they need help, a shoulder to cry on and a strong hand to steady them back to health, so they can return to the tribe and continue their jeering.
All this is OK, for this is my role within the tribe, the medicine man, the priest, the shaman and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So I have not blogged since August and for that I am sorry. I was just caught up in the turmoil of World affairs, absorbing all the information and disinformation available to us any  moments of the night and day. The big question is what can I do about it, other than rant on like a loon and drive my poor, sweet Julie nuts. The answer is to react differently, to see things differently, not to be lost in the chaos of it all but to stand back, take a deep slow breath, collect my thoughts and make a positive decision.

On Samhain eve I was not on the Tor or even in Glastonbury but sat on the long barrow at Uphill, Weston-Super-Mare. Sending medicine to help my Red brothers and sisters at Standing Rock, allowing my spirit to travel and be with them in the shield wall, protecting the sacred lands.
This morning I  was really struggling with world events.

I journeyed on this situation and went to sit with Odin to ask for guidance. Myself, Goll, Frigga, Freyja, Thor and Odin were sitting around the council fire, we all stared into the flames. I opened my mouth to talk, to tell them of all the things of injustice that are happening in Midgard but Odin just put his finger over his lip and said
"Shhhhhh little brother, you were born in this time, it is the world you deserve. The Norns are not fools, they placed you there for a reason.  The candle cannot be burned at both ends for too long, something has to give and for the excesses of the last fifty years the payment is now due.
The gift we have blessed you with is the WORD... Not to dribble out your mouth in idle moaning of discontentment which only fuel the fires of dis-ease, but to calm, still the hearts and minds of others. To explain that living in the moment is the only way to live.
So call your tribe together, those who are lost, those who are slaves to the coin, held tightly in the claws of Fafnir (The Dragon of greed). Help them free themselves, help them see the wealth in the smile of a child, the value of love, of friends, of brothers and sisters... The true value of the TRIBE."
 He nodded at me, as did all the others, the All Father clapped his hands and I was back in Midgard.


 My vision echoed to me some word written in the Havamal ( The book of Odin)

"Never envy a man who has much gold, for luck comes and goes with the season. Envy the man who has may sons for he will live forever." 

                                                                                                      This is the long barrow on Uphill

There are three different ways to have off-spring
By Blood  By Love or By Teachings . Each is equally important. The example we set for the young, our students, our peers, for the next generation can change mankind for the better.


It is our friends and family that are our true wealth and our best defense from the sorrows of the world. So embrace the love of those who we call kin in one way or another.
Blessings All      Jeremy

After trying and failing several times to connect with, or more importantly be accepted by the land wights of Weston-Super-Mare, last weekend I did the Viking History Days on the sea front... Unfortunately Thor showed up on Saturday and I got drenched but not before I had had some interesting conversations that confirmed my spirit visions. Sunday was even worse and the encampment had been blown away. Seems the gods wanted me there just for a short time to receive my message, then its purpose was done.

The first place Julie took me when we started dating was Uphill, to show me the Viking tower. At this spot there was a burial mound that I stood upon and felt the power and energy of a great warlord. Well anyway I was chatting with one of the Viking rein-actors and he told me that Uphill used to be called Ubhill and we discussed the Great Heathen army and the battle on Brent Knoll in 875 AD where one of their leaders fell "Ubba" son of Ragnar Lothbrok . He was carried away from the scene of the battle and buried on a near by hill.... Hence Ubhill/ Uphill.

Yesterday I tried to visit the caves of the Norns but the tide was in and access was denied, I instantly knew that I had to visit Uphill and do my spirit work there. As this is mid August there were loads of tourists flying kites in the wind and enjoying the bright sunshine, no matter to me. I sat down on the mound and shook my Algiz stick and drifted off into vision.

I was back in time just after the great battle and the dead warlord lay before me. The vision was as an observer, I saw myself in another life, a younger version ,maybe about 30 years old. A floppy leather hood covered most of my face but I could still make out that from half way across the bridge of my nose on up was painted black, the whites of his eyes shone from the shadows of the hood. 

This character (Me) was chanting as he marked the body with runes and sigels for the dead man's  journey ahead. He used the burnt end of a stick and mixed it with spittle in the palm of his hand to write his magical charms of protection and release. Others were laying large rocks around the warlord making the shape of a great ship to carry him across to the other side.

The wizard looked up and straight at me, he smiled and spoke.
" I am no crow, I am no Raven, I am the Jackdaw."
The other members of the cast of my vision seemed to give this Shaman a wide birth, whether from fear or reverence I am not quite sure
He stopped what he was doing, left the stick tool on the dead man's chest and walked away from the body, in my vision I followed. The medicine man led me  to a grove of trees, which possessed a mystic and spiritual energy.
" Here is a good place to work" He said, then spat on the floor, stamped it in with his boots and was gone.

I was back from my vision and sitting on the mound in the  glorious August weather.
I stood up and thanked the spirits for my message then retraced the steps of the wizard, whence I found the sacred grove.... My plan now is to come back  and bury an Othela rune in the earth to mark this spot as another holy place within my sacred enclosure and to encounter the Jackdaw once more, I feel he has much to show me.

I havn't blogged for a while been involved in making loads of new runes for the Viking Festival I am about to do In Weston-Super-Mare. It amazes me the amount of history the town has, going back to the Great viking Army. Ubba ( Ragnar Lodbrok's son) was killed in the battle of Brent knoll, just a few miles away from the town. Guthrum, his cousin, was defeated at Edington (on the Somerset levels) and taken to Wedmore to be Baptized into the Christian faith. As I look out over the cliffs of Weston Wood I can imagine the Norsemen camped out below. All these events and there echoes dwell within my sacred enclosure.

My job on this weekend is to be a Norse Shaman reading runes from my cauldron but most importantly, to raise an interest in the Odinic ways and allow the old Gods to speak again. The town will be full of holiday makers, from all walks of life.... I have played this role at many events in the US but those were always Scandinavian or spiritual gatherings, where most of those attending had a genuine interest in the subject... Strangely enough, here in England there is less desire to know one's history, it is because
we are surrounded by it every day, layer upon layer buried beneath us.

I will cast my runes, spin my yarns and weave the web of the sagas into the hearts and mind of those who will attend. Whether I am listened to or ignored as a lunatic is up to the Norns. The stories will be told and the word of Odin will be heard once again on the banks of the Severn estuary, just as it was 1200 years ago.

It is strange how spirit works, the way things come together and you get conformation that your visions are true and the path you walk is the right one. So if you keep up with my blog, my last vision was about accepting the magical connection between myself and the mystical  wilderness beings of the American continent. Today that link came to me  personally in Glastonbury, in the shape of two  Mexican shaman.
We chatted for a while about turkey feathers, the things on my table and about the trade in endangered species. That we can use animal spirits but the tools we use must have been collected with the right intent. I blessed them both and they left my room. On the way out they gifted Angie, the Manager of the shop, a beautiful gold obsidian necklace as a present. I chatted with her about what a wonderful offering that was and how completely beautiful moment to meet these two lovely ladies.
Later on as I was chatting with a young couple, when the shorter of the two Shaman, called Maria, appeared at my door , She had returned and give me a Mayan carving. She told me that she had brought it with her from Mexico and was to gift it to the right person when she came across them. I was that right person. Her offering humbled me and I received it gratefully and as I my culture gave her one of my own pendants.
I asked her what was the meaning of the enchanting obsidian Icon she said as she left
"He is the warrior who protects the forest"

A strange dream last night, or should I say at 5am this morning.... I was walking the 3.5 mile track from the the main road to the house in the wilderness, back to Lynn Point, WA. I was remembering every turn every tree along the winding path, as I reach the house, a panic swept over me, the ghost of the tension between Tara and myself and I woke up sweating.
I wanted to make sense of this fear so I dream journyed back to the same situation.......
I reach the house again and "White Elk " the native spirit is waiting for me, he who I first met when I moved there.  He embraces me, then starts to explain....
" It was you who gave the Othela rune to the Native woman "Rose" to bring back the medicine to her land, I was you who found this place for rent and led you right to her, where she had burried your symbol, It was you who spend all your time in the forest , giving thanks, saying prayers and healing the land. It was you who spend your time hear alone and wept tears onto this soil when you mother died, Not Tara, you..... Come with me now, I need to show you something."
I followed the dream shaman along the same forest track to the Ghost tree and into my sacred circle. I sang the runes once more, as I saw each appear in the branches above me, as I had done each morning, but this time as I sung each sound  a being of the forest, or from visions and experiences appeared. Elves, Gnomes, sprites, the Female spirit of the forest, the dark watchman with his spider hounds, three Sasquatches and Elanza the Gnomic Princess (She who now sits at my council fire in the Frithgarth).
White Elk spoke once more.
" These are all the beings that you awoke in this forest, each who had been asleep, each is your friend  your ally, They await for you to call on them, for you to work with them... This is why you came to America, to find us!"
I lay awake recalling all my encounters in the forests of the Pacific NW and realized what a gift I had been given. My split up from Tara had jaded the beauty of this holy experience. No more would I ignore my sacred friends, bless you all, and to Kelli and Bill who both got to share a moment with me in the wildness of that sacred place.

Strange days off indeed... Sunday night, I drive over to Bournemouth to meet my kids before Tom Perry's funeral the next day. Whilst we sat outside admiring the beautiful evening a motorbike blows up setting the car behind it on fire. The next day I attend the funeral of my son's best friend, there must have been 500 people there most under the age of 26. There are no words to describe the out pouring of grief I felt and observed, as I sat in  the Priory, amidst the tears of a whole generation. I was going to hold a Sumbel ceremony using the mead horn to honour Tom's passing, but instead I left it to my son Jacob. I felt this was their time to be alone with friends, memories and thoughts.
The drive back to Weston was deeply beautiful as I just embraced the glory of the English countryside, and the gift that I was alive to see it.

The next morning Julie and I set off for Lyme Regis on the Jurassic coast. We arrived very early, as I always plan to leave for a journey at the crack of dawn, and decided to get some breakfast, we found a cute little cafe right on the seafront. Julie ordered poached eggs and me the crab chowder.... It was bloody expensive and absolutely horrible, I renamed my slop " Crab Chunda" because that is exactly what it looked like. We retired to find a space on the beach.
I took Ju's advice and avoided the soft white sand for the wet sand at the shoreline, this would keep us cooler as the temperatures soared, she was right but it was as hard as bloody concrete. We ventured into the sea, it was cold, bracing but utterly invigorating. I properly swam in the crashing wavers
 ( The first time in 12 years) then lay in the warm, warm sun until I was dry.

As lunch approached I wasn't filled with confidence about our prospects, after the trauma of breakfast I was a little weary, I need not have the small homemade pizzas we found down a side street were excellent, followed by a pint of prawns ,I was a happy camper once more. Jules got me some really nice Flip-Flops, but I had never been fond of the toe jamming post , hey I was at the beach.
We returned to our pitch, where I had a snooze, under our newly purchased umbrella and Julie went for another swim.

I woke maybe thirty minutes later and thought I would join Ju in the waves. Up and down I searched the shallows, then back again a little bit deeper ( Julie is a total mermaid and loves the water, especially the blue water that I could see further out)  The sea was packed with tourists and locals alike, there were a few bobbing heads even further out which I was sure one would be her, then wallop! I stubbed my middle toe on a jagged rock, if this had happened on dry land, I would of hit the deck and screamed like a banshee, but instead I gritted my teeth and hobbled my way back to the shallows and finally dropped on my towel.

Julie arrived back some time after and told me that she didn't go for a swim but decided to walk along the beach instead. I am at that funny stage in a relationship, where it is so good and wonderful that it seems to cause me anxiety to be without her for a few minutes, If I had only been patient and waited my foot would still be OK ...Odin had a little lesson for me, or my poor toe.

By 4pm we were done with the sun and headed out of town to a campsite where we could park the Bongo and stay the night. We got set up and we headed down to the shower block to wash off all the days sand... You know that shower, freezing cold or scolding hot, I chose ice water as it seemed more refreshing. As I hopped about washing myself as quick as possible, a huge hairy black spider dropped from the ceiling above right  at my feet. I kicked out with my foot sending the beast scurrying under the door and me stubbing my toe once more on the shower frame. By now it felt like a cartoony red throbbing toe, throb, throb, throb.

There was no way I could get any shoes on, so I resorted back to the toe jamming flip flops and we set out down an extremely steep hill to the pub at the bottom for our evening meal. My god this hill was steep adding extra jamming effect into the already toe jamming flops. Finally we made it to the pub and I could stuff my face with fish and chips... WHAT! No food on Tuesdays.

We asked a local who advised us to take the mile and a half country walk into Lyme Regis. I remember my bruised toe looking up at me and saying "Are you sure"
Never the less we set out on our mini expedition, this was one of the most trippy, rocky, wonky paths I have been on, my toe was killing me and I moaned like a bitch the whole time. Julie on the other hand enjoyed the beautiful evening, the flowers, the butterflies, the wondrous idyllic  river side cottages and old mills. But even she noticed the sign posts.... Lyme Regis 1 1/2 miles, we walked for twenty mins or so, another sign Lyme Regis 1 1/2 miles, another twenty minutes another sign, the same bloody distance to go. By this time, my toe throbbing seemed insignificant compared with the weeping red crack between my toes.

We finally made the town some hour and a half later and I got my Fish and Chips and the world seemed right again but there was no way I was walking the mile and a half home. So we got a taxi and you know what, I slept like a baby.

 The Wednesday plan was to check out Bridport as we had reliably heard from friends it was a cool place. Just as we arrived at our new destination A Creperie Cart blows up and set two cars on fire, parts of the town are cordoned off for safety... Up and til this point in my life I have seen maybe three things blow up, now five things in two days mmmmmm.

The nearest beach was West Bay so that is where we headed next, this is where the toe story takes on a whole new dimension. We find a nice parking space close to the beach, we cant actually see the sea as there is a huge sand dune in front of us. so on go the flip flops one more time and we head off. What we thought was a sand dune is actually a dune of roasting hot rice crispy size pebbles heaped in a mountainous pile between us and the cool crashing waves.
Julie starts to laugh as my feet sink into the pebbles and I loose my grip, finally ending up on my hands and knees, three steps forwards two sliding back

I was getting nowhere fast, I felt like I was in the French Foreign Legion crawling my way across the desert or the Dorset Coastline. I finally had a brain wave and stepped all fours onto my towel and used it like magic carpet to waddle my way to the beach. Obviously this would have been so much easier if I didn't have a smacked up toe.

Julie went for her usual swim and I lay back in the surprising comfy rice crispies, it was so bloody hot, I finally had to say "I am done, let's go home". Just as we got in,   I had back to back hour readings, it was like Odin knew, that's enough fun, time to be home there is work to be done.

What is going on in the World right now, It all seems to be falling apart, or falling into place I am not sure. The forces of Jotunheim are at play and the momentum of this could push us over the edge. Racial tensions in the US, Trump lining up to be president, terrorist attacks in France and military coups in Turkey, not to mention the state of politics in the UK. To cap it all my Father who is nearly eighty getting into a fight whilst in Spain, because a drunken local called him an "English Bastard"as the UK wants to leave the Euro zone, when I say fight, my father knocked him down with a back hander, split his lip and broke his nose
The police were called , My Dad told them what the man called him and the fact that " I only 'it him once and it wasn't a proper dig anyway". They decided not to arrest him and warned not to cause anymore trouble in the town. He is now back in the UK and I spoke with him and said.
"Dad he could of had a couple of mates, who could of come back and given you a right kicking"
It was at this point I realized , that was pretty much exactly what my Father wanted, to go out on his shield and take his place in Vallhala. He is one guy who doesn't do old age very well.
The conversation led back to the subject of all his mates being gone. I know now he has to find some joy in life, something to spark his interest. He probably needs a female companion to have new adventures with, that is tricky as my Dad only fancies "younger birds". So I will call on Freyja to send him one, just like the" Beguiling of Merlin" to give all for love once more, after all it is LOVE that makes it all the crap worth while.

Since the intervention of Freyja, I have re-balanced my medicine wheel, calling in both the male and female energies in each direction.  I  honoured the guidance of  the Goddess and was led to a holy wood, that I will not mention. When I arrived there it was not how I remembered, rubbish and crap everywhere, a group of homeless had set up camp there, old Tesco trolleys and the trees had graffiti  sprayed on them. It made me ashamed I was a two-legged, all the other species lived in harmony with the creation of nature. I promised the Goddess I would return and try and undo some of this abuse. As I left the wood, I came across an old man sitting on a bench, wearing a check shirt and dungarees. He smiled and said "Hello, I'm an Elf and a Yogi, I come hear every morning to do my stuff but the rest of the time I'm just a plumber...You understand don't you?"
I winked, knodded, blessed him and passed on my way. It was good to know that there were others who could see between the Worlds and understand the beauty of that.

Today I returned, I said prayers and hung a runic helm on one of the trees, a helm for these occupants to be respectful or clear out and leave this grove in peace. It felt good to be back on the land doing medicine to heal the woods and fields. It has been a while, with all the distractions of energy attacks and so on.
Once I had finished my simple ritual, Merlin appeared to me and told me to return to the place he had taken me six years ago. I wont go over that again but it is in my book. Anyway this place he mentioned was a bridge on the Brue river at the edge of town, this bridge was sacred in ancient times as it was the gateway to Avalon, now it just supports the traffic that by-passes the town.
I need to retrieve a reed from the river ( the reed is Ngetel in the Ogham , it is for clearing away bad energy and spells, so this seemed appropriate ) In the pass the six years, the banks had become really overgrown and I struggled to find a place to get down to the water. The natural plants that grow along river banks have gone wild this Summer with the constant rain, sun ,rain ,sun, rain ,sun and now the bank was a jungle of thistles, stingers, cow-parsley and some sort of huge grass, which the cows seem to love but unfortunately gives them really runny shit that was sprayed everywhere.

Eventually I found a spot where I could just about see a place that was clear, my target was a good five foot jump down and involved me hoping what I was leaping onto was solid ground. Merlin had led me hear and just as before no matter what the outcome I must do what he said.
I Jumped , landed one foot on solid bank the other on spongy grass but relatively dry. I Then struggled along the bank until I could finally reach across with my Algiz stick and grab a reed. Perfect! mission complete  but how the Hell do I get back up. The bank was slippery and dense with stinging nettles, I just regarded all the stings as the price to pay for the magical reed. Above me an audience of curious cows had gathered and watched  the silly two-legged scramble back up the bank.
Back on the bank above, I had my prize but more than that I felt alive in the magic once more.

So, since I have been back in the UK I have been under constant psychic attack, pretty much all from female energies. I have been having visions on what to do and it seems Odin wants me to make peace. Today was the day when I would hand out my spiritual olive branch, but at each of the allocated spots, where I was to do my medicine something was wrong, children playing, someone camping, the path blocked by a fallen tree.
I have walked my entire sacred path of Avalon and was nearly at the end, when I met a nice couple on the Tor, who had a blanket laid out selling pictures. The Guy, mid 40's long blonde hair, asked about my shaman stick and told me he channeled the Star Masters. I gave him the explanation of my Algiz stick and explained that I was a medicine man. He then asked if he could bless me and I agreed. He fell into a semi-trance, spoke in tongues, clapped his hands and then said "Bless you" and bowed his head. I gifted him one of the runes from around my neck, and as they sat beside the spirit waterfall the rune laguz was appropriate.
I didn't feel any different but his intent seemed Holy, we parted and I was on my way. One last place had not been tried for my peace ceremony, then it dawned on me like a bolt of lightning. I was not to make peace with certain women but to make my peace with all women. Freyja, Frigga, Gullveig, Sigge, Nanna, Idunna, Sif, Saga, Rind, Ran and Urd, Verdandi and Skald. I must embrace women and ask for forgiveness and I know exactly where I am to do that.
In doing so, I hope it will bring to an end my endless conflicts. To have the relationship like I have with Julie who is my (Creddilad, the wife of Gwynn ap Nudd, The Summer Queen). To allow peace and harmony to reign once more. I have a very masculine energy that needs to be a sanctuary for those who need healing, just as the Mother Frigga hold us in a nurturing carress, my my hand be the strong ,firm grip of support and protection.

So, since I have been back in the UK I have been under constant psychic attack, pretty much all from female energies. I have been having visions on what to do and it seems Odin wants me to make peace. Today was the day when I would hand out my spiritual olive branch, but at each of the allocated spots, where I was to do my medicine something was wrong, children playing, someone camping, the path blocked by a fallen tree.
I have walked my entire sacred path of Avalon and was nearly at the end, when I met a nice couple on the Tor, who had a blanket laid out selling pictures. The Guy, mid 40's long blonde hair, asked about my shaman stick and told me he channeled the Star Masters. I gave him the explanation of my Algiz stick and explained that I was a medicine man. He then asked if he could bless me and I agreed. He fell into a semi-trance, spoke in tongues, clapped his hands and then said "Bless you" and bowed his head. I gifted him one of the runes from around my neck, and as they sat beside the spirit waterfall the rune laguz was appropriate.
I didn't feel any different but his intent seemed Holy, we parted and I was on my way. One last place had not been tried for my peace ceremony, then it dawned on me like a bolt of lightning. I was not to make peace with certain women but to make my peace with all women. Freyja, Frigga, Gullveig, Sigge, Nanna, Idunna, Sif, Saga, Rind, Ran and Urd, Verdandi and Skald. I must embrace women and ask for forgiveness and I know exactly where I am to do that.
In doing so, I hope it will bring to an end my endless conflicts. To have the relationship like I have with Julie who is my (Creddilad, the wife of Gwynn ap Nudd, The Summer Queen). To allow peace and harmony to reign once more. I have a very masculine energy that needs to be a sanctuary for those who need healing, just as the Mother Frigga hold us in a nurturing carress, my my hand be the strong ,firm grip of support and protection.

Every day minor problems get us down, trivial rubbish that clutters our lives. then out of the blue someone loses a loved one, a parent passes over and it puts your life into perspective. this takes time and we become accustomed to our role in the world changing and we take on the mantle of those who came before us.
This I have learned to deal with. but when my Kids call me in tears and tell me that one of their best friends has died whilst on a trip to Sri Lanka, a lad I have known since he was four years old. This young life blown out before his twenty fourth birthday. As a parent myself, I can just imagine the heart wrenching grief his whole family are going through.
This is the real reality check, that how sweet and brief life truly is. What a precious, fragile gift the Gods have given us that must never been taken for granted. My son and his friends are in a state of shock, the glorious life they lived growing up on the South coast has been rocked. The first of their friends has passed on and at Tom Perry's funeral their will be a out pouring of love of all those who got to share his life.
As we all walk this journey, we will lose friends and family. my Father tells me all his mates are dead, he is the last of his "Crew". Tom Perry was the first of his crew and we will all take our place in the line of Orlog. So I say to my Son, " Sing your friends song loud, we will all meet again in Valhalla"

I haven't blogged in a while, that is because I have been immersing myself in the magic and medicine of the land and great revelations have come to me. All this new knowledge has come up since I found the boundaries of my "Scared Enclosure". Within this area huge events took place in the past, whose ghosts still echo through the lives of those who live now.
Firstly we have the story of Arthur, Avalon and Camelot, if we forget about the legend and just focus on how those events changed the world view of that time.
Arthur the Servant of Christ defeated the Saxon horde and overcame the power of Wotan.
Jump forward 300 years and vitually the same events happen around another legendary king,
Alfred the Great deafeated the great viking army and converts their leader to Christianity and overcomes the power of Odin.
There are many theories about where these events took place, spiritually I have visioned and seen with my own eyes, they all lie in the west country of England.
Guthrum the Viking King was beaten at the battle of Edington ( this is the Edington  that lies between Glastonbury and Brent Knoll.) Alfred then gets the Viking King to sign the treaty of Wedmore,( Just outside Glastonbury) and the England we now know was born.
Now where does my own particular path come into all this history, in both of the above events the Gods  of the Heathen are over powered and subdued...BUT NOT GONE... This sleeping dragon lies dormant in the land . Now I and others are to wake this energy once more. Not so we can rise above any other path, but to show the holiness of the pagan way. A path where the we and the Gods are in total balance with nature.
Feel the Dragon rise, not just in the land but in your own ancestral soul.

Things are manifesting themselves in mysterious ways, I was just looking up sacred sites of Wessex to try and find some interesting prehistoric venues for me and Julie to visit in the camper van, where she could wild swim and I could do my medicine. But as I looked at the map I noticed that Weston-Super-Mare (where I now live), Crooks peak. Glastonbury, South Cadbury Castle (Camelot) and Bournemouth (Where my family live) are all on one straight line. it is like my life has been written along this pathway.
I carried the line on over the Bristol channel, on  and on the the west coast of Wales, the line cuts through the place I went to school as a kid. So I continued this line out over the Irish sea and passing straight through Dublin and on into Northern Ireland, where my fathers ancestors originated. I have been posed a question to find out why my life and spiritual path has been plotted this way.
Yesterday, I was led by a friend to visit a tiny village in the Somerset levels, at this location I discovered runes carved on the outside of a church, which revealed secrets that I cannot talk about. Then she took me to the sacred well in this village. This holy shrine was really elaborate and I had seen it before. She asked if it was in a vision and I explained not quite.
Whilst I was in the US I played a kid's game called Minecraft, where you create your own world. Well in my imaginary land I built the sacred shrines of England, the Tor, Stonehenge and Wayland's Smithy to name but a few.I would use this visionary world to connect with the magic of HOME I also found within this land a sacred pool where I constructed an ornate structure making a holy well. Once my little building was finally finished a white Ox appeared beside me

in the game and I took this as a good sign. Little did I know that my imagined shrine existed for real and yesterday I encountered it's energy.
As I said mysterious things are happening

The picture opposite is looking out from Weston-Super-Mare to Wales

 Sunday night I dreamt of the NORNS and how I was to call them. On Monday morning myself and Julie went down to Otter Cove, I was going to show her the caves, to feel their energy and I was going to leave a large flat stones with a helm representing each of the three maidens.  As we gingerly trod over the wobbly pebbles it started to rain, then snow, then hail and I mean bucket down. So I told Julie I would go a head on my own and she took shelter at the base of the cliff.
The caves were another two bays further over, I sat myself in the Cave of URD to get a restbite from the pounding hail stones. Here I began my work , designing her helm and singing it in to being. My voice echoed around me and I could sense the energy change. Flashes of my past lives came to me. I left the magical token  and moved on to the next cave, the cave of VERDANDI. I continued the process and evoked the goddess's energy with songs and prayers and left her talisman at the very back of the tunnel. This location gave me a sense of belonging, being in the moment and being thankful for the things and life I have now.
The final cave ceremony went the same as the previous two, drawing her helm on the pebble, placing it in the appropriate place and singing the energy of SKALD. In this location I asked the seeress to show me and guide me in my future. The hail stopped and a ray of sun shone out across the sea.

Outside, right between all three caves was a large rock, the perfect size to sit on and call on the wisdom of the NORNS.... This is a magical place, with the forest above, the caves below and the wild sea behind me. I thought again of the footprints found just near here that dated from 80,000 years ago and how many other medicine men and women had sat before these caves and called on the oracles that dwelt here. Peace and knowing came over me,  I am just taking my place in the web of wyrd. I got up spoke my spirit name loudly, so they would know who honours them this day and headed back to find Julie.

On Sunday night I took out the set of runes I use at Julie's to ask a question and one of the runes had broken in half. So on the Monday morning I set off up to Weston woods to scatter this whole set around the area of the old Roman fort. I picked the stones at random from the pouch remembering where each fell and noting the energy of that spot.
When this ceremony was finished I sat and asked the spirit of this land "Agrona" how may we work together, as the last rune that I cast was at the spot where I first encountered this particular spirit. Ehwaz(The rune of partnership and progress). The spirit guided me down to the beach below, so I followed these instructions and discovered a magical cove, where I sat and made a set of new runes from the smooth round pebbles that lay at the entrance to a small cave.
On one side I drew each of the 24 runes on the back of each rune I created a helm evoking the energy of finding my place. As I finished each stone I chanted, " Clan, Tribe, Home, Family, Odin, Wisdom, Knowledge, Magic." as I touched the 8 arms of each sun-wheel.Time was getting on and the tide was coming in, I left to come back and explore in the morning.
When I returned the next day, I ventures further just around the next headland and found three caves side by side. I knew instinctively that this was where the Norns dwelt. Sitting quietly in the glorious morning Sun, their message came and a deep sense of belonging and purpose came over me.
At first i struggled to feel any magic in Weston-Super-Mare but if you look, listen and honour the lands MAGIC is everywhere.
On the way back I passed the Old Pier, which is derelict. I have been drawn to this place since I first came to this town. This location holds a very dark null that need to be understood and healed. I peered down from the cliff and the waning tide had revealed a pathway to the old pier. I took a shot and showed it to Julie when I got home. She said she had never seen that in all her 50 years of living here. More confirmation that when to you, the doorways open. I plan to visit on my next days off.

A sleepless night of strange and troubling dreams, that took me back to the man I used to be. I woke up Julie and we discussed my visions, which then left her not being able to get back to sleep.Then as I lay there  Odin came and showed me it was time to defend myself and all those who had come before us, those who cannot defend themselves, to watch over the sacred places and to light the beacons in times of war.Time to stand up and fight for what you believe be proud of who I have become, to step forward from the shadows. I pondered on this for a couple of hours until I finally dropped back off to sleep.
Friday is one of my early morning walks on the Tor and as usual I was collecting the rubbish as I went along but the trail of trash today led me to a particular part of the Tor which has a heavy energy. Along the way I saw more Elder trees that had been cut down, these trees represent the ancestors and should be treated with respect, there can be a big price to pay for harming this Guardian.
Then I saw it, a huge digger carving out the Tor. They seemed to be repairing some sort of leak but what they inadvertently achieving was disturbing the dead and the peace of this Holy shrine. That wasn't what upset me the most, it was the Wessex Archeology van pulling away that told me that they had found something/ someone. I will visit early tomorrow and say prayers for the sleeping spirits that dwell there and protect the land from needless harm, I will lay a helm on the open wound and sing a healing song, as is the way with a land Guardian.

So yesterday on the way into work in Avalon my car starts making a bad banging noise down by the passenger wheel arch. I stop and check it out to find that the tyre is beginning to shred. This is the forth time before this I have had a flat, a puncture or my tyres have been let down in the last month, I think someone is trying to give me a message. Anyway because of this event I stayed at my good friend's(Tim) place. This meant that I would be up really early and out on the land before dawn.
I walked my sacred walk and met a young lady who was seeking to talk with the trees for their hidden knowledge. I took the time to direct her to a certain tree (The Hurn Tree) and told her that that was a good place to start. I left a rune on a gate post near by that would help her with her quest, if she found it it was meant for her, if not it will be delivered into the hands of its rightful owner.
I left my offerings and said prayers along the way then journeyed at my usual place.
Today I went further on a walk than other times and headed up Wearall Hill to activate a certain rune there. This is the one but last of the sacred points that need my attention, I hope to be complete by Tuesday and then we will see what happens...... Everything in Avalon is in a state of massive change and many of the old gateways are closing, for how long I don't know but I do know when the land is strong and vibrant, it doesn't need its land guardians as much, but now we are all being called into service so this sacred soil can heal and repair.

A sasquatch visited me in my dreams last night... We were walking through the forest and looking at different camp sites, some were human some were other world beings, he pointed out how to tell the difference between each type. I kept getting distracted and left behind but we were tethered together by a long leather rope and the Big foot kept tugging on it for me to move on. When I woke I told Julie my dream but could make head nor tale of it, except I felt that I wasn't doing eneough medicine and was being easily distracted by muggle stuff.
So I left Weston-Super-Mare really early and drove to Glastonbury and went up the Tor. I wasn't gonna go right to the top but spirit guided me to travel on up, Which meant I had to approach the Egg stone from a different direction.
I said my Prayers to the Gods, Ancestors and land wights of Avalon and headed on down over the side. Hugwynn and Munna flew in close and I tossed them occasional offering of bread as they followed me on my path.
I stopped before I entered the Shrine of the Egg-stone but once again the guardians of the Tor (The Ravens) would not enter with me. As I heard and saw another herald beckon me in, I stepped closer but something was not right. People were there sleeping under the Hawthorne trees, disturbing the peace of this holy site. It was then that I felt that the portal at the egg had closed and needed to be sealed shut.
I quietly and softly chanted the Galder of "Kennaz" to make myself invisible, to just blend into the enviroment and set about my medicine of closing the doorway with a helm, drawn on the wind. This was because I felt that the Holy tree had fallen, the crows would not enter and this land now felt vunerable, all signs that I must do work here.
I finished my work undisturbed, as the campers slept on, then made my way down to the Faerie woods. Once again this time, as before, the Crows did follow and sat in the branches at my place of vision. One doorway closes and another opens and it felt like this is now where Gwynn ap Nudd dwells, or where I was supposed to connect with him. I shared my oferings with the land, the spirits and the animals of  this place, my journey spot. I lit white sage and allowed it to burn as I called in the hand maidens and drifted off into vision, whilst shaking my shaman stick.
Goll came straight away and I joined him at the council fire, then the Sasquatch came and sat down beside us. Once again we were tethered, I asked why he needed to keep hold of me. The answer I got was that,  I had called up his energy in the Forests of the Pacific NW, not once but several times. All the events over the last ten years had led me to work in that particular forest, to bless and reopen a portal in that wood, a doorway for magic but now my work with him was done but I had not released him from the medicine. He also said that once I set him free he may come and go in my journeys as he pleased but I must sever this bond first.
The Ravens cawed and called me back from my vision and I feel if something huge was standing beside me as I opened my eyes back in Middle earth. I understood that he had passed through the gateway into the Faerie woods in Glastonbury and was beside me right now. I stood and scanned the ground for the appropriate  longish, sturdy twig, then a crabapple stick appeared at my feet. I held it in my hands and snapped it  once and spoke.
"I sever the bond that holds my Brother" I snapped it again " I realease you from this medicine oath" I snapped it one last time. "I set you free my forest friend and thank for all the knowleged and magic you shared with me."
I heard a deep voice speak in my head " Until we meet again"
Then his energy was gone and I made my way back to the town.
The picture above is the Ghost tree in the Washinton State, Pacific NW close to where I first encountered the Sasquatch

Since the time I first came to Avalon, four sacred trees have  died, been culled or deliberately hacked down. The first of these was the Holy Thorn tree on Wearyall Hill, this was about five years ago and made the International news pages. But there are other  Ents that weald equally as much magic as the fore mentioned
 tree. The Faerie doorway tree that sat at one entrance to the Faerie wood below the Tor. This was an old apple tree that had been struck by lightning and split in two. The two halves creating an entrance to the magical realm and prayers and offerings had to be made to enter. This gateway was closed in a bad storm about three years ago.
The third tree was a Hawthorne tree that stood Guardian over the spot at the base of Bridie;s Mound where the Holy Grail was found, this Ent fell a couple of weeks ago forming a barrier across that sacred pathway. The latest of the honoured trees to go came about this morning as I visited the Egg-stone. At the entrance to the seat of the Faerie High-King was an ancient Elder, the grandmother of trees. A tree where thousands of pilgrims had left prayers and wishes and hundreds of ribbons tied to its branches. Today I came across this fallen Sister hanging over the edge of the Tor, with nothing more than a bramble bush supporting its weight.
It hard to see them go and fall, but we each have our time and make way for the next generation. One doorway closes another opens. We cannot control what nature has planned and we are naive to think we can. But we can miss their energy and healing gifts, bless you tree beings all

Working with the Summerlands

              Its been a while since my last blog, I have been out on the land doing medicine and opening up and activating new portals or old ones that had been forgotten. The doorways of the Summer lands open and close at the will of the Gods, since I first set foot in Avalon I know of at least three holy places that are no longer open or active. They are just resting until their time comes again.


                                                             


As I have mentioned in my last blog, there are three new places where I must work, Crook's Peak, Brent Knoll and Weston Wood's. My work at these places as actually fried up something in me personally and I feel like a new man, stronger, wiser and more connected than ever before. Each on of these places has a particular rune left by myself and now as I pass each place I see that rune glowing in the sky above the location.
What is strange is that the vibration change has opened up other gateways at other sites and they are all located within a certain area, which I now believe is my home territory, the lands where spirit has guided me to work, with the lands and those who dwell upon them, the two-legged, the four-legged, the winged and the plant and rock beings. Yes I know this is sounding really out there, but stay tuned to see how it play out. Odin guides me, he watches over me and is pleased with these latest developments.

Crook's Peak it an large dominant hill in the Mendip range and sits majestically along side the M5 motorway between Burnham-on Sea and Weston -Super-Mare about twenty miles from Glastonbury. The first time I saw it it filled me with dread and I now have to pass it twice a
day on my way to and from work. Yesterday me and Julie climbed it, as it has been coming up in my visions. This place is one of the three locations that are important to my shamanic work in this area.
It was a mission of a walk not only on the way up but also on the way back down as we got lost in the gorse bushes and had to forge our way through unforgiving undergrowth. Once on the top the energy was nothing like I expected, even though the wind was wild up there, I had a real urge to spend the night and just be with the land. I gave offerings and left the rune Sowelo, to call the joy and warmth of the sun to shine on this place. I sung the Galdr of the same rune and allowed my voice to carry right across the valley to the distant Brent Knoll, my next place of activation.
Today when I drove past on my way to work Crook's Peak seemed like a familiar friend.

The last time I walked on the Tor, was early Sunday morning and i followed my spirit walk the old way. It was a glorious Spring morning. I saw not only a cornucopia of birds, newly born lambs but a couple of deer grazing in the mists. I made my way up the back  route and  Hugwynn heralded my coming by escorting me most of the way.
The crow guardian of Avalon always sets down a couple of feet  away, waiting for me to hand out his new favourite, raisin loaf . He then flies off to scoff his prize before he returned for the next course, that was until I reached the Egg Stone.
I stood at the gateway and awaited permission to enter. The sighting of three rabbits sitting in the morning Sun was a sign the doorway was open but the crow would not follow, which was very strange. I scattered my offerings in every directions, blessing the Gods, ancestors and the Land Wights of Avalon and although there was now a bounty of Current loaf all over the hillside the Crow would not come close.
Just as I had just about finished with my prayers, I noticed some rubbish laying littering the area below me. I climbed down picked up the trash which seemed to be the remains of burnt pages of some prayer book, I glanced up. Underneath the Hawthorne trees that mark the entrance to Svartalfheim, were two patches of fresh blood trickling down the bank.
Blood magic! I said to myself and headed back up to investigate further, knowing that whatever energy had been called upon Hugwynn did not like and was the reason he had kept clear. I had gone no further than maybe two paces when the voices of the Light Elves were heard clearly in my mind.
" Leave it! It is no longer your responsibility. Go about your other work and we will deal with this and thank you for bringing it to our attention."
I turned around and made my way down to the Faerie wood and for the first time ever Hugwynn followed me into the trees and sat beside me as i closed my eyes and went off into vision. He was still there once I had returned and a beautiful ray of sunlight illuminated the whole area where we sat. I gave nearly all the rest of the raisin bread just saving a tiny bit for the Robin's at the very entrance to the Tor.
My message was clear, now is not the time to stick your nose into or be in places that don't concern you. a time to step into the lih\ght perform the tasks you are given. Blessings to you Jeremy

OK its the day after St Patrick's day, I was late this morning rushing to get out the flat I put my tea in a glass so I could drink it in the car ( Not really late for work, but I want to get a good walk on the Tor in before the day begins) As I reversed out the road, wallop! over goes the glass and the bloody hot tea. NOTE TO MYSELF "Get one of those sealable metal coffee mugs"
Get to Glasto, park the car up in Morrison's carpark and head out on my walk.
I was thinking about all the troll's on the internet putting down stuff about you not a true pagan if you celebrate Paddy's day but that is not what it is about. It is about the celebration of  your Irish heritage, not St Patrick, he's just a Catholic icon that highjacked the festival. Just like St David in Wales and Andrew in Scotland and worst of all St George in England. It would make much more sense if you just called it Irish Day and went off to get drunk. Anyway I was keeping my eyes peeled for litter As usual, if I see it I gotta go pick it up, and I am half way up the Tor when I glance to my left and there is a crisp bag down below, a long way down below. My word is my bond, so over I go, scambling down the grassy bank To pick up the trash.
Just as I get to the crisp packet I see something silver in the grass. Guess what I picked up?
A sealable metal coffee mug, just laying there in the grass. OK it wasn't new it still contained some really manky coffee but spirit did provide.
I finished my walk, then washed the cup in the springs, cleansing it in more than one way, ready to quench my thirst as I go about my wombling work in the days to come.

Well that definitely was the Winter of discontent, the sun is beginning to shine on the land and back on me. Things seem to be falling in my favor and slotting into place. What's even better is I am getting the hang of twitter ( I think). Glastonbury has come back to life, the Faerie ball was last weekend and the town was packed. And today is St Patrick's day, the most liked Englishman ever.
Ju and myself have just got back from Brighton where we strolled along the lanes checking out the quirky stuff on offer, that is different quirky stuff to that which is available in Glasto, walking down old Dickensian passage ways and browsing the cornucopia of shops. Then in the evening my daughter took us to a swing night in a pub and we danced to 1940's swing music. Hey I still got it, even if it was only for ten minutes until I was completely knackered but for those short ten minutes I was cool.
So I have had a break and allowed myself to retreat into muggledom just for a moment. Now returned and refreshed I am ready to dive back through the veil of Avalon once more. Stay tuned

Yesterday was the first time I did any real medicine in Weston-Super -mare. We went up to Weston Woods where the old roman fort used to be. The wind was howling and it was bitter cold but eventually we found a safe and quiet spot to start our ceremony. The purpose of this venture was to announce myself to the land spirits, that I was there to help, clear and heal if I could.
I left offerings of nuts and chocolate, called in the quarters and burned the sacred mugwort in a ceremonial dish made incorperating my Mother's ashes.
Twice I was charge challenged by a angry energy but I stuck with it, giving prayers and peaceful thoughts. Finally an image appeared before me, a dark haired woman in green, she even glowed green. She told me her name was something like Igrona/ Agrona, I wasn't quite sure but her message was simple.
"Who are you? What are you here for and what gives you the right?"
I spoke back in prayer saying that althought I am a stranger to these lands, this is my home now and that I wished to come here in times ahead to connect with the land wights and say prayers. That I would prove myself to her not in my words but in my actions.
She replied "We'll see" then dissappeared and I closed the ceremony.
I left runes as offerings that I had picked at random before... EOH and BIRKANA, this indicated a goddess and a place of focus or an archer. All the way down Ju and me picked up rubbish and crap making sure that this time and everytime after, when I come here the wood will be a better place when I leave.
By the time we had reached the bottom of the hill the plactic bag was stacked full. We should for a moment to enjoy the glorious sunset. I spat on the ground to leave my energy there and we left.
Today I checked out the name I received from the woman

Agrona. Agrona (slaughtering).British. A warrior Goddess, seemingly a ... the deity invoked by the Iceni warrior-queen Boudicca in her rebellion against Rome. Laying out my things for ceremony  Preparing the Mugwort in my scared dish My drum layed on the ground as I sung my prayers  Calling on the the Plant beings to sanctify this space  Honouring the spirits of the land  The beautiful sunset over the Bristol channel, looking across to Wales. Below our first bag of rubbish collected from Weston Woods

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