I set out on my usual Friday walk of the Tor, up to the very top, say my prayer, feed the ravens and head back down the back way, picking up rubbish as I go. This day though when I was scattering my offerings two dogs chased the Ravens away and gobbled up the stale fruit bread spread about me. I turned to pick up my bag of garbage and that too had been knocked over. So I followed the trail of litter down the side of the Tor.
The Gods had led me to the Orchard of Avalon. I picked up the last pieces of paper and opened the wooden gate to go inside. The air was sweet, still and calm not like up above, blowing a howler. I sat down on a tree stump, looked up and saw two crows in the branches near by. Once again I offered my fruit bread but this time just dropped it near my feet. The birds showed no fear or anxiety just gently flew down and pecked at the offerings around my feet.
I stared out across the orchard between the apple trees, now showing the first tiny blossoms of Spring. I squinted my eyes as so to see between the Worlds and there they were "The Hand maidens of Avalon" Three Blonde, three brunette and three with red hair, dressed in flowing white gowns. They danced and swayed their path between the trees, each turning and smiling at me in turn, as the went about their magical work. I just sat there feeling HEALED, HAPPY and HOME

Cast the runes in my shamanic clinic last night, to see how I would honour a fallen friend in spirit and they showed me that I had to escort his body from Midgard to Vanaheim. So this morning, at first light I set off up to Bushy combe Farm, where the Hurn tree is. I left offerings hanging on the branches and I kept my appointment with the spirits in vision. I got to experience a holy moment and received some enlightening teachings, unfortunately of which I cannot share with you.
Afterwards I continued on my vision path around the Tor stopping off at my sacred places, offering prayers and saying hello to old friends. As I travelled I picked up the fresh rubbish left behind by the trusty tourists. As I ventured around by the egg-stone I bent down to grab a milky bar wrapper and my Morrison's carrier bag fell open and dropped all the stuff collected so far. This happening to be one of the windiest mornings I have had on the Tor to date, the trash escaped everywhere, so I spend the next twenty odd minutes rounding it all up and stuffing it back in the bag, rushing this way and that and stamping down of the really rebellious pieces before the next gust of wind set them free again on another adventure.
Yesterday I had  this epiphany that I was actually grateful to the folks who drop there crap all over this
sacred hill, because they give me the task of picking it up and affirming my connection as a land guardian. obviously today the Gods were playing with me and let me enjoy myself far too much.
So Thanks again Litter Bugs, you make my day!!!!!

Couldn't sleep and woke up early this morning, so we put on some Shamanic throat singing to help us drift back off to sleep. I did pretty much sraight away and into the vision realm. I found myself dealing in secondhand guns back in the 1920's in the US, I had just bought this Winchester rifle for $300 from a woman/man who lived in a isolated cabin in the woods. Then I was with this like Indian scout and we were retuning back to see if the strange person in the woods has any more guns to sell.
We got out of the truck we were in and approached the house, the scout said you stay here and I will sort it out but the occupant of the cabin strode straight up to me and said
" How much did you get for my Winny?" meaning Winchester.
I said "$410"
This seemed to send them into a craze and try and kill me, which is when I realized  that "they" were really a witch demon. Suddenly from nowhere the three Mongolian singing shamans from the music track were with me and our chanting was so powerful and protective. The witch charged at me in a frenzy and stopped dead as they seemed to stab themselves on an obsidian blade in my hand but this later turned to a tusk, as looking back I had taken on the form of an elephant or mammoth, the shamanic singing had evoked an energy that had shapeshifted me. The witch turned to dust and dissapeared on the wind.
If anyone knows anything about elehant energy I would love to hear more. They are not of my modern culture, it did make me feel incredibly strong, the meaning of this vision is not yet clear but it did indicate that I became stronger ( invincible) when I worked with others.

Another day of wet and windy weather in Avalon but I still made my way up the Tor at early light. On the way up I asked spirit to bring some financial relief into my life. I have plenty of love and happiness just no bloody money. It could be worse, could be the other way around and that little dilemma is really hard to deal with. Anyway, I asked the Gods what offering or sacrifice they would need, that would satisfy. No answer came, so I milled over the good things in my life and gave thanks for every single joy, as I went about my task of picking up the crap dropped by the tourists and others.
When I got to the very top there were smashed bottles, I thought left by another group of drunks, but the bottles that lay scattered all over the place were " Sparkling Mineral Water" which seemed bloody odd, obviously health conscious vandals. I said my prayers and left crumpled Ryvitas for the ravens.  ( I am on a no fat or sugar thing at the moment to try and get rid of my Buddha belly) so the ravens and crows get to be on a health kick too.
I then proceeded to gather up all the broken grass, every tiny piece. Lastly I saw the final shard sticking out of the grass and bent down to grab it. I lost balance and the glass jabbed into the end of my finger and blood began to flow. A constant steady flow of drip, drip drip leaving spots of red dotted on the damp ground that spread out on contact with the water to look like flowers. It was then that I realized what my offering had to be "MY BLOOD".
So all they way back down I allowed my finger life to drip and feed the ground, an offering of myself for myself. Just like Odin on the tree he sacrificed himself to himself.
My message came and showed my that I was responsible for my own fate and to give thanks was sometimes not enough, to truly attain wisdom and abundance we have to go the extra mile.

From Odin wisdom, from Thor protection, from Freyja abundance, from Bragi the gift of communication. Many of my clients, when asked what they believe in? their reply is" Just a great white light (the collective consciousness)"
My reply is simple, That's brilliant, no pun intended, that great white light contains all the tools you will ever need to navigate your life, but when you reach in and pull out a hammer when you really need a saw, it's not much use. In my belief system each of my Gods has an area of expertise special to them. So if I need wise counsel I call on Odin, this I believe gives my prayers the right address, sending the intent and asking at the appropriate location.
Our ancestors has Gods and deities for everything and left offerings and held ceremonies according to who they felt could help. We have just passed through sabbat of Imbolc and are heading towards Ostara and this is a prime example. Nowadays we call this holy festival Easter and associate it with Christianity but funny enough it is based on the festival of the Saxon Goddess Ostara.  She would make her way though the forest, carrying her basket of eggs, as she passed by the flowers bloomed and life began again. Rabbits and Hares scurried about her feet (The Easter bunny had his first appearance.
I am a great believer in credit where credit is due, so this Ostara raise a horn to the Goddess and thank her for returning and bringing with her the abundance of Spring... Hail Ostara

 I have been going back over the Teutonic mythology, these are the Germanic stories that were told by our Saxon ancestors. Many of the same characters as the Norse mythology but with a slightly different slant on the stories. especially the stories surrounding the clan of the Elf Volund or Weyland. In the later sagas he is just seen as a smith and not much is mentioned of his family but in the Saxon stories, his daughter is Iddun, One of his son's is the Jotun, Thjasse Volund and his grandson is a hero call Svipdag who carries the sword of light, which was retrieved from Mimir's cave.
There are different reasons for why Thor's hammer has a short handle, why Idunn was in Asgard and the variation where Svipdag is Freyja's husband. This Saxon hero is called by another name in the Sagas, Skimir ( Which means schemer) and is the messenger of Frey to the Giantess Gerd.
I am and always will be Odin's man but within these Teutonic texts are some very interesting points which to me are more evidence that Odin and the Asir were real men and women who actually existed. My task is to make sure the stories of our ancestors are not forgotten and that means all of them not just Norse and Celtic but Saxon too. If you to are interested in understanding more about the origins of our people please take the time to read   Teutonic Myth and Legend by Donald A Mackenzie or better still listen into my online radio blog "The voice of Odin" if you tune in live we can discuss the different points.

Glastonbury is completely still, hardly any visitors, it is all just waiting to spring into life, but not yet. Today I saw the first blossoms in town, maybe not the first, but the first I have seen. This has been a tough winter, all about letting go of old ways and making way for the person you are meant to be. That could be a drastic change but the Caterpillar must accept the confinement of the cocoon before it can spread its wings for the first time. It may not even like being a butterfly but it can never go back, it just has to come to terms with the world it lives in now. To just embrace the beauty and challenges ahead and give thanks for the lesson it learnt as a ground dweller, to carry that knowledge forward as it soars higher and higher and sees the world from a different perspective.
The spiritual changes that have occurred for me over the last few months have seen me traumatically evolve, for the better, and to accept new gifts, tools and teachings handed to me by spirit. This Spring be will spent incorporating these different kennings into the wisdom I share with others.
Although I now sit at a different council fire, I am still Odin's man. All that is new is not necessarily good and all that is old, is not  past its sell by date. The visions and journeys I have been on lately are not to be shared but when they are , I will be happy to speak of them.
The lady who has come into my life has shown me a different level of kindness. She is born and bred of the Summer lands and has been guiding me to her magical places, Sites that I would have never found on my own. I am honoured to be allowed these sacred groves and feel the voice of spirit communicate with me. Her energy heals me and makes me feel truly HOME, in turn the runic magic is calling to her. Together we will forge a new life, simple honest and true.