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.