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.