Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

I have not been out recently. Circumstances. Laziness. Work. Combinations of all three. This has led me to run out of posts for the first time in a long time. Trawling back through some of the drafts which I haven’t worked on yet I found one about a visualization which occurred during a session of Shamanic Lands this year. I will describe the vision, and then I’m open to interpretations as to what it could portend. I can remember whose session it was that triggered this vision – it was Sandra Corcoran talking about meeting the dream animals. I remember the imagery because it seemed very relevant at the time. We were asked to go into the Underworld, where we would meet an archetypal animal spirit guide. Well, it doesn’t take me long these...

Dreaming of the past

For someone who doesn’t believe in spirits or at least has a “not sure” attitude to them, I seem to be communing with those that have departed quite frequently. I know, it’s a bit oxymoron(ic) but there you have it. The erstwhile spirit I refer to is my mum, who passed away some 6 years ago. I confess though I do have a desire to commune with her because I am currently engaged in a quest to – how can I put it – connect with an ancestral line? I think it is more complicated than that. Isn’t it always? Anyway, I am delving deep into a heritage that has been passed on verbally only so no hunting in written records for me. The best I have got so far is that my ancestral line were nomadic in nature, over the period of 1700 to...

Can you speak with the dead?

Can you speak with the dead?

I am in a quandary of sorts. In a previous post I told of the revelations and revolution of thought surrounding my ancestry. Now here is the thing. Back where my folks are from ancestry is recorded orally, in the minds of living people, passed on from generation to generation. My mum would have been a great source of such knowledge as she was one of them types who could tell you about relations and the ships between them to the nth degree. Alas she passed from this earth some years ago, which leads me to my quandary. Having returned from the above trip I was eager to learn about my ancestry, but not recent ancestry, I’m talking going back a few hundred, if not thousands of years. I tried a few relatives and got exactly no where! However my sister said...

Power Object…Dream Catcher

Power Object…Dream Catcher

I was at the rather fabulous Om Yoga event the other week ostensibly as a Hug Ambassador but also to take in the energy and atmosphere of the place. It was definitely something you want to go to should the event be happening near you. Whilst I was there I wondered whether there was anything worthy of my particular attention. Finding a quiet spot was difficult but I managed it and there I tuned out the mundane and tuned in the sacred. I wandered aimlessly or indeed aim-fully through the many stands until I came to one that was selling esotoria. Crystals, incense, books and other new (and old) age paraphernalia. I scanned the items for sale and my eye was caught by a Dream Catcher. Now, I have bought these items for friends on many occasions but have never...