Earrach 44 - Imbolc 2006 - Vol.4 No. 2
as pale green lunar moths
Land overnight on the naked birches
And comes the warm Spring light
They will unfurl their sticky, verdant wings
And shed Winter's dark shell
Author Unknown ~~
FROM THE ARCH-DRUID
by Ceridwen Seren-Ddaear
Wheel turns again, and we find ourselves at the midpoint between the Winter
Solstice and the Spring Equinox - the cross-quarter holiday of Imbolc.
For those of us in the Northern hemisphere, it is the deepest part of
Winter, yet from deep within we feel the stirrings of new life beginning
to awaken in the Earth - and because we live within the Earth's aura,
these stirrings are reflected in ourselves as well. This building, renewing
energy can manifest in a multitude of ways, which brings me to this Season's
Within this issue of the newsletter, you will find many different expressions
of Awen: The channelings of the Goddess Brighid and the Stones by Druid
Artic, the channeling of a Tarot story by myself, an introduction to the
channeled healing energy of Reiki, the continuation of the myth of one
of our Druish Gods (with an introduction to a new Druish Goddess), and
the generous offerings of some magnificent poetry and art by some very
always considered this particular holiday a prime time for initiations
of all kinds - and for inspiration in general. It seems easier to turn
inward at this time, seeking a deeper connection with the Goddess in her
Crone aspect, and witnessing the transition as she prepares to pass the
Cauldron of Power over to the Maid...
it's cold outside, what could be better than curling up in our favourite
cozy chair in front of a roaring fire in the hearth, journal in hand,
staring into the flames and waiting for...AWEN...
O'Ceallaigh - http://www.angelfire.com/realm2/cernonnos2/
- Image used with permission
- A Personal View
© 2006 by Ceridwen Seren-Ddaear, A.D.
Awen I sing,
From the deep I bring it,
A river while it flows,
I know its extent;
I know when it disappears;
I know when it fills;
I know when it overflows;
I know when it shrinks;
I know what base
There is beneath the sea.
~~ Taliesin ~~
For me, the very word itself has a certain cosmic “ring” to
it – conjuring up in my mind’s eye visions of ancient groves
of trees with moonlight streaming through them, or standing stones on
a hilltop, or stately Druids celebrating the magick and sovereignty of
Earth, Sea and Sky…
There is a wealth of information about Awen on the Internet and in many,
many books on the subject – and yes, they all describe what it “technically”
is, where the word comes from grammatically, etc., but I feel there is
so much more to this wondrous phenomenon…
Let’s start off with some examples of what is out on the web regarding
this subject (sources for these are at end of article):
“To discover what Awen is, we should first look at what the word
means. The feminine noun, Awen, has been variously translated as 'inspiration',
'muse', 'genius', or even 'poetic frenzy'. The word itself is formed by
combining the two words, aw, meaning 'a fluid, a flowing', and en, meaning
'a living principle,
a being, a spirit, essential'. So Awen may be rendered literally as 'a
fluid essence', or 'flowing spirit'…”*
“The word “awen” means “inspiration” in
Middle Welsh, and in Mesopagan Druidism it represents the primal sound
and light caused by “the” Supreme Being pronouncing “His”
name to create the universe. Mesopagan Druids have a great deal of metaphysical
theory based on this and related triplicities — most of it coming
from the early Unitarian preacher and prolific forger of ancient manuscripts,
Iolo Morganwg (who pretty much created Mesopagan Druidry to begin with)…The
word “awen” is used by some modern Druids as a Celtic equivalent
to the Sanskrit word “aum,” intoning it when doing trancework,
thusly: “aah-ooo-enn...” “**
“The Awen is a not genuine symbol of Druidry, but associated with
several modern groups. Awen in the Celtic language means means "inspiration,"
or "essence," and refers to spiritual illumination. The three
parts of the Awen symbol represent the harmony of opposites- the left
and right rays symbolizing female and male energy; the center bar their
“Repeatedly referred to in the bardic writings is lore relative
to the origins of its alphabet, its relationship to trees and the secret
name of God…Writing was invented by Einigid the giant, son of Alser,
for the purpose of recording praiseworthy deeds. They were first carved
on wooden staves called coel bren. The first three letters were obtained
by Menw the Aged, who observed light falling in three rays…This
is the sign known as Awen, which is said to be the name by which the universe
calls God inwardly. The Awen is said to represent the letters OIU, from
which all the others are obtained. The O relates to the perfect circle
of Gwynvyd, to the mortal world, Abred, and the U to the cauldron of Annwn.
They relate to earth, sea and air; body, mind and spirit; and love, wisdom
and truth. The word Awen also means not only this combination of letters
but inspiration and soul as well…”****
From these examples, we can get a pretty fair idea of what constitutes
Awen, but as I read these, the following
questions come to mind:
What does Awen feel like?
Is it related to the imagination?
How does one know when one is having an Awen experience?
Is it primarily a random, spontaneous thing?
Or can it be “channeled” by conscious intent?
Is it reserved mainly for poets, writers, artists, teachers, magicians,
Or can anyone access this mysterious power?
After meditating on the above questions, I will share some of my own opinions,
conclusions and experiences with Awen…
For me, Awen is the source of creativity. There is no limit to the number
of ways it can manifest in our lives:
It can come to us dramatically and radically – as in the Tower card
of the Tarot, which shows the lightning bolt of awakening striking the
self-imposed prison of our fears, doubts and insecurities – freeing
us from our own limitations and blasting our outworn beliefs – blinders
coming off – opening us to a fresh and expanded perspective –
just as the figures falling from the Tower eventually land in the garden
of The Star (the next card in the Tarot sequence)…
Or it can come to us as gently as a wisp of Aeolus – the wind that
whispers in our ear when we are quiet enough to hear it…
Or it can come to us as amusingly as two kittens playing at our feet…
It can also come to us when we are in meditation or a magickal working
as a sense of euphoric connection with the All That Is – that moment
when we get a glimpse of “the larger picture” of reality –
that part of us that “knows” what our role is in this life,
and “knows” our place in the Universe and our inherent divinity…
It can come while we are driving our car, riding in a bus, daydreaming
at work, doing the dishes, or doing any other mundane task that becomes
“automatic” – freeing our minds to wander and leaving
an opening for Awen to sneak through like grass through a crack in the
Most often for me it comes when I am out in Nature – walking in
the woods, dangling my feet in a stream, sitting on the rocky shores of
the sea, riding a horse, or tending my garden…
Sometimes it flows like a raging river rapids, and sometimes it trickles
like rain off the roof…
Generally when it happens to me, my first response is: “Whoa, where
did THAT come from?” But then I try to stay in the moment and fully
imbibe the experience, like sipping a fine wine – getting the most
out of it – and then afterwards, I always send a “thank you”
to the Universe for the inspiration. I find that when one shows gratitude
for this wondrous blessing – for that is what it is to me –
then the Universe “responds” by sending even more Awen!
When we “channel” this mysterious force, we often feel compelled
to manifest it in some physical form, such as writing a book or poem,
or trying to capture it in a work of art, or in a piece of music –
with the same urgency that we feel when we try to remember a significant
dream and want to record all the details before it fades away…
Once we are touched by Awen – and I believe anyone can be touched
by it – it seems that we are never quite the same. A profound change
takes place deep inside our soul – a new awareness that inspires
us so much that we cannot even conceive of returning to the pre-Awen state!
Instead, like one who tastes the Ambrosia of the Gods, we seem to want
to taste it again and again – and to inspire others to find their
own way to taste it as well…
* * * * * * *
Sources and Credits:
*From: Awen - The Holy Spirit of Druidry by Greywolf
of the British Druid Order
Symbols of Druid Identity by Isaac Bonewits
Altreligion – Druid Symbols
The Awen by Katinka the Broc'h
Delyth - http://www.kelticdesigns.com/
- Image used with permission
candle’s lit on this dark night
As all the world does sleep.
Our prayer is one of hope for light
That this darkness doesn’t keep.
cold of Winter has been hard
Sunny days seem far away.
The starlight of this night will guard
The secrets of this day.
celebrate in Circle round
And urge the flame to rise.
Together its hope we all have found
As the Sun returns to the skies.
night is calm, the air is chill
As we join in sacred rites
The hope of Spring we now instill
On this holy Imbolc night.
Blessed Be, and Merry Meet
And may we meet again.
I cannot think of a way to beat
A Sabbat spent with friends.
Author Unknown ~~
Writings From OMS Members
following writings by Artic and Ceridwen were generously submitted to
us for the
purpose of sharing their talents and inspirations with the readers of
of Goddess Brighid - Jan. 23, 2006
by Druid Artic Wolf
As I ponder what to
submit to our lovely newsletter I was in a state of dismay because I know
that everyone is working hard at his or her poetry, yet I wanted something
different. Today as I stared at the Celtic Mandela Calendar I let my mind
soften and followed the Celtic knotwork on that beautiful artwork and
a thought occurred to me… I had the hit to start channeling 2 days
ago, alas who shall I channel? Well today it hit me, my first goddess
to channel should be Brighid. I did a small channeling a few months ago
from Lemuria and it was well received. So… without further adieu
I give you the gift this Imbolg season, a channeling of Goddess Brighid.
My dear children of
the Tuatha, 'tis I Goddess Brighid, who comes before you today to announce
to the world that I am truly alive in spirit and in the hearts of men,
women and children and of the land.
I think it is wonderful how
you honor me at Oimealg every year, it and brings a glow to my rose cheeks
and sets flame within my heart.
A message for all
you for this year especially during this turn of the wheel as many of
you call it, brings inspiration. Inspiration from the heart. Please go
deep inside your heart to find your messages of life. Go deep inside your
heart and bring about love and truth, go deep inside your heart to write
your fiction/non fiction stories and poetry. Go deeper yet and you will
find yourself there loving and praying from your center. You will find
dear ones that the truth of your life is instilled deep inside your soul,
which is connected to your heart.
I ask you to show mercy to
those how cannot appreciate their own life, give love to those who feel
abandoned. Offer hope to those who feel lost, shower all with blessings
and love to all you meet. Feed those who cannot feed themselves, and shelter
those who have no shelter at all.
Today I give you a gift, a
Gift of Inspiration.
your eyes and count to 10 backwards, while spiraling downwards. By the
time you reach 1 you will be in an area that is pitch black, yet there
is life. To the east your feel and find a torch, as you light it from
the snap of your fingers you light the eternal flame that sits within
the center of this space. As the flame ignites, the room brightens and
you look around you see a green glow surrounding you. Here in this room
is the light of inspiration that shines from your heart into your soul.
As you look to the west, there is tunnel that bends and curves downwards.
Taking the torch in your hands you hold it to the eternal flame once more
to re-ignite the flame. Then with torch in hand follow this down and you
shall be in another room. This room is fully kindled just the flame burns
low. Take the torch and touch the low burning flame, see how the flame
is suddenly rekindled and bright! Put the torch in the flame for you no
longer need it. As you stare into the flame you realize this is the flame
of your soul. This is where you come to ignite those passions that you
have so forgotten about.
Place you hands in
the eternal flame and receive your message of inspiration, whether you
are bard, a
healer or a crafter. Let this flame reach deep inside the palms of your
hands and flow throughout your entire body filling up the entire void
that lies stagnant. Stare into the flame and trace yourself back to a
life where you once used your skill for the good of self and the tribe
and see how it will come forth in this life so it may be beneficial for
the clan and tribes of today as well as for yourself
This flame will also entice
you to bring back memories of lives of where you were a bardic writer
and how you bring forth those qualities once more. This flame will entice
you back to the times of when you were a bardic musician and help bring
those qualities back into this time as well. As you touch the flame with
your hands feelings of inspiration arrive to those who craft with their
hands. Hands are ignited with the power of smithing by my power to your
hands. For those in the healing profession breath in the flames of inspiration
and let this be entwined with your soul in order to bring about healing
After you receive your messages
and your gifts, the flame dwindles down smaller however it doesn’t
lose its bright glow; you know it is time to leave. Give your gift of
thanks and walk back up the tunnel to the first kindled fire. Give a gift
of thanks to this fire as well and keep your most precious gift here in
this room. You know have the means to come back and retrieve it willingly
at your leisure and knowingly it will be used for the good of all.
As you return to this physical
world once more breathe in that message of inspiration deep into your
lungs fill it up full and release with slow breath.
Dear ones thank you so much
for all your hard work during the years, and know that I am forever in
your hearts. Know that all your work is not in vain for surely it will
bring a change for the good in times to come.
Céad míle beannachta.
One hundred thousand blessings.
and Alban Eiler
of the Stones
By Druid Artic Wolf
are the stones that lie in the hills, the valleys, and the waters. WE
are your allies. WE come to you in peace and We are here today to chat
with you. We sincerely believe we add great power to your workings by
adhering to our codes. WE store the necessary information that you gather
and place within us as we too gather information and store within our
cell memories. This Alban Eiler season is a special one because this is
the year that stones are making a comeback in the Druid anthology.
Stonehenge was alive and bursting with flavor we too were alive since
We are all connected. When Stonehenge was put to rest, We too were put
to rest. However this year marks a major change within the stone culture.
We are beaming with life again and We desire and need the touch of human’s
mind to connect deeply with ours. We wish to present to you humans our
knowledge of past connections and information. And today We offer you
stones have bits of information so in order to get the whole picture several
stones must be spoken too. Not every stone contains all the necessary
data to make the whole picture so to speak. Each one of us has our special
coding. Some of us heal, some of us record, some of us speak, some of
us research some of us even stay placed quietly, unnoticed and just simply
observe the species surrounding us in our environment.
present to you today some bits of advice. First and foremost be gentle
with us an certainly be patient, our knowledge lies deep with in and for
us to bring it to surface it takes a few moments. Do not strive to obtain
all knowledge in one day, its virtually impossible. Do speak words of
kindness to us when inquiring information. With this in mind lets proceed
to what the other stones have to say.
WE are the giants that dance in the winds of the time. We have survived
many centuries of humans and earth evolvement. Contained within our stone
structures are the memories of the Celtic race, their glories, their battles,
their ceremonies and their fates. Also within our structure is the knowledge
of the ancient druids that celebrated their seasons within our walls.
Using your minds eye, reach out to the center of our being. From there
one of us will reach out to you and feed you what you need to know about
the timeline and their techniques. There will be stories, pictures, words,
and symbols, it is up to you to distinguish the information and retrieve
it properly. WE wish the earth human species to receive this knowledge
at this time for it is their quest and thirst that drives them to succeed.
You may make as many trips as you wish, as there is no limit however you
will never receive the same information twice.
from Crystals and the Gemstones: We
are the healers of this planet, some of us are prized for our beauty and
are stamped with a high price of monetary funds others are acquired for
their healing properties, but under no condition are any of us less than
the other. For we all share our own identity. True we are not as popular
as the standing giants however we are still a very much human interest.
Today we wish to bring you new knowledge to share. Go with your mind’s
eye to the center of our being there you will find a inner crystal well,
dive deep into that well, knowing that our rough edges will never hurt
you. As you reach the core of our being you will see us glowing abundantly,
chatting away, evening singing. Listen with your inner ear and you will
hear the ancient knowledge being presented to you. Absorb this through
your own core and let it mingle and let it delve deep into your cellular
structure. Bring this up to your heart and treasure it always.
from the Sedona Stones:
We are the Red Rocks that stand in the hot desert sun. WE too have seen
ancient civilizations come and go and all their ceremonies, lives, and
energy are stored with in us. Humans say we are a vortex when actually
we are merely a catalyst for the energy to continue to exist. Here within
us lie the ancient truths of civilizations of the various galaxies that
have visited us; it is from them that we have gained our power. Come!
Closer! Come with in our walls, and see the symbology left behind! Decipher
the meanings that the first beings on earth left behind. See how they
relate to your present life.
from the lesser stones:
WE are the lesser stones that are usually forgotten about, we are the
river stones, the standing granite, the garden stones and the pebble on
the side of road. We too have a purpose on this earth and we too contain
knowledge from eons ago. Today, We would like to share this with you.
And make it known that WE are a vital source of information, if you only
ask. Look around you We are everywhere! Perhaps it may not be the arcane
knowledge of the Druid-hood but of ancient civilizations of your area.
WE are here and WE desire to work with you, if you only give us a chance.
Reach, reach out, harder! Make contact, talk to us! We will share with
you what we know.
ends the transmission of us stones. From this day forward each of you
will becoming in your own power while receiving the vital information
necessary to enhance the next stage of your growth.
next offering is a work in progress - started in 1976 and sporadically
added to over the last 30 years...
Awen inspired me to narrate a story that would appeal to young people
(and/or any beginners in the study of the 22 paths) of the Fool's journey
through the Major Arcana, relatively in the "traditional" sequence.
The images in the story were inspired by the Paul
Foster Case Tarot Deck from the Builders
of the Adytum Mystery School. They came with the designs already outlined
in black and white, and I painted them with watercolors - following the
explicit instructions from the lessons)...some of them are a bit aged
and sun-faded, but not too bad, considering that they are made of 30-year-old
by Ceridwen Seren-Ddaear, A.D.
Fool smiles. A lofty goal he has in mind, symbolized by the far-off
mountain peakat which he stares. “I have everything I will
need for this journey,” he says to himself, referring to
the small red satchel he carries, which contains his accumulated
wisdom and experience. “I am well-prepared.” Tugging
at the hem of his tunic, his little dog accompanies him to the
edge of a precipice, over-looking a great abyss. Pausing, the
Fool takes a deep breath, smells the white rose he carries, hugs
his pup good-bye – then, with eyes fixed on his distant
goal, he steps off the edge of the precipice, into the empty air...
next awareness of himself comes shortly after his “leap
of faith.” He is on a dirt road lined with stately elm trees.
Whistling merrily, he walks along, smelling the fresh country
air and buoyed by a sense of adventure. Eventually he encounters
a young man standing beside a table, his right arm raised, his
right hand holding a wand, his left hand pointing downward toward
a garden of lilies and roses. His eyes are closed and he seems
to be in deep concentration. The Fool waits patiently until the
young man becomes aware of his presence and opens his eyes –
and what compelling eyes they are – gazing at him (or into
him) with unfathomable wisdom and love.
me, kind sir, but I am new in this land and on a very important
quest. I am seeking guidance as to how to begin my journey. Might
I ask your name?”
young man looks long at the Fool before replying, “I am
called the Magician in these parts, and I do perform some small
service to the community with my arts. Working with the four elements,
as you can see by the implements on the table, I teach concentration,
focus, and the law of infinity. Who is it that I am addressing?”
Fool, who had been listening to the Magician in undisguised awe,
hastily responds, “I am the Young Innocent, the Quester
of the Soul. I seek to master the limitations of this world, while
at the same time learning of the beauty, the wisdom and the truth
about the Sacred Marriage.”
enigmatically, the Magician remarks, “Well, you’ve
certainly come to the right place for that and more! Here is a
gift to start you on your way.” He hands the Fool a small
pentacle. “The points represent the four elements plus spirit
– use it to keep you focused and grounded as you pass through
the Fool bows deeply in respect and gratitude, the Magician closes
his eyes and resumes his concentration...
placing the pentacle in his pouch, the Fool continues on his way.
The land begins to change as the road becomes an uphill grade. The
trees thin and sculptured gardens come into view - in the center
of which is a small temple. Something about the way the light refracts
off the walls and the aura of serenity surrounding the place beckons
to the weary traveler. Intrigued, he approaches the structure. The
pillars, one black and one white, are silhouetted against the sunset
sky; hanging between them is a veil with a most curious design printed
upon it – pomegranates and palms – but what really captures
the attention of the Fool is the ornately-dressed woman seated in
front of the veil on a large stone cube. Her attire resembles that
of a High Priestess: the crown of silver on her head, showing the
full moon and its waxing and waning crescents; her long blue gown
with bits of white mixed in – it looks like moving water as
it trails away from her feet; he can’t see where it ends.
She holds in her lap a parchment scroll, which she is reading. A
great calm surrounds her - in the fading light she appears almost
the Fool slowly approaches her. She looks up from her reading and
a smile forms on her lips. Her eyes are the colour of the sea at
twilight, and as he gazes into them, he feels himself relaxing and
beginning to fall into a trance...
tears his gaze away and bows deeply. “Greetings, my lady,”
he says, almost whispering. “What a peaceful place this is!”
doesn’t speak - just nods her head in reply. Motioning for
him to approach, she hands him the scroll. As he opens his mouth
to inquire why, she puts her finger to her lips, indicating that
he should look at it in silence. Resignedly, he begins to read the
ornate script and suffers a bit of a shock – it’s about
his life since he arrived in the physical realm! He sees it happening
all over again in his mind’s eye. When his awareness returns
to the present, he finds her looking at him again with those ocean
eyes filled with compassion. Suddenly, he knows what she represents:
memory, the subconscious, serenity, silence. Deeply moved, he gives
her a parting smile and, since it is quite dark by now, goes off
to find a sheltering tree, under which he falls into a deep, dreamless
Fool is awakened by bright sunlight and birdsong. Stretching lazily,
he watches for a moment as the pretty little creatures do their
aerial dance. Upon rising and looking around, he sees a river that
he hadn’t noticed before – it seems to originate from
the direction of the temple he left the night before. Ever curious,
he follows the flowing water to see where it might take him. The
vegetation becomes more prolific and varied, and occasionally he
stops to pick some berries to eat along the way. The once peaceful
river is flowing more and more quickly, becoming a churning rapids.
He continues along it until the land gives way and the water pours
off the edge, becoming a powerful waterfall!
down to where it resumes its rivercourse, he is struck by the incredible
vista before him – it is lush with all types of vegetation,
but particularly a golden field of ripening grain – and right
in the middle of this colourful scene sits a woman, dressed in green.
this clearly requires investigating,” he thinks to himself.
Weaving between some cypress trees that are swaying softly in the
morning breeze, he climbs down to get a closer look. After some
precarious footing he eventually makes it onto level ground. The
fragrance of a multitude of wildflowers encompasses him; breathing
deeply, he tries to identify the various types…
he follows the river as it meanders through the lush growth, leading
him ever closer to the mysterious lady. She seems to glow in the
morning light – especially just above her head, where he counts
twelve stars above the crown she wears. He almost needs to shade
his eyes – so bright is she to look upon! The green of her
gown is the vibrant shade of the first leaves of Spring; the bronze
heart-shaped shield she carries under her right arm reflects like
a mirror; her face has the glow of one who is pregnant, new life
stirring within her. In her left hand she holds a small sphere.
he approaches, she gives him a joyful greeting. “Welcome to
my garden, young traveler! What a fine thing it is to have company
on this beautiful morning!” He is slightly surprised at her
exuberance, particularly after the quietness and non-verbal nature
of his interaction with the High Priestess.
recovering his composure, he gives her a friendly bow and returns
her greeting. He notices that her eyes are the same bright green
as her gown, and there is a mischievous twinkle in them. He is overcome
by a sudden compulsion to laugh! She joins him, and the sound of
their laughter fills the valley.
am the Empress, and my realm is creative imagination,” she
says, her voice like the sound of twinkling bells. “And you
need not tell me who you are – I’ve been expecting you;
the river told me of your coming.”
how…?” The Fool looks suspiciously at the river, then
back at her.
voice takes on a more serious tone as she continues: “I have
a message for you – look into my shield…”
he does so, a picture begins to form – that of the astrological
symbol for Venus; then shifting and changing, it becomes the face
of the Goddess Herself! He hears her voice inside his head, saying,
“…Thou who seekest to find me, know that thy seeking
and yearning shall avail thee not lest thou knowest the Mystery:
that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou
wilt never find it without thee; for behold, I have been with thee
from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of
face slowly disappears and one more face comes into view: she looks
strangely familiar – in fact, she could be the feminine counterpart
of the Fool himself! All too quickly, her image fades away and is
replaced by his own reflection once again. His legs no longer support
him – he falls to his knees and squeezes his eyes shut, trying
desperately to recapture the image of his “twin.”
not,” whispers the Empress, “You will see her again.”
She reaches out to brush a single tear from his cheek before helping
him to his feet. He smiles shakily, but is heartened by the absolute
confidence in her voice.
up his things, he thanks her for her guidance and encouragement
and sets off toward the mountains he sees in the distance. Behind
him he hears her fading voice saying, “Remember the words
of the Great Mother…”
catching and eating some fish from the river, the Fool heads up
into the foothills. The river is now far below and a rich turquoise
colour. The mountains are bright red – in sharp contrast to
the green he left behind. The air is becoming thinner and increasingly
arid; high overhead, the sun is baking down on him. Removing his
cloak and wiping his forehead, he climbs ever higher, when suddenly
he sees a glint of light, golden in colour.
one to keep from satisfying his curiosity, he heads in that direction,
ignoring the steepness of the climb and the increasing pain in his
feet. Sweating profusely by now, he finally reaches the flattened
top of the mountain and finds that the golden light is caused by
a crowned helmet reflecting the noonday sun. On top of the dome-shaped
helmet is the astrological symbol for Aries, and beneath it sits
a powerful-looking man dressed in armour. There are ram’s
heads on his tabard and on the front of his throne. Regally surveying
his realm, he holds a sceptre in one hand and an upside down Venus
symbol in the other. A formidable presence he has, and the Fool
is hesitant to approach him.
hair blowing in the wind, the man turns his eagle-like eyes toward
the young traveler and fixes him with a piercing stare. In a loud,
booming voice, accustomed to authority, the older man demands, “Who
is it that passes this way, for I am the Emperor, and all who journey
through this realm answer to me!”
nervously, the Fool introduces himself. Not used to such gruffness,
he gives the Emperor a fumbling description of his quest, ending
with, “I meant no trespass, Sire; I’ll just be on my
somewhat, for the Emperor is not without compassion, he advises
the seeker, “Follow the path that winds between those two
hills.” He points in the indicated direction. “There
is one there who may be of some assistance to you; a teacher of
those paths not visible to the naked eye. When the road forks, keep
to the right until you come to a bridge. After crossing it, you
will take a small footpath that follows along the riverbank until
you come to a small cave. Enter it and you will find the one who
will guide your next steps.”
a sigh of relief, the Fool thanks him and sets off down the path.
It becomes cooler as he descends – he dons his cloak once
more. As he walks, his mind is buzzing with all manner of thoughts
about his encounter with the Emperor: “He is the epitome of
majesty, one who is unmistakably in control over his environment,
a ruler of his circumstances, aware of all aspects of the material
world.” This line of thought then leads to the inevitable
conclusion: “He is the logical consort of the Empress –
he gives form to her ideas!”
himself on his deductive reasoning, the Fool marches on…
land becomes more fertile once again, and the seeker gratefully
breathes in the verdant aroma. Having been lost in thought, he just
now realizes that it is starting to grow dark; the path proceeds
into a forest, increasing the effect. The high-pitched sounds of
crickets fill his ears, and he shivers with a sudden chill. His
empty stomach sends him an unmistakable signal, so he is especially
relieved to come upon a small clearing in the middle of which is
an apple tree! The fruit is ripe and inviting, so he takes this
opportunity to satisfy his hunger and rest a bit…
once again, the Fool feels a renewed urgency to find the cave before
nightfall so he hurries on again. Before long, he comes to the bridge.
The river is relatively calm here so he takes advantage of the chance
to fill his waterskin and has a good long drink before proceeding
across. Luckily, the full moon is rising to light his way along
the narrow riverbank path – he can just make it out.
when he starts to think that he’ll have to give up for the
night, he stumbles upon the cave. “Finally!” he sighs
as he shivers from the cold evening air. Unfortunately, he has no
torch to light his way, so he cautiously steps into the dark, feeling
his way along the damp wall. Without warning, a swarm of bats flutters
loudly past his head and out into the indigo sky! Instinctively
ducking and covering his head, the Fool waits patiently until they
are all gone before moving on.
overcome with fatigue, and hesitant to continue through the darkness,
he resignedly sits and leans against the wall, facing the opening,
and wraps his cloak tightly around himself. Almost immediately,
he falls into a deep sleep…
images fill his dreams – unfamiliar faces with their eyes
looking at him and their mouths moving, speaking to him, but he
cannot hear what they are saying. Next he sees a human brain, split
in half, with a bridge spanning the two halves! Then animals, sphinxes,
awakens with a start – the sun is shining through the opening,
enough for him to see his surroundings and remember where he is.
Something else had awakened him, however; something just at the
edge of hearing…then he hears them again – bells! The
deep, rich sound is coming from a small archway to his left. Rising
stiffly and brushing himself off, he limps toward the portal and
looks inside. There is a narrow hallway, glowing slightly due to
the phosphorescence of the rocky walls.
overcoming caution as usual, he decides to see where it leads. Again
the sound of bells reaches him, growing increasingly louder. Quickening
his pace, he follows the sound until he comes to a dark, wooden
door with esoteric symbols carved into it and a huge brass knocker
in the shape of a bull’s head.
now?” he thinks to himself as he pauses before the huge door.
Then he remembers the words of the Emperor: “…Enter
it and you will find the one who will guide your next steps…”
Taking a deep breath, he grabs the brass ring in the nose of the
bull’s head and knocks…
door creaks open as if some invisible hand is pulling it, and he
timidly enters. Before him is a huge chamber with a high, vaulted
ceiling, and at the far wall is an intriguing scene: an imposing
figure in priestly robes, a three-tiered mitre on his head, an impressive-looking
staff in his left hand, his right hand raised in the sign for blessing.
He is seated upon a stone throne with bull’s heads carved
into the sides. Before him are two men on their knees, looking up
at him in supplication – one has lilies on his robe; the other,
roses. The cleric gives the kneeling men a subtle signal and they
get up and leave through a side door – then, smiling, he beckons
to the Fool to come forward.
he approaches, the young quester is filled with a sense of deja’
vu – this man’s face is somehow familiar to him, but
he can’t quite remember…oh yes, the dream he had last
night – this was one of the faces that spoke to him!
the colour of the brown bull’s hide stare patiently back at
him; such fathomless eyes they are – the Fool feels like he
can fall into them, deeper, deeper – luminous brown orbs fill
his scope of vision. A still, small voice speaks from deep within
him – from his center: “Be calm, relax, breathe, quiet
the voice of your mind, for only then can you hear the voice of
in-tuition, the inner teacher. Ask what you will…
unbidden, the image of the bridged halves of the brain appears before
his mind’s eye for a brief instant, then disappears. “What
is the meaning of this recurring picture?” he asks out loud,
momentarily startled by the sound of his voice.
is the bridge that connects the logical, rational left brain with
the creative, telepathic right brain,” answers the cleric,
his voice again seeming to come from within the Fool.
are you?” queries the young seeker, feeling strangely transparent
to this man.
call me the ‘Hierophant’ and other related names. I
am a guide of the inner depths of humanity; the paths less traveled
by the common neophyte. Fear me not, for I am here to help you if
you will remain receptive to the quiet voice within, to your ‘hunches’
or ‘gut feelings.’ All too often I am ignored, much
to the distress of those who quest for wisdom and enlightenment,
but sooner or later they learn to follow my guidance.”
with an increasing sense of well being and trust, the Fool relaxes
and thinks about what he has just heard. At first, he considers
telling the Hierophant the nature of his quest, but then he realizes
that this man most likely already knows more about his quest than
there is one more question that he feels compelled to ask…
can you tell me about the Sacred Marriage?”
that!” laughs the Hierophant. “They all want to know
that one!” Thoughtfully ignoring the sudden blush on the cheeks
of the Fool, the wise one instructs him to be seated and close his
eyes. “Breathe slowly and deeply and look into your heart
– and listen.”
a mixture of emotions, the Fool does as he is told. For what seems
to be a long time, he sees nothing at all. “Don’t try
too hard,” he reminds himself. Then, almost imperceptibly,
a strange sensation courses through his body – a dizzy, spinning
he finds himself standing in a valley – completely naked –
and not very far away stands a woman, facing him, equally naked!
Above and between them, floating on a small cloud, is an angel,
arms outstretched over them both.
Fool, however, barely notices the angel, for he is overcome with
a deja’ vu-type feeling about the woman – he’s
seen that face before – in a heart-shaped bronze shield in
the Empress’ garden! Here she is, his feminine counterpart,
his twin – yet instead of returning his gaze, she is calmly
looking up at the angel! In vain, he tries to get her attention,
until he again hears the “voice” inside him…
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She is known
as Brigid Bright,
Goddess who shines against the night.
At Cille Dara,
at the setting sun,
Her sacred flame is kept by one.
the earth turns round,
As sacred springs come forth the ground.
the sun has burned,
And now the Goddess has returned.
tends her thrice-bright flame,
Born of her heart that bears her name.
knows Brigid as Daughter,
Triple Blessed by fire and water.
her name to inspire.
And healers oft gain from her fire.
would know her well
As hammer and anvil ring like a bell.
cry did she give meaning,
When first she brought to Eire keening.
Fire against darkest night,
Burn for Brigid, for Brigid Bright!
Fire in the
head...to quicken us.
Fire in the cauldron...to heal us.
Fire in the forge of the heart...to temper us.
by Ceridwen Seren-Ddaear, A.D.
have recently completed my training to become a Reiki Master, and have
been teaching classes and passing along attunements to some of the local
Pagans in our area.
you might be asking yourself, "What does this have to do with Druidry?"
Well, possibly a lot, as it turns out! I will attempt to explain...
simplest definition of the workd Reiki is: Universal or Spiritual (Rei)
Life Force or Energy (Ki). The Reiki system is a simple and powerful modality
of energy work that anyone can use for developing physical, emotional,
mental and spiritual harmony and wholeness in themselves and for assisting
functions on the energy body first, usually following acupuncture and
acupressure meridians but is not limited to them. The practitioner uses
the Reiki energy to help people move and balance energy, remove blocks,
repair tears in the aura and help restore health and well being.
Reiki practitioner places their hands on or near the recipient and "runs"
Reiki energy while placing their hands over a series of locations on the
recipient's body. Reiki flows through the practitioner, but is
not generated by the practioner. The beauty of this - and what
separates it from other healing modalities - is that, since you are not
using your own energy, you don't get drained! You are merely a "conduit"
- a clear channel or vessel - for the energy to flow through.
practitioners are able to give treatments without touching the recipient,
and can even send treatments long distances, even to people on other continents.
energy is the life force that permeates the universe - a certain "bandwidth"
of it, that is...
Druids use Reiki?
can channel healing energy. This ability can be acquired by an energetic
transmission from one person (a Reiki Master) to another (a student).
These transmissions are called "attunements", or "empowerments",
or sometimes, "initiations". An attunement transmits the ability
to channel Reiki and clears any energy blocks to that ability.
attunement opens up the palm chakras (and other energy channels if needed)
and connects one to the specific Reiki Shakti healing frequencies. It
also allows one to direct these energies for specific purposes. Most people's
hands get hot when they channel this energy, although not everyone feels
the same thing...
can get these attunements and channel Reiki. It requires no special abilities,
and is a reliable way of doing healing treatments for yourself and others.
is not a substitute for medical treatment, nor is it a diagnostic system.
Reiki is an "intellent" energy
of love and wholeness, and will go where it is needed.
you use Reiki, you will find many creative ways to work with and gain
value from it. Druids can "charge up" their magickal tools,
jewelry, crystals, altar, etc. with this energy, and it is also great
for cleansing a sacred space, or for helping you to ground and center
yourself and get your chakras balanced and spinning!
are 3 Reiki levels, or "degrees" - each one more complex than
the one before.
1st degree mainly establishes the "channel" - with it you can
do healings on yourself and on others who are physically present...
the 2nd degree, you learn "distance" healing, and get introduced
to the Reiki Symbols, which will aid you in this - plus your channel gets
wider and flows more strongly...
3rd degree is the "Master" degree - with it you will be shown
the process of teaching others and passing on the attunements to them.
Not everyone takes advantage of this - we don't all want to be teachers
- but those of us who do go the whole route find immense satisfaction
and joy in making this healing modality available to anyone who wishes
to learn it...
personally have found that it greatly enhances my Druidic path - in fact,
it can blend seamlessly with any religion or lifepath, as it is not a
religion. Not only does it involve healing, but also it raises the vibration
of your physical body and all of your subtle bodies, continuously fine-tuning
and strengthening your connection with your higher self, guides and the
All That Is - even when you are not directly using it. In fact, it was
originally taught long ago as a path to enlightenment - and the healing
part came as an unexpected, but pleasant side-benefit!
have noticed some profound changes in myself since I began channeling
this energy. I am even more even-tempered than usual, more grounded and
balanced, and am making decisions in my life that are helping me to move
along more efficiently on my spiritual path. I do two complete self-healing
sessions per day - first thing when I wake up and the last thing before
I go to sleep. The affects are cumulative, and if you keep a journal,
you will find yourself quite amazed at so many subtle changes in a relatively
short period of time!
are other Mithrils who practice Reiki too: I know Artic is a Master of
several different types of Reiki, as well as other healing modalities.
Sezo is a practitioner as well - not sure what degree off hand...and your
preceptor has taken one of my classes and will be getting his 2nd degree
the classes I teach, the students get a certificate after each completed
degree course, as well as a practitioner's manual on disk. I have only
taught "live" classes so far, but am considering teaching online
classes at some point - we'll see if there's enough interest for that...
uses for this energy modality are limited only to one's imagination -
in other words, they are infinite! You can bless your food with it, charge
up your vitamins or meds so that they will work more efficiently in your
body...you can Reiki your computer and other electronics...you can Reiki
your pets and plants...your car...anything you can think of can benefit
from this energy. In fact, it's one of the nicest things you can do for
your favourite tree(s), or for the Earth Mother in general - and we all
know that She can use all the healing energy she can get! Isn't that one
of the things we Druids feel called to do?
STATS OF THE ORDER
of today we have 154 members, of which:
23 members are eligible
for ordination into the First Degree.
16 members are ordained First Degree Druids.
2 members are eligible for ordination into
the Second Degree
7 members are ordained Second Degree Druids
2 members are eligible for ordination into
the Third Degree
9 members are ordained Third Degree Druids
7 members are eligible for ordination into
the Fourth Degree
1 member is an ordained Fifth Degree Druid
2 members are ordained Seventh Degree Druids
the season of Geimredh, the Order experienced a net Membership gain of
Groves: 2 (+ 2
Total US Members: 121
Total Canadian Members: 9
Total UK Members: 5
Total International Members: 24
Total Countries represented: 8
Total US States represented: 37
Total Canadian Provinces represented: 6
Top 5 US States: OR=12, CA=13, WA=11, FL=11, NY=7
Total members in areas with Redwood Groves: 5
sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936)
has four Advanced sessions and one Intermediate session in progress. Because
of this large amount of classes, she is taking a long "hiatus"
from the group class format for quite some time (at least until all of
her current students graduate)...
is, however still offering
PRIVATE TUTORING sessions!
Because of the increased "personal attention" these entail,
there will be a sliding scale fee required...
you wish to take advantage of this offer, or need more information about
it, send an email to:
line: AstroPagan private tutoring
will then be contacted immediately and a private database and schedule
will be set up that will conform to your own personal needs - NO WAITING!
All of the pertinent charts and tables will be calculated and sent to
you, as you need them. Each lesson will be offered whenever YOU are ready
for it - no homework deadlines! - and if you need to take time off at
any point for personal business or holidays or whatever reason, your schedule
will be adjusted accordingly!
you are interested in a private consultation about your Astrological chart,
please visit her home page at:
Legend of Dalon ap Landu
Part the First
Chronicle and the Ballad
of the Death of Dalon ap Landu
Click the above to read it, (scroll down about half way or so) then use
your back button to return here.
(No, we could not get permission from the author to quote it here)
The Chronicle of His Resurrection
by Members of OMS)
do not die, though sometimes they may appear to be dead. And so it was
that the Cailleach, who knew this only too well, took the comatose Dalon
Ap Landu to a far off place, a place where he would be born anew, a place
where she knew they would honor the young God.
it came to pass that the Cailleach brought the comatose body of Dalon
Ap Landu to a place known to human kind as “Big Basin Redwoods State Park,”
in the area of North America known as California.
was mid March, near the turn of the century. Two magicians sat together
in the park, amongst the Old Ones, having partaken of much Guinness Stout
and a little bit of Garberville Purple. They were drawn to a “fairy ring,”
a circle of Redwoods all growing from the same root system, once owned
by a long dead old growth, who is but a memory now. In the center of
the ring the pair thought they could see a faint glow. A pair of antlers
could be seen laying sideways, as if their owner were taking a nap. The
magi backed off a bit, as there was nothing more dangerous than a startled
Elrond backed off though, he stepped on a twig. “Snap” went the twig,
the sound being heard for yards around. Suddenly the Elk stood up! But
it was no elk, nay, it was what looked like a man wearing the antlers
of an elk. But Adam and Elrond knew only too well that this was no man
they looked upon, it was a God! Perhaps Cernunnos or Hern? But no, this
God was not as tall or as old looking as they would have expected the
elder God of the forest to be.
they were right for this was Dalon ap Landu, reborn and refreshed. He
stood before them in the
moonlight. Young, strong and commanding, and yet, serene, like a Buddhist
monk. And he was glowing with the light of Awen, emanating from a single
star – with seven points.
spoke to the two: “Hail and welcome, my two Druids! Tell me: who are you?”
spoke first: “Though I am a Bard, neither of us are of the Druids. We
are but nestlings of the Church of All Worlds.” “Ah, my friends! So
you think,” said the God, “I recognize Druidry when I see it. And you
two are definitely Druids, of the Reformed type I perceive.” “How do
you know,” asked Elrond, perplexed and wondering if this was all a dream.
“I know because I am the very God of the Druids, and the Patron of those
ranked 3rd among them.” “Young Adam is a Bard, which is a type of Druid
anyway.” “You, Sybok, are not only a Druid, but you are destined to pilot
the ship of Reformed Druid revival.” “But my name is Elrond,” exclaimed
Elrond. “Ah!,” said Dalon., “Your name WAS Elrond, but this night, under
this moon, I name thee “Sybok” – and the two of you shall go forth, and
you shall found a new order of the Reformed Druids, an order that shall
honor my name, and these, my sacred trees.” “In this new order you shall
teach your fellow earthlings to abandon the dogma and doctrine of conventional
society, and embrace the freedom, equality and liberty of the fraternity
of the Gods, and in so doing you shall all become Gods and Goddesses among
men.” “As a sign of your solidarity to nature, ye shall wear the sign
of the seven pointed star of mithril and it shall be to you as an inspiration
and source of the Awen, and I shall be thy protector and thy patron forevermore,
for the Druids of the new reform have abandoned me to death, and so I
have likewise abandoned them to stagnation.”
so it was that Adam Walks Between Worlds and Sybok Pendderwydd encountered
Dalon ap Landu in the great Redwood forest and founded the Order of the
few years later, in Redwood National Park, a Druid was taking her vigil
for the 3rd Order. This is her account:
must have been three AM at least, and I was having trouble staying awake.
Suddenly, I heard a noise from what seemed to be a few yards from my campsite.
I sat quietly, my entire attention riveted towards the source of the sound
- a "fairy ring" that I had purposely camped close to. I thought
I could see antlers between the great trees, both in the shadow and in
the light of the Full Moon. I heard a rustle in the trees, and then a
voice: "Ceridwen, daughter of the Goddess, are you here?" It
was a male voice - a human male voice. Was I tripping? I heard it again:
"Ceridwen, daughter of the Goddess, are you here?" A voice inside
my head, my spirit guide I believe, nudged me to answer, but I was too
awe-struck. Once more the God inquired: "Ceridwen, daughter of the
Goddess, are you here?" Finally I said, "I am here, Lord!"
And out of the fairy ring, a mystical portal, appeared a tall naked man.
Naked except for some jewelry, and covered in wode. A living snake hung
around his neck like a chain. But most remarkably, he had antlers!
am called Dalon Ap Landu!," he said. "I am patron of those Druids
called to the Priesthood." "I know who you are Lord," I
said, my heart pounding in my chest. "Thank you for attending my
vigil." "It is my pleasure my lady," said the God, "I
have a message for you, and I have someone I want you to meet." "A
message, m'lord?," I said, wanting to give all due respect. "Yes,
m'lady," said Dalon, "But first you must meet my friend."
on the Redwood nearest me, which must have been at least 1,000 years old,
judging from it's great gerth, a burl began to glow with a soft green
light. As it glowed, it grew into an oval shape, and as I watched, fascinated,
I could see that it was also a portal. Within it I began to see a shape
forming. The shape was that of a woman, and she appeared as if stepping
out of the tree itself. "Is she a Dryad?," I thought to myself.
And lo, as she took form in the moonlight, I could see that she was in
fact a Goddess. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her naked body
was framed by the longest red hair I have ever seen. On her body was painted
various symbols, spirals, triskelles, some of which I recognized and some
I did not. On her forehead, on the place called the "third Eye"
was seven pointed star in silver.
spoke: "Her name is Sequoia, and she is the Goddess of the great
coast Redwoods and Queen of the elves, faries and devas that live in these
ancient forests. It is she that has a message for you, and a mission for
those whom you will soon lead..."
next part is, of course, personal...but it had such a profound effect
on Ceridwen's life that she emerged from her vigil a changed Druid - one
with a silent strength and a renewed purpose - who, as Arch-Druid, would
eventually lead the Mithrils in a new direction...)
today Dalon and his friend Sequoia can be encountered in the Redwoods
of Humboldt County, a few hundred miles north of that first meeting place
of the mithrils. Here today a Druid candidate for the third order, in
vigil as preparation for that calling, is very likely to encounter one
or both of them while in vigil, for they are waiting for you in the trees
of Redwood National Park.
Call of Spring
by Elaine Hindle
(Reprinted with permission)
Trees lie dormant
cast an interlocked curtain
Against a slate grey sky
Forms a frosty halo
Soft white mist
Clings to distant hills
earth lies waiting
A nut brown shell
Waiting to crack
With the first spring rain
Struggles to be born
Green with life
snowdrop raises its tiny head
Small white bells
Ringing in a new year
splash of yellow and purple
A palate of colour
Crocus burst forth
Through the frost tipped grass
robin flits from branch to branch
Bearing his heart
His sweet song
Heralds the maiden's arrived
The sun has seen her coming
And stretches forth to greet her
The earth feels the warmth
Of their embrace
grip is waning
As the world awakes
To the sights and sounds
Of new found growth
winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
is Imbolc, or
February 1, 2006 CE.
is the 1st day of the Season
of Earrach, and the 1st day of the Month
of Mi na hOimelc.
is also Wednesday, in the common tongue, or Dydd
Mercher in Welsh.
It is the Druidic day of the
MOONS occur on 28 Earrach, 57 Earrach and
FULL MOONS occur on 13 Earrach,
42 Earrach, and 72 Earrach.
Sun enters Pisces on
Reformed Druid and environmental hero, Julia Butterfly
Hill was born 18 Earrach YR 12.
) begins on 29 Earrach
Reformed Druid and filk-Bard Leslie Fish was
born on 39 Earrach. She is the author of our official hymn, "Sequoia
of the Mithril Star was conceived on 44 Earrach YR 34, at Big Basin Redwoods
State Park (Boulder Creek California).
Back the Snakes Day" observed, 46 Earrach.
/ Alban Eiler, or the Spring
Equinox occurs on 48
Sun enters Aries on
begins on 60 Earrach
(a Saturday - Dydd
Sadwrn -- Day of the Coast Redwood).
Savings Time begins on 61 Earrach.
Sun enters Taurus
on 78 Earrach.
is observed on 81 Earrach.
Season of Samradh, the first day of MÌ
1 Samradh 44, the Festival of Beltane begins
at Sunset on April 30th.
Cool Site Recommendation for Imbolc Recipes ***
Imbolc by Akasha
foods for the Imbolc celebration include those made with seeds, (to symbolize
growth), raisins (a fruit of the Sun God), pork, poultry, or lamb, with
sides of potatoes, cabbage, onions, and garlic. Imbolc is the mid-point
of the dark half of the year, and though stored foods are running low,
it is a celebration of renewal and preparation for Spring…”
Sun Spice Bread
Love This Potato Soup
Light Creamed Cabbage
Feast Lamb Stew
May the light
of love and devotion shine brightly in your hearts.
May the light of understanding shine in your minds.
May the light of harmony glow in your home.
May the light of service shine forth ceaselessly from your hands.
May the light of peace emanate from your being.
May your presence light the lamps of love and peace wherever you go.
Mother Grove wishes all of you
a most inspiring Imbolc, a joyous Ostara,
and abundant blessings throughout the season!
you never thirst!
Ceridwen Seren-Ddaear, Managing
Sybok Pendderwydd, Preceptor
Cylch Cerddwyr Rhwng y Bydoedd Grove, OMS
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