I give an offering of some of my water each time I visit the old oak tree. Respect your elders. I thank it for peace and strength. Hippie alert.
My guide has prompted me to purchase some instruments for my upcoming meditations and trance. In recent days I've learned that my guide was from the Iceni tribe from East Anglia, before the Roman conquest. 3 mediums have picked up this ancient, pagan guide and all know that he is very powerful. The draw towards nature, night and the stars is not by accident, and it resonates with me deeply.
He will guide me on my trancing sessions in nature. I've bought a Celtic drum, along with a traditional brass Carynx (war horn). Hippie alert².
Sound and vibration is very important - after all, even solid matter is in a constant state of movement if you look at it under powerful enough magnification. The entire universe is vibrating, and energy is in a constant state of flux. I know these instruments will aid in conjuring up some very profound and powerful spiritual journeys. Music, drumming, dancing and chanting is a pattern in shamanic and spiritual practice the world over - for millenia. The war horn is particularly profound as it's in the style of the ancient Celtic instrument and the location I have chosen is an ancient causeway through the Fens, where many warriors have trod. Including on the way to the last stronghold to fall after the Norman Conquest.
Tonight I am to travel into the Fens, by the river and build a fire. Under the moonlight, by the water, and focus on the flames. My guide will help me in my first dedicated trance in nature. The medium who is mentoring me has noticed on each meditation I go on - I am no longer in the room when I have gone under. Physically in the room of course - but she knew I had the ability to trance.
Trancing is not something she does herself anymore, and she has warned me multiple times to stay safe on my travels with spirituality. She said that a medium walks a fine line between reality and madness. I assured her I am remaining firmly grounded in the physical existence of my life - I dedicate a portion to spirituality; but the lion's share of my time is here in the physical. Although I know our physical reality is a camoflague of the true nature of existence. How we existed before, and will continue to exist after the physical universe has ended is the true nature of existence and reality. And yet, within the three dimensional plane we have created and adhered to laws which limit the potential of the limitless soul.
Drawing people is not my fortay, but I did my first psychic drawing, trying to capture his likeness. Spiritual artwork is again something that multiple mediums have picked up on, and said is something I will pursue. The pace of drawing was rapid. Hurridly grabbing colours and my hand rapidly and confidently drawing his features. My mum has gifted me a book for drawing facial anatomy - as it's something I've always felt cack-handed in attempting. Of course, losing that negative mindset will go a long way in aiding my ability to develop the skills I wish to acquire.
I know my guide wore the mask of a stag during ceremonies, and under the mask his face was weathered, his face painted white, with charcoal patterns smeared across his forehead. His hair was matted and locked, and his beard would burn a bright copper in the sunlight. His eyes were profound, and his gaze and presence was powerful. His wisdom and knowledge was deeply respected. The last medium to feel his presence was overwhelmed by him. Every time I tune in with him my entire body is covered with goosebumps. I know that in a past life we were brothers.
Of course there's a considerable amount of hesitation sharing my spiritual journey on here. To many this is hogwash and might be laughable. To others they might consider it a mental illness and be concerned for me. Others may consider it sacrilegious or evil.
I have always wanted this page to go beyond sharing my art and photography, and wish for it to document my journey. I feel this is a good place to share my experiences. At the end of the day I am becoming ever more grounded in who I am as a person. But I shall not deny the validity and the reality of life beyond death, and reincarnation. The fundamental importance of nature and also spiritual philosophy. We live many lifetimes to learn. The essence of life is to joyfully participate in creativity, love and growth. Of course, we live in a society which is possibly even more judgemental now than it has ever been.
I know many in this world are spiritual, and for those who are on their own journeys, I hope what I've learnt and shared might be of some comfort and interest. To those who judge it to be worthless; I accept that your beliefs create your reality. And I remember what I heard Sadhguru say:
"When someone else can determine whether you are happy or unhappy, is it not the worst kind of slavery?"
Ed
My guide has prompted me to purchase some instruments for my upcoming meditations and trance. In recent days I've learned that my guide was from the Iceni tribe from East Anglia, before the Roman conquest. 3 mediums have picked up this ancient, pagan guide and all know that he is very powerful. The draw towards nature, night and the stars is not by accident, and it resonates with me deeply.
He will guide me on my trancing sessions in nature. I've bought a Celtic drum, along with a traditional brass Carynx (war horn). Hippie alert².
Sound and vibration is very important - after all, even solid matter is in a constant state of movement if you look at it under powerful enough magnification. The entire universe is vibrating, and energy is in a constant state of flux. I know these instruments will aid in conjuring up some very profound and powerful spiritual journeys. Music, drumming, dancing and chanting is a pattern in shamanic and spiritual practice the world over - for millenia. The war horn is particularly profound as it's in the style of the ancient Celtic instrument and the location I have chosen is an ancient causeway through the Fens, where many warriors have trod. Including on the way to the last stronghold to fall after the Norman Conquest.
Tonight I am to travel into the Fens, by the river and build a fire. Under the moonlight, by the water, and focus on the flames. My guide will help me in my first dedicated trance in nature. The medium who is mentoring me has noticed on each meditation I go on - I am no longer in the room when I have gone under. Physically in the room of course - but she knew I had the ability to trance.
Trancing is not something she does herself anymore, and she has warned me multiple times to stay safe on my travels with spirituality. She said that a medium walks a fine line between reality and madness. I assured her I am remaining firmly grounded in the physical existence of my life - I dedicate a portion to spirituality; but the lion's share of my time is here in the physical. Although I know our physical reality is a camoflague of the true nature of existence. How we existed before, and will continue to exist after the physical universe has ended is the true nature of existence and reality. And yet, within the three dimensional plane we have created and adhered to laws which limit the potential of the limitless soul.
Drawing people is not my fortay, but I did my first psychic drawing, trying to capture his likeness. Spiritual artwork is again something that multiple mediums have picked up on, and said is something I will pursue. The pace of drawing was rapid. Hurridly grabbing colours and my hand rapidly and confidently drawing his features. My mum has gifted me a book for drawing facial anatomy - as it's something I've always felt cack-handed in attempting. Of course, losing that negative mindset will go a long way in aiding my ability to develop the skills I wish to acquire.
I know my guide wore the mask of a stag during ceremonies, and under the mask his face was weathered, his face painted white, with charcoal patterns smeared across his forehead. His hair was matted and locked, and his beard would burn a bright copper in the sunlight. His eyes were profound, and his gaze and presence was powerful. His wisdom and knowledge was deeply respected. The last medium to feel his presence was overwhelmed by him. Every time I tune in with him my entire body is covered with goosebumps. I know that in a past life we were brothers.
Of course there's a considerable amount of hesitation sharing my spiritual journey on here. To many this is hogwash and might be laughable. To others they might consider it a mental illness and be concerned for me. Others may consider it sacrilegious or evil.
I have always wanted this page to go beyond sharing my art and photography, and wish for it to document my journey. I feel this is a good place to share my experiences. At the end of the day I am becoming ever more grounded in who I am as a person. But I shall not deny the validity and the reality of life beyond death, and reincarnation. The fundamental importance of nature and also spiritual philosophy. We live many lifetimes to learn. The essence of life is to joyfully participate in creativity, love and growth. Of course, we live in a society which is possibly even more judgemental now than it has ever been.
I know many in this world are spiritual, and for those who are on their own journeys, I hope what I've learnt and shared might be of some comfort and interest. To those who judge it to be worthless; I accept that your beliefs create your reality. And I remember what I heard Sadhguru say:
"When someone else can determine whether you are happy or unhappy, is it not the worst kind of slavery?"
Ed
