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I am Shamanic Practitioner. However I am not a Shaman. So many people make the spurious claim these days to be a Shaman. I work shamanically and access information from the Spirit Worlds using shamanic techniques but that does not make me a Shaman. A traditional Shaman’s skills are often handed down within a family or the Shaman goes through an ordeal or near death experience. In my life I have experienced tough lessons although never near death.  In the Andes, being struck by lightening seems to be a fairly common way of initiation! I use the tools that Shaman and other teachers have taught me  and work for the re-balancing of humanity through my drum making and other workshops, trainings and therapies. I am  human and fallible-don’t have all the answers and know hardly any of the questions either.

I do not walk one path or follow one tradition.  I am a ‘braided hair’ who weaves the wisdom given to me by various teachers and traditions.  I do not claim to be a Shaman  but am proud to be a Medicine Woman.  I have many skills that I have learned over my lifetime including Shamanic Practice and other healing modalities.

It’s all very good being positive and spreading the loving energy-being a Rainbow Warrior of Light and standing up for Mother Earth and All our Relations. I read so many posts on FB and Twitter that are all sweetness and light-all Faeries and Angels higher vibrations and love. Posts of sickly sweet cute puppies and kittens-Dolphins and Whales, Wolves and Buffalo…….but what happens when you wake up in the morning and feel like shit? No sunshine in your smile?! Had an argument with a loved one……got a hangover……..just fed up with the daily toil that seems so challenging today…..Sometimes we just have to accept that today ain’t going to be brilliant and use the opportunity to look at what we could do to improve our Life. These moments of bleakness are great times of learning-showing us what we need to do for ourselves in this lifetime.
Interestingly the word faerie means dirty-that is enough to cheer me up when I think of all the gossamer winged wonders I get sent pics of so often. The faeries I grew up with were a dangerous, untrustworthy lot who’s motives were shrouded and could never be trusted! My Grandmother loved to tell me tales of unfortunate travellers snatched away by faeries and returned hundreds of years later thinking they had only been away for hours. Of the faerie water horses-Kelpie–who trapped young men and dragged them to a lifetime of slavery beneath the Waterfalls. Of faeries stealing children and replacing the babies with one of their own-who would grow up like a Cuckoo in the nest and wreak havoc on their adopted families.
It seems to me that we like to sanitise life and make it appear all sparkly and pretty. We put on a face for the world and its all smiles and joy. Well we all know that it isn’t like that. Life is an extreme sport-we hang on for the ride and have moments of great excitement and even glory and times of despair and utter defeat. Its how we deal with the dark times that make us strong-like tempering steel. There is a place for the gossamer wings etc but don’t forget the darker side-its not evil just challenging-making us look at what we try to hide. Lift that rock and see what lurks under it-it might be unpleasant and difficult to accept and honour that part of you but what a relief to stop pretending!

Due to the fundamental interconnectedness that lies at the heart of reality, your interest is also my interest.

Unbelievably another month has gone-but this was a month of pain and sorrow. This month has taken me to places I’d rather not visit- a deeply challenging time when the only way forward was prayer. A confrontation with demons-an acknowledgment of weakness. A realisation of being the unhealed healer. “Drowning-not waving”. A massive lesson in letting go-watching a loved one move towards self destruction and being unable to help. Witnessing the de-construction of a being into paranoia, delusion and mania. Keep breathing, keep praying. In the end it’s all we can do. Put our trust in the Divine

Next Friday I am going down to Stonehenge to join with other women in a day of ceremony and celebration.

We will greet the dawn at Stonehenge, within the great circle of stones…..Ancient Ones….

Then moving on to Avebury Circle…..sisters with sisters…..

Ending up at West Kennet Long Barrow for communion with my Ancestors

Blessed Be!

I am usually pretty good at understanding the meaning of dreams-often for myself but other folks also ask for my insight.   However now I am asking you.  Last night I had a dream and I wonder if anyone has any insights for me:

Had an emotional dream last night- I was visiting a large communal place. When I dream of these places I know this is an important dream. I was with quite a few other people and we were under attack by four male lions. There was a feeling of panic and fear and we tried to lock all the doors and windows to prevent them entering. I looked out the window and saw them walking up a hill carrying the dismembered pieces of my dog Pixie in their mouths-In fact she was in 2 one lion carrying her body and another one of her back legs. I wailed and howled in deep grief in my sleep and woke myself up.

I am the proud Mum of three beautiful boys.  Each birth experience was different and eventually the joy of holding a new born in your arms eclipses everything else.  By the time Jago was born I’d learned how to listen to my body and ‘ignore’ the medical experts who generally treat Childbirth and pregnancy as an illness to be  dealt with rather than experienced.  I was lucky to have 2 home births and felt I needed to write this blog because of an article I read in the paper recently saying that a study has concluded that home birth is safer than hospitalisation but still women are pressured into going in rather than staying home-so I wanted to share my stories as I had both

Over the passed few weeks I have been working with my Webmaster-River Two Horses-to update my site and generally have a Spring clean!  He lives in Richmond Virginia USA and over the years we have become good friends and work very well together.  I was lucky enough to meet him personally on my trip to the States a few years ago.  He is very supportive and an interesting person-very much on his own Spiritual Path.  He is a good teacher and I love the sound of his American drawl! “Awesome!”  We understand each other-mostly- although sometimes there is a language barrier! As an American I think he finds my English interesting and often amusing.  We email ideas and suggestions backwards and forwards.  He found a good site where we can talk on the phone for next to nothing-haven’t got to grips with Skype yet.  I think he gets a bit exasperated sometimes with my rather slow uptake on computer stuff! I wanted to post this so he really knows how much I appreiciate ALL the hard work he has put into Shamanicplanet.com and how much I value his friendship.