Sunday, 13 December 2015

Three Sisters have sat in the Oracle's seat. Three sisters have received the same words from Earth.

"HOW DARE YOU? How dare you take my blood when I would have freely given you what you need?"

Each sister saw that these words referred to the practice of fracking. Each sister saw that many voices speak out against fracking but those who stand to profit from it have money in their ears and cannot hear these voices.

So I have been feeling desolate and despondent: How could I possibly make a difference in the world? What on earth was the point of sitting on a computer hectoring people about fracking, climate change, species and habitat destruction or condemning human greed and thoughtlessness? What would be achieved by badgering them to love the Earth? It wasn't going to work. Surely I was totally wasting my time and energy and simply adding to the problem by burning fossil fuels (although we buy electricity from Good Energy I'm very sure that doesn't mean that every blog page is without sin - of course it isn't).  I came to the conclusion that the best thing I could do would be to stop going on the internet at all and simply walk my talk - be utterly, inconsolably, irrevocably in love with the land. But then as soon as I had decided on that a sense of abandoning my duties to Earth would rear up and round and round I went in unhelpful circles.

I went to see my friend Dee Brodie - an extraordinary life-coach and one of the most effective agents for change I know. She asked me a very simple question - how does it make you feel? The thought of simply being able to be? Ah, it fills me with such joy. immeasurable, pleasurable, heaving, thundering, roaring joy. To simply be. To be on the land, in love with the land, honouring the land, respecting and interacting with the land. Bliss. By land I mean all of nature - the land herself and all who live alongside us upon and within and above the land. My body relaxed and lightened, the constant crease between my brows uncreased.

And I remembered; this is what Earth asked me to do. To transmit love.  No hectoring; no rage, no ranting, no raving, no guilt-trips, no fear. Only love.

And the left hand of love.

Which is grief.

Because when you love Earth - whatever you mean by that - you cannot help but feel grief right now.



Monday, 16 November 2015

This Land is Our Land - Sovreignty and a Gallop Through Feminine Time

Back when God was a boy, back - in fact - when God was a Goddess; juicy, ripe, fecund and overflowing with bounty - the necessities of life were seen as gifts from Earth. Mother Earth, Ma, Madron, Britannia, Rhiannon, Elen, whatever we chose to call her she provided us with everything we needed.  As far as we can tell from this end of history - we were in love with our Earth, we were grateful for her gifts and counted our blessings.  We seem to have viewed Earth as Feminine - it makes sense, women are the one's who give birth. We scratched our gratitude as magical fertility symbols into the soft clay of pots, carved the curve of round bellied women in clay, wood, stone, antler and bone and wove it into the very fabric of life. Our gratitude, our reverence and our constant hope that She would continue to provide.  We were in relationship with the Sacred Feminine.

When farming came along - if you have ever actually tried existing as a hunter-gatherer you will understand with piercing, tummy-aching clarity what the advantages of farming are - these freely given gifts slowly embarked on a journey that ended when they became 'produce'. Clever little beans that we are, as our population increased and we strayed into territories that were not necessarily as fertile as the one's we had left, we found a way to increase the odds of there being any given foodstuff where we wanted it when we wanted it. Sadly over time we have become so disconnected from the original source of all that we fondly imagine that we are completely in control of the process, that as we buy and sell and hoard our 'goods' we are making the world a better place, few of us noticing that it is to the advantage of the few not the many that these things are organised. We have fallen out of relationship with the Mother of All Things.

Farming originated in Sumer around 4,000 years ago and it seems from the records that no sooner did we start to farm we changed from a society with equal rights for everyone to one that started to dis-empower and denigrate the feminine. Agricultural surplus meant that particular landscapes became worth invading and fighting over. War was what made men great and military leaders became more important than the goddesses of the land. There is an often relayed myth that says in early Celtic society land had always been owned by women and passed down through maternal blood lines, there is apparently no written evidence for this assertion but scholars suggest that there may be considerable truth in the 'myth' simply because it has been related as fact so frequently in what was written down. Either way, times clearly changed and even among the Celts the rights of women were eroded, Goddesses were conquered by Gods, women became chattels. Time passed in an increasingly masculine world until according to a book written in 1777 (by that prolific author 'anon') "in Saxon times, the rank and consequence of women appear to have been considerable..... the Norman invasion was fatal to the rights of women." With the Normans came a lineage of brutal Christian kings and the 'Doomsday Book' - a giant list of all the things that these kings had dominion over. It is interesting to note that it was the Church that owned one quarter of all the land in England!

In these islands the dis-empowerment and denigration of the feminine reached it's height during the 'witch trials' of the 15th, 16th and 17th Centuries. Christianity had arrived here in dribs and drabs with the Romans in the first century AD but really gained a hold in 597 with the arrival of Augustine. Much of Europe and small patches of what is now the United Kingdom were not officially Christianised until as late as the 11th Century but churches were built upon sacred places, local Goddesses were turned into Christian Saints and the feminine became not sacred, not even just a little bit less good than the masculine - but the very embodiment of Evil. Christianity is a masculine religion, it speaks of the Father of All Things, not The Mother. The followers of this father and his son took it upon themselves to root out belief systems that did not concur with their own. Before Christianity the majority of healers were women; among the healing wisdoms of such women were the herbs, charms, positions and potions required to bring a child safely to birth - they were honoured and respected until the Inquisition announced that no-one did more harm to the Catholic faith than midwives. A new law was passed saying that anyone who was 'curing' without having studied at a university was a witch and must die. Since most women were barred from university this was a guarantee that women's healing powers and relationship with the healing properties of plants, spirits and intention would have to either end or hide.

As women's power was taken away from her so was the land taken away from the people - and vice versa. The first enclosures of common land that we know of here in Britain happened in the 12th Century. Enclosure meant farming that was undertaken by the many became to the advantage of the few. Vast swathes of common land and 'open fields' were enclosed and access to common land severely restricted. Access therefore to free food and medicine and engagement with the land as Sacred Ground became made smaller and smaller as the rights of 'owners' became more and more violently enforced. Rebellion was frequently followed by charges of witchcraft and something in the order of 2,000 women were killed in 300 years. The global figure is thought to be more like 9 million, we actually got of very lightly here. Torture was not a legal way to extort confession and being tried as a witch in The British Isles was not necessarily a death sentence - only about 25% of those tried were actually killed. The story is not the same elsewhere in Europe and America where horrific tortures were endured and death was the almost certain outcome of an accusation of witchcraft. We get the expression 'the third degree' from these times - people, mostly women, were tortured in ways that every part of me cringes away from, I cannot even write about it. Many confessed having been tortured once, most confessed having been tortured twice, everyone either confessed or died having been tortured three times.

It is no co-incidence that one of the most powerful symbols of 'witchcraft' is the cauldron. What is a cauldron if not a creative container - a wombic space? It is the creative nature of Woman and her connection to the Earth and the Cosmic Womb that the masculine has sought to limit. We have been persecuted for our authentic power; for living our creativity, our sensuality, our intuition and our wildness. Throughout our history (subsequent to the advent of farming) the masculine has sought to dis-empower the feminine and attain 'power over' because he does not have 'power of'. Our history has been moulded by misogynists and as it is always written by the winners we have suffered grievously at it's hands. The Malleus Maleficarum (a handbook for witch-hunting and identification) was written in 1486 by two monks at the instigation of Pope Innocent the 8th and it singled out women as the primary practitioners of witchcraft. This one book was responsible for generations of children watching as their mothers, sisters and aunts burned at the stake throughout Europe and the New World. Between 1486 when it was written and 1736 when the Witchcraft Act was repealed paganism became devil worship and what little remained of our 'folk' customs (for which read living relationship with the Spirits of the land) became heresy.

The enclosure of our common resources; from land and forests to the inhabitants of the oceans and the water itself, is still happening now. All things are increasingly creeping into 'private' ownership. Our sacred relationship to the land is our power, but more than that we ARE the land; we are sovereignty. By 'we' I do not exclusively mean women, I mean the feminine in all of us. This may well sound like a polemic against men but I assure you it is not. It is not even a polemic against the masculine or indeed one against Christianity. We are all of us a balance (or an imbalance) between masculine and feminine energies. Typically but not exclusively the feminine will be most powerfully expressed by a feminine body. But the land belongs to all of us, she has given birth to all of us, she is our most ancient ancestor. The de-humanisation and subjugation of half of the population is the de-humanisation and subjugation of half of all of us. The feminine has been dis-empowered, or at least our connection to her deep authentic wildness has. The common ground of our humanity has been fenced. We and our land are being abused; we know this in our bones, in the very beating of our hearts. Bones and a heart that are made out of the same stuff exactly as all the rest of creation.

HOWEVER - In actual fact, women in the west have more rights at this moment in history than at any time in the last 4,000ish years. There are women in positions of power from Germany's chancellor to Canada's 50% female government. I beleive that this is 100% connected to the land. When survival was an issue the feminine was honoured -  when we invented farming survival was not an issue in the same way, it didn't feel necessary to acknowledge the power of the land, of Earth, of the feminine, so we stopped. We forgot our lives depended on Her. Now, our survival is once again in question. Humanity has brought Earth to the brink of collapse. Species are being wiped out at a rate of dozens every day as a result of our treatment of our home, the biosphere is clearly unstable, global warming is quite possibly out of control and it might be too late. Self interest is reviving our connection to the Divine Feminine, we've remembered we need her. What's needed now is for us to move beyond patriarchy and beyond feminism to the place where the feminine and the masculine are honoured in all of us and exist not in warring polarity but in balance. Only then will we start to be able to create a world where respect and tolerance are the norms and where 'all that is' can exist peacefully. Everything is made up of the same stuff, everything has spirit, everything IS an emanation of The Divine. Perhaps if we can bring ourselves back into balance then we can bring our world back into balance. If we can re-empower the feminine, love, honour and obey Mother Earth and remember that we are all of us responsible for patriarchy then we can change the outcome. Or, even if it is the End of Days, let those days at least be days of beauty.




Friday, 6 November 2015

Earth Speaks

This work has savage beauty and wild grace, it is raw and hard and it leaves me spent, shuddering with tears. I walk out along the silver threads into the darkness, into the void to meet with the earth. I move upwards and downwards and within. I am everywhere and everyone. I am no-thing and I am nothing. In the few seconds it takes to speak these words hours have passed, suns have risen, shone and been obliterated, lifetimes have passed, aeons of time have faded into the darkness.
One
more
step
and She speaks.


In the vast silent hum of the cosmos - I AM.

You are Earth's Children making war on Earth's Children.


I am watching you.



I weep.
I weep.
My heart weeps.

There is supposed to be balance.
Where there is balance there is beauty.



I am asking you,
I am telling you,
RESTORE BALANCE.





Monday, 26 October 2015

Sovereignty and violence

As I get into my stride with the oracle I will post videos of the work as it happens, but for now the beginning shape of this is writing based on what I am being told. I am being asked to be a voice for one who is not voiceless at all, but who's voice is not being listened to by many. She is speaking to us in every moment, in all that lives. Everything is an omen. 


In setting up this blog; in enquiring of the Spirits and of Earth herself what the focus was to be, I was instructed over and over again that there should be an emphasis on balance between masculine and feminine energies but no gender bias. We all contain masculine and feminine energies, no matter how 'butch' or how 'girlie' we see ourselves; every man contains and inner feminine (receptive, intuitive, nurturing, the be-er) and every woman contains an inner masculine (active, striving, protective, the do-er).                


But the first thing I have been asked to talk about is violence against women. I cannot think of a more visceral example of a total imbalance between the masculine and the feminine than this. Last night it filled my dreams, this morning my tongue can taste it's bitterness on the air. When the feminine is subjected to violence that violence is done to the feminine in all things, in all of us, in the man perpetrating that violence - his inner feminine is wounded too.  When the masculine lies sleeping within women we do ourselves no service at all, our inner warrior does not protect us, does not stand up and fight for us.


The statistics for violence against women make blood chilling reading, depending on where you look for your figures anywhere between 35% and 70% of women worldwide have been subjected to violence during their lifetime, much of it sexual violence. More women die by violence than are killed by cancer or heart disease or any other single disease. Although the majority of violence globally is done to women within the supposed safety of their own homes there is also increasing evidence to suggest that violence against women as a tool of war is on the increase. In a twisted way this makes perfect sense - women's bodies, like the earth, reproduce. We are the cauldron, the container from which life flows. In this sense we are the Earth. So to make war upon women's bodies and suppress them is to make war upon the spirit of the land itself, to make war upon the sacred.

The duty and job of the masculine (in all of us) is to protect the creative ground of the feminine, literally and figuritively. When the masculine performs this function and does it with deep honouring the feminine can fully surrender under his care. Thus he is created King - he is The Guardian. The land, the feminine, women's bodies - these are sovereignty; sovereignty being "absolute, supreme and ultimate dominion and authority".  WITHIN EACH OF US - The Guardian must protect The Land.




Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Welcome to Earth Temple UK

In the beginning was the word.......and the word was truthfully spoken.


Since the time before time was counted, in the days before Eve ate the apple and for many centuries thereafter people made temples in honour of the Mother of All Things, The Cosmic Womb. In these places they entreated and prayed, supplicated and celebrated, sought and offered healing and listened to the words of Seers, Prophets and Oracles. The first of these oracles was Earth, she was the utterer - she who speaks from the uterus - from her connection to the The Cosmic Womb. She spoke the words given by her communion with that womb; the source of all and place of no-thing.


Since the time of this first oracle the temples have been re-dedicated over and over again to different Gods with different names and different agendas. Currently the god is Commerce and the agenda is acquisition, the temples are shopping malls and gambling halls and we have lost our connection to the sacred. Through the creation of Earth Temple I seek to bring about the re-instatement of a relationship with Earth that is all about gratitude for our one and only home, honouring the Mother of All Things and listening to what she has to say.  I believe that we live in a fully connected and sentient world. All things are related and are part of one whole living system which is enspirited.


Although the oracular work will initially be undertaken by a group of women, sisters united in their desire to bring to our relationship with Earth and every living thing into a state of balance and wholeness, there is no emphasis on the feminine in this work. There will be a spirit of friendship between the masculine and the feminine, one of equal but different. The feminine principle is that of receptive - she will receive the word. The masculine principle is active - he will make possible it's delivery. Neither of these statements having anything to do with gender. Both will stand in the place between, inhabiting the liminal boundary between this world and the other. We feel that it is incredibly important to bring about healing and wholeness for both masculine and feminine, that none of us can be free from the limiting and destructive paradigm in which we currently live until all of us are free. Let the polarity between masculine and feminine be that of partnership, union and mutual respect, not that of a stand-off.

The first stage of establishing this temple is it's existence as an on-line resource. This page is a community page and I encourage all who come here to participate in speaking on behalf of the beautiful green-blue jewel upon which we live or on behalf of the Womb of All from whence all life came. Please do this with integrity, report what has genuinely been your experience from a place of emptiness and openness, not from a place of judgement.

It is my understanding that it is not the Earth that needs healing - it is our broken relationship with Earth. We have forgotten that She is Sacred, we have forgotten to be respectful of all of creation and so we are in danger of annihilation and sadly will take many from the other than human worlds with us when we go - if we go. I don't believe it is too late, but there is a terrible sense of urgency in this work. We are teetering on the brink of the last minute and it seems that the only way to not fall over the precipice of this speedily shrinking moment into oblivion is to listen.

So - from a place of surrender and emptiness The Speaker - the oracle - will allow herself to be 'possessed by' the Earth, by the generative force that is the Divine. From this magical liminal place she will allow Earth to speak though her. From this same place The Listener will receive Earth's words - from mouth to ear - and will relay them here, thus becoming the speaker - you then become The Listener dear reader.......

Are you ready to listen to the words of Earth herself?