Unexpected Shaman (1)

There are now 6 parts to Steve’s amazing journey, which reads like a real-life mystical adventure of the greatest kind. Start here and keep reading, you will not be disappointed:

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Defying Conformity

I delight in the yellow

dandelion who lifts

her yellow head

above my neighbor’s lawn

to defy conformity


Taken on the edge of my neighbor’s perfect chem-lawn

Please stop using chemicals on your lawn. A natural lawn benefits your body, allows for natural diversity, and for bees and other wildlife to thrive. A chemical lawn deadens the Earth and its inhabitants, leaches toxic chemicals into our water supply and therefore compromises the health and wellbeing of all.


I love my beautifully diverse natural lawn

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My Birds of Truth

The chickadees are hanging out in the apple tree this morning, pecking away at the blossoms. Yesterday the blue jay held reign in the tree, peering at me while I spoke, making sure I knew it was observing me, even though it kept quiet. I call them my Birds of Truth. Although their look and demeanor are vastly different, the two birds both speak to me of the power of the voice and the inherent truth that resides within.


The chickadee, with its cheery disposition, often follows my path. Despite its small size, it is bold. The chickadee sings the beautiful, melodious notes of its name, and appears to exist in a constant state of joy. It reminds me that Truth is gentle, yet strong; in its truest state it is unabashed joy, which comes forth in the clearest notes of the voice.


The blue jay, who wears the color of the throat chakra boldly in its feathers, is another constant companion, but with a very different energy. Its voice, when it calls out, is not pretty or melodious, but harsh and bold. It reprimands and reminds. Speak! it tells me, Don’t hold back your words. The blue jay calls out when I hold back my voice, reminding me of its power. Then it appears, as it did just know outside my window, in quiet, yet obvious beauty, as though in recognition. Good job, it tells me without opening its beak, you are on the right path. 

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The Raven Spirit


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Since my visit to the Nest, I have felt haunted. There is a restlessness inside of me; one which my rational mind has tried to reason with. If you were meant to be there, you’d be there. You have work to do here, it tells me. The work often seems illusive as I try to focus past the longing and stay in the moment of present time and space. The tears of frustration, I allow to escape when I am alone. I tell myself I am content to stay in a place that has never felt like home, but it comes with the condition of  purpose. I have learned a lot about myself in these three weeks. For one thing, I quite like the idea of having a clearly defined purpose. A purpose that I can act upon at any moment, unwavering and steadfast. Being idle and directionless does not appeal to me, and so I am in the midst of a great test.

The raven, though, is ever-present. This guide who has come into my life, and who has perhaps been there much longer than I have noticed. When the mind becomes quiet, though, the raven appears. It tells me, Open your eyes. Remember. The land is alive everywhere. The only division is inside of the mind. There is magic everywhere. Find it!


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The curved black beak of the raven opens to eat doubt and fear. Its head turns to look, making sure I see how the flesh is stripped from the bones of the dead until only the core remains. It is ruthless in its devouring. The raven holds no mercy for the weak and wavering. Death, to the raven, is a necessary passage to Life.

Don’t be ridiculous, it tells me. Of course you know why you are here. You’ve always known. 

And so I relent. Allowing its fierce beak to devour the skin of the old self, while my cells stir into rebirth. Death is rarely a pleasant event, but the more one relinquishes the hold on the old, the easier it is to endure.

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A Monday in Bakewell

Sue Vincent tells the tale of a recent visit to the church in Bakewell, England, which is rich in a history that expands several centuries:

Source: A Monday in Bakewell

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Spirit Animals

Wonderful post about Spirit Animals by Running Elk:

Shamanic Paths

This post is based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye  (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016. Whilst I have attempted to retain some of the flavour, and changes in direction, of the actual talk, the interactive elements of the exploration are absent, and since most of it was done “on  the hoof”, it is not really a true reflection of the session. Many of the sections are expanded considerably from that presented on the day…


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Whether we recognise it or not, we receive guidance, often in areas in which we have no direct experience, from what can only be considered an “external” source. This “subconscious” guidance may be considered to emanate from many sources, including “spirit animals“.

Belief in spirit, and spirit guidance, is firmly…

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A magical path

Wonderful explanation of True magic by Sue Vincent of the Silent Eye School:

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