Harvesting the essence from my Tinne ogham stave earlier was a powerful experience. Tinne is Unconditional Love, Balance.
Tinne can be experienced as the love of a mother, or a very masculine love. For me today, it was a strong masculine love which came through, a warm and all-enveloping love.
The Holly King of the darker half of the year, but also the love of Jesus came through as well, totally unexpectedly. This love brooks no compromise. This love is pure. This love will strip away all that poses as pseudo love. Pretend love. Sugary love. This love is raw, is real.
As soon as I held my ogham stave for harvesting, I knew this was an essence I stand greatly in need of right now. Gaslighting from one direction as to the ‘happy times’ we had on holiday when I was growing up; another person betraying my trust in other ways, yet who would claim love for me; these are not love. Not the Love the Holly King and the Christ bring us.
Abuse can pose as love. The Holly King and the Christ offer true love, unconditional love – and ask that we grow in this in how we in turn love.
Tonight I send this essence out to all those who need this Love, and who are tired of behaviour posing as love.
Today was the harvesting of Duir from my ogham stave, a couple of days late following the New Moon because of being away on a therapy course.
Duir, sacred to the druids, is a tree of immense strength. It is also a gateway tree, gateway to inner truth, inner knowledge. After attuning with the Celtic Reiki essence Schumann for rebalancing, I asked permission to harvest the essence of the Duir which gave my ogham being.
Immediately I sensed great heat from the ogham stave, and felt drawn to press it into my hara/dantien. It rested there for some time, a fire burning brightly but steadily.
Drawn into the fire, I passed through this oak fire and found myself at the sacred fire of Brighid – a warm welcome from Her, welcoming me home to Her. Resting a while, I sensed when it was time to leave. Her fire came back with me, a fire in my hara. Strength. Courage for the journey ahead.
Now I send this essence out to any who need. It is an essence of warm strength, of welcome from Brighid.
Huathe. As the May blossom cascades from the Hawthorn, there is protection and sanctuary to be found for those brave enough to draw close to her thorns.
Traditionally associated with healing of the physical heart, she reaches out too with a potent balm for healing of the inner heart, the emotional core of our being. She may pierce us with her thorns, but it is in order that she might draw us in for healing.
A safe place when we are in need of refuge.
A place where we can learn her boundaries.
Are you brave enough to embrace her thorns for healing? She would like to offer you her balm, too.
Balm for your heart. Your soul.
I have found much to inspire me at The Path of She, having first come across Karen via her book ‘Tale of the Lost Goddess’, the story of a womans search for meaning in her life, and the journey inwards and her meeting with Hecate.
Today Karen shared a powerful meditation for meeting and uniting with the Green Man, the lover god. The meditation can be found here
Tonight I will delve deeply into this.
Karen has also written with great honesty and integrity about her first encounter with Him for Witches & Pagans, also worth a read for the Beltane Mysteries.
May your Beltane be blessed with the joy of Him.
In preparation for the New Moon tomorrow, I harvested the essence from my wee Ash (Nuin) Ogham. An essence of deep integration, Nuin offers balance and integration; a place where physical and spiritual meet, past and present.
How I experienced the harvesting of this essence was of a pull deep within my hara and solar plexus areas; a pull inwards, but which then extended outwards into my aura.
In unprocessed trauma the past remains present, and I sensed a reaching from this essence into all the yet dissociated emotional parts of me, a call for them to become integrated within me.
A few months ago I harvested the essence from a lovely, very gracious Ash who dwells across the field from where I live. She is Flo-Ash, a tree who offered me comfort and an outlet for grief when a beloved dog of mine died. So Ash/Nuin is about integration of emotions, from the past and the present.
Tonight I send the Ogham-Nuin essence newly harvested out to those in search of integration of emotions, and of integration of dissociated parts of their being. With Nuin I know this work, this deeper integration, is truly possible.
Last month, Fearn (Alder) accompanied me as a warrior in remembering the past, facing further emerging memories of childhood abuse.
Today I harvested Saille (Willow) from my ogham. She greeted me with an unequivocal message: the deeper the pain, the deeper the trauma, the more we allow our emotions to carve out the inner depths of our being, the ever greater capacity for healing we have. Tough love from a truly beautiful tree.
Saille generally is about intuition, emotion, sexuality, trauma, and physical illness caused by trauma. Martyn Pentecost gives us this message from Saille:
‘Never underestimate the value of who you are…My essence will help you to heal, to alleviate pain and dis-ease…My magic reminds you that you are an amazing person…Be exactly who you are and always cherish your uniqueness.’
(Martyn Pentecost, The Little Book of Celtic Reiki Wisdom, mPowr Publishing 2015).
It seems we have to plunge ever deeper within to emerge into the fullness of who we are, which is our gift to the world. Sending this powerful essence out now to those who need it.
Straif (Blackthorn) is associated with trauma, with pain.
A few days ago I went on a shamanic journey in search of a ghost-child soul-fragment of my 12-year-old self.
I found her – Gray – Frozen in time. She spoke her first words to me since leaving me at that age, when my grandmother died. It is too soon for her to return fully to me; she has yet to trust me with the full memory of what caused her to leave, but I can visit her, talk with her, whenever I want.
Returning to myself, I listened to some deeply relaxing binaural music, and sent Straif as an essence back in time to my ghost-child. While I knew Reiki could be sent back in time, this was not something I had ever done before.
Now I know that sending Reiki to those fragmented parts of us is deeply healing. My ghost-child is no longer gray. She is returning to life.
Yesterday I saw the first Blackthorn out as I went on a day course entitled ‘Child Sexual Abuse: Hope for Healing’. A timely omen from nature.
Today, at this New Moon, I harvested an essence from my Fearn Ogham.
She is very much the Spiritual Warrior, possessed of Fire, of the clarity to see and face truths previously avoided.
Fearn is traditionally associated with both Fire and Water, but my wee ogham embodies Fire predominantly.
Before harvesting, I was torn as to whether to stay with the Graves order, or to follow the order I learnt while studying with OBOD (the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids). I was drawn to the latter, sensing the need of this powerful warrior in facing what has been avoided, of knowing Her strength.
Ogham-Fearn is now sent out to all those who need this strength, as well as to those already embracing her in their lives.
A dark place
Trees tower above me, sheltering, shielding
A glimpse of antler
I am protected.
Yesterday I shared a powerful healing Sacred Meal with an Interfaith Minister friend of mine.
It was largely to share within ritual space some of my journey with emerging memories of MDSA as a child. To share healing. To place this trauma in the hands of the One who is my Source, the One to whom I will return, and the One who is my Light along the way.
We blessed each others bodies with salt water. Blessed my lovely Brighid statue, which I surrounded with my Northern Tamarisk beads and gems sacred to Brighid.
I shared my emerging memories in the form of a litany of grief: grief for the girl raped by her adoptive mother; grief for the girl who was made to experience oral sex at such a young age; grief for the girl who nearly died at her mothers hands; grief as well for a father unwittingly coerced into more covert sexual abuse.
These memories, written on a piece of paper, were placed along with my vows made into the hands of Brighid at Imbolc under her statue.
I am grateful for the sacred friendship offered. For a true Anam Cara. For the possibility of healing.