Reining in the kids…

Dearest Children of Horus,

I’m laying the line down here, as it’s difficult to know where else to put it; and, frankly, to leave the current situation to find its natural end is no longer tenable.

You mess with dark forces, you play with the big boys. You mess with dark forces, you can’t just “change your mind” and walk away unscathed. Once you are in, you are in. There is no easy way of removing yourself from that “relationship”. There is a price to pay. A very great price, indeed.

Here is the thing.

When you walk through the worlds, you meet all sorts. When you walk through the worlds, you remain immune to their wiles. When you walk through the worlds, you know their desires, their needs, their fears…

You play with these boys at your own risk. You play with these boys, you risk all. There is nothing I, or anyone, can do to extricate you from the duties and responsibilities you embraced on choosing to skip through these fields. Whatever it was you thought you’d achieve, your ego has deceived you.

Be on notice.

You can send them after me, should you so wish. They know to keep their distance. I can handle the minor irritation that their mosquito like annoyance brings. If they get too familiar, I’ll just release them from all bonds, and show them home.

You send them after my family? Not a good idea. Dark forces do not interest me. They are only following your desire. No. Instead; I’ll come looking for you!

Mark my words.

As easily as I can raise you through the heavens, I can take you to the deepest levels of hell. You obviously don’t know me as well as you think you do: for I would have no qualms in leaving you there.

After all, this was the game you chose to play…

Your ever loving,
Uncle Anubis

Posted in Self Awareness, Travels | Tagged , , , , , , | 16 Comments

The Adventurer’s Hidden Magic

And now, for something completely different…

Sun in Gemini

“Strike man, strike!”

Those were the last words of Sir Walter Raleigh, spoken to an executioner who was taking his time, at the end of one of the most colourful lives of the whole Elizabethan era. The attitude–not of defiance, but of expediency–typified this adventurer’s life.

Raleigh had charmed Elizabeth I, but failed to do so with her successor, James I of England, who inherited the throne on the death of the childless ‘Virgin Queen’ in 1603. Despite the religious horrors of her early years, Elizabeth was pragmatic about religion, and actively sought to calm the religious stresses that the ‘bloody reign’ of her half-sister, Queen Mary I, had unleashed.

Raleigh was born into a strongly Protestant and well-connected family in Devon. Their lives had been blighted by religious persecution, and the aspiring Raleigh fitted Elizabeth’s cause well. As a young soldier of seventeen, he began a three year period…

View original post 1,501 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The Eye of The Storm

Beautiful, touching and inspirational in equal measure. Enjoy!

Pilgrim's Way

PathThere are times, I think, when ritual is both too much and not enough. Anyone who practises will probably understand what I mean. The ‘constraints’ of ritual pattern and structure are, on occasion, insufficient to meet the needs of the spirit, and instead one feels a deep and overwhelming need for something simpler…more spontaneous. This past equinox was just one of those occasions.

After yet another tiring day of extreme work-related stress and upset I went for my usual chill out time in the garden with a brew. I found a large stone in the garden which I sat holding and turning over and over in my hand whilst watching the sun begin His western decent. I started to reflect on the week, the month, the season, the year and all those things which have been, the things I’ve not achieved, the reasons why I haven’t achieved them, the things…

View original post 734 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Sugar and Spice and all things nice…

Finding your inner witch…

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

Hmm! A broomstick’s all very well and good, but it doesn’t half chafe the gusset area!

Oh! How the ramifications of, and early training in, this little ditty still trip girls and women up!

‘…all things nice…’ Think about it and weep, or grind your teeth, or shriek in an unladylike manner and divest yourself of that ‘nice’ label.

The Scottish Play, in which I am playing a witch (sorry, couldn’t resist!), is bringing up whole washing lines of dark garments, all of which sag sinisterly and resist the pole’s desperate attempt to make them fly in the wind and, thus, disperse some of the damp and dank odour of nastiness!

But, the way I see it, though bloody uncomfortable and, at times, upsetting, this unconventional ‘therapy’ is producing pearls from the rough grit that so annoys your average oyster (an apt image, let me tell you!).

I have…

View original post 673 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Fairy tales: Faces Glimpsed in the Forest

Once upon a time, Jan took a look at some of the older tales which have been adapted into the children’s favourites we know today, and delves into their darker origins…

Many of us have grown up with the older versions of fairy tales, visceral stories that were handed down from generation to generation. I certainly recall the earlier folk tales, devouring each tale with zeal, especially those of the Brothers Grimm. The Brothers collected and revised an enormous number of oral and written narratives covering […]

via Fairy tales: Faces Glimpsed in the Forest — strangegoingsonintheshed


Posted in Uncategorized | 8 Comments

Faces of Afghanistan

Afghanistan has long been a crossroads, through which so many peoples of the world have passed. If you can’t see the face of your family, or your friends, or your neighbours in this wonderful portrait of the Afghani people, you haven’t looked closely enough…

“In Afghanistan, you don’t understand yourself solely as an individual. You understand yourself as a son, a brother, a cousin to somebody, an uncle to somebody. You are part of something bigger than yourself. – Khaled Hosseini.”

Steve Mc Curry’s images should remind us, we are all cousins…

Steve McCurry's Blog

They are everywhere, these individuals of undaunted humankind,
irrepressibly optimistic and proud.
The Carpet Wars, Christopher Kremmer

Kabul, Afghanistan

Kabul, Afghanistan

Bamiyan, Afghanistan

Baghlan, Afghanistan

Yet even at their most turbulent, the Afghans have tended to impress
travellers with 
their dignity and hospitality
as much as their fierce independence.
– William Dalrymple,  author of
Return of a King: The Battle for Afghanistan 1839–42


Kunduz, Afghanistan

Kayan, Afghanistan

Baghlan, Afghanistan


This is Abdul Hadi. He is a teacher in the woodworking school of the
Institute of Turquoise Mountain, in Kabul, Afghanistan, where he teaches jali woodwork (latticework). He was a woodworker at the court of the last king of Afghanistan, and then for some 35 years did not have a chance to practice his skills, due to the successive conflicts.

Parwan, Afghanistan

Bamiyan, Afghanistan

Kabul, Afghanistan


In Afghanistan, you don’t understand yourself solely as an individual.

View original post 335 more words

Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

Shape-shifting (Part 1)

This series of posts are based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye  (a modern mystery school) “The Feathered Seer” weekend in 2017. Whilst I have attempted to retain some of the flavour 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…


“Boy Mood 2” (found at

Not sure what I was thinking, really. It’s a massive topic, and whilst I did mention this during a previous exploration session, in 2016 on Spirit Animals, I somehow found myself agreeing to attempt the subject the following year.

April 2017 came far too quickly, and finding myself, the night before the session, scratching down a few notes on the back of a Corn Flake packet, was rather concerned that I simply didn’t have enough to fill the hour assigned.

I shouldn’t have worried. The elements of this post were barely covered, as the interactive elements went much deeper than I could ever have anticipated, and I found myself shoe-horning in elements of later parts in a vain attempt to give full coverage of the planned discussion points.


What is it about shape-shifting that is so hard? We are ALL masters of shape-shifting. We simply don’t recognise the shape-shifting that we do, every day of our lives. Indeed, it is such a powerful urge within us, that we simply cannot help ourselves.

Child’s Play
Copyright: Ni Qin / Getty Images

Of course, we are not nearly as good at it now, as adults, as we once were. As children, shape-shifting comes so naturally, that we never question the reality of it. That little guy on the right is NOT wearing goggles and a cape in order to “play” Superheroes. He is, for all intents and purposes, a fully fledged superhero; capable of feats of incredible strength, leaping buildings in a single bound, saving the planet at every turn.

As adults, we dismiss “whatever it is he is doing” as “imagination”. How is it that we forget that, for him, the experience of donning the cloak and goggles goes way beyond what we adults mean by “imagination”. Have we forgotten what it was like to lose all sense of self in the deepest moments of “play”?

Without the “self”, only the Superhero remains…

Whilst we may grow out of goggles and capes, we remain bound by the possibilities offered us through the art of shape-shifting. We go to work, and present as the perfect employee or the perfect boss; coming home we shift to become the perfect partner, the perfect mother, the perfect son; on a night out we are the life and soul of the party, the best friend, the jovial host.

Yet, deep down, if we were truly honest with Self, we are none of these things; and all of these things. It’s just incredibly difficult to be all of them at the same time.

Artist unknown
(Found on pinterest)

Our teenage years taught us this; if nothing else. Who can forgot the horror of turning the corner with our friends, each in full-on hyper-cool mode, and bumping into our parents? All “cool” segues immediately into unbearable, incredibly annoying, complete and utter embarrassment; as they remind us to be home by a certain time, or that we have to do our chores before it gets dark, or (god forbid) our Mother cleans some dirt from our face with her own spit on a kerchief… By our later teens, we usually develop coping mechanisms for such incidents.

Yet they remain, quite possibly, one of our greatest sources of stress, well into late adulthood for some. Our perfect husband doesn’t “quite” make the grade as the man we have described to our colleagues; our perfect child is a complete brat in sophisticated company; and we constantly fear getting caught out, at any moment, in a whole range of situations that we never feel fully prepared for, yet, ever cool, have claimed to be “down with”…

Ironically, it is the coping mechanisms we develop as teenagers that allow us to deny any form of shape-shifting in our day-to-day lives; choosing instead to believe, a self-imposed fantasy, that we present the same persona in all and every situation.

Far from being ever constant, our persona shifts constantly, as we change masks, effortlessly, in order to meet the circumstance of each situation in which we find ourselves throughout the day. As we shape-shift to accommodate everybody else’s needs, expectations and desires, we run the risk of losing our truest self.

The shape-shift that most of us executed to be here this weekend?

We never even considered it.

(Part 2 – coming soon)


Posted in Introduction to shamanism, Self Awareness, Shaman tools | Tagged , | 22 Comments