Updated: Sep 11, 2020
I am compelled to share a story with you…
I am sharing these experiences in this newsletter to give an idea, if you trust, commit and open your mind, how the ancestors are ready to share their wisdom with you. Once we learn to speak the magical language of the runes and interpret their signs how easily the doors can open.
Over the last month I have been lost in the quagmire of pain, from a pulled ligament in my neck to a tooth that snapped, leaving three angry roots awake most nights. I was within these tortuous nights that Merlin began to show himself to me, in visions and teachings that are to lead me on a new path. A path which helps navigate the minefield of adolescence.
The first channeling came about 4:00 am as I tried to snatch a few moments of, well needed sleep. I was transported back to my own youth. It was the late 70's and I was about fourteen, walking across the green, lush summer sports fields Chipping Norton Comprehensive School.
I was pulled up in my tracks by four feathers falling slowly and purposefully from the heavens above. Each landed perfectly on top of one another. A spirit appeared beside me, who I instantly knew was Merlin.
“Do you know what plumes they are boy?”
“Yes, Owl on the bottom, then Raven next, then Eagle and the one on the top is a Hawk feather.”
I was not in the slightest perturbed by a ghostly Wizard appearing beside me and the question felt perfectly natural.
“The Owl is Quenivere, the Raven is me, the Eagle is Arthur and the Hawk the Lover. Say the first letter of each bird and repeat the word back to me.”
“O, R, E...H. Oo-rey.”
“Good, you seem to be getting the hang of this, but where I want to take you is far back in time so say them in reverse.”
“H, E, R, O. Hero!”
“Exactly Boy this is where the Hero's journey begins. Where I take you now, you will be but a mist. Watch, listen and learn, all will become clear as we journey.” The ghostly wizard clapped his hands and my young self was transported back in time.
To some it may seem strange that I didn't question any of this, for when I was young, I was incredibly spiritually gifted. I had to suppress my visions, and experiences constantly.
It was early morning and I was part of the morning mist, in front of me was a boy of similar age, staring up at a small group of warriors on top of a cascading waterfall above. The warrior who was quite obviously the leader, shouted down to the boy below.
“This is your time, your moment to understand the changes that are about to take place in you. We will be back in three days, during this time you must kill a fish with your bare hands, kill a bird with your bare hands and kill a rabbit with your bare hands. You will learn about life, the taking of it and how its energy can fuel your own. You will eat each of the animals honouring their flesh as your fire for life, for they have not gone but become part of you. Stand up, be strong, take control of your own destiny.”
The warriors spurred their mounts and galloped away.
I hovered above the boy, although we were of the same age, he did not seem as street wise as me, quite innocent and naïve. He didn’t do much for quite some time, then finally stood and made his way to the pool below the falls. The shallow pool was inhabited by several fish, large and small. They all darted between the shadows created by some large boulders that also occupied the pool.
The boy waded into the water, it was pointless trying to catch the small fry with his hands, so he spied the shallows until he found a big silver salmon, his shiny skin glinted and flashed in the morning sunlight. Pouncing at the fish in random attacks, the boy had no chance, until finally he slipped on a green slimy rock and cracked his head.
Rejected and disenchanted he flopped on to the stony bank, glancing back at the pool to catch the final glimpse of the salmon as he leapt into the falls and powered his way over the top. It was like the final insult, telling the boy he was out of his league.
The rest of the day passed in fast forward, I watched as the sun streaked quickly across the sky and disappeared in the west, the stars flickering on and off like fireflies. The boy slept and did not move, until the sun returned once more.
In the morning, as he sat up, he had abandoned all hope of catching a fish and his head was still sore. He left the area of the pool and went in search of a bird. I watch as he crouched in the long grass and approached an elegant swan, sat upon its nest. The bird hissed but the boy was not deterred, he stalked his prey closer and closer until finally the swan’s patience ran out and she attacked the boy. Pecking and slicing with her razor tongue and eventually knocking the boy, sending him tumbling in the air with a blow from her powerful wings. The boy's nose was bloody, and his pride hurt. So, he retreated to find a softer avian target.
Back nearer to pool he spied a nest in a tree, occupied by some noisily chirping Robin chicks. A bird is a bird, a chick is a bird and nowhere near as hard as a swan to catch.
The robin's nest was high in a Hawthorne tree. The boy had to navigate the tree's armour to get close to the branch where the nest was located. The robin parents were driven away by the boy's approach and heralded a loud distress call from a safe distance.
The branch got narrower and narrower the closer to the nest the boy came. He reached out his hand to snatch one of the chicks, but this redistribution of weight was the death knoll for this attempt and sent him plummeting to the earth. His fall, being broken by the thorny branches of the tree. The Robin's returned to their nest, the Hawthorne having done its job.
The boy huddled up in a ball nursing his wounds as the rest of the day flew by, once more in fast forward. The dawn gave birth to the third day, one more day the ordeal would be over. This was his day to catch and eat a rabbit. Hunger has a great way of focusing the mind on the task ahead, maybe this was the incentive he needed.
Away from the pool was a rolling meadow where numerous rabbits grazed on the sweet meadow flowers, then basked in the morning sun. The boy ran like a bull in a china shop, dashing this way and that. Run, leap, fall, repeat. His energetic approach had not had the desired effect and the lack of nutrients meant his batteries were low.
He resorted to stealthily crawling on his belly towards the older bunnies sleeping in the warming sun. The boy became one with the environment. He became the meadow. He got so close to the older rabbits he could see into their eyes. He reached out and touched a sleeping doe with soft brown fur. The doe opened her amber eyes and the boy was lost in their beauty, enchanted by their gentleness and in the moment, he began to empathize with the rabbit. With a twitch and a flash, she was gone from his grasp.
Once more dejected he returned to the pool. He was ravishingly hungry and scavenged for anything to eat, to quench his hunger and restore some clarity to his thoughts.
Between some damp boulders, on a soggy patch of moss he found three mushrooms, small spindly with brown dots on top. He took a quick nibble, they tasted ok, just like mushrooms and gobbled down his find.
He lay down to sleep and once more the day flew by in fast forward, but this time, as he slept, he was surrounded by a rainbow of colours. Merlin appeared once more and spoke to the boy in his slumber.
“Failing is only a sin when you learn nothing from it. Each opportunity is a key to wisdom, but it is the fear of rejection that obscure our vision. So, in each of your trials there was a lesson to be observed. Sleep now and absorb these teachings.” The wizard disappeared with the rising sun.
It was not long until his father would return, and he had failed each of the tests. The boy turned as he heard in the distance the gruff coughing sound of a bear coming closer. The boy climbed to the top of the fall to get a better view of his hunter. The bear saw the boy, the boy saw the bear and the pantomime sprang into action. The bear was making a good pace, but of the two trees at the top of the falls the boy chose the thinner for his retreat.
Bears can climb trees better than boys, don’t fight a fish in its best playing field. The bear was big and heavy it was less comfortable to climb a skinny tree.
In no time the boy was at the top of the slight tree, with the bear in full pursuit. Closer and closer the boy shinnied out onto a skinny branch, just like the he did as he approached the Robin's nest. The bear and the boy stopped and for a frozen moment stared at each other. Just like the doe rabbit, the boy knew the bear could not come any further. The bears weakness was his desire to catch the boy, just as the boy’s weakness was sympathy the rabbit. His prey drive drove him on, and the tree leaned dangerously over the fall. “A little more bear” thought the boy and the confidence in the man-child's smile sent the bear into frenzy. The boy leapt from the tree limb for the far side of the fall as the big, heavy bear crashed onto the rocks below.
The boy reached the bear in just enough time to see the life fade from his eyes. With his final breath the essence of the bear entered the boy.
Within moments his father and the other warriors appeared at the fall above. Looking down he addressed his son.
“Did you kill a fish?”
“Did you kill a Bird?”
“Did you kill a Rabbit?”
“What did you do son?”
“I failed three times but learnt from my mistakes.”
“To what end?”
“I killed this bear before me father.”
The warriors all began to laugh. One of the younger ones shouted out “What with your bare hands?” laughing loudly.
“No with wisdom.”
“Come son let us be gone and get you back to your mother. There will be other trials.” The warlord beckoned his son.
“Yes, do come Artorius for that is now your name”
Merlin showed me how Arthur got his name, and the medicine of failure. I hope you have enjoyed my tale,