Following the Reindeer

I feel the need to reblog this piece honouring those that follow the reindeer in the light of the awful news that because there is oil to be had, Russia is ordering a mass cull of reindeer, which basically amounts to culling the entire culture. It’s always profit before people and they will find any excuse to destroy those still living in traditional ways because they can’t make any money out of them.

On Yamal Peninsula, the administration has announced that it wants to slaughter 250,000 of the currently 700,000 reindeer living on the peninsula. At the same time, the Russian Ministry of Natural Resources is speeding up the development of new gas fields in the Arctic. Between June and September, a subsidiary of Russia’s second gas producer “NOVATEK” has received 4 licenses for areas located on the Yamal and Gydan Peninsulas in the region. Many herders may lose their means of existence.


This week has been quite intense spiritually. First, someone asked to see me for some shamanism. Before sleeping, I asked to be given some guidance on this and dreamed I was collecting jay feathers. The next morning on my walk, I found a beautiful jay feather and also a large crow feather under the oak where I meditate. The next night I dreamed I was gathering up huge amounts of crow feathers and I was shown two trees. The one on the right was full of crows and into the one on the left were flying orbs of pure white light, like bird-sized comets; a tree of Crows and a tree of Souls.


The following night I dreamed of hugging a tree in which were hanging all my shamanic paraphernalia, like in this picture.


Then, a young Irish traveller boy came and said to me, what do you know…

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A Holy Well and the Sacredness of Water


Kundalini Shakti expresses so often as water in my dreams. Whether rain, snow, river or sea, water in dreams, in its various forms, is always God talking to us. Recently, in an altered state of consciousness, the full moon, so intimately connected to water, rose in my third eye and a vision ensued.

I found I was walking up a hill to a beautiful white castle, looking behind me I could see a calm ocean. I entered the castle and turned to look out of the windows. I saw the ocean waves had become huge, much higher than the castle and that in fact the ocean was on all sides, that this great castle was a small insignificant object within this great ocean which was threatening to completely engulf it. This experience was terrifying but beautiful and as I returned to this world I asked, what was the meaning.

A voice said,  It is consciousness searching for the parts of you, it has not yet found.

In the garden of our new house, near Bantry, in the West of Ireland, is something very special. Sheltered in a tiny grove of elder and holly, is a holy well. The well was overgrown and covered in corrugated iron but we are slowly but surely restoring its beauty. I felt a strong spiritual connection to the well immediately and its holiness was confirmed to me when a shaman came in a dream and together, we placed medicinal plants all around it. The shaman said, we are creating an altar.  

We are deeply honoured by the presence of this ancient source and it will be the sacred centre of our new home.