Avalon - Sully Erna

Lyrics to "Avalon"

A veil of sparkling white soothes and bathes me in the light
It feels me with the suns and visions of the ancient ones

Descend to me, and sooth my disarray
And so it's done-Hear my words Avalon

Fields are swaying like dancers in the moonlight
Rivers field with dreams-Unbroken and still promising

Descend to me, and sooth my disarray
And so it's done-Hear my words Avalon

Warm inside-open the way in
Float into the night-Embrace what's to be

Avalon 

Goddess Touched

י׳ באייר תשע"א
Mab 12

Hey! Hey! Another good thing (along with the good words from my friends) raises up my spirits today - my artisan handcrafted natural Blackthorn wand came today! Long associated with the Dark Crone aspect of Goddess and the sacred witches' Sabbat of Samhain, mystical Blackthorn works to release emotional toxins, clear the mind of baneful energies, break through the veil seemingly separating the physical and spiritual worlds, and reveal in unity the seen with the unseen.

The wood from which my Blackthorn wand was created was harvested from a large hedgerow in the Legendary Isle of Avalon, which is now the present day town of Glastonbury, England. The artist who crafted this exquisite wand has an ancient standing stone circle on her property inside which she cleansed and charged my wand under the light of the Full Moon. Entirely handcrafted, into the wood of the wand's handle is carved the magical Ogham letter straif (Gaelic/Irish for Blackthorn).

My blackthorn wand measures 16 1/2 inches in length and about 3/4 inch at the base.

I love my beautiful Blackthorn wand!

Ancient Feminine Mystery

Keowulf 23

"Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score years
And bright ships left you this or that in fee:"
["Portrait d'Une Femme", Ezra Pound]

This morning, on the heels of acquiring my first batch of woad, I dreamt.

Of Avalon. I was pure spirit in the dream and being shown about the Island paradise, both up close and from a place hovering over the surface of the earth from a distance from which I could see entire continents. Avalon was both ancient and new, still in existence.

It was explained to me that the island was so exquisite because it went through cycles of cataclysmic renewal. Each cataclysm served to rebirth and further the evolution of the land in ways not given to other lands. This is why Avalon was so much more evolved and beautiful than other lands. Its evolution was focused, directed and managed with Active Will.

I was also shown that Avalon as an island lay in the middle of the Sea to the east off the eastern shore of South America, at least according to the arrangement of the lands as we currently experience them in this epoch of the planet.

I woke up, and looked up a world map to see what was in the sea off the eastern shore of South America now. The Atlantic Ocean is there.

Investigating further, one interesting fact about the Atlantic Ocean is that there exists inside the ocean sea another sea called the Sargasso Sea. The Sargasso Sea is the only sea in the world without shores. Its shores are in the mist to the common mind, hidden within the waters of eternity. The ocean water in the Sargasso Sea is "distinctive for its deep blue color and exceptional clarity, with underwater visibility of up to 200 feet (61 m)."

Spiritually drawn to the east coast of the USA for most of my life (particularly to the New England states), I've found another interesting fact about the deep Celtic blue Sargasso Sea as it may pertain to my own origins as a Being of the Sea and as a daughter of Celtic Avalon:

The Sargasso Sea also plays a major role in the migration of the European eel and the American eel. The larvae of both species hatch there and go to Europe or the East Coast of North America. Later in life, they try to return to the Sargasso Sea to lay eggs.

Perhaps my consciousness has returned there like the eel, to its origin on this planet, to lay an egg for a new period of evolution in my existence as a timeless Being in time.

Another interesting fact about the Sargasso Sea - within it lays the notorious Bermuda Triangle.

Taking all this together, I think my life is entering a new beginning unlike any other I've ever experienced in this lifetime.

Excalibur - Caledfwlch

Keowulf 10

Two nights ago, I dreamt.

I was a princess-prince-knight living during the Dark Ages.

For some reason, the ruling evil chief-king of the land had decided I was a traitor and put a price on my head, offering a generous reward for anyone who could kill me. It would be difficult for any bounty hunter to kill me as I was undefeated in battle.

I was a fugitive on the run. I escaped those pursuing me and made it to the border of the land where it would be harder for anyone to track me - for there it was a wild eerie untamed and enchanted forest full of danger, magical plant life and magical beings. It had a dense thick atmosphere. A river ran through it. No one had ever returned alive from the edges of the land before - few would dare pursue me into this place.

The place was beautiful in its raw wildness. Giant trees reached up into the sky - their tops high beyond sight. One giant half-fallen trunk of a tree lay at a diagonal across the river which ran through the place - the ends of the tree trunk I could not see. As I gazed at the tree trunk, it came acutely to my mind that no one had ever escaped the land before and that a party of pursuers had dared to pursue me to the edges of the land into the enchanted forest and had just entered it. I was at the very edge, the very end - there was nowhere else to flee except out of the land - and no one had ever escaped the land before. It was like an immutable law of physics - no one could escape. I stepped upon the trunk of the tree to ponder some way to do the impossible - to escape the land and the bounty hunters intent on killing me.

Suddenly, as I had stepped upon the trunk of the giant ancient tree, it flew up (as if catapulted by the touch of my feet) and out of the land like the land had been a world within a lake. I saw it from above the surface of the lake - the land lay beneath the still surface of that which appeared to be like a lake. I saw it from above the land which lay under the surface of a lake like world - I had escaped the land and my pursuers. I had done the impossible. I had transcended the law of reality which said it couldn't be done. I felt like Excalibur, held above the surface of the lake in the hand of the Lady of the Lake like in the movie The Mists of Avalon.

I woke up.

The Five Ladies of Avalon In My Life

י״ב בטבת תשע"א
Grael 15

In follow-up to my previous several entries, as my descent to the uplifting Tor and confrontation with my Ancestors are linked to Avalonian Ladies Rhiannon and Ceridwen, respectively, and as Lady Arianrhod emerged (following descent, uplifting and confrontation) as I have lived and do live my life continually like Lady Blodeuwedd, daring to be true to myself and rejecting to remain within the confining expectations of others, like Lady Branwen, integration issues forth (as described in The Tribes of my Soul).

My Guide Heulwen

ד' בטבת תשע"א
Grael 7

Tonight, as I walked from the shore of Avalon to the Mother Tree at the Isle's heart, my dark haired faery friend (as described in this blog post) followed me along the way, always staying within the cover of trees. At the Mother Tree, my faery friend disappeared and re-emerged enveloped in light as my Guide. She said nothing at all. She communicated her name ~ Heulwen ~ wordlessly. Heulwen, pronounced Haylwen, means light of the Sun. An aura of shimmering light dancing with a multitude of tiny twinkling lights surrounded her always. She wore a beautiful Celtic circlet of white gold. Her fluid white gold hair and gown blended perfectly into the light and space around her - they were all one. She was not separate at all from the environment. As we joined hands, I joined Her in this inseparable union with Avalon - my Being too glowed with the light of Her. Before we completely united at the water of the Red Spring, She revealed and spread beautiful large black Raven wings for me to see (which had been hidden until that point). I am still completely enveloped in the protective power of Her sacred wings.

Cryptic Message for My Sisters and Brothers

ב' בטבת תשע"א
Grael 5

I received my copy of Avalon Within a few days ago and undertook my first Immram to Avalon last night. I willfully completed this first Immram at the point where I stepped from the barge for the first time upon the shore of Ynys Afallon, willing to be shown my guide before proceeding any further. I thought I would be shown my guide in a follow-up dream over night. However, immediately and unexpectedly, I saw the face of a hobbit-sized dark haired faery creature peek out at me from among the island trees at the edge of a beautiful grove just off the shore landing.

Following this Immram and unexpected encounter with the faery creature of Avalon, early this morning I dreamt a dream, the details of which I am not write for the safety of one whom we have been protecting down through the ages. However, there was one portion of the dream containing a cryptic message that I am to write, and to make known to the Sisterhood (and related Brotherhood as well, which includes both my Celtic Druid and Jewish Mystical School kindred), who are working together to protect this person) even though it is dangerous to do so - for in writing it, it provides a navigational tracking fix (so to speak) for those from whom we are protecting this archetypal "person" (AND to track/locate the person who is carrying him down any particular path through time). Despite this danger, I am to write it because someone among us needs to know this encrypted information, which is:

The critical message is contained within the arrangement, as the wooden blocks are "lined up." In "lining up" the wooden blocks resting on top of his clothes (as they were left during this past period of time) in the middle drawer in his abandoned chest of drawers, as they fit together the letters become revealed. (In the dream) the letters revealed formed the doubled words "Sale Sale." The true meaning is not the obvious meaning of the words as they are seen. The true meaning is hidden within the context of this message.

Circle Of Strength

כ"ז תשרי התשס"ט
Blodlessing 28

Strength To Strength

Avalon is a mystical place where there is no pain, hunger or thirst and where no one ever ages. It is separated from the mortal eyes of humans by a veil. Home to the spirits of the ancestors, Avalon is also known as the Summerland, Annwyn, Isles of the Blessed, Isles of Apples, Tir Na nÓg (Land of the Living) and the Otherworld. Living mortals may enter Avalon in exceptional circumstances, at certain places, and in certain times. One of those times is during Samhain. The other time is during Beltane. During both Samhain and Beltane, the veil between the living mortal world and Avalon thins, enabling the worlds to touch.

As shown in the film, "The Mists of Avalon", Morgaine gives Arthur her strength on the way to Avalon (that is, from a position initiated from within the living mortal world):

Give Him Your Strength

As shown in my entry, "Candle In The Womb", Arthur gives Morgaine his strength on the way from Avalon (that is, from a position initiated from within Avalon):

Give Her Your Strength

chazak, chazak, venischazek
Let us be strong, let us be strong, and together we are strengthened.

Sabbath Soul From The Mist Of Ab Duir

כ"ו תשרי התשס"ט
Blodlessing 27

Sabbath Soul From The Mist of Ab Duir at Garden Of The Dark Moon Jubilee