Tadhg’s Journal: So, What Do You Do When Nothing Happens?

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Excerpt from Tadhg’s Journal: What do you do when nothing happens? Today was such a day for me – not that I’m complaining. It’s just that I like to keep active, but I realise that sometimes its good to slow down or even pause. But, today I didn’t have much choice. Nothing seemed to happen. It was as if time had stood still.

I read a lot, as you know, and some of the books I read are spiritual, motivational, even mystic-al etc, and there certainly does seem a lot going on in some of those authors lives. But, you and I know that not every day is like that.

True, if you read and believe some of those books, you’ll find that every day that that Christian author opens their front door they are greeted by the seraphim. Or the Arch Druid climbs out of bed only to find breakfast is being cooked by a whole ‘platoon’ of obliging elemental spirits, or a light-worker sees auras around everyone and can instantly diagnose a suitable remedy for their ailment or predicament and does so, or a latter-day Celt has discovered the translation of an ‘unknown rune’. At least that’s what you are told is happening if you read some of those books. And, it can leave one with the impression that everything is happening to everyone else, but not to you and I.  Please, avoid those books.

Ofcourse, there are amazing days where great things happen. Co-incidence or God-incidence! Synchronicity? Cledon? And, more! But, there will be days when, seemingly, nothing happens. Today was such a day for me. Do you have days like that?

I could bore you by saying that today the highlight was that I searched high and low to buy a tin of pease pudding, had my ears syringed as my tinnitus isn’t getting any better and I have a hearing test booked for next week, or I could tell you that three replacement cinctures arrived by post today, but I wont. Oh, too late!

But as I type this, I know it’s really been a great day. God, the Source, Spirit has been active as always; the world is still spinning; babies were born and parents lovingly looked on and smiled; someone got a promotion; many ate well; my heart is still beating within my chest (and so is yours); and we have great family and friends, and more.

I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing…Silence…Waves…
–Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

Juan Ramon Jimenez

Today, a thousand and one things really happened of which we were unaware. The Source blessed you, angels lovingly guided you, elementals gaily dance around you, the Universe smiled at you, and amazing discoveries were made that will impact your life, Celt or not. In the small things, as well as the large and profound things, in the mundane and common-place a lot happened, today; and I’d say that that was a miracle. A lot really did happened today?

So, how was your day?

 

Celtic Thought For The Day: How [Not] To Be An Alchemist

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If you’ve ever watched those great tv movies of old, the ones about King Arthur, or at least that period, invariably there’s someone wanting to change a base metal into gold, or something similar. ‘Ah, alchemy’, you say. We know it’s not going to happen, though the movie is (probably) fiction so you never know, but we’ll watch the movie, anyway.

Ofcourse, when we look back to yesteryear we see things through twenty-first century eyes. The Celts of old had a different world viewpoint to us, and as best as we can, we need to develop a new way of perceiving things if we’re aiming to take hold of some of those ancient, but oh-so-relevant ways that are much-needed, today.

So, alchemy?

It may not be a word that many of us use, but the ‘idea’ behind it is known to each of us, and in many (if not all) religions and spiritualties,, it is commended.

‘I had discovered, early in my researches, that their doctrine was no mere chemical fantasy, but a philosophy they applied to the world, to the elements, and to man himself.’ W.B. Yeats,

Some alchemists, experimenters of that period, whilst not producing gold, did actually make some amazing discoveries which advanced science, so that’s something to be grateful for.

And, this got me thinking.

Thought #1: Suppose the idea of changing a cheap metal into an expensive one was never the intention of alchemists in the first place, but it only appears so now, from our mind-set, or via film-makers’ scripts which we’ve accepted blindly? Maybe, our thinking about alchemy is wrong?

‘The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.’ William Blake

Alchemists, as explorers!

Thought #2: Suppose, that real alchemy, or real alchemists are not the ones who, then, used chemistry to change (just) the appearance of things, but are people, like you and me, that change(d) events for other people, for the good?

Alchemy. There’s more!

‘If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat; if he is thirsty, give him water to  drink.’ Proverbs 25:21, The Book

So, two friends have an argument and you intercede, and their friendship is restored! Someone is about to make an unwise decision, maybe, they’re about to misuse their money or  book a not-so-good holiday destination, and you use your knowledge to prompt a different course of action, and they then use their money wisely, and are happier for it. Someone is having a tough time, and you suggest a good book for them to read that might ‘talk’ about some of the issues they’re facing, and it buoys their spirit. Someone is not well and you pray for them or lay on hands, or (just) spend time being with them and they appreciate your time and effort! Something is happening locally (or indeed on the other side of the planet) and you feel motivated to protect the environment (or,  minimise the impact)…..and so on. Then, you are an alchemist! You’ve elicited a change that would otherwise not have taken place.

Thought #3: Suppose, true alchemy takes place in the human heart, when a change occurs between two people, or perhaps even (just) within ourselves, or between us and nature – a change of understanding, a depth of thought never achieved before, something now considered that wasn’t considered before, a thought followed by an action? That’s real alchemy, and that makes us all (potential) alchemists.

‘If you correct your mind, the rest of your life will fall into place.’ Lao Tzu

Alchemists are change-makers.  Another word for alchemy is metanoia – to change one’s mind.

Twenty-first century alchemists could then be: teachers, artists, peace-makers, those involved in ritual, or authors, people who share an uplifting word at the right moment, a Christian praying for someone, a Celt extending real hospitality, a Druid performing a much-needed ritual of protection for someone in need; an artist, a musician’s song ‘enlivening’ someone’s soul, a poet’s challenging verse, people like you and me who takes steps to protect the environment and/or build-up other people, or extend a helping hand; people whose perception is changing to a glocal (global and local) viewpoint. People like us.

People who love, that’s what alchemists are.

‘Love life. Live your life with joy so you may fill the world with joy. Let no one leave your presence without feeling the joy of life.’Debasish Mridha

Thought #4: Suppose, you already are an alchemist?

 

Tadhg’s Journal: ‘When I Was A Child’, Or ‘What Do You Believe…?’

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Excerpt from Tadhg’s journal: A few of us gathered in my small, London garden, last evening, making the most of the end of the mild evenings before it all changes for winter. Much talking ensured. Much of it was not-so-deep, but, some of it was the kind of ‘putting the world to right’, and at times was ‘quite passionate’.

Whether or not one, physically, has a porch, I call it porch talk. And, so porch talk was in full flow.

One of the themes was belief, and it started out as, ‘What did you believe as a child, that you don’t believe now?’.

Mary Louise had just finished her first week of school. “I’m just wasting my  time,’ she said to her mother. ‘I can’t read, I can’t write, and they won’t let me  talk!’

I won’t write what my friends said – I want them to remain friends – but I will mention one of my beliefs, that I recounted to them. I know, you’re going to think me silly, even ‘as soppy as a box of frogs’ – but I’m too old to really worry about that – so here goes:

I said, ‘When I was younger, really young, I used to believe that dreams, after one fell asleep, were really full-scale stage productions put on by fairies, at the end of the bed.’ Everyone laughed, including me, as it was very funny. Questions were asked about what age I was, and when did I stop thinking about dreams in that way, but I couldn’t be precise. I joked and said, ‘I grew out of it by the time I was 30yo.’. Ofcourse, I grew out of it when I was still very young, but it caused everyone to roar with laughter.

Oh, we than talked about what other people believed, and how the internet was good (or bad) at disseminating weird ideas. We talked of a few. Such as: Nibiru, chem trails, aliens under Dallas airport, reports of the ‘slender man’, time-travellers seen in old photographs, two moons seen in the sky, the Queen is a shape-shifting lizard etc. Much to the merriment of all.

A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad  donning his tuxedo, she warned, ‘Daddy, you shouldn’t wear that suit.’ ‘And why  not, darling?’ ‘You know it always gives you a headache the next morning.’

One of the later themes, was, ‘What do you believe or know now, that still shocks you?. I won’t write what my friends said – I want them to remain friends – but I mentioned one of things that shocked me (and those of a nervous or theological disposition, should read no further), was to hear that someone I knew, a devout Christian, had undergone counselling because of a ‘generational curse’, and that also upset me, as……

[For those that haven’t come across the term: a ‘generational curse’ is the idea that if your granddad committed a sin, you will be punished by God. However, Ezekiel 18.1-3 ‘kills off’ that notion, as does the idea of a loving and just God, but few read about that].

I concluded the themed, and lifting the tone, by saying, by mentioning another one of my childhood beliefs, was that a toy elephant I had would come to life, but only when no one was looking. Again, everyone laughed.

I did a little epilogue, noting at how ridiculous our childhood beliefs were, and what such beliefs would be like, had they endured into adult life. I said, ‘They would be a curse’, but I’m not sure if they caught my drift. It seems to me, that partial knowledge is a dangerous thing.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a  child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.’ I  Corinthians 13:11

The childhood toy elephant I had has since long gone missing. Maybe, it walked off one night? Who knows? So, what childhood beliefs did you have? What beliefs do you have, as an adult, that hold you back? How do you deal with the latter to ensure that you have a grown-up, mature attitude?

All italicised remarks/comments etc, apart from the Biblical reference, as from: http://www.atimetolaugh.org

The Elements: In Praise Of Water

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Water.

The vast oceans, that which sustains life on Earth,
which move at the behest of the moon,
the rolling tides that contains a myriad of sea-life, from plankton to the behemoth,
that which quenches the world’s need,
and from which all nourishment is assured,
acknowledgement is given.

From clouds you pour out rain upon the Earth, and enrich it.
Mighty lakes appear from which  ancient forests of growing trees are fed,
and daily bread is produced for our table.
An abundance for many,
and a veritable gift from the Great Water-Giver.
Bountiful.

It soothes and it heals.
For when an angel’s wing sweeps
across the surface of the Pool,
then healing takes place, and there is restoration.
Health-giving.

It’s cleansing power, daily, washes the body,
and restores vitality.
A clean start. A refreshing start. A new start.
All is washed away.
And, in it celebration commences,
in appreciation, in sport, in swimming and in children’s’ play.
Joyfulness.

It quenches the soul, it nurtures the spirit;
and from those who are aware,
springs of sanctifying water flow,
and outward pour,
to friends, to enemies,
to those near, and to those far away.
To all.

Water.
Whether we have much, or little,
may the words, “Come, all. Drink. Share”, be on our lips.
Praise to the Great Water-Giver.

 

Syria And The Caim: A Heartfelt Call. Action By Us.

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Will you join me, please?

A few months ago, I wrote about the Caim, and in the light of the continuing war in Syria, my request is that tonight, and indeed over the weekend, that we uphold the innocent people of Syria in our thoughts, our positive-thoughts, our well-wishes, our prayers (or whatever we call them), and perhaps consider incorporating the Caim into part of our spiritual practice for this cause.

The Syrian people are suffering from widespread conflict. More than 240,000 lives have been lost since the conflict began more than four years ago…

In essence, the Caim is a profound ‘circling’ prayer used by ancient Celts, Druids and others over the millennia. It is still used by them and by some Churches who value its benefits, and by some wiccans, pagans, light-workers, and mystics. Even, Evangelicals.

The word Caim is Gaelic, and it has to do with ‘protection’ or ‘sanctuary’; it is derived from the root word meaning ‘circle’, to bend, or turn, and this becomes apparent when you start forming the Caim.

Such spiritual practices change events, and the people of Syria are in great need. I’m therefore asking all my Christian, Druid, Pagan, Light-Worker friends and those of other faiths/beliefs to focus on Syria this weekend. Good people in action!

Will you join me, please?

As regards Syria, some have said regime change should happen, to the immigrant ‘challenge’ others have said they should stay and fight……but beyond this, innocent people are suffering. I’d like to request that we ‘flood’ that area with peace-prayers, peace-thoughts, positivity etc. That we’re not specific in the outcome – change this, change that – but just direct positivity into that area, and leave the ‘how’ to the Source of All.

‘The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.’ James 5:16b, The Book

For indepth information about the Caim, please see: here, but in essence, a shorted form of Caim (which uses the imagination) is:

Entry into The Caim: Turn your body through 360 degrees. I like to face east, but the choice is yours. I start off facing east and end up facing east. I also like to turn deosil, clockwise, and scribe an invisible circle, to begin the Caim.

You can stand or sit, thereafter.

Eyes closed, and in your mind’s eye,  imagine that you’re journeying inward to a comfortable and safe place, a place that is full of power and potential. Metaphorically journeying toward the Source.

Liminal space, the imaginal realm.

Activity in the Caim: Different people use symbolism in different ways.

I imagine myself reaching up to scoop ‘heavenly ‘blessings’, and then moulding them into a ball, and pushing them in the direction of the recipient. In this case Syria.

And, I might have a mental picture of Syria now, and spend a few minutes thinking of war-torn Syria (the images are well-known to us all, sadly).

And then I will spend just as long, if not longer, on a more positive picture of thesyria-2 potential outcome, after the prayer/blessing has arrived. Thought-pictures of peace, tranquillity, happy families, young people able to play in safety etc

However you do this, in being true to your beliefs, I do believe our authenticity and intentionality is honoured by the Source, and will be effective (visibly or invisibly).

I also do believe what we ‘send out’ does ‘come back’, and so, do believe a blessing comes back to the sender, you, in one form or another, immediately or some time in the future. And, that’s one good reason to send out something positive, rather than something negative.

Time for more gratitude to the Power who supplies all that we need and, in this case, what Syria needs. Here you can add vocal prayers, vocal praise, vocal gratitude.

The return: With eyes opened, point to that circle, and slowly turn your body through 360 degrees – anti-clockwise (or widdershins, as it is known) – to close the caim.

Wait for another minute, perhaps, to savour the moment, and leave the circle.

My suggestion is that we consider doing this, at least over the weekend. If you want to visualise the whole event, which allows more freedom to do this, I do believe it will be just as effective, or you can incorporate it into your usual spiritual practices. Or, maybe you could ‘send up’ a simple Nehemiah-like ‘arrow prayer’ of positivity, or light a candle?

Will you join me?

Authenticity and intentionality are  paramount, here, I believe. But, please do something ‘extra’ this weekend for the people of Syria. Do let me know how it went, by emailing me at: tadhg@tadhg.cymru

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Essential Celt: Autumn Equinox & Incarnational Balance

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It’s Alban Elfed, the autumn equinox, that great time of balance; the time of equal day lengths and night. Balance is a great word, but how do we apply it to our daily lives? Here’s a thought.

I know some men and women of action, but with little prayer life  and ritual. They achieve good things and I greatly admire them.They are always busy, but in some way they seem ‘disconnected’ from the Source, exhausted, ‘drained’, ‘energyless’.

I know some other men and women, who are great people of prayer and ritual and I greatly admire them, too. But, little action. To them, the goal of action may seem too remote, or maybe they have assumed it’s the ‘calling’ of others ‘do’, and not theirs. They seem ‘disconnected’ from interaction with the local and wider community, almost recluse.

I am only speaking in generalisations, and it’s not for me to judge them. I only write the abovementioned because, at different times and in different ways, I resemble both these groups.

Do you?

At times I seem so busy, that prayer and ritual are put on the backburner. I race around, but deep inside all is not well with my soul. At other times, I’ve spent so much time in prayer and ritual, secluded, I know the good that could have been done, physically, relationally, interactively with others, hasn’t happened, and I’m the poorer for it.

There are many ways to celebrate the autumn equinox, and several days ago I highlighted some practical suggestions: here.

However, there is another way to celebrate the autumn equinox: incarnationally!

This autumn equinox, this time of balance, I’m going to think deeply, reflectively, objectively about ‘balance’ in my life, tonight. What am I doing? And, why? Is there an imbalance in my work-rest-play life? Am I too ‘reclusive’ or to ‘outward’, do I think too much of others to the detriment of myself, or is it the other way round? What do I need to add to obtain ‘balance’, and what do I need to change or subtract. And, what about you, and your life?

Alban Elfed, the autumn equinox is not only the time of this season, though it is and that’s important, not just as an academic observation, but it can also be an aim, that is as something  definite to achieve within my life: work, rest, play balance. The Autumn equinox can be incarnated, born in the flesh and ‘out-worked’, through you and me in our daily life. Just a thought.

What do you think?

[Meanwhile, wishing those whom you love a great Alban Elfed]

 

Haiku #2: ‘Rhiannon Leads’: For The Autumn Equinox, 2016

160921-haiku-standard-poetry-liturgyAn Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 syllables, in three metrical phrases. That is, there are five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and back to five syllables in the third or last line.

This form of poetry typically contains a ‘kigo’, which is a seasonal descriptive reference. Hence, the reference to ‘balance’ in this haiku as it’s coming up to the autumn equinox (that us, literally, ‘equal night’). And, so my haiku for this autumn equinox:

Light and darkness dance.
In balance. Rhiannon leads.
Blessed. Sleep now follows.

Wishing you, and those whom you love a blessed time at this Autumn equinox.

‘Com-Panis’ Or ‘Bread & Dogma’

imageThere is a time for teaching, and time for debating, even the kind that can get quite heated, but not bad tempered. That happened two evenings ago when some friends came over and indulged in ‘porch talk’ – you know the rambling, sometimes loud, and usually not that edifying kind of talk. But, fun. I should add they left as friends, so that was okay. I did wonder if there was any positive movement in anyones spiritual understanding, though. I’m afraid FaceBook can be a bit like that, too, when it come to  spirituality/religion or politics. Lots of heat, little light.

However, the same friends came over last evening. Same friends, same theological persuations, same ‘baggage’, but it was different. This get-together was a ‘Com-Panis’ event. ‘Com-panis’ is our way of eating together.

‘Company’ is comes from the Latin word ‘com’, meaning ‘together’; and ‘panis’, meaning ‘bread’.

We came together, not just socialising, not just tolerating each other, not making ourselves heard, but making sure we cared for each other, come what may, as equals, as fellow so jointers. At this event, this shared meal, a hush descended regarding controvesry and differing opinions, as we moved unrehearsed into sacred time/sacred space even as we ate. It is alotgether different.

‘Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. (Samuel Pepys)

The debate, and the trying to win over others to ones opinion was gone. Why should we replicate it here? Tonight was, is different. And, so, five Christians, a Hindu, a Muslim, and two Druids sat side by side, and celebrated life in each other’s company – and gave thanks to the Source of All. And it was wonderful.

‘There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the  halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.’ (E A Bucchianeri)

Although it was unspoken, we all knew that whatever our particular dogma stated, that to declare it here would divide us. We all believed that the Source wanted the opposite to division, and we also knew that none of us had got it all right. In eating together, we acknowledged our need of each other, to learn from each other, and to acknoweldge that we were in the presence of That Which Is Greater Than Ourselves.
And, so we ate.

‘God is the head of this event, the unseen guest at this meal, and the silent listener at every conversation. (Adapted)

And, something ‘magical’ happened. In a movie, it would be the cue for ‘silver dust’ to fall from the ceiling upon guests, for an angelic bell on the Christmas tree (if it were Christmas, and to refer to an old movie) to ring, or for the ground to tremble. Nothing like that happened. But, in sharing this meal, and at one noticeable point, we all knew that our differences were minimised in the presence of the Great Invisible Benevolent Power, and you could feel, palpably, the  Presence of Love, and that was all. That was enough.

‘Walk together. Feel the heart beats. Experience the Presence. This is how to be thankful.’ (Amit Ray)

For ten whole minutes no one spoke, no one could speak, and then slowly each related the account mentioned above. We left, later that evening, knowing that we do have differences, but they are to be celebrated, and do ‘dissipate’ when Love draws near.

‘When He had reclined at the table with them, He took the bread and blessed it, and breaking it, He began giving it to them.’ (Luke 24:30, The Book)

In all that we say and do, and I’m speaking to myself, too, may we share bread with each other with Love present. Bread or dogma? Choose bread…for that’s the time where the Presence abounds.

 
[Note: Bearing this in mind, and as I’ve had 3-4 responses so far, I thought the Winter Solstice celebration, might take the form of a three course meal at a local restaurant (in Fulham, London), which has a lower/exclusive large room), and we could incorporate liturgy and poetry between each course, and perhaps 10 minutes of a ‘themed’ teaching-address to make it a truly sharing-celebratory event, open to all. More details will follow.]

 

The Case Against Tadhg: Is It Ancestor Worship Or Ancestor Honouring? You Get To Decide

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My confession is…I honour my ancestors. And, for that, I’m in trouble, again.

Druids and pagans are loving me for saying it, but some (and by no means, all) of my Christian friends think I should be, metaphorically,  hanged, drawn and quartered…’in love’, of course. Celts, depending on their calling toward Druidism or Christianity (do we have to choose?) may be a different response.

I was taken aside (some time ago), and told ‘ancestor worship’ is wrong.

‘So, I’ve been told,’ I replied, ‘but why are you telling me?’.

What had I done wrong?

Well, here’s the evidence, for you to decide guilt or innocence:

I had, and still have a table, set aside, a special table as it has items on it of relevance to me, reminders of the seasons, and is a focal point for me to dwell upon, meditate upon, and give thanks.

Currently, although that will change tomorrow as the Autumn equinox approaches, it has an ear of corn on it; a candle that I light for a short while each evening to gaze upon; an open book with a poem about harvest, visible;  and several photographs of my ancestors to prompt my memory. Usually, regardless of the season, photographs of ancestors abound. It was the latter that ‘sparked’ some interest by the one who drew me aside.

To be fair to the person accusing me of ancestor worship, their heart is in the right place, and I bear no malice; however, it did (and still does) concern me at how many people apply ancient text out of context, and are oblivious to it! It worries me. In many cases it may be because they haven’t honed the skills of objective thought, or maybe they have been ‘duped’ by the modern world and its ‘soundbites’ into accepting a view which is modern and shallow, but seemingly and falsely ‘dressed up’ as ancient and wise; or maybe it’s ego on their part. I’m not sure. Nevertheless, it concerns me.

However, I happen to believe history, especially family history, is important.

ancestors-1Part of my family is Italian. When I hear of people talking about ‘taking back control of our borders’ and stopping immigration, I immediately think of that Italian ancestor of a couple of hundred years ago being turned away, and in my mind’s eye the ensuing family tree (chart) being slowly erased…until I finally disappear. What happened in the past, affects me (and you), now. Ancestors are important.

‘People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.’ (Edmund Burke)

One of my favourite phrases is: standing on the shoulders of giants. That is, we are the product of all those that have gone before, and that includes our immediate family, the last generation and the myriad of generations before that. Ancestors are important.

‘Honour your father and your mother…’ (Exodus 20:12, The Book)

For instance. I have blue eyes. Did you know that, ‘…research shows that people with blue eyes have a single, common ancestor. A team at the University of Copenhagen have tracked down a genetic mutation which took place 6-10,000 years ago and is the cause of the eye colour of all blue-eyed humans alive on the planet today.’ (Science Daily, 31 January, 2008). And, so I’m indebted to that ancestor for my blue eyes and  other bodily characteristics. Ancestors are important.

One of my ancestors, according to his marriage certificate has as his occupation as ‘reporter’. I think that that is a mistake by the recording clerk at the time, and that his occupation was a porter in a market, and not a reporter. What persuades me of this? Well, my ancestor (and we’re going way back) couldn’t sign his own name on the certificate, and so put an ‘x’. If he was a reporter and unable to spell he would be the world’s worst reporter! No, I think he was a porter, and am proud that.  Despite him not being able to write, he secured paid employment for him and his family in extremely tough times. Resilience. I honour that. I honour him.

ancestor-3Having used the oak tree as an analogy of a literal family tree, passing on attributes from one generation to the next generation of oak tree, Brian Swimme in his book ‘The Universe Is A Green Dragon’ says, ”Modern humans….regard history as something dead, and fail to realise how this cripples us.’ And he goes on to ask: ‘What would happen if we began to see that the achievements of our ancestors are permanent creative advances, handed down for our benefit?’. It’s like a relay race, and we’re the ones to have ‘inherited’ the baton that has been passed down from generation to generation…except very few people know that, today, and those that do know it are considered as ‘ancestor worshippers’. When, infact, they should be known as ‘ancestor honourers’.

‘The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children’. (Philip Carr- Gomm)

ancestor-2So, there’s the case. I do honour my ancestors, but don’t worship them. I do, however, worship the One behind it all – who guides you and me (on our continuing lineage-journey). But, I do I honour my ancestors, giving gratitude for all that they’ve done to ‘bring’ me to this time, and that reminds me to accept the responsibility of passing on their good works, and for me to do something for the next generation. I would encourage you to take time to honour your ancestors periodically, in some way, not as a chore, but as something lively and joyful, and, well….honouring.

‘Our ancestors did great work for humanity. What will we do for the next  generations?’. (Lailah Gifty Akita)

So, innocent or guilty? You get to decide.

 

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Tadhg’s Journal: The Universe Is A Green Dragon

Tadhg’s Journal extract:

182-london-gardenI’m reading a fantastic book, all about cosmic allurement. I know it sounds intriguing, yes? GoodReads writes: Communicating his ideas in the form of a classical dialogue between a youth and a wise elder, cosmologist Brian Swimme crafts a fascinating exploration into the creativity suffusing the universe.

His explication of the fundamental powers of the cosmos is mystical and ecstatic and points directly to the need to activate one’s own creative powers. read it.

His book is ‘The Universe Is a Green Dragon: A Cosmic Creation Story’. I couldn’t put it down -hence the candles last evening. It’s about connectedness, self-awareness as an expression of universal awareness, and is a deep, challenging, and intriguing read. Go on, treat yourself.

jps-file-18-09-2016-17-35-17The weather’s changing, and typical September weather seems to be the order of the day. But, when I awoke this morning, I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the area where I live, when in London. Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.

And then this morning, my usual trip to the Magic Café. And more book reading, and lots of coffee, and one of those swirly, pastries that resemble one of Princess Leia’s side hair-do.

jps-file-18-09-2016-17-34-20This is a scene from the café. It’s time to pause and to think of all family and friends, especially those at some distance. And, to send up a brief Nehemiah ‘arrow prayer’ for those suffering at this time. If that’s you, rest assured, albeit in a general way, I prayed for you this morning, knowing that the Source of All is in control and is, indeed, blessing you.

And, then I answered some emails. I was pleasantly surprised that over 38 people responded to my ‘Let me find a Celtic name for you’ offer. I also had three emails from Druid friends and from some Celtic Christian friends: one asking me a question or two, and two of them sharing some interesting events they’ve arranged to celebrate the upcoming Autumn Equinox. One of the things I like about the internet is the ease with which you can contact people and the ease of access to all kinds of people. Some of you may know I’m an amateur astronomer – I love the stars – and, would you believe, I  was emailing and getting replies, last week, from a NASA scientist about exo-planets. How about that?

And, then it was back to reading, ‘The Universe Is A Green Dragon.