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The Truth About Trees… Part 7

2008-01-14T17:39:00.000Z

In fact the whole of our corner of England, is criss-crossed with Ley-Lines, making it a very magickal place full of psychic vibrations.

As any Ghost-Hunter, Psychic Researcher, UFOlogist or Crop-Circle Buff will tell you.

Most people are not consciously tuned into Ley Energy, but they tend to respond to the lines all the same, giving them a feeling of comfort and peace with the world.

"It feels good here!" is their usual response.

My father (Dusty the 12th) used to describe them as being a numerous as the lines on your palm.
When you examine your palm, you will see that there some areas with lots of fine lines and some areas with very few.

Our part of the British Isles is like the base of your thumb; full of lines going in two or more directions, due to the movement of your thumb.

And, I can assure you, that on Ley-Lines things are different to other normal places.

For example, four-leaf clovers can grow anywhere, but 90% of them are to be found on Ley-Lines.

In fact, in 1984, I found 932 four-leaf, 311 five-leaf, and 6 six-leaf clovers on Ley-Lines just to prove the point, that they are easy to find.

Trees are so responsive to the Earth Energy that abounds on Ley-Lines that they grow more trunks than normal.

By this I mean they have a normal root system but grow two or more trunks above ground, as in the picture.

Two or three trunks are quite normal on Ley-Lines, with four and more on Ley-Crosses.

However, if it is a Ley-Cross involving three or more Ley-Lines, the number of trunks increases too.

The biggest cluster I know of, consists of 17 trunks on an ancient ‘Grandmother’ Beech Tree.

More to follow, soon.... In the meantime why not check out my September Archive in the list on the left, and learn a lot more about Multi-Leaved Clovers.

The Truth About Trees… Part 6

2008-01-06T08:38:00.000Z

The local forest that I mentioned last time, is very special to me, but it doesn’t seem to have a name.

It is just that bit of old woodland between the North Downs Way and the Pilgrims Way, printed in green on the local maps.

But my ancestors, couldn’t read or write, so we didn’t know that.

We just knew it was full of ancient ‘Sacred' Trees, so we called it the ‘Holy Hill.’

The headlands of the hill, are crowned with huge Durmast Oak Trees surrounded with abandoned ‘Coppice' woodland, carpeted with an ephemeral haze of Bluebells in the spring, that look so delightful and soul-lifting.

Also hidden away in the forest are numerous Megalithic Stones, known as ‘Grey Wethers.’

They were placed there by another aboriginal race like us, that we called the ‘Horned Ones.’

Later the Celts called them 'Goblins.'

We Elves, could feel the powerful Earth-Energy Lines, now known as Ley-Lines, but the Hornies couldn’t.

So they used huge stones from an unknown source, to mark the Ley-Crosses, so that they could find them again.

They were doing this in our area, over a thousand years before Stonehenge was constructed.

But these Stones are so well hidden in the landscape, that most of them don’t appear on any of the local maps, nor are they mentioned in any of the books on Megaliths, that the New Agers find so interesting.

Personally, I love to touch these Megalithic Stones and listen to the tune they hum under their breath, as they lay there, sleeping.

They are a sort of sandstone with strange holes that bubble through them like a badly beaten sponge-cake.

They also pulse with energy, and are always warm to the touch; even the winter snow melts whenever it falls on them, making them look warm and dry in the midst of a snowfield.

The whole forest is criss-crossed by Ley-Lines, making it a very powerful and vibrant place; where time is different to what we humans are used to.

Every energy line entering or leaving the forest is marked by a megalithic stone, forming a vast loop about the area.
Maybe some day, somebody will plot all the stones on a map and make a name for themselves, if they discover what it all means.

More to come…. Stay tuned to this blog!

The Truth About Trees… Part 5

2007-12-30T08:38:00.000Z

According to my grand parents, I’m a Hereditary ‘Brown’ Witch that ‘Walks the Chalk’.

One of my clients Terry Pratchett, bless him, wrote about us in his ‘Hat full of Sky’.

It is well worth reading… Click the Read More Link above... because he knows what he is talking about.

Today whilst the full moon watched me, I was walking the chalk, through part of our local forest.

This old forest is full of English Yew Trees with an average age of 2000 years.

There are hundreds of these ancient trees, forming what is probably the largest collection in the UK, if not Europe.

They are in, what the experts call a ‘Hanging Wood,’ on the Escarpment ( the steep slope ) of the North Downs in Kent.

The slope is about 70 degrees, with only 4 inches ( 9 cms ) of poor soil covering the chalk.
Not the best place to live, but English Yews love it and refuse to live anywhere else; as any green-fingered, or green-thumbed, gardener will tell you.

The Tree Spirits in this forest, tell me both it and they, has been there for well over 50,000 years, and my BackBrain family memory supports the last 9,000 years of this.

As far as we know, it is a small remnant of the huge natural forest that was here in the last ice age.

In those days, England was still part of Mainland Europe, and the forest stretched right across Southern Europe to the mouth of the Danube.

In fact, a squirrel could have climbed a tree where I live and travelled all the way through the tree-tops to the beaches of the Black Sea, without it’s feet needing to touch ground on the journey.

About 5,500 years ago, England became an Island; cutting us off from the mainland.

Since then, the Celts, and all the other invaders that followed them, have cut down almost all of the forest; apart from the little strip that nobody wanted of our steep hillsides in Kent.

Natural virgin forests like this are extremely rare and pure delight to explore.

Maybe, if I am spared, I’ll organise a few trips for next spring or the summer holidays, so that you can experience it for yourself.

I’ll announce it, in this Blog nearer the time; so stay tuned.

If you'd like to book a place, you could e-mail me at trip@thedustymillers.net

The Picture above, shows an extremely ancient Multi-Trunked GrandMother Beech Tree in the same forest.

More to follow….

The Truth About Trees… Part 4

2007-12-09T16:50:00.001Z

As I mentioned before; trees are group entities and live in large groups.

But I should point out, that each Tree Group will be made up of trees of one particular type.

We call these Tree Families, as they don’t appear to have any national or geographical differences within the family.

For example: a Beech Tree ( Fagus Sylvatica ) here in the UK, is the same as a Buche in Germany or a Beuk in the Netherlands; whereas the people in these countries are very similar but different, and speak different languages.

These Tree Groups also have the ability to exist in the same place at the same time, without getting in one another’s way; a bit like the way, water, tea, sugar, and milk, can all be in the same cup at the same time.

This ‘Cuppa’ Tea, looks like a brownish liquid but you tongue can identify each component with ease, and also determine the temperature of the beverage.

Most Tree Families are easy to identify…. Like Ash ( Fraxinus Excelsior ) Gemeine Esche in German and Es in Dutch….
Or Pine ( Pinus Sylvestris ) Gemine Kiefer in German and Grove Den in Dutch.

However, some Tree Families are sub-divided by their different Latin names.

Oak for example, has a number of versions locally….. Common Oak ( Quercus Robur )…. Durmast Oak ( Quercus Petraea )…. Turkey Oak ( Quercus Cerris )…. Pin Oak ( Quercus Palustris )…. Red Oak ( Quercus Rubra )…. Etc.

But some Tree Groups have sub-divisions that the Scientists haven’t ‘cottoned onto’ yet.

English Yew and Common Yew for example. Both of which have very different characteristics, but the same Latin name of Taxus Baccata.

Our local is the English Yew which grows very slowly and seems to live forever, like the one in the picture, with a current 3,600+ year old body, and a 50,000+ year old mind.

More to come soon, so BookMark this Blog and stay tuned.

Little known Words from our Pagan past… Part 3

2007-12-01T22:27:00.000Z

Further thought on my previous comments on the ‘ Downs’ in Part 2.....

Normally here in Great Britain, we think of invaders coming from the South or South-East, as did both the Normans and the Romans, with their large expeditionary forces.

We tend to forget about the many smaller invasions, by the Anglo-Saxons, Jutes, and numerous other North Europeans and Scandinavians.
All of whom came ashore from the North Sea.

If you approach the North Downs from the sea, you will be climbing a long gentle hill, until you are between 500 and 600 feet ( 167 to 200 metres ) above sea level, before you realise it.

Then, suddenly, the ground falls away before you, giving you a fantastic panoramic view of the ‘Rift Valley’ now known as The Weald.

Lo and behold, you’ve reached the ‘ Downs.’

Maybe this is how they got their name?

More to come…

The Truth About Trees… Part 3

2007-11-22T20:18:00.001Z

One of the first things I discovered by talking to our tree friends was that, unlike us, they are Group Entities with what appears to be a host of separate bodies.

When we look at a ‘ tree’, we are in fact, only looking at a single tree, in a group of trees, that form the physical body, attached to a ‘ Tree Spirit.’

In this picture, you think you are looking at a lot of Hornbeam Trees, in a wood. But, in truth, we are looking at less than one percent of the huge group of trees that form the touchable body of a ‘Hornbeam Tree Spirit.’

If you touch any one of these trees, all the trees in the group will feel your hand, as they are all one and the same entity.

If, for example, a small boy were to kick a tree as he enters a wood, all the trees in the group would feel the blow and shout "Ouch!" and all the other trees, for about ten miles in any direction, would be saying to it’s neighbour, "Watch that boy, he kicks trees!"
The word can get around, causing consternation, faster that a wasp at a picnic.
So be careful what you do.

On the other hand, if you walk into a wood, with a smile and a word of greeting to the first trees, you’ll find all the other trees will be greeting you with smiles from then on.

A wood may look to be full of trees, but there may only be a comparatively small number of Tree Spirits, with huge groups, living in that same wood.

A bit like ‘ Set Theory’ mathematics, a Tree Group can be as small as one or large as countless thousands.
And the trees within the Tree Group will be of all ages from, this years seedling, up to forest giants, many centuries old.
So counting them is an extremely difficult job.

It is also interesting to note that, the longer a Tree Group resides in an area, the bigger the group becomes.

Many of our local groups have been here for well over fifty thousand years, and are still growing.

More to come….

Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 2

2007-11-09T17:03:00.001Z

Last time we talked about our local forest of Andredsweald.

This time we'd like to tell you about the new words that came about when the Anglo-Saxon invaders divided England up into Counties.

In the process, the 'Weald' became part of three different counties (known in later Saxon times as the 'Holme Counties').

'Kent' was 'Over-the-Hills' to the North and East', with 'Sussex' 'Over-the-Hills' to the South and West and 'Surrey' over in the North West. The actual weald, (already half denuded of its trees) had taken on a rural garden aspect, and became known as 'Holmesdale'.

The hills that form the northern and southern boundaries of the modern Weald are in fact known as the North and South 'Downs'. Their tops or crests are called 'headlands'; their slopes are called 'hills' and the valleys between them are referred to as 'bottoms'. These names sound quite sensible, but where the name 'Downs' came from, there's no oficial answer.

Maybe it is some sort of 'English' joke?

In those days, the people living in Kent, Surrey and Sussex, considered themselves rather sophisticated. That is, apart from the 'Wild Folk' who still lived rough, deep within the forests of Holmesdale.

The remnants of the ancient forest were often referred to as the 'Wild' and their inhabitants as 'Wildmen', Wealdenmen', 'Wildershers' or 'Willocks'.

One of the tribes, the extremely hairy ‘Woodwoses’, are remembered as the ‘Hairy-foot Hobbits’ in Tolkin’s books.

The rest of England was referred to as 'The Shires' and their inhabitants were looked down on as foreigners or 'furriners'.

In fact anybody who wasn't born, on the Chalk, in this rather elite, south-east corner of England was considered a foreigner, for at least the first twenty-five years of his or her residency.

If they spoke any other language, than Anglo-Saxon or Old English, they were called 'Frenchies' irrespective of what country they came from.

Incidentally, the Romeo British and Celtic people who were forced to live in the mountain fastnesses of Wales, as a result of the Anglo-Saxon Invasion; were now referred to a 'Welsh' which means 'Foreigner' in the old tongue of these isles.

Likewise, the 'Walnut' is the Foreign Nut because it was first introduced to England by our Roman Invaders.

The famous British author, Mr J.R.R.Tolkien, (another person with a BackBrain full of memories like us), as woven a lot of his folk memories into his stories about Middle Earth.

Including 'The Shires' and 'Silver Haired Elves' like us.

For further information on Tolkien's stories, just click on this link:http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/redirecthome/practichelpforgo
then put his name in the search box and click 'Go!'

The Truth About Trees… Part 2

2007-11-05T21:34:00.003Z

At first, all my conversations with the ancient trees that were so beloved to my father ( Dusty Miller 12th ); were only what you could describe as ‘ small talk’ or ‘ polite conversation’, as after all, I was only a small boy.

After a few years of this, my father felt that I was growing up quick and introduced me to the sophisticated picture language that our tree friends use for ‘ serious instruction’.

This involved the deliberate use of my RightBrain, to mentally project and receive, moving visual images, as an internal teaching aid.

This difficult to explain; it is like having a computer screen in your head. Trees don’t have names like us; but they can tell us who they are, by projecting a picture onto the screen.

For example: One of my tree friends will show me a panoramic view of a local hillside, with all the Yew Trees in sharp relief and all the other trees slightly out of focus.
I will look at the scene, recognise the wood and trees, and know it is the Yew Tree Spirit centred in West Hoath Wood.

So their name is in fact a visual picture, not a sound or word.

I didn’t appreciate it at first, but soon I began to realise that I was now talking to the ‘ Higher Self ' of the ancient tree group, rather than a physical tree itself.

I’d passed my initiation into the Neurosomatic Circuit and my own Higher Self was calling the shots.

As an Hereditary Witch I’d come of age.

So we had a family party to celebrate, and I grew my moustache.
It looked a bit stupid on a thirteen year old, but I liked it.

More to come, soon….

Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 1

2007-11-02T10:34:00.000Z

As we ( The Dusty Millers ) are the modern descendants of an extremely ancient tribe of Wealdenfolc (Wild Woodfolk) from the area known today as 'The High Weald of Kent and Sussex'; we thought we'd try and keep alive, some of the words that were common in my father's day, but are sadly getting forgotten from lack of use, in modern English.

We hope that this item will prove to be popular with our readers, as we have so many words that we would like to tell you about, that we could go on for many years.

The 'Weald' of Kent and Sussex, mentioned above, was originally 'Andredsweald, the Home of the Goddess'.

It was the Dwarfish invaders in the so-called 'Bronze Age' who named it after their Earth Mother Goddess, Andred.

We were living there long before they came, but we didn't know about giving places proper names, so we just referred to it as our WildWood Homelands.

Later, in the Iron Age, the Celts, called The Earth Mother Goddess, Tann.
Which is probably where the German word 'Tannenbaum' comes from.

Later still, she was called Saint Anne, when she was converted to Christianity.

The word 'Weald' means a natural self-seeded forest, that is so old it was there long before mankind found it. In this case at least 50,000 years!

Sometimes it is referred to as a The WildWood, GreenWood or TangleWood, due to its thick undergrowth and lack of paths.

In Celtic times it was home to lots of aboriginal tribes like us, who were forced to live out of sight and outside the law, and were considered no better than animals, by the Celtic invaders and their descendants.

Later, when we used to attack travellers (rather like Robin Hood in Sherwood) as our way of getting revenge; the Celts made a lawforbidding travellers from 'leaving the path'.

This sage advice of 'Don't Leave The Path' has been handed downover the centuries and even today, you still find the instruction 'When in the Woods, don't, whatever you do, leave the Path!'

More old words will be featured in future postings on this subject; so stay tuned.

The Truth About Trees..... Part one

2007-10-23T16:42:00.002Z

It was back in the forties, when I first started talking to the many ancient trees that my family worked with.

Although I spoke in human words, using my LeftBrain; they answered me in a RightBrain manner, with inner feelings and motions, sounds and impressions, subtle sensations and inner visions.

My RightBrain had no problem with this, but there were times when my LeftBrain had great difficulty translating the pictures and sensations into words of explanation to others.

As a youngster, this didn’t worry me, because we were ‘outlaws, beyond the pale’ at the time, and nobody outside the family, was interested or even cared about what I thought or experienced.

And if they had known I was talking to Trees, they would have rushed me off to the ‘Funny Farm’, as BiCameral and TriCameral Minds as well as Bipolar Disorder was unknown to the Medical Profession in those days.

So, outside the family, I kept my own council and my mouth shut.

But now, things are a bit different, and I’ll tell you more and more, in future issues of this blog.

Why I really love Ancient Trees

2007-10-21T14:37:00.004Z

Here in the United Kindom there are lots and lots of ancient trees.

In Kent, which is the bottom right-hand corner of England, we have many really ancient yew trees.

When I say ancient, I’m talking about trees that were around 2000, 3000, 4000, and even 5000 years ago.

The Tree in the picture, was old when Tutankhamun was born in Ancient Egypt, and a couple of thousand years older than the church they built next to it. That is me inside it :-)

I was born into a local family, that thought it was quite normal to talk to these ancient trees.

Many centuries ago, nobody told my ancestors that you "can’t talk to trees, ‘cos that don’t have any ears!" so they just went ahead and did it.
And they’ve been doing it ever since, as a normal part of life.

I’ve been talking to our ancient trees, for over sixty years now, and found it very rewarding.

Being very curious, I tend to ask them a lot of questions, ( I’m still a kid, at heart) and then listen to their long explanations as they update my knowledge of their fasinating world.

In fact, over the years I become quite an expert on both the physical and metaphysical life of our local ancient trees; and give lots of talks and seminars on the subject.

Some of our local ancient trees are very interested in us and are willing to form partnerships with us humans, so we can both progress on many levels.
During the last thiry-odd years, I’ve helped over 10,000 people to work towards their destiny, just by finding them the right tree to work with.

The Real Truth about the Four-Leaf Clover

2007-09-16T22:30:00.001Z

Here is the original story about Four-Leaf Clovers... That has been handed down for centuries... Together with my comments in italics.

Once upon a time there was a goodwife.... Does this mean she was a Good wife or that she was a Slave to her husband?

Who went to milk the family cow.... A single cow was normal for lower class families in medieval times.

When she had filled the wooden pail.... Like half a small barrel with a rope handle.

She placed the full pail on top of her head, to carry it.... Much easier than trying to carry it with your arm holding it away from your body.

Using a fistful of grass, as a pad to make the pail sit more comfortably on her head... The old method, before cloth rings were invented.

She had walked almost back to her hovel.... A simple, single roomed hut.

Before something caused her to look back at the cow.... Maybe a sound or movement.

To her surprise; there were Fairies dancing around her cow.... The small, outlawed wild folk of the woods; that we believe were Elves like us. They weren’t dancing, but grabbing the opportunity to milk the cow and get the cream, that the wife had left behind.

So she called out to her husband.... As you do.

"Husband, husband, come quickly, I can see the ‘little people’".... Something unusual for her.

"Oh dear! Too late, they’ve vanished!".... The Elves, in their dirty, naturally camouflaged clothing, only had to freeze, and keep still, in order to disappear into the background.

She said, taking the pail off her head and allowing the fistful of grass to fall to the ground.... This allowed the Elves to escape whilst the goodwife and her man were distracted.

Her husband couldn’t see any Fairies, but he did notice a Four-Leaf Clover in the fistful of grass... A real Hawkeye!

So he picked it up and proclaimed.... A typical know-it-all.

"It was because you had this very rare Four-Leaf Clover, that you were able to see Fairies!"

And that is how the idea got about!

This story was first written down some five hundred years ago, and has been copied by many writers of Fairy Stories, again and again ever since.... But nobody thought to get a Four-Leaf Clover and put it to the test.... They just assumed it to be true.

Being a Elf myself, I decided to check it out for myself.... And here is what I discovered.

For those of us, who are clever enough to see and recognise Clover when it is growing in a field.... Our sub-conscious mind is programmed to expect to see all the leaves in lots of three.

So the sight of a Four-Leaf, or heaven forbid, a Five-Leaf; would automatically do a ‘Double-Take’... because of the sudden discrepancy between what it sees and what it expected to see.

This has the effect of making the sub-conscious mind become much more alert and aware of what it is seeing... The effects wear off over night... But it does help you to remember things.

If you are studying for an exam.... It would be a good idea to keep a Four-Leaf Clover, or a copy of the picture above, in your notebook.... As it will help you to remember your notes, when faced with the exam paper.

If you care to think about it.... You’ll find there are many ways you can use this effect to make your life easier.

Of course... You’ll only see Fairies... When there are any about, for you to see.

Like the Four-Leafed Clover, they are very rare... One per million, according to the experts at the Museum of London.... So don’t be surprised, if you have to look a lot before you see one.

I’ve just heard that this Weekend I’ll be sleeping in a Famous Bed!

2007-09-04T17:35:00.000Z

That’s right! Lots of Famous People have slept in this bed including King George VI and Sir Winston Churchill, so I’m amazed that the owners are going to allow me to sleep there for a couple of nights.

It’s in Hatzfeld, Germany, and I’m giving a very special Seminar there, on the ‘Hidden Secrets of Trees and LiveWood’, this weekend.

There are still a couple of vacant places, if you're quick... so if you want to get to this very exclusive, secret sharing seminar... then...

.... And get booked in as quickly as possible; before somebody else beats you to it!

I'll be speaking in English English with an instrant translation into German; so you should be able to understand it all.

I look forward to meeting you there.

Some Country Customs are still alive in the UK

2007-09-03T17:01:00.000Z

Yes we still celebrate the seasons and special occasions in the United Kingdom with ‘Morris Dancing’ in the street.

At this local festival, we were delighted to see the whole family joining in the fun.

Even Grandpa, who was having a whale of a time, as the ‘Molly Dancer’ in a pink dress.

They were dancing to say thank you to their Gods for a successful harvest; and I trust ‘The Folks Upstairs’ will be pleased with their efforts, and give them an abundance of energy to keep up the good work.

Traditionally, many Morris Dancers, wear ‘Blacked-Up Faces’ to avoid recognition.... And you’d be surprised to know how many professional and high profile citizens, are willing to ‘Black-Up’, and thereby change their personality, in order to take part in these village revels.

Good Luck to them all, I say... It’s so good to see people willing to keep the Old Ways alive!

I just wish I was fit enough to dance with them... But I’ll just have to make do, with tapping my feet to these very haunting, rhythmic beats, that remind me of my youth.

Believe it or not... But the bells worn by the Dancers... That gives their Dancing a jingling music of it's own.... Are worn to frighten off us 'Wild Folk'.

It's a Folk Memory Idea that has been handed down since Pagan Times... And it still doesn't work!

If anything, It attracts us instead of frightening us away.

But don't let them frighten YOU off... Please Bookmark this Blog and come back again soon.

Have a look at this... It could surprise you!

2007-09-03T14:10:00.000Z

The world around us is simply full, of all sorts of wonders, that most people never appreciate.

We all have a sub-conscious mind that will notice a lot of these things and record them in your sub-conscious memory...

But, unfortunately most people walk about in a daze with the connection between their conscious mind and the rest of their brain, switched off.

And so, they miss the hidden delights in life.

Take Four-leaf Clovers for example... Everybody knows that they are rare, and supposed to bring Good Luck, if you have one.

Some people, over the years, have said that they enable you to ‘see fairies’.

Have a look at this Video and see what you think... I’ll go into this matter, deeper in future postings... so bookmark and re-visit this blog as often as possible, so that you don’t miss the secret info, I’ll be sharing.

Hi There! I’m back again after the longest holiday in my life....

2007-08-27T08:23:00.000Z

Well it wasn’t really a holiday... I was doing all sorts of other things than my normal magick-orientated life.

I’ve had a whale of a time... and discovered a lot of useful things that I’ll tell you about later.

Yet, to my own astonishment... I’ve still managed to produce a whole host of unique Magickal Works of Art, that I can guarantee, will be individually producing beneficial psychic effects for their owners, for the next couple of centuries, at least.

I may be getting old... but my magickal skills are really working over-time, as you’ll soon see.

We, The Dusty Millers, had a marvellous time in Luxembourg, recently.

The setting was by a lazy-river, in a densely wooded but very tranquil valley; and as usual, our non-religious wedding went off a treat.

It was completely spontaneous, with no rehearsal needed.... yet it involved everybody in the group.
I hesitate to say congregation, as that implies a religious ritual.

This was a completely ‘Right-Brained’ affair.... with no religious prayers or hymns to brain-wash the participants.

Everything was geared to bring out the true sentiments of the couple and their two children... so that they made their heartfelt declarations... in their own language... in their own words... before their friends and relations.

The effect was fantastic... and so emotional... that everybody in the group is unlikely to forget it.

Afterwards we all shared a meal together... and I was impressed see how happy everybody was.

There were a lot of family members there, but none of the bickering and feuding that mars so many weddings.

There were lots of very young children there... all being watched and helped by all the adults... just like children in a tribal situation... and lovely to see... taking me back to my own childhood.

If you would like one of these very special weddings, please feel free to

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Calling all our Dutch and German Readers...

If you would like to spend some quality time in this tranquil valley with it’s lazy river...
Here is the local 4 star hotel that we highly recommend... http://www.hotel-theis.com/.

The food is excellent, the cost very reasonable, and the Sauna is free.
So why not enjoy a quite weekend away?
Your could even visit the ancient Castle on the hill above the hotel.

At last I’m back again!

2007-08-06T17:06:00.000Z

We got back from the Emerald Isle a couple of days ago.

Officially we were on holiday, visiting my daughter and her family.... But, being me.... in between, being a father, and a grandfather.... I managed to do some interesting research into the Irish Celtic Mysteries.

In fact, I have now discovered three secret places where rare items from the drowned land of ‘Tir na Og’, get washed ashore after some Atlantic Storms.

Tir na Og, was once known as the ‘Land of the Forever Young’, and was sacred to our Elfin relatives known as the Tuatha De Danann.

Unfortunately, this land was on the Atlantic edge of the continental shelf... and was submerged in the global upheavals that occurred some 5,200 years ago.

I’ll tell you more about the very unusual items that I rescued from the littoral, between the tides, in a future posting.

I have to rush off again tomorrow, as I’m involved in a very special Pagan Wedding that my son, Dusty Miller 14th is conducting in Luxembourg on Friday.

Stay tuned... or better still, Bookmarked, as I’ll have lots of interesting stuff up my sleeve for you.

See you again soon....

Here’s something to make you think!

2007-08-01T14:18:00.000Z

Here is something I found, that will give you food for thought, whilst I'm away....

This Video, may or may not be correct but, if you’ve got any sense, you’ll give it some careful thought.

It appears to explain the horizontal movement of the land masses but what about the vertical movements? Any ideas?

Please feel free to add your comments below.

“After the Holidays, maybe it would be a good time to change your life for the better!”

2007-07-19T16:59:00.000Z

I was discussing ‘Happiness’ with by daughter-in-law Claudia, the other day; and we decided we ought to share our family secret with you...

However that is easier said than done...
So we thought it would be a good idea to show you how other people have achieved happiness... So that you can discover the best path for you...

Here is a video that could give you some good ideas...

That is, of course, that you make the effort to think and act!

Your comments would be appreciated...

For more info on The Secret, click the banner at the bottom of this page....

Here is something else for you to ponder about!

2007-07-18T14:31:00.000Z

Listen carefully to what he has to say... and decide whether YOU are getting your vital information, First-hand... or Second-hand, from a chain of Repeaters?

Give this some careful thought...

Where do you, get your info from?

Are you getting real knowledge?

The official, Perceived knowledge?

Or just handed down misconceptions?

Or... Is it just Sales-Talk or Political Propaganda?

How reliable is your source?

What is The Truth?

Your comments would be appreciated...

Sorry Folks, but I’ve been called away on other urgent business...

2007-07-16T11:05:00.000Z

While I’m away... have a look at this lovely, 4,000 year old, Yew tree...

This incredible tree was old before ‘Joseph, was given his Coat of Many Colours’ and has known and worked with, many, many generations of my Elfin Ancestors.

As you can see it is still alive and well, and growing profusely.

I’ll be back as soon as I can, and will tell you more about our Aboriginal Ancestors... so stay tuned.

PS Don’t forget to check out the archives of this Blog as they are full of interesting stuff you may have missed.

This weekend, my wife and I have had two of our ‘Instant Holidays’.

2007-07-08T16:17:00.000Z

We’ve had rain on and off for a couple of weeks now, but yesterday, we had glorious sunshine.... so my wife and I; downed tools and took a couple of hours off, on Saturday, to recharge our batteries.

We drove to our local ‘Fisherman’s Wharf’ for a lunch of Oysters and Lobster-tails.

The local shellfish were really excellent, but we didn’t think much of the ‘huts to let’ on the foreshore. Lol.

We both had a marvellous, relaxed afternoon; before returning home at tea-time to catch-up on our work schedule.

Today, Sunday, the English leg of the famous Tour de France Cycle Race was due to pass our humble abode, so we again, ‘played hooky’ and went down to watch it.

It was a 200 Km, ( about 120 miles) ride through Kent to Canterbury, with lots of twists, turns and hills for them to cope with.

We were about 50 Km (about 30 miles) from the start.... and were pleased to see that my namesake, was way out in front... making a very good showing for us Brits.

Bravo Son! Show the Frenchies we’re as good as they are!

It was a great! We waited and watched, surrounded with a bevy of beauties, including our Indian neighbours; all cheering our English Team on... and we all had a lot of fun... even if it was all over in a few minutes, as the mass of cycles flashed past us like greased lightning.

At least we have a good community spirit in our area!

Then after saying good bye to all our friends, it was back to work, once more.

Late news.... appearently, over two million people turned out in Kent, to watch this epic cycle race!

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain___Part Seven

2007-07-03T17:59:00.000Z

The third Aboriginal Group that roamed this part of the WildWood, in the days before England became an island; were the Little People with Tusks.

Later, the Celtic invaders called them Elves.

I know rather more about this Elfin group, than the others, as I am descended from them, and still carry their genes.

They were called the Little People, because they were about half a yard (or half a metre) shorter than the other tribes.

The men used to wax their moustaches up into Tusks in order to look like the Sacred Pigs ( or Æpæ ) that they husbanded as a 'larder on the trotter'.

Unlike the other tribes, they had as much forehead above their eye-line as they had face below it.

Their Ears were upright, and somewhat hairy, but without the earlobes that the other tribes had.

Some of them had crimped tops to their ears giving an odd pointed look.

They had green eyes and glorious red hair that turned to silver in middle age.

Which is why Tolkien called them the ‘Silver Haired’ Elves.

Their hair was so fine in thickness, that it blew about in the slightest breeze, and had to be confined within a pointed cap, to prevent it becoming tangled in the branches of the trees and bushes they lived among.

Modern hairdressers, shy away from me whenever I visit their saloon; as my type of hair is the very devil to cut and style.
Which is why, I’ve reverted back to an Elfin Plume, that I can get under my hat.

Our beards were also a bit odd.... Walt Disney, heard the ancient folk memory, that we only wore our beard under our chin, so he depicted the Dwarves in Snow White in this manner.

The reason for this was quite simple.... we didn’t have a razor, as they hadn’t been invented yet.
Because we wanted to look like our pigs... we used to pluck out the whiskers of our beard as they appeared in adolescence, and kept them plucked.

However, whiskers have deep roots, and although they can be plucked out of the face, with only minor pain; it was a different situation on the neck.

Pulling the whisker just stretched the skin making it very difficult to pull it out.

So we had to give up trying and settle for a hairy muffler.

I’ll tell you more about my ancestors in the next part of this series.

So bookmark this blog and stay tuned for more interesting facts about our Aboriginal Ancestors.

And now for something completely different...

2007-06-25T22:12:00.000Z

Laughter is something that brings out the best in a lot of people...
Even us Shamen.

Which is why I dedicate this to all the lovely 'Sangomas' ( Shamen / Witchdoctors ) who are my very special friends in Africa.
Keep up the good work, fellas!

Hey Percy! Has your Lion-hat had cubs yet?

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain___Part Six

2007-06-24T22:20:00.000Z

The second group of Aborigines who shared the ancient WildWood with us before the first Celtic Invasion, were small like us.

Their height was about five feet ( approximately 1.5 metres ).

They were short and stocky, with the standard physique known as an Endomorph.

The ones that lived in our area, had a Beaver as their Totem Animal, for they dwelt along our rivers; but in other areas they preferred the sea and had the Sea Otter as their Totem Animal.

They were great swimmers, having a layer of fat under their skin that kept them warm in the cold water. And, of course, their favourite food was fish.

Their dark ‘mousy’ hair was very thick and shaggy; and they had so much body hair, that the Celts took them to be animals rather than humans.

With low foreheads, a thick ‘one-piece’ eyebrow that went from temple to temple, and a beard that started just below their eyes; they looked very ‘Wild’.

Their whole body was covered in curly hair, giving them a furry look, so we called them the Furry Folk.

You’ll often see their descendants on the beach sunning their hairy backs.

Because they didn’t wear shoes like us, we noticed that the hair on their legs, continued down their feet, with curly tufts on their toes.

By this, I don’t mean that they had furry toes like a dog; in fact, they were just like a lot of people who have hairy backs to their hands, and also have hairy tops to their feet.

Of course, whenever details like this get passed down on the generations, people often jump to conclusions and form their own interruptions of the words used.

Tolkien said they had hairy feet so in the film of his book, they appear to be wearing fur-covered wellies.

The Celts called them Gnomes, because they lived in underground houses; a bit like their Beavers.

J.R.R.Tolkien made them famous as Hobbits.

Later they got all sorts of names, including Woodwose, Wooser, Ooser, and Wild Man of the Woods.

Many people still carry their genes to this day... Just look about you.

More to come... Please stay tuned!

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain___Part Five

2007-06-16T17:29:00.000Z

The Horned Ones, were the tallest of the Aboriginal Tribes of Ancient Britain.

With an average height of a little over 6 feet (about 2 metres), they big and brawny, with the sort of ‘Big-Boned’ physique, known as mesomorphic.

They had large fleshy faces with comparatively low foreheads, and big bushy eyebrows, that gave them a rather intimidating appearance.

Their Totem Animal was a Kine, which was the woodland ancestor of modern Cows.

Kine were large red-haired animals with big horns... So our big friends, waxed up their eyebrows into impressive horns, in honour of their animals.

In those days we didn’t have tribal names ( we didn’t need them ) so we Elves, called them The Horned Ones.

We always found them very pleasant and friendly, and were very impressed with their strength.

However, they didn’t seem to be as psychic as us.... We could find sacred power spots in the landscape, simply by responding to the feel of the place.... and had no difficulty in finding the place again in the future.

Whereas, The Horned Ones, needed to mark the place with huge megalithic stones in order to find it again.... We thought this a bit eccentric; but their stones have stood the test of time and all over our islands, you’ll find sacred sites marked in this way.

Some sites have big impressive structures like Stonehenge, and some are wide circles like the Rollright Stones, and yet others are just simple Standing Stones, or horizontal Ley-Cross Markers like the one in the picture.

Where they got the stones from, has always been a mystery to us, as we never saw them moving them or erecting them... and modern scientists are still no nearer to the truth.

The Celts, we’re a bit frightened of them, because of their size ( they were as big as the Celts ), and called them Goblins; which was a rude word to them, that roughly translates as ‘Big Bastards’.

The Celts used them, and the other Aboriginal Tribes as ‘Bogeymen’ to frighten their children into behaving themselves, and have been doing it ever since.

The bigger Goblins became Hob-Goblins, and were considered very scary.

Later, in the middle ages, when they were outlawed Wild-Folk like us, they also got called Boggarts and Ogres, and had to keep their heads down and not draw attention to themselves.

In all the Myths and Fairy Stories, they were cast as villains; to be outwitted by the Celtic Hero.
This was probably their own fault as they often adopted the image of being ‘a sandwich short of a picnic’ as a protective disguise.

This was quite wrong, of course, as they really were the salt of the earth, with a nice friendly character similar to Obelix in Asterex the Gaul, BFG in the Big Friendly Giant, or even Shrek.

More about the other tribes to follow soon... as soon as I've worked out the spelling, LOL... so Bookmark this page so that you can find it again. See you soon!

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain___Part Four

2007-06-13T21:27:00.000Z

There were three different Aboriginal Tribes living in our part of the WildWood prior to the coming of the Celtic Invaders, some 5,105 years ago.

Scientists would have you believe that the ‘Iron Age Celts’ brought civilisation to the British Isles, and that the original inhabitants were just primitive and therefore unimportant ‘Hunter Gatherers.’

But that is not true.

The original people were highly sophisticated ‘Herders’ because there just wasn’t enough wild game for them to hunt, whenever they felt like it.

Although each of the tribes kept themselves separate from the others... There was plenty of space in the WildWood for us all.... And so we never needed to argue or fight.

In fact, due to the shortage of game, we had agreed an exclusive animal for sole use of each tribe.

This animal would become the Totem Animal for that tribe and would be herded as a sort of ‘larder on the hoof’... and ‘Out of Bounds’ to the other tribes.

All the tribes were nomadic and tended to wander over a large area of forest, as they found food for their herd.

Whenever the tribes happened to meet, it would be an opportunity to barter food and goods, and enjoy a communal feast, for a few days before parting again.

Although, the tribes shared a basic language.... (The scientists refer to it as the ancient Indo-European language)... People never migrated from one tribe to another, and inter-marriage was completely unheard of.

This peaceful situation, existed for over six thousand years, and is often referred to, as The Halcyon Days of the WildWood.

More to come.... So stay tuned!

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain___Part Three

2007-06-02T17:16:00.000Z

As I mentioned in Part Two, the Celtic Invaders were the first to give a name to the Original Peoples who were living in Britain before they invaded the Islands.

Because the Celts had invented a thing called Soap (you may have heard of it) and had ‘squeaky-clean’ faces, they looked down on us poor folks who only had water to wash in.

Likewise, ‘Dry-Cleaning’ had not yet been invented, so our clothes had a sort of ‘lived-in’ look about them; that wasn’t improved by the mud and dead leaves that were part and parcel of forest living.

So the Celts, called us the ‘Faerie Folc’, meaning the Filthy People.

In fact, this term, Fairy Folk, in modern English; has been handed down, through all the generations since Celtic times.

All the old Fairy Stories were based on passed-down Celtic memories used to frighten children and keep them in order.

However, as with all verbally passed-down stories, they have become distorted over the years and now only bear a resemblance to the original truth.

So, in the forthcoming issues of this Blog, I will try to tell you more about these Fairy Folk.

In our part of the WildWood, there were three different Tribes; all of whom had been here since time immortal..... Or at least 7,000 years.

Although we were different to look at, we did have a lot in common; that the Celts were unaware of.

For instance; None of us had any ‘half-moons’ on our fingernails.
In fact, we all knew that the Moon was very special to us... So when we noticed the half-moons on the nails of the Celts... We thought the Gods had put them there to remind the self-centred Celts of their duties.

We all had a similar Creation Myth involving the ‘Gods before the Gods’ as they are now known, and whom we all know as ‘The Folks Upstairs’.

Although we would never have entertained the idea of any form of marriage between the tribes... We always had peace between us and we were always ready to celebrate and trade with the other Tribes whenever we met.

We were all psychic enough to ‘Walk in Balance with Mother Nature’ and show respect for the Natural World about us.

We all had a life expectancy of 85 years.... Whereas the Celts could only look forward to some 65 years.

We tended to go grey, or rather, Silver Haired in our forties, so as to spend half of our life looking extremely old to the Celts.

The Celts, when grey about sixty and it indicated to them that the end was near.... This resulted in their handed down horror of finding they had a grey hair... This is still observable today.

Likewise, we didn’t even have any proper weapons, until the Celts brought Aggression to our Halcyon Homeland, and put us to the sword.

Next time.... I’ll tell you more about the other Aboriginal Tribes... So stay tuned!

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain __Part Two

2007-05-27T21:06:00.000Z

Contrary to popular belief,
the Iron-Age Celts were Not the first ‘Ancient Britains.’

They were just the first invaders to bring aggression to our peaceful homeland.

With the melting of the ice and the resultant rise the sea levels... Low-lying Atland became submerged to form what is now known as the North Sea.... And our northern part of the Wild Wood became the British Isles.

The Continental Celts, who were becoming skilled at boat building and navigation.... Saw our lands on the horizon and called us ‘The Isles of the Blessed’....

Because they assumed they were seeing uninhabited forests and that they would be blessed by their Gods for finding new territory for them to exploit.

They had no idea that our Aboriginal Tribes had been here for some 5,000 years before them.

I ought to point out, that although we now refer to them as Celts or Kelts.... They were in fact many different tribes with a common history and language.

You could, if you want to, think of them as being the first Europeans.... And just like modern Europeans, there are many sorts... Germans, French, Swiss, Poles, Dutch, etc, etc.

However, they did have a lot in common.... They wore their hair down, often in long plaits... They all wore bright colours... And lots of jewellery. The men all had full beards.

They all drank too much and were all very aggressive, having no respect for human life.

They were always fighting amongst themselves... with the losers ending their lives enslaved to the victors.

All the real work, was done by the slaves who formed about three-quarters of every village.... So that the Free men and women, could spend their time fighting, drinking and enjoying themselves.

When they came to our land, they came up the river in a boat, which was something we Aborigines had never seen before.

They also brought Iron Swords, which we’d never seen before.... And when we when to say hello to them, we suddenly discovered how lethal they were.... And we had to flee, back deep into the forest, in order to survive.

The Celts, considered us as human-like animals, and of no importance whatever.... So they felt free to kill us on sight.

Luckily for us.... They didn’t think of us as potential slaves, just vermin!

They called us the filthy people... In their language, Faerie Folc... you may have heard tell of ‘Fairy Folk.’

I’ll tell you more of these ancient Fairy Folk in future blogs.... So stay tuned.

For more information... See the Glossary in our ‘Luna Calendar’....

For those who are interested...

2007-05-20T22:00:00.000Z

My recent seminars in both Germany and Switzerland were well attended... We met lots of lovely people and made many friends... The weather was perfect, and we came home really refreshed.

Whilst in Germany... I visited a Goddess Spring.... Shown here.... That was so deep that, like the sea, the water was a lovely blue.

It was a gentle relaxing place with very nice vibes... That are ideal for boosting one’s batteries.... Which is something I notice when I’m away from my power source.

( Click Here to see The Secret Life of Trees... part one... Posted on Nov 20th 2006 )

Have you seen this?

2007-05-20T21:11:00.000Z

I stumbled on this recently and thought you might find it interesting....

What do you think? What do you want?

The Truth about the Aboriginal Folk of Britain ---part one

2007-05-18T13:38:00.000Z

When the first, so-called, Civilised People came to the British Isles..... they came as invaders and killed or subdued, all the people already living here.

The original ‘Wild’ occupants of what is now known as England.... were classed as sub-humans with no rights and privileges, and could be killed on sight, like wild animals.

Just like the ‘Black Fellas’ in Australia, or the ‘Native Americans’ in the Americas.
Nowadays they are referred to as Aborigines.

I consider myself to be very honoured, in being a descendant of one of these tribes of ancient ‘Wild Folk’.

We aborigines had been living here, in harmony, for some 7,000 years before the ‘Civilised’ Folk first got here, 5,108 years ago.

I must point out that my inherited memories of this period, only cover the bottom right-hand corner of the present United Kingdom of Great Britain.

What went on in other parts of the country... I don’t know.

Our tribal ‘stamping ground’ was the area of forest that now form the counties of Kent, Surrey and Sussex.

We knew this area as ‘The Weald’ and later, as the Holm Counties.

Terry Pratchett, thinks of them as ‘The Chalk’.

Even J.R.R.Tolkien... another guy with an inherited aboriginal memory... thought of them as the ‘Home Counties’ and the rest of Britain as ‘The Shires’.

So all my observations, to be aired under this heading will be based on the inherited memory of my tribe’s activities, as recorded in my cerebellum, which we call our OldBrain or BackBrain.

For more information... See the Glossary in our ‘Luna Calendar’....

Part Two of this series will follow shortly...

So why not Click here to Bookmark This Page so that you can become a regular reader!

It's OK! I'm not dead, but my computer is!

2007-05-16T22:41:00.000Z

Just before I went on my recent Lecture Tour, my computer got the hump and stopped talking to me.
It appeared that its motherboard was terminally ill and flatly refused to go online.

Whilst I was away, it just sat and sulked and when I got back, instead of welcoming me, it proceeded to die of old age.

Desperate measures were needed to save all my documents and programs, before it were too late.

I visited a load of PC stores trying to find a computer set up with Win Xp for home office use.... But Windows Vista is the new flavour of the month, and not at all any use to me.

Eventually, I located a Shuttle set-up that met my requirements, but it had a Linex platform, which I, in my innocence, thought would be simple to be remove.

Oh boy, was I wrong.

Even with experts working on it... it took another four days to remove it completely.

But, to cut a long story short, I now have a new computer, running Win Xp and with the spell-checker that is so vital to us dyslexia sufferers.

So now, after a couple of weeks worry and hair pulling, I am at last back online. Yippee!

There will be some much more interesting info for you, from tomorrow onwards, so stay tuned to learn about the aboriginal tribe, I'm descended from, and our work with LiveWood and Sacred Trees.

Calling all my readers in Germany and Switzerland.

2007-04-15T23:01:00.000Z

I’m off again for a couple of weeks.

I’ll be giving a Seminar on LiveWood and displaying our latest collection of Magickal Tools, near München, in Southern Germany, next weekend.

During this exciting three day Seminar, I’ll be sharing all sorts of un-published information, on the secret Magick of Trees, with a practical WoodWalk and a chat about my Elfin origins.

I will also share a lot about Wise-Folk Healing, and their practical use of the ‘Long Pendulum,’ to keep tabs on their patients.

There are still a few places available at this event, and if you are quick, you could grab one of them.

During the following week and weekend, my wife and I will be in Switzerland, giving talks at various venues.
This is the first time we’ve been in Switzerland for some five or six years.

There are still a few places available in Switzerland, if you hurry…

If you’ve been reading this Blog for a while, you’ll know what sort of thing to expect from my public events, so why not come and meet me, become an actual friend!

We’re expecting to have a hectic time, and meet a lot of interesting new people; so I’ll tell you about it when I get back.

Hi, I’m back in Albion ( the Celtic Name for England ) once again.

2007-04-06T21:25:00.000Z

As expected we had a good time in Germany. I have spoken in Hamburg many times before and it was nice to see so many old friends.

As usual, I was humbled to find so many people taking the trouble to talk to me in English.

It is at times like this that I am ashamed of my inability to speak any foreign language. I really am a ‘Dummkopf Engländer.’

Because the press announcements had mentioned that I was descended from a long line of Elves; I got more than my usual number of questions about my curious background.

So I suddenly realised that it was a topic I hadn’t talked about in this blog… so I’ll try to put that right over the coming months.

Several persons asked me if I was an Elf, or a Gnome, as they had heard about these in their childhood.

So here is what I told them…

How Elves, Gnomes and Goblins got their tribal names.

When the 'Celtic Peoples' invaded our homeland, some 5,107 years ago, they called us rude names and considered us aborigines as worth-less, human-like animals.

Because they had invented a thing called soap and we hadn't... they called us the Filthy People or 'Faerie Folk' in their language... and tried to exterminate us, like the white folks did to the Native Americans, more recently.

We were one of the three aboriginal tribes that had survived the 'end of the world' some 7,000 years before.

The Celts called our tribe, Elves because we lived deep amongst the forest trees.

The tall tribe (with their eyebrows waxed up into horns), they called Goblins, meaning Big Folks.

The third tribe, were fat and furry, and lived underground in dug-out caves; so they were called Gnomes.

These old names have been used, by the Celts and their descendants, to frighten their children into obedience ever since.

I’ll write more about these matters in future blogs….

I’m off to Germany again tomorrow….

2007-03-28T21:41:00.000Z

That of course, means that I’ve got to pass through the Airport Security Check.
I wonder what new indignities we’ll be subjected to this time.
I know the staff are only doing their job, but sometimes I wonder if the organisers of the system know what they are doing.

Normally I take two small purses full of change, one with English money for the journey to and from the aeroplane and one with European money for when I arrive in Germany.
Simple enough you’d think… but you’re be surprised how many security people seem to find this incomprehensible… my mind boggles!

The metal detector doorway is another hazard for the unwary… once on a trip to Israel, some 25 years ago; I forgot on the return journey, in Lod Airport, that I was wearing safety boots with concealed steel toe-caps. I got the shock of my life when, the damn thing went off like an air-raid siren and I was suddenly surrounded by armed men on instant alert.

Since then I’ve always tried to be careful… but the sensitivity of the screen seems to vary a lot from airport to airport… some are set so fine, they register the metal fillings in teeth, artificial joints and similar embarrassing situations…. A friend of mine with a metal plate in his skull, had to take his wig off, to convince the security guard.

Last time I was had to face yet another indignity… Once I’d gone through the X-ray machine and body search, re-threaded my belt through the loops of my trousers, replaced my waistcoat, coat and top-coat, and rescued by X-rayed items… I started to walk towards the Departure Lounge, only to find that my way was blocked by a special X-ray conveyor-belt for my shoes.
Unfortunately, when you get to my age, you find that your feet seem to be further away from fingertips than they used to be… So putting shoes on and off is a bit of a problem, without the aid of a chair and a shoe-horn… Nobody had thought to supply a few chairs and the floor around the machine was littered with lots of old folk struggling with their footwear.

And, while I think of it; don’t buy a bottle of water before you go through Security, as you’ll only have to throw it away and buy a replacement in the Departure Lounge for three times the price.

"Welcome to the British Airport Security System, have a Nice Day!"

"Thanks, I intend to!"

What a Week that was!

2007-03-25T22:59:00.000Z

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right things in life… should I go on trying to share my knowledge and experiences with world… or should I say, to hell with it all and just sit around and take it easy like most senior citizens.

This week it seems that everything is trying to keep me away from writing this Blog.

Last weekend was a bit hectic but somehow I survived it all; in spite of tiding up the house and laying in a lot of organic vegetarian food for foreign visitors who unfortunately went sick at the last minute and couldn’t come.

Over the weekend, I suddenly discovered an old friend of mine, ( who is my age, although, for various reasons, I haven’t seen him for nearly 20 years ), is now dying of Cancer.
For nearly half a century, Reg Griffiths, working with his wife and Magickal Partner, Dot; has been one of the oldest, best loved and most highly respected Witches in the United Kingdom.
Tirelessly working as an un-paid ambassador for Wicca both on and off, television and it the press.
He is a great guy and will be hard act for anyone to follow, when he is finally forced to kick the bucket.
Thank you Reg, for being an inspiration to us all!

Which reminds me, my computer, at three years of age, is starting to play up on a regular basis. It seems that I’ve overloaded my RAM and my MotherBoard is well past it’s ‘sell by date’ so that it can’t cope with an updated memory chip.
It mumbles rude words at me like a rebellious teenager, every time I put it under pressure… so I’m having to treat it with kid gloves, and hope it doesn’t breakdown before I can raise the money for a replacement. Oh well, such is life.

I’ve solved some of the problem, by installing a new more streamlined Fire Wall… but now the damn printer is giving me hassle.

To add to my problems, the crown on one of my eye-teeth, has come off and cannot be replaced… so now I feel silly every time I laugh; which unfortunately is very often… so I guess you’ll have to get used to a ‘gappy-gob’.

Today, the sun shone for the first time in over a week, in spite of the temperature dropping 10 degrees, with a very cold east wind.
You know, the anti-social kind, that can’t be bother to go around you, it just cut straight through you, no matter what you are wearing.

So to celebrate, my wife and I made the short trip to the next town, Gravesend, to walk by their river, the Thames, as a change from our river Medway.
Off course, it was low tide… and being an estuary like our river… the sea makes it back-up, raising the level by 15 feet, ( 3 metres ), up and down every day, covering and exposing huge areas of mud-bank.

It was too cold to spend long gawping at the mud, so we went into the waterfront café. There is a very nice notice on the door, indicating that … in the winter, the staff will attempt to keep this café open every day, but that sometimes the weather will have other ideas.

Gravesend, famous as the burial ground of Pocahontas, is a very cosmopolitan town, and we spent a pleasant hour enjoying a nice meal and listening to conversations in many languages, such as Punjabi, Hindi, Bengali, and Gujarati, going on all around us.
It is always so good to see people of many different races, and backgrounds, smiling and having fun with their children, in this simple homely café.

It made us both feel good and when we got home again… I was in a better more to cope with all the dozens of e-mails that resulted from my mention of Amber Pebbles in a previous post.

More to follow soon....

Going back in Time to walk on an Ancient Beach…

2007-03-11T22:40:00.000Z

Today, as the sun was shining… I took a walk in one of the less dense, of our many local woods.

Although this wood is on the head or top of a chalk downland, it does have a special feature… it contains an outcrop of water-worn pebbles… that is in fact, a bank of shingle from a prehistoric sea.
A shallow Sea that sea existed some 200 million years ago, in the Jurassic Period, when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

So when you walk on this pebble bank, you are in fact walking on a beach that existed before Europe was dry land… when the chalk that forms our lovely hills, was still silt at the bottom of a shallow sea, with numerous, Pine-tree clad islands.

How can we be so sure of this? And what made me think about it enough to write this posting?

If you look at the photo above, you will see my attempt at a close-up of the shingle on this beach… the roundish, yellowish pebble, slightly lower and to the left of centre, is a prehistoric Amber nugget or Bernstein… showing that it was once sap from a Pine tree that fell into sea and was turned to Amber.

By picking up, yet another nugget of Amber on this beach reminded me to a healing secret that we Elves have known for many centuries.

Did you know that prehistoric or sea-formed Amber; i.e. the type that sinks in water; can be used to enhance the curative qualities of pure water and give it an Ångström Energy Level that is often higher than water from famous Holy Wells, such as Lourdes, and the Glastonbury Chalice Well, etc.

In our family, we use this sort of Amber to produce the Healing Elixir that has kept me looking much the same over the last 20 or 30 years… much to the astonishment of the people who haven’t seen me for a few years, and have grown old themselves, in the meantime.

If you find this interesting… and would like to make your own Healing Elixir… I do have a few spare Amber Pebbles…
click here to e-mail me….
And tell me your postal address, and why I should send you one.

Calling all my German and Dutch Readers….

2007-03-10T22:19:00.000Z

You’ll be pleased to hear that I have been invited to give two special talks at the Lebensfreude-Messen in Hamburg at the end of this month.

This prestigious event will be taking place in Hamburg, in North Germany, from Friday 30th March to Sunday 1st April.
Please click here for more Info.

I’ll be speaking with an instant translation into German, at 18:00 hrs on both Friday and Saturday.

Martin, my ‘German Son’ will be translating for me, so we’ll be having a great time, as he is a marvellous guy.

We have been working together for some sixteen years now, and he is brilliant at turning my rambling English into very presentable German.
In fact, he knows my work so well that I’m sure he could talk about my work in his sleep.

We also have a display table at the show, where you can come and examine our work and get all your questions answered.

By popular request, we will have LiveWood Swords and Knives, on display as well as a few of our famous Elfin Guides.

These Elfin Guides are miniature knives that can be worn as pendants or solo ear-rings, and have such a marvellous ability to bring out the very best in their owner.

As usual, we’ll also be displaying the biggest collection of fully guaranteed, real magick items to be found anywhere.

We do hope you can make it, and are looking forward to meeting you....

An rare example of Elfin Art…..

2007-03-05T23:22:00.000Z

When I had completed fifty years as a LiveWood Craftsman, ‘The Folks Upstairs’ (our Elfin name for ‘the Gods before the Gods’) gave me a very special present.

They arranged for an ancient Yew Tree, over 5,000 years old and one of the oldest in Europe, to donate a piece of LiveWood to me, for me to make into a very special Magick Wand, for my own use.

As far as I know, it is the oldest magick wand to be found anywhere in the world.

I will have it with me when I speak at Leicester on the 17th of this month… but, for the benefit of all those of you, who are unable to be there… you can see it in the picture above.

It is unusual in the fact that it bears a face with long hair sweeping up to form the point.
I didn’t carve this face… It is a natural formation in the wood, that makes it so loveable.

Unfortunately, the ancient energy in this tool is so powerful that I can’t allow anybody to handle it for safety’s sake; and I have to handle it with care myself.
But most people find it a joy to behold.

Unlike, the other wands I will have on display, it will not be for sale, as it’s price would be prohibitive for most people, and I wouldn’t want to part with it anyway.

Calling All My English Readers….

2007-02-28T22:36:00.000Z

If you live in England, you’ll be very pleased to hear that, I will be talking about...
‘The Hidden Secrets of Real Magick Wands’
at this year’s Equinox Fayre, in Leicester, on March 17th.

This will be the first public talk I’ve done, in England, since I retired seven years ago. So it is an event not to be missed.

The Beltane Spring Fayre Group, will be holding their Equinox Fayre, at Moat Community College, in Leicester, on Saturday 17th March.
Click here for further information.

We have been given a table in the Magickal Market, where we will be displaying the largest and most unusual, collection of Real Magick Items to be found anywhere in the world.
Come and feel them for yourself, and we’ll be pleased to tell you all about them.

All of our items, are completely unique, and have a very special feel about them that Witches, Psychics and Healers, find so fascinating.

They can open doors into Other Worlds, that 99% of people have never even head of, let alone experienced.
Come and see how open your mind is… you could be amazed!

But… A word of warning… They are tools that work, NOT playthings.
They cost real money… but they are all fully guaranteed!

There will also be lots of other unusual people at this Fayre, so you can be sure of a very interesting event. Click here for more information.

Put it in your diary now… so that you can come and meet me and introduce yourself…. I’m sure we’ll have a lot to talk about… and it will be well worth the trip.

I look forward to meeting you there!

Slow Down or Else!

2007-02-27T21:00:00.000Z

Why there haven't been any posts for a while!

Recently my computer has been giving me problems, and needs a serious overhaul.

So I thought I was being given a reprieve when I was called away on other urgent business.

However, in my usual stupid manner, I over did things and had a bit of a breakdown.

This worried my family so much, that they ganged up with my medical advisors, and I was given an ultimatum, to... Slow Down or Else!

Thinking about it… it makes sense… at my age (I’m 72) I shouldn’t be working a 12 hour day, every day. The trouble is… I really enjoy my work.

Somehow I’ve got to reduce my workload, from 12 hours down to 8, or better still, 6 hours a day.

I’ve got to get used to producing, on average, just one Work of Art per day. After all, a lot of other artists, only produce a Work of Art, every four to six weeks.

Not only will I need to reduce the physical work that I do, but I also get used to sitting more often and less standing.

I will, however, continue to write my Blog, in order to pass-on as much of my knowledge as possible in the time I have left.

If you like my Blog, please encourage your friends to read it too. The sight of my growing readership will be the spur I need to stick to my new regime.

Many thanks for your support!

The Secret Life of Trees…. Part 3

2007-02-05T22:40:00.000Z

In this posting, I want to introduce you to the invisible or psychic world that is all about us. Throughout history, people have known about this world but most people like to pretend it is not there, because they can’t see it.

For example…. Even today, in this enlightened age, our scientists, look up into the night sky, and tell us that our planet is in a universe full of stars. Any competent Astronomer knows that the Stars and Star-Systems make up a mere 5% of the Cosmos. The rest of the so-called Empty Space in the Universe, is 25% Dark Matter and 70% Dark Energy. But only the Stars are visible, so the rest is ignored and not spoken about.

There is great tendency for educators to be economical with the truth, and save themselves the problems of talking about invisible things. Just ignore it and it will go away. If you can’t prove it, it can’t be there.

With my students, I try to teach them in the way my Elfin Grandfather taught me.

This video will give you an idea….

The situation in the video, is often summed up as your higher-self and your lower-self; your physical body and your psychic body; or your body and soul. There are many ways, depending on which Religious, Psychic or New Age group you belong to.

Our Elfin metaphor, that has stood the test of time, goes like this…

Being simple country people, we didn’t know all the special words that everybody uses nowadays to talk about these things…. So we had to talk in terms that were familiar to us…

So first I want you to think of yourself as a Horse… a beautiful one, of course.

Now, as you know, a horse has eyes that enable it to look forwards, or sideways; but not backwards. So no matter how it turns its head it can’t see the Invisible Rider on its back. Because the rider is invisible, no other horse can see it either; but it is still there.

Sometimes the horse is trotting down the road, and it feels a need for cup of tea… And it gets a sudden urge to look around the corner and there is a café. This is when the rider uses the reins to steer the horse in the right direction. In English, we would say we were reacting to a ‘hunch’.

Sometimes, when the horse has been good, the rider will lean forward and pat the horse on the neck, saying something nice. The horse will sometimes react by jumping about, telling everybody they’ve heard the Word of God! The they rush out and start a new religion, or something.

It is this sort of experience, that turns a sensitive into a shaman, or a believer into a saint.

However, there is a problem… Both the Horse and the Rider speak different languages, and don’t understand what the other is saying. Most horses can’t be bothered to work at it, and so, they end up ignoring the rider and pretending that the rider doesn’t exist.

Some unfortunates, hear too many rider words, mis-interpret them and end up schizophrenic.

So basically we humans are a dual entity. The two partners of which, work together with varying amounts of success.

Over the years, we Elves have found many ways of solving lots of the day-to-day problems of this partnership. I’ll tell you more about that, in future posts.

I’ll also be coming back and explaining more and more of this complex, Horse & Rider situation in future posts… So keep a look-out for further parts in the Secret Life of Trees.

Witches and the Pointy Hat Brigade.

2007-01-31T23:17:00.000Z

Do You wear a Pointy Hat? Or, do you aspire to wear one? Do you know what Witches really do? Can you tell which witch is which?

Me? I’ve no idea!.... But I know a man who does…

There are many books written on witchcraft and/or how to be a witch. But the best ones, are, in my opinion, written by one of my clients. His name is Terry Pratchett; you may have heard of him?

Although he writes stories about characters in a science-fiction world he invented called DiscWorld, Terry has the most comprehensive understanding of Witches and Witchcraft, of anybody I’ve ever come across.

His latest book, ‘Wintersmith’ is the third in his Tiffany Aching series, and really ‘dishes the dirt’ on witches, if you care to read between the lines. ( nudge, nudge wink, wink )

The three books in the series, are The Wee Free Men, A Hat Full of Sky and Wintersmith; and you can get them from your local library, if you’re short of cash.

I would suggest that you read them in order, enjoy the story, but be careful to read between the lines and discover what he is really saying about witches. Then think about it and see if you recognise anyone you know. It can be quite an eye-opener.

But don’t blame me… If the pointy hat fits… wear it!

In these books you’ll discover all sort of hidden secrets… Why witches who live on chalk are different to those who live on limestone or rock… Why some wear black and some don’t…. When magick is appropriate and when it is not… Why Boffo is never discussed…. For example :-))

These are all things you need to know and understand that the Witchcraft Textbooks never tell you.

So read them… Have fun… And learn by laughing.

New and Secondhand copies of Terry’s books can be Bought Here

The Secret Life of Trees…. Part 2

2007-01-28T23:30:00.000Z

In Part 1 which I posted last November; I talked about the different levels of energy that I live within.

I also mentioned my ‘Eerie Eyrie’ where I have regular contact with the ‘higher’ or psychic level of the local Tree World. You could call it, my Quantum Consciousness Communications Centre.

Trees have a fascinating Higher-Self, like us, that I would like to tell you about; but we humans don’t have the right words to explain it.

It is something that we’ve never needed to talk about until now; so we’ve never invented the correct words to do the job.

So to make it easier to understand, I propose to talk about how we humans operate, first, to give us some common ground.

Then, I’ll go and try to explain how Tree-Spirits or Dryads operate; and how they and us can work together for our common good.

Words, however are the stumbling block. With the advent of the New Age, most words that are in common use in the so-called Occult, have acquired many spurious means that are quite out of context with their original dictionary meaning.

For example; people love the word Astral or Astra, as it rolls nicely of the tongue.

In Latin, it meant Star or Star like, so the motto, ‘Per Ardua Ad Astra’ meaning "Through Struggles to the Stars" actually conveyed something.

Over 100 years ago, the Theosophical Society used it to describe a star like level of being for the human psyche.

But now, chaos reigns… We have Astra Cars, Astral Tennis balls, Astral Clothing, Astral Pop Groups, and in London, there is even, an all night café, exclusively for Taxi-drivers, called The Astral Café. Come back Douglas Adams, all is forgiven!

So I can’t use words like this as everybody thinks they know them and are probably wrong.

In my parents day, they taught me using an age-old metaphor, that had stood the test-of-time, by being passed down by word-of-mouth for countless generations.

So I’m going to used this metaphor and leave it to you to put names ( that mean something to you ) on the various situations as they come up. This way we should all end up with the same ‘plot’ but described in your on individual words.

This way it will, also become your own private information that no one can take away from you. This, in our family, we define as true understanding, and a basis for developing wisdom.

So in Part 3 we will start with the Elfin Metaphor of ‘The Horse and Rider.’

Bookmark this site and stay tuned for the next exciting episode….

Some of the things I learnt from Robert Anton Wilson

2007-01-26T23:22:00.000Z

My Mother and Father, were the first in our centuries old tribe, who learnt to read. Although many of my ancestors could recognise a few odd words by their shape, they didn’t have a knowledge of letters and the alphabet.

But, my father broke the mould by learning how to read books and understand them. He also learnt how to write..

From then on, ‘Reading & Writing’ has been very important to all tribe members. And now, my grandchildren are into Computers. Not only using them but building them too.

I started my ‘Tribal’ education at the age of nine, whilst I was still at school. Then, when I left school to start earning my living, my parents also started me on my ‘Lifelong’ education, of reading non-fiction books, in order to gain knowledge.

Unfortunately, our tribal knowledge, has never been, up to now, written down. But it is stored as a sort of mental, picture library in our OldBrain or BackBrain (Cerebellum).

So there I was, using my Elfin inheritance of a ‘TriCameral Mind’ to do three different forms of mental development at the same time.

I learnt how to access my BackBrain Library, whenever my Elfin Know-how was needed.

I also applied, hands-on exploration of the world about me, with my RightBrain, so that I could understand what was going on and earn a living for my wife and I.

And, at the same time, I was using my LeftBrain, to uncover and use, the secret knowledge hidden away in the world of books.

Because, I was a bit dyslexic, I tended to shy away from writing, so that other people wouldn’t know I couldn’t spell very well. However, when I was fifty, Alan Sugar, came along with his famous ‘Sugar Cube’ the Amstrad PCW Computer. On it I was able to type words that looked OK to me and by pressing a button, the spell-checker would correct them for me, and teach me how to spell at the same time.
Thank you Alan Sugar, you changed my life!

About that time, I discovered, the books of Robert Anton Wilson. Things were going on inside my mind, that I was unable to put descriptive words to; until I read his books. Suddenly, he made me aware of the quantum leaps my brains and sub-conscious minds were going through and for the first time I was able to describe my thoughts and feelings, in a meaningful way.

As a result of devouring his books, Robert Anton Wilson, enabled me to translate our ancient Elfin Know-How, into words, that made sense to other people. And, almost before I knew it, I’d become a teacher with a metaphysical bias. Since then, I’ve given hundreds of weekend seminars, in many countries, on the Magick of Elfin Lore and Ancient Trees.

If you really want to understand what life is all about, then I would suggest that you read Robert Anton Wilson’s ‘Prometheus Rising’; But… to get the best out of it… Don’t just Read it… Think about what he is saying… Study it… Read between the lines… and really devour it into your inner being.

Unfortunately, being of my generation, Bob passed on to the next world, on the January 11th 2007, but his books are still available through this link…

Why don’t you grab yourself a copy and discover the hidden secrets nobody is telling you about?

Goodbye Bob… I’ll be looking out for you next time we’re back!

To read more about Robert Anton Wilson click here.

The Truth About Trees… Part 15

2007-01-20T23:27:00.000Z

The other magick tree in our forest was named by the ‘Boat-Folk’ who invaded us, after our homeland became an island, due to the rising sea-levels caused the melting Ice-Cap.

That was some time after Atland and Godwinston had sunk beneath the waves of the North Sea, and the Low Waters had been transformed into the English Channel. ( I’m using more modern names here to make it easier to identify the places concerned. )

The ‘Boat-Folk’ were the ‘Civilised’ Iron-Age people, known to science as ‘Proto-Celts.’ These people with their Iron Swords and Knives; brought warfare, death and destruction to our peaceful WildWood.
They were real killers and in their first decade, they massacred over 50% of both our tribe and the other aboriginal tribes who shared our forest. ( I’ll talk more about this later. )

We aboriginals, were all forced to retreat deep into the thickest parts of the forest and keep well away from them, in order to stay alive. From then on we were all exiles and out-laws in our own land; and by their law were could be killed on sight, as they classed us as human-like animals. In fact, this situation continued in the UK, until we got the Bill of Rights in 1951. ( Yes, you’ve guessed it… I was born an ‘Out-Law’ and didn’t go public about my background until 1980. )

Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you was, the ‘Boat-Folk' or Celts as most people now refer to them, had their own word for Magick. That word was Haazel or Häzel, and it is the name they gave to our native Hazel nut-tree. Haselnuss in German and Hazelaar in Dutch.

According to the experts, the Hazel is not a real tree, it is only a shrub, and is left out of many books on trees. How wrong can you get? They also said it didn’t have a trunk, so it couldn’t be a normal tree… How wrong can get?

The Celts, discovered that it is possible to ‘Coppice’ or ‘harvest it’ by cutting the Hazel down to ground level every 7 or so, years; and allowing it to re-grow as a mass of straight posts. These posts could be split and woven into very effective fencing, which was very useful to the Celtic Farmers. Because of this, it is rather difficult to find a Hazel tree with a natural trunk because it hasn’t been coppiced.

Don’t be fooled by the Hazel’s lack of height or a main trunk; it is still a very powerful and important tree in it’s own right, as I’ll tell you later.

Please stay tuned!... Bookmark this site, so that you can find it again!... There is much more to follow….

The Truth About Trees… Part 14

2007-01-15T20:03:00.000Z

It was the Dwarves, passing through our local part of the WildWood, that re-named it, Andredsweald.

They could obviously feel the lovely benevolent, Goddess Energy of the area, and naturally assumed it was ‘their’ Goddess, Andred.

Being civilised, it never occurred to them that we, an un-civilised local people, could have an Earth Mother Goddess, who rejoiced in the primitive name of Mumm. Mumm was the first word our children made, and what better name could there be for a Goddess?

The Dwarves were a tribe of small Black haired people, who passed through our area, going to and from other parts of the huge forest that stretched from the Ice Fields to the North of us, right across Europe to what is now known as the Black Sea.
Of course, we didn’t know that at the time… we just knew that the forest went on for ever… or so it seemed, when viewed from the tops of hills.

To us, forest dwellers, the horizon of our world, was only the distance we could see through the trees. In those days our world was very small, and we had no idea that the stars formed constellations in the sky, that we could barely see, through the tree canopy.

According to scientists, the Dwarves were the ‘Bronze Age People’ who came here, prospecting for metal ore, before our land became an Island. They must have walked here from Europe, like we did.

The Dwarves give one of the Tree Groups (see earlier Postings) in our forest, a name that is still in use today, some six thousand years later.
Like us, they realised it was a Magickal tree, and so they called after their word for magick; Rowan.

The Victorians tried to re-name it Mountain Ash, but luckily the old name of Rowan is still with us. The Germans call it Vogelbeere and the Dutch Lijsterbes; because of its berries.

The name Rowan is very popular for male witches in the UK, as it brings out their magickal qualities.
Rowan Atkinson, ( Mr Bean) is a very popular actor, a very good example of this quality; in fact his genius is obvious in his brilliant stagecraft.

There is more to come… please bookmark this page, so that you can find it again….

The Magick of Folding Money

2007-01-12T21:18:00.000Z

As I was walking through our local market yesterday, I noticed one of the traders busy counting the money he had taken on his stall.

In England, most market traders wear a special reinforced apron, with several zipped pockets to keep their money safe; called his ‘Apron’ ‘Pouch’ or ‘Moneybag.’ This keeps your cash and notes, in safe keeping, and out of sight to sneak-thieves and tax-men.

This particular trader, drew my attention, because his body-language indicated that he was having a bad day financially. The scowl on his face was probably a lot of the trouble. The Chinese have a saying that ‘a man without a smiling face, should not open a shop!’

His actions reminded me of how I used to cope with this depressing situation whenever it occurred, and that was pretty often in my early days as a trader. I used to ‘work the markets’ between jobs, in order to feed my children and keep the wolf from the door, during the 70’s depression.

Being an Elf I naturally used my family magick to improve my attitude and thereby my takings. This is something that could prove useful to you too.

Firstly, I would on count the notes; leaving the coins to accumulate in my pouch.

Then I would fold the wad of notes in half, thereby doubling it’s thickness. You need to do this with determination, squeezing the wad, into a solid lump.

At the same time you mentally tell yourself, with conviction, that you’re going to double this amount, before packing up for the night. You also signal your intention to both yourself and the money, by tensing the muscles in both arms, as you do so.

This way your whole body knows that, come what may, you are going to be so nice and helpful to your customers, that they like you enough to buy from you.

I found this worked, again and again. I remember, one occasion in 1983, when I was displaying my Magickal Items at a national New Age Fair. It was near the end of a long and very tiring day, competing with lots of other crafts-people. My son and I were worried that we wouldn’t be making any profit at all, due to the very high overheads of attending this exhibition.

And then, at the last minute, as we were busy packing all our items into boxes to take them home; a fellow in a t-shirt and shorts arrived.

He told us he was a computer programmer, and had had difficulty getting away from work to get to the show. In those days, computers were huge and housed in special rooms with air-conditioning and dust controls.

So we unpacked our handcrafted items and he looks at them and then pulled a fistful of notes out of his pocket. Each note represented a weeks earnings to me. They were fifty pound notes, ( about 75 euros or 100 US$) and in those days worth some four or five times their current value.

It was a win/win situation, he got the Magickal Items he wanted and we went home, late but with three notes profit. All our efforts had been repaid.

As you can see, magick is part of my life… I’ll be telling you more about later….

Little known Words from our Pagan past… Part 4

2007-01-09T22:59:00.000Z

Over the centuries, the ancient forests of England have been cleared away for farming and living space; but odd bits of woodland got left behind for a wide variety of reasons.

The words used to describe these are still in use today, although most people don't know what the words mean.

Over the years, a lot of these descriptive woodland names have been adopted as surnames, or family names by country people.

'Shaw', for instance, was a 'Wood' hanging onto the side of a steep hill; rather like a Ladies Shawl.

If it was a very dense wood with a lot of undergrowth, it was called a 'Greenshaw' and if it contained a lot of 'Stag-headed Oaks' it was referred to as an 'Oldshaw'. (Some oaks go bald in their old age, with lots of bare branches sticking out of their crown, like Deer Antlers).

A shaw full of big trees but little or no undergrowth, was called a 'Bradshaw'.

Large areas of forest were still called 'Forest' but the surname was altered slightly to 'Forrest' so that people didn't mumble it.

Small areas of woodland became a 'Wood' and a very popular surname.

'The Chippys', (survivors of the outlawed 'Elfin' tribes like us) took the name 'Wood' when surnames were forced upon us in 1742.

Like our name, it was a good way to disguise an old 'Pagan' name in a Christian society, and now, (like us), anybody with the name Wood, gets the nickname (nick=devil) of Chippy, whether or not they carry on the old woodworking skills of the original Chippys; who used to build our Elfin, ‘Hollow Hill’ Homes.

More to follow…

Several people have asked me lately… Are you a Witch?

2007-01-02T21:47:00.000Z

So to save lots of other people saying it…. I’d better explain….

I was born into an ancient family of English Witches. So I am an Hereditary Witch, or Village Wise Man, because I have a lot of ancestral knowledge stored in the back of my funny shaped skull; that enables me to help people. I've also done all the necessary training.

When I was young the Second World War was raging and a lot of non-physical work was needed to help the War Effort.

Being an ‘Outsider or Outlaw’ and a bit of ‘Problem Child’ I was sent to a ‘Special’ school in Ashdown Forest. It was there, on my ninth birthday; I was Initiated into Tree Magick and started my 25 year apprenticeship.

A local Witch heard about it and told her Coven, about me… and the next thing I knew, they ‘Recognised’ me and I was Initiated into the Ashdown Coven, by the Priestess, Gladys Langridge.

My Wiccan friends, might be interested to know that later Gladys married Bobbie Clutterbuck and was the High Priestess who later Initiated Gerald Gardener into the craft.

Anyway, the reason the local coven needed me, plus mom and dad, and my grandfather; was because, a very special event was coming up and a lot of Weather Magick would be required.

For some unknown reason, attempting to control the weather, was a craft-idea, peculiar to us ‘On-the-Chalk’ Witches.

In May and June of 1944, the weather was much, much wetter than normal, and the ‘hush, hush’ D-Day Landing was unable to proceed, unless the weather changed. In fact thousands of troops were hidden out of sight, in all the local forests, awaiting the rain to ease-up and the invasion to start.

At the beginning of June, Witches came from far and wide to a sacred high-place in Ashdown Forest.

Here we all crowded into the ‘Power-Vortex’ and did a very special circle dance, for hour after hour, in the rain and mud, until at last, the Rain Gods realised we were serious, started to form the ‘Window in the Weather’ that enabled the D-Day landing to go ahead.

Soon there were military vehicles wverywhere, rushing the troops to the sea, whilst we trudged home soaked to the skin.

For the next 24 hours the skies were full of wave after wave, of aircraft heading for Europe; and by the end of the day, half of our ‘boys’ were dead in France; but the tide of war had changed.

Since then, I’ve tried to use my witchcraft talents for helping people, as the Village Witches in my family have always done.

I know that a lot of my readers are witches of one sort or another; and I hope they too are using their talents to help people.

I would also like to assure all my hundreds of German Friends that we bear you no ill-will, you were brainwashed by your government just as we were. We really are cousins you know!

More about Witches to come…. So stay tuned for the next item.

More about our Yuletide Celebrations...

2007-01-01T23:05:00.000Z

One of the highlights of our Yuletide Celebrations occurred for my wife and I today.

It was watching the New Year Concert in Vienna ( Austria ), on television.

Unfortunately, we were not amongst the 2,000 people crammed into the fabulous Concert Hall, in the Austrian capital; but, as usual, we were amongst the 30,000+ people, who lost out, in the draw for tickets.

As always, the elegant hall was bedecked with a superb display of flowers; but what I find so fascinating, is the obvious pleasure all the musicians are getting from being totally enraptured in the music.

When my wife and I were younger, we really enjoyed ballroom dancing, especially Polkas and the Viennese Waltz. The music of the Strauss family had us remembering the delights of our youth, as we listened, tapping our the rhythm with our feet.

There is a magick in dance music that occurs when you are dancing, in step with your partner, the tune, and with everybody else on the floor, at the same time. When the whole room is doing the same steps at the same moment in time, something happens inside you and suddenly everything is right with the world.

You've raised your mind to a higher level than normal, and it is wonderful. Ask any dancer.

It is one of the most special feelings I ever enjoyed. If you’ve never experienced it, you’ve never lived.

Our YuleTide Celebrations….

2006-12-30T23:19:00.000Z

Already we’re half way through the YuleTide Celebrations; and I’m exhausted! I’ve been wearing so many hats at the same time, I’m beginning to lose track of who I am.

At all our Tribal and family get-togethers, I’m expected to act as a Patriarch as well as our Matriarch’s Consort; which puts me in the ‘hot seat’ every time.
I’m also having to be a Husband, a Father, a Grandfather, and a Great Grandfather; to all the family I come into contact with, giving everyone of them the love and attention they so rightly deserve.
It’s a heck of a task, all this hugging, but so richly rewarding; I’m so happy that I have the most delightful family in the world.

Over the years, my wife and I have ‘adopted’ many ‘Sons’ and ‘Daughters’ and it is always so nice, when they ring us up from far away places, and I can give them our New Year Blessing.

“Thank You My Lady! For giving us the joy of such a marvellous family!”

May I take this opportunity, to send our Blessings to all our Shamanic Brothers and Sisters, and also all our Native American Brothers and Sisters, and all the countless ‘Healers’ who are using our LiveWood Tools to enrich the lives of others, less fortunate than themselves.

“May the ‘Folks Upstairs’ look upon you with gratitude, Bless you all!”

The Season’s Greetings to One and All...

2006-12-20T11:25:00.000Z

I don’t know how You and your family celebrate at this time of year; but we will be Celebrating Yüle in conjunction with our Wedding Anniversary, as we do every year.

To us Elves, Yüle, is the ‘Turn of the Year.’ Until comparatively recently, we didn’t know that ‘New Year’s Day’ was the start of each year. We just thought it was a man-made festival, promoted by the Church, because they didn’t know the right day.

We knew about the ‘shortest day’ but we didn’t know that it was scientifically possible to calculate the Winter Solstice. We ignorant country people, did it by taking the trouble to observe the sun-rise, each morning.

To do this you need to know exactly where the sun rises in relationship to the horizon visible to you from your viewpoint.

A simple way to do this is to watch the sun-rise through a window, using the bottom of the window frame as an artificial horizon.

Each day this week, the sun-rise will appear to move a degree to the right, ( i.e. South-wards ).
But on Friday 22nd of December, it will appear to stand still, as this is the Shortest Day of the Year, now known as the Winter Solstice.

Then from Saturday 23rd of December, the sun-rise will appear to move backwards ( i.e. to the left ) until the Summer Solstice. On seeing the sun-rise, change it’s direction, we Elves say to our selves, “Ah, Yüle starts tomorrow!”

As my dear wife Jên and I were married on the first day of Yüle 1955; it is still a very special day to us, and we’ll sharing a special meal with our family.

In fact, Yüle lasts for half-a-moon, ( 14 days ) until Holy Thorn Day on the 6th of January.

I will end, by wishing that you and those you hold dear, a Very Happy Festive Season and …

“May 2007 be your best year yet!”

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The Truth About Trees… Part 13

2006-12-15T23:40:00.000Z

One of my favourite trees is the Beech; Buche in German and Beuk in Dutch.

When you place your hand on it’s bark, it has a nice ‘cool, calm and collected’ touch about it; for it is a ‘ Luna’ tree.

We Elves, divide all Tree-Groups into ‘ Sola’ and ‘ Luna’ trees, because the ‘ Luna’ trees are much more willing to work with Humans. But I’ll tell you more about that in a future posting

You may have noticed that Beech Trees tend to have a lot of big, lumpy roots, poking up through the earth at the base of their trunk, as in the photo.

Often there are little pools of rainwater collecting between these roots.

Have you ever put your fingers into this water and actually felt the water?

Not only is it very soft, but it is also very soapy.

Do you know why this is and what it can be used for?

The clue to the answer is in the dark lines that can be seen running down the trunk, wherever a branch grows out from the trunk.

They are caused by rainwater running down the branch, and then running in a torrent down the trunk, leaving dust and dirt in it’s wake.

A lot of humans have ‘ greasy skin’ and so do Beech trees. So this greasy bark causes the rainwater running down it to become quite soapy.

In the old days when I was young, in this body, some sixty years ago; it was quite normal for people to place crocks ( china containers ) under Beech trees to collect the rainwater for washing hair.

For the first 15 years of my life, my hair was washed with ‘ Beech Rainwater’ every week.

Our Elfin hair is very fine, with the smallest diameter of any human hair. Which makes it lovely and soft, but almost unmanageable.

Barbers and hairdressers, hate having to cut it; and many is the time I had to wait in the shop whilst the hairdressers drew lots to see who would be the un-lucky one to have to deal with my hair.

This is why, now that people are more relaxed and tolerant, I now wear it in the traditional Elfin Top-knot.

Mind you, I do still get funny looks and small children pointing; but what the heck, I’m proud that my ‘ side-burns’ are long enough to go up to, and hang down from, my Top-knot. Which is easier than hanging them over my ears, like my Jewish friends do with their ‘ Payees’ or side-locks.

There is still a lot more to come on trees…. So ‘ stay tuned’…. And Bookmark this page!

Our Lady Goddess

2006-12-13T23:27:00.000Z

A friend recently showed me this Video.

It is called "The Goddess" and was made in America, by one of Her Followers.

It will give you an idea of how we Elves, see the Originator of our Matriarchal Clan System.
My wife, Jên, is the Matriarch or Leader of our family tribe, the 'Sælig Silvadobbs.'

We also know that She has a whole hierarchy of Minor Gods around her to keep everything running smoothly and any one of them, can tell us what to do.
A bit like the government in your country.

There is so many of them, that we don't know for sure, who's who, so we refer to them as "The Folks Upstairs."

So here She is..... The Goddess

If you find this interesting.... Please tell your friends to come and read this Blog... Thank You!

The Real Magick of RuneScripts….

2006-12-10T17:02:00.000Z

When Hengist the Jute Warlord, became the first ‘King’ of our area, some 1500 years ago, he built his Palace in Maidstone. It was rumoured that he had brought a ‘Magick Bone’ with him, that was the secret of his success.

Some of my ancestors, by devious means, managed to, eh, ‘borrow’ this fabulous item, make a copy of it, and return it without him knowing. Typical Elfin enterprise. ;-)

The ‘Bone’ was in fact, an ancient Human Thigh-bone, inscribed with a Runic Alphabet.

Nobody, including the King and his gang, knew how it worked…. They just knew it was Strong Magick!

As neither them, or us, could read and write, an alphabet didn’t mean anything. We, Elves, were however, very intrigued; as Magick was our stock-in-trade.

So, over the next 1500 years, we experimented to find out how these strange Runic Signs worked.

In the process, we discovered many things. The most exciting of which, was the sub-concious effect, the Runes had on peoples minds.

To put in modern terms…. Whenever a persons eye, beholds a Rune, an electrical circuit is triggered off in the synapses of the brain, that forms a ‘chain of thought’ that in turn, embeds itself in the memory and has a profound effect of other circuits in the same area of the brain.

To put it in a nutshell, every time you look at a Rune, you instinctively make a small change in your thinking.

This is accumulative, and can produce some very beneficial results in the sub-conscious mind.

It can do for the RightBrain what Positive Affirmations can do for the LeftBrain.

However, Runes only work in this manner, when they are ‘Activated.’

Activation is a Shamanic Quantum Leap of real Magick; and I’ve no intention of telling you about it. It’s far to dangerous!

Suffice to say, all my RuneScripts are activated when and where required, as I’ve spent the 25 year apprenticeship, necessary to qualify and become a RuneMaster.

So you can trust me, I know what I’m talking about, and the ‘Folks Upstairs’ are monitoring my actions, all the time. As my father used to say… “We have to do it Right, as we are Always in the eye of our Deities, and can’t afford to make mistakes!”

A RuneScript, is a group of Runes, forming a sentence, prayer or a picture. Other Signs and Sigils are often added to enhance the effect and make it look good.

But… Only the correct Runes will be activated to make it Safe and Effective.

Until recently, RuneScripts could only be activated by the RuneMaster actually writing the Script.

A couple of years ago, I found a sort of quantum physics method of using the back-lighting of the computer screen to ‘switch-on’ activated Runes in an electronically re-produced RuneScript.

This means I can produce a picture of a RuneScript, that will become activated when you look at it on your screen, and will therefore work correctly. You can even print it out and it will still work correctly.

However, if you try to copy, photocopy or print from the Screen-print image, it will not work. I will be nothing but a pretty picture. Sorry but there it is.

Likewise…. Don’t remove the © Copyright details as they are part of the script, and it won’t work without them!

If the RuneScript bears an descriptive sentence, such as ‘To Keep You Safe!,” this can be removed or replaced with a translation, if necessary.

RuneScripts are an ancient magick in modern clothes; and rather different from the Runes fortune-tellers use.

For your copy of our Safety RuneScript click here.

Something to Think About...

2006-12-07T12:40:00.000Z

As a senior citizen, I feel it is my responsibility to consider the legacy of my actions that I will be leaving behind me when I ‘ Discard my Spoon’ ( or ‘Kick the Bucket’ as we say in England ).

Today, I came across an interesting 3-min Video that I would like to share with you all.
You can see it by Clicking Here
It may give you something to think about?

LiveWood Tree Talks, Workshops and Seminars

2006-12-05T00:12:00.000Z

As many of you know, we have a Deutsch Website that keeps our German Friends up to date on what we as a family are doing.

Well, today, we received some lovely informal pictures of me talking to my friends at the Seminar near München, in October.

As you can see, I can’t stop talking, even at tea-break. I’m so keen on my work, I get carried away and my ‘son’ Martin, ( the tall guy on the right ), has to tell me to shut-up, and drink a coffee.

All this reminds me; if you feel you would like to organise a seminar for us, now is the time to start planning for next year.

We are looking for opportunities to talk and demonstrate our work with trees, and how they can help you achieve your destiny.

If you feel you could get a group of interested people together, please click here forDeutsch and click here for English and discuss it with us.

We hope to hear from you soon...

Having Fun Today in the Ancient City of Rochester

2006-12-04T00:00:00.000Z

Today in the ancient City of Rochester, where I live, there were over 5,000 visitors; making the place as busy as a beehive.

Because a famous Victorian Writer called Charles Dickens lived here, 150 years ago, we have a ‘Dickensian Xmas’ to celebrate the fame he brought to our City.

This is done by closing the old city to traffic and filling every space with stalls, ‘Morris Dancers’, and people dressed up as famous characters from Mr Dickens books, such as Scrooge, Mr Pickwick, etc.

Whilst wandering through the throng, I met an Elf-like fellow in a Victorian outfit, with a pencil stuck in the band of his top hat.

This indicated to me that he was a character artist, so I took my life in my hands and let him produce a likeness of my phizzhog ( face ).

What do you think of it? That’s a LiveWood Cudgel ( walking stick ) that I’m holding in my hand; as I’m not so lively on my pins ( feet ) as I used to be.

Incidentally, Rochester is in my opinion, is the oldest continuously lived in City, in this country and probably Europe as well.

It was a famous Victorian City, and before that a Medieval City, and before that, a Norman City, and before that an Jutish City where the first Roman Catholic Church in this country was built.

Of course, it was a Romeo-British Town before that, and a Roman Citadel before that and a Celtic Town before that.

And originally an Ancient British Encampment.

We have graves going back through all these times and before.
The one in my garden was radio carbon dated to 3650 BC and one in the suburbs was radio-carbon dated to 42,000 BC, but I’m not sure that we had towns in those far off days, as my BackBrain Memories don’t go back that far, mores the pity.

Likewise with the Mastodon Elephant they also dug up by our local river.

This place is steeped in history, like mulled wine.

The Magick of Megalithic Stones

2006-12-01T21:39:00.000Z

My Daughter-in-Law, Claudia, has suddenly become a ‘Cover-girl’ in a German Magazine.

The photo shows her on the five thousand year old, megalithic stone couch she uses in her Healing Work.

Although this local stone is named after ‘Hengist’, the first King of Kent, it is in fact a ‘Maid’ Stone.

It is in a powerful Ley-Vortex and produces all sorts of very special vibrations out of it’s top surface.

For many centuries, it has been used to transform ‘Barren Maidens’ into ‘Blooming Mothers’, by re-activating their ovaries and fallopian tubes, in a gentle but effective manner.

Hengist was a Warlord, from Lüneburger Heide, near Hanover in North Germany, who came here with his brother Horsa, in the sixth century.

The German Magazine is called “Rauch Zeichen” and is one of the best I’ve seen. If you read German, and would like a copy; they can be obtained via the German Bear Tribe website.
http://www.baerenstamm.de/cms/index.php?id=9

More local Megalithic Lore will come soon.

The Truth About Trees… Part 12

2006-11-30T22:11:00.000Z

Many of the huge Tree Groups ( i.e. Yew, Beech, Hazel, Hornbeam, Durmast Oak, etc. ) in our local area, are great personal friends to our Elfin Family. The reason for this is because we have been working, very closely with them for countless centuries.

You know, it is very humbling, but also very satisfying to talk to an ancient tree, that has known you, since you were introduced to It, as a babe-in-arms. In my case, 71 years ago, so they really know me.

In fact, they all knew my father since he was a babe-in-arms, and his father, and his father, and his father, and his father, and his father, and his father, and his father, and on-&-on ‘ad infinitum’ for at least a couple of thousand years. With this sort of background, they certainly know and trust us, enough to donate LiveWood to us.

LiveWood is my reason for living; but I’ll tell you more about that later, as you will need to know a few other things first, in order to grasp the metaphysical aspects of the whole thing, and use the knowledge to help you to achieve your own personal destiny. It is all a bit complicated, but all will be revealed, as soon as possible.

At this time of year, my son and I have to spend a lot of time, deep in the local forests, communing with our tree friends; hence the erratic posting schedule to this blog. But please, bide with us, and I'll go on sharing my stored up info with you, as quick and often as I can.

Its about time this information, was written down for the first time. And, who knows, 10,000 years of BackBrain Memory could be lost in a car crash… May ‘The Folks Upstairs’ forbid it!

If you, are enjoying reading my Blog, please tell all your friends. When I was younger, nobody had been interested in our work, for many many centuries; and you’ve no idea what a great thrill it gives me, now, to see the counter on this Blog, going up and up, every day. Wowie!! Maybe at last we’ve been accepted into civilised society?

Thank you all, for being my loyal readers…. " May The Folks Upstairs, look down on you with love, and Bless you, in all your endeavours! "

More to come, soon.

The Truth About Trees… Part 11

2006-11-25T23:56:00.000Z

Right now, here in my part of England, we are in the midst of a storm, with thunder and lightning and a drenching downpour of rain.

Which reminds me of some things I ought to tell you.

I don’t think that I mentioned that strong winds often sweep along Ley-Lines, buffeting any tree or building on the line.

Right now, the wind is howling, and causing the rain to lash the south-west side of my home, like It is angry that my house is in It’s way.

Ley Energy is very powerful and gives no thought to anybody else; so don’t upset It.

I live in a river valley, where our local river passes through the North Kent Downs; and due to the excessive amount of Ley-Lines in the area, we tend to have more than our fair share of Electrical Storms.

Whenever they occur, the thunder and lightning, seems to jump about amongst the hills, like their tails were on fire. A very wet but highly entertaining spectacle of nature in the raw.

When trees are struck by lightning, they usually survive, but for many years afterwards, when you touch them, you can still feel them quivering with the after effects.

However, no matter how much I look, I’ve yet to find any Herkimer Diamonds amongst their roots. Maybe the trees in Upstate New York are different to ours.

More to come….

The Truth About Trees… Part 10

2006-11-23T12:09:00.000Z

Most people have all sorts of preconceived ideas about trees that are wrong. As I mentioned earlier, trees are Group Entities not Individuals, like us.

So when you look at a particular tree, you are in fact looking at a member of a Tree Group; who may or may not, be a good representative of the group.

We tend to look at the part of the tree, that is visible above ground, and assume that we are looking at ‘The Tree.’

The truth of the matter is, we are only looking at part of the tree, that represents the group.

The tree’s head is in the ground.

The roots, ( it’s feeding system ) are the most important part of the tree, just as our head is to us. In fact, the tree’s head is in Mother Earth; and body hangs out of the ground, into Father Sky.

I’m not sure if they are upside-down or we are? You see, we have these things called legs, that hold us away from Mother Earth, and give us a different point of view.

It is also interesting to note that for every two inches ( 10 cms ) in length above ground, there is a corresponding length of root below ground.

Likewise, the texture of the wood in a root is very different to the wood in the tree’s trunk or branches.

The tree’s centre of consciousness is sited where the roots and trunk meet. This is usually just above ground level and can be seen as change in surface texture.

If a tree is cut through above this level, the tree will probably re-grow; but, if cut below this level. It will probably die.

So if you want to talk to a tree, talk to it’s roots not it’s branches and leaves.

More to come….

The Secret Life of Trees…. Part 1

2006-11-20T22:06:00.000Z

As I mentioned before; I now live in an old Victorian house, in a Three-Line Ley Vortex, known to us Elves as ‘Behind the Wallpaper.’

Using a secret process; I‘ve stretched the Earth Energy Vortex into a huge box-like shape that encloses the whole house and garden.

Most people know that Ley Energy travels in lines across the landscape; but it should be pointed out that Ley Lines are made up of a whole series of lines, both above and below ground as well as the normal ground-level ones, that people are familiar with.

This means that I have underground cellars with one sort of Earth Energy, a ground floor with traditional Ley Energy, and an upstairs with Psychic Energy.

Then, above it all is my ‘Eerie Eyrie’ (Eagles nest) full of Dryad Energy.

This Towering Box of Energy, is like a ‘Faraday Cage’ that keeps it contained and separate from the environment around it, so as not to influence my neighbours in any way. We need the energy but we have to be responsive to the needs of others, as well.

Apart from my immediate family, the only Entities, that have access to this Sacred Space, are the Team we work for, and the Old Gods we know as The Folks Upstairs.

Just out of interest, I have my Biggest Computer in my Eerie Eyrie, with a ‘wireless’ transmitter to the other computers. Which sounds quite normal. But, it just doesn’t work, as the Faraday Cage, seems to swallow up all the radio waves like sweets and we have to rely on cable connections, in stead. Oh the joys of Quantum Physics!

I'm in my Eerie Eyrie right now as I write this.

More to come…

The Truth About Trees… Part 9

2006-11-14T20:47:00.000Z

One of the delights of the Earth Energy in a Ley-Cross; is the ‘Doorway to Other Worlds’ contained within it.

It is the perfect place to Meditate, do Psychic Research, or Talk to Tree-Spirits.

One of my favourites is shown in the photo. It is an ancient, multi-trunked Durmast Oak. This type of Oak is known as Wintereiche on the Continent, and is very Luna in both feel and attitude. We’ll talk more about this later.

As you can see, I find it a perfect place to sit and chat with some of the huge Tree Spirits, or as we call them ‘Dryads,’ that my family have been working with for many many centuries.

This particular Ley-Cross has Five Ley-Lines crossing at this point, making it very energetic indeed.

When I was younger, I spent twenty years, living and working, in a house built on a Five-Line Ley-Cross, built in a Pre-Celtic GraveYard. And boy, what a great home that was!

Many of the world’s leading Occultists, visited me there and were amazed that we could live and work in such a hive of psychic activity. We, of course, took it all in our stride, but most of them found it gave them a migraine.

The home we had in Nederland…. On Odin’s Island, Below the Rivers, in the Land Beneath the Sea…. Had only two lines, but as the many Dutch friends that came to our monthly open-days will tell you; it certainly gave them a buzz.

Now I’m retired, I live and work in a simple Three-Line Ley-Cross, which still brings out the best in me…. It is hidden away ‘Behind the Wallpaper’ at the Last Safe Crossing of the Mudway Eelspate, as it leaves Andredsweald, and heads for the valleys of Long Lost Atland.
But that's another story for another time.

More on trees and their magick, is yet to come…

STOP PRESS!

2006-11-14T10:29:00.000Z

Something very special for all our German Friends…. And those English speakers who are willing to ignore the German Translation.

At my recent seminar in the bottom right-hand corner of Germany; Robert, one of the attendees, took the trouble to record my and Martin’s, indoor, info sharing.

Then another attendee, Rainer, converted it into MP3 files and made them available on the internet.

Many thanks to you both!... They’re great!

If you would like to grab this opportunity to hear Martin and I in action, please click on this link
==> http://www.hansetrain.de/dustymiller/

The sudden thwacking sound is me slapping my chest to prove I'm a solid body, and the knocking sounds are me tapping on my scull; so you don't need to get frightened or adjust your set. ;-)

Hope you enjoy it... we all did!

The Truth About Trees… Part 8

2006-11-12T20:24:00.000Z

Where two or more Ley-Lines cross each other, they form a vortex of Earth Energy, known as a Ley-Cross.

Any tree lucky enough, to grow in this power vortex, becomes a very special tree indeed.

The tree will grow multiple trunks and look very regal, and impressive. In fact, people will actually notice the tree and say, “Wow! What a powerful tree! I can feel it’s majesty from here!”

This is unusual, as most people tend to treat trees like wallpaper; never bothering to give them a second look. I trust that you will really look at trees in the future and give them the respect they deserve.
You will, won’t you?

The Chestnut tree in the photo is called ‘The Seven Sisters.’ It is only about 675 years old, but it is known as the ‘Biggest Living Thing’ in the British Isles.

That little figure is my 6 foot tall ‘Dutch Son,’ Jeroen, standing in it to give you an idea of the size.

Jeroen is quite as expert on trees and regularly takes people on special tours to visit some of the Woodland Giants in the UK. If you are interested, you can contact him via our ‘Dutch Site.’

More to come soon.

The Truth About Trees… Part 7

2006-11-11T21:34:00.000Z

In fact the whole of our corner of England, is criss-crossed with Ley-Lines, making it a very magickal place full of psychic vibrations.
As any Ghost-Hunter, Psychic Researcher, UFOlogist or Crop-Circle Buff will tell you.

Most people are not consciously tuned into Ley Energy, but they tend to respond to the lines all the same, giving them a feeling of comfort and peace with the world. "It feels good here!" is their usual response.

My father (Dusty the 12th) used to describe them as being a numerous as the lines on your palm. When you examine your palm, you will see that there some areas with lots of fine lines and some areas with very few. Our part of the British Isles is like the base of your thumb; full of lines going in two or more directions, due to the movement of your thumb.

And, I can assure you, that on Ley-Lines things are different to other normal places.

For example, four-leaf clovers can grow anywhere, but 90% of them are to be found on Ley-Lines. In fact, in 1984, I found 932 four-leaf, 311 five-leaf, and 6 six-leaf clovers on Ley-Lines just to prove the point, that they are easy to find.

Trees are so responsive to the Earth Energy that abounds on Ley-Lines that they grow more trunks than normal. By this I mean they have a normal root system but grow two or more trunks above ground, as in the picture.

Two or three trunks are quite normal on Ley-Lines, with four and more on Ley-Crosses. However, if it is a Ley-Cross involving three or more Ley-Lines, the number of trunks increases too. The biggest cluster I know of, consists of 17 trunks on an ancient ‘Grandmother’ Beech Tree.

More to follow, soon.

Tomorrow 11th November

2006-11-10T21:40:00.000Z

Tomorror at the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month....
people all over the UK, will remember loved ones who died during various wars, because they didn’t have the protection of the very effective RuneScript, that my father designed in 1956.

For more details, click the ‘Read More’ button above.

Terrorists in the UK

2006-11-10T21:13:00.001Z

Today, here in the UK there has been all sorts of dire warnings of possible Terrorist Attacts in the run up to Christmas.

Others are saying we all have, as much chance of being killed, simply crossing the road.

So a lot of people are getting worried; facing danger every way the turn.

But you don’t need to be afraid; all you need to do is click the ‘Read More’ button above, to get yourself and your loved ones, our Safety RuneScript. Its Free.

The Truth About Trees… Part 6

2006-11-09T07:31:00.000Z

The local forest that I mentioned last time, is very special to me, but it doesn’t seem to have a name.

It is just that bit of old woodland between the North Downs Way and the Pilgrims Way, printed in green on the local maps.

But my ancestors, couldn’t read or write, so we didn’t know that. We just knew it was full of ancient ‘Sacred' Trees, so we called it the ‘Holy Hill.’

The headlands are crowned with huge Durmast Oak Trees surrounded with abandoned ‘Coppice‘ woodland, carpeted with an ephemeral haze of Bluebells in the spring, that look so delightful and soul-lifting.

Also hidden away in the forest are numerous Megalithic Stones, known as ‘Grey Wethers.’

They were placed there by another aboriginal race like us, that we called the ‘Horned Ones.’ Later the Celts called them 'Goblins.'

We Elves, could feel the powerful Earth-Energy Lines, now known as Ley-Lines, but the Hornies couldn’t.
So they used huge stones from an unknown source, to mark the Ley-Crosses, so that they could find them again.

They were doing this in our area, over a thousand years before Stonehenge was constructed.

But these Stones are so well hidden in the landscape, that most of them don’t appear on any of the local maps, nor are they mentioned in any of the books on Megaliths, that the New Agers find so interesting.

Personally, I love to touch these Megalithic Stones and listen to the tune they hum under their breath, as they lay there, sleeping.

They are a sort of sandstone with strange holes that bubble through them like a badly beaten sponge-cake.

They also pulse with energy, and are always warm to the touch; even the winter snow melts whenever it falls on them, making them look warm and dry in the midst of a snowfield.

The whole forest is criss-crossed by Ley-Lines, making it a very powerful and vibrant place; where time is different to what we humans are used to.

Every energy line entering or leaving the forest is marked by a megalithic stone, forming a vast loop about the area.

Maybe some day, somebody will plot all the stones on a map and make a name for themselves, if they discover what it all means.

More to come….

The Truth About Trees… Part 5

2006-11-06T22:02:00.000Z

According to my grand parents, I’m a Hereditary ‘Brown’ Witch that ‘Walks the Chalk’.

One of my clients Terry Pratchett, bless him, wrote about us in his ‘Hat full of Sky’. It is well worth reading… Click the Read More Link above... because he knows what he is talking about.

Today whilst the full moon watched me, I was walking the chalk, through part of our local forest.

This old forest is full of English Yew Trees with an average age of 2000 years. There are hundreds of these ancient trees, forming what is probably the largest collection in the UK, if not Europe.

They are in, what the experts call a ‘Hanging Wood,’ on the Escarpment ( the steep slope ) of the North Downs in Kent.

The slope is about 70 degrees, with only 4 inches ( 9 cms ) of poor soil covering the chalk. Not the best place to live, but English Yews love it and refuse to live anywhere else; as any green-fingered, or green-thumbed, gardener will tell you.

The Tree Spirits in this forest, tell me both it and they, has been there for well over 50,000 years, and my BackBrain family memory supports the last 9,000 years of this.

As far as we know, it is a small remnant of the huge natural forest that was here in the last ice age. In those days, England was still part of Mainland Europe, and the forest stretched right across Southern Europe to the mouth of the Danube. In fact, a squirrel could have climbed a tree where I live and travelled all the way through the tree-tops to the beaches of the Black Sea, without it’s feet needing to touch ground on the journey.

About 5,500 years ago, England became an Island; cutting us off from the mainland.

Since then, the Celts, and all the other invaders that followed them, have cut down almost all of the forest; apart from the little strip that nobody wanted of our steep hillsides in Kent.

Natural virgin forests like this are extremely rare and pure delight to explore.

Maybe, if I am spared, I’ll organise a few trips for next spring or the summer holidays, so that you can experience it for yourself. I’ll announce it, in this Blog nearer the time; so stay tuned. If you'd like to book a place, you could e-mail me at trip@thedustymillers.net

More to follow….

The Widening Hole in the Ozone Layer

2006-11-04T23:23:00.000Z

I was a bit disturbed to see the latest picture of the Antarctic Hole the Ozone Layer.

Not only is it bigger, in spite of our efforts to control the gases that cause it, but it provides food for thought.

What If…

the lack of Ozone protection, causes the Antarctic Polar Icecap to melt very quickly?

Would the Earth suddenly become unstable?

Would it cause one or more Tsunami rushing Northwards to cause havoc?

Would the melting ice cause world wide flooding?

It makes you think,doesn’t it?

The Truth About Trees… Part 4

2006-11-02T21:35:00.000Z

As I mentioned before; trees are group entities and live in large groups. But I should point out, that each Tree Group will be made up of trees of one particular type.

We call these Tree Families, as they don’t appear to have any national or geographical differences within the family.

For example: a Beech Tree ( Fagus Sylvatica ) here in the UK, is the same as a Buche in Germany or a Beuk in the Netherlands; whereas the people in these countries are very similar but different, and speak different languages.

These Tree Groups also have the ability to exist in the same place at the same time, without getting in one another’s way; a bit like the way, water, tea, sugar, and milk, can all be in the same cup at the same time.

This ‘Cuppa’ Tea, looks like a brownish liquid but you tongue can identify each component with ease, and also determine the temperature of the beverage.

Most Tree Families are easy to identify…. Like Ash ( Fraxinus Excelsior ) Gemeine Esche in German and Es in Dutch…. Or Pine ( Pinus Sylvestris ) Gemine Kiefer in German and Grove Den in Dutch.

However, some Tree Families are sub-divided by their different Latin names. Oak for example, has a number of versions locally….. Common Oak ( Quercus Robur )…. Durmast Oak ( Quercus Petraea )…. Turkey Oak ( Quercus Cerris )…. Pin Oak ( Quercus Palustris )…. Red Oak ( Quercus Rubra )…. Etc.

But some Tree Groups have sub-divisions that the Scientists haven’t ‘cottoned onto’ yet. English Yew and Common Yew for example. Both of which have very different characteristics, but the same Latin name of Taxus Baccata.

Our local is the English Yew which grows very slowly and seems to live forever, like the one in the picture.

More to come soon.

Halloween and All Saints Day

2006-11-01T22:01:00.000Z

Last night we celebrated our own Ancestor Day, with special thoughts to the Dusty before me.

Dusty Miller the 12th ( or as we knew him, the Round Dozen ) who died suddenly in 1968.

“We still miss you Pop and you are always in my thoughts as we struggle to keep our unique Elfin Culture alive! Bless You and thank you for everything you taught us and for being such a great father and inspiration to me!
I trust that you are happy with my attempts to follow in your footsteps!”

I’m Back!

2006-10-31T18:47:00.000Z

Here I am again after five busy days doing a Tree Talk Seminar near Munich in Southern Germany. I expected it to be cold, but the weather was superb.

I’ve had a marvellous time meeting interesting people, eating everyday German food, drinking real coffee, and whizzing along various Autobahns, spotting wild Deer from the car window.

Mind you, I had some problems passing through the Airport Security System.

I had a very effective herbal, throat-spray, that I used to lubricate my dry throat when I have to talk continuously for seven or eight hours. I usually keep it with my Visual Display Folder and the maps and things in my lecture kit.

However, it was found and confiscated because the government in it’s infinite wisdom, were paranoid enough to think that I might use it in a ‘hijack’ attempt. How? I've no idea.

The authorities have also introduced yet another indignity for us older passengers….
Now as soon as you’ve got through the x-ray charade, of holding your trousers up whilst they screen your belt, and then having to replace most of your clothes….
They then, just as you think you've finished, expect you to pass your shoes through yet another x-ray machine.

Now that’s not too difficult for most people; but we older folks find it very difficult to change footwear, standing up.

I’m not sure why it is, but as you get older, your feet seem to grow away from you. So you can imagine the scene, half a dozen of us, senior citizens, squatting on the floor blocking the gangway as we struggle to replace our shoes without either the help of chairs and shoehorns.

By the time I’d got mine back on; I was in the right mood to kick somebody; but I managed to control myself by deep breathing as I galloped along the mile of corridors and escalators to get from the duty-free lounge to the actual boarding gate; with always seems to be at the backend of nowhere.

Then, of course, we have to walk down stairs to ground level in order to climb up the steps into the actual plane.

Oh the delights of air travel in the modern world. Still look on the bright side, at least I didn’t have to take my dental plate out this time.

I tell you, it is a good thing we can laugh, isn't it?

Just to let you know….

2006-10-25T20:50:00.000Z

At four o’clock tomorrow morning, my son will be driving me to the Airport.

I’m booked on the 7 am flight to Germany, and three days of sharing my knowledge with a group of German people. They don’t know it yet, but by the end of the weekend, we’ll all be good friends.

My German is very very limited, so all my words will be translated, paragraph by paragraph, by Martin, who has been like a Son to me for nearly sixteen years. He knows my stuff so well, he could do my talk for me, bless him.

So I’m busy packing. Making sure that everything sharp or pointed is packed safely in my suitcase, and that my pockes are empty as I go through the X-ray Machine, without causing an fuss.

I'll be away until Monday evening, so don’t expect any news until Tuesday.

If you want something to do… Checkout the links on the left, they contain lots of unpublished info for you.

Back soon....

Little known Words from our Pagan past… Part 3

2006-10-24T12:51:00.000Z

Further thought on my previous comments on the ‘ Downs’ in Part 2.....

Normally here in Great Britain, we think of invaders coming from the South or South-East, as did both the Normans and the Romans, with their large expeditionary forces.

We tend to forget about the many smaller invasions, by the Anglo-Saxons, Jutes, and numerous other North Europeans and Scandinavians. All of whom came ashore from the North Sea.

If you approach the North Downs from the sea, you will be climbing a long gentle hill, until you are between 500 and 600 feet ( 167 to 200 metres ) above sea level, before you realise it.
Then, suddenly, the ground falls away before you, giving you a fantastic panoramic view of the ‘Rift Valley’ now known as The Weald.

Lo and behold, you’ve reached the ‘ Downs.’ Maybe this is how they got their name?

More to come…

The Truth About Trees… Part 3

2006-10-23T16:28:00.000Z

One of the first things I discovered by talking to our tree friends was that, unlike us, they are Group Entities with what appears to be a host of separate bodies.

When we look at a ‘ tree’, we are in fact, only looking at a single tree, in a group of trees, that form the physical body, attached to a ‘ Tree Spirit.’

In this picture, you think you are looking at a lot of Hornbeam Trees, in a wood. But, in truth, we are looking at less than one percent of the huge group of trees that form the touchable body of a ‘Hornbeam Tree Spirit.’

If you touch any one of these trees, all the trees in the group will feel your hand, as they are all one and the same entity.

If, for example, a small boy were to kick a tree as he enters a wood, all the trees in the group would feel the blow and shout “Ouch!” and all the other trees, for about ten miles in any direction, would be saying to it’s neighbour, “Watch that boy, he kicks trees!” The word can get around, causing consternation, faster that a wasp at a picnic. So be careful what you do.

On the other hand, if you walk into a wood, with a smile and a word of greeting to the first trees, you’ll find all the other trees will be greeting you with smiles from then on.

A wood may look to be full of trees, but there may only be a comparatively small number of Tree Spirits, with huge groups, living in that same wood.

A bit like ‘ Set Theory’ mathematics, a Tree Group can be as small as one or large as countless thousands. And the trees within the Tree Group will be of all ages from, this years seedling, up to forest giants, many centuries old. So counting them is an extremely difficult job.

It is also interesting to note that, the longer a Tree Group resides in an area, the bigger the group becomes. Many of our local groups have been here for well over fifty thousand years, and are still growing.

More to come….

Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 2

2006-10-21T14:12:00.000Z

Last time we talked about our local forest of Andredsweald. This time we'd like to tell you about the new words that came about when the Anglo-Saxon invaders divided England up into Counties.

In the process, the 'Weald' became part of three different counties (known in later Saxon times as the 'Holme Counties'). 'Kent' was 'Over-the-Hills' to the North and East', with 'Sussex' 'Over-the-Hills' to the South and West and 'Surrey' over in the North West. The actual weald, (already half denuded of its trees) had taken on a rural garden aspect, and became known as 'Holmesdale'.

The hills that form the northern and southern boundaries of the modern Weald are in fact known as the North and South 'Downs'. Their tops or crests are called 'headlands'; their slopes are called 'hills' and the valleys between them are referred to as 'bottoms'. These names sound quite sensible, but where the name 'Downs' came from we've no idea.
Maybe it is some sort of 'English' joke?

In those days, the people living in Kent, Surrey and Sussex, considered themselves rather sophisticated. That is, apart from the 'Wild Folk' who still lived rough, deep within the forests of Holmesdale.

The remnants of the ancient forest were often referred to as the 'Wild' and their inhabitants as 'Wildmen', Wealdenmen', 'Wildershers' or 'Willocks'.
One of the tribes, the extremely hairy ‘Woodwoses’, are remembered as the ‘Hairy-foot Hobbits’ in Tolkin’s books.

The rest of England was referred to as 'The Shires' and their inhabitants were looked down on as foreigners or 'furriners'.

In fact anybody who wasn't born in this rather elite, south-east corner of England was considered a foreigner, for at least the first twenty-five years of his or her residency. If they spoke any other language, than Anglo-Saxon or Old English, they were called 'Frenchies' irrespective of what country they came from.

Incidentally, the Romeo British and Celtic people who were forced to live in the mountain fastnesses of Wales, as a result of the Anglo-Saxon Invasion; were now referred to a 'Welsh' which means 'Foreigner in the old tongue of these isles. Likewise, the 'Walnut' is the Foreign Nut because it was first introduced to England by our Roman Invaders.

The famous British author, Mr J.R.R.Tolkien, (another person with a BackBrain full of memories like us), as woven a lot of his folk memories into his stories about Middle Earth. Including 'The Shires' and 'Silver Haired Elves' like us.

For further information on Tolkien's stories, just click on this link:http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/redirecthome/practichelpforgo then put his name in the search box and click 'Go!'

The Truth About Trees… Part 2

2006-10-19T11:24:00.000Z

At first, all my conversations with the ancient trees that were so beloved to my father ( Dusty Miller 12th ); were only what you could describe as ‘ small talk’ or ‘ polite conversation’, as after all, I was only a small boy.

After a few years of this, my father felt that I was growing up quick and introduced me to the sophisticated picture language that our tree friends use for ‘ serious instruction’.

This involved the deliberate use of my RightBrain, to mentally project and receive, moving visual images, as an internal teaching aid.
This difficult to explain; it is like having a computer screen in your head. Trees don’t have names like us; but they can tell us who they are, by projecting a picture onto the screen.

For example: One of my tree friends will show me a panoramic view of a local hillside, with all the Yew Trees in sharp relief and all the other trees slightly out of focus. I will look at the scene, recognise the wood and trees, and know it is the Yew Tree Spirit centred in West Hoath Wood.
So their name is in fact a visual picture, not a sound or word.

I didn’t appreciate it at first, but soon I began to realise that I was now talking to the ‘ Higher Self ‘ of the ancient tree, rather than the physical tree itself.
I’d passed my initiation into the Neurosomatic Circuit and my own Higher Self was calling the shots.

As an Hereditary Witch I’d come of age.
So we had a family party and to celebrate, and I, grew my moustache. It looked a bit stupid on a thirteen year old, but I liked it.

More to come, soon….

Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 1

2006-10-17T13:01:00.000Z

As we ( The Dusty Millers ) are the modern descendants of an extremely ancient tribe of Wealdenfolc (Wild Woodfolk) from the area known today as 'The High Weald of Kent and Sussex'; we thought we'd try and keep alive, some of the words that were common in my father's day, but are sadly getting forgotten from lack of use, in modern English.

We hope that this item will prove to be popular with our readers,as we have so many words that we would like to tell you about, that we could go on for many years.

The 'Weald' of Kent and Sussex, mentioned above, was originally 'Andredsweald, the Home of the Goddess. It was the Dwarfish invaders in the so-called 'Bronze Age' who named it after their Earth Mother Goddess, Andred. We were living there long before they came, but we didn't know about giving places proper names, so we just referred to it as our WildWood Homelands.

Later, in the Iron Age, the Celts, called The Earth Mother Goddess, Tann. Which is probably where the German word 'Tannenbaum' comes from.

Later still, she was called Saint Anne, when she was converted to Christianity.

The word 'Weald' means a natural self-seeded forest, that is so old it was there long before mankind found it. Sometimes it is referred to as a The WildWood, GreenWood or TangleWood, due to its thick undergrowth and lack of paths.

In Celtic times it was home to lots of aboriginal tribes like us, who were forced to live out of sight and outside the law, and were considered no better than animals, by the Celtic invaders and their descendants.

Later, when we used to attack travellers (rather like Robin Hood in Sherwood) as our way of getting revenge; the Celts made a lawforbidding travellers from 'leaving the path'.

This sage advice of 'Don't Leave The Path' has been handed downover the centuries and even today, you still find the instruction 'When in the Woods, don't, whatever you do, leave the Path!'

The Truth About Trees… Part 1

2006-10-15T11:43:00.000Z

It was back in the forties, when I first started to talking to the many ancient trees that my family worked with.

Although I spoke in human words, using my LeftBrain; they answered me in a RightBrain manner, with inner feelings and motions, sounds and impressions, subtle sensations and inner visions.

My RightBrain had no problem with this, but there were times when my LeftBrain had great difficulty translating the pictures and sensations into words of explanation to others.

As a youngster, this didn’t worry me, because we were ‘outlaws, beyond the pale’ at the time, and nobody outside the family, was interested or even cared about what I thought or experienced. And if they had known I was talking to Trees, they would have rushed me off to the ‘Funny Farm’, as Bipolar Disorder was unknown to the Medical Profession in those days.

So, outside the family, I kept my own council and my mouth shut.
But now, things are a bit different, and I’ll tell you more and more, in future issues of this blog.

A Seminar/Workshop for all our German Friends

2006-10-14T09:55:00.000Z

Just a 'Quickie' to let you know that my wife and I will be doing a LiveWood & Healing Seminar in Barvaria ( Southern Germany) in a couple of weeks.
Friday 27th October to Sunday 29th October at a Seminar-House near Munchen.
For details....
http://www.dustys-lebensholz.de/DustyMillerSeminardaten.html

Why I Love Really Ancient Trees

2006-10-12T16:35:00.000Z

Here in the UK there are lots and lots of ancient trees. In Kent, which is the bottom right-hand corner of England, we have many really ancient yew trees. When I say ancient, I’m talking about trees that were around 2000, 3000, 4000, and even 5000 years ago.

The Tree in the picture, was old when Tutankhamun was born in Ancient Egypt, and a couple of thousand years older than the church they built next to it. That is me inside it :-)

I was born into a local family, that thought it was quite normal to talk to these ancient trees. Many centuries ago, nobody told my ancestors that you “can’t talk to trees, ‘cos that don’t have any ears!” so they just went ahead and did it. And they’ve been doing it ever since, as a normal part of life. I’ve been talking to our ancient trees, for over sixty years now, and found it very rewarding.

Being very curious, I tend to ask them a lot of questions, ( I’m still a kid, at heart) and then listen to their long explanations as they update my knowledge of their fasinating world.

In fact, over the years I become quite an expert on both the physical and metaphysical life of our local ancient trees; and give lots of talks and seminars on the subject.

Some of our local ancient trees are very interested in us and are willing to form partnerships with us humans, so we can both progress on many levels. During the last thiry-odd years, I’ve helped over 10,000 people to work towards their destiny, just by finding them the right tree to work with.

www.themillerclan.org.uk/who/English.htm

Hello, I'm just a beginner at this....

2006-10-12T09:37:00.000Z

Being a 'RightBrained' guy in a 'LeftBrained' world, I've got to get used to putting my thoughts down on paper.
It is, sort of, turning the pictures in my mind, into words, so that other people can form them into a picture in their own mind. Their picture may or may not be the same as mine, but if the effect it has on them is the same as it has on me, success has been achieved.
If on the other hand, my words don't make sense to them, and they think that I'm just a silly of fool, then that is OK too.

So I guess it is up to you to judge my efforts for yourself and love me or leave me, as your heart dictates.