Flying High. No Underpants.

August 17, 2021


OK. This was one of the most extraordinary insights I’ve received in meditation. But it didn’t begin with broom travel. It began with a deeper exploration of how our ancestors were connected with the Seven Nations, especially the Prana/Plant Nation. They knew intrinsically how to work with the energies of plants for healing and travel in other realms. For on one level, any deep and profound connection with the Prana Nation is about stepping into other realms of knowledge and wisdom.

And, as is true for indigenous wisdom keepers in cultures around the world, that connection and travel included working with plants that induced altered states of consciousness. There wasn’t as much sense of ‘good’ plants and ‘bad’ plants as we hold today. All plants were part of a sacred cosmology and they were honored and respected for their unique gifts whether for food, shelter, healing, or otherworld travel.

I’ve often read about wise women ancestors who traveled other realms with the help of spirit guides and plants. And I had read that they would rub consciousness altering plants on their brooms and then rub their brooms against their genitalia which does seem a rather immediate and effective protocol. This illustration entitled Flying Witch from 1897 seems to reflect this even if it seems she doesn’t have a broom.

And that’s when it hit me that of course…they didn’t wear underpants. Although some women experimented with these undergarments throughout history, it was generally the aristocracy and for them underpants only became widely popular around 1840. In fact what we consider modern briefs or panties were only introduced in Germany in 1914. 

So now we have the popular image of ugly witches on broomsticks, often with a spirit guide cat. And while I can imagine their otherworld experiences would have been formidable, this has come down to us as something to fear. Of course they weren’t all old or ugly and they didn’t save these otherworld journeys just for Samhain or Halloween. Sad that we have lost our understanding of this. One more story that disconnects us from the natural world and what was once our intimate relationship with it.

One more story that demeans and denigrates the wisdom of our ancestors, especially the women. I am grateful when my meditations lead me to other stories.

Judith –

A High King In Home?

July 26, 2021


With the image of an automatic weapon on his baseball cap and a rather large skull tattoo on his neck, I was a bit wary. Clearly part of the community but, I assumed, clearly not part of my tribe. And then he told me that it’s time for the rise of the divine feminine. Seriously?

He was parked near my car this morning as I walked along the cove road in Home. Yes, Home is the name of our village. When I returned to my car he was standing looking at the water. I said hello as I walked to my car and he turned and began an animated conversation. He glanced down at the trash along the side of the road and talked about how it was a sign of disrespect for the natural world to just leave garbage around, that we need to learn to respect nature, that it’s time to turn away from the masculine energy of anger and war. We need more harmony, he said. We need more unity. Things are falling apart and we need women to lead. Seriously?

He is in fact a local and, he admitted, because of how he looks people assume he’s associated with those folks out here who are involved in drugs and robberies in the area. But he named himself a good guy among the bad guys and that when he hears of a robbery he makes the rounds, banging on doors and demanding of folks that if they stole the stuff they need to give it back. “That little old lady needs her stuff back!”

And then he launched into how everything is energy and we are all connected and we are all one. I stood there listening to him and thought, OMG I’m listening to an expression of the High King energy. I’ve written before about Irish King Cormac and his Instructions for the King. This young man was ticking all the boxes. 

People think I’m weird and a bit crazy”, he said. As I got into my car I assured him he isn’t at all crazy and said I hoped to see him again. Apparently he comes to the water frequently for the peace.

High King or not, this young man is a tribal leader. I was humbled by our encounter and grateful to have seen beyond his hat and tattoo to his soul. May we all find our way to see the soul of those we find in our path. Seriously.

Judith –


July 6, 2021


In 2007, the new edition of the Oxford Junior Dictionary dropped around forty common words citing they were no longer being used enough by children to merit their place in the dictionary. The list of these lost words includes acorn, adder, bluebell, bramble, dandelion, fern, heron, kingfisher, lark, newt, otter, weaselwillow, and wren. Among the words taking their place were attachment, blog, broadband, bullet-point, cut-and-paste, and voice-mail

Just let that sit there for a moment and see how it lands in you.

It didn’t land well with Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris and they set out to make a “spell book” that would conjure back twenty of these lost words. Through Macfarlane’s delightful  poetry and Morris’ stunning illustrations, they summon these words again into the voices, stories, and dreams of children and adults alike, and celebrate the wonder and importance of everyday nature. The Lost Words is that book. Here’s what they created for dandelion.

Dazzle me, little sun-of-the-grass!
nd spin me, tiny time-machine!

   (Tick-tock, sun clock, thistle & dock)
Now no longer known as
Dent-de-Lion, Lion’s Tooth or Windblow,
   (Tick-tock, sun clock, nettle & dock)
Evening Glow, Milkwitch, or Parachute, so
Let new names take and root, thrive and grow,
   (Tick-tock, sun clock, rattle & dock)
I would make you some, such as
   Bane of Lawn Perfectionists
Or Fallen Star of the Football Pitch
   Or Scattered, but
Never would I call you only, merely, simply, ‘weed’.
                                                                           (Tick-tock, sun clock, clover & dock)

I have an extensive collection of children’s books. At this stage in my life I’m not interested in accumulating more of pretty much anything. Yet this book of spells is tempting. I think we all need a bit of spell binding, we all need to create spells through words and art and even music. Spells that bind us to the natural world. 

May we be spellbound.

Judith –

Wisdom Of The Forest

July 5, 2021



We have the power
to shift course. It’s our disconnectedness – and
lost understanding about the amazing capacities of nature – that’s driving a lot of our despair, and plants in particular are objects of our abuse. By understanding their sentient qualities, our empathy and love for trees, plants, and forests will naturally deepen and find innovative solutions. Turning to the intelligence of nature itself is the key.

Suzanne Simard


I recently read Suzanne’s amazing book, Finding The Mother Tree: Discovering the Wisdom of the Forest. It’s the story of her pioneering work on plant communication and intelligence. Although this knowing is rooted in our collective consciousness, it seems our science-mind culture needs scientific proof. Fortunately people are finally listening.

In our listening, will we embrace the wisdom of the forest? 

Judith –

Beyond The Illusion

July 4, 2021


Our separation from each other is an optical illusion.
When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it.
Everything is connected.
The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.
Albert Einstein

It’s all energy and it’s all connected. Would that we could step beyond the suffering and illusion of our separateness. There is a universal harmony that calls us back home to remember and re-member our place in the universal and cosmic web.

Judith –

Myth Goes Mainstream

July 3, 2021


Raven has been very present and very loud these last few days here at MossTerra. Dennis suggested perhaps they are announcing their new stamp. I mentioned this legend recently in my blog post about the Asharaji/Creature Nation and was delighted to see this announcement this morning.

We’re excited to announce the first stamp rendered by a member of the Native American Tlingit Tribe. The Raven Story stamp highlights an important story to the Indigenous people of the Pacific NW Coast. Raven plays an essential role in traditional tales of the creation of the world, when Raven sets free the sun, moon and stars. In this design, Indigenous artist @RicoWorl depicts Raven just as he escapes from his human family and begins to transform back into his bird form.   US Postal Service

I can’t wait to get some as we are just about out of our John Lennon stamps…a legend of mythic proportion. 

Judith –

Weird Enough To Be Wise

July 2, 2021

The Light Of Ancient Wisdom


Deepening my connections with the Seven Nations, I find myself navigating landscapes and experiences I could never have imagined. In my circles of elder spiritual sisters who are on the same journey, we often talk about how grateful we are to have each other because if we talked with others about this we would be considered weird. Weird. It’s actually exactly what we are supposed to be.

While this is perhaps new for us, it is a landscape very familiar to our ancestors. Our ancestors of both biology and soul.

In old traditions those who acted as elders were considered to have one foot in daily life and the other foot in the otherworld. Elders acted as a bridge between the visible world and the unseen realms of spirit and soul. A person in touch with the otherworld stands out because something normally invisible can be seen through them.

The old word for having a foot in each world is ‘weird.’ The original sense of weird involved both fate and destiny. Becoming weird enough to be wise requires that a person learn to accommodate the strange way they are shaped within and aimed at the world.

An old idea suggests that those seeking for an elder should look for someone weird enough to be wise. For just as there can be no general wisdom, there are no ‘normal’ elders. Normal bespeaks the ‘norms’ that society uses to regulate people, whereas an awakened destiny always involves connections to the weird and the warp of life. 

In Norse mythology, as in Shakespeare, the Fates appear as the Weird Sisters who hold time and the timeless together.

Those who would become truly wise must become weird enough to be in touch with timeless things and abnormal enough to follow the guidance of the unseen. Elders are supposed to be weird, not simply ‘weirdoes,’ but strange and unusual in meaningful ways. 

Elders are supposed to be more in touch with the otherworld, but not out of touch with the struggles in this world. Elders have one foot firmly in the ground of survival and another in the realm of great imagination. This double-minded stance serves to help the living community and even helps the species survive.        Michael Meade

Since I wrote and published my Call To Crone book, I find that so many who are not elder aspire to be crone. Perhaps an aspiration for the wisdom they sense in it. But being crone, being elder, is never about wisdom alone. It requires a journey of experience. My counsel is always to take time to enjoy the journey and accumulate the insights as they come. Take the time to become weird enough to be wise.

Judith –

With Beauty & Gratitude

July 1, 2021


With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.

 From Walking in Beauty
Closing Prayer from the Navajo Way Blessing Ceremony

May we all walk in beauty, in wholeness with the Seven Nations, and in gratitude.

Judith –

An Asha Story

June 29, 2021


The Seven Nations


This is a story I collected many years ago. It’s still one of my favorites.


Woven With The Earth

“I thought having eight kids would do it,” Eddie laughed and nodded to the large family photo over the living room mantle. “All grown and not one of them with an interest in the weaving.”

Eddie is a Donegal hand-weaver, as was his father and his father before him. Knowledge passed down father to son for centuries. Now, with as few as two dozen still working the loom, Eddie speculated that within ten or twenty years, there would be none left. That was ten years ago.

We climbed the narrow stairs leading from the shop to a small room with one window. Built in place, the loom took up the whole of it as we wedged ourselves against a wall to watch him work. The prospect of sitting there eight to ten hours every day seemed an obvious disincentive to following in his footsteps. Still, it was sobering to consider that we were watching one of the last of the Donegal weavers.

Three years later I returned to find Eddie filled with news of a son returned from college to be involved with the hand-weaving. Though, it turned out, not as a weaver. With a degree in business and marketing, he had just opened a weaving heritage centre in the old trading house on the village square, site of the original wool markets. At Eddie’s insistence we wandered over to have a look. Descriptive photo displays covered the walls between the shelves of woven and knit products for sale. Beyond the displays and shelving the room opened to a man sitting at a loom weaving. A friend of Eddie’s, he had been convinced to set up one of his looms for demonstrations. The centre was mostly empty that day and it was not long before we were listening to stories of his learning the craft at his father’s loom. Of him tending the sheep who supplied the wool. Of his mother gathering plants to dye the wool. Of how, like Eddie, he could not interest any of his sons in weaving. 

There was an awkward silence and his eyes moistened. Clearing his throat, he stopped weaving and continued. 

“For you see now, we’re not just after weaving the cloth. No, we are weaving the land into it. The colours of the turf and moorland, the gorse, the hills and fields, the stones and sky. All of that, you see, is what we’re about doin’. We gather up the colours of the land and put them in the cloth. For you see, the land is who we are. This is who we are as a people. Nowadays the cloth is more and more made by big machines. The wool comin’ from Australia and the colours decided by someone in England. Nothing Irish about it at all anymore. Only a few of us left to be weavin’ of the land, and soon enough all of that will be lost.”

He cleared his throat and began weaving again as a small group of tourists made their way toward the loom. “Well now, you’re not likely wanting to hear more of that,” he said. Just as we were protesting that we did indeed want to hear more, a young girl in school uniform burst through the back door, dropped her book bag and climbed up into his lap. “Ah, now then this would be my granddaughter,” he said with a smile. And together they fell into the rhythm of the clacking loom.

We are woven. We are one.


Judith –

Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.

Asha. The Earth.

June 28, 2021


The Seven Nations


Wholeness of all Life.

Asha is the quality or energy binding all of the other Nations together to create wholeness, balance and the possibility for the diversity of all Life to exist. If there were no Shoka to stand on, there would be no place for Water to flow, or Prana to grow, or the Creatures to live. Seeing the vast diversity of life on Earth reminds us that we are truly interdependent and one. According to Mukanda Dawe, gravity is Earth Mother’s love holding us to her heart.

Asha invites us to consider our integration with all life and integration of the elements and aspects of our lives. Working with the energy of Asha brings wholeness and integration. In this, going back to Chief Sealth, we are reminded that humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

To feel the strength and ancient beingness of the Earth,
the soil, and all Life changes you.
Mukanda Dawe


Judith –

Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.