Being gay in the Initiatory Alexandrian Tradition of witchcraft

“Being Gay in the Initiatory Alexandrian Tradition of Witchcraft”  So, author and Witch @yvonne_aburrow invited Geoff and I to talk about our experience of coming into the Craft as gay men in the 1990’s - when to be “gay” and a “witch” was still considered incompatible by many of the more conservative in the Tradition (despite our Founder being queer himself…) - and how much the experience has now changed for later generations like our own Initiate, Will. We also chatted about running a Coven as a gay couple, how and why we founded The Coven of The Sacred Wellhead, that old fruit ‘polarity’, whether sexuality or gender expression makes any difference to the magic we work, and our own belief that Diversity and Inclusion should be at the very heart of contemporary Wiccan and Pagan Theologies. Yvonne has kindly posted the interview as part of her excellent “Queer magic” series - and you can view it on her #youtubechannel here: #alexandrianwitchcraft #britishtr

Just feel…

Meditation and mindfulness give you the opportunity to practice Being without attachment: when you can sit and simply observe, you realise that you don’t have to act on the feelings or thoughts that arise - but nor do you need to ignore or reject them. When the energy of an idea or an emotions arises, if we reject it with a mental ‘no!’ then we only suppress it’s energy - we don’t allow it to discharge or dissipate, but only push it back down (we literally ‘depress’ it into our subconscious) - this ‘pushing back’ only increases the urgency of the energetic pressure behind that arising, making it even more needy for expression. If, however, we regularly practice sitting in awareness, and allow whatever arises to simply ‘be’ - observing each emotional, intellectual, or energetic arising, acknowledging it with compassionate curiosity, but not actively engaging with it (neither reaching for it, nor pushing it away) - then that energy has the freedom to arise, bloom and express itself w

Sunshine and shadows

The trouble with having your head full of sunshine and rainbows, is you don’t see the shadows or the holes under your feet until it’s too late. Ignoring the ‘difficult’ stuff doesn’t make it go away - it just makes everything feel only 2 dimensional and hollow; any artist will tell you: you need the shadows as much as the highlights in order to help define the shapes and the edges of reality... But equally, if you’re only ever looking down at the ground, expecting only to find pot holes, you’ll overlook the beauty of the flowers amongst the paving-cracks - and totally miss the shooting stars overhead. Because the truth is, we see what we look for - and it’s our perceptions and expectations that shape the world we see and the life we feel able to live. So no matter how bleak your heart feels, remember to always take time everyday to look for the miracles - to smell the rose, or gaze at a star - or the warmth of a loved ones smile; because to allow yourself to find these simple bea


It’s all connected.  Every breath you take has been breathed by another first - every morsel of food and sustenance was once another living tybeing - every cell of your body only exists because of the network of life that supports and sustains it - and has done so on this gleaming, breathing, interpenetrating green and blue bubble of life we call ‘home’. Every molecule of oxygen, every atom of Carbon, every proton and neutron and quanta of your existence was born first in the heart of a star - as energy transforms into matter and matter is converted once more into energy in an endless and almost infinite unfolding of potential - reborn over and over within the endless death and rebirth of the material Cosmos over millennia of time... Now, tell me again how your life has no ‘meaning’ - or that you don’t feel ‘that’ person deserves your acceptance because they have more melanin in their skin than you - or dress a bit differently; tell me again how their right to life and happiness is not

Only *THIS* is real

You forget what’s real when you’re stuck in Depression. You get caught up in your head, looped in your thoughts and mired in morality and metaphysics - “Who am I? I feel unworthy... Why am I always unhappy? What’s the point of living, without Hope...?” But in all that rumination and suffering, we forget that although the momentary energy of the thought is ‘real’ - flickering across the billions of neurones in our physical brain - the thought itself is not: it is fleeting, a moment in time, a projection into a future that does not exist and cannot be accessed...  And just as the thoughts in your head are but passing waves that rise and fall within and between cells, so the ‘thinker’ who ‘thinks’ them only truly exists as an idea: a projection of the ego and a composite of previous, ego-filtered experience, compiled into an idea of ‘me’ and jealously guarded against the possibility of dissolution... The only ‘Truth’ - the only ‘reality’ is this physical moment - these cells, these quanta

Mindful living is Purpose enough

Two quotes came up today on my Instagram dashboard - synchronous with the slow insight that has been dawning in my own Work and meditation practice: is there any great ‘purpose’ than to be fully and truly conscious and alive - fully embodied in the unfolding Divinity of this Living Moment...? I think these words from four of our Century’s Great Souls can say it better than anyone: “Through the practice of living mindfully, we learn new habits. Walking, we know that we are walking. Standing, we know that we are standing. Sitting, we know that we are sitting. Practicing this way, we gradually undo our old habits, and develop the new habit of dwelling deeply and happily in the present moment. With mindfulness in us, we can smile a smile that proves our transformation.” - Thich Nhat “The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.” - Alan W

What is ‘Enlightenment’ anyway?

“Once you are once awakened, you can never fall back asleep again...” But is this true? How, then, do I ‘forget’ the great, life changing ‘truths’ that I’ve learnt and experienced in the past? How did I forget my strength, my independence, my Divine right-ness to simply ‘be’ without shame or fear or guilt...? Did I not ‘know’ it truly? Was my Pride merely skin deep - to be shed when my life and confidence shrank...? Or was I ‘ensorcelled’ as Jamie puts it: entranced and under a spell - lost in a hall of mirrors, of appearances... perhaps it was of my own doing, the curl-up survival instinct of the victimised in order to survive - but in doing so I rebirthed old wounds and traumas that split me from myself and left me compartmentalised, and truly not ‘in my right mind’... And was this the cause and purpose of my Depression? - the mud of my self-inflicted suffering: to shock me out of this sleepwalking fall into dead and unhelpful habits - the headlong rush into ego-self and the pl