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Inside out


I am here, inside

I’m standing right here,

I can hear you call me scum.

I hear you when you say those things.

It’s me inside,

But you don’t want to know.

I am a body,


Not perfect, unbeautiful.

I am a spirit,

Not perfect but beautiful.

I am here on the inside.

I am me,

You don’t know me,

Inside out.


Celtic Astrology – The Quest For Truth

Celtic Tree Astrology: The Alder Alder – The Trailblazer
March 18 – April 14
If you are an Alder sign within the Celtic tree astrology system, you are a natural-born pathfinder. You’re a mover and a shaker, and will blaze a trail with fiery passion often gaining loyal followers to your cause. You are charming, gregarious and mingle easily with a broad mix of personalities. In other words, Alder signs get along with everybody and everybody loves to hang around with you. This might be because Alder’s are easily confident and have a strong self-faith. This self-assurances is infectious and other people recognize this quality in you instantly. Alder Celtic tree astrology signs are very focused and dislike waste. Consequently, they can see through superficialities and will not tolerate fluff. Alder people place high value on their time, and feel that wasting time is insufferable. They are motivated by action and results. Alder’s pair well with Hawthorns, Oaks or even Birch signs.

This is me allegedly, it’s just another version of being Aries but I also relate very well to the sign following this one. The span of dates on Alder is up to my birthday of the 14th so I’m cuspal and will also relate to the next sign.

Celtic Tree Astrology: The Willow Willow – The Observer
April 15 – May 12
If you are a Willow sign, you are ruled by the moon, and so your personality holds hands with many of the mystical aspects of the lunar realm. This means you are highly creative, intuitive (highly psychic people are born under the sign of the Willow) and intelligent. You have a keen understanding of cycles, and you inherently know that every situation has a season. This gives you a realistic perspective of things, and also causes you to be more patient than most tree signs. With your intelligence comes a natural ability to retain knowledge and you often impress your company with the ability to expound on subjects from memory. Willow Celtic tree astrology signs are bursting with potential, but have a tendency to hold themselves back for fear of appearing flamboyant or overindulgent. It is your powers of perception that ultimately allow your true nature to shine, and what leads you to success in life. Willow signs join well with the Birch and the Ivy.

I’ve always been interested in Astrology as a way of articulating the character in people. People born at the same time of year do follow a certain pattern of behaviour specific to that time of year and different people do share those traits. Whether this is dictated by the position of the Moon or the alignment of the stars is subjective but it is possible due to the effect of the Moon’s gravity (afterall this satelite controls our tides!) and I’m sure star alignment will affect us in some way, probably in the amount of Gamma radiation we are subjected to at that time of year.

My personal belief is that when we are in our mum’s womb we are subject to her hormones and moods aswell as the physiological influences her body has on us. This is affected by her diet (which will change seasonally – especially back in olden times when Astrology was written, the people would have been subject to seasonal diets) and the amount of sunlight she is exposed to during her pregenancy. We know that sunlight not only affects growth but also moods and this must in some way affect the growing fetus.

However we arrive at our conclusion, it is safe to say that Astrology is not hocus pocus. It has truth in it that is undeniable. One main reason it has been pushed down in our estimation in society is because of the Christian/Catholic churches who long ago labelled everything they did not agree with as Pagan and therefore an occult practice. Remember, they used to burn people at the stake believing they were witches! What evidence do you think they might have needed? Practising Astrology?

“Originally, burning at the stake was primarily used for women convicted of treason (men convicted of treason were hanged, drawn and quartered). Later, burning at the stake became a popular punishment for men and women accused of heresy or witchcraft.

The 16th and 17th centuries saw a which-hunt such as the world had never seen. Rumors spread like wildfire of people participating in wild witches’ Sabbats, the adoption of animal forms, and ritual cannibalism. Superstitious fear flung accusations everywhere, and the population lived in terror. As many as 200,000 people were burned at the stake for witchcraft during this time. Burning was believed to cleanse the soul, tantamount for those accused of witchcraft or heresy”

Fortunately these days we have moved away from the poison that used to rule us and found freedom in our beliefs. Yet still there is a stigma attached to anyone who really believes in Astrology. Is this down to the media? Has the media supported or neglected this art? Well the newspapers have kind of made a joke of it and radio stations introduce it as “a bit on the side” rather than a main event but I think mostly it is the practitioners themselves that over the years have brought the stigma on themselves because of the way they have presented the art and tried to bully money out of people for rediculous claims that may or may not be true.

Anyway, I digress. I’m Scottish, almost pure blooded. I have Norse blood running in my vains from my father’s side of the family as we are descended from a Viking Chieftan called Thorfinn Raven Feeder  (what an amazing name!) and Scots blood from the Clan Cheiftan of Glencoe and member of Clanranald of the Isles   Iain Fraoch MacDonald.

I also have Irish blood and a wee bit French from my mother’s mother who was an Irish Burns but whose grandfather, a sea Captain (merchant) married a French woman.

The name Burns in Ireland is usually of immigrant origin having been brought to the country by settlers from Scotland, especially during the seventeenth century. Several native Gaelic Septs also occasionaly adopted Burns as the anglicized form of their name including the MacConboirne Sept of County Mayo, and the O’Broin Sept of Couty Wicklow.

But despite the slight dilutions here and there I can claim to be Celtic which means I am inherently spiritual but I am also proud of my Norse heritage and so also open myself to the influences that their mythology may have on me.

I mention all of this because I’ve decided to finally start looking into these ancient cultures and belief systems to see if there’s any merit in understanding them and any context in which they might be influential in a modern world. I mean, we like the sound of these histories but who really cares?

Along the way I may just learn a bit more about myself too which is always useful.

I am inherently spiritual, I don’t say this just because I’m part “Willow” or Celtic but because I’ve felt it my entire life. I have had visions and images in my mind that have materialised in the real world and I have a deep insight into life, the universe and the world that is instinctively right. I know stuff about a lot of other stuff without ever having studied it or heard about it before. That’s why all this is important to me and why I’m starting this new quest.

“Ours is not to reason why…” as they say.

“Ours is not to reason why. Ours is but to do and die”, by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I am a non-English speaker and have a hard time understanding the grammatic logic of this phrase. Please explain?

I had a vision once when I was 14 years old of an old man looking out over distant fields. He held a staff and wore a hat and had 2 large black birds flying around him. I thought he was my first spirit guide until I found this image (identicle to the one in my head when I was 14) on the internet (which wasn’t around when I was 14).

This is just one of so many coincidences in my life to do with mythology or spirituality or the psychic world and I can’t just dismiss them as poppycock. (poppycock. british term for bullshit).

Little India


Mother’s little child
Sitting watching you
Through the brightest eyes
You’ll ever see.
Deep inside her heart
Beats a silent prayer
“Won’t somebody please help me.”

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Pictured poverty
In the magazine
Crying heart
Sweet golden child.
Silent misery
Looking in my eyes
I’d give my life
To see her smile.

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Tainted innocence
Mother’s little girl
Bright eyed beauty
Sweet child of light.
Sinful poverty
Grips the hand of fate
Lord let her stand
Lord let her fight.

So I pray for you
Little India
As I watch the stars
The twinkling light
Moonbeams go to her
Whisper strength and love
Bring her peace
And make things right.

I reach out to her
Silent innocence
Raining tears
Of pity deep.
And if only I,
Could be there with her
Hold her, oh how happy she would be.

Fight poverty now

Witch’s verse

“In light and dark we live and love,

we beseech the Giver from above,

til end of time the Giver stalks,

and carried on his outbound walk,

the blessing of the living soul,

and spirit pure to make us whole.”

The witch’s song

Deep in the earth my soul abides,

In the dark, where roots dwell.

It walks in the steps of a nameless guide

And drinks from a secret well.


It is versed in a long forgotten lore,

It whispers unspoken charms,

And it knows of all that was before

And of some things yet to come.



It fathoms the gloom with unfailing sight,

A witness to ancient dreams

And to many a tear that is shed at night

To feed subterranean streams.


And if it befalls a passer-by

To meet this unflinching gaze,

He shivers with chill, not knowing why,

And hurries away, amazed.



Deep in the earth my soul belongs,

A spark of a buried sun,

An echo of hopes tales and songs,

Unhoped for, untold, unsung.


It is able to cure and yet to harm,

To save and to send astray…

And you, when you hold me in your arms,

Aren’t you too afraid?..


This is the work of a friend of mine, a stunningly gifted and beautiful Russian woman called Mila. She has the purest heart I have ever come across and the wisdom of a thousand years inside of her.

The prayer

If you want me to sing your song

give me the voice to spill my heart,

give me the voice to fill the void

between the worlds that broke apart!

O, give me the voice!


If you want me to risk the flight

give me the wings to ride the winds,

give me the strength to break the strings

that bind me tight

to the earth…

O, give me the wings!


If you want me to come and pray,

please give me tears to wash my face,

give me the grace to humble pride

and love to kindle faith.

O, give me love!

Ghosts and echoes

Ghosts and echoes

Did you see the horizon?

A light so bright it shone forever.

True power, true magnificence.

Did you feel the trees blow in the wind?

How misty was the shroud,

Which was lifted.

Did you feel the vibration in your feet?

As the ground shook and trembled’

I walked into nothing.

A pale blue ocean lay before me.

Vast, powerful, seething, looming,

A distant adventure called out my name.

A mountain, so tall it touched the sky.

Did you see it?

White topped with icy purity.

A current flows from Earth to heart.

A love inspires in the dark.

Natures calling, listen, hark.

Have you felt the touch of sand beneath your feet?

Wet and dry, the sensation carries,

Joy and comfort.

Have you felt the wash pass over your aching feet?

As you walk out into your adventure,

Towards the shiny, new horizon.

Did you feel the wind blow through your heart?

From sky to Earth to inside every life.

To clear and cleanse and clean and free.

My ancestors watch me.

In the quiet of the dawn they kiss my cheek.

Golden light upon me.

Oh ghosts and echoes have you heard my voice?

I call to you for only you will listen,

To the ever increasing madness of my mind.

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