A Part Of My Spiritual History
You Shall Know The Truth
I consider my self to be a lucky individual as my life has been challenging on the physical level but extremely rewarding on the spiritual. I am one of those individuals who was aware to a high degree as a child. I can remember soon after coming into this world, and the reactions and speech of loved ones close to me in my formative years. In my early years I was best described as pensive, always thinking. When asked for instance what I was up to sitting under the kitchen table by my mother at about age four, I would reply “being”. I was sensitive to unseen impressions and the usual childhood nightmares sometimes included unusual sensations of floating near the curtain rails and out the window. To a child’s mind this is all part and parcel of experience but in hindsight was clearly indicative of psychic sensitivity.
Once on a journey with my parents back from the island of Jersey, I was playing with a Letraset transfer book about early mankind and prehistoric life when I was overcome with a strong impression that somehow this was deeply important and meaningful. The beginning of my affinity with history had been firmly born. That visit had taken my parents and I into a Dolmen and I had felt a deep affinity with the recesses of the distant past. I had already had experiences of seeing monks in black walking about the ruins of Tintern Abbey in the Wye Valley.
Tintern Abbey
How I used to find it funny saying “hey look mum and dad – those funny men in black with hoods” – the reaction of my long-suffering parents was amusing to me. “Don’t be silly little David, you think too much, there aren’t people there”. My mother was more in tune with these things than my father and used to smile benignly at me.
Spiritual Places
At the age of around eleven I went to a boarding school in Gloucestershire that was set in lovely countryside near the village of Uley, under the impressive shadow of the Uley Bury Hill Fort. At the time I used to love roaming in the nearby fields and exploring the tunnels under the school that had been built during the reformation as a link to the nearby church. One day in particular I was lying in bed in the early morning light having been awoken by strange sounds. I could clearly hear the clanking of metal, horses hooves, and the hoarse voices of men moving towards the school dormitory in which I and others were cloistered. The sounds moved from the hill fort on the horizon nearby down and around the building. I fell back into a sleep only later to awaken and ponder on what I had experienced. Knowing later in life that this was an important centre for the local Celtic people I know that I had experienced either a replay of past events or some form of ghostly occurrence. I had by this time become almost used to the so-called “ghostly” events having experienced them in various places, mostly old inns stayed at with my parents on my father’s business trips. Carmarthen and Haverfordwest in West Wales in particular.
Around this time I became aware of a strange linkage of events in my life. For instance the day that I began to read J.R.R.Tolkien’s The Lord Of The Rings I heard on a friend’s cassette player Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin with its imagery that mixed ancient paganism with folklore and smatterings of Tolkien. Thus began a lifelong love affair with not only that revered rock band, but with the mysteries in general. I began to naturally explore comparative religions and delved deeply into each, taking the best that I found in each into my own being. This was mixed with a deep reverence for nature and the natural world, the stars, planets and life forms of all kinds.
Glastonbury Tor
When I eventually left schooling one of the first places I went to was Glastonbury in Somerset, the legendary Isle Of Avalon. My experiences there in that cold day in 1978 were revelatory to say the least and I could write long and earnestly about it. However that may well surface later in time. Suffice to say that I came away with knowledge of the Zodiac in the land around Glastonbury, the significance of the spirals on the Tor itself and the reason for the natural spiritual energies in that most Holy of places. The fact that these energies were there long before the Christian ethic was drawn to the place and how it is linked to the supplanting of remnants of Goddess worship was most obvious.
An early fascination with Monks, Wizards and spiritual men and women of all creeds was forming a strong impression. The human mind sometimes does not see the obvious and although fascinated by these things and blessed with a deep understanding of them, the reality of myself being a truly spiritual person was somehow illusive. Private investigations led me to read the works of the great mystics, and some rare books from the medieval period. The textbooks of knowledge that kept alive the thread of ancient knowledge in the sometimes dangerous world for free thinkers of the middle ages; with the authorities always ready to remove all remnants of older sacred knowledge.
Around my thirty-fifth birthday, I went to sleep wishing that if I couldn’t be admitted into the reality of my own divine spiritual self then I wished that I become no more than a memory in space and time. My physical life was hard around this time and the thought was a reaction to the perpetual events of life or fate that seemed to dog my efforts to gain some sort of permanent freedom from the illusions of mortal life. That night I had the strangest dream of my life. I was in a small building looking at the floor. On this were a few ingots of gold, as I looked at them they began to melt and spread into one. Looking up I perceived that the building was on fire, one of my sisters was outside the building smiling and giving me the impression “it’s okay – we’re all fine”. Next I was looking into an old mirror, my features slowly morphed to a glassy appearance. I felt light and heat above my head and felt the top of my head bubbling. Looking deeper I saw that my head had become like the Indian statues of Siddhārtha the Buddha.
Siddhartha Buddha
A light was within my head and I had become fully transparent and illuminated. On suddenly awakening the light sensation was still there above and within my head. My perception of reality had changed profoundly. I realised that for the first time in this life I had “awoken” fully. I could read wisdom and knowledge from within things that I looked at especially living beings, trees in particular gave me a lot of information. This state was so shocking in a good way and yet so illusive for so long that my immediate impulse was an urge to share it with all human beings – “hey look – it’s this simple – we are the One – it’s true – it’s in our souls”! I however continued with my life in a reasonably quiet way knowing full well the that world in general cares not a jot for the excited utterances of someone proclaiming to have merged with their source.
Around my forty-first birthday I became aware of the fact that I am a reincarnated Druid amongst other identities and my awareness of past existences is now full indeed. I need no proof that we live again and again until we find a way to become fully conscious and then are set free – I know it to be fact. As a famous saying goes “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free”; this is a reality for all of us and I now dedicate myself to demonstrating the truth to all who need to hear it and have guidance. I have worked with Christians, Buddhists, Muslims, Shamans, Shintoists, Amerindians, Witches, Druids, Vodhun and many spiritual seekers of the varied approaches to the one central mystery.
In truth there is only one core truth, it will never be found in holy places, it will never be found under any one name, it will only ever be found in the deepest part of your own heart and mind where the soul has its dwelling. There within yourself is the answer to every question that you can ask.
As is said “seek and you shall find”.
This is my ongoing spiritual journey.
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