The Wheel Of Souls Return

I always knew there was a piece of work that wanted to be shown to me, something about my own life that was being woven together, without me barely realizing it. I thought it was about me trying to empower myself and yet ultimately I just had to live my life and allow the weaving of it to create the tapestry of that offering, trusting that the guidance was there and that the work I was here to offer would make itself known in time. maskmask

The more I got out of the way, the more I could see what was really happening, and when spirit directed those moments, where I could do nothing but step forward, then those steps just had to be taken.

 

           There was the history, there was the tapestry, there was the offering. 

And my job was to trust in the guidance offered, to hold a sense of my own serenity and grace, even when my body and heart cried out to be ‘the one who would make it all happen!’  This was not the way. Patience is a game of the soul, we cannot be what we are not ready to be, we cannot offer from a place that we havn’t fully lived and we cannot force the direction of spirit. These things I had to learn and accept over the many years of offering what I do. And if I am asked to share more then so be it, but my offering does not make me who I am, and I am no less a person if what I offer is not received, the experience is what matters and the joy of sharing is the magic it brings.


If you are curious about the ‘Middle Earth Medicine Wheel’ there are two opportunities this year to find out more and to embrace the process of being spirit-led through the awakening story of your soul.

MEM Medicine Wheel

‘The Wheel of Souls Return’ is just that. Please contact if you are interested, we would love to dance that dance with you

Cork, Ireland. 22nd – 24th September.
Clophill, Bedford, UK. 3rd – 5th November.

http://www.middleearthmedicine.com/w…/wheel-of-souls-return/

 

Every purpose or new beginning starts with Spirit and Pre-birth with its Dreaming and then follows the wheel to the Innocent stage where the Imagination begins to vision in what is possible to create.  From Innocent to Rebel, where we need to let go of old structures and immerse ourselves in the Untamed Forest to release ourselves and explore the true nature of who we are, leading us to become an Apprentice to our own work what ever that might be, whether it is a particular project, body of work, even relationship, being helped and guided by our own repetitive patterns, by spirit allies and guardians.
The wheel continues to be our guide, through Adulthood to the Thespian and Artisan, creating and acting from that place of creativity, Parenting those qualities into being. Knowing and Maturing our purpose, becoming the King or Queen, the Sovereign of our own Magestic Garden, stepping into the responsibility needed for the task set out to us and those we must serve, accepting the humor of our own Fool, that we might not take ourselves quite so seriously and we might relinquish our ego, trusting in the void aspiring to be the elder of our own making, finally standing, Staff in hand with our own Wise Elder. Surrendered to the acceptance of who we are, knowing ourselves, and honoring our ego as the hands of the soul. We step into each of these gateways, gather the tools, resourcing ourselves, accepting and surrendering to who we are and where our soul must dwell at this time.

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Living with Middle Earth

An extract from ‘Middle Earth Wisdom,’ by Caroline Carey

The new Middle Earth exists in this modern world, where mystery and dreaming are being brought back into the arena of our daily living. The old middle earth became neglected and misunderstood in the past and disbelieved, it became inconvenient to believe in such folly and in many cases people lost their lives because of such beliefs. Women and men were murdered because of their medicine ways, their stories and healing’s, what they believed in and what they spoke about.

 

Now we listen to story’s of old, the fantasies and myths acting out some of those stories in the great play of life, watching in awe on our T.V. screens and looking afresh at how we might gather and learn within community. We are thirsty and hungry for this kind of fantasy and intrigue, of magic and mystery in our culture where technology and science has failed us. For sure they have their benefits, but they cannot possibly give us that sense of magic that we hunger for, not the personal magic that happens inside us. We have created so many wonderful objects, technically advancing our world beyond measure, yet somewhere deep in our psyche there is a knowing that we are leaving something fundamental behind, advancing ourselves out of a culture that believes in the deeper dream of humanity, that understands there is so much more to our existence than performance, results, financial wealth and marketing.

 

 

Tolkien gave us the inspirational journey of Bilbo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings, and J.R. Rowling’s gave the magical experiences of Harry Potter. Those wonderful tales that inspire and remind us of our own imaginations, some of them waking us up to that part of our psyche that has been put too easily to sleep.

We might also recognize that the ways of our imagination are being ‘given’ to us by outside forces and we are no longer able to manifest this part of us for ourselves, depending on cinema, film, and images thrown at us from the media.

Our own world of using the imagination and of animism is often left as something to be provided for us by others. The ability to use simple ‘tools’ to encourage and practice this art has been, in some places, forgotten.

Back in the so-called dark ages, or Middle Ages, our own imagination was relied upon. Story-tellers were some of the most important people in the village, children and adults depended upon them, as they wove magical stories of history, fable and myth opening up the minds of those who listened allowing them to create their own pictures and forms, landscapes and imagery that nourished their minds and fulfilled a need to lessen the hunger of the imagination. From these stories we sourced great wisdom and understanding of myth and fairy tale, of history and peoples lives.

 

 

It was a way of education, with much to learn about and much to inspire us with.

It is possible to reignite some of these old ways through our own cultures rituals and ceremonies, to begin yet again to awaken the dreamer and learn to trust our dreams, to believe in them and not judge them for something ‘not real.’ Our imagination is key to our own ability to see more, to find the pictures of who we are and to project our desires into the future so that we can manifest from a personal place rather than from what others feel we should know or bring to the world, to pay attention to those moments of Spirit, to those ‘God moments’ in our lives, those synchronicities that make us pay attention a little more to our natural abilities of clairvoyance and ‘seeing.’

Empowering our own imagination gives us the freedom to integrate our innocence and curiosity into a functional practice that is as ancient as the rocks of our landscapes. We become the Seer; being able to see clearly, even predict our own futures and journeys. The imagination is recognized as a portal to the spirit worlds and very much needed in order to follow our shamanic heritage.

 

In the time of the ‘Old Britons,’ from which I sense my own calling is connected to in my lineage of feminine wise women, healers and medicine people, peoples belief in nature as their gods and goddesses was very clear. They lived their lives with a deep sense of honoring all that was around them, in the forests among the trees, the meadow flowers, the elements and clouds in the sky. They believed in what they could see and touch. They lived in buildings that were close to nature, not that they could not afford or had not invented other ways, but because they did not want to live separately to nature. They did not want to block the spirit of the land from their homes; they needed to literally live amongst nature. This was their spirituality. When the Romans came and built huge houses and mansions with all their décor and what the Anglo Saxons saw as ‘false gods’ to deck their halls with they shut out the very forces that the people of these lands understood to be necessary for their daily survival and were not interested in divorcing themselves from what was so important to them. Spirits, dragons, mythical and fairy folk, were all part of the daily spiritual beliefs and practices and a way to ensure that their lives were in connection with this, thus supporting their way of life, and their future way of inhabiting the world. Many rituals were performed, offerings made and songs and prayers spoken. Their way depended on it.

We still build constructions that keep us very much separate to the forces of nature, protecting ourselves from the winds and the rain, turning on our central heating whenever it suits us and not thinking about the consumption of energy we use. We build our walls thicker with more substance in order to shut out the great outdoors, use air conditioning systems and chop down tress because they spoil our view. What we are doing in our seeking for creature comforts, is shutting out the very spirits that can give us so much more if we would just listen. Instead we search for something material to give us satisfaction and keep our imaginative world and our fantasy world glued to a box in the living room, replacing the fires hearth and the visions that are all around us.

In our own day and age now, many people are wishing to go back to the land, to live a more natural life with animals, growing their own food and being closer to the elemental forces. It is being recognized as a ‘need’ in our culture to live in more harmony with Mother Earth and to once again honor her and all of her inhabitants. We gravitate to indigenous peoples of other lands and countries, some how putting them on a pedestal, thinking they have got it all right. And in many ways they have, but lack some of the sophistication we have mastered in our own psyches particularly around personal development. There is no ‘right’ way and we cannot judge ourselves too harshly for wanting to evolve, it is the nature of mankind. But we can find ways to allow the indigenous of our own culture filter back through our psyches and learn once more to live in harmony with its laws and principles.

We cannot go back to these old times, unless it is enforced upon us, we must live the way we do and try our best to live with integrity to what we have become and what we do upon this planet. But if we do not learn from our mistakes and we do not at least try to keep some of our heritage alive and honor the traditions of earlier times, then it will be our loss, and not just our loss, but also the loss of our beautiful landscapes, its animals and plant life and the innocence of the human nature. When we reach into our hearts, connecting to the children that are yet to be born, can we not feel a touch of dread for their souls, if we do not at least attempt as individuals to pave a better way and instill a way for them to develop their own imagination through their own minds eye, resourcing them with the ability to connect better with the spirit world, to learn to listen to the callings of nature and create an opportunity for belief in something much greater than some one elses fantasy?

I feel our ancestors calling to be remembered and for the old ways to have a voice and for us to reignite a sense of spirit in our own homes.

from ‘Middle Earth Wisdom,’ by Caroline Carey to be published with its medicine cards 2018.

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The sweetest pill

book and water spell

A time comes in our lives, does it not, to re-connect to the innocent soul, the creative soul, the wounded soul within us, the poet and artisan, the shapeshifter that knows itself and its many faces, learning – always learning to ‘de-program’ oneself and ‘re-program’ what is true.

And me, I’ve chosen a different kind of pill to the one I took before. So the unraveling begins, the un-programing of so many years, so much information and conditioning. It’s a tough journey, piece after piece, sent to a place where they can be forgotten. I begin to find ways to create a new program, a different thought process that works for me and the kind of person I am with my own particular dis-ease.

It always started with a need to break out of a spell I felt myself under. As if I was being led down a trail that was sucking something from me that I didn’t want to give, yet it was happening and I could not stop it. I was in an illusion of a dream, an un-reality I could not get my head around. It was a bit like having a carrot dangled in front of me, (if I was a donkey) that I would never reach, but fed small tokens on the way that had a bitter taste to them. There was always something missing, something not quite right.

Each time I realized I had to break that spell, I knew I would have to do something drastic if I wanted to prevent its clinging on and dragging me ever deeper into its lair. A lair that simply was not for me, but it had a power, strength and an enticement that was still so tempting.

When I knew the spell had to be broken, I needed distance between me and its force, I needed to create that distance so I was not reminded of its power over me.

On occasion I leaned into it, just to take a look and I felt the nauseousness of nearly falling from a cliff top and knew I needed to pull myself back again to hold my equilibrium. Such was its power and even though I knew it would never take a hold of me again, I felt a pain, of which I did not understand that created discomfort, as if I SHOULD want that spell, that I had made a terrible mistake. It wanted me, it wanted my heart my blood because it had been feeding off me for so long, it needed me!

But I could not see this, not for a very long time.

The spell had sparked an envy in me, or it made me competitive, maybe it made me ill at ease with others success and I wanted some of it, sometimes a feeling of not being good enough! That was the carrot waving at me off a long piece of string, drip-fed into my veins and kind words of encouragement would whisper in the back ground “you can have this too”

But it did not materialize its promises which only made me want it more and hang on there with expectation in my mind, not my heart. If I had fully paid attention to my heart I might have understood much earlier and recognized I was complete without that spell.

I ignored so much of what I was seeing, I turned a blind eye to the uneasiness of others behavior, even though I knew what was going on. I was too afraid to let go, to turn away, incase I missed something, incase it really did turn out for the best.

Still a hunger grew in a corner of my psyche when it began to realize I was not being true to myself, it gradually began to fill those empty spaces, which had hungered for so long, beginning to nourish the core of my own center with something new.

When I broke away I felt the relief, the freedom and the spaciousness, I felt the lack of hunger. And then possibility took the place of that carrot, no more to dangle at my lips, its tempting kiss-like-trance sweeping over me as it lurked, always ready to pounce at my naivety. The naivety that believed another person could throw back at me all that was wrong with me, without looking at their own self, but took the authority to condemn and name me as the wrong one, that really should by now be getting it right.

The curse once lifted, I can see a little clearer, I chose the pill that would break the spell and the new spell of freedom beckons and grows stronger every day and fear subsides and some thing else takes its place. I know the feeling of being seduced into the trap of power, of course I do, but I know the sweet freedom of cutting that tie and making my life my own and that is the pill I swallow.

Ah, how much we always yearn for our self, forgetting our own true identity. How often we must lean back from that cliff top before plunging into uncontrollable waters!

How much tempts us to fulfill a need of others, how much tempts us to move away from our own true natures, how much pulls us apart as we do our best to be with our integrity to our own lifes purpose? How much courage does it take us to be who we were born to be.

Caroline Carey

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The Rebels Rite

rebel bird

I was often labeled as a rebel, in my growing up, my school days and even as a young adult. I never really did anything ‘by the book’ or as my mother would have liked things done. She used to sing Frank Sinatras song to me, “I did it my way!” or “She did it her way!”

She joked about it in later years, seemingly coming to terms with her wayward daughter who was a little out of control. Her Control? It was a sort of family joke.

But I now have a different view. I don’t really view rebellion as a negative aspect in myself or anyone else. I do not view it being – out of control, or not doing things the way they should be done.

The way I viewed my ‘behavior’ was to see it as me having to learn in my own way, how to master my own destiny, to break free of any repression that lurked in my being, to take control of my own life and make the decisions that I needed to make for myself. I saw my life as my own responsibility, and I, along with God/Spirit, would sculpt and pattern it in the ways that worked for me. This didn’t mean I was selfish and uncaring, it simply meant that the creativity and the passions I held dear, were to grow from deep in my core and not be suppressed into a container – that would not set them free.

The dance of life

is a delicate matter

at times –

the embrace of our own soul

and the deep humility it takes

to honor,

and say a respectful ‘yes’

to ourselves

Our true selves.

Oh, so much easier to go

another’s way,

just to engage

with that certainty

that we must be doing it right!

To hitchhike that other ship

and cross the valleys

of what has come before.

Knowing the view

will be totally in keeping

with the rules of them – it – society.

But it will no doubt

become a little dull

as a memory will pull us

towards a richer color

somewhere over to the right,

where a flicker of wisdom

and an innate curiosity

will remind us of a dream,

a fantasy

that will not set us free,

until we bow to it,

to its mastery –

to accomplish

through our own muscle and flesh

and finding its bones

to dress our own cloak upon,

we become born

into the archetype

that fits us well.

And from that place

and the resources

it bestows upon us,

our pride

and accomplishments

so clearly Spirit sent

and guided,

reveal the confidence

and charisma

of one who knows herself,

a one who is not afraid

of being who they are

and is not afraid

of being a stranger to others.

For they fear that one

who is not controlled

by the masses

and they fear that one

because he is so free.

So be free, take that risk

be seen for who you are

and let the power of spirit

and your soul

melt the fragmented

illusions

that are not really you!

 

I danced wildly, from the very beginning, hungry for that release. If I was not to live in my own truth, whose truth was I living?

I learnt the hard way for sure, there is no doubt of that and God/Spirit had many plans for me that was going to rock my boat and unsteady my shores. And maybe even rock the boat of others? I would cast myself adrift many times without a sail and have to hoist my way back to the land, feet planting themselves a little more firmly, re-rooting myself and undergoing the learning as to why it sent me reeling off into the void in the first place!

And as I surrendered to those undercurrents and the waves that carried me, I gave back into the great ocean the conditioning that would try to make me different to whom I was meant to be.

Caroline Carey, May ’17

from ‘Middle Earth Wisdom’ (to be published 2018)

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Following our own shamanic heritage

For the dancers, the freedom makers, the liberators of soul, the poets and celebrators, the magicians of our fold.caroline painting

The new middle earth is upon us, where mystery and dreaming is being brought back into the arena of our daily living. Tolkien gave us the inspirational journey of Bilbo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings, and J.R. Rowlings gave the magical interludes of Harry Potter. We are thirsty and hungry for this kind of fantasy and intrigue, of magic and mystery in our culture where technology and science is beginning to fail us. For sure we have created so many wonderful objects, technically advancing our world beyond measure, yet somewhere deep in our psyche there is a knowing that we are leaving something fundamental behind, advancing ourselves out of a culture that believes in the deeper dream of humanity, that understands there is so much more to our existence than performance, results, financial wealth and marketing,

We recognize that the ways of our imagination are becoming ‘given’ to us by outside forces and we are no longer able to manifest this part of us for ourselves, depending on cinema, film, and images thrown at us from Facebook.

Our own world of imagination is being forgotten and left as something to be provided for us by others. The ability to use simple ‘tools’ to encourage this and practice this is being forgotten.

Back in the so-called dark ages, or middle ages, our own imagination was relied upon. Story-tellers were some of the most important people in the village, children and adults depended upon them, as they wove magical stories of history, fable and myth opening up the minds of those who listened allowing them to create their own pictures and forms, landscapes and imagery that nourished their minds and fulfilled a need to lessen the hunger of the imagination. From these stories we sourced great wisdom and understanding of myth and fairy tale, of history and peoples lives.

It was a way of education, with much to learn about and much to inspire us with.

It is possible to reignite some of these old ways through our own cultures rituals and ceremonies, to begin yet again to awaken the dreamer and learn to trust our dreams, to believe in them and not judge them for something ‘not real.’ Our imagination is key to our own ability to see more, to find the pictures of who we are and to project our desires into the future so that we can manifest from a personal place rather than from what others feel we should know or bring to the world. To pay attention to those moments of Spirit, to those ‘God moments’ in our lives, those synchronicities that make us pay attention a little more to our natural abilities of clairvoyance and ‘seeing.’

Empowering our own imagination gives us the freedom to integrate our innocence and curiosity into a functional practice that is as ancient as the rocks of our landscapes. We become the Seer, being able to see clearly, even predict our own futures and journeys. The imagination is recognised as a portal to the spirit worlds and very much needed in order to follow our shamanic heritage.

In Anglo-Saxon times, even the time of the ‘Old Britons,’ from which I sense my own calling is connected to in my lineage of feminine wise women, healers and medicine people, peoples belief in nature as their gods and goddesses was very clear. They lived their lives with a deep sense of honoring all that was around them, in the forests among the trees, the meadow flowers, the elements and clouds in the sky. They believed in what they could see and touch. They lived in buildings that were close to nature, not that they could not afford or had not invented other ways, but because they did not want to live separately to nature. They did not want to block the spirit of the land from their homes, they needed to live among nature. This was their spirituality. When the Romans came and built huge houses and mansions with all their décor and what the Anglo Saxons saw as ‘false gods’ to deck their halls with they shut out the very forces that the people of these lands understood to be necessary for their daily survival and were not interested in divorcing themselves from what was so important to them. Spirits, dragons, mythical and fairy folk, were all part of the daily spiritual beliefs and practices and a way to ensure that their lives were in connection with this, thus supporting their way of life, and their future way of inhabiting the world. This way depended on it.

In our own day and age now, many people are wishing to go back to the land, to live a more natural life with animals, growing their own food and being closer to the elemental forces. It is being recognized as a ‘need’ in our culture to live in more harmony with Mother Earth and to once again honor her and all of her inhabitants. Yet still we build constructions that keep us very much separate to those forces, protecting ourselves from the winds and the rain, turning on our central heating when ever it suits us and not thinking about the consumption of energy we use. We build our walls thicker with more substance in order to shut out the great outdoors, yet what we are doing as well in our seeking for creature comforts, is shutting out the very spirits that can give us so much more, if we would just listen. Instead we search for something material to give us satisfaction and keep our imaginative world and our fantasy world glued to a box in the living room, replacing the fires hearth and the visions that are all around us.

We cannot go back to these old times, unless it is enforced upon us, we must live the way we do and try our best to live with integrity to what we have become and what we do upon this planet. But if we do not learn from our mistakes and we do not at least try to keep some of our heritage alive and honor the traditions of earlier times, then it will be our loss, and not just our loss, but the loss of our beautiful landscapes, its animals and plant life and the innocence of the human nature. When we reach into our hearts, connecting to the children that are yet to be born, can we not feel a touch of dread for their souls, if we do not at least attempt as individuals to pave a better way and instill a little imagination in their minds eye, resource them with the ability to connect better with the spirit world, to learn to listen to the callings of nature and create an opportunity for belief in something much greater than some one else’s fantasy?

I feel our ancestors calling to be remembered, for the old ways to have a voice and reignite a sense of spirit in our homes.

Caroline Carey

Taken from Caroline’s next book (her 5th book) called ‘Middle Earth Wisdom’ published 2018.

You can work with Caroline on many of her workshops, re-connecting to the world of spirit, through animism teachings and creativity.  see http://www.middleearthmedicine.com

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For those who lost their tongues

 

 

The Middle earth – this holding land,

the indigenous of our tribe,

the people of my heritage,

their medicine

and their myths, where dragons and elves

 

not only in dreams

 

as kings fought for their forests,

the land,

the sacred medicine

where beasts and other-worlds live

 

as one

 

but those who burnt

at the stake,

and those who

ancestors of middle earth

lost their tongues

 

were silenced,

 

bloody and burnt –

I sat there,

her at my back stirring my own cauldron,

knowing when the time was right,

they would come

to listen, to know, to receive

the wisdom of the old one,

 

the witch, the crone

 

And she – the seer,

through my eyes,

through my songs,

would touch those hearts

and that same medicine

that flows,

 

now at this time

the time that is right

for the empowerment of her voice

and the worlds of middle-earth

brought back to life

back to the hearts

 

of our own lineage

 

For I feel the wounds of my great, great, great grandmothers

and I dig my hands and my roots into their soil,

I sing the songs of those ancestors,

their voice will be freed through mine

 

and their screams ‘will’ be heard

and their wisdom will be -released

 

And those who have been forgotten

that flesh – and that bone

in my dreams will – be – remembered

for our ancestors need be sung

 

if we are meant to heal

 

And that soul of our humanity,

 as the old one prays,

 will return for sure

in that voice of mystery

mending the betrayal

 

of our broken ways

Caroline Carey,

may 2017

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I love you, I’m sorry & I trust you!

Being a mother, I learn’t that the most important things to be able to say to my children apart from I love you, were ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I trust you.’
Sorry for the part I played in any of your difficulties and I trust you to find your way and make your own decisions in life. And I didn’t find it always an easy thing to learn!

I still don’t find it easy at times. As a mother we want what is best for our children but as they grow that can manifest as control and manipulation, trying to keep them safe so that we do not feel the discomfort and pain that their stepping into the world can bring. There is of course much to fear. But it is their life, their choice and they must learn from their own challenges and their own mistakes and their own choices.  It is the way of their own souls purpose and who are we to deny them that?

mother trust and sorry

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