This week, I am continuing to apply the Hildegard of Bingen cure for migraines, vertigo, anxiety, depression and panic attacks. Specifically, I am sharing a series of poems that arose out of the MANY visionary experiences I had while on pilgrimage to Glastonbury, England (aka Avalon) in 2008. The first is about my personal encounter(s) with Gwyn Ap Nudd, King of the Fae and Celtic Lord of the Underworld – facilitator of shadow work and soul-retrieval and guardian and guide to those called along the shamanic path.
Gwyn
Cernunnous, Gwyn ap Nudd, Hermes and Pan
By whatever name we call thee
God of the Underworld
King of the Fae
How am I worthy of thee?
Yet, here you stand
Antler-crowned
Calling me home
Home to the depths
To the world beneath the Tor
Through the gateway hidden in the depths of the White Spring
Lord of the shadows
Muse of the Soul
Priest of Change
On dragon’s egg, terror-struck
Resisting your call.
Drenched in sweat and trembling.
Your 2 am wake-up calls left unheeded.
Until the dream of the stag, injured and limping
Returning again and again beckoning me home.
Image credit: Photo taken from inside the shrine to Gwyn Ap Nudd at the White Spring. I have tried in vain to identify the artist. If you are the artist, please let me know so I can give due credit!!!! Thank you!
