How many ways did we start to remember? For me, it was the enchanting tales of Ann Rice as she recorded the memories of the Taltos and those days of reverence in the Glen and the Circle of Stones. And there was something about the Mists of Avalon that seemed familiar, awakening memories that we never knew we had. And late in the night, around the camp fire, our fantasies recall to us the drums and flutes of Celtic times.
We search for a rational explanation for these "deja vu" experiences, most often to no avail.
But in the oldest example of the mind/body connection, we discover traces of those lost memories, recorded generation after generation, in our hands.
Green Man, Priestess of the Forest, I call on you to join with me as we celebrate the birth of Sherwood Forest! Our ancient memories, our dreams, now walk with us in the forest, and we have much to talk about.
And Dion Fortune, send to us the Sea Priestess, her time has come again.
Lynn, the Gypsy Palmist