I walk the path of the ancient Norse, following the ways of Seidr, the deep magic of the ancestors

I am an independent researcher, writer, and experimental practitioner dedicated to exploring the mysteries of Norse Shamanism, especially Seidr - the sacred art of weaving fate, vision, and transformation. My work is deeply rooted in the old ways, seeking to understand how our ancestors may have walked the shamanic path in practical and powerful ways.

For over two decades, I have served as a guide - teaching, mentoring, and helping others reclaim their sovereign power. My work bridges scholarship with practice, blending research with lived experience to illuminate the wisdom of those who came before us. Through my writing, workshops, and one-on-one mentoring, I strive to reconnect people with the sacred rhythms of nature, spirit, and self.

I have walked my own initiatory path, undergoing deep transformation with the Elders of Aodhagan, awakening the ancestral fire within. It is from this lived experience that I hold space for others, creating a safe and potent place where transformation can unfold, and the soul’s true song can be heard once more.

My research delves into soul-work, chronic illness, initiation and ceremony, and the profound relationship between shamanic practice and well-being. My approach is both practical and mystical - honoring ancient knowledge while applying it to the modern world.

I believe that Seidr was not just a mystical art but a lived practice that held deep value in the daily lives of our ancestors. I seek to revive this wisdom, not as a relic of the past, but as a living, breathing force for transformation today.

With over twenty years in holistic healing and energy medicine, my training includes:

Shamanic Healing (Northern Path)
Reiki Master/Teacher (Usui Healing System)
VTCT Indian Head Massage
VTCT Crystal Therapy
IFHM Holistic Energy Medicine

I continue my studies with esteemed teachers who are travelling the path of Shamanism, including:

Andreas Kornvall
Yannick Duboise ('ForestHeart', UK)
The College of Psychic Studies (UK)
Bridget Healing Centre (Glastonbury, UK) (Diploma in Shamanic Healing)

This journey is ever-unfolding, and my purpose remains: to help others reconnect with their wisdom, vitality, and ancestral strength. Seidr is a path of remembrance, and I am here to guide those who hear the call.

Wanted or unwanted, bidden or unbidden, initiation comes. Several years ago I received my initiation from Aodhagan, and both the Fire and the Elders have been continuous companions in my life ever since.

From time beyond time’s thread, from lands lost to lore,
Came Dawn-Storm, the light-wind’s herald, hailed by the East;
Elements awoke, their voices vaulting high,
For they kenned the sacred one, sky-sent, had stirred.

Sweeping, swirling, soft as shadow’s sigh,
Dawn-Storm perched, proud as a cloud on crag,
At my bed’s foot, feathers black as burnt coal gleaming,
Beak honed sharp as a blade - he bared his gaze,
Ink-dark eyes, abyss-deep, binding me fast.

In that gaze, a god’s breath, I fell fathomless—
A heartbeat tolled, time’s drum thrummed a billion winters,
Worlds whelmed from void-black, a trillion sparks searing,
Filling my soul with fire-forged knowing.

Swift as it struck, the vision sundered; Dawn-Storm lingered.
He crooked his neck, crowed low, a gurgle of gravel-song,
Then flashed a glint, daemon-bright, quick as mead-spilt,
My mind flared with light, lore, and a summons unspoken.

His wing stretched wide, a bridge of bone and feather,
I grasped it - skyward we soared, o’er Earth-Mother’s breast,
Through Father-Time’s far reaches, till he faded from sight.
Alone I fell, through ink-black void, the journey begun.

Falling, falling, for eons and an eve,
North turned South, Up mocked Down, chaos churned,

Stripped bare, a year and a day I drifted,
Demons danced, mind raved, young then old, babe then sage,
Time died and dawned, a thousandfold torn.

Sudden, I struck soil - leaf and bracken bore me,
Twilight cloaked my skin in her dusk-woven garb,
Wolf, Bear, Eagle, Tree, Peak, Stream stood sentinel,
Hailing my step in this betwixt-realm, unseen paths unspooling,
Nine nights, nine days, I slumbered there.

I rose, rubbed sight clear, beheld the strange-wrought world,
Greeted Sister Night and Brother Day, their powers twined as one.
On Mother Earth I stood, Father Sky my witness,
Starlight spun a robe to gird my bare flesh.

Wandering, wandering, a year and a day I trod,

Ink-dark madness clawed, dragging me to doom’s brink,
Held by elements, draped in star-shine, I walked alone.
Then in the void, a light-pin pierced the night.

Stumbling forth, I reached the hallowed hollow,
Space swept bare, kindling heaped, wood hauled, fire framed,
This sacred stead saw me, sang me welcome.
Then he returned - Dawn-Storm, coal-eye gleaming,
Spoke with a voice like thunder’s echo, clear as ice-crack,
Chanting galdr sweet as mead, spells spun from star-threads.

Blackness broke, yielding to light’s lance,
Silence swept me, seeped through heart and soul,
Peace planted roots within my breast,
I turned to thank him, but Dawn-Storm was fled.

In stillness I stood, seized a torch, sparked the tinder,

Fire roared fierce, flinging void-dark from time’s weave,
Smoke and flame filled flesh, bone, lungs with fervor,
Crackles rang like war-cries; Aodhagan awoke - I lived.

Elders gathered, the pipe packed with sacred smoke,
I drew deep - herb-haze swirled, smudging lies from sight,
For a thousand years and a day, fire blazed, rites held,
Aodhagan’s voice rang through the gathered throng.

Old trees of yore joined council,
Rowan, Apple, Dogwood, Juniper, Pine, Holly, Oak,
Each spoke wisdom; we walked coals, breathed smoke,
Purging within, without, till all gleamed pure.

Once more the Obsidian-Eyed-One, Dawn-Storm, descended,
One last tale of rune-song he wove,
Elders and Ents faded to mist - my hour had come.
Wing in hand, we soared, stars our steer-path,
Swift, swift, upward through boundless black, we left the grove.

In a blink, my humble hall held us,
Dawn crept shy o’er the sill, gilding the footboard,
Sun surged bold, bathing Dawn-Storm in gold.
He ruffled feathers, gurgled low, gaze keen—
“What befell?” I breathed, bound by wonder.
His eye flashed, no mere spark but a flame—
Aodhagan’s fire, fierce and knowing.

Through Aodhagan’s gift, wisdom bloomed wide.

By his light, I thread the shifting tides steadfast.

Wanted or unwanted, bidden or unbidden, initiation comes. ​Several years ago I received my initiation from Aodhagan, and both the Fire and the Elders have been continuous companions in my life ever since.

Wanted or unwanted, bidden or unbidden, initiation comes. Several years ago I received my initiation from Aodhagan, and both the Fire and the Elders have been continuous companions in my life ever since.