Fang and Pheasant

The door to the magical kingdom has appeared and every man holds the key.  All he needs to do is bring his skills, ideas and experience, all his love and attention to pleasing his Queen, in whatever manner the moment offers.  Gentilemen, your Queen might present herself this time around as a cat or a dog, a horse or a bird, a tree or a stone – it doesn’t matter, and yet it is.

This isn’t a fairytale, if we want to live co-creatively, with each other and Nature, good men must choose to put the happiness and well-being of their Queen and their families, before service to the economy and the alien predatory ‘authorities’.  Wise women will welcome their efforts.

We were all indoctrinated into the matrix rules of cause and effect, through the school system that cut us from Nature and our true selves.  These rules are so ingrained that, if we cannot find a cause, we tend to forget the effect, like a dream that is lost as soon as we wake up.  We created the ego, the bastion of matrix thinking, to protect ourselves and navigate the predatory system.  We were children when this happened, it was the best we could do and we are just now beginning to see the real horror of what has been done to us for generations. 

Since the Autumn Equinox of 2025, the strengthening Earth energies have deleted many of the negative emotional attachments we had to specific events. This caused the ego to lose its raison d’être and it began to crumble rapidly. This looks like memory loss and can feel disconcerting, but it’s more like the shedding of a skin that no longer fits.  The events of our lives are not lost, but we remember them differently.  When we stop falling back on the ego as our perceptive filter, it is not just our perception of reality that changes; reality itself shifts at the foundational level because of our immersion in it. The reality we now experience has a dream-like quality that I call naked lucidity.  It’s not random, nor chaotic, there is just a different logic that draws on resonance, relationship, literalism, metaphor, story and symbolism, just as in dreams.

Naked lucidity, or sovereign lucidity, is one way of describing our natural state of being, in which all the resonant expressions of our past, present or future, show up in the moment.  I refer to these as soul aspects and they hold the connections with the Earth energies and Nature Powers, who were shut out by the ego and matrix thinking for so long.  They have always been here, but we could not ‘see’ them and now they are clamouring for attention.  It is a lot to process.

This story began with a lucid dream, around 10 years ago. I’d got myself into a hostile situation while sleeping, not a nightmare but I needed help and called for Black Jaguar.  It was the first time I’d done that and that was curious.  He came immediately and asked what I wanted and I didn’t know.  He asked where I was going and I didn’t know that either.

He growled, low and deep, “There are rules here you know.  If you don’t know what you want or where you are going, I cannot help you.”  (I wrote about this dream in 2017 https://freefinca.org/the-warrior-witch/)

Black Jaguar is reminding me of the Queen’s Rules.  I have to hold the desire and know where I’m headed, so that the masculine Nature Power that wants to please, can help.  I’ve not named this power as he’s asked me not to – he says he can move more freely without a name.  I’ll refer to him as ‘PP,’ the Pleasing Power, being clear that it’s not his name.

A few weeks after the dream, Dean and I were sitting in the cabin, when I felt the unmistakable presence of Black Jaguar.  At that moment, both windows of the cabin flew open and there was a thump, like a big cat landing on the floor and then a whoosh as he leapt out through the other window.

Not long after that, we both saw him, prowling across the field behind the barn.  This was not a shadowy apparition, or an overlay, but a solid body with depth and weight. The dogs chased him, but came back very quickly when they saw who he was.  It took us much longer to real-eyes.  We knew what we had seen and made the connection with the dream, yet his appearance in our physical reality did not correspond to our ego-based filters so we couldn’t go any further.  We never forgot him, but we didn’t do anything to engage him either and Black Jaguar returned to the invisible world.

Pheasant took the reins.  In the early spring of 2019, I saw a beautiful cock pheasant in my mother’s garden in Wales.  We were there for her funeral. I watched him through the window, strutting around in all his finery as if he owned the place, and I knew the pleasure he gave her in her final years. I recalled that moment back home, looking out from the terrace to the fields and woods beyond.

“Are there pheasants in Spain?”  I asked Dean.

We looked it up and apparently not, except for a few that might have escaped country estates where they were raised to be hunted.  There are no such country estates around here.  Yet, that very afternoon Dean saw a cock pheasant standing proudly by the gates to the cabin, when he drove back from town.  I was in the midst of working something out with my brother and it gave me the reassurance I needed.  I thought, at the time, that he was an emissary from my mother.

In 2024, Black Jaguar made another brief appearance in a lucid dream. As I sat down to contemplate him, the ‘Green Knight’ appeared, through a friend who chose to share a message at that time.  Black Jaguar had opened a window into what some people describe as the mythological layer of reality.  This is where the recurring themes and motifs of the human story are imprinted in the mind of the Earth, that is also our mind.  The Arthurian legends and the Grail stories are tales of adventure, magic and chivalry in which actions to please ‘the Lady’ were valued. While scholars discuss the minutiae of text and meaning, as scholars do, ordinary people live their truth, often unknowingly.  Where there is sufficient energy, the stories we resonate with flow through our lives in episodes of naked lucidity, in which we get to co-write a new script.

“This story [The Green Knight] has been analysed to death, but the feminine Earth magic it exudes is immortal and always shows up after ‘decapitation’.  In other words, when the thinking, the programmes, the mental models, the projections of the old control system, gets cut off from Nature, it’s not the end of life, but a new beginning with different rules.

The magician-architects of the empire of brutality used lucid dreamers to create a feedback loop that maintained the split in the mind of the Earth, causing her to generate the many layers of interference that formed their empire.  The split occurs whenever one party cheats on an agreement and then tries to cover it up, creating stories (lies) that were no longer anchored in actual events.  Agreements became transactions for profit that didn’t serve life and morphed into the ‘deal with the devil’ and part of the Luciferian overlay imprinted on Venus Morning Star. To the Earth, anything said ‘aloud’, is ‘allowed’ which is why some things must never be said, and why Morgan’s skills were hard-won from Merlin and why lucid dreamers were forced into hiding.”

From 2024, https://freefinca.org/black-jaguar-and-the-green-knight/

In late March 2025, a few days after Saturn’s rings disappeared from view, Dean saw a pheasant running down the road in front of him.  He’d just picked up a new rooster, as our previous rooster, Merlin, had ‘died suddenly’.  Our hens were killed the night after Merlin’s passing.  Two were decapitated by a pine marten and the other three we found lying in a circle with their wings outstretched like angels and not a mark on them.  Animals, especially birds, are emissaries of the Earth and they move easily between the worlds; some have their own soul mission and others are people in bird form.  They always come into our lives with a higher shared purpose. I saw the end of our little flock as the end of a tale, or one version of it.  As if the highlight their point, the only rooster Dean could find was an Araucana, a species without a tail.

Chickens and pheasants are cousins and stand-in for each other in various ways. Pheasants, said to have originated in China, are the ‘bird model’ of the Phoenix.  They are the emissaries of PP and when they show up unexpectedly it is an indication that rebirth and regeneration is happening, even though it might not be obvious in the physical world.  These birds have have colourful iridescent plumage that plays the light and they please their Queen through their beauty, which is also hers.  It is a reminder to the King, to give voice to Beauty, where ever he sees it, no matter how silly he thinks it might sound.  This is the poetry of our participation in the transpersonal regeneration of Nature.

Mid-October 2025, I saw a cock pheasant through the kitchen window, running down the track by the barn gates,  He showed up at the end of a week of animal appearances.  One morning, I opened the front door and a wood pigeon flew in, sat on the hall cupboard and cooed for a bit before flying out again.  I didn’t get the chance to speak with him.  A little later, I spied a snake by the front door, that left quickly and disappeared down a crack in the steps.  Two nights in a row, I opened the front door to find a huge fat toad sitting on the steps looking in.  He didn’t want to move, but I felt I had to help him along to behind the planters, before a dog or cat noticed him.  I asked him if he wanted anything; no.  I asked him if he had a message for me; no.  So I asked, “What are you doing here then?”  “It’s a good place to sit,” he replied.

As winter crept in and with less sun and more rain we had to run the generator, which was when we discovered Dean’s cat aspect and the cat power showed us that lithium cat-al-eyses lucidity.  The lithium field generates the conditions for prolonged episodes of naked lucidity.  Bodhi integrated his Drudwyn aspect and he introduced us to the ‘sacred hunt’ in which the higher orders work to balance Nature and that it is not something we need concern ourselves about. Reality is working as in a lucid dream; trying to change the conditions brings in the ego and I drop out of lucidity or wake up, but if I change my perspective, where I put my attention, the entire scene changes.

Over winter, a new energy stirred in the open fields.  It was reactive, masculine and snappy.  At first, I thought it was predatory.  Bodhi was going through a phase of ripping up blackthorn and brambles, anything spiky and thorned.  I named the energy Fang.  Gradually, I real-eysed that Fang wasn’t predatory at all; he was playful, he could be fierce, but mostly he was just looking to get noticed,  Then it dawned on me, both the masculine and feminine aspects of Nature were crying out to be recognized. The land here, where it hasn’t been cleared for grazing, is covered in an impenetrable blanket of brambles, blackthorn, butcher’s broom and gorse.  This was the only way left for Nature to protect herself, from the relentless deforestation and exploitation, a total lack of love; the spikiness conveyed mistrust and exhaustion – leave me alone!  I felt a deep sadness. I remembered our tom cat Shen, Lila’s brother.  He broke off one of his fangs on his first adventure, when he as around nine months old.  He left home a few years later, driven by forces beyond his control.

It rained and rained.  Much of southern Spain and Portugal was flooded.  I walked every day through paddy fields and in the brief moments the clouds cleared, I could see the spraying.  Yet, something had shifted in me.  No more despair.  Not my department.  This was not dismissal, but clarity.  I cannot do anything about the spraying because it’s not my job.  Or put another way, I am fully empowered to do everything I need to do.

On the 18th February, two cock pheasants and five hens showed up in a dream.  This could have been because pheasants were on my mind, but they gave me the idea that living in small groups was on the horizon.

The Saturn-Neptune conjunction of 20th February 2026, marked another ending. The last Saturn-Neptune conjunction in 1989 was the beginning of the internet era. It was great for a while, but now that the alien authorities have scrubbed much of what doesn’t fit their agenda, it’s main value to me is for communication and transactions.  With all the rain, I couldn’t even see the stars at all over winter and I had to look at online programmes to see what was going on and it was just information, bereft of any wonder or inspiration.  We had long periods when our satellite connection wasn’t working at  all and I real-eyesed that I really prefer to spend as little time as possible on the internet.  I looked around at Izzy and Bodhi snoozing on the rug and the cats posing as table decorations and knew that all the guidance and inspiration I need is right here.

Sometimes, we need to close one door, or window, before another opens.

On the 22nd February, I was out walking with Bodhi and we heard hunting dogs and shouts in the distance.  Bodhi looked at me and we decided to ignore it and carry on with our walk.  An hour or so later, as we turned up the hill for home, I saw a flash of white in the pine trees.  A large white bird, with some darker markings on the wings, flew out low across the field.  It was smaller than a stork, and storks don’t go into the pines, it looked like a hawk or an eagle.  A few seconds later a small white dog followed.  My rational mind told me that it was a hunting dog, one of the ones we had heard earlier, but I kept watching the dog and the bird.  It wasn’t hunting the eagle, it was bouncing across the field playfully – they knew each other.  This was very close to the spot where we saw Black Jaguar.

Then I was flooded with lucidity. I remembered the dream a friend had told me, in which she saw a pretty little white terrier type dog that she felt to be one of my soul aspects.  This was what I was seeing, my soul aspect, the one who gives me my tenacious nature and the one who knew Drudwyn before.  When we real-eyes ourselves in these lucid episodes, there is such an enormous expansion in the heart centre, that it’s almost impossible to remain standing.  It’s as if we liquify.  It’s in the heart field, where we meet these aspects of ourselves and our soul family.  I knew in that moment that Black Jaguar was Dean’s cat aspect.

The next day, out walking again and Bodhi stopped on the trail where Lady Oak and Lord Salmon preside.  He was looking at something.  Right there, about five feet away, in a patch of sun, was a large black cat with the most beautiful green eyes.  Bodhi sniffed and walked away and I looked at the cat who looked back at me unperturbed.

“Hello,” I said.  “Fang?”

“Obviously.”

“Do you need anything?”

He didn’t answer, but held my daze impassivey.  I didn’t want to hang around for too long, as part of me was concerned that Bodhi would take a renewed interest and chase him off.  I didn’t feel that I wanted to interrupt his repose.  I didn’t want to make him run off.

So I asked, “Shall I just walk on and leave you to enjoy the sun?”

“Yes,” he said.  “Why not?”

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