Water & Fire - A Neptunian Ritual
19th January 2026 - Under a Capricorn New Moon
The Sea, and the potential for Fire - for Ritual - for Change. Alone but surrounded by water. Home.
Potential Energy - A Store. A Tree that remembered the strike of the Axe. Alchemy to come.
A Liminal Place of energy where water meets shore; water meets sky, light meets both; man-made meets the rawness of nature.
RITUAL
A "Ceremony of Soul Forgiveness".
To realign values of a life spent placing the "opinions of confused souls" above the "opinion of the divine". So that the "Opinion of God" takes priority.
Seek forgiveness from the Divine: I turned my back on my True Self and nature to "appease the masses" - who are disconnected from their own souls,.
Seek forgiveness from my Soul: I "crunched and condensed" a beautiful soul to fit in, rather than allowing it to bloom,.
Solitude | Alone | Nature | Internal Guidance | Reflection
"We are built for ritual" | "A job well done"
And then, A near instant Knowing: Gnosis.
Crafting a small wooden vessel, lighting a fire inside it, and setting it adrift on the sea to balance the elements of fire and water - that live inside this Soul.
I had previously written - "Fire on Water Ceremony. Much water, some fire. Build a raft. Fan the embers. Intention. “Maya”, moon, grounding. Sit Around the Fire"
And then This:
“Even if one is the most sinful of all sinners, one shall yet cross over the ocean of sin by the raft of self-knowledge alone. As the blazing fire reduces wood to ashes, similarly the fire of self-knowledge reduces all bonds of karma to ashes...” — Krishna, Bhagavad-gita 4:36-37
Inching closer. Anticipating. A container of memory and transmutation.
And this Tree watched silently as the Tree that met the Axe gave of itself.
And so a spark of Imagination caught hold, and began to Feel what could Be.
Timid at first, always wanting to Fit In - To be the “Nice Guy” - But this can’t hold back.
Revealing My True Self now. Growing in Strength. Reaching outward. No more fear.
My realisation, not an explosive one, that the experiences I've been having are called synchronicities, - they are, wonderful, magical, maybe inexplicable; but beyond this, - a quiet realisation that they are the hand of God constantly guiding me through this life.
When I write this, I feel swelling emotion in my heart, and the lightest of water in my eyes.
I feel happiness and relief. I feel a desire to bring forth the best version of myself. Quietly.
This is the God I rejected at 11 years of age. The God that I insisted on giving a lowercase 'g'; the God that was mis-represented to me by a church of men.
The God that I later needed to call Source, or light, or energy, or The All; The One - because I was not yet ready to walk my True path.
Now I am ready, I see you in everything. Now I feel you God.
And then by chance more Fire flew by - Like it wished to show the way - A way Beyond Fear.
This crate, in its Perfect Leaky Imperfection was the "Kintsugi Vessel" of my Soul.
金 継 ぎ - And realizing that my bike mechanic had recently encouraged me twice to repair my frame (Soul-body) scratches (wounds), not with the concealment of matching paint (mask) - but instead, with the Celebration of Gold.
Spiritual Consilience — from multiple independent sources pointing to the same truth.
My Truth.
I used to forget who I was. I will never forget again.
- PERFECT IMPERFECTION -
The perfect night, the perfect place, the perfect solitude, the most perfect tide.
The perfect light. The perfect new moon. The perfect fire. The perfect smoke.
The way the crate perfectly leaked…, and what that meant.
The perfect lantern that flew by. The perfect timing. The perfect sounds.
The perfect clinging on to the edge. The most perfect letting go. The perfect departure.
The perfect stillness, The perfect surface. The perfect journey.
The pefect watery descent. The perfect watery transformation.
The perfect ending.
The perfect lesson.
The perfect Ritual.
The perfect Beginning.
Wabi Sabi | 侘び寂び
The full acceptance of transience and of imperfection.
Being lifted towards the Edge. Thinking of Letting Go. But how? Water means Certain Death
And, then my recollection - Of the fire and intention in the forest:
I recall now, on retreat during the summer, we all sat in circle around an evening fire. Each was asked to take some Rosemary and add it to the flames with our intentions for what we would let go, and what we would invite.
In front of my 18-year-old daughter and 20 strangers who became friends,
I let go of fear, uncertainty and doubt, and welcomed into my life Unconditional Love.
I have no doubt that the divine was listening.
And then I did Let Fully Go - From an edge that can never be grasped again. Forgiveness.
And then more Synchronicity:
I had lunch with a friend, open and authentic conversation right through. Two guys in tune. I mentioned in passing a little detail about my ceremony. Later that afternoon, he sends me a mad and crazy mountain biking action video.
It was stunning, but long, and I would normally have skipped on. after a while. But I watched to the end. And then?
The rider holds a Ceremony, a Ritual to say adieu to his damaged bike frame. He sets it adrift on the sea in the flames of a floating pyre. My friend had not watched it through..
And Biking is in My Soul - The cycles of my life, Revolutionary Movement. (Video-Click Image)
On FEELINGS and ENERGY -
This energy I feel now. I could never have managed it before. I didn't even know it was there to be managed. This creative force I feel flowing through me, that is the real me, that I could not ground before, - that had nowhere to go.
The fuse board with no earthing wires. The force that they convinced me was an illness, a pathology. Every part of the System told me this. Even my own Dad's profession had scripted it.
I had little chance.
Yet I fought because I knew something was wrong. I kept fighting, and I will always fight for this Truth.
I have a role now.
Raw Feelings
How can such Joy coexist with such deep sadness? How can One Heart hold these things together?
As I spoke to the fire and the water, and the Divine, and asked for God’s Forgiveness, - Tears welled up, then flowed, exiting from me and returning to the Sea.
Tears of happiness, and Joy, and pure relief.
That little soft Octopus could let go of the armoured collection of shells he clad himself in here. He was by the Sea, safe.
No need to hide. Others were nearby, but I no longer cared. No longer conformed. Pure feeling and emotion flowed out in all of it’s Wryd-ness.
A heart without armour. Unafraid to expand. Unafraid to be seen. Unafraid to meet Love.
Sheer Joy, lightness, openness, -
Decades of embodied pain gently rising from my neck and shoulders. I could see it moving while I felt it leave.
Like that illuminated lantern passing, drifting away from wherever it first came.
It was never mine to carry.
And Now - The light of my Truth is too bright.
Your darkness cannot dim it.
It doesn't work that way. Not anymore. I am awake to your tricks and deceits., even if you don’t see.
And My Light is here to stay forevermore.
Dear God, please forgive me for ever turning my back on you, and on my own Soul.
I have learnt now - No More.
And Then Dreams - My dreams last night, that I don’t normally remember.
Of running away so fast along a pavement, intoxicated, so that the ‘Souls’ on my shoes were actually burning - catching fire. Running my fingertips along a course brick wall on my left, so that they were now raw with blood - the beginning of self-destruction?
Only screeching to a halt before the busy roadway, because a good friend of mine shouted out and snapped me back into consciousness. Awareness.
And then, sitting on Sofa, cuddling “E”, when “Mary” sits down on my right, invading my space. Placing her hand on my knee, looking for lost connection, but I could not and would not return Anything. I could only focus on “E”.
I had written about "nearly drowning in the shallows" of a swimming pool, after choosing to put "armbands on my ankles". I have returned to the water, this time, not to drown, and not wearing armbands. Instead, I brought Fire.
Usually, water extinguishes fire. But in Ritual, water lifted the fire and carried it forth.
A dear friend wrote about Self-Betrayal. In asking for forgiveness, I release the shame. The "Tree" had to stunt its own growth to survive the "Axe," but that time is now over.
It fascinated me that the fire sat on the pier with water swirling around it and gradually rising. The box then lifted and moved a number of times, but still on and clinging to the pier. I spoke to it gently as it moved and clung, telling it that it was OK, that its work here was done and there was nothing left to fear. I urged it to let go and stop clinging, until it eventually did.
I spoke to Myself with Loving Compassion.
I had spent a lifetime holding onto the shore to avoid "drowning in the shallows" .
I watched it until the water eventually extinguished its flames. This is Great Change.
The box eventually let go. I did too.
I AM no longer the boy drowning in that swimming pool.
I AM the man of strength who has learned to make fire float on water.
And so, I remember Who I Am.
Not an idea of it;
I remember the Feeling of me.
The fog is lifting by this Sea. Neptune is coming ashore.
Bridging worlds with ease now. And with him in Aries,
I remember,
That the energy that I Am
Is Sovereign,
Clear,
Pure,
Strong,
Beautiful,
Unbounded, Expansive,
LIGHT.
DIVINE.
LOVE.
JOY.
Thank you Bridget,
Thank you GOD.
The Inevitable Transition - Letting go of Fear - Fire consumed by Water - The Ritual completeness of Death and Rebirth.
(And, I've just realised, Mrs. Doubtfire. 🤣 Mrs. effin' DOUBT-FIRE! And what that wife did to that family! You cannot make sh1t like this up! Not even in Hollywierd)
Pierce and Robin.... And the “Narc”…
“In a world of fugitives / The person taking the opposite direction / Will appear to run away".
As I read James Hollis.
I will Run Free.
Finished 01:18, 1st February, 2026 - Full Moon.