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What is Druid Dharma?

So, why have I called this blog Druid Dharma? Here's an extract from one of my posts to explain:

It is in Druidry and Buddhism that I have so far found philosophies which are both ancient and new,
rooted deep in the past while branching out into the sky and reaching for the stars. They respect and honour what has gone before but are not slaves to it; they are always growing, creating and re-creating, in touch with earth and the here and now in a way that makes each moment sacred. They are environmentally, scientifically and psychologically/spiritually sound; and open-minded, open-hearted and all-embracing, while holding true to a core of compassion and respect for all life.

The Awen of Druidry is the sound of creation arising from the cauldron of emptiness - the awakened mind of a Buddha. Or, mythologically speaking, from Ceridwen's womb is the song of creation born, and reborn, over and over again.

We are all of us expressions of that creativity; we are also all works in progress, tiny fleeting arrangements of stardust in a cosmos which is incomprehensibly, awe-inspiringly huge, creating and re-creating itself (and us along with it) into infinity.

It is the slightly anarchic nature of modern Druidry along with the Buddha's wish that we should try out his ideas for ourselves rather than just have blind faith which are, for me, among their attractions. These encourage personal responsibility, creativity and direct spirituality. Although in both Druidry and Buddhism there are highly-trained and experienced teachers from whom we can seek guidance, ultimately we are our own teachers.

This is the lesson of the new spirituality: we are no longer the followers but the creators of our spiritual destiny, helping humanity to fulfil its role (through each of us fulfilling our role) as an expression of universal consciousness.

It is through my ever-evolving practice and contemplation of modern Druidry and Buddhism that I have experienced something closest to what Albert Einstein called a "cosmic religion". Such a religion is scientifically and psychologically sound, rooted in experiment and direct and shared experience, naturally compassionate, environmentally responsible and sustainable, open to creativity and new ideas, always evolving, and full of wonder at the magic of the universe and the minds that experience and create it. And able to help us see the reality that we are both smaller and bigger, more ordinary and more extraordinary, than we can possibly imagine.

Above all else, life is about creativity, about the flow of Awen and its expression in myriad ways and forms (including us), and religion (especially Druidry) is about connecting with that in whatever way leads us closer to a meaningful and respectful relationship with what is.

/l\

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