Boudica: Dreaming the AMBER HARE

On a dark night at Samhain, a young woman of the twenty first century sits by a loch holding her late grandmother’s brooch. When a god steps down from the sky and invites her to learn the truths of her ancestors, she stands witness to events two thousand years old, and steps into the power of the dreaming.

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It’s twenty years since I began the work the became the Boudica: Dreaming series.  The books grew out of my own dreaming – were an extension of it, shaped it and were shaped by it.  I thought they could be a manual for those interested in the dreaming, and in the end, found that I needed to teach actual courses to actual people – some of whom have become leading lights in my life.  And of course, my own dreaming has evolved.

But still, every point on my own inner circle – the place I visit every morning in ceremony and every night as I head into the dream – is populated by people (guides, spirits, whatever you like to call them) who were either directly in the books or were archetypes from which characters arose.  When I wrote the books in the first place, I was seeing the world through the eyes of Breaca, who became the Boudica and of her brother Bán, who became Valerius.

Coming back to their world after two decades, I am looking through other eyes.  I am also far more aware of the fragility or our world.  When I wrote the books at the turn of the millennium, I genuinely believed there was hope that we could shed the remnants of Rome that have made us the destructive force that we are as a culture, and could learn to live more as our ancestors did: this is who we are, this is who we could be.

I still believe that, but it’s become a lot more urgent.  And so I want to connect that time more strongly to our time.

Which leads us to Dreaming the Amber Hare, which takes us into the past of the elder  grandmother in a time before Rome had sullied the land, and also connects us to the present day much more directly than anything did before.

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