David Cauldwell

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Language of RainbowsDavid CauldwellComment

How many of us stop to ponder the movement of clouds above city skyscrapers? How many of us take time out of busy schedules to go and sit in the forest and watch all of the interactions bustling in Nature?

I lived in a forest for two years, surrounded by nothing but trees on all sides. I had the great joy of eating meals on my balcony, of observing the way the black cockatoos come into the forest a couple of days before of rain. I watched echidnas rummage in the rock wall I built, foraging for ants. I saw glow in the dark blue mushrooms at night. And I realised how everything is interconnected. And how humans are an important link in that process, even though we seem intent on excluding ourselves from a relationship of cooperation, preferring, instead, one of control.

If we don’t listen, then how can Nature divulge its secrets?

What secrets have you divined from Nature? Share any magical sit spots or tales of Nature connection in the comments below…


Silence, for this is a connection not easily heard
Yellow flowers sway in sultry zephyrs
Merging, pirouetting pollen throughout the forest
Blissfully moved by a force born of surrender
I do hereby give myself to this wind
Origin unknown, but trusting its thermal thread
Spiraling in geometric swirls
Indigo corridors to the land where soul tribes roam
Sacred caravans devoted to the turning wheel of alignment


David CauldwellComment

The poor, young ego. It gets such a bad rap when all it probably needs is a damn good hug.


I think so much of the confusion we feel about ourselves is because we don’t properly understand the role the ego can play for us, and how to connect healthily with it. For me, my ego has put me into closer contact with the positive, magical aspect of my childlike self. And I believe that the ego can enable us to form a healthier relationship with our inner children. It can switch us on to the magick of imaginations seemingly stifled by adulthood. One hug at a time. 

What do you feel your ego can teach you? Is it enabling a stronger sense of connection to your childlike self? Flick me a comment below and let’s chew the cud!


When we talk about crushing the ego
Smashing it to pieces
We talk about crushing a part of ourselves
The weeping child in isolation
Ignored for so long
That the only way it can get attention
Is to scream so loudly
So abhorrently at times
Until veins throb
In the hope we’ll listen
In the hope we’ll take it to our chests
And embrace that which was never soothed
Listen not to what the ego critic says
Instead see the child tremor behind the spite
As hurt as you by venomous vitriol
In its desperation to be heard
Dissolve the ego
Dissolve a magical place within
That child with a full throttle imagination
A magician capable of creating worlds of wonder
You are the energetic guardian of yourself
Every step in this life a journey towards that
So stand up 
Be kind to the part that bullies you into thinking you are less than God
For that bully is here to show you
Unflinching compassion in the face of hostility
And the Divine nature
Of everything that lies beneath