Welcome to our Hearth
Once in the long ago, we humans possessed an untethered sense of wonder. Our first ancestors looked up at the sun and were filled with unsustainable awe and childlike wonder when it rose in the sky. That innocent wonderment and fascination incited us too long to be part of and immersed in that sacred ceremony in and of the world around us. We may have forgotten that innocence and yet in our hearts and souls we are begging for childlike wonder.
“My heart is so small, it’s almost invisible, how can You place such big sorrows in it?”
“Look,” He answered, “your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.”
Rumi
The world is a living, animated ceremony. It is enlivened by the One Song, sung by the primal maternal spirit, Grandmother Ocean. And the song is imbued within every breath, drop of blood, and bone of all who are upon this earth, regardless of species or physical form, animate or inanimate (for the Sagh’ic, the term ‘inanimate’ is a misnomer, as everything is alive). We hold close the lessons of The Great Forest and how we live in harmony with all that surrounds it. We do not see humans as above any other thing either manifest or otherworldly.
Sagh’ic-Tire Dhream (sar-jeek teeray thrarm), sometimes called the Wolven Path is an Animist Warrior Priest Tradition. Though we speak of ‘wolf’ the direct translation is more akin to ‘wild dog/hound beast’, which leads to an assumption that our ancestors knew of some older canine beast we may have forgotten. Our cosmological stories speak of the dog spirit as one who comes of free will to be the loyal companion, whilst the two legged (humans) remember how to find their way home. And yet upon that journey home, The Father of the Fires, calls and gathers around his bright, warm, shining flame in the darkness, which we, weary, lost, seeking company or a good story, can find a safe and welcoming place of blessing to share some great adventurous tale with warm honeyed cake and wine.
We are an oral tradition of story and song. A retelling of the journey of the lost two-legged ones as they try to find their way back to The Primal Forest.
The Ancient Song speaks of the Ancestral Ones who formed from love, fell from the stars above to the earth below, to share the wonder of that intimate love. Incarnating on many forms to share the Great Song and remind those caught in the lost dreams of their home amongst those stars.
The Hearth is both the beacon of dreams and the heart home. Amongst the pages that follow we share our hearth with its stories, songs and dances; share the wisdom of our Ancestors and Ancient Ones.
We invite to come and warm yourselves by our sacred home fire.
The Tribal language of sound and song evokes image and is ancient in its roots. Some might say Gaelic or Celtic, and indeed it has words that could be recognised by those communities. Yet it also includes sounds and words that appear Eurasian. The language though lost, is a song on the wind of breath, that conjures the emotions of actions; it is foremost a language of the heart.
For it is the song in our hearts that impassions the work of our hands in service to each others.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Not all will agree or understand this tradition, its origins and revelations. We are comfortable in a song of many tunes and verses. We will agree that one song will call us home whoever or however it is sung; our own communities present this song and dance as coloured and interpreted by their own culture. We aim to reflect animist and spirit practice and belief, the unifying harmony between Spirit and Mundane, and the inevitable living destiny of our journey therein. The service is to maintain the ripples of spiritual process through various practices and beliefs, yet at the same time to send them outward into the world community. And in a small way to be one of the pebbles that creates those ripples.
It is our hope that the stories on these pages will give inspiration and guidance for each personal path to The Forest.
Sagh'ic Tire Dhream, UK & Europe 