For the spiritual searcher who feels called or connected to Nature and the Ancient World, my articles and recordings provide spiritual guidance, inspiration, and beauty, by fostering communication, openness, groundedness, and a sense of childlike awe.

Like most of us in today’s world, I wear a number of hats. I’m a husband, and father of four children — I’ve been married since 1998. Longer than that, I’ve been a linguist — I began my studies in 1991, and have been working professionally since 2000. And I’m a follower of the druid path, though it’s hard to say how long I’ve been doing that. I’ve been doing “druid things” all my life, but I only put the label “druid” on them in 2006.

What are “druid things”? Meditating, especially meditating in and about the natural world. Feeling connected to the spiritual realm, and cultivating a relationship with its denizens. Finding soulful fulfillment in scholarship. Reconnecting the ancient world with the modern one. Creating beautiful things, and healing the world with words.

I was raised Zen Buddhist in the southeastern United States, which led to some difficult experiences. Regardless, I’ve always been drawn by the spiritual side of life, and though I usually waffled around between Zen, atheism, and agnosticism, my explorations of Spirit were ongoing and earnest.

Then, in the late spring of 2006, I began struggling with a number of issues, including debt, exhaustion, and fear — a lot of fear. For some reason that I still haven’t really figured out, I was afflicted with a lot more fear than I’m generally used to having. (You can read more about this fear, and some of the things I did to overcome it, here and here.) During meditation, I made contact with a spirit / being / archetype who called himself Apollo, and who urged me to create a blog, but he told me very little about what he wanted it to be about. You can read more about this encounter here. Around the same time, I picked up John Michael Greer’s Druidry Handbook, and was thunderstruck to realize I had been a druid all my life without knowing it. As I wrote to him in my letter to apply to his organization, the Ancient Order of Druids in America:

I have always been interested in just about everything under the sun, but there are disadvantages to that. Chiefly I have felt that my interests and passions in life were somewhat weakened by being so spread out and unrelated. I was brought up American Zen; my interest in writing and music, my fascination with historical and cognitive linguistics, my reading in comparative mythology and Jungian psychology, my love of nature and commitment to renewable energy lifestyles, the Waldorf education my children are receiving — all these themes seemed either completely unrelated, or related in some way that I could sense but not grasp.

But — and you can see this coming — it all flows together naturally under druidry. As I read your book, a dozen disparate themes in my life were converging, tributaries merging into a single river.

So it came to me that I could blog about my journey down the druid path — a journal of my journey into Druidry. Beyond that, I had no idea where the blog would lead me.

Recently I sat down and assessed the shape of the blog — which is now actually three blogs — and where it seemed to be headed. With the advice of my friend Slade, who has a great site about Spiritual Blogging, I was able to see the outline of the whole project for the first time.

“For ______ [target reader ‐ your niche] who ______ [further qualify target client and her problem or need] my book | product | service | publication ______ [state the product | service | book | etc] provides ______ [key benefits], unlike _______ [competitors] our product | service | publication ______ [serves the target customer | niche by doing what?] ______.”

For the spiritual searcher who feels called or connected to Nature and the Ancient World, my articles and recordings provide spiritual guidance, inspiration, and beauty, by fostering communication, openness, groundedness, and a sense of childlike awe.

Druid Journal: Guidance and inspiration from Nature and the Ancient World.

DRUID: Nature and the Ancient World; spiritual guidance, inspiration, beauty; groundedness.

JOURNAL: Communication, openness.

Below are some of the offerings that have developed organically over the last year:

Have your name analyzed — DJ Word of the Day style. I believe our names reflect both our character and our purpose in life. For a donation of your choice, I’ll give you a complete etymological analysis and phonosemantic reading — a full historical and spiritual assessment. Every name means something. What about yours?

Druid Journal Word of the Day. Not just a word. A guided tour of a tiny piece of the human experience. These are words you already know - simple words like god and sun and home. Words that are part of the furniture of your mind, the vocabulary of your subconscious, the words in your heart. You’ll read about where they come from and what they mean, just like in a regular word-of-the-day, but you’ll also read about how their sounds contribute to their meaning in subtle ways (phonosemantics), related words, and their place in the universal subconscious.

Druid Journal. For the spiritual searcher who feels called or connected to Nature and the Ancient World, my articles and recordings provide spiritual guidance, inspiration, and beauty, by fostering communication, openness, groundedness, and a sense of childlike awe.

Jeff’s Physical Manifestation Overhaul.Follow along as I experience spiritual weight loss, the unique whole-self health solution offered by Kara-Leah at her site, be Conscious Now. This approach to weight management looks primarily at the underlying spiritual-energetic reasons for the way we manifest our bodies. Your body is a reflection of your spirit; if you want to overhaul your body, fix your Soul, and the rest will follow.

Downloadable Audio Meditations Want to experience meditation for yourself? It’s an excellent way to communicate with guides, develop your intuition, explore inner space, and reach a state of peace. I’ve created a series of guided meditations designed to get you started on this path, all available at the Druid Journal Meditation blog.

A Parable of Religion

An archipelago sprawls across a tropical ocean, each man an island. I am the king of the island called Gewifridu Feawe Hlile.

The island is large and populous; even the jungles and deserts are dotted with villages. At the center of the island is a handsome mountain, its slopes decked with manicured gardens. At the top of the mountain is a strong ivory tower, where I live, alone.

I have everything I need. The lower portion of the tower is stocked with a rich and varied library, for example. I have met few other monarchs who have libraries as large and heterogenous as mine. A whole section of the library — in fact, one of the oldest sections — is devoted to my own works. My drawing studio, where I spent many happy hours as a child, goes unused much of the time these days, although I do enjoy dropping by from time to time. I spend hours trying to tend the gardens on the mountain, despite my lack of skill in such things.

I have a radio near the top of the tower, and I communicate with the monarchs of other islands thereby. When I speak with them, my lonliness drops away, for a time. Sometimes I can even imagine that I am speaking directly to them, in their very presence. But there is always static and interference, and one can never really be sure a real connection has been made.

After the tropical sun sets into the sea, I watch the stars rolling overhead and try to find patterns in them.

There are servants in the tower with me, I am nearly certain of that. I glimpse them now and again, but whenever I look directly at them, they are gone. Perhaps I only imagine that they smile impishly at me as they disappear. But the evidence of them is everywhere. I always have sumptuous feasts laid out for me when I dine. I find books and pictures set out for me to find in opportune places. When I am painting, or writing, or speaking on the radio, I sometimes suddenly find helpful notes and ideas pressed into my fingers — and if I turn quickly to see who did it, no one is there. And when night falls and I creep downstairs to exit the tower, an unseen hand opens the door.

Yes, I leave the tower at night. I pass down the garden paths to the base of the mountain, and wander the highways and woodland paths among the villages. Here, I see my subjects. Sometimes they all ignore me. Sometimes they follow me, watching, saying nothing. Some try to speak to me, and I to them, as they go about their tasks, but it is a difficult process, because they do not speak my language, and my knowledge of theirs is very incomplete. Usually, I have to try to remember what they said and consult my library in the morning to interpret their speech. If I do so, I find that their words are full of wisdom.

Somewhere on my island, I feel very strongly, is a temple — perhaps deep in the jungle, perhaps buried in the desert. I seem to remember having seen it once before when I was young. (Were there others on the island then, that I could speak to? It seems to me as though there were.) Perhaps there was a great statue there, wound round and bound with vines, with eyes made of huge emeralds; perhaps it was a monolith, baked in the sun, carved with faded characters. Sometimes, when the air is clear on a bright morning, I look out from the top of the tower and try to see the temple; or I search my library (which contains many incomplete and partially accurate maps of my island). Frequently at night I search for it, wandering, a stranger in my own land, through mist-filled jungles, over parched deserts, surrounded always by my subjects, watching me curiously and speaking unintelligibly.

At the temple –

Was there a ceremony there? A coronation? One child was chosen from among the people of the island, chosen to be king, at least for a while. A monarch alone he would be, one set apart. He would serve the island, and the island would serve him. There on the altar of the temple his memory was sacrificed, for only by forgetting all could he be pure enough for kingship. No memory of companionship, family, or speech was left to him; naked and empty he was set in the tower — attended by servants that had to be invisible and inaudible, lest his innocence be corrupted — and left to learn what he could. A sacrifice of one child for the good of all.

But I am grown now. Surely I am old enough to be allowed to remember. Let me remember.

I am so alone.

I must find that temple.

Essential information:

Name: Jeff Lilly
Date of Birth: May 26, 1973, approx. 11:30 pm.
Place of Birth: Henderson, North Carolina
Moved to Stoneville, North Carolina, in 1975.
Moved to Greensboro, North Carolina, in 1980.
Undergraduate Degree: Bachelor of Arts in Linguistics, Chapel Hill, North Carolina, 1991 to 1995.
Graduate Work in Linguistics: Chapel Hill, 1995 to 1996.
Graduate Degree: Master of Arts in Linguistics, College Park, Maryland, 1996 to 2000.
Married to Emily in 1998.
Four children born between 1998 and 2004.
Linguist and lexicographer at Answerlogic Inc., 2000 to 2001.
Software engineer in the defense industry, 2002 to 2005.
Computational Linguist for Nuance, Inc., 2005 to present.

Astrological Data:
Sun: Gemini; Moon: Pisces; Mercury: Gemini; Venus: Gemini; Mars: Pisces; Jupiter: Aquarius; Saturn: Gemini; Uranus: Libra; Neptune: Sagittarius; Pluto: Libra.
Ascendant: Capricorn. Midheaven: Scorpio.
Major Aspects: Sun opposite Neptune; Sun trine Pluto; Mercury square Mars; Mercury conjunct Venus; Mercury and Venus trine Jupiter; Saturn conjunct Venus.