I’ve been searching for who this particular lady is for some time. I’ve been referring to her as Sovereignty as she never gave me her name, or if she had I couldn’t remember it upon waking. There isn’t a lot on the internet about Sovereignty as how she appeared to me two and a half years ago. Most articles relate her back to a Goddess in which Sovereignty was an aspect of who she is and what she represents, for example The Morrigan, Eiru or Brigid.

Of course, I could be calling this young woman with blonde hair in a silver dress, with a gold chains in her hair and at her waist a completely wrong name.

I’ve been referring to her as Sovereignty as that’s what she felt like when Herne introduced me to her.

This is closest image of her I’ve been able to find of who I met, minus the antlers. The clains in the image are a bit more elaborate than how she appeared, but as I said, it’s the closest representation I’ve been able to find.

Herne took me for a walk up a steep path on the side of a hill, then over rocks, never telling me where we were going, only it was a beautiful night for a trek.

That’s what I love about Herne – he makes you work for it.

I mentioned if I fell he’d be the one who had to bare the brunt of my fall.

What makes you think I’m going to let you fall? he replied.

At the top we got to look over the beautiful valley in the full moon night. It reminded me of the Moorabool Valley before the government put the bypass through it.

For some reason I stopped to catch my breath at the top of the hill, which is odd for a meditation meeting but I guess if I was to be puffed in reality doing such a climb, I’d be puffed within that world.

Eventually I began walking away from the ledge when Herne stopped me, saying he had someone he wanted to introduce me to. And there she was, the Lady in White. She took me by the hands and led me away so we could talk.

Herne wanted me to meet you, she said. I don’t remember what happened after that. I don’t remember what I said, what she said, just that Herne was standing by the look out with his arms crossed at his chest with this enormous grin on his face. I thought he must’ve been cold without a shirt on under his leather vest.

When we finished speaking, she looked over to Herne and gave a nod. I was confused, possibly because the conversation was a blur. He walked over to us, she hugged me and wished me well, then disappeared into the night. Herne was just chuffed!

I haven’t met her again, and I don’t know her name. She may be Sovereignty, she may be Brigantia, she may be Diana (as I know Diana was honoured in the same area of London as Herne was). Some have suggested that she is Elen of the Ways but it doesn’t feel right. I want to get to know her more, to meet her again, but the attempts at contacting her have gone to deaf ears.

If anyone out there reading this as an idea of who it was I met, please let me know!