About the Author

The Author, Justin Coutts (that’s me), lives on Manitoulin Island off the north shore of Lake Huron. It is a beautiful and quiet place where deer walk down the sidewalks and everyone knows everyone else. My family and I live here quite happily. The picture below is my son climbing some of the rocks near where we live.


I moved to Manitoulin Island when I was twenty years old, before hand I had lived primarily in south western Ontario. I was born into a dysfunctional family. We were Quakers in a small, rural community and we had an organic farm where we raised rheas. My mother introduced me to the world of indigenous ceremony at a very young age and my earliest memories are of smudging with her in the window cubby in the upstairs of our old Victorian farm house.

The Quaker tradition, despite the impression many people have, is a very open and inclusive one. In the words of William Penn, a prominent Quaker theologian from the 17th century:

“The humble, meek, merciful, just, pious, and devout souls are everywhere of one religion; and when death has taken off the mask they will know one another, though the divers liveries they wear here makes them strangers.”

This notion that all who humbly seek the Truth and act justly within the world are practicing true religion is what made it possible for me to be raised in a solidly rooted and traditional Quaker community while also participating in indigenous ceremonies and Wicca.

I left home at the age of fifteen under less than ideal circumstances and spent approximately five years living on the streets and being in and out of various institutions. At the age of nineteen I had a profound religious experience while high on PCP in a squat in Montreal. If you want to read more about that experience you can check out this article I wrote on a friend’s website.

While the experience was distinctly Christian it took me, after a great deal of resistance on my part, to a place known as Thunder Mountain, deep in the wilderness of Northern Ontario. The spirits of that place are known as Thunder Birds and they became the center of my early spiritual life. They grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me kicking and screaming from the life of a nomadic anarchist into a life of spiritual devotion.

I met an Ojibwe elder at Thunder Mountain who taught me how to work, how to pray, how to serve the people, and how to speak to the trees, rocks, stars, and lakes. I studied as his apprentice for about 7 years and learned many ineffable and immensely valuable things. During that time, and for a few years afterwards, I had the opportunity to learn from a variety of other elders and medicine people and my spirituality is still heavily shaped by those teachings.

Once, during a sweat lodge, I was praying to my ancestors – which is a normal practice I had never really spent much time thinking about. When much to my surprise a group of ancient Celts appeared and spoke to me in a way only spirits can, by skipping the words and going straight to the meaning. They reminded me that they were real people and that I should get to know them. Over the years which followed I attempted to learn about Celtic pagan religion but in the end I did not find what I was looking for.

For a number of years I became interested in permaculture and natural building. I did some apprenticeships and workshop to learn about straw bale, compressed earth bricks, and renewable energy systems. I also studied horticulture at a small community college and worked in landscaping and property management for a number of years. I built a small straw bale house with a mechanical windmill and planted an orchard. I wanted to live off the land and pursue my spiritual interests. As it turned out, it was much harder to live that way of life than I had expected and a series of personal events led me on a new path.

During that time I found my way into a liberal mainline protestant church and, with the guidance of the minister there, found my way into the pulpit. Since that time I have endeavoured to answer the call of my ancestors while engaging in my Christian faith. I began a masters degree in divinity at a well known Canadian seminary and completed about one third of my MDiv. During that time I worked as the minister of a small rural church in Northern Ontario for almost two years.

While the social values of that church are something I still hold dearly, I found the spirituality was unable to speak to my condition. In my own search I found the teachings of modern day contemplatives and mystics like Richard Rohr, John O’Donohue, and Thomas Merton and through their books and videos I came to learn about the contemplative Christian tradition. This journey led me to a book known as The Cloud of Unknowing, you can watch a video where I talk about my journey with that book HERE.

The Cloud of Unknowing taught me that the monastic tradition is a massive repository of contemplative wisdom. Christianity has a deep and ancient spiritual tradition and my spirituality today is firmly rooted in monastic practice and theology. I live a new monastic life which combines the ancient teachings of the tradition with family life in our modern world. I am primarily a homemaker for my wife and kids. I work as a spiritual director and writer and I fill my spare time with prayer, study, and video games.

I feel a certain affinity for my Celtic ancestors who incorporated their traditional pagan ways with their new-found Christianity. I am also a pagan who has converted to Christianity. My upbringing and the majority of my spiritual training are pagan. I know from experience that Western Christianity has lost something the indigenous traditions still maintain. There is, however, great wisdom to be found in the rich textual tradition of the medieval Celtic monks, as well as the Christian tradition as a whole. I believe my call from the Lord is to bridge these two worlds and to walk faithfully with Christ while carrying in my heart what I have learned from the Thunder Birds, the elders, and the very stones of the Earth.

Here’s a little interview about my spiritual journey:

Here’s a little slideshow of pictures:

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