Riddles of the Night: Clues on cue

We had known for a long time the main sites we intended to use for the Riddles in the Night workshop. The trouble was, we did not really know why, or what linked them. They are far from being the only sites we could have chosen; we know the area well, we have worked with the landscape in some detail over the past few years and there are enough ancient, sacred and interesting places to fill several workshops.

The sites we had chosen might not necessarily be seen as the ‘best’ or most impressive in the area. And, although most are clustered quite close together, one of them is a fair distance. There are others closer to our chosen base in Bakewell, but they were not speaking to us… at least, not this time. So why, we asked ourselves, had we decided upon these sites? It was almost as if they had chosen themselves without bothering to tell us why.

It cannot be said that we were happy with this uncertain state of affairs, and with only a few possible planning meetings to go, we were getting a little concerned at our lack of insight.

Then on our journey north for the last workshop, by a curious set of coincidences, we met two people over breakfast. It was one of those pleasant encounters where we all seemed to be on the same page, even though our paths differ. They were in Scotland visiting Rosslyn, the Templar chapel made famous by Dan Brown’s novels. We spoke briefly about dowsing, earth energies and the ‘dragon lines’… the leys… all of which tied in nicely with what we would be doing in the north. But it was a brief meeting and we headed our separate ways.

A few days later, ensconced in the last hotel of the journey and with one workshop over, we were glumly contemplating the next, still no wiser about the direction we would take. As if on cue, an email arrived stating that we had a booking from the ladies we had met for the December event… the one we had still to construct.

We had already decided to ask the attendees to solve riddles to find the locations of the sites. This had a dual purpose… both as a bit of fun and with the serious aim of illustrating how, on the spiritual journey, cryptic ‘clues’ are dropped into our lives which can lead us to greater understanding if we pay attention. Like riddles, which always contain all the answers, such clues often become clear only in retrospect, once knowledge is added and understanding has dawned.

We had no intention of hitting the attendees with the proverbial wet fish if they failed to solve the clues. Life has no such compunction and, over the next couple of weeks, set about demonstrating the fact.

It was almost immediately after that booking email that things began to fall into place, as if the flood-gates had been opened. We stared at the brilliant colours of a stained glass St Michael and the best dragon we had seen to date… dragons had been part of that breakfast conversation…. and we suddenly felt that things had begun to fall into place.

Had we been paying attention, we might have gleaned a few more clues that day. The church at Skipton had been built by the Cliffords, the family who held the manorial castle next door. The Clifford family was a prominent one in the early days of the Normans, but fell from grace when Roger de Clifford rebelled against the king in 1322. He was hanged at Clifford’s Tower in York… the tower in which the Templars, rounded up and charged with heresy, were held just a few years earlier. But although the connection to the tower was mentioned, it was only in the context of the appalling anti-Semitic massacre in 1190.

As it was, we remained clueless, knowing only that we were somehow back on track… we still had no real idea where the track was leading. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, though, by revisiting some of our old haunts, seeing new significance in things we had thought we knew well and finally getting into a place we had long intended to visit, the clues began to make sense. When December arrived, we felt we had the outline of a workshop. Where do you begin to tie together centuries of history, sites that span thousands of years and our own quest for understanding? We chose to begin at a well…

20 thoughts on “Riddles of the Night: Clues on cue

  1. The mysteries always make themselves clear … eventually. I never plan where I’m going … at least, I no longer do it. i used to, but I never got where i was planning to go, but ended up somewhere else I never even knew existed. And eventually, it all made sense. Or maybe we make it make sense. Maybe the logic is in us and the places are less important than what is swimming around in our heads. Now, there’s a thought …

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    1. I think that is true, in many ways, Marilyn. I am convinced that the spirit of a place is important in itself, but have often wondered whether the meaning we draw from events, symbols and places are actually drawn from them, or because they act as catalysts for realisation. We store every single thing we see, feel, read or experience at some deep level. ‘Programmes’ behind the scenes must be working away to make sense of it all and perhaps these places shine a light on something hidden in a dusty corner that we had not seen.

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      1. I think things are catalysts. Our minds are wonderful in that we can make these mental leaps from a thing we see that’s really unrelated to what we are thinking. I do that while writing all the time. I don’t think I COULD write without that ability. I never know where a piece is going to go or how it will end, yet somehow, the end finds me — and so does the reasoning that gets me there. I spent a couple of months in England wandering randomly, finding tiny stone circles in places never marked in the guide books. Garry and I did the same in Ireland and we were completely lost most of the time. But as it turned out, not REALLY lost. Just finding new things.

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