El Drac? …



Never our strongest suit.

There are some places though, where we seem to already know the lay-out.

Edinburgh for one, and Durham.

Tavistock proved to be another of those.

And coming so soon after our Elizabethan workshop, one has to wonder…



Not to be outdone, our ‘Old Friend’, Kempe, decided to get in on the act.

Insisting we ponder again the expedience of canonising angels.

“Isn’t it obvious,” says Wen, with a twinkle.

“Only when you already know.”

“It’s about opening lines…”

“Of communication?”



Anyway, our ‘heavenly overseers’, had clearly, not quite done with us, yet.

Fittingly fortified, we finally headed off for a reunion, and the start of our adventure…




Citadel of the Sun…

Cornwall Recce 2018…


‘There is a certain atmosphere about the place,

an echo of a life that is hidden deep in the recesses of the mind.’


If our hotel room had any windows we would be able to see St Michael’s Mount, but the tide is at present unfavourable and we will not be able to get there until after-noon.

With more than a goodly number of sites to go at, many of them close to major routes, we are not expecting our morning to be idle…

“Brown Sign!”

The Green Goddess lurched violently as she swung around the almost impossible corner, before her steady growl returned, and then a roar of satisfaction as she contemplated yet another ‘worm-hole’ through the space-time continuum…

“What is Carn Euny anyway?”

“It’s a prehistoric village.”

For the first time that day the mist which had descended with our arrival began to show signs of lifting.

And beyond it, the sun…

It was hard to believe that anyone else could have found the place but in amongst the well positioned stones and wild grasses, a lone baseball cap bobbed.

Patience can be key but when patience fails a well turned chant usually does the trick.

We did have a date with the tides to consider, after-all…

“And the Fogou?”



“Is up for grabs.”

“Grain storage?”


“Last line of defence?”

Snort again.

“I’d say this was a sweat lodge.



Bring in hot stones. Pour on water…”

“…And journey to the Spirit World.”

“It still retains its air of sanctity.”

And just as we started to chant the sun shone in…



… We had been at the mercy of the tides before.

At Lindisfarne we were stranded on the ‘island’ for eight hours.

This time we were ‘stranded’ on the mainland…

There is something about cause-wayed isles that speaks to the soul.



We wonder why anyone would choose to sail over.

Our fellow ‘pilgrims’ have, for the most part, dressed for the sun and they set off over the causeway before the tide has fully receded.

They appear largely unaware of the ‘why’ of their presence there. So we watch the birds instead. And they explain to us how the ‘line’ does not pass through the castle…



The Nightingales’: June Zoom cyber-room…


The Egoic Nature

In this hour of self-severity and  unbridled selfishness, we will, through a series of questions, explore this seemingly all-powerful ‘image of ourselves’ and the part it does, could, and should, play in our lives. 

  • A monster that takes over your carefully-cultivated persona? (Frankenstein) 
  • A lustful beast engineering it’s own desires? (Dr Jekyll and Hyde) 
  • A dutiful, caring angel that ministers, selflessly, to the needy? (Jane Eyre?)

What about Dorian Gray?

What is the key to that story?

Is the masculine ego the same as the feminine?

Jung’s soul and spirit.

Stages and key questions for us to discuss and explore:

An egoic nature… We all have one, but what is it?

Where did it come from and how did it develop?

Is the ego necessary and Why?

Why do we appear to struggle with our egos?

Is there an ultimate destiny for the ego?


… And as the sky darkens, so the enormity of the day begins to sink in.

“There is one thing bothering me…”

“Which is, my dear?”

“The spirit stones at Wayland’s would be covered with earth.”

“I know.”

“So no one could see them.”

“I know, but it isn’t so very different from decorating the inside of a tomb with intricate and resplendent illuminations and hieroglyphs.”

“Like the Egyptians.”

“Like the Egyptians… and others. Some of the best art their cultures ever produced would be seen by none.”

“And what about the Hill Figure?”

“What about the Hill Figure, dear?”

“It’s only properly visible in its entirety from the air.”

“I know.”

“So, no one could see that, either.”

Wen sighs. “We have to entertain the very real possibility that these people were not, oh how should I put it? They were not… as body-bound as we are.”

“And the stones in the earth…”

“… Is exactly the same thing.”

“Jeez… That’s a seriously crazy thought… which is possibly why I like it so much.”


“The transition then, from what we call life to what we call death, would not… for them… have been quite such a wrench. It would have been much more like… a change of perspective, perhaps.”

“It would have been like waking from a  dream.”

“… Like waking from a dream of the body?” …

Excerpt from The Initiate.



Book One of the Triad of Albion

Stuart France & Sue Vincent

The Initiate is the story of a journey beyond the realms of our accustomed normality.

It is a true story told in a fictional manner. In just such a way did the Bards of old hide in the legends and deeds of folk heroes, those deeper truths for those ‘with eyes to see and ears to hear’.

Don and Wen, two founding members of a new Esoteric School, meet to explore an ancient sacred site, as a prelude to the School’s opening event. The new School is to be based upon a nine-fold system and operate under the aegis of the Horus Hawk.

The trip does not unfold as planned.

Instead, Don and Wen, guided by the birds, find themselves embarking upon a journey that will lead them through a maze of spiritual symbolism, to magical mysteries and the shadowy figure of the Ninth Knight.

As the veils thin and waver, time shifts and the present is peopled with shadowy figures of the past, weaving their tales through a quest for understanding and opening wide the doors of perception…

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May my beloved pass…


Draw back the bolt, Ba-Ba…

Open the doors of heaven.

Fling them open for my beloved.


Drawn back by the breath

of the fire-spirit…

The doors are open!


Arise Horus! Return,

that my beloved may also return.

Borne on the flame drawn by the gods.


Clear a way…

That my beloved may pass.

My beloved is Horus.


Spell 316 Pyramid Texts

Blinded by the Light…


… So, we return to the quest and turn shining eyes to the south.

Not that we ever left it, yet the churches had definitely ‘fallen off-line’…

Until Skipton.

Until one particular stained-glass window in Skipton.

It is tempting to think that later traditions lose much that is essential to preceding ones.

In magical traditions derived from the Hebrews, the Archangel Mikael is a guardian of the south quarter and if a ‘Michael Window’ is present in a church, it is a relatively safe bet that it will be found on a south wall of that church.

So, why were we charging around St Michael’s, Hathersage, looking at stained-glass windows on the north wall, with such singular precision?

Because we were desirous of another window.

This headlong, wilful charge, bugles blaring, could well have been our undoing, had we been alone.

There was no ‘Michael Window’ in St Michael’s, Hathersage.

But there was this…



So, what to say about this banner?

It is a work of art, certainly.

It is a work of art that transcends the medieval style of its composition, although, the ‘S’ as an ‘eight’ and the ‘M’ as an ‘omega’ are both remarkable.

The ‘lance’ too, as ‘Celtic crozier’, is a sublime touch.


Was the dragon always golden?


Does this hue, denote the beginning or even the end of a process?


Was the beast once much bigger?


Is this really how one earns one’s ‘spiritual wings’?


The spirals on the Saint’s shield are, to say the least, suggestive…

“What if the Dragon is time?” Says Wen…



The Keys to Heaven

Stuart France

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Psychologist, Maurice Nicoll studied under Fourth Way exponents G.I Gurdjieff and  P.D. Ouspensky, and presented his own philosophy in a series of works published during the Mid Twentieth Century.

In his seminal work, Living Time… he makes no bones about insisting that the psychological states and concepts that he is expounding, and their utilisation, are ancient and stretch back through Christianity, Judaism, the Greek Philosophers and on into the mysterious climes of Pre-Dynastic Egypt…

In re-presenting these ideas as a series of poetic explorations, author and essayist, Stuart France uncovers a series of links with the Mediaeval Traditions of the Northmen, and the Matter of Britain!

What is the original story of our week? How does the moon harrow hell? Prepare to be enthralled, entertained, educated, and enlightened, as new light is shed on the enigmatic figures of Wotan, Merlin, and King Arthur.

They do not write books like this anymore, if indeed they ever did!