* We circle the Long Stone, feet planted gently but firmly on the earth… Arms and hands hang loosely by our sides… We close our eyes… We breathe deeply… We
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Seeds of Sound…Seeds of Sound…
* Our Words of Truth with their intents: EARTH – to become aesthetically aware… CALM – to affirm in admiration… HAY – to treat with equality… EAT – to live
Hearing Beyond Fear…Hearing Beyond Fear…
* We do not take these things lightly. We try to approach them as informally as possible. We want to share their magic and inspiration with others. We want people
Heart and Stone…Heart and Stone…
* Long after the tourists, On their metal way, Have come and gone, From Castle Keep… * Long after the last bits, Of scone have flown, From Pilgrims Inn… *
Into the Dark EarthInto the Dark Earth
I have always thought that, from a mystical perspective, we are lucky to have winters. This may seem a strange sentiment, but I have my reasons. If we believe that
Maiden Mother Crone, Part 6 – Rain to Bow by Helen JonesMaiden Mother Crone, Part 6 – Rain to Bow by Helen Jones
Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: Along winding roads through green fields, the purpling hills beyond, we travelled back to where our journey began – Easter Aquhorthies. We returned to a
Solstice of the Moon: Circle of Timeless LightSolstice of the Moon: Circle of Timeless Light
A few stars twinkled above Inverurie as our group gathered for dinner. It wasn’t even raining much. That probably explains why, some time after nine o’clock, when the moonless night
Solstice of the Moon: Switching the lights onSolstice of the Moon: Switching the lights on
We had returned to Easter Aquhorthies for a second visit. It was still raining, but this time the sky was much brighter than the iron-grey deluge of the day before
Solstice of the Moon: Stone of the MaidenSolstice of the Moon: Stone of the Maiden
Once upon a time… twelve or thirteen hundred years ago… there lived a fair maiden. She was, it is told, the daughter of the Laird of Balquhain. She was betrothed
The right-side of zero II…The right-side of zero II…
* There may well be other contrasts we could make… * * Like that between dressed and cut stone… * * The living and the dead… * *
Women In The Mist (4)Women In The Mist (4)
(Continued from Part three on Sun in Gemini) The spiritual, stripped of the trappings of religion, is a search for the real. We may protest that we already live lives
Women In The Mist (2)Women In The Mist (2)
(Continued from Part One on Sun in Gemini) The rain has abated… for now. After the morning of the second day, we return to East Aquorthies to have more revealed
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stonesThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stones
We had no idea where we would be taken for the final visit of the day. We suspected an ancient site as the area is just strewn with them. A
Marking the Circle – Solstice of the Moon with Running ElkMarking the Circle – Solstice of the Moon with Running Elk
While we continue to share tales of the Silent Eye’s summer weekend in Wales, The Prisoner of Portmeirion, we would like to invite you to join us in Scotland in September,
A Bibliomantic Tale IX…A Bibliomantic Tale IX…
* * Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite. The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under constructionThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under construction
The road through Snowdonia was spectacular…at least, once we had left behind the rush hour traffic on the main coast road that delayed us. Realising we might miss the pre-evening
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: ‘I am not a number’The Wyrm and the Wyrd: ‘I am not a number’
There were people… two of them… heading towards the Druids Circle… so we wandered over to have a look at the intriguing cluster of stones we could see just over
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Greeting the Druid…The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Greeting the Druid…
You could not wish for a more spectacular setting for a stone circle. Perched high above the sea, with views to distant mountains in every other direction, it is a
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: AscentThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Ascent
‘The prophet takes over where the mystic stops. The mystic is ascent; the prophet descent.’ – William Everson The bibliomantic reading could not have been more appropriate. From the mines,
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: DescentThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Descent
The trouble with awe-inspiring landscapes is that the camera can never do them justice. It is not merely a matter of scale, depth and perspective… the lens can capture all
A Bibliomantic Tale III…A Bibliomantic Tale III…
* The Great Orme: summit. * Tee minus One-Zero hours and counting… “Pages Four-Four and Four-Five.” “It’ll have to be Nine.” * No 9 (Light) ‘I saw that God never
Flight of the Seer IX…Flight of the Seer IX…
* Shortly after the ‘Leaf and Flame’ event in 2016, the outline for, The Feathered Seer, workshop took shape for us on the edge of an ancient necropolis overlooking Big
The Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!) by Running ElkThe Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!) by Running Elk
During the exploration session on Spirit Animals, presented during The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016, one of the
Spirit Animals by Running ElkSpirit Animals by Running Elk
Reblogged from Shamanic Paths This post is based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man”
The Feathered Seer – Patterns of enchantmentThe Feathered Seer – Patterns of enchantment
‘The hidden world has its clouds and rain, but of a different kind. Its sky and sunshine are of a different kind. This is made apparent to those