Reblogged from Journey to Ambeth: Sigh. I should have expected this. On the last Silent Eye weekend I’d attended there had been a place that had shaken me, unexpectedly, making
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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: Unfamiliar territorySolstice of the Moon: Unfamiliar territory
It is raining again and about to get worse. You are in a suburban green space between neat-gardened houses, the last place you would expect to find an ancient treasure…
Solstice of the Moon: Circles of PainSolstice of the Moon: Circles of Pain
The weather was beginning to regain its composure, but it was still being temperamental enough to lustrate the companions exploring the mysteries of an ancient landscape. Our next site was
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
Shape-shifting (Part 1) – by Running ElkShape-shifting (Part 1) – by Running Elk
This series of posts are based on the outline of an exploration session presented at The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “The Feathered Seer” weekend in 2017. Whilst I
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sunThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sun
We were up and away early again, this time well supplied with munchables on which to break our fast. We may have missed the dawn, but we still caught the
An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)
Amidst the seemingly pristine field of stones, the old oak tree usually went unnoticed… Like this group of happy but somewhat weary pilgrims, newly entered via the gate at the
Unexpected Shaman (2) – two journeys to Chichen ItzaUnexpected Shaman (2) – two journeys to Chichen Itza
Jerome, my newly-found Mayan Shaman friend, was born in Belize, and had travelled before settling, for the present, in Yucatan, Mexico. I had been surprised at how vividly alive the
The Feathered Seer – Part 1 (or “whatever happened to The River of the Sun?”) by Running ElkThe Feathered Seer – Part 1 (or “whatever happened to The River of the Sun?”) by Running Elk
…we may have to go back a little before we can begin. Say two years? All the way back to the “River of the Sun“ in 2015, and the long-awaited
Dominions of Cnut – #SilentiDominions of Cnut – #Silenti
Pity poor King Canute (Real name ‘Cnut’ pron: Kn-ootr). He went down in English history as the King who was so self-important that he sat in a ceremonial chair, on the
The Finding of Polarity (3) – #SilentiThe Finding of Polarity (3) – #Silenti
In parts one and two of this set of three posts, we have examined how the development of the individual, the ‘self’, is a different process from the development of
The Finding of Polarity (2) – #SilentiThe Finding of Polarity (2) – #Silenti
‘As I begin to understand how ‘I’ am made I begin to see that infinity can largely be equated with what is formless and not with some mathematically and
The Finding of Polarity (1) – #SilentiThe Finding of Polarity (1) – #Silenti
We can speak of mysticism, of magic, of meditation, of psychodynamics and many other labels, but all these refer to the attempt by the human consciousness to become aware of
A laughing heartA laughing heart
Sent to me by Obi, a friend and Companion of the Silent Eye: “Let me Sue, tell you a traditional story on happiness from my people the Igbo of South
A Perfect SwarmA Perfect Swarm
Is the human reflected in society? Do our civilisations echo how we are as individuals, with all our complex components, such as our physical health and our
Until your will is mine…Until your will is mine…
— You may come this way a thousand times And sense that space of place unfold But it will never speak to you Until your will is mine — Or
The Eyes of BeingThe Eyes of Being
I had wondered what the ‘experiential chord’ would be on this trip; arriving for the first time in this vast continent of Australia to spend most of January with
Moon over Venus – part threeMoon over Venus – part three
Two people stand just ahead of the main group at the edge of a Llyn Carrig Bach, the sacred Druid lake which now lies just off the end of the
Moon over Venus – part twoMoon over Venus – part two
There are at least three dimensions to one of the Silent Eye’s discovery weekends. There’s the place itself, with its features – ancient and modern; there’s the social side, most
Moon over Venus – part oneMoon over Venus – part one
Four hundred steps… six hundred million years… It’s a lot, especially when they descend one of the steepest cliffs in Britain. But it’s worth it. To travel through the known
Going west – Carreg SamsonGoing west – Carreg Samson
The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set
Going west – A field of peaceGoing west – A field of peace
We gathered by Whitesands beach, just outside St David’s in Pembrokeshire… a small group of people from all walks of life, putting aside the cares and pressures of the daily
Whispers in the West – part four (final part)Whispers in the West – part four (final part)
Whispers in the West – part four (final) On the Saturday night, replete with the adventures of the day and a large meal from the Sloop, we could do little else