* “In the programme…” said the man wearing a green-kilt, * * “…the portal-stones lead to another time.” * * “He’s referring to a television programme,” said Wen, quietly. *
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Where do they go to?…Where do they go to?…
* …And the Wood-Stone started to glow, White it was… * * And I felt an impetus to take flight, but only as far as the end of the passage…
Into the Hill…Into the Hill…
* Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber. The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both
Inner Sanctum…Inner Sanctum…
* The thing is… It is impossible to ‘do’ such sites in one visit. In fact, it is not possible to ‘do’ such sites at all. If anything, they
The road home…The road home…
* Wen and I are back on the road which leads past Bryn Celli Ddu… We had to double-back to the hotel because someone called down ‘Cloud City’ before we
SEE: October Zoom Cyber Room…SEE: October Zoom Cyber Room…
Photograph – courtesy, the estate of Sue Vincent (All Tarot Card Images – Rider-Waite Deck) * The Silent Eye’s October Explorations Zoom Talk The Thousandth Face – breaking through from
Nice weather for ducksNice weather for ducks
It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
Hidden Avebury…Hidden Avebury…
* … And from Needles of Stone, to Avenues, or at least, what remains of one… * The ‘Mary Line’ which we had been following from Cornwall runs right through
MistletoeMistletoe
This picture was taken in early spring last year, just as the world began to warm itself in the pale sunlight. The place was Pilton, a little village near Glastonbury
The Great Mystery: Dreaming…The Great Mystery: Dreaming…
* The mystery conspires with the animal world whose souls so resemble the purity and innocence of a human child. * It recognises the miracle of life in both seed
The Great Mystery: CrowdsThe Great Mystery: Crowds
* The mystery needs no shrines or temples save those that nature provides. * It may be met in the shadowy heights and aisles of a primeval forest, on the
Weland Mind-Weld…Weland Mind-Weld…
14th September 2021… * ‘On such a day as this two fools who laughed at death embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime…’ * …Today, the adventure is all but
Wayland: The White Horse…Wayland: The White Horse…
* But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers… * A group of local lads were enjoying a drink one
Wayland: The Blessed Isles…Wayland: The Blessed Isles…
* The tone of the tale once Britain is reached, becomes very different… * Alighting on Berkshire’s High Downs, Wayland came upon an ancient chambered tomb, and made it his
‘Claims to ancient reach’?…‘Claims to ancient reach’?…
Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within
‘Big Secrets’…‘Big Secrets’…
Key 6 from the Tarot * The modern fifty-two-card deck of playing cards retains only one of the Atu, or Keys, or Major Arcana, of the original game of
Towards partingTowards parting
We left the stone circle in lighthearted mood. The walkers we met all seemed to be smiling broadly… and that included the ones who hadn’t witnessed our antics up there.
The Journey of the FoolThe Journey of the Fool
Some ideas simply arrive fully formulated, coming out of nowhere, with no clues, no warning, and the first thing you know about them is when they come out of your
Bringing in the harvestBringing in the harvest
The heather still shows patches of purple although the massed luxuriance of colour has now faded; the bracken begins to turn to bronze and the autumn mists swirl in. Even
Author’s NoteAuthor’s Note
On a rather bleak day, when I was feeling low for some unspecified reason, the first complete chapter of Dark Sage landed in my inbox and had me laughing out
Petals of the RosePetals of the Rose
Petals of the Rose Guided Journeys Sue Vincent A collection of guided meditations, designed to open aspects of the personality in as gentle and natural way as the petals of
St Just…St Just…
* Not only did our last hotel fail to provide any windows, to speak of, in our room, it also failed to provide us with a breakfast… * Which
The watchersThe watchers
We were being watched. It was palpable. In fact, as I raised the camera to watch the watchers, others could see it too… we weren’t imagining it. They had been
El Drac? …El Drac? …
* Geography! 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
Seeking the Hermit…Seeking the Hermit…
* “Should be over by the crags.” * * “Look more like Hags to me.” * * “But Hags are usually at barrows.” * * “Maybe that’s what the cave