We were surprised to find that breakfast would not be forthcoming. While we could, undoubtedly, have booked it separately, it was almost a matter of principle not to do so.
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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
A Bibliomantic Tale VII…A Bibliomantic Tale VII…
* Harlech Castle * “Patrick McGoohan’s, ‘The Prisoner’, displays many thematic similarities to Franz Kafka’s, ‘The Castle’ and ‘The Trial’.” Authority Pages One-Five-Two and One-Five-Three * No 8 (Light) O
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
A Bibliomantic Tale VI…A Bibliomantic Tale VI…
* A Prisoner of Portmeirion? * Resistance “Pages Two-Five-One and Two-Five-Two” * No 8 (Light) ‘The sexual origin of the lingam is, of course, obvious, but this only brings out
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,
A Bibliomantic Tale V…A Bibliomantic Tale V…
* Borth-y-Gest from Portmeirion Beach * “We have Take-Off!” Resignation “One-Nine-One, or One-Nine-Two?” * No 3 (Light) ‘Suddenly the world Cracks, the phallos Slams home, slams the ineluctable stroke. And
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 IV…A Bibliomantic Tale IV…
* * “Somewhere in all that cloud stands a Druid at the head of a circle.” “Let’s go see if we can find him.” … * The Pillars: Penmaenmawr. *
Flight of the Seer VII…Flight of the Seer VII…
* Given our quiet revolution, it was heartening that so many of the Companions stayed on after the workshop to play out in the landscape. The feeling was that many
Flight of the Seer V…Flight of the Seer V…
* Any creative endeavour involves hazard. We are fortunate enough to work with an eclectic and talented bunch of souls which inevitably lessens that hazard. With our previous Workshop, Leaf
Flight of the Seer IV…Flight of the Seer IV…
* “No one else is doing this.” “So far as we are aware.” “And if they are doing it they are not doing it in quite the same way.” *
Flight of the Seer III…Flight of the Seer III…
* …Anyway, a quiet revolution has been under way over the last five years. We have been gradually expanding the boundaries of the temple ritual and nudging it outside and
Flight of the Seer…Flight of the Seer…
* It has become traditional before our April Workshop, in Derbyshire, to climb to the highest point in the area and to quietly contemplate the prospective unfolding of our combined
Weekend workshops – The Silent Eye 2017Weekend workshops – The Silent Eye 2017
The Silent Eye hosts a number of events each year, from our annual Weekend Workshop in Derbyshire to our informal Living Land and Walk and Talk gatherings. This year we
‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * Sunday saw the Company approaching our final Sacred Site… * * Re-discovering over breakfast that the burial mound of
‘The Druidic Lake’…‘The Druidic Lake’…
* One by one… * * We divested ourselves… * * Of our outgrown tendencies, which went into the lake. * * The lake which may or may not have
The Pebbled Shore…The Pebbled Shore…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * As our ‘briefing’ on Friday evening had elicited the information that several of our Companions were ardent pebble collectors… *
Golden Hours…Golden Hours…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * It is difficult to conceive, perhaps, the birth pangs of a Giant which stands for a land mass… *
Land of the Exiles 2014 – a vision of the hillside ritualLand of the Exiles 2014 – a vision of the hillside ritual
A fictionalised account of the hillside rite from the Land of the Exiles workshop 2014, extract taken from Doomsday: Dark Sage. The seeing stone is chill against my spine as
The Birthing – A vision of the birth of the SchoolThe Birthing – A vision of the birth of the School
A vision of the birth of the Silent Eye at its first Derbyshire workshop, The Song of the Troubadour. Account taken from The Initiate. …There was smoke again, and flames,
That which does not die…That which does not die…
The Soul Attains – Edward Burne-Jones Elaine He fences right well yon Knight of Arthur’s realm. Lancelot Yet he seems to my mind a little coy. Bedivere Perhaps size is
Leaf and Flame: The Foliate Man #5…Leaf and Flame: The Foliate Man #5…
‘…I would beget and would be begotten I would eat and would be eaten I would hear and would be heard I would be understood being all understanding. Dance ye
Going green…Going green…
Over the past few weeks strange articles have begun to appear around the house. Arcane artefacts that belong, if not to another time, then to another world… a place of