* Pennant Valley * A slight change to the Sunday Morning plans means that there are two readings for one location this time. Escape * Pages Two-One-One and Two-One-Two No
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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. *
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
A Bibliomantic Tale II…A Bibliomantic Tale II…
* Llandudno Bay: the Great Orme. * Tee minus Two-Four hours and counting… No 3 ‘The greatest religious and moral truth to which man must grow is that we cannot
A Bibliomantic Tale…A Bibliomantic Tale…
** “Curses,” said Butch, tugging at his collar in the sticky heat. “Now, what?” sighed Serafina. “It’s another of those Silent Eye thing-a-me-jigs.” “A Walk and Talk Weekend?” “That’s the
Above and beyond…Above and beyond…
Over the past few years, the Silent Eye’s weekend workshops have covered many scenarios, from the gilded glories of ancient Egypt, to the medieval grandeur of the court of King
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
Flight of the Seer VIIIFlight of the Seer VIII
* During our ‘Church Tapping’ days we acquired the rather dubious art of Bibliomancy, that is, taking it in turns to read at random from the pages of the bibles
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 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
Journal of the far side: 7 – TjukurpaJournal of the far side: 7 – Tjukurpa
It is, in the end, all about creation time. The meaning of this is not obvious to the Western psyche steeped in its causal logic, locked into this-to-that and the
A new year begins…A new year begins…
Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore, May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul. As the wind loves to call things to dance, May your
Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…
As we hurried through the castle grounds in Beaumaris, a lone seagull was dancing. He seems to be marching on the spot, marking a rhythmic time with his feet. Worm-charming,
Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…
“We might have to go back to the hotel…” I didn’t look around as I was busy following the car in front and anyway, the snowy mountains of the mainland
Of Ash and Seed – Candy-floss dawnOf Ash and Seed – Candy-floss dawn
We woke to clear skies…and heavy frost. Our after-dinner walk the night before had seen us wandering the deep, unlit blackness of the shore, watching the colours of the
Of Ash and Seed- OfferingsOf Ash and Seed- Offerings
“The druids – that is what they call their magicians – hold nothing more sacred than the mistletoe and a tree on which it is growing, provided it is a
Of Ash and Seed – Spotlight on the pastOf Ash and Seed – Spotlight on the past
We walked the short distance from the car park by the beach to what appeared to be a beautifully preserved mound, right above the sea. Appearances can be deceptive though…