* Dance that yielded…
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Where be dragons?…Where be dragons?…
What links sacred sites, ancient and modern? Are the clues all around us? Do the keys to heaven lie hidden in the earth or are there keys to earth hidden
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,
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
The Feathered Seer – The bitter dropThe Feathered Seer – The bitter drop
‘If you have not lived through something it is not true’ Kabir The fourth ritual took us to a place of fear. Within the local landscape there is a high
The Feathered Seer – Divining meaningThe Feathered Seer – Divining meaning
‘In former times the soul was feathered all over’ Plato The third ritual of the workshop weekend was named Deadshaw Sick after the strip of land that divides the lands
The Feathered Seer – The observerThe Feathered Seer – The observer
”The spirit is so closely linked to the body as a thing that the body never ceases to be haunted.’ Georges Bataille We had chosen five of the ancient and
The Feathered Seer – FearThe Feathered Seer – Fear
‘All of you undisturbed cities, haven’t you ever longed for the Enemy?’ Rainer Maria Rilke “Burn and Grieve.” The title stared back at me from the screen. It seemed prophetic.
Flight of the Seer II…Flight of the Seer II…
* …With this year’s April Workshop, we returned to source. Five years ago, The Song of the Troubadour birthed our school and opened the gateway to three levels of Enneagram
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…
Of Ash and Seed – BeachedOf Ash and Seed – Beached
We stopped for lunch in a surfer’s cafe in Rhosneigr very close to the sea. Once refreshed we were to go down to the beach to choose a stone for
Of Ash and Seed – A room with a viewOf Ash and Seed – A room with a view
Holyhead Mountain rises beyond the cliffs of South Stack. At a mere 722 feet, it is only a small mountain, but then, Holy Island is a very small island of
Of Ash and Seed – Facing fearOf Ash and Seed – Facing fear
Jan arrived in time to share breakfast with the rest of us. She was joining the party for the day and was kitted out to cope with almost any weather.
Facing Oblivion, Scroll TwoFacing Oblivion, Scroll Two
Greetings, Amathus How my heart leapt when I read the scroll your brave courier risked his life to bring. My own life has moved far from those innocent days when
Going west -a final glimpseGoing west -a final glimpse
We were much later than planned leaving St Davids. All of us had a long way to go before we would be home as we had come together from the
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
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
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part threeFinding Gawain – Act Three, part three
Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three And then… And then, there is the sound of laughter rolling in from the hills…that host the hunt…that gives rise to the baying
Seed Thoughts…Seed Thoughts…
The Outer is reflected Emotion… The Inner is reflected Form… The Outer reflects the Inner and the Inner reflects the Outer… The Principles, work not for themselves but for others.
Circles beyond timeCircles beyond time
An ancient landscape, shrouded in mystery… strewn with stones and the last of the summer heather…scattered with sites of ancient sanctity. Stone circles… an enigmatic fortress rising from the bracken
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