An end to darkness

A must read from Running Elk…

Shamanic Paths

20160701_210126I should have known really… the folklore, like a haddock to the face once you spot it, TELLS you!! But I wasn’t listening, and had to go the long way around… like 10 years searching up hill and down bleedin’ dale. And all along, the folklore whispered “You’re an idiot. We kept it locked, safely hidden away, in the old tales… stop walking, start listening…”

“Here the Saint stopped the advance of the plague.”

Oh. That’s nice. Christianised. Simple. Pictish. Incised cross.

Not much to look at. Could trip over it and not notice… (don’t even ask how many times THAT happened with the old hitching post…)

Niggle…

HERE. The Saint stopped the advance of the plague.

The Saint stopped the coming of the Black Death.

The Saint turned back death.

Death… a veil of darkness?

Darkness was turned back!

HERE!

And thanks to the power of GoogleEarth… so it…

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Full Circle: Spiral dance

More from our Penrith weekend

The Silent Eye

We squelched through the mud at the gateway to the field, following the fence down to a tiny stone circle that is unknown to most casual visitors. Just a third of a mile from its big sister, the tiny cairn circle of Little Meg is one of the least known circles in the area and yet it is, with Long Meg and nearby Glassonby, one of only three in the area that has ancient carvings on its stones.

Technically, Little Meg is not a stone circle. When it was first discovered by antiquarians, it was buried within a mound of earth, making it the internal structure of a burial mound and the excavations revealed bones, charcoal and an urn, buried in a cist at the centre. The stones may, perhaps, have originally been a circle that was covered over, but the preservation of the symbols on one of the stones…

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Ars Geometrica: ABC’s…

From Stuart

Stuart France

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‘…The secret of the magic of life consists in using action in order to attain non-action…’
– The Book of Heavenly Consciousness

For the next few hours we were as if transported.
We went nowhere, bodily, yet the vistas contained in that little book.
And yet it was little more and in some respects much less even than a book.
The twenty or so pages held within its gold plated covers were unnumbered and loose leafed and were exquisitely hand drawn, written and coloured on the finest parchment.
There was no way of telling the order in which they were supposed to be read.
Our studies helped with some of it if only to render us a foot-hold.
We recognised a number of the lists and had previously come across broadly similar ideas.
For example it had recently been posited in one of our meetings that some of the…

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