Monthly Archives: May 2017

Black…

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…As the lot had fallen to Black to go on the second watch, he set a flame to his brand and went off into the night upon Brown’s return, with Fin’s dog, Bran, padding softly behind him.

Black wandered on, going further and further from Tara.

Eventually he saw a bright light and moved towards it.

At the place where the light was shining he saw a large house.

He entered the house and inside saw a great company of strange looking men who were drinking out of a single chalice.

The chieftain of the house who was ensconced in a high chair proclaimed, “this is the Cup of Plenty taken from Fin Mac Coll many years ago, and as much as any man wishes to drink he always gets from it, and no matter the number of men, or what they wish for, they always drink their fill.”

Black sat himself down, near the door of the house, and when the cup was passed to him he took a quick slurp and then slipped away quietly, back into the night, before he was missed.

Taking the Cup of Plenty with him, Black made his way back to the Fountain of Tara, and when he reached it his brand was all but spent. His watch was at an end….

to be continued

North to south

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There was barely a pause for breath between the journey back from the north and a new journey south. Time seems to have run away this month, I find myself writing about events three weeks late and with so much more yet to tell! We were going south to spend the weekend with friends.We would stay with Alienora, catch up with Morganaand get to spend time with dear friends from the US. As all this was going to take place in Glastonbury, and at Beltane too, there was a lot to look forward to.

Even the drive south from here is exciting; we pass so many places that have played a part in our journey to today. The White Horse of Uffington, on the horizon, marks the entry to a magical landscape, where mysteries abound and unfold. The road takes you past hillforts and barrows…and onwards to Marlborough.

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Brown…

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… Brown went on through the night until he saw a fire in the distance.

He walked towards it and as he drew near he saw a large house, which he entered.

Inside the house a large crowd of ferocious looking men were fighting wildly.

Their chieftain, who had climbed into the crossbeams of the roof to escape the fight, called out from his vantage.

“You can stop your melee now, for I have a better gift than the one you lost this night.”

Straight away the scrimmage below ceased and the chief drew out a knife from his belt and held it up for all to see.

“This is the Knife of Division which was stolen from Fin Mac Coll many years ago. Cut a bone with this knife and you’ll draw the finest meat in all the world and as much of it as your heart could wish for.”

With that the chieftain passed down the knife and a small bone to the man nearest him who immediately cut the bone with the knife and drew a large chunk of succulent meat.

The knife and the bone were passed around from man to man in this wise until it reached Brown who was the last to take of it.

Brown cut a slice of meat from the bone like all the rest and then quietly slipped away into the night unseen.

He ran fast as he could back to Tara and just as he reached her fountain  the flame on his brand puttered and went out so bringing an end to his watch…

to be continued

From serpent to salamander

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From the serpent stones of Arbor Low, we headed to the village of Youlgreave in search of tea and salamanders. There is a pub that provides the former and a church that provides a superb glimpse into the history of the area. Youlgreave is an odd place… a village with a memory of grandeur. Once upon a time, judging by the scale of the church, the residential architecture and the faded names of businesses that linger above doorways, it must have been a bustling little town. Like many such places though, industry changed and moved on, taking its wealth with it and leaving the only ghosts of former glories behind.

Youlgreave church bears witness to past times, but not just to the lead mines that made the sleepy village once a centre of industry. It contains relics of a long history dating back to the time of the Domesday book…

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Brown, Black, Grey and Red…

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Fin Mac Coll was hunting with his Fenians south of Ballyshannon.

Three strange men approached the company.

“Let no one speak before they get to me,” said Fin.

The three interlopers said nothing until they stood before Fin.

“Our names are Brown, Black and Grey,” said they, “we have come to take service with you.”

Fin so liked the look of the three men that he brought them back to Tara with him and called them his ‘sons’.

As night approached he took them to one side.

“Every man who takes my service must watch the first night for me but since you have come together you must each watch a third of the night.”

Fin had a tree felled, its trunk fetched, three equal parts made of it, and one part given to each man.

“When you each begin your watch you must set a light to the brand,” said Fin, “and so long as the brand burns, so long is your watch.”

Brown drew first watch, set fire to his brand and went around the outskirts of Tara taking Fin’s dog Bran with him. …

to be continued

The Storyteller Returns

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The Storyteller and I parted ways some time ago; amicably it has to be said. Only a temporary situation you understand. We both relish our personal space and the time apart reinvigorates the spirit. We share the same corporeal form but encapsulate twin creative souls. Some writers adopt a pen name to create works in a different genre to their main output. It seems I’ve gained another Muse to perform that function. Her true name is yet to be revealed. This is deliberate, for a name is a thing of power and more so one’s true name. Only the Jackal God and the Storyteller are privy to such a secret. Her journey is my journey; we seek each other and meaning in the trials and tribulations of our chosen goal and path. We also seek them in the moments of stillness and joy. I invite her to partake of tea…

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Dereliction of Duty… #writephoto

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It was a day of surprises.

For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable.

Given the ‘most stable’s’ new propensity, somewhat less of a surprise but still, unthinkable, his previously stable walls also began to shake.

The third surprise came hot on the heels of the other two.

As the usually reliable roof-tiles cascaded around his head, he realised that a shock-wave could be seen with the naked eye.

It was the last thing he saw.

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Photo prompt round up – Inside-out #writephoto

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken inside Bolsover Castle, Derbyshire. There was a rainstorm when I was there, and while the gargoyles poured water away from the foundations of the castle, the old windows allowed the elements to creep  inside. It is an odd place of contrasts…ruins and decadence, paint and practicality, elegance and decay.

Between absence from the computer and illness, I have not shared as many posts as I would have liked this week. I have also noticed that pingbacks are not always getting through. If you have written a piece for this week’s challenge and it does not appear below, please leave a link in the comments and I will add it to the list.

As always there were some superb contributions this week and I would like to thank  everyone who took part. Please click on the links below to visit all the…

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Above and beyond…

The Silent Eye

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 Arthur. The themes and stories are no more than a vehicle through which we can explore facets of the human journey into awareness, just as the costumes and colour are no more than psychological window-dressing. By creating a visual illusion, we are fostering that ‘willing suspension of disbelief’ that allows a reader to invest themselves in a book, a film star immerse themselves in a role or our Companions to set aside their everyday self and explore deeper aspects of being.

Steve, Stuart and I go to some lengths with the costume in order to create that illusion. We would never expect the Companions to go to the expense of providing authentically detailed costumes. In fact, the requirement is simply…

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Flight of the Seer IX…

The Silent Eye

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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 Moor.

The seeing that day, be it courtesy of the seasonal sun light, or more esoteric manifestations, allowed us to work out one possible function of the Barbrook 1 stone circle.

And this ‘rudimentary ritual’ was replayed in original situ later that year for the group of Companions who attended our Living Land workshop, ‘Circles Beyond Time’, in September.

Naturally, it also formed the basis of R3 of The Feathered Seer and its working proved to be one of the most intense undertakings we have ever experienced.

What the ancients knew was that only the querent holds the answer to the question, but that the clues to those questions are everywhere played out in living experience.

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Exploring the Inner…

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