Daily Archives: May 7, 2017

The Feathered Seer – The observer

The Silent Eye

”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 sacred sites of the local landscape as inspiration and setting for the story of the Feathered Seer. Unlike the Circles Beyond Time workshop, we could not take our Companions out into the landscape for the rituals. Instead we chose to bring the landscape symbolically within the sacred space created and hallowed by the intent of the Companions. Even so, the village once more saw strangely garbed figures wandering its fields in the pre-dawn light.

It is a measure of the trust we have in each other that we can ask the company to rise before dawn, donning robes and cloaks, to walk though the village streets to the hillside, there to enact whatever ritual we have devised with which to…

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Squirrels and stones

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

With the car bursting at the seams, I completed the drive north for the workshop. Picking up Stuart on the outskirts of Sheffield, our first port of call would be cross-country to collect a crystal that would be a symbolic presence and reminder of a woman we had loved. She had always worked with crystals and they meant a great deal to her. It was, perhaps, not surprising that the stones were to play a significant part in the workshop.

The next day was given largely to the final packing and preparation for the weekend. There would be scant space for two in my little car by the time we had done…and we would be three after the workshop, as Nick was on his way north too. One of my sons, he said, should see what I was so passionate about ‘before I died’. On that vaguely disquieting note, I…

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The Feathered Seer – Part 1 (or “whatever happened to The River of the Sun?”)

Shamanic Paths

Sunlight on the River
(copyright 123rf.com)

…we may have to go back a little before we can begin. Say two years? All the way back to the River of the Sun in 2015, and the long-awaited “next post”, often promised but always failing to materialise. I suppose the key to its desire for immediate attention, under the (apparently) unrelated title of The Feathered Seer, might (just) be gleaned from events arising one Freaky Friday.

But of course, you don’t know how yet: there are pieces of that particular puzzle missing, and some of them won’t necessarily become apparent till The Feathered Seer – Part 3, at which point we might get round to the titular weekend. (I know! The suspense is killing me, too…)

The “River of the Sun” was to be our third Silent Eye (A Modern Mystery School) weekend in as…

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