Daily Archives: July 11, 2017

A Bibliomantic Tale IX…

The Silent Eye

*

*

Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite.

The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route to Llandudno.

There was no shortage of possible contenders although many of them involved steep climbs and the hot June weather was becoming a reckoning factor.

*

*

The sensible thing would have been to keep driving.

The flow of air at high speed was proving an effective enough coolant.

But legend reached us of a disturbed and reconstructed cairn not far from Betws-y-Coed.

*

Capel Garmon Burial-Chamber

*

No 8 (Light)

God is nearer to us than our own soul and God is the means whereby our Substance and our Sensuality are kept together so as never to be apart.’

– Julian of Norwich

*

*

No 9 (Dark)

‘I saw that God never began to love us… We…

View original post 129 more words

Savebury…

*

“So here’s to you, Mr Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you can know…”

“You have no idea just how many times I have heard that.”

“Sorry, still, at least we now have your attention.”

“And having got my attention?”

“Ah, you are everything we hoped you would be, but are you more?”

“There’s only one way to find out…”

“Rumour has it, that there are stones bigger than those now visible on the surface, still buried at Avebury.”

“Does it, indeed. Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do…”

*

*

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valley

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Tiny roads, miles from nowhere and barely wide enough for a car, wound between hills and hedgerows before finally opening out into the valley. And there, we became a traffic jam. The road was occupied by a horse that had evidently let itself out of its home and wandered down the lane to see the youngsters. Mare or stallion, it was impossible to tell from the last car, but the impression was that the king had come to see his subjects. When we arrived on the scene, all the foals were at the fence, nuzzling their visitor and prancing with excitement. It was, you could tell, a real ‘moment’ for them… and a lovely sight to see. It took me a while to even think of getting the camera as we watched and waited, not wishing to spook the horse.

“Before the gods that made the gods…” A few words…

View original post 351 more words