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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A Gift for the Seer

Shamanic Paths

“Inner Oracle”
Copyright: Carlos-Quevedo (on DeviantArt)

The Clan has gathered. The Seer has returned. Mother to many, yet mother to none. She appears tired. A lifetime of mundane query has taken a toll.

The Lights process, following a sacred path to the Seeing Stone.

The Guide stands, Portal Guardian, as the Seer prepares; awakening the stones, one by one; calling the Sentinels, and opening the Portals of Hope, Strength, and Truth.

The Ancestors gather.

The Guide collects each Light in turn, “Do you have a question, for the Seer?”

The question, heard only by the Guide, is carried, with the Light, into the Sanctuary. The Seer awaits.

The Temple falls away. Infinite circle of darkness. A star. The Seer awaits.

The Eye in the open Heart. Stone upon stone. The Seer awaits.

Sinking into the light. Ancestors whisper.

Gems of Truth cast into the void. Ancestors whisper.

The Seer gathers…

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Flight of the Seer VIII

The Silent Eye

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During our ‘Church Tapping’ days we acquired the rather dubious art of Bibliomancy, that is, taking it in turns to read at random from the pages of the bibles which, like as not, had been left open on the lectern of whichever church we happened to be tapping at the time.

It was, to say the least, uncanny how many times this particular ‘rite of divination’ threw up wholly appropriate, not to say eye opening revelations which later, invariably, we agreed we really needed to hear.

But I say dubious, because nowadays, the church authorities are none too keen on the ‘good book’ being used in this way?

Anyway, old habits die hard…

“…know ye not, that so many of us as were baptised into Jesus Christ were baptised into his death?

Therefore are we buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up…

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Flight of the Seer VII…

The Silent Eye

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Given our quiet revolution, it was heartening that so many of the Companions stayed on after the workshop to play out in the landscape.

The feeling was that many others would have too had not circumstances dictated otherwise.

For those who could not there is always one of the Living Land workshops which we offer at intervals throughout the course of the year.

So, seven of us set out for the Raven’s Nest. The very heartland of our ‘imaginary piece’ for the workshop.

One, we left as anchor in the dappled sunlight of the trees that skirt the edge of the High Moor.

The Spirit Stone saw to the rest… sending us off in all directions and then drawing us back, one by one, each in our own way…

As is meet.

It is still difficult to see anything other than what was first seen over nine years ago…

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Snow and serpent stones

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The temperature had dropped by lunchtime. The sun was playing hide and seek and the clouds, already ominous, were becoming heavier as we headed out towards the great stone circle of Arbor Low. The site had been the inspiration for the final ritual of the weekend and was supposed to be the last visit of our time with Alethea and Deb. It is a magical site by any standards and the serpent stones would whisper and weave their dreams.

The circle sits high on the hills. To access the stones you must park and walk, crossing through a working farmyard, through a gate and across the fields. There are no paths, just the invisible ‘lines of fire’ born of the passage of feet over thousands of years. And it is all uphill. There was no way we could get my son’s wheelchair to the site.

Not that we were about…

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The Feathered Seer – Part 3 (No. Really. The Feathered Seer!)

Shamanic Paths

Nine Ladies Stone Circle, Stanton Moor
Copyright: Graham Dunn

During the exploration session on Spirit Animals, presented during The Silent Eye (a modern mystery school) “Leaf and Flame: the Foliate Man” weekend in 2016, one of the companions enquired about “Shape-shifting”. Since this was outside the scope of the discussion, the concept was briefly addressed without going into any real detail. It was, therefore, with some surprise, that I found myself agreeing to present an exploration session on the topic during “The Feathered Seer” weekend in 2017.

As April approached, the usual buzz of anticipation built towards the day that the work-book was released, and roles revealed. Most surprised, therefore, when an email arrived indicating the “costume” arrangements for the weekend. Other than the, at this stage, mysterious “Weaver” and “Spinner”, only I would be required to be costumed: in the role of Shaman…

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Inside-Out… #writephoto

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“Well, he was here,” said Sputnik,” I saw him from outside, standing by the corner of the window.”

Maggot studied the door lock, the corridor and the stairs beyond, and then he walked slowly across the room and stood by the window-sill.

“You ever heard of spontaneous human combustion, Sputters?” he said quietly.

“You reckon that is what it was?” replied Sputnik, incredulously.

“Something similar,” shrugged Maggot.

“Wouldn’t  it leave some sort of trace?” asked Sputnik, tugging at his sticky-white shirt and tie.

“I expect so,” said Maggot trailing his forefinger idly through viscous liquid…

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