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Seeing the Unseen…

 

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“There is a distinction between images seen in the ‘memory of nature’,

and the vision of actual beings now existent in the inner world.

Just as one may close one’s eyes and see a vivid picture memory

in the mind’s eye, or, one may look and see actual images with the physical eyes.

When seeing these inner beings the physical eyes may be open or shut

but if open these beings are not seen with the physical eyes.

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It is comparatively easy to see while at ancient monuments

because such places are naturally charged with psychical forces

and were for that reason made use of long ago and deemed sacred.

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The inner beings fall into two classes; those which shine,

and those which are opalescent and appear lit from within.

It is very difficult to intelligbly describe either class of being.

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The first time I saw the shining beings I was lying on a hillside.

I was listening to the music of the air and to what seemed to be the sound of bells

and was trying to understand the aerial clashing in which each gust of wind seemed to

break upon another with an ever changing, silvery sound.

Then the space before me grew luminous

and I saw one beautiful shining being after another.

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The first opalescent being I saw, there was initially just a dazzle of light,

and then I realised that this light came from the heart

of a tall figure seemingly made of air.

Throughout the transparent body ran a radiant, electrical fire

of which the heart seemed central.

Around the head and through the waving luminous hair

which was blown about the body like living strands of gold,

there appeared flaming wings like auras.

Light seemed to stream outwards from all directions

and the effect of this vision left an extraordinary lightness, and ecstatic joy, of being.”

– A Seer Speaks

 

 

 

 

The Initiate…

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I dream of light-flowers erupting from hilltops and wake up feeling refreshed and looking forward to our planned trip to the Uffington hill carving and Wayland’s Smithy despite the gloomy weather.

I cannot really blame Wen for this one because it was my idea but even that was strange… its passage from idea to manifestation took place like the growth of some improbable multi- faceted Chrysanthemum…

First there was Lee telling me about his trip to the famous long barrow and me waiting and waiting and expecting at any time some inkling as to the naming of the place.

I had previously disclosed to him the Raven-Stone hidden at Hordron‘s… and had felt sure that he would be on the lookout for something similar but if he had been then he obviously did not find it.

Then again Lee did not really appreciate the ramifications of the Raven-Stone.

Who would?

I am not sure I do, completely.

It is difficult to grasp that the way the ancients saw the same things we see was so radically different… I had been slightly envious of Lee getting to Wayland’s before me but that envy was assuaged somewhat by his apparent lack of discernment and the small… still… voice… telling me that it was not yet time and that the timing of these things was almost as important if not more important than any kind of discernment.

And then the Wayland’s image kept turning up when it did not really fit… I had been experimenting with images and quotations and linking them through meditation.

It appeared that while words appeal primarily to the intellect, images are intrinsically more emotionally charged but repeated use of the two in conjunction can afford an approach to the fusion of these two normally separate centres.

The images were predominantly culled from works of art with the exception of the Wayland image which was simply a photograph… of place!

It was incongruous but insistent…

‘…What do you really want from the use of this image?’

‘I want people to visit the site as a prelude

to embarking upon their new spiritual journey.’

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Glimpses Beyond…

The Silent Eye

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‘A wonder of a land,

the land of which I speak.

We behold but are not often beheld.’

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Perfected art can accentuate things,

and make them more attractive to the eye and mind,

but it cannot enhance the innate spirituality which men of all ages have held.

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There seems never to have been a time

when tribe, race or nation did not hold

some sort of belief in an unseen world

inhabited by unseen beings.

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Everything which can be said to exist is natural,

yet the Holy-Man who experiences the spiritual condition of ecstasy

cannot adequately explain it to the man who has not known it.

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If the Ancients possessed an arcane language

to encompass such psychical experiences,

it still remains a secret.

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But the natural aspects of the countryside impress Man

and awaken in him the Subliminal Self

which in turn inculcates an…

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Morrow…

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…Well, if they did,

they also intended us to work for it.

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Part of our problem proved to be scale.

What we call a lay-by is large and well marked.

What they call a lay-by is more of a ‘passing-point’…

And on a fast road, is easy to miss,

or pass-by, which we did,

at least three times whilst actively looking for it.

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Another part of the problem

is sign-posts disguised as fences.

Cunning that.

Anyone would think that they do not really want visitors to find

Boscawen-Un…

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But as we were about to discover,

some experiences are well worth working for.

 

 

A visit to spiral castle…

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Although we didn’t know it at the time,

Ballowal Barrow is a ‘Faery-Fort’.

It is situated close to a now disused tin-mine

and miners, during the late nineteenth century,

upon finishing their night shift, are said to have seen

lights burning over the barrow and faeries dancing there.

It would explain the sense of caution with which we approached the site.

Getting on the wrong side of the Faery-Folk is never advisable.

And it did feel like we were being watched, observed, or monitored, by something.

Still, as our intentions at these places are generally honourable we managed

to escape with our wits, more or less, intact.

Though, curiously, for the evening was still young, our sojourn there signalled the

end of adventures for that day.

Perhaps, they had some thing in store for us on the morrow…

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