‘…All the henge stones…’
‘…were thought to be alive…’
‘…both individually and as the cells of a larger organism.’
– Michael Dames.
THE SILENT UNICORN
A joint magical workshop between
Lodge Unicorn na h’Alba and The Silent Eye.
Grantown-on Spey, Northern Cairngorms
14-16th June 2019
“When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain…?”
Weird Sisters, Macbeth
Well, hopefully we will meet in sunshine and with more than three of us ! Join us in the northern Cairngorms where, from mountain to coast, we will explore the magic of Macbeth Country in a triangle from Cawdor Castle to Findhorn Beach, down to Glenlivet. Through the Archetypes of Lord and Lady Macbeth, the Witches, King Duncan and a Unicorn! We will use the writings of The Scottish Play and other media to discover these characters within us…..
We shall travel and explore the land during the long June days and lingering twilight at Midnight to discover this land where Celts met Picts. Where heather-clad mountains tumble down…
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…A flutter of recognition flicked across his gaze.
“What is it?” Asked Wen, her icy tone slicing through the summer haze like a frosty stare.
“There’s an old lay, I can’t quite remember how it goes…”
“I don’t know, something about a green valley between two hills…”
“And a sentinel of stone which has to be appeased…”
“Before entry into the living rock is granted…”
“The last bit goes on about the embrace of a One-Eyed God, or something…”
“By Odin, I know that place!” shrieked Wen, leaping to her feet.
Moments later the Beast was again roaring along the lane.
Anyone would think she was glad to be back on the road…
I suppose ultimately ‘Odin’s Steed’ is the eight-spoked wheel of the year, which he rides like the wind and which could almost be yet another parallel with the ‘Christ-Spirit’ that blows where it listeth…
Repton and Breedon would be good at some point but I also have a yearning to spend some time in Bakewell this weekend and not just for the tarts…
There is a hill-fort to the left of the bend as you approach the bridge into the village and I would quite like to have a shufty at the crossroads, which may have once sported our Saxon Cross from the frontispiece of Aethling…
I know it now makes a lot of sense for the crosses to be in the churchyard, for all sorts of reasons, but can you imagine what it would be like coming across one in original situ…?
It is possible that the…
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It’s been a bit hectic round here this week, what with one thing and another, but I did manage to dig up our Saxon sisters… not literally, you understand… though I’m working on that….
I did find a superb church dedicated to one of them, though at Castor. No Pollux… Definitely one of ‘ours’… you should see the medieval wall paintings of St Catherine! Not to mention the green men and the carvings on the capitals… It is a bit off our patch for now, being Peterborough way… but I think there may end up being a visit at some point…
Speaking of wall paintings, I felt the need of a little peace after the busyness this week and called at ORC. Thought I could test the new camera while I was there. Battery died after just a few shots though. I was really surprised… you’d expect the…
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Still cross-eyed from the editing but Doomsday should be ready for off by August as we planned. I can’t believe how much stuff there is in there… or how much more we have already for Dark Sage! All sorts of stuff keeps cropping up, now. Did you know that Malham Cove, according to one legend, was made by one of Sleipnir’s hooves? There’s even a suggestion that Santa’s reindeer might have a basis in the eight legged horse of Odin.
Such a rich vein of mythology to look at… I feel as if my education has been sadly lacking, you know! Why do we not get taught this stuff in school? I remember you telling me that it was the search for the mythology of Albion that had carried you into the research that led to Crucible of the Sun.
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