The Feathered Seer – Planting seeds of Light

Our world faces a time of uncertainty. Fear, and a violence of word and body, are spreading like a canker across the face of nations. Adding our voice and the force of our will to the battles that rage and seethe does little but add to the confusion. Finding peace within ourselves as individuals and living with kindness and compassion seems the only way in which to answer the need of our human family.

We, who gathered in Derbyshire from places far apart, are too few to change the fate of nations, but we can and do change the world with every choice that we make. All growth starts from a single point, but we are not alone. There are many across the globe working in the both the outer and inner realms towards that peace and healing.

In an echo of an earlier ritual at one of the stone circles on the moors, we chose to work with gemstones this weekend. Through meditation and visualisation, we added our intent to the web of light that is being woven by many, all across the world, in a spirit of peace and healing. To symbolise our intent, we used tiny gemstones… natural crystals… as seeds. They, like each of us, are small and insignificant… all different, each unique. They hold no magical power to change the world save that with which our dedication imbues them.

Symbols are powerful things and may wordlessly touch something that goes beyond words. Focussing our intent upon these stones and ritually planting them at sacred sites around the world as an act of magical intent in which we ask you to join with us…

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Field of Sheaves VII… Stuart France

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…But anyway, back to the wood-stone.

The authorities are agreed on its antiquity.

It is either Bronze age or Iron age if that can be termed an agreement which in ‘sense-speak’ translates as very old or really old, and, either way, stones crafted in these ages are not supposed to do or be what this stone is and does which, strange to say, makes me think that it is really very old indeed…

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…‘FOUND IT!’

‘Where are you?’

‘Over here!’

‘Over where?’

‘Here…’

‘Oh, wow!’

‘Nowhere near where it’s supposed to be, of course… So how did you find it?’

‘I went back to the track, the proper track, found the portal trees, passed through them, and it’s more or less in a straight line but at a slight angle down from there…’

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Form #midnighthaiku

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The Landscape of the Feathered Seer

Derbyshire is rich in the traces of an ancient culture about which we know very little. At first glance, many of these sites may seem to lack the stature of the better-known circles, but there is an intimacy about the smaller, forgotten circles that is lost when they are encased in protective fences and visited by thousands.

Archaeology can only work with what has survived after thousands of years of disrepair, disrespect and superstition. The picture that remains to us is fragmentary, focusing on the physical remains of hearth, home and grave.

There is a power in these sites of forgotten mysteries. For some it is simply the power to incite curiosity, for many it is something that still calls to heart and mind, offering a tantalising glimpse of a time when mankind saw the world as a magical place and the earth beneath his feet as the body of a living being.

The truth is that we simply do not know, in any acceptably modern sense, for what purpose these monuments were created, although there are still as many as a thousand stone circles in Britain and at least as many theories. The only understanding we have of these enigmatic echoes of the past is through experience.

The story of the Feathered Seer came in fragments as we walked and worked with the land, whispered by a voice from the past. We do not know whence it came, nor how much truth it holds, nor if, indeed, it is the simply the attempt of imagination to shape a story to make sense of the questions that arose. That in itself would be a wonder, and an illustration of the power of the human ability to find a frame in which to place all that is a mystery, all that is known and understood, creating order from chaos. It may be that the circles and mounds of our ancestors are themselves the outward symbols of their attempts to frame their own understanding of the world in which they lived.

Whatever beliefs we may have in the purpose of the ancient and sacred sites, their profusion alone would suggest that they were once seen as part of a web of force which, acting together, harnessed or accessed a power deeper still. In this way, Bratha’s story and the sites themselves seem to echo the nature of the journey we share.

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Far-shore… Stuart France #writephoto

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The tide’s

a-comin’ in…

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Don’t get stuck

on the sand bank unless

you can swim…

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Metaphor #midnighthaiku

Thought and memory

Druids bird and druid’s bough

Mixing metaphors

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The Feathered Seer – Out of time

The village of Great Hucklow is named after an ancient burial mound and sits beneath an even older hillfort. It is a tiny place, with no more than a hundred inhabitants in a handful of houses. Once it was a more prosperous community and boasted a theatre. Now, I often wonder if the villagers wait for April to see what strange shenanigans we will get up to this time.

They have, it must be said, seen some strange things over the past few years as processions of robed figures have flitted through the dawn mists onto the hillside. There have been cloaked, medieval and Egyptian figures…notably the golden winged apparition binding Osiris that almost caused an early motorist to end up in the hedge. He can’t have been a local…they are used to us.

This year we might be a little less flamboyant…well, most of us anyway. But even so, folk are converging upon the village now from across the world and we are getting ready to begin. As far as preparation goes, we are out of time…and ‘out of time’ is where we will be sending the weekend.

Drawing upon the presence of some of the ancient sites in the area, we will step back, outside of time to a time of which little is known. There we will weave a story of life and death, love and loss…and the survival of an ancient wisdom that lives today in ach one of us through our physical ancestry and our spiritual lineage.

As the shadows draw in, we will journey back in time to a place of wisdom and tradition and witness its fall into silence, as it seeks to preserve its lore for future generations in stone and spirit.

We are also ‘out of time’ because we have chosen to step outside of it… away from our daily lives for a moment, to focus our awareness on something different. There will be old friends to greet and new ones to meet, stories and laughter to share…many hugs… and time to breathe a different air. And, if all goes well, there will be magic…

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