Circles Beyond Time – Dreaming Stones


“They say the stones sleep. That they are old and forgotten… voiceless.

Is it so, little sister? Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons.

They were old when they were brought here. Older than memory. Older than time.

Their song never sleeps… it is we who live too fast.”

I’d written that a long time ago after a trip to the stone circle at Barbrook, bringing the vision of a seer to the page. “Sleepers awake, tell us your dreams”…  Helen had written in that in her notebook a couple of days before visiting the place. And on the Friday morning, just after dawn when two of us had come to check the circle prior to the workshop, we had been shocked by the sense of ‘withdrawal’ at the stones… as if after too many centuries alone, they had finally sunk into sadness and allowed the moor to begin taking them back into the mists.


Three is a magical number…and three times three is thrice so. In the Silent Eye we work with a system based on a nine pointed symbol… but there is always the higher presence of the invisible One. As we approached the little circle we were only eight… but I felt that she who had once kept the circle would lend us her unseen presence. I say ‘she’ as, between the archaeology and geology of the area, plus what we and others have ‘picked up’, there seems to have been a strong feminine presence in the rites of land and sky.

It may be that it is time for the presence of the stones to fade, their meaning now lost, forgotten and often corrupted by those who seek to lay a new paradigm over an older vision and call it their own. But if that is the case, we may as well say the same of every church and chapel, every temple and grove, for all faith, religion and belief starts from a single point of illumination that is unique and personal before they  can  grow, evolve and spread.  It is this continuous evolution that brings the understanding that set one heart and mind aflame to life, allowing it to speak to the hearts and minds of many and to answer their need… and each will take that spark and make it their own.


For me, as for many others, any place that has been rendered sacred by the faith of those who once walked there is worth preserving… and not just as a museum-piece. While there are still those who sit amongst the stones and wonder, while offerings are left in respect for some unnamed spirit of place, while there is one person whose thoughts turn to a higher sphere with stone at their back and their mind reaching beyond the birth of the stars… the ancient places will be kept alive.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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17 Responses to Circles Beyond Time – Dreaming Stones

  1. Dalo 2013 says:

    I love the thought you share with this poem and post “Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons.” This is the feeling I have when I walk through a historical castle, road/area or field…what happened here so long ago? You capture this so well with your words.


  2. willowdot21 says:

    This so true of life today everyone wants to put their own spin on what is the elemental truth. They do not realise they cannot change what is. xx


  3. fransiweinstein says:

    Love this Sue. A metaphor for life — we don’t seem to be happy unless we can reinvent, make it ours. Sad that we can’t appreciate it as it is.


  4. Widdershins says:

    The world has become so polarised, black/white, ‘you’re either for me or agin’ me’, that the Places of Power are redirecting their energy to where only those who have the ‘eyes’, are able to see, can find it.
    It happened during the Burning Times. The Old Folk went underground, figuratively and literally, and only those who walked the world awake were able to find them.

    This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The Path of Spirit has become watered down, so commercialised, that it’s essence needs such protections, needs such teachers as yourself and those you work with, to nurture and nourish it.



    • Sue Vincent says:

      Commercialism and a lightweight attitude of ‘want it now’ have taken much that was once kept behind the veil and packaged it as instant spirituality. It doesn’t work that way and never can… though it may be that through such things some may find their way towards something that is real… if only in frustration. We all have to start somewhere and need all levels to impel that first step.

      The pendulum swings across the ages, and, at least here, we do seem to have more tolerance for those who take a ‘path less trodden’… though sadly I think that is because the belief in the unseen has faded and neither God not the gods are held to have any reality by many, even thogh lip-service is paid.

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