Interlude…

It was a few weeks ago now… Well, as we couldn’t set off for Scotland, thanks to ‘stuff’ showing up on the scans the day I was meant to leave for the north, Stuart came down here. Perhaps we could, at least, touch base with some of our favourite places. After being unable to enter our little rainbow chapel, thanks to the Covid restrictions, we probably ought to have checked whether Rollright would be accessible… but instead, off we went, determined to have at least one decent day of our holiday!

And, as always, Rollright opened its arms to us. It is one of the friendliest of stone circles. Possibly that may be just because it is so accessible and easily visited, although I think there is more to it than that. It is a place of welcome. It likes people… their presence and joy… Call that daft, if you like, but that is how it has always felt.

Ever since that visit at Solstice, long ago, when I had ‘seen’ the tides of energy at the site, I have always felt at home here. And it felt right to visit the King Stone, seeing him as a leaping Flame. Right to trace the fossilised shells and sea creatures in the stone, so far above the ocean and so far inland now, recognising the elemental magic in the choosing of such stones for a ritual space.

We walked around to the Whispering Knights, resting a while by their side, listening in the silence to the breath of their conversation, before leaving our own small seed by the stones, reaffirming once more their place in the Web of Light.

These stones are so familiar now that it barely seems right to write about them again. Rollright’s stones have been part of our story for a long, long time… and yet, each time we go back there, there is a sense of renewal.

From the Knights we would walk over to the circle, taking up a place at the centre. No grand gestures, no ostentation… just a simple and quiet communion with the heart of the land through the heart of the circle. For me, there is healing in that,

Through the Sighting Stone back to the Knights… the pathways here are joined in many ways. Time and space hold little meaning, except ‘here’ and ‘now’… even though from this point in time it was ‘there’ and ‘then’. I am not sure eternity minds how we perceive it. Perhaps it matters only that we do.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.

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