Shall We Meet Under the Light of the Moon? ~ Jan Malique

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Image: © Jan Malique, 2020

This post started out in a totally different “body.” It had to be discarded. Why? The inner prompting, my Muse that is, decided otherwise. I’m in agreement with him. The White Hare makes an appearance, a messenger from Himself, Thoth (Djehuty). Funny how unaware one can be about such things, you know, when someone is trying to get your attention but you seem determined to ignore the signs. The Hare, as the goddess Wenet, was already installed in the ancient city of Khemenu before it became Thoth’s main cult centre in early dynastic times. Of course the Hare is significant in many cultures around the world, from ancient to modern times. Regular readers of the blog are well acquainted with this mysterious figure, so I shall not elaborate further. His Nibs, Anubis, had been absent for a while. I wondered whether it was due to me not paying respects appropriately. The “Old Country” (Egypt) and her gods were far away, or so I thought until Nebet Sekhmet emerged out of the shadows. That’s how things stand at this moment.

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Another World ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

It felt great to be back out in the world.

She couldn’t wait to head into the hills and revisit all her favourite spots – hill climbing was not something you could do while locked down in your house and sticking to the local area.

She felt a little rusty to start with, even though she’d been keeping a strict fitness regime up in her home, but once she’d clambered up a few slopes and traversed a few ridges and boulder fields she could feel her muscle memory kicking in and she start moving freely again.

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The Joyous Photograph ~ Steve Tanham

(Above: the first of four simple photographic techniques for making local walks very special…)
From a photographic perspective, we live in a wonderful age. Even the most humble of today’s mobile phones boasts a decent camera. Used within their limitations, we can achieve an amazing record of our days – even locally to our homes – with the use of a few simple techniques. My wife and I, plus our cat and dog, are lucky to live in the countryside, just south of Kendal, in Cumbria. Like everyone else we are ‘locked down’ except for buying food and exercising our Collie dog. The emergence of the spring has been a welcome respite, and has enabled a wider choice of photographic opportunities.

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Riddles of the Night: Connections

Continuing the story of a Silent Eye workshop in Derbyshire, in December 2017. Parts One , Two  and Three can be found by clicking the highlighted link.

We toured the church in Bakewell with our companions, stopping at each of the eight chosen points of interest that highlighted the story we were speculating upon. There is far more in that church than the details upon which we were focussing, but knowing that time was limited, we wanted to ensure we covered the unfolding tale. As it was, our timing was more perfect than we could have planned… a group of schoolchildren left as we entered the church, leaving the place empty apart from our party and the wardens, who locked the door behind us as we left.

There was time to look around though. We wanted to show our companions the fantastic misericords, with their carved beasts and dragons, as well as the Elizabethan and medieval tombs that now occupy the Newark. They also needed time to find the token that had been hidden within another octagram. It would give the party access to the next clue to get them to the first location of the following day. The first clue they had been given had the eternity symbol on the back, itself a beautiful piece of geometry, which, when turned from landscape to portrait, becomes the figure eight.

Before leaving, we stood together beneath the Crossing, where the dowsed anomalies come to a single point within an eight-pointed star, at the centre of an octagonal tower built to a geometrical design so perfect it can symbolise both harmony and eternity. The eight-pointed star has, in one form or another, a place in almost every religious and spiritual tradition throughout history. From the Sumerian Star of Ishtar, to the Islamic khatim-sulayman, the seal of the prophets, to the Hindu Star of Lakshmi. Pope Francis has chosen to place an eight-pointed star on his papal coat of arms to symbolise his personal devotion to the Virgin Mary and, by the time we had researched all this and more, it came as no surprise to realise that the croix pattée, one variant of which is the flared cross associated with the Templars, is also an eight-pointed star in disguise… and very similar to the design on the aumbry in Bakewell church…

We stood in quiet meditation for a moment, each of us dedicating our personal quest to that Light which shines upon all spiritual paths and charged the stones we had brought to continue the sowing of symbolic seeds of Light that we had begun at the Feathered Seer workshop in April.

Outside, the moon was almost at the full and shrouded in pale mists. The day was fading, but there was light enough to see the large, medieval carved head tucked away on one side of the porch and the far-too-tall stone coffin on the other that seems to have been built for a slender giant. The coffin is one of several propped up against the porch and the tallest of us can barely squeeze into the narrow width, yet the person for which it was designed must have stood head and shoulders taller than any of us.

The great west door is around a thousand years old. It would once have been the main entrance to the church and the octagonal baptismal font would have stood between the faithful and the altar as they came in to the worship. There has been a church here since Anglo-Saxon times at least, but Christianity would have been known here much earlier, and some of those who were with the Roman legions stationed here in the second century could have been Christians themselves.

High on a corner of the north wall is a curious carving… a chalice whose cup and base mirror each other. It is carved in high relief and we believe it may be a mason’s mark. The Chalice is also used as an important symbol in many spiritual traditions. In Christianity, it is the Grail and a symbol of the Virgin as the vessel. Both popular fiction and speculative research have made much of the potential connection between the Templars and the Grail symbolism, but it is also central to many other spiritual traditions and paths, including Masonry, which, like the Templars from whom many say Masonry is descended, traces its roots back to the Temple of Solomon and the Dome of the Rock.

So, we had the beginnings of a theory. Tenuous, perhaps, but with all the other research that has not been added to this account, perhaps not as thin as it may seem. What if, following the forcible disbanding of the Templars, some had escaped to Derbyshire? The Templars held lands in the area, but did not have a Preceptory closer than Yorkshire. They could have gone ‘underground’. What if they were the ‘wealthy landowners’ who had funded the tower, with the geometries of the Dome of the Rock, and the Newark where the Knights of the Shrine then met? What if the Masons had taken over where the Templars left off? What, if anything, did Foljambe have to do with it all? And was there any proof at all that either the Templars or the Masons had ever had a presence in the area?

Well, that last, at least, was easily and fortuitously answered. Researching Masonic symbols, I stumbled across an article by Amanda Norman and Mark Kneale who share an interest in photography and arcane symbolism. The article contained a picture of a gravestone in Bakewell churchyard and an exploration of the symbolism, which is indisputably Masonic. Amanda graciously gave permission to reproduce the photograph.

Interesting though the theory may be, does it really matter, you might ask. Well, it might. Not because of some Da Vinci-esque conspiracy theory, but because of our own relationship with the life of the land and the Underground Stream. What if, instead of asking ‘what if?’, we started to ask what were they doing and why..?

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Otherworldly #WritePhoto

First in this week…

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Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt

writephoto-logoWelcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

This week’s prompt ~ Otherworldly

For visually challenged writers, theimage shows an opening between boulders, through which a rocky plateau can be seen, half hidden by mist.

~*~

Do I dare?

Step to the other side

It beckons to me to try

The feelingis otherworldly

Somethingsupernatural and spiritual

It feels as if once there, I will shed

The worries of my world

The labors of this mundane life

Do I dare crossover to the other side?

It is a big step

~*~*

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Otherworldly #WritePhoto

First in this week…

Sadje/ Sadie's avatarKeep it alive

Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt

writephoto-logoWelcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

This week’s prompt ~ Otherworldly

For visually challenged writers, theimage shows an opening between boulders, through which a rocky plateau can be seen, half hidden by mist.

~*~

Do I dare?

Step to the other side

It beckons to me to try

The feelingis otherworldly

Somethingsupernatural and spiritual

It feels as if once there, I will shed

The worries of my world

The labors of this mundane life

Do I dare crossover to the other side?

It is a big step

~*~*

#Keepitalive

#WritePhoto

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Thursday photo prompt: Otherworldly #writephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which was published earlier today.

Throughout the week, I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and space allows, usually in the order in which they are submitted.

All posts will be featured in the weekly round-up on Thursday 23rd April, linking back to the original posts of contributors.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

Submit your link by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 22nd April.

Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here)  and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.

Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.

By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

Regular contributors are also welcome to come over as my guest and introduce themselves (click here for details).

Please note: As I do not share my political opinions on this blog, please do not use the challenge as a platform from which to share yours. Party political or racially offensive posts will not be reblogged.

This week’s prompt ~ Otherworldly

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an opening between boulders, through which a rocky plateau can be seen, half hidden by mist.

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Photo prompt round-up: Bells #writephoto

Beneath the beech trees

A magical wonderland

Delights the senses

Fragrance of heaven on earth

Spirits rising in the blue

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at Ashridge on May Day a few years ago, when I took my son to see the bluebells in flower in the wood. That was a truly magical May Day… but then, there are few things more magical than an English bluebell wood in spring… their beauty goes hand in hand with the perfume that fills the air.

Thank you to everyone who took part, visited or reblogged the posts or left comments for their authors.

A new prompt will be published later today. As always, I will reblog as many contributions as space and time allows as they come in… and all of them will be featured in the round-up next Thursday.

All the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!

Pingbacks do not always come through… if you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.

An invitation to writephoto writers…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto writers to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! Click here for details.

Come and join in!

Thank you to all Contributors!

Please click the links to read and comment on the author’s site.

Artie & Stu

Jen Goldie at Starlight and Moonbeams

Willow Willers at willowdot21

Honoré Dupuis at Of Glass and Paper

Kittysverses

Shilpa Nairy

The Indishe

Kerfe Roig at K- Lines that Aim to Be

Craig Towsley at A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row

Daisybala at freshdaisiesdotme

Michael at Morpeth Road

Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway

Balroop Singh at Emotional Shadows

Geoff Le Pard at TanGental

Anjali Sharma at Positive Side Of The Coin

Nascent Ederren at The Ederren

Na’ama Yehuda

Di at pensitivity101

Joe M at Does Writing Excuse Watching?

Cheryl at The Bag Lady

Kyt Wright

Christine Bialczak at Stine Writing

Trent P. McDonald at Trent’s World

Brian F. Kirkham at The Inkwell

Reena Saxena

Kim Blades

Jules at Jules Pens Some Gems

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Alethea Kehas at The Light Behind the Story

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Sadje at Keep it Alive

Anita from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Aseem Rastogi at Transition of Thoughts

Iain Kelly

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The small dog and the gardener…

The grass had grown, was far too long,
My mower wouldn’t cope.
What if I trimmed it down a bit?
That might work. I could hope.

I got the trimmer all set up,
The dog would not go in,
Just stood there with a lolling tongue
And all-too-knowing grin.

“As if,” she seemed to say to me,
“You’ll manage on your own.
You need to buy a herd of goats…
You seen how long it’s grown?”

She had a point, ‘cause what with work,
And frost and rain and dew,
I couldn’t cut it when I should
And it just grew and grew.

And I’d already cleaned the pond,
The car and washed the floor,
But that was someone else’s house…
So, home to tackle more.

I fired up and got to work,
The trimmer slicing grass,
There’s green stuff flying everywhere
With every sweep and pass.

I’ve got the knack, it’s working well
And looking neatly mown…
But after just a yard or two
My muscles start to groan.

The dog looks on, all smug now,
And she says, “I told you so.”
But now I’ve got a tonsured lawn…
The rest will have to go.

The trimmer is vibrating
And with every pass I make
My wrists are swelling nicely
And my back is one big ache.

I persevered and got it done
And stood back to admire.
I couldn’t lift a whisker now,
My hands are pretty dire.

By this time I can’t hold a cup,
I’m needing rehydrating,
And though I’ve switched the damned thing off
My bones are still vibrating.

The small dog saunters over,
Looks me right between the eyes,
“What do you think you’re playing at?”
It’s really no surprise…

“You’re getting old,” the small dog says,
“One day you’re going to heed me.”
She pee’d upon my lovely lawn.
“Now come on in and feed me.”

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Remnants ~ Craig Towsley #writephoto

The only thing wrong with the party was that he was there.

She stopped him somewhere between the pile of coats and the front door. Skin pale as moonlight, framed by raven feathers. She smelled of spring flowers, he thought.

“Are you having a nice time?” she asked.

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