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The Anunnaki… Stuart France

The Anunnaki… Cometh! Reblogged from Stuart France

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A Voice Called Can’t III… Stuart France

* … “The Matter of Britain!” “I know,” muses Wen, pensively, “People think it’s just Arthur and all that.” “But before Arthur was a king or a British War Hero, ‘he’ was a constellation.” “I know,” says Wen, again. “The … Continue reading

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Albion… Stuart France

* …And then we come across the church. Cue mass excitement as we take in all the Giants, which appear to sprout from every orifice… The body of the church you see is an education in itself. You probably already … Continue reading

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Of Truth and Legend… Stuart France

* ‘The Silver Well: Legend says that St Augustine once visited Dorset. While there he met some shepherds grazing their flocks and asked them whether they would prefer beer or water to drink. The temperate shepherds replied ‘water’ whereupon St. … Continue reading

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Others like us… Stuart France

* … ‘Remind me again, why we are going to Cadbury?’ Part of my reluctance for these, what might be called, impromptu assignations are the inevitable ruptures they make in the overall scheme of things. Once a pattern has started … Continue reading

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Bearding the lion…

“You busy?” I flick the phone onto speaker, my hands are otherwise occupied. “Just a bit.” “What’re you up to?” “Sticking pasta in a beard.” There is a long silence on the other end of the phone… “Could you repeat … Continue reading

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A Voice Called Can’t… Stuart France

* It had already been a long, sticky, drive… We had finished up our ‘rekkie’ just after One Bell when Wen finally pointed the aerodynamic nose of the Green Goddess towards Avebury… The heat in the day showed no signs … Continue reading

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WHAT’S UP DOC? Lines of communication IV…

* …’All colour had faded from the sky and although the big board by the gate creaked slightly in the night wind, there was no passer-by to read the sharp, hard letters that cut straight as black knives across its … Continue reading

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WHAT’S UP DOC? Lines of communication III…

* … Bugs… The small rabbit came closer to his companion, lolloping on long hind legs. “Let’s go a bit further, Hazel,’ he said. “You know, there’s something strange about the warren this evening, although I can’t tell exactly what … Continue reading

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Behind the Scenes…

It is an odd thing to put on a workshop where ritual and drama are mixed. Odd, but old… theatre has its roots in the sacred drama of ancient times. Even the rituals of the Church have a theatrical element, … Continue reading

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