Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

Puzzle Hill and the Black Anaconda

I have not been out recently. Circumstances. Laziness. Work. Combinations of all three. This has led me to run out of posts for the first time in a long time. Trawling back through some of the drafts which I haven’t worked on yet I found one about a visualization which occurred during a session of Shamanic Lands this year. I will describe the vision, and then I’m open to interpretations as to what it could portend. I can remember whose session it was that triggered this vision – it was Sandra Corcoran talking about meeting the dream animals. I remember the imagery because it seemed very relevant at the time. We were asked to go into the Underworld, where we would meet an archetypal animal spirit guide. Well, it doesn’t take me long these...

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

The scene is this: Beltane. Dartmoor. Dense mist. Two figures are seen stumbling about through moss-dressed old trees, and clambering up hills, heading towards an unseen destination. The impartial observer would wonder why they were bothering, as they don’t seem to be walking a dog. But the impartial observer wouldn’t realise that the two figures had no choice – it was destined, and their bodies were merely aligning them with the inevitable conjunction of time and space. M and I felt like we were the only people on the moor. It was mid-morning and since leaving Down Tor we had not seen a soul.  It was entirely possible we were the last people left alive after an apocalypse, or we had accidentally stepped into a separate reality where the ghostly...

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Dawn broke on Burrator Reservoir. Very few people noticed this fact, for three reasons: it’s a ridiculous hour of the day to be awake; there were only a handful of visitors to the area; there was such a dense mist that you couldn’t see the reservoir unless you were actually in it. No-one was in it. A number of wild ponies prepared to play hide and seek with each other. The air warmed to a jot above freezing, and the day relaxed a bit now that the cadavers of the victims of the Beltane Death Cult had no doubt been discovered and recovered. We had done the hard work the day before, by driving for a number of hours (incalculable due to boredom) and now we were in the vicinity of two interesting stone circles that I am going to use the adjective...

Spring 2015-P1 – Journey into the Centre of the Turf

Spring 2015-P1 – Journey into the Centre of the Turf

Spring began properly for us with a long drive across country to the barren eastern parts of these islands. We had been this direction before, and this area really makes you work for your visit! I had chosen to go East as this direction is associated with Spring, and it was a direction in which I could find an old turf maze. Given my recent tarot draw, I knew that labyrinthine paths could be the order of the day, and so it was. Wing Turf Maze The day began early. We had long miles to cover. As I drove down the motorway I was gladdened by the sight of the dawning sun. Such a good omen for our outing – clear skies and sunshine. On arrival at the small village of Wing the day was shaping up nicely. Kal had a portent of what was to come soon and half-jokingly...