Surrey 1 – The Jack Temple Circle

Surrey 1 – The Jack Temple Circle

In the first of six stories about a recent trip to autumnal Surrey I begin with a recounting of a visit to a modern stone circle. All of the ancient circles which may once have been raised in Surrey have been destroyed, but there are two modern circles which were of interest to me. The first one that struck me was one created by the master dowser and healer Jack Temple. I had come across Jack Temple when dowsing at a house for a client. The lady of the house had herself once done some dowsing for health purposes, and she had met and was tutored by Mr Temple. When I discovered that I was in the West Byfleet area for a few days I made the site of his finest creation the first stop on my tour. Irrespective of its modernity, I was curious to see whether there was any...

Return of the Spirit of Creation

Return of the Spirit of Creation

Any creative act can have its moments of high intensity, and then some lulls. When you have a creative project under way the lulls are like having a headache – you don’t really want them and you feel as though they are somewhat forced upon you. So it was that this month “real life events” began to get in the way of some writing that I am doing, just as the speed of the work had reached a manageable and satisfying pace. Some of the events were very mundane, but in a twist of The Wheel of Fortune the other event was something which would, once again, inspire me to pick up where I left off, and indeed to accelerate the work. I find myself in a London hotel room near to Euston Station. Hardly an inspiring location, except that I have a small...

Summary of the Year 2015 Part 2

Summary of the Year 2015 Part 2

In the second part of the summary of my work done in 2015 I will mention the quests that I undertook. Quests and Progress Here is a list of the quests that I undertook this year with a link to the posts that discuss them. Quite a diversity! And knocked into a chaotic spiral after Lammas, I feel. WINTER SOLSTICE to IMBOLC My new spirit guide will teach me the language of the winds, which can be learned through contemplation of the wind, or by listening to the rustle of trees. To align myself with The Great Bear – to follow Arthur – and to understand the qualities of NORTH. Great Bear quest Arrows point to Arthur Axis of Time IMBOLC to SPRING To understand the process of germination – To prepare the soil in my garden energetically for germination...

Samhain 2015 P1 – Bel and the Bee

Samhain 2015 P1 – Bel and the Bee

Samhain 2015 was spent at Belas Knap near to Winchcombe in Gloucestershire. The long barrow had been appearing all week beforehand in background pictures on my computer and I took this as a sign that it was the right place. This would be the second festival date without Kal, but this time I had a fellow traveler – and I will hopefully tell you more about that in the near future as it becomes a regular thing. In the morning I had been listening to the radio and the program had been talking about this time of year being a time to remember “saints known and unknown“. That might be something that I could bear in mind? The journey was misty almost all the way down to Gloucestershire. A cold dull day loomed, but then as we rose up towards the ridge...

Autumn Equinox 2015 P2 – Moving onwards and upwards

Autumn Equinox 2015 P2 – Moving onwards and upwards

In the second and final part of my Autumn Equinox outing I was still at Pistyll Rhaeadr. I had been told that I could do everything in one place. Now that I had learned The Song of the Waters at the base of the waterfall, it was time to move onwards and upwards. Taking into account what happened at Dinas Bran I climbed the steep slope very slowly. This was now a deliberate change of pace now that Kal has gone. Everything will be slower and more spanned out now. It’s about quality, not quantity now. One site is enough, done slowly and mindfully. At the top I went to stand on the edge. Kal was an Edge Wizard, and as I faced that inherent fear we have which prevents us from falling from great heights I felt the thrill of being alive. I wished he was here too....