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…and Red-Fox.

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…In another part of the meadow Red-Fox was hunting mice for breakfast. He saw one and jumped on him with with all four feet but the little fellow got away.

In his disappointment Red-Fox heard a distant call, “Bring a knife!”

He started in the direction of the call and as it got louder he continued.

By and by he came across the body of Buffalo lying on the ground with Field-Mouse still standing atop it.

“If you dress this Buffalo for me I shall give you some of the meat,” said Field-Mouse.

“Very well,” said Red-Fox, and he dressed the Buffalo while Field-Mouse sat on a mound nearby looking on and giving orders.

“You must cut the meat into small pieces.”

When Red-Fox had finished his work Field-Mouse paid him with a small piece of liver. He swallowed it quickly and smacked his lips, “May I have another piece?” he asked.

“Why, I gave you the largest piece,” said Field-Mouse, “How greedy you are. You may have some of the blood clots.”

So poor Red-Fox took the blood clots and licked the grass. He really was very hungry, “I have six little ones to feed at home, may I take some more meat?”

“You can take the four feet of Buffalo,” said Field-Mouse, “that ought to be enough for your little ones.”

“And what of my wife,” said Red-Fox.

“Why, she can have the head,” said Field-Mouse.

Thereupon Red-Fox jumped on Field-Mouse who just had time to let out a faint squeak before he disappeared.

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…Buffalo…

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…Buffalo trampled the grass and tore up the earth with his front hoofs but when he looked for Field-Mouse he was nowhere to be found.

‘That’s put an end to him,’ thought Buffalo.

Just then he felt a scratching in his right ear, so he shook his head as hard as he could and twitched his ears to and fro.

But the scratching in his ear became a gnawing which went deeper and deeper until he was mad with pain.

Buffalo pawed with his hoofs and tore up the sod with his horns. Bellowing, loudly, he ran as fast as he could in circles but at last he stopped and stood still, trembling.

Out from his ear jumped Field-Mouse and said, “Will you now admit that I am master?”

“Never!” bellowed Buffalo and again charged at Field-Mouse in an attempt to trample him under-hoof.

But the little fellow again disappeared and moments later Buffalo felt a scratching in his left ear. Once again he was driven mad with pain and he ran about the meadow in a frenzy, sometimes leaping high in the air. At last he fell to the ground and lay stock still.

Field-Mouse crept out of his ear and stood proudly on his dead body.

“Hi-Ho,” he said I have killed the greatest of beasts, “this will prove to all my master-ship.”

Field-Mouse began to call lout loudly for a knife to dress his game…

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Into the Hill…

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…And the Wood-Stone started to glow,

White it was…

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And I felt an impetus to take flight,

but only as far as the end of the passage…

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Which is just as well, otherwise, I would have missed the golden glow now emanating from the chamber…

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And all the ‘statuary firing up blue’,

as whatever it was lighting the chamber,

slowly made its way along the passage…

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Passed through me…

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Or around me…

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And then out…

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A short time later, still in the chamber, we found ourselves asking the question to which that had been the answer.

And if you are curious to know, how golden was the chamber?

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It was Liquid-Sun.

 

Inner Sanctum…

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Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber.

The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both now holding the light.

The light that some say would not have been original to the monument.

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From behind, the standing stone still looks like wood…

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…Dark Wood.

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Still a little perplexed by the experience the previous day at the ‘Chant-Eater’ we ran through the nine-fold chant and this time got some good effects.

The middle three seemed to resonate most favourably which, being the heart triad, would make a lot of sense here.

After which we re-made our dedication…

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Our timing was beginning to appear propitious…

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But then we noticed that the ground was turning red…

The Hill in a Dark Grove, reprieve…

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We had known for some time, courtesy of Rupert Soskin, that the resident stone of the inner chamber at Bryn Celli Ddu is part of a petrified tree trunk.

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And once we had our eye in it became apparent that other ‘chunks’ of petrified wood had been used in the construction of this chambered tomb.

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At least two, and almost certainly more, of the ‘entrance’ or indeed ‘exit’ stones and the lintel of the passage itself readily conformed to the strange specification.

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This was very exciting, for while we may have been able to extrapolate a workable symbolism behind the use of such material for the stone of the inner chamber, this symbolism was, perhaps, not so readily applicable to the surrounds of the passage-way…

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And was also, possibly, an indication of a more utilitarian function for these stones.

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The mind… began… to boggle.

Free Passage?…

 

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‘It’s easy,’ she had said, ‘you believe the other-world to be greater than this one…’

‘Do I?’

‘You believe those that have passed can still see you…’

‘That’s true.’

‘…but you can’t see them?’

‘Not ordinarily, no.’

‘So there you go.’

Inescapable logic.

‘Yet, you believe life to be greater than death?’

‘I knew there would be a catch, one would certainly hope so.’

‘So what’s your problem? Get up, and walk forth… into life.’

Easy to say, much harder to do, but the corridor did look different…

The stone was gold-suffused-light.

Out of the old world into the blue…

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