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Hackpen Hill…

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Even our ‘elusive barrow’ was bigger than we expected.

We couldn’t help being reminded of the Fairy Mine.

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And we would have got a lot closer still

but for the seven-foot-tall stinging nettles.

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“We were pressed for time the last time we visited Hackpen Hill.”

“Ilkley wasn’t it by way of Marlborough to pick up the staves?”

“Staffs not staves.”

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“That’s the ‘fella’.”

“The fellow with half a face?”

“Sounds like the title of something.”

“It doubtless is.”

“Or should be.”

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“Strange, how patterns in the landscape,

figures of speech,

modes of mind,

attract some people…”

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“Yet not others.”

 

 

‘Aye’ of the day’s eye…

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Approaching Avebury in this way we got to side-step the crowds.

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Most of whom had been unceremoniously penned into the Red Lion.

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But it is not about meticulous planning.

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It is about listening.

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And following ‘directives’…

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A Day’s walk?…

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…”The why, is always the same.”

“In order to connect, or to make whole?”

“And in order to then participate in that wholeness.”

“Which is connection.”

“They call Glastonbury England’s ‘holiest erthe’.”

“Perhaps that is why?”

“Today, we look up to the night sky, and wonder, and dream of perfection.”

“Or, at least, some of us do.”

“Perhaps, there was a time when, at certain junctures in the sacred year, to participate in that perfection was just a days walk away?”

The Well below the Valley…

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“Cadbury Castle is on the ‘line’ anyway.”

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“Which is possibly why we felt drawn here in the first place.”

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“Oh, and Burrowbridge Mump.”

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“Which just leaves Glastonbury Tor  which, on a clear day,  is visible from Cadbury Castle…”

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“And which, given that time is now pressing, means we can go straight to Avebury.”

“Isn’t time always pressing?”

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“If there’s half a chance of getting to Avebury…”

 

 

Adoration of the One?…

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“It is a curious attribute of the Chain of Being, that it allowed every class to excel, ‘after its own heart’.”

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“Stones may be considered ‘lowly’ but they ‘trump’ the class above them, plants, in both strength and durability.”

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“Plants, in their turn, though regarded as without ‘sense’, excel all other classes in their ability to harness and store, for nourishment, the energy of the sun.

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“The ‘brute beasts’ possess greater physical strength than man and a ‘purer desire of the heart’, and man himself, being imperfect in the realms of knowledge, excels even the angels in his aptitude for learning.”

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Only the angels, by virtue of their own special gift, the faculty of devotion, can never claim to go beyond the ‘class of being’ that stands above them.

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Something fishy in Glastonbury…

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‘It doesn’t feel like we’re in England. It feels like we’re in France or something.’

No idea why France in particular except, perhaps, that my memories of that country shimmer with light and heat, and the sun was beating down that day.

Such days, in an English summer, are still rare and may be that, to my mind, made the place suitably ‘other’?

How habitual it is to rationalise.

Almost second nature, as if one nature were not more than enough!

We were in Glastonbury for a symposium, a weekend of alternative lectures and radical thinking…

We ‘knew nothing’ of the vesica then even though we had read Michell’s ‘…View…’ some years before.

‘It’s like any book. Some things stick. Some things don’t.’

We knew, though, that we would be returning to Glastonbury and there was no rationalising that away.

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‘In the landscape round Glastonbury Abbey can be found a clear exposition of the former practice of sacred geometry…

A circle with radius one furlong passes through the Old Market Cross, the Abbey fish pond and the town’s Catholic church and defines with its circumference the outer limits of St John’s church and the old Abbey house.

Another similar circle centred on the Catholic church encloses the church of St Benedict and also passes through the Market Cross and the fish pond.

The two parish churches, 1000 feet apart, are now placed symmetrically within the two circles. The centre of the vesica thus formed by these two circles falls on the Abbey Almonry, the centre of charity, and one of its sides can be seen to mark the building line of houses in Magdalene Street.

Thus, the town of Glastonbury lies below the interlinked circles of a vesica piscis, the basic figure of sacred geometry.’

John Michell – The View over Atlantis

 

Only to build with…

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“It doesn’t work quite so well with stone.”

“So it woud seem, but it might have once

before we became so ‘stone-blind’.”

“I can think of a lot of things to call our culture

but ‘stone-blind’ would not necessarily be top of the list.

We still use stone you know.”

“I know, but we only use it to build with.”

 

 

An Aye for an Eye?…

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“Sure, ’tis a terrible thing to choose one or t’other.”

The Aurally Man

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Alchemy as process has a number of stages.

And nobody seems able to agree on how many!

This might not though be a disagreement of number but of measure.

An hour possesses sixty minutes and three-thousand-six-hundred seconds, after all.

If we make our focus three, we get…

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A point worth considering: all the triangles are of equal size.

Individually this seems obvious but, perhaps, not quite so, relatively.

A shortcoming alluded to in the phrase, ‘vagaries of the human eye’.

Which is another point worth considering.

The human eye follows lines like a moth to flame.

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