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‘Claims to ancient reach’?…

Arbor Low and Stanton Moor Imbolc 001 (15)

Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within the circles of the Old Ones. They come when they will, flooding her consciousness with something that may be no more than imagination, no more than a waking dream… or perhaps they are shadows that are cast across the face of time…

The stone is warm beneath her back. Above her the clear blue of the sky is powdered with clouds, barely moving. It is sheltered here in the circle, the earthen banks of the henge protecting the centre from the ceaseless assault of the winds in this high place.

She closes her eyes and waits, feet towards the centre, hands crossed on her breast, relaxing each muscle, each limb in turn, breathing deeply of the clear air.

The shift comes. The world falls away. She can see her companion through closed eyes, across the circle, mirroring her. She does not need to look to feel his presence.

On the screen of inner sight a single glowing point of light that seems farther than the farthest star, yet closer than the sun. Between her and the light nothing but the streaks of passage… a stream of movement, as of a million suns caught racing comets in the blackness of space. A wormhole… dragons… serpents aflame with brilliance… a tunnel through which she is rushing faster than the light itself, falling inwards, forwards, upwards… she does not know.

Then a figure blocking the brightness… a dark silhouette against the torchlight and the tang of smoke. A hand extended, smiling eyes unseen but felt. She takes the hand, stiff after the long vigil in the chill of night, accepting assistance to regain her feet.

The grass is cold, frost biting her bare toes. Above, a million stars streak across the heavens. It is done. The old one smiles, raising his hand…

Continue reading at The Silent Eye

‘And how…’

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“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn , The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

‘The Nonce and Never-King’?…

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… Shall I tell you a very good ‘fix it’ I did with a young lady  at Buckingham Palace?

I was at a reception at Buckingham Palace, that’s the place where the Queen lives, and it’s not an easy gaffe to penetrate, that is, its not an easy place to get into, so, I was at this reception, and there was a very nice lady and gentleman said to me, “My daughter would be so pleased to know that we’ve met you,” and this that and the other…

I said, “Oh yes, where’s she?”

They said, “She’s in the back of the car.”

I said, “What, in the boot?”

They said, “No! We’ve sneaked her in the back of the car so she can say she’s been in the Palace Courtyard.”

“And you’ve got her stuck out there?” So I said, “leave it to me.”

And they went, “Nooooo…”

So, I went to see a minder, and said, “We’ve got this situation,” and “I’m bringing a friend in.”

So he said, “Listen, who’s going to object to you.”

So I said, “All right.”

Now, the Palace Staff are the most excellent people, right… and on the way out I explain very briefly… “Leave it to us!” 

So I went out into the car park which is a Courtyard inside the Palace and I shouted the young lady’s name… next minute she’s holding my arm… and next minute we’re marching up the steps right into the Palace… well, the staff had done it right… two footmen open the two great doors, and inside there are all the Majors and the Colonel’s and the household staff… it’s the most elegant situation, and tremendously rewarding, right… and when she sees this spectacle of the carpet, and the people standing there, and they all give a little graceful dip… she was now, hanging onto me like a lion, right… and we walked up the steps and into the room where the reception was, in a room called the Bow Room, and fantastic luck, Prince Philip, who is a marvelous geezer, happened to be just standing inside the door, ‘chatting’ with somebody, so I went, ‘Psst’, now there’s not a lot of people  go ‘Psst’ inside the Palace.  So, he’s on a butchers, right, sees me, and I do the nod, “brought the kiddo in…” 

So, he doesn’t know where this young lady has appeared from. She’s got a long coat on with bumpy jewels, but he has given her a beautiful smile, and she’s gone, “Ugh uggh” right…

And that was a ‘fix it’ that I really enjoyed, now I think she might remember it, even if the parents, and herself, are watching tonight, she might even remember it to this day, and I think, a lot longer

Jimmy Savile, Parkinson Show

‘…the thick of it’…

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“We know they’re lying, they know that we know they’re lying

and still they continue to lie.”

Alexander Solzhenitsyn.

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“If the ‘Peace-Process’ has been pursued with such obvious success

over the last twenty-years…

Why wouldn’t we be more than willing to comply with their ‘Health-Process’?”

Count Jack Black

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses were shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

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