Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Rollrights and beyond

The creaking gate a portal to a Neolithic place shrouded in a weave of trees seclusion and such grace in essence where quiescence and a stillness and tranquillity opens minds to a gaping fold of meadows sweet and symphony   … Continue reading

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Rollrights

At the Rollrights Always listen to the coming of the dawn to the muses  heard at twilight far away towards the corn listen to the grove of trees that silently proclaim stand beside the glorious Elder of Long Compton fame … Continue reading

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The goddess Venus

Whilst excavating  in Gloucestershire What do you imagine that they found a statue of the goddess Venus made of pipe clay thick with mud It had  laid there centuries love and beauty sea and flood impeccable condition except it had … Continue reading

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Ritual Samhain

After a windy night of blackness the sun was high and took a role of percolating through the trees Giving us heightened soul Samhain Roll Rights  waiting Its neolithic way Lichens growing Moles too showing energy Today   the Druid order … Continue reading

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Samhain

Those resplendent stones  how they stand tall the antiquity of emotion It does just over rule the reason for our ritual the depiction of the scene The narrative, the sky above the grove of trees that lean inwards,  its been … Continue reading

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Alchemilla Vulgaris

A rather pretty low growing plant Whose name suggests  and does Bring magic  back into our lives With a promised buzz its gender it be feminine Venus its planet too Love and all its potions This little soul  rings true … Continue reading

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There is magic everywhere

Its October and Samhuin will soon see thinning paths to those who came Before  and left  to journey far the ritual fire  the coloured flame the old brick walls of varying hues accosted by the seeds of time greys and … Continue reading

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Apple

the magic of the  Autumn Fruit of  the gods some say pertaining to the underworld the silver bough, today feminine of gender planet Venus  she Bounded by fresh water and her deity Venus and Dionysus And Diana  perchance at Samhain … Continue reading

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Rubus 3

A Rose by any other name a trailing perennial, she grows well with abundance its how we all could be She was  given a truthers spell in her second year bears fruit with barbs that signify caution at her root … Continue reading

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Rubus 2

As a child I remember with mum and dad I liked going blackberrying under the sky its eminence reaches the hedgerows and climbs forms beautiful arches creating the rhymes The wildest of brambles Does its  own thing as wild as … Continue reading

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Rubus

she can never be humbled With her  thorns everywhere over tall fences with inches to spare hedgerows and secret paths gasping for air we are best rewarded by seeing her there Rubus Fruticosus far and away a more spellbinding wench … Continue reading

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Amanita

in the woods today I met her Amanita  she mysterious and colourful she really seemed gently   engaged in throwing shadows my way Muscaria she looked so deftly  frail In fact not how I thought she would  be   Not … Continue reading

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Rollrights ritual

Midway between the solstices and the equinox’s a cross quarter day important as we know Fairs, truces  and harvest days All about the culmination of the food we grow   yesterday at Rollrights the creaking gate  when pushed Exclaimed look … Continue reading

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Lughnasadh

Exciting times once again the First Harvest it is here its all about abundance And joy, no need for fear everything is ripening With all that sun and rain the season and the cycle Fruition YES again   the sun … Continue reading

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Lughnasdh

Lughnasdh or Lammas a time to celebrate its really the first harvest when the weather feels Just great hot and balmy Summer days Fruits ripe for the picking they provide those luscious flavours yes my friends hip hip hooray   … Continue reading

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Lughnasadh

A fine old Gaelic festival The Harvest Seasons here half way between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox its clear Lughnsadh, Samhain Imbolc, and  of  course Beltane the first Gaelic Festival Hear the Great God Lugh’s refrain gatherings and … Continue reading

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A Gothic Tale

Eel Marsh House imagine  it, unlived in On An island  once a day cut off by the tides the old house very very grey   only mythical beings and phantoms dare I say would even contemplate a stint by living … Continue reading

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Coyote

Do you think that  God Created a soul just to be trapped And take on the role Of trim for your neck Decoration thats all Canada goose they  should go to the wall Very deceitful Creepy  as hell trumped up … Continue reading

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Now you see it soon you won’t

We may as well just bomb the place strafe the neighbourhood a world heritage Neolithic monumental Could anyone be that stupid all those flint tools where lying below the surface And Grant Schapps doesnt care An unenviable  situation The Beaker … Continue reading

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Thoughtfuls

An alliance of the thoughtful of caring and sharing we have to be daring to take on those who want a new tunnel a dual carriageway nightmare our World Heritage site that stands good and true   put there with … Continue reading

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Sacrilege

A world heritage site in any light great stones ancestry Gazing off  of Salisbury  Plain a Neolithic plea   all around its footprint artifacts galore Stone Henge says it all to us Please come and explore my wondrously  honest  way … Continue reading

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The Hawthorn Sapling

The initiation was today one of the stalwarts came our way a sapling in a sparkling grove her working name  “Hawthorn” her stove is always full of scones and jam wild forested berries a lovely pan

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Summer Solstice at the Stone Henge

The longest day and the shortest night and though overcast and far from right weather wise the Cotswold souls met up again to relive their roles the talking stick had its special place to hear the news and share the … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice in the winking of an eye

The longest day and the shortest night Summer at last here Nature  is always good to us She Provides the crops most dear   the pandemic, a phenomena Some of the grey suits they contaminated the air waves in their … Continue reading

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Initiation

The Cotswold Initiation is veracity and more an honourable bevy of soulful friends with ritual at their core seeking words and wisdom and clarity and style an elegance and harmony with the sabbats all the while reflecting on the Natural … Continue reading

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Universities make me sick

John Hopkins University And so many more besides Are inappropriate and wilful Behind closed doors oft hides Disrespect and mismanagement Irreverence there too Paltriness and meanness Doing what they do Owls these wise wild nocturnal souls Captured and portrayed As … Continue reading

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Stone henge

A world heritage Neolithic site In the whole wide world the only one And its just down to some Minister That itself does stun The average soul I have to say What we do have here Has so much reverence … Continue reading

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Seen in the Chiltern Hills at Ringshall a tiny hamlet

A counter charm cometh One warm April day Where Beech and Oak stand guard And one’s personal rhythym May hover they say Seeking truth Between awareness and ignorance we Its the realms of consciousness That we suddenly see A spirit … Continue reading

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Road kill and Neolithic remains

Today I drove to Oxfordshire To the ancient ROLLRIGHT Stones It was dull when I left Hertfordshire But by lunch time many tones From the light intensely vivid And every kind of hue Depicted on the roadsides Produced a scintillating … Continue reading

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The Jinmenken

Twas an eerie darkness In old Japan Glazed eyes tired mind And I began To imagine things Magically they Looked back at us Like wearisome fae All Seemed surprised By us And one did say Leave us do We have … Continue reading

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