Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Sun in Cancer solstice sunrise rollrights stones

witnessing the phenomena of the sunrise from the Kings Stone, monolith  of old in that field a vantage point was chosen the sky about a miracle to behold   since the 14th century believers have  played out rituals at sabatts … Continue reading

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To Rebecca

a dizzy day of celebration The Watchers kindred space Rollrights were resplendent its such a peaceful place to be welcomed by the members and you Dear lady I really felt the fusion and the  joyfulness on  high   fulfillment  it … Continue reading

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Hawthorn Hart

Hawthorn Hart a group of souls all on a journey discovering roles a connectedness a strong rapport interests in magick and lots lots more   comparability for all things bright and beautiful including light the fae collaterality an affiliation of whats … Continue reading

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Neolithic burial site

Elmet & Agbrig hill fort long barrow Huddersfield.   I view with consternation the want to place a cafe on and around a Neolithic burial site away from sacredness and true respect the  inconsiderate would spoil outstanding beauty just because … Continue reading

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New Grange

a massive feat of workmanship farmers and Astronomers used their mighty muscles to carve out an astonishing tomb 5200 years ago 270 foot diameter a structure so much older than the great Egyptian pyramids 43 feet high it is a … Continue reading

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Stone henge

Stonehenge it sits there on Salisbury plain thousands of souls Feel  its ancient refrain the sarsons the blue stones it stands there in vain twenty two quid for admission to be close to the history close to it all thats … Continue reading

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More of stonehenge and our grief

leave well alone let the henge stay where it stood it looks good let the cows come to bay at the moon and the  stars a neolithic response leaving terrible scars and relics ensconced   In an eternal life high … Continue reading

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Stone Henge and Grant Schapps

Honour the builders their muscle and blood they dragged and they bagged up great stones and each flood of  power driven sentiment spirit of old was cast out and created just one of the fold a man Neolithic a spirited … Continue reading

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Stonehenge

There they are Sarsons and Blue from the Neolithic people who dragged their wealth onto the green with muscle     never by machine spuriousness and fraility And ofcourse the mendacity an ediface and affirmation a place of druidic  creation … Continue reading

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stonehenge and its needs

a road to extend pollution or an epitaph to an age A monumental decision that  leaves some in a rage of torment and confusion that  a Minister today would risk  the ire of the ancients In an arrogant display   … Continue reading

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The long March

A motley crew unpredictable too a hot  potch smorgasbord walking mosaics inconsistent for me a big reward   An affinity of pageant assimilated, they the fabled fey took us away and left us overawed.   Stilts and drums And the … Continue reading

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Bardic affairs at Glastonbury

the Town Cryer in green a setting the scene the Mayor he was  there as we see the rain it was falling warm Summer rain Beltane assuredly the birth of procedings streams of Bardic prose Tradition responsive and true dramatic … Continue reading

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Beltane and Glastonbury

Amassing at the Market Cross in the summer rain Pok the Bard who labours hard With his  beautiful refrain of all the glorious couplets bringing magic to the fore such lavish prodigality from Pok the Troubador expressed with intuition deep … Continue reading

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Moles and their roles

What do the moles think confronted by Druids clad in fancy robes in a circle prepared working the sabatts preparing each ritual opening quarters activity shared   ladies in finery some on their motor bikes bottles of mead and bread … Continue reading

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Mullein and the sable haired goddess

A lady fair with sable hair she swears by the Mullein the most woolly of the plants a naturopath  skills a maiden of chance   those woolly  leaves maybe Adams Flannel perhaps beggars blanket A healing channel   verbascum thapsus … Continue reading

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Going home

Avebury the neolithis henge in Wiltshire wild we had spent a day there despite it being mild on and off it had  rained hard and with Puddles everwhere we both felt tired and miserable and very aware of the journey … Continue reading

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“On a bicycle made for two”

Bellis  Perennis  who is she? she sounds like a   good sport Petite, she’s petite with a sound reputation she mixes with Hawthorn and Marigold Flowers they seem so benevolent great dispositions responsive and caring their   height simply towers … Continue reading

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Bay also called Grecian Laurell

Apollo  he loved Daphne but sadly she never cared she turned him down so her father  acted as  a clown he turned his daughter into a tree a bay tree so i hear an intro to a poem about the … Continue reading

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Mistletoe

its a power of good i give thee i am Mistletoe the thrush took me to where you be right into the flow sharing sap most fortunate for I am evergreen an oak would have been wonderful but the blackthorn … Continue reading

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“Moonwort” also called Herb twopence

The Moonwort also Sunshoe Horse a tiny little soul likes to grow on heaths and dunes in open woods the flow of energy apparent feminine it be ruled by the Moon from high above honest there’s the key its Powers … Continue reading

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Spring

Spring is upon us the  days noticably  longer an emboldened horizon Dont we all   just  feel stronger First  Imbolc, now  Oestra butterflies too so much going on Spring flowers morning dew Music from Nature So subtle and sweet the … Continue reading

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The druids egg

fossil stone eggs Some Duids acclaim an obsessional cause part of a chain a purpose to ground us imagine the deed the  conglommeration of lifeless who feed on the wildness of Nature the  rake of the earth embalmed in the … Continue reading

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Roll Rights

The Roll Rights stone circle it enlivens one’s soul Perched on a hilltop its distinct role orderliness harmony what our eyes see is what the Neolithic Took in actually.   an array of the weathered stones in a field surrounded … Continue reading

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Rosemary

her rampant state of order is to come into our  sight with a clearness and a harmony It seems she feels just right above a wretched darkened sky with threats of wind and rain but perched atop the  Rosemary with … Continue reading

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In the Wold of Cots

In the Wold of Cots where forget me knots and Belles of  blistering blue hang fire alone where they were grown in the root stocks there  is glue those cups of course are toxic but  with spital they  become the … Continue reading

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The Cotswold Bard

the Cotswold Bard in his robes of red a silver beard thats what he said so many badges depicting green trees of the wood butterflies lean close to the creaking gate we hear the Roll Right spirits They do  appear … Continue reading

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Imbolc at Clearwell

its all happening at clearwell in the Forest of Dean the Wye rolling viciously brokering a scene   out of  ancestral shadowings the caves where the  Iron Ore is mined a festival of ancient Celts its where so many find … Continue reading

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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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