Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

A Druids Lament for Mother Earth

Posted on August 20, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The earth is not ours We are leasing the part we live in Under our feet in the sky All is shared With the bugs with the Bee’s With the birds Mammals hold back in the shadows Claiming their places … Continue reading →

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See and be seen

Posted on August 1, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Great stacks reaching high The machines and the grist All those great wafting colours An enlivening mist Of stalky persuasion Magick indeed Derived if you like From just one tiny seed

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Lammas Time

Posted on August 1, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The newly gathered grain is ours Loafmas or Lammas allnthose powers The sun & the soil gave birth to it all And the rich golden seeds that grew powerfully tall Expectations of health the reapers the scythes in full swing … Continue reading →

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The witch

Posted on July 29, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Those of you fawning that witches be great Best realise soonest each is an ovate Forget Big farmer The oath and the rest The witch in her hay day is always the best

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The Crone and her thoughts

Posted on July 26, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Her mysteries alone will keep Her warm her fireside spell The craft of old Is always rolled In parchment never sold Serenity and understanding A women so profound Her submission to her goddess Of course completes the round

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Thoughts of a wandering Bard

Posted on July 26, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Write down everything you see And keep it in your heart The trees the cover plating Try never to part From Nature’s gifts a plenty The bard will always see And feel the joys of Seasons Bursting beautifully

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Musical faery

Posted on July 22, 2022 by Rex Tyler

The lass she be one of the Fae A forest soul And she did play The ocarina conjuring so The birds and the bee’s And the trees that grow From the freckled forest she belongs Singing her truly beautiful songsI

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More on Stone Henge

Posted on July 8, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Its arrogance personified And Grant Shapps ought to be Proving just how wise he is Re the A303 The idea of a tunnel Which is really bad The Great Henge needs to be left untouched That idea is completely mad

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The Avebury Shocker

Posted on June 30, 2022 by Rex Tyler

We had visited Avebury it had been a wet day an on our way home There  had been a delay the SatNav  was playing up as we drove back It told us to leave  the main road to a track … Continue reading →

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Legends of the stones

Posted on June 29, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Legends and stories and  Druids and fairies rollrights and hilltops in Oxfordshire where a blue sky the mole hills the lichen the trees the old crone the Kings men some one tell us why all these stones standing a circle … Continue reading →

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Sun in Cancer solstice sunrise rollrights stones

Posted on June 21, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on June 19, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on June 19, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on June 8, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 31, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 14, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 13, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 13, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 4, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 3, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 2, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 2, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on May 2, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on April 21, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on April 17, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on March 29, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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”

Posted on March 28, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on March 23, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on March 22, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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

Posted on March 20, 2022 by Rex Tyler

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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