Soul Star Travelers of Elven World, Magick of Tuatha de Danann
The mountain that wasn't a mountain
A mountain was a mountain...right...not so, a mountain was so much more..it was the ingredients held within the matrix that counted...the mountain was there, seen with the eyes on the outside, but inside, that's where the magic was held.
Walking up the Tor to witness the view was quite a journey. I guess what mattered most was the feeling that was inside me, how did it feel...it felt like a lead weight was pulling me to earth, I couldn't move an inch...anchored, that's how I felt.
Looking up I saw the monument on the top of the Tor... my hair blew around my face, my legs ached and I ached to reach the top to where my family stood. Why... I asked inside, what was stopping me, lead in my boots? Well sometimes I guess it matters that we almost get there and feel what is to be felt, and witness what is to be witnessed.
Could have been the fact that there was a force 9 gale blowing and the Severn Bridge was closed across the estuary. It would take an indirect route to get home, more hours cramped up in the car with all the holiday gear and what was left of the food we'd taken to last the 5 days we were away.
The last day of the trip held a note of letting go of that quirky holiday kinda feeling, a trip to Cornwall, a caravan and my son having a bad reaction from bacteria in the pool, so much letting go..... The pool should have been closed, I'm sure.
I remember walking down the path... it was strewn with sunlight. The time was around 8pm... it was almost sunset. I noticed sun glints on the water near the horizon line. The path was stony and the black outline of the rocks on the waters edge almost obscured the sea beyond.
As we got to the end of the twisty rocky path.. what a view, pure magic. There we all were looking out across the sea, straining our eyes way out to the somewhat fuzzy horizon line. Tiredness envelop us all, Tom seemed to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, even so it was just good to be there, so different to the fields and woodlands of the Midlands.
Serpentine slopes...a pocket full of rocks, and a deep feeling of relief that my son was getting better each day...memories of holidays spent on the coast, maybe there will be more, an adventure perhaps.
Tai ~ Julie
June 2013
Thank you for sharing Julie, they are some places like that, where you can feel very intensively the energies, the telluric energies..it seems this place has some very strong ones :o)))
Yes it was very strong feeling, I've never felt anything like it before Ametrine
Beautiful place to go visit if your fit,not so if your not be a hell of a climb,yeah lead boots lol.. do you walk around it in a spiral on those ridges up to the top? Whats the Tor at the top about?,like what is its purpose,is it a bell tower? monument or ceremonial site?...such wonderful views and the photo's do it justice.. did you take them Julie?..
The countryside around it so reminds me of NZ with its divided farms [see below image to compare]...now I can understand why the early British settlers came here,cos it does make them feel like they are back home in England..and it would have been raw when they came like newly made divided fields on farms with stone hedge rows & that bloody privet & horthorne bushes lol..they even bought the,dock,gorse bush & pink heather & tussuck with them, why I have no idea? now they are all out of control weeds.
From what I remember there were two paths, one hard path and the one we took Vlada, it was the easy one, more of a meandering path.
The funny thing is I watched a Youtube today about the Pilgrims route and visits to Cathedrals and right at the end it mentioned the Tor. Maybe it was a clue to how I felt. I didn't know the history. There was an execution on the top of the hill...
"St Michael's Church survived until the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1539 when, except for the tower, it was demolished. The Tor was the place of execution where Richard Whiting, the last Abbot of Glastonbury Abbey, was hanged, drawn and quartered along with two of his monks, John Thorne and Roger James."
and yes it's just the tower that still stands...I found the pictures online Vlada
Yes you could be right about the early settlers Vlada, they would always bring to a new land that which is familiar to them, not quite understanding the implications of different climates
Gees people were so horrible centuries ago aye,fancy hanging a monk...what possible harm can a monk do to anyone...see religion was so evil and created all this horrid behaviour...though no hangings yet evil still it goes on today with, brainwashing people and stripping them of their abilities to have full lives..instilling fears its just crazy..well least you made it to the top even if it was a hike..
Taikunping avatar ~ Julie Parry said:
From what I remember there were two paths, one hard path and the one we took Vlada, it was the easy one, more of a meandering path.
The funny thing is I watched a Youtube today about the Pilgrims route and visits to Cathedrals and right at the end it mentioned the Tor. Maybe it was a clue to how I felt. I didn't know the history. There was an execution on the top of the hill...
"St Michael's Church survived until the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1539 when, except for the tower, it was demolished. The Tor was the place of execution where Richard Whiting, the last Abbot of Glastonbury Abbey, was hanged, drawn and quartered along with two of his monks, John Thorne and Roger James."
and yes it's just the tower that still stands...I found the pictures online Vlada
I agree Vlada, there too was much persecution of women...if they had skills of foresight or even practiced herbal medicine or child birthing. Even if they had a wart ;)
Yeah shocking aye, arnt we lucky now that those horrid times are over,so may be we should be grateful now we just have to get rid of war and ego's of greed and we'll be ok..cant get rid of everything as thats part of life..but those who hurt others we need gone.
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
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without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
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