Monday, 7 July 2008

Glimpsing the Green Man of England

A Wander Through the Proverbial Thicket in Search of the Foliate Face of the Wild Wood!
by Alex Langstone

This article focuses on some of the lesser known green men carvings in England, along with curious anecdotal information on some of the locations. The article is partly based on the excellent series of articles that folklore expert Ian Dawson published in Albion's Sacred Heritage (ASH Magazine) during the 1980s.

Whether you define the Green Man as an archaic god, the pantheistic face of nature, the Spirit of the wild wood, the green face of re-birth or an arcane folk-inspired pub-name, he is all around us. Peering down from the rooftops of the great Gothic Cathedrals, from the corbels of the country parish church, from brightly-painted old English pub signs to the ancient heart of the gnarled and twisted oak trees of our woodlands. His face is there, spewing the foliage of the forest from within, from every orifice it emerges: eyes, ears, nostrils and the mouth, it is as though the foliate face of the green man is actually part of the tree itself!

For here we go on a journey, a journey to visit some of the more obscure and unusual Green men carvings around England. We start in the west, and in Devonshire where one of the most sublime foliate faces is to be found at the Sampford Courtney parish church of St. Andrew. This sacred building was rebuilt in the mid 15th century and the carving dates to this period. It shows a lovely bearded benign face spewing leaves from his mouth. Some commentators have likened the face to Christ, and it does have those classic features of Christian iconography to a certain degree, as you can see from the image (left). The church has other interesting carvings including the tinner's rabbits, and the sow and piglets, along with two other green men.

From here we venture to the pretty Somerset village of Spaxton, where in the centre of the village lies a newer chapel once famous for the Victorian cult of the Agapemone based on the vision of Rev.Harry Prince, an Anglican priest, who left his church as he believed that the holy spirit had taken residence within his very own body. Here he built a religious community including a chapel. It was here that the defrocked Rev. Henry Prince set up his community of "soul brides" inside the perimeter of a 12 foot high wall and ferocious guard dogs. This community was remarkably successful in its time. Though they did court the expected "moral outrage" from the popular press, but many of the locals grew fond of their village cult, and some of the older villagers still remember some of the cult members.


Spaxton is nestled upon the edge of the stunning Quantock Hills, overlooking the shimmering Bristol Channel, St Margaret's dates from the 13th century and has three green men, two on the font and one of a bench end (right and below). It is a very peaceful spot, and the superb view across the rolling countryside of west Somerset are breathtaking. The nearby village of Enmore has it's own virtually unknown green man in the parish church carved on a pillar in the north aisle.

Moving further west to the parish church at Launcells in North Cornwall, which can trace its heritage back to the 11th century and has a dedication to St Swithin (originally St Andrew). This beautiful perpendicular style church sits in a peaceful valley by the Upper Tamar river not far from Bude. It is a lovely location and a nicely cared for holy well can be seen close by which reputedly never runs dry. It's water, by tradition, was a salve for eye ailments. Inside the church one of the celebrated 15th century bench ends depicts a green man, with leaves issuing from his forehead, and vines with berries from his mouth. Presumably he is the ancient spirit of this peaceful river valley? (pictured left)

Moving now from the west to the far east of England, and to a land very different from the west country. This landscape is of the East Saxons, virtually nothing visible remains of any earlier Celtic settlement, and the ancient Celtic kingdom of Trinovante. But an Anglo-Celtic 7th century chapel does still exist at Bradwell-on-Sea, and glimpses of Celtic mythology blend with Saxon and Viking legends and myths, to form a heady mix of folklore and secret Witchcraft traditions that live on to this day in the more remote spots along the lonely coast or deep within the gently rolling and wooded rural countryside. In this part of England there are many virtually unknown green men carvings, which may hold clues to the ancient past, when the landscape was dense woodland. Essex folklore researcher Ian Dawson has done much work on cataloging these eastern foliate faces in his excellent series published in ASH Magazine in the 1980s and early 1990s.

One of Ian's greatest discoveries was during a visit to St John the Baptist church at the Thames-side village of Mucking. The former parish church has been in private hand for many years now, but Ian was lucky enough to view the inside whilst the builders were there during the spring of 1989. What Ian found was truly remarkable. He was searching for a green man carving he had read about. Situated on the south side of the chancel, which dates to 1216, on a central pillar is a stone carved green man spewing branches from his mouth. Immediately opposite him, on the other side of the pillar among the foliage is an exquisite carving of a green lady/moon goddess, with a lunar crescent upon her head and horseshoe supporting her chin. Her head is surrounded by a perfect circle which appears thicker on the right hand side as you view her; looking like a shining crescent of the waxing moon! I sincerely hope that these unique carvings have survived in these intervening years, and I understand that the church is still a private dwelling.
Dave Hunt's drawing of the Goddess and the Green Man of Mucking, Essex

From Mucking and the lonely marshes of the Thames estuary we travel north towards the low rolling chalk hills of rural north-west Essex. Here the ancient settlement of Thaxted nestles in the unspoilt countryside. The town is justly proud and famous for it's Morris Dancing folk tradition, revived in 1911 by Conrad Noel, vicar of Thaxted. During the summer months dancing regularly takes place around the town, some of which truly seems to evoke the spirit of the green man. The annual Thaxted Morris Ring meeting is held on the first Saturday after the Spring bank holiday and includes many traditional dances including the magical twilight Horn Dance.

English composer, folk-song collector and mystic Gustav Holst lived here between 1917 and 1925, and he played much music in the very spacious and lavishly carved hilltop church of St John the Baptist, among the many green men peering down from above. Holst became good friends with Thaxted's controversial socialist and folklore collecting vicar of the time Conrad Noel and the two men would have often discussed the folklore and traditions of the district, along with socialism and mysticism, interests which they both shared. I am sure they would have been aware of the green man as a potent glyph of English mythology, peeking out at them from around the church!

The first of these Thaxted green men can be seen in the north transept. Behind the organ is a richly carved panel where four green men can be seen. On the opposite side of the building on another carved panel can be seen another green man. Moving to the the exterior of the sacred building and inside the south porch there is a beautiful green man with great clusters of leaves sprouting from his mouth and head and further along the south wall high up near the guttering another foliate face can be seen on a panel (left), along with other carvings of Celtic style heads and animal motifs. Thaxted and her church are truly remarkable places to visit with mystery and magic around every conceivable corner!

Thaxted Morris Horn Dance 2007

There is an annual Green Man festival at Clun in south Shropshire, as well as many other folk festivals held across the country, many honouring the green man in some way or another! I will publish more photographs and descriptions on the hidden foliate faces of the forest at a later date, so click back soon!

References.
ASH Magazine No. 4 Summer 1989. "Paganism in Essex Churches" by Ian Dawson.
ASH Magazine No.16 Summer 1993. "Paganism in Essex Churches by Ian Dawson.
Drawing of Sampford Courtney Green Man by Paul Atlas-Saunders
Drawings of Mucking Green Man and Lady by Dave Hunt
Photography copyright Alex Langstone, except Mucking Green Man/Lady by Ian Dawson
Thaxted Morris
Clun Green Man Festival

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Midsummer Greetings!

Penglaz, the Solstice 'Obby 'Oss of Penzance

Fresh from this year's fantastic Golowan midsummer festivities in Penzance, a brilliant new website has emerged featuring history and mystery of the cherished and much guarded Solstice 'Obby 'Oss of Penzance. See www.penglaz.co.uk for details.

Also see Penglaz at Lucifer Bridge

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Natural Healing

Following on from a brief post about healing through email and blogging, posted on one of my favourite blogspots The Diary of a Hope Fiend, an entertaining and thought provoking blog by my good friend Chandira, I thought I would re-post this:

Our Iseum of Bega of the Gifts offers distant healing and prayers for anyone in need. Just email us for details of our distance healing programme and attunement times. We use a blend of Reiki and western healing methods, and are dedicated to honouring all as sacred before the Divine. Bega of the Gifts is an official Iseum of the Fellowship of Isis.

Anyway, check out Chandira's blog by clicking the bold highlighted link above, and contact us for healing through our Iseum.

Moving this on a little more, Chandira is going to help to spread the word through her Diary of a Hope Fiend blog, and between our two blogs we hope to be able to spread a little love and divert some healing energy help to where it may be required through attunement and distant healing. Leave a post or email me to request this service.

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

Carole Young Exclusive Interview

An exclusive interview with long standing quester, astrologer and psychic Carole Young is now available to view on Esoteric Explorer - the Psychic Questing Blog. Take a look, and read some interesting psychic questing social history.

Click here to view.

Sunday, 18 May 2008

Exclusive Hand Made Book of Shadows

A brand new exclusive range of handmade and uniquely crafted A6 note books are now available from our online bookshop Spirit of Albion Books. Ideal for use as a Pagan Book of Shadows, or as an interesting and unusual gift idea! Take a peek and grab yourself a beautiful item.

Click here to view the range now!

These books are made by Penzance artist Paul Atlas-Saunders

Monday, 5 May 2008

May Day Matters in West Cornwall

A Report by Alex Langstone

The ancient custom of the Penzance May Horns and Whistles was vividly
brought back to life on Sunday May 4th 2008. Using many of the old customs recorded in Robert Hunt's Popular Romances of the West of England, the people of the West Cornwall town took to the streets.

The days celebrations started with a walk to Trereife Park, where a Beltane picnic was shared amongst the beautiful backdrop of bluebell woods and rolling parkland. Trereife House was one of the traditional places that the folk of Penzance called at on May morning to gather greenery, flowers, rum and milk, and to make May Sycamore Whistles before returning to the town, dressed in the greenery of the forest blowing their whistles to greet the May.

This event was an annual celebration prior to 1933, when Penzance Borough banned it for being too noisy and rowdy. This years historic Beltane celebration is all set to mark the return of the Penzance May Horns to the folk calendar of West Cornwall.

The main event of the day was the procession beginning at Newlyn Green. Participants gathered at the nearby Tolcarne Inn overlooking the spectacular Mounts Bay. About 40 people gathered in the beer garden, where we were greeted by the May Green Man.

The procession was headed by the Master of Ceremonies Mr Dennis Dowrick, followed by the Turkey Rhubarb Band, The Green Man and Lady of May. Fi Read; the current Mock Mayor of the Quay was also in attendance plus one or two familiar faces from the Druid Grove of Bega plus many other friendly faces.

As the procession neared the Penzance parish boundary from Newlyn, a brief talk was given about the last time the May Horns celebration had taken place in the 1930s, and mention was made about the town councils decision to ban the event - a ban that is still in effect today. So once we were over the river that forms the towns western edge we were illegal.

Despite this, the defiant revellers continued along the prom, and then up through Alexandra Road, and into the town centre, where at the historic Green Market the may pole was raised and frantic dancing and laughter was witnessed at this traditional May Pole site for the first time in 70 years. Many more people had spilled onto the streets by this time, enticed out of the nearby pubs by the music and laughter, and soon more had joined the final part of the Sacred May procession.

The final leg continued to the ancient and historic Chapel Street district, and to the Admiral Benbow, one of the towns oldest hostelries, where the upstairs bar was opened for a party. Cornish folk dancing and music was on hand to entertain, and proved to be a fitting end to the towns revived Beltane celebrations. I sincerely hope that this is the first of many, and that many more will join in the fun next year!

See our Druid Grove of Bega pages for more photos here

External link: Official website www.penzancemayhorns.co.uk

Monday, 28 April 2008

Psychic Questing Blog Officially Launched!

Brand new psychic questing blog Esoteric Explorer has been officially launched by author and poet Alex Langstone.

Exclusive content can now be accessed from the site, plus lots of new and surprising psychic questing content will be added soon! Watch this space...

Saturday, 26 April 2008

Penzance May Day Madness

The good folk of Penzance have revived the towns ancient festival of Beltane.

Sunday 4th May will see chaotic May day revelry in and around the town for the first time since 1933, when the event was banned by local gentry as being too noisy and blasphemous!! Dress in white, bring drums and horns, get chaotic and join in the fun.

For full details click www.penzancemayhorns.co.uk

London Goddess Day with Olivia Robertson


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Click here for Alex Langstone's officially archived interview with Olivia Robertson

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Bega and the Sacred Ring

Out of print psychic questing classic Bega and the Sacred Ring is to be serialised on Esoteric Explorer, Spirit of Albion's pages devoted to Psychic Questing.

It will be posted chapter by chapter over the next few months, and will include brand new photographs and a chance for readers to interact and ask questions.

With only a few copies now appearing on Amazon, which currently has one copy for sale at £150 (of which the author never receives a penny!) this has to be good news for fans of psychic questing and other like minded folk!

This project will lead up to the long awaited publication of Alex Langstone's brand new psychic questing book Spirit Chaser.

Above is a reproduction of the original artwork for the front cover of Bega and the Sacred Ring, produced by well known esoteric artist Yuri Leitch, in 1992.

Sunday, 13 April 2008

Feedblitz Subscriptions

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Thursday, 10 April 2008

Tehidy Tree Spirits

Some new faces have appeared in Tehidy Woods; a local beauty spot in west Cornwall.

St. Just based wood carver
Craig Harris has recently been commissioned to carve several 2 metre high tree spirits, which have been installed at various locations around the 250 acre country park.

Craig has been interested in trees for many years, and he specialises in carving unique tree spirit designs into many different types of wood.

Having seen the quality of Craig's wood carving, I took the chance to visit Tehidy to see the artist at work; and to ask him a few questions within the magical surroundings of his temporary workshop set in a clearing by a lake deep inside the dense woodland.

Alex: What inspired you to carve tree spirits?

Craig:
I've always been a bit of a tree hugger on the QT. I guess I fell into carving tree spirits through stick-dressing; which is decorating walking sticks and staffs. I'd done a few commissions for friends and ended up going to a craft fair in Penzance which was a disaster from a stick selling angle. Anyway, while I waited for folks to come and buy my goods I started carving basic faces (tree spirits) into some off-cuts which sold before I'd even finished doing them. This gave me the inspiration to carry on carving tree spirits so I abandoned walking sticks and the rest is history.

Alex: Why only male tree spirits?

Craig: Dryads are mostly female nature spirits but Tree Spirits as far as I can recall have always tended to be mostly male.

Alex: Have you ever encountered a tree spirit, and if so what do you think they are?

Craig: Yes I have encountered tree spirits. I was with my son (Byron) and missus (Linda) at Madron Holy Well when Byron was around 4 years old. We sat by the well and lit three candles (one each) and placed them on some carved wooden floats that I'd made. We all said the following "Awake you Spirits of the forest green; join me now; let yourselves be seen."
While we sat and waited we just enjoyed the beautiful sunshine and blue skies. Byron was the first to see one; then Linda and I finally caught sight on a fellow with big bushy eyebrows and a really long swirling beard hiding behind the hawthorn bush by the side of the well. I have to say that I was not only amazed but also a little scared as I didn't really expect to see anything. I didn't feel as if I was in any danger but we didn't really stay for much longer afterwards.

Alex: What artists/crafters inspire you and your work?

Craig: I had never been into art or crafts before I moved to Cornwall so it is difficult to answer this question. One of my favourite wood carvers is Ian Norbury followed by Shawn Cipa. Ian Norbury's carvings are just unbelievable; talk about an amazing talent. If I ever get anywhere near as good as him I'll consider it a massive achievement.

Alex: Why wood carving?

Craig: I tried writing novels when Byron was born but didn't get any published. After the seventh attempt I just sort of fell into wood carving. Glad I did really as it's the most fulfilling job I've ever done.

Alex: Now your 8 tree spirit carvings have found a permanent home in Tehidy Woods, Cornwall, what other projects have you got planned?

Craig: I don't really have anything as big as Tehidy planned, but I'm excited about the coming year. Who know what the future holds but I've got a good feeling about it so bring it on whatever it may be.

Alex: Thanks for your time Craig, and good luck with your future projects.
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The eight tree spirits can now be viewed in Tehidy Country Park, near Portreath, Cornwall. Seek them out, you will be well rewarded!

(Images: above left, one of the eight tree spirits now installed in Tehidy Woods. Photo credit Paul Atlas-Saunders. Top right: one of the smaller Tree Spirits that were for sale at Tehidy. Photo credit Alex Langstone.)

Craig's work has recently been featured on ITV Westcountry and can be viewed at the following craft fairs this year:

16th - 18th May - Craft & Design experience at Fawley, Henley-on-Thames.

22nd - 25th August. 'Festival of the Tree' at Westonbirt Arboretum, Tetbury, Gloucestershire 9am - 5pm every day.

4th - 5th October. Boscastle food and arts festival at Boscastle. 10am - 4pm both days.

Visit Craig's website by clicking the banner below, where you can purchase a tree spirit of your very own.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Seahenge on Display

Justification or Desecration - the debate continues...

Visitors will be taken back in time 4,000 years when
Kings Lynn Museum re-opens to the public on Tuesday 1st April after its £1.2 million redevelopment. For on display for the first time will be Seahenge – the man-made timber circle found on Holme beach in 1998 which has been hailed one of Britain's most exciting archaeological discoveries.

A new gallery has been created to show half the 55 preserved timbers from the circle and the giant upturned oak stump they surrounded, against an illuminated backdrop of Holme beach today.
Seahenge as it was before 1998

Archaeologists faced angry protests when they started to remove the timbers in 1999 to preserve and study them, from druid groups who felt a spiritual connection to the site and local people who wanted the structure to remain in place.

Lynn Museum project manager Hannah Jackson said mystery still surrounds what prompted the Bronze Age people to create the circle. "There are tantalising clues yet we still don't really know what it was for – it's a bit of an enigma," she said.

"The upturned stump could have been like a table top on which the body of a very important member of the community who had died would be laid out for the birds and animals to pick the flesh off.

"Then they would remove the bones for burial elsewhere, and that fits in with what we know of Bronze Age burial rites," she said.

Another theory suggests the circle was an ancient calendar, as its alignment ties in with the rising sun on midsummer's day shining directly through an arched timber forming the entrance.

Either way, it was significant enough to involve 50 to 80 of our ancestors in constructing the monument as evidence has been found of more than 50 different axes being used to shape the timbers, Miss Jackson said.

The main display is mirrored by a full-sized fibreglass replica showing how the structure would have appeared when it was constructed in 2049BC, complete with a model of a Bronze Age man. Visitors can enter and explore this area.

Since excavation, the Seahenge timbers have been to the Bronze Age Centre at Flag Fen, near Peterborough, to be studied and start the ten-year preservation process, and to the Mary Rose Trust in Portsmouth to finish the conservation work. The central stump is still with the trust until it is ready to join the display.

So despite excavation, study and preservation we are still nowhere near to making any new discoveries, prompting the same old question of why remove it in the first place? Maybe a better understanding would have been reached by studying the ancient monument in its original position? Was this a justified scientific project or the desecration of an ancient site? Let us know what you think.

The museum opens Tuesday to Saturday, 10am to 5pm. Admission is £3 adults, £2.50 concessions and £1.65 for 4 - 16-year-olds.

Friday, 21 March 2008

Earth Magic Exhibition


Those living in or visiting Cornwall in April are in for a visual treat. Artists Sarah Vivian and Izumi Omori have an exhibition entitled Earth Magic at The Gallery, Morvah Schoolhouse, Morvah, Cornwall between 6th - 18th April 2008. The exhibition explores themes of beauty and magic in the natural world, and both artists believe that art of beauty is food for the soul. The grace and power of the natural world is their inspiration and the source of their spirituality and art.

A concept very much in keeping with us here at Spirit of Albion.



See the artists websites here and here for more!

Images - above and top left: Sarah Vivian. Top right Izumi Omori.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Legends of Bassenthwaite

The romantic and much visited Lake District of northern England has many legends and folklore tales to tell, many are well known and much publicised in the many tourist books available. In this series of articles I want to touch upon some of the lesser known and obscure myths of this region. In this the first instalment we visit the enigmatic Bassenthwaite Lake.

Legends of Bassenthwaite

by Alex Langstone

Bassenthwaite Lake, a portal of psychic activity?

Bassenthwaite Lake is a magical place in all seasons. Home to the only breeding pair of Ospreys in England, it has gained an excellent reputation for ornithologists and other natural history enthusiasts. Less known however, are some of the areas more mysterious creatures.

Hidden in the murky depths of Bassenthwaite Lake maybe a creature from an
other time or place? This slimy amphibious creature known as the Bassenthwaite Eachy had scared many visitors over the centuries.

An Eachy is a name given to a species of lake monster from a variety of locations in northern England and Scotland. An Eachy was typically a large humanoid being of gruesome and slimy appearance seen to occasionally emerge from the lake. An Eachy was reported from Windermere in 1873 and at Bassenthwaite Lake as late as 1973, when a Mr. Stavenglass reported seeing something strange i n the water. The following photograph was taken, which seems to show a creature in the lake, however it looks more like "Nessie" from Loch Ness or "Mawgawr" from Falmouth Bay than the Bassenthwaite Eachy?

Is this the Eachy of Bassenthwaite?

The eye witness at the time is reported saying: "Resting near to Bassenthwaite Lake I saw something that made me both exited and intrigued at the same time. Something strange was swimming in the lake. It ducked below the surface and reappeared some distance away. The speed that the animal moved was amazing. I have never been able to find out what it was I saw, and my story has been met with some ridicule."

Close to Bassenthwaite Lake are two reputed fairy sites. The first, Castle How Fort (NY202 308) stands just off the main A66, on the banks of the lake itself but the second, Elva Hill (NY 177 317) is by far the more impressive. The hill itself is reputed to be a fairy hill and, according to some, hides a secret gateway into the otherworld, which only opens at certain times of the year. The name, like that of King Eveling, may be of Viking origin, meaning the home of elves, though this is not certain. On the southern slopes of the hill stands a Late Neolithic stone circle, an almost perfect ring some 125ft in diameter, though today comprising around half of the original 30 stones. In reality, the site was almost certainly associated with the trade in stone tools produced locally and taken through Borrowdale and over the hills to the east. This may go some way towards explaining the connection with fairies; the Stone Age flints found in the area passed into folklore as "elf arrows" which were supposedly crafted by the fairies and subsequently often used by later generations of witches as powerful magical charms.

Elva Plain stone circle, gateway to another world?

Rising above the southern end of the lake is The Dodd a small heavily wooded fell of 502 meters. The summit is reputed to be haunted and discarnate voices have been heard at the summit at dusk and shadowy figures have been seen after dark amongst the trees on the summer solstice.

All of these stories packed into a very small geographical area may point to Bassenthwaite Lake being seen as a "thin place" - a spot in the landscape where the veil is easy to penetrate through to other existences. The area is very beautiful and is worth a visit, especially if you are looking for magic and mystery.

For more of the strange and mystical goings on in the Bassenthwaite Lake area see my forthcoming book Spirit Chaser, to be published soon.

A Coming Out Ritual

Beloved Ferdiad

by Robin Herne

This article first appeared on the Druid Network site, and is re-published here with permission of the author Robin Herne. Robin is a member of Clan Ogma, an East Anglian based Druid group. For further details of the Clan and it's work visit their website, which Robin manages here.

Before committing to druidry, I explored Wicca and had a brief but exciting fling with Kemeticism (Wepwawet still says hello occasionally, bless him.) One of the many things that attracted me to druid philosophies was their stance on sexuality and gender. My understanding of druid beliefs is based on the shards that remain in the commentaries (often biassed) of Classical writers, the monastic-authored versions of old myths, and my personal gnosis with the Gods and other spirits. An academic might argue that my grasp of “ye olde druids” owes more to unconscious projection than to objective historical fact. If that is the case, it doesn’t matter overly much ~ so long as my direct experience of the Gods is sound, should the rest be more fantasy than fact, at least it inspires me to live a better life in the 21st Century.

Anyway, self-justifications aside, one of the myths that most moved me on first reading it was that of Ferdiad and Cuchulainn. To summarise, Queen Medb of the Connacht leads armies to raid the lands of the Ulaid tribes. A curse renders the Ulaid defenceless, save for the mighty warrior Cuchulainn. Single-handed he defends the territories. Finally Medb turns to a famous warrior from the Connacht, who has so far avoided battle ~ Ferdiad. He is an intimate friend of Cuchulainn from schooldays, and refuses to fight his old comrade. Medb tries threats and bribery, before finally succeeding by getting him drunk and implying that Cuchulainn has questioned his courage. Rashly, Ferdiad swears to take on the Hound of Ulster ~ an oath he cannot renege on, even when he awakes hung-over in the morning.

They meet at a river ford which demarks one tribe-land from the other, and battle all day. When night falls, they cast aside their weapons and wade to the midpoint of the ford. There they hug each other and kiss three times. This pattern is repeated for two more days, until on the fourth day Cuchulainn finally kills his friend. Early Irish manuscripts record a number of poems which Cuchulainn sings over the corpse, too long to fully recount here. The more moving excerpts I give below.

Ropdhar cocle cridi,
ropdhar caemthe caille,
ropdhar fir chomdeirgide
contulmis tromchotlud
ar trommnithaib.
i crichaib ilib echtrannaib,
aroen imreidmis
imtheigmis cach fid,
forcetul fri Scathaig.

We were heart-companions once,
We were comrades in the woods,
We were men that shared a bed
When we slept the heavy sleep
After hard and weary fights.
Into many lands, so strange,
And side by side we sallied forth
And we ranged the woodlands through,When with Scathach we learned arms!

It is, of course, possible to share a bed with someone without having sex with them, yet the subsequent praising of his manly beauty does suggest a decidedly romantic aspect to their friendship. Perhaps I’m biassed, but I see in this a strong suggestion of an erotic relationship.

Inmain lemm do ruidiud ran,
Inmain do chruth caem comlan,
Inmain do rosc glass glanba (no gregda)
Inmain t'alaig (no t'alle) is t'irlabra.

Dear to me thy noble blush,
Dear thy comely, perfect form;
Dear thine eye, blue-grey and clear,
Dear thy wisdom and thy speech.

Homosexuality is mentioned negatively in Irish ecclesiastical laws, unsurprisingly. In secular law the only mention is in regards to grounds for divorce, where it is placed on a par with a man eschewing his wife’s bed entirely for another woman. In a culture where much emphasis was put upon breeding future generations, exclusive homosexuality may have been a strange concept. Less so bisexuality ~ marriage was considered a duty, a pragmatic legal contract to provide children who could grant financial security in old age. Romantic attachments to ones spouse may have been an added bonus, but were not really vital. The behaviour of both heroes and heroines seems to suggest that the search for romance or sexual release outside of wedlock was not necessarily frowned on.

It is arguable that the very concept of a sexual identity based upon the gender of ones partners did not exist in pre-Christian Britain or Ireland. This being the case, the notion of a Coming Out rite would have been irrelevant back then. Yet we do not live in a pre-Christian world, and we must acknowledge that perception of personal identity has changed dramatically.

Amongst the chattering classes of Kensington, homosexuality may be acceptable. Elsewhere it is often far from tolerable. Walking through town I often see young (straight) couples holding hands, kissing, or snogging to the point of sucking each others fillings out. Female couples might get away with the hand-holding, if it is thought they are sisters or “just good friends”. Two men behaving in such a way might well be given a kicking by some passing gorilla in a shell suit. A heterosexual teenager announcing their sexual preferences to parents is unlikely to get much of a response, whilst a gay one still might find themselves ostracised.

Informing the world that one’s sexuality is anything other than totally conventional is still a bit of a risk.

Coming Out then is a decision to run a risk ~ a request for honesty, but with the knowledge that hostility may well be the only response (not unlike telling people you’re a pagan.) It takes a degree of courage ~ the amount depending on the level of violence with which the local community is likely to enforce its conventions. Courage in any context is to be celebrated. I am pleased to say that, aside from a few snotty comments by strangers, I have never had an adverse reaction from any friends, family members, or work colleagues. However, I am not so naive as to assume that just because most people I know are supportive (or indifferent), that others might not feel obliged to punch my face in.

Few men entering a new social circle would think twice about saying, “last night my wife said....” Despite my so-far positive experiences, I always stop and think before saying, “last night my boyfriend said....” The possibility of an aggressive reaction from strangers always gives me pause for thought first.

This external aspect to Coming Out is important ~ it’s about engaging with your community on a equal footing. If other people can talk about their husbands and wives, then we can talk about our same-sex partners. A ritual can serve a social function, a chance for friends and family to formally offer support ~ not just a willingness to hear about the partners, but to defend that individual should they be the victim of hostility from others.

There is also an internal aspect, which may well have been quite alien to people living in this land two thousand years ago. We grow up in a culture in which monotheist values surround us, like it or not. There are all manner of taboos, and no matter how swinging the Sixties may have been for a minority, centuries worth of hang-ups have still yet to disappear. Many people who experience sexual fantasies about their own kind feel guilty, dirty, abnormal etc. Before telling anyone else that you are gay, straight, bi or whatever, you need to make a decision about what you are in your own mind. Choosing to identify yourself with some socially constructed sexual label may have been alien to some of our ancestors, but in this era it can be a positive affirmation of your intention to have consensual sex, and bloody well enjoy it. For a polytheist this is particularly important, in that most of the voices (internal and external) saying that you shouldn’t engage in such dirty, filthy activities are the product of monotheist religions. Ritually declaring the rightness of sexual choices places an activity long condemned as demonic and sinful in a sacred, spiritual context.

Modern sensibilities tend to associate love between men with effeminacy and campness (and plenty of gay men collude in this image with gusto!) No-one could describe Cuchulainn or Ferdiad as nelly. They were warriors. Camping it up wholesale may render us visible, easily avoided, targets of humour and therefore ineffectual.

After centuries of being told that people who do what we do (and, even worse, enjoy it) are wicked, disgusting, godless abominations ~ to stand in a holy place and specifically declare ones sexual tastes as sacred in the eyes of ones Gods is not an act of camp frippery. Far from it. It’s an act of assertion bordering on aggression. It’s a repudiation of tyranny, and (even if the people doing so don’t always realise it) declaring a willingness to fight. If we didn’t want to buck the system we would creep back into the closet and look for Narnia. The martial spirit of Ferdiad is alive and kicking.

Thinking on all this, I penned a short ritual usable by polytheist druids (but adaptable to other traditions, and to non-polytheist sympathies.)

COMING-OUT RITUAL

Prepare the nemeton in the usual manner.

Make offerings to the cucullatus/bocain (spirits of place) and make toasts in turn to the Gods, ancestors and the spirit of comradery created by those present.

The man Coming Out (M) should spend a little time in meditation, whilst the officiating druid (D) and others gathered focus their minds, perhaps play the harp or bodhran etc.

D (shake craebh-sidhe) : Our Tribe is gathered ~ are there any who wish to speak?

M : I do. Beloved Ferdiad of the blue-grey eye, guide me this day as I declare myself to my Tribe gathered here, to my Gods and spirits.

D : Who are you?

M : I am a wolf in the battle
I am a butterfly unfurling
I am a stag in the summer glade
I am a pwca, ever-changing
I am a brother under the blanket
Who but I have seen what the night conceals?

D : What is it that you claim before this throng?

M : The right to love; to lust; to speak praise of those I share my life with; to celebrate the gifts of Aonghus mac Og.

D : Those who seek rights must also hold responsibilities. What duties will you uphold?

M (holding a torque) : To speak the truth of my heart to those who love me, not to mislead them with false promises; to defend my choices against those who would deny me freedom; to protect myself and those I pleasure from disease (add more if you wish.)

D : This is your oath, sworn freely before the Gods on the oath-ring?

M : It is.

D : Live now as a brother, warm beneath the blanket of Ferdiad’s love. (Uses face paint or anointing oil to mark the word ‘bràthair’ in oghams on M’s chest.) Beth for the new birth that is yours this night, Ruis for the blush of unstained lust, Ailm for the cry of realisation, Tinne for the iron strength that hostility may demand, Huathe for you will be feared by those scared of the dark, Ailm for the gasp of joy, Iodho to honour the ancestors who paved the way for you, Ruis for the blush of love that makes all men beautiful.

ALL (Encircling M and chanting) : Bràthair, Bràthair, Bràthair!

D : When you requested this meeting of the Tribe I meditated with Ferdiad, and this is the gift he guided me to present to you (gives a gift of some sort.) In the old times a liege, a flaith, sealed his acceptance of an oath with a gift to the oath-maker. This is your gift. When you look on it, remember the responsibilities you have taken on board.

ALL (each can make a toast in their own words, to the Gods, to M, to a figure from their own past who helped them accept some aspect of their own nature* etc. When everyone is all toasted-out, end the ritual in the usual manner then go and feast.)

* This need not be anything sexual ~ just coming to terms with onesself.


Wednesday, 12 March 2008

Lucifer Bridge top of the pile


The Lucifer Bridge poetry blog has appeared at the top of the poetry list on the LotsaSites.com listings. The only way a site can achieve this is by the number of hits and votes it receives.

Thanks everyone!

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Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Ancient Stones of Kernow

Ancient Stones of Kernow by Martyn and Amanda Jackson is a new book detailing the ancient megalithic monuments of the far west of Cornwall. Illustrated with beautiful paintings and drawings, the book offers the reader a comprehensive audio-visual cultural experience including the social history and archaeology of West Penwith's ancient sites, new music, guided tours and brand new original art.

Impressed with the quality of this self-published venture I took the opportunity of asking the St. Ives based authors a few questions.




Alex:
What originally inspired you to write the book?


Martyn: The original concept for the book was to produce a readable overview of British prehistory for the general reader, with a focus on the concentration of monuments and culture on the uplands of West Penwith; while pointing out the importance of Cornwall as a major centre of trade and industry from the Neolithic onwards. The aim always being to not allow the monuments to overshadow the people, which so often happens in overviews of this period, while getting as close as possible to their beliefs and customs; as well as their social structures.

Alex: Martyn, I have a great interest in the ancient sacred landscape and classical music being paired together, (e.g. Bax and Tintagel, Byrd and Lincoln etc.) the music excerpt on your website sounds very interesting, does it form a complete symphony, and will it be released?

Martyn: The music consists of a seminal piece, Cornish Soundscape No1 'An Ancient Land', a twelve and a half minute piece for full orchestra from which the musical background of the tour commentary was created. This music has been expanded into a thirty minute dance theatre piece, which it is hoped will interest a dance company, or with a similar project create an evenings entertainment. The tour commentary and the soundscape are to be produced in a midi version for a CD.

Alex: What is are your backgrounds with regard to the books subject?

Martyn: My background
in the subject is over thirty years of reading and exploration throughout Britain.

Alex: How are your guided tours progressing?

Martyn: We are hoping to operate three different tours this year, a day's ramble in the heart of the Penwith landscape, along with personalised individual tours by car and we are at present in discussion with a local bus company to operated a minibus tour. All are for small groups of up to eight people.

Alex: Mandy, your artwork is very striking, you obviously gain great inspiration from the sites in Penwith. What is your favourite site, and why?.

Mandy: My favourite monument is Chun Quoit, for its shape and ever changing atmosphere that surrounds it on its exposed moorland.

Martyn and Amanda thanks for your time, good luck with it all and let us know when the theatre production, site tours and CD are in the public domain.

Ancient Stones of Kernow is published by S.M.M.J. Publications and is available direct from the publishers via the books website here or from the usual internet suppliers (such as Amazon) and local bookshop
s. Priced at £14.99, Ancient Stones of Kernow is a worthy addition to your bookshelves. This book will add an immense amount of pleasure and a new dimension to future field trips to the megalithic monuments that sit so esoterically serene, yet dramatic, within the ancient wild and majestic scenery of the West Penwith Moors.

Two samples of Martyn's inspired orchestral music can be heard on the books website, but you will need to use Internet Explorer, as the sound files will not work with other browsers such as Firefox.

All artwork in this feature is by Amanda Jackson, further examples of Amanda's work are available to view via her online gallery here.

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

Dyrrham 577

Hill of the Seven Healing Winds

The 577 Peace Ceremony

by Kevan Manwaring

On 5 July 2007 a small group of people gathered at an ancient battle site to make peace. A simple quiet gesture, but one that was profoundly moving for those who were there, one that was effective in its intent, and one that will send ripples out.

In 577 CE a devastating battle took place at Deorham (Dyrrham, just north of Bath, Somerset), which resulted in the death of 3 Celtic kings, and the sundering of the Wessex and Welsh Celts, who were driven into the west by the Saxons: divided and ruled right down to the late 20th Century. The Anglo Saxon Chronicles read:

Cuthwine and Ceawlin fought the Britons, and killed three kings, Conmail, Condidan and Farinmail, in the place called Dyrham. They took three cities: Gloucester, Cirencester and Bath.

The idea for the event came about on 13 November 2005 when Kevan Manwaring, a Bard of Bath, visited the area on a walk, and sensed an eerie feel about it. At the time he only knew vaguely of the battle. At its heart, there is a tree-ringed pool, which he thought would be ideal for offerings. Kevan made his own simple gesture at the time, but had the idea then that a larger ceremony needed to take place for it to have real power, to bring about real healing.


Bards share the roles of peacemakers with the Druids and traditionally brought peace with their words and music. As a Chaired Bard of Caer Badon, Kevan proposed that representatives of Welsh and Wessex ‘Celts’, and ‘Saxons’ (eastern groves and gorseddau) gather at the site of the battle (centred around Hinton hillfort) on 5 July 2007 (05.07.07) in symbolic commemoration of the battle of 577.

‘Declarations and oaths of peace could be made,’ Kevan said in the initial invite sent out to all groves, seed-groups, covens and orders, in: ‘A Peaceful Proposal for the Reconciliation of the Celts of South West England and Wales with each other & their Saxon neighbours. For too long the Celts and the Saxons have been sundered. In a world of conflict we should strive for as much harmony and co-operation as possible.’

Emma Restall Orr, Head of The Druid Network, was asked to lead this Peace Ceremony, on behalf of her organisation, Honouring the Ancient Dead (HAD). Representatives of ‘tribes’ across Britain were personally invited, rather than an open invite, when it was decided to limit the numbers to a manageable amount rather than make the event open to the public. In the end 30 representatives were present from a wide cross-section of the British pagan scene: OBOD, The Druid Network, Fianna Brigantia, the Western Order of Druids, Gorsedd of the Bards of Caer Wyse, Gorsedd of the Bards of Caer Badon, Gorsedd of the Grove of Rhiannon and the White Horse, as well as various independent souls. Many others were invited but were unable to make it on the day.

Things fell into place when a Glastonbury-based swordsmith, Tim Harvey, generously offered a Bronze Age replica sword (see photo) – based on one found deposited, ritually broken, in a bog in Ireland. The intention was to do the same.

After over a year and a half of planning the day finally came and participants rendezvoused at The Bull Inn, Hinton, where cars were parked and lunch was ordered. It was a rainy day but that didn’t dampen spirits as, robed and staved, the peacemakers processed up to the hillfort along a winding green lane. Emma awaited for them on the brow of the hill with the sword, silently communing with the ancestors. A circle was made, Kevan welcomed everybody and the ceremony began – simple, direct, powerful and profound.

The ancestors, spirits of place and elements were honoured. Emma spoke eloquently from the heart about why we had gathered, what the day signified and the ceremony intended to achieve: to remember and honour those who fell that day, on both sides; to ask for healing between all of our ancestors, between us and our ancestors, and between ourselves.

As the celebrants stood there on the bright-dark brow of the hill – the inbetween place, between earth and sky, at the place of severance, the wide Severn Valley which separates England from Wales – it seemed the elements blessed them, each in turn – the wild win d, the soft summer rain, even the sun shone briefly and birds sang their sweet lyric from all around. No more dramatic or resonant a location could have been chosen for this devastating act of sundering (Celt from the Saxon; Logres from Cambria; the blood of kings staining the land) and of healing.


Where swords had wounded, words mended, as the circle was opened for the gorsedd: poems, songs and prayers were offered. At one spine-tingling point David Metcalfe, local storyteller and former field archaeologist, recited a Dark Age poem changed subtly to find relevance to the site and the day, its words rich in the poetry of Middle Welsh. Mark’o Gallaidhe sang a haunting rendition of the Irish ballad, Between the Tweed. Other contributions were just as eloquent.

And then Emma handed over the sword to Rudi, Swanage-based seer, who ritually broke the blade, with a couple of deft strikes with a forging hammer.

The circle was closed and the participants descended to The Bull, to thaw out over a fine lunch.
On the way down the hill Kevan started talking to a couple who had watched the whole ceremony from a distance. It turned out they were local – the man had lived in the area all of his life, and he revealed to us the presence of a chambered tomb and a fascinating local custom involving poorly children being taken up to this place to be healed of whooping cough and other afflictions by the ‘seven magic winds’. He himself had experienced this, and that day perhaps so had we.

The current Bard of Bath, Ash Mandrake, entertained during the lunch, along with another song from Mark’O. After lunch, a convoy of vehicles set off in the driving rain to the second ritual site – a pool along the Cotswold Way, the other side of the village of Dyrham. Just as we gathered under the oak tree to set off, the rain stopped. We processed along the Way, through rain-soaked fields, led by Sara Lees-Smith, Clan Mother of the Coranieid, head of the Fianna Brigantia, who carried the broken sword (see photo).

People gathered by the side of the pool – surrounded by verdant trees swaying in the wind. Sara spoke a moving prayer and cast in the sword – an immortal moment. Everyone watched in spellbound silence as the ripples circled outwards. The ancestors had received the offering. Others were made – a neck torc, a wrist-torc, a ring. Wise words were spoken about how peace begins in the home, in our own families. And then it was over. We processed back to the cars, in reflective silence. We returned to the everyday world over a cuppa at a local tea shop, before wending our respective ways home, each of us carrying the peace we had made within us.


‘This event shows what can be achieved when pagans work together,’ says organiser Kevan Manwaring. ‘It is perhaps more essential than ever in this time of conflict to heal the rifts between us, both ancestral and contemporary; and to honour the different influences that have helped shape this amazing land of ours: from Celtic and Saxon to present day – this land has always been a melting pot and continues to be so. From it has come the English language, a hybrid tongue of a mongrel nation. There are many other sites out there that need similar healing, both past and present battlegrounds. In our little way we have brought healing to this one site, and by doing so found peace within ourselves. I hope others will be inspired to do the same.’

Photographs all ©Kevan Manwaring 2007

This article was originally sent out as a press release shortly after the event. It is reproduced here by kind permission of author and bard Kevan Manwaring. Please visit Kevan's website for details of his work here.