The Spirits of GREY WOLF
Walking along the line of sarsens on the summer of 1976, I had a vision of man I presumed to be her partner. H great sarsen stones. He was clearly d waving her hands over his head and In the early hours of the morning of the first night I spent in the West Kennet Long Barrow, I was moved to take a lighted candle across the road and climb to the top of Silbury Hill to await the sunrise. My
Over the years, thousands of folk from all over the world were initiated as bards of the Gorsedd to these words translated from a traditional Gaelic prayer...
vigil was rewarded by a horned crescent moon thrusting up from the clouds along the eastern horizon. It was blood red.
The Welcoming Arms of a Great Mother Goddess
Wisdom of serpent be thine, Wisdom of raven be thine, Wisdom of valiant eagle.
My overwhelming impression of Avebury
Voice of swan be thine, Voice of honey be thine, Voice of the son of stars.
the wide spacing between the stones
Bounty of sea be thine, Bounty of land be thine, Bounty of the boundless heavens. (3)
immense earthwork boundaries many
during that first visit was of the henge being the open, welcoming arms of a great mother goddess. The whole nature of Avebury, its wide entrances, of the circles, its visibility within the landscape, its sheer scale, all suggest openness, that it was built to attract, make welcome and hold safe within its hundreds, probably thousands, of people. In 1993, I was asked to compose a ceremony for a multi-faith gathering in Avebury hosted by Tim Sebastian of the Secular Order of Druids. I discovered that
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