Shaman of Avalon
On the day I moved to Glastonbury, I was walking up Chilkwell Street towards the Tor and, to my left, I could see, out of the corner of my eye, two evergreen trees that were completely and totally head-over-heels in love with each other. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I was rooted to…
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I came to Avalon almost 50 years ago, along the secret Green Road of the Soul, the “Mystic Way that leads through the Hidden Door into a land known only to the eye of vision”, as the 20th century mystic, Dion Fortune, described it. I entered that portal through the first ever Glastonbury Festival of…
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I have been gestating, over the last nine years, a story and a message that the Glastonbury Zodiac has been showing me. The vision was eventually birthed through a combination of studying Katharine Maltwood’s books on the zodiac – a 30-mile round of colossal earthwork giants on the Somerset Levels – and then going on…
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You will need to understand a little basic magic or alchemy to appreciate the elemental energies that govern a diamond-shaped area of Britain of more than 100 square miles known as Avalon. But don’t worry because it is easy. It’s just about how the four energetic elements – fire, water, earth and air – interact…
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It is said that when Britain is in the direst peril and needs him the most, King Arthur will arise from his grave and return. We know this because we used to hear rhymes about it while still in the cradle – bardic poems that hail from of an age that Time forgot, when our…
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In the days of old, far back into the mists of time, roaming storytellers would turn up at villages with rolled up mats which they would unfurl and spread under a huge and rambling tree, as if to announce their arrival. Long before cinema, television and even writing, let alone the printing press, news that…
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Lately, I have been thinking deeply about the mind programming which created the mystique around the Californian Mount Shasta during the psychedelic era of the Sixties which had the aim of creating the New Age movement (as it was named by the Scottish Rite of Freemasons).
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Ever since its starring role in the London 2012 Olympic opening ceremony, friends have been asking me about the magical significance of Glastonbury Tor. Well, I don’t profess to know everything about the Tor. I doubt there are many that do. But I do live here in Glastonbury and, as a shaman, when I walk…
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There was a wonderful day, a while back now, when I went to sit with the Holy Thorn. He’s just a stump now, after he was attacked and destroyed more than a year ago now. But He’s still ‘in there’, so to speak. It wouldn’t take much for Him to revive. He just needs some…
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On a cold November’s day in 1539, Henry VIII’s soldiers dragged the last abbot of Glastonbury, Richard Whiting, up through the High Street on a horse-drawn hurdle and then up to the summit of the Tor, where he was hung on a gibbet with two monks hanging either side of him, like two thieves, in…
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Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 