Lord of the Deep: Dawn and Seven Radiances.

The morning of the first full day of The Silent Eye Workshop had not yet dawned. I had slept well, “If I had dreamt I did not recall” words I would hear more than once that day.

I rose quickly, really looking forward to going into the hills to greet the dawn. We had done this in Cumbria and I had really loved it.

I went downstairs early enough to have a coffee before leaving. After a while the others arrived. Stuart was in the conservatory and announced it was too wet and windy to go up to the hills. I have to admit I was disappointed but Stuart asked us to keep our outdoor clothing on and so recreate being outside. Another lesson in mind over matter.

Listening to Stuart describe what we were about to do helped. Then I closed my eyes as he took us through the scene and walked to were we would of been if not for the weather. I still had a niggling thought that the ancients would not of been put off by weather.

Then the magic and solemnity of the moment took over. We had each taken a token and Katie had had picked the one that made her the pole bearer. She stood in the library next door to the conservatory under the light and awaited us to bring her the seven radiances for each pole.

I could explain this but my words would be clumsy, I hope to learn better, so I am inserting a couple passages from Sue’s post A Radiant Dawn

The idea was a simple one… to bring the Seven Radiances that symbolise the essential nature of the Sumerian gods into the temple. For our purposes, we had chosen to work with seven of the most prominent deities, each one associated with one of the then-known planets, referring to them as Planetary Beings, a term that recognises both the life and inherent sacredness of our own planet and those with which we share the solar system.

The symbol of eternity, traced by many feet as the Radiances of the gods were added to the staff, was not an empty act. At the moment when the sun rose over the ancient hillfort, it was a Veil the colour of Love that was added to the staff, and Love was carried into the temple.

The staffs were laid to form a single line above the circle of the enneagram, forming a Sumerian symbol of sovereignty… the rod and circle, the ‘measure and containment’ of that which gives form to the formless; on earth, a symbol of kingship, in the heavens, a symbol of the gods.

We then had a guided meditation similar to ones I had experienced with the group before. Once again I was lifted out of my body to fly up into the beyond on a beam of light I could see many other lights all around and our planet small and glowing below.

When the poles had, had all the radiances attached we followed them to temple where we had more meditation.

I am not sure if I have any of this in the right order, though burned into my memory it seems strangely muddled.

After meditation we went for breakfast and I ate a full English..my body felt as if it had been out in the gales and rain on the hills. I was still finding this bouncing back and forth through space and time strange.

Still there was no time to worry about that then, as after breakfast there was a rehearsal for act two,time to change into our robes to enact Ritual Drama 2: A Second Self and all before lunch?

Below is a photo of Stuart and Sue As Anu and Aruru holding the two poles bearing the radiances.

32 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    May 08, 2019 @ 10:48:03

    Wonderful sis!


  2. Sue Vincent
    May 08, 2019 @ 14:26:17

    Memory tends to do its own thing on these weekends, but I think you have this about right, from what I can remember…especially as I was already in the temple when you all began 😉 It is a lovely sharing of your experience, Willow xx


  3. robertawrites235681907
    May 08, 2019 @ 14:49:36

    This is a lovely photograph of Stuart and Sue, Willow. I am surprised you didn’t go out in the weather, I thought the English were tough about rain and cold. It sounds like it was worthwhile anyhow and the session achieved its objectives. PS South AFricans melt in light rain [grin]


    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2019 @ 15:20:40

      Lol it was blowing a gale and raining sideways, and Stuart, Sue and Steve didn’t want us all suffering from hypothermia! Yes it’s a beautiful photo 💜


  4. stevetanham
    May 08, 2019 @ 15:05:27

    Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini and commented:
    Willow enjoyed her first time with us at the Lord of the Deep workshop. Her retelling continues…


  5. Hélène - Willow Poetry
    May 08, 2019 @ 15:47:12

    Another inspiring post Willow. Amazing that you can find your feet back on the ground after such experiences. Thank you for sharing so openly with us all.


  6. ancientwisdomcom
    May 08, 2019 @ 15:54:50

    Well Willow, we have ‘saying’ in Orkney: “There’s no such thing as ‘bad weather’ – only ‘poor clothing’! I assume that you also had come well prepared for what the Elements chose to present to you, and can understand your disappointment at not being able to enjoy the wonderful Derbyshire countryside as I would ; particularly having travelled a fair distance. Glad to hear you got over it tho’ and it would appear you threw yourself into the role you’d been given – ‘On with the motley’ etc.!


    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2019 @ 17:17:29

      Thank you for reading, I really did find the whole experience fantastic. I was well prepared but it was not going to happen. But the entire experience was wonderful .


  7. Stuart France
    May 08, 2019 @ 16:41:34

    An invaluable account of the weekend’s ‘goings on’, Willow. For the record there were a couple of issues with the weather, a temple full of damp Companions for what was quite a lengthy meditation period is less than ideal, and the veils we used to symbolise the radiances would have blown away in the gale… It’s the first time we’ve ever not gone up to the hillside for the dawn, but I also think there were other things playing into all this, not least the account of the ‘original flood story’ which we were re-enacting. We were certainly all severely tested throughout the weekend… and we… ahem… passed with… ‘flying colours’… (sorry)… 😉


    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2019 @ 20:26:20

      I totally agree Steve, I am just telling it as I saw it then. The sensible grown up me knows exactly that you made the correct decision for all the reasons you mention. Yes I must admit the the whole flood references did not escape me nor did the fact that you Sue and Steve and the rest of us were pushed to our limits. I have certainly grown. You did pass with flying colours 💜


  8. Anne Copeland
    May 08, 2019 @ 22:30:22

    What a memorable and beautiful weekend it must have been. Sue and Stuart, the two of you look absolutely amazing and full of life in this photo. It is one I will treasure forever. And Willow, I so appreciate that you covered this so well. Thank you for helping to bring the rest of into the event. That is really incredible, and I am so glad I got to be a distant part of it.That must be the most complex story you have ever enacted! It is really powerful! Thank you one and all!


    • willowdot21
      May 09, 2019 @ 04:49:44

      Hello Anne I hope you can feel included Sue, Stuart and Stevewas are writing about the weekend too. It was a wonderful event and everyone put their hearts and souls into it. It was sad that so many who wished to come had various problems beset them . I hope things are improving for everyone. 💜


  9. dgkaye
    May 10, 2019 @ 01:40:45

    Sounds fabulous. How wonderful Willow that you got to take part of Sue’s journeys into the past. ❤


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