Lord of the Deep. Trees and Plants.

After the second Drama on the Saturday morning of the Silent Eye Workshop we had a break, then a presentation from Lorraine Munn on The Natural World and Man. Lorraine is a Druid and she is a mentor with O B O D and an ordained minister with the One Spirit Interfaith Foundation.
Lorraine spoke to us about how there is so much in Nature that is spiritual and it’s relationship to man.

Lorraine is a warm and knowledgeable woman who made us all stop and think. She suggested that we can learn a lot from plants and trees. Lorraine is very wise about trees she can commune with them.

I shall not attempt to repeat her presentation because I do not want to misquote or misrepresent her in any way.

I love nature and I have always loved trees. I often find myself drawn to them and can spend hours in their company.

Bend with the wind,go with the flow

So wise, with knowledge we will never know.

Bare in the winter

Silent in snow

Covered in blossom in spring

Birds nest in your branches and sing

Summer brings green leaves

And you give us shade

Autumn’s hues are a sight to behold

Covering the ground in carpets of red and gold.

Trees know so much, they see so much. We use them to build, for warmth, for furniture. We give little back. We, humans as a race are users. Vast forests and jungles are cleared in the name of progress.

Hopefully with the splinters and ashes and discarded furniture the trees go back into mother Earth so new ones may grow.

Trees and vegetation were here before us, they will be here when we are gone.

Yes Lorraine is right we can learn a lot from nature. Trees and plants have been here so much longer than we have. Animals too can teach us so much. Have you ever been privileged enough to have a close encounter with, a fox, deer or even domestic animals. The knowledge in their eyes is beautiful.

Ruby (sitting) and her friend Quala. They are both Guide Dogs, though Ruby is now retired and lives with us.

Yes Lorraine confirmed my feelings on our relationship with Nature and gave me a lot to think about.

Our Acer we have only had it a year but we hope it will grace us with it presence for a long time to come.

Lord of the Deep. Saturday Morning.

After breakfast we met in the the temple to first to discuss and then to perform Ritual Drama Two. A second self.

“Aruru moistened her hands
She pinched off clay
She kneaded it…
She shaped her idea into it
Then she threw it into the wilderness…”

Does that remind you of anything, it does me. Yes it truly reminds me of how “God” made Adam. ..

Steve read the above verse to us before we entered the temple. It was only the second time I had entered the temple as Limma but somehow I didn’t need the script I was guided in. First in line with Fate Ia to my left with the other four fates behind us, we followed Gilgamesh in, bowing to the temple guardian on entering. We walk towards the throne bow, to the king of Urk and the East and peel off to our spheres.

We are seated Anu and Aruru carry out the Cencing of the temple. The Guardian seals the temple.

As Anu and Aruru sit Enkidu stands and faced East. I as Limma rise also to face the East. I hold the mask of the voice destiny infront of me. I introduce Enkidu. I explained who he is and what he is. I tell how he is one with the animals of the wilderness.

One day he is seen by a trapper who is terrified by what he sees. He runs off to the great city to tell the king of this man beast.

To the music of the planet moon.

I with the other fates move around the Hexaflow we pass the mask of the voice of destiny to eachother and exchange spheres.

Fate Min takes up the story of the trapper who saw Enkidu at the watering – hole.

She tells how the trapper is in fear of Gilgamesh and how Gilgamesh enjoys the poor man’s fear. Almost ridiculing him, then finally threatening him that there will be consequences if he is not telling the truth.

Gilgamesh (seated on throne, is deep in thought, recalling his dream and the prophecy of his mother. He says, ( quietly…)My twin, eh? Uncivilised, is it?(Then decisively…) Very well, let us see what civilising influence can be brought to bear upon him. Go to the temple of Ishtar. Instruct the Priestess Shamhat, by my command, to accompany you. Take her into the wilderness. When the wild-man approaches the watering-hole let her employ all the arts of love to seduce him. When he succumbs, the animals will leave him forever. He will no longer be a part of the herd. Go now and do as you have been instructed.Gilgamesh stands and points towards the West over the Trapper’s head.

And so the trapper leaves to do as he was bid.

To the music of Mars

I and the other fates move around the Hexaflow exchanging places and the mask of the voice of destiny.

Fate Issu takes up the tale. She tells us how the Trapper has arrived at the temple and goes straight to speak with the high priestess Shamhat.

The trapper tells Shamhat about the wild-man and Gilgamesh’s demands.

The priestesses is not best pleased, saying that the king has no right to command her ..no one but her Divine Council may do that.

The trapper points out he is only the messenger.

Shamhat consults with the Devine Council. Anu informs her she must do the king’s bidding.

To the music of the planet Mercury. I join the other Fates and we walk the Hexaflow exchanging places and the mask of the voice of destiny.

Fate Ia (faces the East, holds the Voice of Destiny mask before her face and she tells us.
Then Shamhat called upon the Divine Council. She summoned the Priesthood of the Seven to aid her in what must be done.
The Divine Council come forward from the East, with their veils plainly visible, draped at the waist from their cordeliers. They stand in an arc before and around Shamhat, with right to left,
Nanna, Gugalanna, Enki, Enlil, Inanna, Ninurta, and Utu.
Shamhat rises to stand before them and bows her head.
During the following interchanges Ninsun acts as an intermediary between the Divine Council
and Shamhat. Ninsun walks around the back of the arc of the Divine Council from the left, to stand in front of each of them in turn.Priestess of Nanna opens the vesica around Ninsun, and ‘passes’ the white veil…Ninsun
My service is to he who sends the dreams of Men to sail the moonlit night. He gives you greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
You must follow the Trapper into the wilderness in search of Enkidu. On the first
night, give him this gift. (Takes white veil)
Drawn from the very substance of the lunar seas, this veil will give Enkidu the vision
of the tides of life. He will see how they ebb and flow, ever seeking a point of rest,

Ninsun
My service is to he who guides the hand of Man to strike or withhold. He gives you
greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
Of his substance, my god offers this gift. On the second night, you must give it to
Enkidu. (Takes red veil)
In war and in peace, Man must know when to act and when to be still. No more
must the wild man react from instinct; this veil will bring him the gift of discrimination, the freedom to choose his own path.
Priestess of Gugalanna closes the vesica around Ninsun…
Ninsun Steps forward to attach veil to Shamhat’s cloak. Bows and moves to the next position
along the arc of the Divine Council, in front of Enki.
Priestess of Enki opens the vesica around Ninsun, and ‘passes’ the grey veil…
Ninsun
My service is to he who bears the Word twixt the earth and the heavens. He gives
you greeting. (Bows to Shamhat)
The Word of the gods is echoed in the speech of Man. On the third night, you must give this gift to Enkidu.

So Ninsun, brings greetings and instructions for Shamhat from each of the Devine Council.

The devine Council through Ninsun has given Shamhat a different coloured veils to give to Enkidu.

So Shamhat takes her cloak and the veils and leaves with the trapper to find the wild man.

It takes them three days to reach the watering-hole, then they have to wait for two days more until the wild man arrives .

The trapper tells Shamhat to catch the wild man’s eye and he will succumb to her charms.

The two hold eachother’s gaze.

The to music of Jupiter I join the fates as before.

Then we all speak in turn.

Fate Imin (turns to face the east) and says
For six days… and seven nights… the dance was joined.

Fate Ia
The glories above were un-named…

Fate Limma
The word for that world beneath, unuttered…

Fate Ash
Source and time, unfettered, merged…

Fate Ussu
From the mingling waves-of-water came mud and slime…

Fate Min
Enshar and Kishar, twin global halves, shone out of them.

Shamhat dances the dance of seven veils, Fate Ia explains what each coloured veil represents.

Enkidu falls deeper under Shamhat’s spell.

Again I join the other fates to walk the Hexaflow.

After a while Shamhat and Enkidu sleep.

The Divine Council in the East, led by Anu and Ninsun, perform the Communion,serving Gilgamesh first.
After finally serving themselves Anu and Ninsun take the Platter and Chalice to Sphere 9/0.
The Divine Council and other characters in the East are seated simultaneously.
All the Fates rise from their seats to stand, simultaneously
Anu sounds Chime… and Enkidu and Shamhat ‘awake’ and turn to face each other…
Enkidu (who can now speak)
A strange vision have I beheld whilst we slept.
Shamhat (laughing)
A dream, my love?
Enkidu (leaps to his feet and begins to pace the Enneagram space)
A dream, it was, of High and Noble Forms moving in well-ordered sequence, and
sharing… a meal?
Shamhat (rising to her feet also and moving towards the Sphere 9/0)
It is a final act of civilisation, my love. How we share the means and manner of our
existence here, together.
I shall show you.
Shamhat adds her blessing to the bread and wine and passes the platter to Enkidu.
Together Shamhat and Enkidu share the host with, the Guardian, the Fates and all
remaining characters who have not yet received it.
Finally, they serve themselves. They return the Platter and Chalice to the table in the East and are seated .

To the music of the Sun I with the other fates move around the Hexaflow we pass the mask of the voice of destiny to eachother and exchange spheres. When we are finished I am left standing facing East and holding the mask of the voice of destiny.

I tell of how Shamhat and Enkidu stayed out in the wilderness for days. Enkidu was puzzled when he could no longer join the animals, they ran from him and his speed was gone.

Shamhat explains that now he has united with a woman he is no longer a beast he is now a man. God like.

Shamhat decides that they will go and live with the shepherds outside Wall -Girt Uruk. Before they enter there. So they do.

Then one day Enkidu meets the trapper all dressed in his finest clothes. Curious, Enkidu asks him why is he dressed so. The trapper explains he is on his way to a wedding to celebrate.

He tells Enkidu that after the priest has blessed the couple, and the guests have rejoice it is the custom that the groom stands aside because Gilgamesh is first to mate with every new bride. This the trapper adds is what the Gods have decreed.

This angers Enkidu his own first taste of love fresh in his mind. He vows to stop Gilgamesh. He sets off for the city.

I then put down the mask of the voice of destiny and walk to the centre of the Enneagram and read from a scroll I was given earlier.

Listen, I will tell you a mystery…
A secret of the Gods…
King of Shuruppak, quickly, quickly You must tear down your house and build a
great vessel…
Leave your possessions, save your life.
The vessel must be round so that its length equals its width.
Build a roof over it just as the Great Deep is covered by the earth.
I understood the words of Ea. My Lord, I will obey your command as you have
spoken it.
But what shall I say when the people ask why I am building such a vessel.
“Tell them that you can no longer live in their city, that it is your fate to go down
into the Great Deep, tell them that an abundance of rain is coming…”

(And all the time back in Huxlow 2019 the rain is pouring, unknown to us )

When I have finished I return to my sphere, meanwhile the Temple Guardian unsealesq the temple.

Following my lead all the fates turn to the East then I lead them out, bowing to the Guardian as we leave. Then everyone else leaves.

***********

Well, there I was in the hallway with all the others, again Sue Stuart and Steve were telling us all how well we had done.

I could not grasp the time shift we had all made. Time and space laws defied.

Apparently it was time for a break, we were to meet in the library in fifteen minutes for a talk from Jan Malique entitled The offspring of silence.

You can read my thoughts on that here. Who wants to live forever.

Then Lunch… Goodness was it still the morning on the first full day of The Silent Eye Workshop, surely I had been in the wilderness outside Uruk for weeks?

I am confused. I have tried to give you a taste of the story and how we lived it. I have used different music to show that the story is timeless. The music in the temple was so beautiful too. Thank you to everyone involved.

Lord of the Deep.

Well it’s 5pm and I have just settled in a comfy position
on a very comfortable bed.

I have been traveling since 10am until 4pm and I am tired my back is screaming..

Where am I?

I am in Derbyshire and though it is wet and chilly it is a very beautiful place. The Nightingale center is very comfortable but even more important than the surroundings and the comfort I am about to embark on my first Silent Eye Workshop.

People have been arriving all afternoon and I am looking forward to seeing people I have met before and meeting new faces too. I have no idea or preconceived conceptions as to what I will learn these next three days. I am going forward with my mind , soul and ears open.

Eager to learn and open minded. I have read the work book and I can see many parallels with stories from holy books and fables from the mists of time. So I am ready to take a leap of faith.

Before the dawn of time

Before the flood

A man beast carved from spit and mud.

Taught a lesson to a king/ God

so fine.

So I may not be posting or reading as much for the next three days but I am thinking of you all.

Thursday photo prompt: Beneath #writephoto

What Lies Beneath

They say still waters run deep

Hiding the secrets that they keep.

Who knows what magic there might sleep.

Calling to you to take the leap.

Have you the will to brake the spell

Shatter the image, brake the shell.

Will it release heaven or hell

The answer is within, for you to tell.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt .

It is the second post about my experiences with The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

A Sea of Souls.

This is a mystical moment from this past weekend spent in Cumbria with The Silent Eye. The weekend was entitled The Full Circle : Finding your way home.

It was late morning on the second day of the course and we visited a ring of stones and trees. Physically there were eight of us present, (one of our number was unwell) After a few moments instead of the space of this large place holding only eight people I was aware that I was caught up in a crowd of thousands of souls. I have a fear of crowds and I was afraid. One tree called to me and drew me to it.

I did confide this to one of my companions and she assured me, as the tree had done, that I was safe. There is more to tell.

A Sea of Souls

Gently you called to me

Through the crowds of souls

You led me safely through a boiling sea.

I was trembling, frightened of drowning whole.

I had the word upon my lips

Whispering to you, I know you heard.

I was alive from toes to finger tips.

As you held me safe and shared with me my word.

Thursday photo prompt: Turning #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo‘s Thursday Photo Prompt. # writephoto. Rules and Pingback Here.

Paul stopped at the turn in the road, he dismounted his bike. He shielded his eyes as he looked across the valley, the sun low in the sky almost blinding.

Things are turning he thought to himself. Not only weather wise, from Autumn to Winter but also from frosty gently rolling hills and fields to steep stark snow covered mountains.

Where was this journey taking him. He had been traveling for eighteen months now and how his life had changed. He had met so many amazing people along the way.

They had all given him food for thought and he too had unwittingly helped many of them too. This young man on a bike looking for answers and offering help were needed.

The chill in the air took his breath away for a moment. Yes he felt it, was this it , was this it? Was this the turning, had he found the answers he was searching for. …He did feel better he did feel at peace. Suddenly he was exhausted, he got back his bike and headed down the valley towards the mountains.

He saw the smoke from the house before he took the turn. He put his bike by the back door and knocked.

She opened the door and smiled. “Welcome home Paul ……”

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