The last I can write of Gilgamesh.

Back in June I wrote ”As I am nearing the end of my account of my feelings and experiences at The Silent Eye Spring Workshop I find I want to linger with the memories and stop time.

I had joined the Silent Eye Work Shop back in April to learn what I could about Gilgamesh and his quest for immortality. In fact I learned a lot about myself and I am still learning.

I met some amazing people who by their example and knowledge taught me so mugh. It is strange that these beautiful people who I hardly knew, brought me to tears of sadness and beautiful joy. I feel so privileged to have been included I felt safe and, yes even loved.

I had previously been on a weekend with the Silent Eye last December which had also been a revelation. Sadly and not for want of trying I hoped to join them all in September and December this year but the fates decided that was not to be.

Going back to Gilgamesh I wrote at length about my experiences of that weekend. Yet as I said I just could not write about the end of that weekend…… I still cannot, not because I am not capable or I can not remember, no because I feel I have not finished learning from it . I want to keep it in my heart and let the lessons I learned grow.

I am going to do my best to attend the April workshop in Derbyshire again for

The Silent Eye Annual Workshop 2020

Great Hucklow, Derbyshire

17-19 April 2020

Where Beauty Sleeps

I am hoping the fates will smile on me and help me accomplish this new part of my journey.

So for now Gilgamesh sleeps in my heart.

Information on the Silent Eye, a modern mystery school, and their events read here.

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.

Lord of the Deep and a glass of wine.

As the first Ritual Drama came to an end and the Temple Guardian unsealed the Temple.

I find I am leading the fates out, bowing to the East and then to the Guardian as we leave. I stand in the hallway and I truly wonder just what had happened. I felt as if I was still Limma but there were Sue and Stuart thanking us for our hard work . So I guess I was back in the present.

Sue announces that we are meeting at the pub which is literally next door. I can’t get my head round that really. I end up asking Steve, Katie, Sue and Stuart if they are going to the pub because I still feel otherworldly. They must think I am an alcoholic!

Some of our number are too tired after traveling and go straight to bed. I go to my room and change, I begin to feel a little more myself and decided to join the others at the pub.

I meet some companions at the door and we go to the pub. We all all meet up those of us who have not fallen into the arms of Morpheus.

We all had a great chat and discussed what we had done and what we would do tomorrow. I knew I was among friends.💜

Lord of the Deep: Three.

The music stops and we are seated, I look at The Enneagram and wonder how I will cope with walking it and the Hexaflow. Suddenly I am snapped back to Sumer something is happening.

Anu and Aruru rise simultaneously (carrying chimes) and make their way from their seats at
withdrawn 3 and 6 respectively on to spheres 3 and 6 of the Enneagram. Once there they bow to each other and then turn east and move simultaneously along the triangle lines to withdrawn 0/9 respectively (having crossed).
Once there they turn to face each other, bow to each other, and then each strike their chime. As the chimes fade they turn to face the west and then proceed around the Enneagram from their respective sides.
I learn that this is called censing the Temple. I feel, relaxed and blessed to be here among these beautiful people who all seemed to know what is happening.

Then the story begins. Gilgamesh is demanding that Shamhat the High priestess of the Temple show him her favours. Shamhat points out very forcefully that she is a woman who is ruled by no man.

Sue describes so much better than I can, the story of what happens next, the whys and how’s of the Gods deciding to have Gilgamesh a balancing twin made. How Aruru makes Enkidu out of clay and her and her spit. Please read here.

Now as I think back I hear this song in my head as I see Shamhat and Gilgamesh arguing , Anu calling for Aruru sounding like a siren. Aruru making Enkidu out of clay and spittle.
Gilgamesh dreaming strange dreams that his mother explains.

In-between I walk the Hexaflow carrying the mask of destiny, each time growing in confidence, each time instinctively growing.

My dreams are now populated with strange and ancient people and sights.

Lord of the Deep: I begin my journey.

We had rehearsed, we had got ready in our robes. I was in deepest, wettest Derbyshire and yet….

As we all stood outside the double doors listening to a man in a skirt reading us the introduction text.

“To empty the wells,

To empty the wells of the land,

To empty the shallow wells of the land,

To empty the deep wells furnished with hoisting ropes”

********

I began to question where and when I was. Was I willow or Limma.

Gilgamesh knocked upon the the double doors of the Peach Room for the last time. From then on they would be the temple doors.

The Guardian of the temple opened the doors. Gilgamesh strode in, inclining his head towards the Guardian. Then as one the six fates I lined up behind him.
We enter in order

Fate Ia Fate Limma

Fate Imin Fate Min

Fate Ussu Fate Ash

Then everyone else,

Anu and Aruru are to bring up the rear of these procession.

******

Then the music begins

Suddenly I am Limma, and I am back in the ancient land of Sumer. I feel the sun warm me and the sand hot between my toes.

I see the temple and outside I see The Eternal City of Uruk.

I start my journey.

Image from Pixabay

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.

At Andrew’s Parish Church and Graveyard

After we left the ruins of Penrith Castle we made our way down through the town to St Andrew’s Parish Church, described perfectly by Sue Vincent here at The Silent Eye.

Now Sue has described the church beautifully in the above article, so I am going to show some photos and leave you some poetry of my feelings of the place .

The Church

Warm

Safety

The church felt

So welcoming

Dressed bright for Christmas

I was at once at home

Though not all of our number

Felt the warm and soft vibrations

Strange, animosity and fear

What different feelings were given here.

The Graveyard

Please don’t lay me in the ground

Where spinners and giants can be found.

Gravestones tell their tales

Of poets, families and a centurions travails.

There be giants there too

Every word I say is true.

So as the dusk began to grow

We knew it was time to go .

And later to meet and share a meal

To discuss the day and how it made us feel.

More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

Penrith Castle’s Tale.

I wish I had taken more photos. I was so taken up in the moment that my phone stayed mostly in my pocket. There among the stones and walls, I was there but not.

I did not see wind swept ruins in the heart of Penrith, I saw a home, with galleries, staircases, kitchens and all covered with beautiful tapestries and curtains. I could feel life in this place and it felt nice.

The Castle’s Secrets.

What

secrets

do you hold.

Echos of days

Of old. History

Unfolds holding so much

Reaching through time you touch me

I see, clear, your former glory

You told me your fascinating tale

Through time and space your history prevails.


More thoughts from The Silent Eye‘s : The Full Circle : Finding your way home, weekend in Cumbria.

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.

Excuses, Excuses!

Hello everyone, I have been away in Mexico and now I am back , washing, ironing, shopping, dog walking, cooking and cleaning.

I going away again from Thursday to Monday up to Cumbria to The Silent Eye’s December workshop, Full Circle: Finding the way home.
The course doesn’t start until Friday but I am traveling up the day before so as not to be stressed. I am really looking forward to this course.

I am very behind with reading and posting, please forgive me and be patient with me while I get my act back together.

Love to you all, normal service will resume as soon as possible.💜💜💜

willow 💜

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