Holy Light ?

This week Ive been on holiday on the North East coast. I decided to take an opportunity to visit the Holy Island known as Lindisfarne (bottom photo ) Due to the fact that the tide cuts off the access road for 6 hours at a time, my visit was brief. Owing to my young daughter I couldn't make the one mile walk to the castle, but I plan to in the future. Despite the fleeting visit, I noticed something very peculiar about the light that falls on this area. In fact it reminded me of the light that falls on the countryside that surrounds Glastonbury Tor ( top photo ) Basically even though the sun maybe over head, and the sky cloudless, the light has a tinted look to it, and shadows cloak the land, though no
obstacles or big hills are present. Once you leave said areas then the sunlight becomes brilliant and penetrating once again. This phenomenon gives such areas a gloomy atmosphere, maybe even a little tense. The land appears a dirty mauve colour. At first I thought it was my imagination, but ive seen this happen twice at Glastonbury now. Something is corrupting the light, or diminishing it. It seems to be prevalent at sites with a spiritual past. See my link to GLASTONBURY.

Glastonbury Abbey Ruins

A fuller picture of the scale of this building tells us that Glastonbury was high up the spiritual ladder


 

You can still sense the magic and awe that this place once inspired

 



The fish ponds are fed from what I presume are the same springs that emerge from under The Tor

 

 

Glastonbury Abbey was destroyed by Henry 8th's Reformation in the 1500's. The unfortunate Bishop was hung from The Tor tower that overlooks the surrounding area. A very macabre end !

 

The Carp above were in the abbey ponds, and were more than happy to be fed bread ect..

 

( cant get these photo's to line up. Grrrrrr  ! )

A new reality beyond irreality / This is a new age for me .

I shall tell what I found this week at Glastonbury. I have mentioned this to a few people in real life as they say, and it hasn't gone down well. Christians mock my fear, some people crack jokes. Of course some find it just not remarkable as I have a certain reputation for strange out looks. Have I become a " mimic ? " . I have talked so long on things in a subjective way as all mysticism must be portrayed ,but last week I experienced something CONCRETELY  REAL !!!   This is a majour change. My mind is not on the everyday. This may have huge repercussions in the way this summer maps out. Odd things have started happening already... I feel humble and small. I have tears in my eyes. Why ?

The Tor visited

I have just this evening returned from my holiday to Glastonbury. Mmmm, well Glastonbury is certainly all they report it to be, and I have returned with a few extra grey hairs ( and how I wish I was joking there ) What really took me by surprise was the general sense of tension in the otherwise beautiful country side, though in complete contrast there is also wonderfully sweet aroma in the air of the surrounding countryside that we don't seem to have in the North. Having said that I spent a lot of time, well every day feeling generally disorientated with no sense of direction at all, not even after travelling roads several times did I ever recognise them, so my sat-nav ended up doing all the work ! Yes, tense and disorienting describes Glastonbury, and Im not the only person who thinks this is so it now turns out... Only when I visited other surrounding areas could I truly relax . This is not a view you will find in a Glastonbury tourist brochure though ! Ahem....

  I have tried to capture a general darkness that hangs over the hills in the above photo of this area ( very Lovecraft ? ) Even on a bright sunny day the land appears shaded. This soon changes though once you leave the district and head for the coast. Summer then seems to burst through again, and the light is once again bright as it should be in summer. Yes leaving the town was a relief during the week. Generally a dusk type light seemed to cover the views that went on for miles, this however  lasted  all day somehow. As night drew in this was amplified and the real dusk just seemed a continuation .There was also an atmosphere of Autumn in the air at times. Summer seemed to be stifled , or smothered as did any positive atmosphere. A terrible gloom seemed in the air. Glastonbury seems under a dark spell . A very funny mixture then, beauty and darkly repressed landscape. Not what I expected at all .



Of course my first site to visit was the legendary Tor, and no, I was not in a mystical mood due to having to find a back lane to park on as I couldn't have my daughter walking up the long hill to the hill that contained the Tor. It was hot. I with a few others were given an amateur tour by what I expect was a local making a few pounds on the side. He told me to stand In a Ley line, but I felt nothing at all, and was not impressed really at all.
  I did however later in the week find myself feeling the the full force of what passes through the Tor, and hence the extra grey hairs Ive returned with, but that's for another post soon. I need a little time to think about exactly what I experienced and why ?. Im rattled.
  My guide did however tell me that a Ley line that passes through the Tor continues to Tintagel, and that got my full attention. I explained to him my past experiences there, and he couldn't get away from me fast enough ! That's a pity as he had some divining rods with him that he said anyone on the tour could try their hand at them later on. I had been looking forward to a dabble, maybe its just as well I never got the chance after what the next day brought...

The legendry, and not to be underestimated Tor....