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Showing posts with label Shakespeare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shakespeare. Show all posts

Monday, 30 July 2012

Right Direction


The Alchemical Secrets of Glastonbury Tor
by Ishtar Babilu Dingir
Since its starring role in Danny Boyle’s 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 these lands, they reveal to me some of their secrets. And so I can share with you what I know, and also the thoughts of those more expert than me.
In a nutshell, Glastonbury Tor is a huge vortex of spiritual and temporal power for these Isles of Wonder. Wnen Alfred the Great was trying to recapture them back from the Vikings, in the 9th century, he was camped out near here. But before that, as a child of just six, he had been sent to Rome to learn the great arts and his curriculum would have included magical alchemy, as this was practised by the monks of that time. And so it is my belief that Alfred used the power of the Michael and Mary leylines, which intertwine in a kind of etheric fertility dance to create the incredble vortic energies of Glastonbury Tor, to change who held the power in the land.  After signing a treaty with the Vikings,  to consolidate his power,  a series of campaigns by Edward Elder and his sister, Aethelflaed, known as the Lady of the Mercians, swiftly saw off the countrymen of Eric Bloodaxe and Ragnald son of Sygtrygg ~ and they haven’t been back since!
Of course, it’s no great news that the powers-behind-the-thrones use their knowledge of the occult to maintain their position at the top of the pyramid. But that they have been doing so since the 9th century may be new. I’m not saying that this is necessarily a good or a bad thing. It’s mainly those who haven’t shaken off their Christian conditioning that are terrified of magic and automatically assume anyone using it must be the devil in disguise. It’s just another way of wielding power ~ and the word ‘occult’ means ‘hidden’ because it is performed away from the prying eyes of those who would wish to stop it, of whom there have been more than a few over the past couple of thousand years. But it’s clear that whoever does rule world affairs knows about the power of  magical ritual and ceremony on the psyches of the masses, which in itself is a kind of alchemy that creates new life, or new realities, and this is also a form of magic.
I was reminded of this during the Olympic Stadium scenes which brought to life the dreams and nightmares of the children of Great Ormond Street Hospital and alluded to the creation its main benefactor, J M Barrie, Peter Pan ~ who I’m sure most have figured out is the great fertility god Pan, rumours of who’s death have been greatly exaggerated. These same dreams were also referred to when the words of Caliban from Shakespeare’s The Tempest, were delivered by the actor Kenneth Branagh as he stood on the Olympic Glastonbury Tor.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.

- Shakespeare’s The Tempest, III, ii

It has always been the role of the wandering storyteller, bard, minstrel or poet to broadcast to the masses, through drama, tales and music, the stories that kings and princes want us to dream, in order to shape our day-to-day realities. And in these difficult and dangerous times, it was obviously felt that there was a need for a new and freshly inspired story while also harking back to our roots, to give us a sense of continuity and connection. Whatever story we’re told, if it’s told well enough, we will take it into ourselves and make it our own, so that when questioned upon it later, we will defend it to the hilt as if we had thought of it ourselves. This is because the story enters into our deepest subconscious through a kind of alchemy.