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Was Shakespeare a Fraud?

June 29th, 2011

My father spent most of his life battling against what he saw as the lie that Shakespeare wrote the plays attributed to him. In Western Esotericism his true identity has often been discussed. How pleased my dad would have been to see the subject finally being aired. There is now an MA programme dedicated to the ‘Authorship Question’ and this mainstream film is being released in September:

The Story

June 28th, 2011

Here is a wonderful guest post from Mara Freeman…

The Story

 Once upon a time, two wise and loving parents gave birth to a family of children. They poured so much love and guidance into their intelligent, beautiful offspring, that they grew up to be remarkably clever children. At first, they lived in their parents’ home, in Nature, where all that love and wisdom was around them, and they were very happy. But after a while, they became so clever, they started to create their own homes and their own lives: houses, artifacts, tools, clothes, ideas, pictures, books.

At first, the children’s creations reflected their parents’ world, and all was harmonious. But after a few more millennia passed, the children grew more and more sophisticated and the worlds they created were different from their parents – very clever, but not particularly wise and loving, for you see, they were still only children, if big children at that. It was as if they had created a giant play-room full of wonderful, fascinating things, and they became so immersed in this world, they forgot about their parents altogether. They forgot that any world existed outside their playroom.

After a while, they began to miss the deep love and wise guidance they once had from their parents, but found that they had made the playroom so real, so big, so encompassing, that it was very difficult to get outside it to find their parents at all. Some of the children put together package tours to help them find their parents. They called them “religions.” If you signed up for the package, a tour guide promised to lead you to the lost world of your parents. Some package tours were good, and took you to a part of the playroom where you had a good view of your parents’ world, but they never quite managed to take anyone beyond. Other package tours were run by children who pretended they were the only ones who could take you there, and made you promise to follow all sorts of strange rules in order to take you to your lost home. Some said you mustn’t enjoy sex; others said you had to eat special things. Some even told the children who signed up that the reason they couldn’t find their parents was because they were bad children, and their parents were very angry with them, and so had gone away.

But after a while, many children began to believe there really was no world other than their play-room. After all, what evidence was there? They denounced the children leading the package tours for fraud, and proclaimed that only the playroom was the real world.
But by this time, the play-room was looking a sorry sight. The children were so unhappy! There was fighting every where, and many children got hurt and killed. Even when they were not fighting with each other, and they turned to each other for love – well, they were just too immature to know how to give it like their parents did, and they always felt something was missing, for how could kids love kids as deeply as their parents could?

A very few children did manage to find their way beyond their play-room to their parents’ home. But when they returned, either they were called “mystics” and considered strange and special; or else nobody believed them. And by the early 21st century, things had got so messy and nasty in the playroom, and the children were so restless and unhappy, that many children just gave up hoping for anything better. They had given up believing there was a home to return to. Seeing this state of affairs, the children’s parents, who had been waiting patiently for years for their children to return, began to take some action. They had been waiting for their children to return of their own accord, because they knew it was not good for older children to be rescued by their parents. For part of growing up was learning to choose for yourself. So very subtly, they appeared in the dreams of some of their children, or very softly, called their names. Mostly the children were too busy in the play-room to notice, but at odd times, like when they were sick or very down – or very happy – they heard a whisper, felt a caress, and knew.
It was time to go home.

                                                               THE BEGINNING

 Mara’s Blog ‘Of Star and Stone’ can be found here: http://marafreeman.blogspot.com/

her websites here: www.chalicecentre.net : The Chalice Centre for Celtic Spirituality and Western Inner Traditions.

www.avalonmysteryschool.net : A training programmes in the Arts of Sacred Magic

www.celticspiritjourneys.com : Tours to Celtic Sacred Landscapes

Preparing for the Solstice on Glastonbury Tor

June 28th, 2011

The Druid social networking site and community resource Druidic Dawn has produced this video taken at our recent ceremony on Glastonbury Tor. As you can see the weather was wild, with rain at some points, but with the most beautiful landscape as a result – patches in rain, patches in sun. And early on you get a glimpse of the way in which someone has cut the grass on Chalice Hill to create a big heart shape – a beautiful and heart-warming sight!

John Dee – the New Opera

June 26th, 2011

Dr John Dee was one of the most significant figures in English history and her greatest magician, who features strongly of course in The Book of English Magic. Now, Damon Albarn of the band Blur has created an opera based on his life and it is being premiered at the Manchester International festival on the day of the eclipse – July 1st. Next year it will be in London at ENO. It looks terrific. The festival says:

There was once an Englishman so influential that he defined how we measure years, so quintessential that he lives on in Shakespeare’s words; yet so shrouded in mystery that he’s fallen from the very pages of history itself. That man was Dr Dee – astrologer, courtier, alchemist, and spy. Following the phenomenal success of Monkey: Journey to the West, Damon Albarn returns to the Manchester International Festival to breathe new life into one of England’s greatest minds.Director Rufus Norris, Damon Albarn and an outstanding cast of musicians and performers invite you to discover the mystical world of Dr Dee: An English Opera right here in Manchester, at the world premiere of Damon Albarn’s new work. Manchester International Festival

Here is a very brief trailer for it, followed by a clip of one song from the opera:

The Bee Ancestry Code

June 24th, 2011

Syrphe (syrphidae sp.) dans une fleur de cosmos Photo: Bresson Thomas

Downstairs Damh the Bard and composer Helen Glavin are working on the ‘The Healing Island of Moy Mell’, the fourth track of a two CD set we will be releasing on 10th July called ‘Sacred Nature’ (October 1st in a German-language version). With a focus on healing, the soundtracks incorporate the spoken word, song, music, and nature sounds with structures based upon Nature’s laws, expressed in the Golden Mean and the Fibonacci series. Meanwhile, upstairs, I learn about ‘The Bee Ancestry Code’. Wikipedia explains:
The bee ancestry code

Fibonacci numbers also appear in the description of the reproduction of a population of idealized honeybees, according to the following rules:
    If an egg is laid by an unmated female, it hatches a male or drone bee.
    If, however, an egg was fertilized by a male, it hatches a female.
Thus, a male bee will always have one parent, and a female bee will have two.
If one traces the ancestry of any male bee (1 bee), he has 1 parent (1 bee), 2 grandparents, 3 great-grandparents, 5 great-great-grandparents, and so on. This sequence of numbers of parents is the Fibonacci sequence.

Vincenzo Zitello – Magician of the Harp

June 22nd, 2011

At OBOD‘s Summer Gathering in Glastonbury this year we were blessed with the harp playing of Vincenzo Zitello: on the concert stage and in the opening meditation on Saturday and closing ceremony on Sunday. For us, Vincenzo played one harp, but sometimes he plays two at the same time! Look at this: