Last Monday evening, my old friend Jamie Geoge organised his thirty-fifth celebration of Rabbi Burns Night here in Glastonbury. Rabbie (a.k.a Robert) Burns is perhaps one of Scotland's most famous poets (1759 - 1796). I suspect that everyone has heard at least of one or two of his famous lines from his poems like - "Oh wad some power the gift to gie ous owad some power the gift to gie us to see ourselves as others see us." and "...The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft aglay (gone astray)."
Jamie George (second on left) and friends
listen to the Burns Night music
We gathered for this yearly celebration in a Fifteenth Century Hotel, the George and Pilgrim (a.k.a. 'the G and P') located at the bottom of the Glastonbury High Street. We were all kitted out in kilts and bits of tartan to consume a wonderful meal of cock a leekie soup, haggis (though it was offal, it was wonderful ; ), and a very tasty bread pudding for dessert. Oh yes, and a large measure - no, several large measures - of marvellous single malt scotch whiskey. This was followed by the mandatory poems by said poet and others, bag pipe music, and some wonderful singing. It was a fine wee evening.
Sadly, the next day, we learned of the death of Scottish dowser Hamish Miller who passed away in his sleep at home after a Burns Night celebration down in Cornwall. Hamish was undoubtedly one of the most important Earth Energy dowsers of the past thirty years. His seminal book, The Sun and the Serpent (written with Paul Broadhurst), was about the Michael and Mary lines that he dowsed running from St Michael's Mount up through some of England's most important ancient sites including Glastonbury Tor and Avebury and up further to the northeast to the North Sea coast. Hamish went on to write about the Apollo Line running from Israel to the northwest through Italy and France's Mont St.Michel and St. Michael's Mount in Cornwall, and on to Ireland and Skellig Michael - the farthest western isle in Erie. Of special interest to Hamish in the past few years is Parallel Community, of which he was a founding member.
So aside from these event's proximity to the first of February, what do they have to do with Imbolc? In the Celtic cycle of the year, and of things in general, the seed (think winter wheat) for the new is planted at Samhain on, or about, the first of November, the Celtic New Year. It lies dormant through the cold and dark Winter Solstice and snowy January, and abruptly moves for the first time on it's own by springing out its cotillidon, at Imbolc - all things in this time of Climate Change being equal - about now. This is the equivalent of the quickening in the human gestation cycle. Ideas that were planted in this case by Rabbie and Hamish are now moving on their own.
In Scotland, there is a growing movement for independence. And with Hamish's contributions to our art, it is also time for dowsing to stand on its own. Too long we have been defending it against the onslaughts of the rational scientific mind-set. Yes, of course, scientific methodology has brought us many benefits; however, this mind-set also keeps people who haven't personally experienced the other side from accepting it as 'real.' This is the case with archaeoastronomy - as most archaeologists haven't been at an ancient site when it aligns with a significant sunrise or set, so all they have to go on is the complicated math that they are not equipped to understand - and besides, those builders were 'primitive savages' anyway. (Not.) Sacred Geometry is another example that can not be 'grocked' (to use a word from Henleine) by the left brain alone. It MUST be drawn with the hand. It must be experienced directly. The same is true of dowsing, and Hamish has helped many to "see/experience/gnow" the reality of this ancient art.
The dowsing seed that he helped to plant is beginning to move on its own. And it's about time.
The Lid of Chalice Well
There is one special magical connection Hamish and I share in common that you might not know about. It has to do with the lid of the Chalice Well here in Glastonbury. Back when I was a Trustee there, the old wooden lid of the well (that had been made of plywood) needed replacing, so I donated a new one of oak. At the same time Hamish, an excellent blacksmith, was engaged to make a new piece of iron work for the inside of the lid similar to the design on the top which had been done by Bligh Bond in the nineteen-twenties. (As the lid is always open when the Well is open for visitors, it is difficult for them to see Bond's design.)
They aren't identical. Bond's had the Spear of Destiny pointing upward through the minor axis of the vesica pisces. Beating swords into plough shears, you can see that Hamish turned his spear point into a heart. Hamish always had a big one of those.
Peace Be With You, Hamish.
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