Waters of Avalon
An ivy throne, water worn stone,
Fae King and Queen are wed.
Salt breeze smell, elemental swells,
Bears holly streaks of red.
Find a treasure, seeking pleasure,
Where pilgrims dare to walk.
Crack in the edifice, calcite crevices,
Cascading streams of chalk.
From deep within the form of things,
From death unto rebirth.
Autumn, summer, winter, springs
A song to soothe the earth.
Tir Na Nog, Tylwyth Teg,
King and Queen; Sidhe sings.
On lakeland hill, an island still,
precious water springs.
On the threshold into blackness,
Hear the waters, smell incense on the air,
Darkness beckons – dare,
Vast cavern, embracing chamber,
Candlelight ripples, pools consciousness,
Pathways to providence,
Deep in the well, stare into water,
where mystery dwells, follow the track,
Flips under, over and back
Into the gateway, otherworld bidding,
Time shifting altar, Seasons of day to day,
The King of the Realm of Fae,
Wildwood Lord, strength of stag,
Graceful yielding to treasure within,
The heartbeat of Nature,
Upstream, a salmon’s step, calls deeper, deeper,
Living hazel bower, holding Brigit’s Fire
To incite, inflame, desire,
Peace of rushing water, Memory remains,
hidden in veins, quickening blood,
A fervent flood,
The waters pull, impassioned call,
Deep cold cauldron, The Lady of Avalon,
Waters of purification,
The depth of spirit, breath leaves body,
Sensation, creation, embody.
Dark, then embark into the sun,
Brand new day begun.
In the courtyard, Ground red, Sky blue,
No thing to say, nothing to do
Just to be,
At peace in sanctuary.
Please come along to our
White Spring Presentation
Glastonbury Assembly Rooms
Tuesday 17th September at 7pm
and a focus group meeting Saturday 5th October at 1.30pm – location TBC
SOS – Save Our Spring
The White Spring in Glastonbury needs your help. There is a real risk that we will be forced to close unless we get more support! The owner is no longer able to generously support financially towards the annual costs as he has in previous years. Over the next year the current custodians are needing to step back to start focusing on other projects.
Why save the White Spring?
Know where your water is… Free wholesome spring water is provided to all who come to collect it.
The White Spring is not just in Glastonbury, it is in the hearts of many people all across the world; people who cherish the place. This sanctuary has become a vital sacred site to thousands of pilgrims and visitors. Many people comment that it is one of the most beautiful and unique spiritual locations they have visited in the world.
In dedication to the spiritual energies of this place, we have created sacred pools and shrines within the sanctuary. It is an expression of gratitude for the gift of pure water. It is a sanctuary, a place of reflection, inspiration and healing. It is a sacred site of great depth and beauty. It is a living temple.
Individuals and groups from all spiritual paths and traditions who come in peace are welcomed. In true temple tradition, no-one is charged or paid. Every individual who contributes does so from the heart. All is freely and lovingly given. All that is done here is done for the love of it.
The White Spring has become a prominent tourist attraction visited by more than a hundred visitors each day, and many more during peak times. The restoration of this wonderful building has impacted positively on the local area. There is a much improved atmosphere in Wellhouse lane as a consequence of the dedication of helpers who encourage peaceful respect from all visitors. This has created a wonderful loving sanctuary nestled at the base of Glastonbury Tor.
What help do we need?
Contributions can be made via http://www.whitespring.org.uk/pages/contribute.html#ancHeader
This is an urgent call out for our local and world-wide community to increase the generous support for this well-loved place. It must now be financially self sustaining. We are putting together standing order forms for friends of the White Spring and direct debit mandates for those who wish to contribute regularly – together we can do this x
As well as continued financial support, we also need physical help. A strong team is needed to hold this space. We have a dedicated small group of volunteers who open up for the public, which is wonderful, and we need much more than this now. We need help with maintenance, ceremony, events, financial support, admin and logistics.
For The White Spring to continue as a free, open to all sanctuary much more input is needed. The custodians have agreed to spend the next six months gathering physical support and funds, after this the team will look at the situation again.
This is an exciting opportunity for the whole community to get involved. The need for other people to step up is pressing. There will be a presentation to the community, for supporters of the White Spring, on Tuesday 17th September at Glastonbury Assembly Rooms. A focus group meeting is scheduled for 5th October.
We have written a summary of the tasks involved in the provision of this remarkable place which will be available at the presentation/meeting. It is amazing how much is achieved by so few people. There are simply not enough of us, or enough hours in the day to continue as we have been.
With just a drop of dedication from each member of our White Spring community, this place will become an even more magnificent water temple, and will be kept free, ‘For The Love Of It’ forever.
Please come along and/or contribute to help Save Our Spring.
A dog greets us with wagging tail,
A salmon leaps from head of lamb.
Bull looks over dundon twins,
On milky way’s ecliptic stand.
As crab crawls up to lions mane,
The great beast lifts his head across,
And lady holds aloft the grain,
Ecliptic cross of equinox.
Lifting up to eternal dove,
Flying into scorpion claw.
The archer takes a careful aim,
And goat foot god stands by the door,
Where water flows, eternal rain,
And salmon turns to leap again.
And so complete the circle round,
Of secrets marked in sacred ground.
Lisa Goodwin – August 2013
I am a living mythology.
An ancient future,
Of legends unfolding.
I am life evolving.
I am transformation.
An amalgamation of change.
Is the mind in the body,
or the body in the mind?
I am completely deranged,
I am all seeing blind.
Nature tricks and trips us,
The quick fix guru trip.
Flipping from that to this;
I am ascended master,
I am sovereignty seeking salvation.
I am restless humanity.
Not content, not consenting;
I am polite profanity.
I am a roaring lion,
All about the town.
Sleeping by your feet,
I found the stolen crown.
The dragon awakened,
I am the world forsaken.
A beating heart of unicorn,
I am both the hunter,
and the horn.
I am the fallen.
And the carrion;
The clarion call,
I am the calling.
I am the law keeper.
The murder of crows.
I am the death throws of humanity.
I am the dreamer of dreams,
Of unfolding themes,
And song line streams.
Unpicking the seams of cultural leanings.
I am nagual dreaming.
Black on black.
I am the second attention lift.
The cosmic shift.
Web less spider slipping.
I am the last thread to snip.
In the folly of futility,
I am mutability.
A breathing dialogue,
A bleeding monologue.
I am the word,
And the word Is.
I am a dog,
Pulled up from,
The black tarmac,
To suck up disbelief.
I am comic relief.
I brought home the golden fleece.
I am the magician.
The keeper of the peace,
Dancing with The Queen of Heaven.
I am Jonah in the whale.
An extraordinary library.
Akashic hall absurdity,
Of patterns upon patterns,
Web upon web.
I am the wizard thread.
I am emptiness dancing.
Asleep perchance to dream.
I am no thing.
I am every thing.
I am Alice in Avalon.
Where’s the rabbit hole gone?
Who I was is done.
And all I’ve done,
Is babble on.
I’m a wizard, a sorceress,
A bard, a druid.
I am timeless fluid.
A button to press,
or be pressed.
What I have learned.
I might be …
I could be …
I should be …
I would be …
No thing matters to me.
I am Sidhe of the sea.
I am the story.
Shall Times best resource lie in earth untouched?
Unsullied by the greed of human hand?
Beauty, spoils of Earth, energy from dust.
Gas discovered in shale beneath the land,
And lo! A fracking head is in the sand.
Oh, what strong heart can hold the earthquake back?
Forestall the shaking land from our demise.
And who would stand against hydraulic frack?
Uncover all the engineering lies,
And take those needy blinkers from our eyes.
Who will protect and clear the sacred water?
Who holds the sand back in the hourglass?
Safeguarding the land of sons and daughters,
Against our want for electric and gas,
And the consumable needs of the mass.
As our energy needs drift on the air,
Wind of volatile organic compounds.
Corporate interest is stealing a share,
Of the treasure to be found underground.
Oh, forever the fault line shall resound.
Unless we treat the Earth with compassion,
Surely her wrath will boil up in the shale,
Gaia’s heart burns with a fire and passion,
Her treasure and jewels cannot be for sale.
Fracking; the herald of ultimate fail.
And the fires will burn on the waters,
Poison and toxins collide in the air.
The earth she will shake and quake and falter,
Elemental disturbance everywhere.
Can we really afford to stand and stare?