08-10-2010, 06:58 AM
The legends of king Arthur make frequent mention of a mythical island named avalon which is located somewhere near Glastonbury in England. It might actually be the site of Glastonbury cathedral.
This legend is highly edited due to years of oral tradition. And is Englands very own Atlantis or Shangri-La..
The story is that at a time when magic was common and the fae and mythical beasts still roamed the land there was a sacred place from where priests ruled the land with wisdom and peace. Then the modern ways came in carrying Christianity with it. At first the two worlds lived together peacefully. But peace led to competition. As less and less people were open to the ways of Avalon the country began to tear in two. At one side there was the mythical and magical paganism. On the other hand the modern and the Christian. The two lost sight of each other. It is thought on the path we followed that Avalon was ruined, that on the ruins of Avalon the Glastonbury cathedral was built.
However, some say that Avalon was never lost. It is another track in possibility. Those who followed that path. The fay and the mythological beasts are still alive. And living in a realm co-located with our earth. This realm can according to myth be reached by stepping through fairy circles. And by those who either guided by Will-o'-the-wisp's or through training who can follow the paths leading from here to Avalon.
The difference between the realms is a difference in frequency. Often those who have the right energy can catch glimpses of Avalon and it's inhabitants. It's inhabitants also sometimes travel our world.
The analogy with 4th density is obvious. And together with the legends of the aboriginal dreamtime strengthens the idea that 4th density is not a state that is going to appear out of nothing as soon as we're able to perceive it. It's already here, and many of us have visited there or at least glimpsed it. Many of Avalon travel around our world.
But the duality is not just in the land... There are many suggestions that some people are dual natured, living in both realms at the same time.
Wanderers.
The Fairy Child
From the low white walls and the church's steeple
From our little fields under grass or grain,
I'm gone away to the fairy people
I shall not come to the town again.
You may see a girl with my face and tresses,
You may see one come to my mother's door
Who may speak my words and may wear my dresses.
She will not be I, for I come no more.
I am gone, gone far, with the fairies roaming,
You may ask of me where the herons are
In the open marsh when the snipe are homing,
Or when no moon lights nor a single star.
On stormy nights when the streams are foaming
And a hint may come of my haunts afar,
With the reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,
But I come no more to Ballynar.
Ask Father Ryan to read no verses
To call me back, for I am this day
From blessings far, and beyond curses.
No heaven shines where we ride away.
At speed unthought of in all your stables,
With the gods of old and the sons of Finn,
With the queens that reigned in the olden fables
And kings that won what a sword can win.
You may hear us streaming above your gables
On nights as still as a planet's spin;
But never stir from your chairs and tables
To call my name. I shall not come in.
For I am gone to the fairy people.
Make the most of that other child
Who prays with you by the village steeple
I am gone away to the woods and wild.
I am gone away to the open spaces,
And whither riding no man may tell;
But I shall look upon all your faces
No more in Heaven or Earth or Hell.
~by Lord Dunsanay
This legend is highly edited due to years of oral tradition. And is Englands very own Atlantis or Shangri-La..
The story is that at a time when magic was common and the fae and mythical beasts still roamed the land there was a sacred place from where priests ruled the land with wisdom and peace. Then the modern ways came in carrying Christianity with it. At first the two worlds lived together peacefully. But peace led to competition. As less and less people were open to the ways of Avalon the country began to tear in two. At one side there was the mythical and magical paganism. On the other hand the modern and the Christian. The two lost sight of each other. It is thought on the path we followed that Avalon was ruined, that on the ruins of Avalon the Glastonbury cathedral was built.
However, some say that Avalon was never lost. It is another track in possibility. Those who followed that path. The fay and the mythological beasts are still alive. And living in a realm co-located with our earth. This realm can according to myth be reached by stepping through fairy circles. And by those who either guided by Will-o'-the-wisp's or through training who can follow the paths leading from here to Avalon.
The difference between the realms is a difference in frequency. Often those who have the right energy can catch glimpses of Avalon and it's inhabitants. It's inhabitants also sometimes travel our world.
The analogy with 4th density is obvious. And together with the legends of the aboriginal dreamtime strengthens the idea that 4th density is not a state that is going to appear out of nothing as soon as we're able to perceive it. It's already here, and many of us have visited there or at least glimpsed it. Many of Avalon travel around our world.
But the duality is not just in the land... There are many suggestions that some people are dual natured, living in both realms at the same time.
Wanderers.
The Fairy Child
From the low white walls and the church's steeple
From our little fields under grass or grain,
I'm gone away to the fairy people
I shall not come to the town again.
You may see a girl with my face and tresses,
You may see one come to my mother's door
Who may speak my words and may wear my dresses.
She will not be I, for I come no more.
I am gone, gone far, with the fairies roaming,
You may ask of me where the herons are
In the open marsh when the snipe are homing,
Or when no moon lights nor a single star.
On stormy nights when the streams are foaming
And a hint may come of my haunts afar,
With the reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,
But I come no more to Ballynar.
Ask Father Ryan to read no verses
To call me back, for I am this day
From blessings far, and beyond curses.
No heaven shines where we ride away.
At speed unthought of in all your stables,
With the gods of old and the sons of Finn,
With the queens that reigned in the olden fables
And kings that won what a sword can win.
You may hear us streaming above your gables
On nights as still as a planet's spin;
But never stir from your chairs and tables
To call my name. I shall not come in.
For I am gone to the fairy people.
Make the most of that other child
Who prays with you by the village steeple
I am gone away to the woods and wild.
I am gone away to the open spaces,
And whither riding no man may tell;
But I shall look upon all your faces
No more in Heaven or Earth or Hell.
~by Lord Dunsanay
