Today's blog is more of a rant than just my normal mystical musings. Since being back in Glastonbury I have made oaths with the land wights here, that every time I go up the Tor I will pick up and rubbish and litter discarded by others. The deal was I will look after Avalon and Avalon will look after me.
 All is going well, I go up the Tor at least three times a week and up Wearyall Hill once . I collect a vast array of beer cans, bottles, sweet papers, fag packets and sometimes the odd baby's nappy or worse. The thing is what really gets my goat, as I always walk the same route, is that the good old dog walkers who pick up their pets poop in a plastic bag, then just sling it on the land. This really confuses me. If you don't want to carry it away with you just leave the dog poop and let nature break it down over time. Once you tie it up in a bag, its going hang around forever.  What really more infuriating is that, the same bags a dumped in the same places regularly, so these people must think the dog poop fairy comes and picks it up, and they are probably right ME!!!
Please think about what you are doing when to drop your waste on the Tor, we are very lucky to live here and make these lands our home, so  treat it a such.

Added a couple of more pics to this blog, one so you can see how lavish the entrance is for such a simple church and two to show the Yew tree in the graveyard .

Yesterday, late afternoon, Julie  took me on a interesting walk over Bleadon Hill and down into the village of Christon, Somerset, she wanted me to see the lovely little church there. The Church, dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary, is from the 12th century and has an amazing atmosphere. Inside it is quaint and charming, the archway over the door is beautiful, but this is not what I am going to tell you about.
It was when I put my hand on the ancient Yew tree in the grave yard, that I was gifted something far more interesting, a vision.
I was sitting beside the tree and two fine gentlemen on robust horses approached me. not exactly sure what time it was, but by the clothes maybe13th, 14th century. One of these aristocratic types spoke.
" You there, on your way. Your sort are not welcome here, best you head to Glastonbury, where they tolerate misfits. If I find you here tomorrow there will be trouble."
They spurred their horses and galloped off.
It was so real it freaked me out, I told Julie I heard the name Terence mentioned but not sure. I went home where more visions came to me. I know that whenever I pass Crooks Peak on the M5 motorway I go cold and feel a dark oppressive feeling come over me, this is the Mendip hill that over looks the village of Christon. I researched this village and the manor near abouts and this is what I found out.
In 1225 Gervase de Sparkford gave the manor of Lokeston as his daughter Jordana's dowry to Philip de Insula. Around 1311 William de Weylande held land in Loxton and in 1336 he had the "right of free warren", namely the right to kill game within the manor. He and his descendants were lords of the manor until about 1385.

Finally Yule and the Christmas season out the way., time to go deep within and heal the past, protect for the present and plan for the future. I have come to the conclusion that I have no control over what people say about me or believe what they hear about me. I trust that those who are meant to be my students , my friends and my companions will be drawn to me and those who have no faith in what I teach or what I honour will find their own path.
I will let this negativity roll off me like raindrops, there are much bigger issues to deal with than a few hurtful words after all Odin told me that after Yule I would learn the true meaning of the first charm.
" I know a first, it is called help. It will help you with accusations and sorrows and all sorts of anxiety."
 I have had to bare the brunt of all of the above since the Winter Solstice passed.
Each of the eighteen charms of Odin have profound meaning in our modern life. My own personal helm for the 1st charm will be the tattoo that I get first in 2016.
I wish anyone who is going through these same trails nothing but the best. Be strong, be silent and as one of my students pointed out to me, fortitude is the best ally in this instance.