Only good will come from the written word that I write here.
Part One
ANCESTRAL VOICES
The spirit of trees and the green earth surrounds me (and) on the plain the single tree tells a story that I cannot quite remember. The sounds of men and horses survive in the echo of the past - all these voices are there to be heard. They come in silence, filling the valley with the strength of their numbers.
There has been bloodshed but also the mystery of words kept inside great books in the care of hooded men, the words are to be unravelled (and) the story told. There is a fear of destruction, a secret somewhere that holds together this place. Here there was quiet, now it is trampled upon. Somewhere there is a light which must continue to shine - destruction, destruction!
Hold fast to the truth that walks the Way, follow the paths that lead to the hills, wash in the water over the stones - turn them until the sound is made. There will be power to guide the feet along the tracks. Beacons make a line for it is the looking down on creation that will preserve all things. I am the Way, the truth and the Light - follow that light, touch as you pass. Look for the ripples, they must be counted. There the feet have made marks and the energy lives - it can be stroked. Look into the sun with closed eyes, let the tree branches carry the light in different directions - this is the old way in the hills. The rocks remember where the fires have burned (and) the men must walk again if all is to be saved. Follow the path, the energy must flow again
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Walk always to the left - there are circles within circles that must be crossed in a spiraling movement (and) hold hands in the face of the sun (looking) upwards into the beam of light. You are the converter, the force must pass through you into the ground. Speak in whispers as the leaves on the trees and sing the songs you have known since the Youthtime. Move sideways in line until the tops of the trees are lit by the light, then all will be well. There is enough power if it is found now, all must be unblocked in a great circle.
Where the lion sits are the halls of judgement, on the back of the bear are the doors to the chamber wherein lies the secret that will make all things whole. .
I am the Way, the Truth and the Light, (and) by this will you know me, that the doors will stand open when you have commanded. Work in circles (for) there is no other way and I am testament to this. Cloak everything with fire and burn it on the hilltops so that the shadows fall across the land. Here I guard, it must be begun if all is to be saved.
Do not doubt, across the valley the river runs to the high places. The faith be with you, your family is the guide. Go into the hills, there you will be reminded of all that has gone before and it will be done. Green is the colour . .
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In the beginning are the oak and the hawthorn. They stand side by side at the edge of the water. Here there are also patterns that reflect the sunlight. Here we have worshipped with the backdrop of hills to guide us. Gather round this place to make a communion with arms upraised and holding the branches. The moon and the stars shed enough light but it is in the sunlight that the messages will come - wait for them at the moment of dawn. All (of) these have different purposes but now we must call up the light before it flows into the river.
Hold my hand, I am the Great One who comes in the thunder. Here I am not alone but stand with my brothers the wind and the rain. You have forgotten me and the time for the cyclone has arrived - even the stones in the streams are rattling to my sound. Know only how to begin, as did your forefathers, and I will speak with you from out of the sunset, you will hear my voice when the promise is ready. Then you must join hands and look up to the sky, for the promise is ready. So I have commanded and it will happen.
Begin the journey, walk in line as it has been shown to you. On the hilltop I will wait where the dancers move (then) look back over the valley to see the signs that I have marked for you.
It is time for the people to gather. It has been too long since the prayers were spoken and the river flowed. Be not afraid (for) the ears are on the corn as it has been promised and they will come again after the light has dimmed. Rest in the soul of my land and the pulse will be strong. So I have spoken and the time will not wait for silence. When you speak I will come and show you the way. Thus it is written, there is no other way.
Hold fast against the demons, their time to advance has come and they must be stopped with a great wind. Say the words in your hearts where the Spirit moves and it will be done.
I am the Beginning and must face the End with my cloak flying. From this we are born and the prayers sustain us as we journey. Hold fast, I am without and will know my name when it is found by the red horse.
This is my land and it will not be destroyed!
Sorrows are for healing at the place of the Moon and the sword will enter the Kingdom of the Brigantes.
You are the people of the faith, your task is to pray and to make the journeys through the light of time. Call me, I am waiting. Time is in the flight of birds and the days' ends. The fathers have come home to the children and the mothers cry in the lonely place. All must be ended before
the light can be renewed. Hold hands, begin the march or it will be finished in our time and
cannot be renewed. We must be re-born if the grass is to grow and the flowers bloom.
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