Magic Monday

[ecosophia]

It's just on midnight, so we can proceed with a new Magic Monday. Ask me anything about occultism and I'll do my best to answer it. With certain exceptions, any question received by midnight Monday Eastern time will get an answer. Please note:  Any question or comment received after then will not get an answer, and in fact will just be deleted. (I've been getting an increasing number of people trying to post after these are closed, so will have to draw a harder line than before.) If you're in a hurry, or suspect you may be the 143,916th person to ask a question, please check out the very rough version 1.0 of The Magic Monday FAQ here. Also: I will not be putting through or answering any more questions about practicing magic around children. I've answered those in simple declarative sentences in the FAQ. If you read the FAQ and don't think your question has been answered, read it again. If that doesn't help, consider remedial reading classes; yes, it really is as simple and straightforward as the FAQ says. 

The picture?  I'm working my way through photos of my lineage, focusing on the teachers whose work has influenced me and the teachers who influenced them in turn. Last week's honoree, Violet Firth Evans aka Dion Fortune, had the great advantage of coming of age when the British occult community was close to its apogee, and she had plenty of teachers. Some of them, such as Moina Mathers, have already appeared here; some of them, such as Maiya Tranchell Hayes, apparently didn't leave any photographs behind -- but there are several others, and this is one of them: Frederick Bligh Bond, who was the official church archeologist at the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey between the two world wars, and discovered a whole series of lost features by digs that just happened to go to the right place. Then it turned out that there was no "just happened" about it; he was using spiritualistic methods to talk to the spirits of long-dead monks, who told him where to dig. The church threw a fit and dismissed him, but he went on to publish several volumes about his experiences, at least one of which can be downloaded for free (here). Dion Fortune studied with him for a while and also did trance work with him; her connection with Glastonbury continued to the end of her life, and in fact she's buried there.

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[ecosophia]

That's fascinating, not least because I don't recall ever having heard of anything like this. It may be something particular to you -- and in any case I'd recommend journaling and meditating on it, to see what you can learn from it.

[(Anonymous)]

Probably it _is_ something particular to me with respect to its application to Essene Healing.
With respect to the dream, I have noticed that Archetypes show up when someone close to me dies. They appear to pull things out of my experience to assemble a symbolic story that I will eventually be able to understand.
The coracle-boat comes straight out of Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, and the shape of it in the dream was very similar to that of the brain pan in the skull. The living woodcut, carved from deep red cherry, says that it is symbolic. My father in law floated for years in his brain-pan coracle on a sea of red life, as we all do. But at the end, he found he could no longer remain in his coracle. He was surrounded by seas with nowhere to go from his shrinking boat. And then Death shows up, wearing the beloved hat of his kindly, caring younger brother.
I am sure that kindness took my father-in-law by the hand when it was time to leave the coracle behind.
It would not have surprised me if Death had put down his black hood to reveal the kindly, smiling face of the brother-- But that was not part of the dream...