Glastonbury Tor

There is a relatively modern castle that's been built up there to commemorate, I think, Queen Victoria's silver jubilee.

So it looks like a small version of Glastonbury Tor now.

It's a little hill looking at a little single tower on top of it.

There is a guy who curates that place who, I think... is an interesting man who probably knows a lot of local folklore.

It's basically just a town full of tarot shops and bookshops and candle shops and apothecaries and massage parlors and a goddess house.

And it has the Glastonbury Tor, which is the sacred mound that you climb up and that supposedly King Arthur climbed.

Is buried underneath, although they have a different tomb for him in the Glastonbury Abbey.

Anyways, again, I'm going to get back to my travels.

If you go pre-Celtic, you're actually into the matriarchy.

So if you're going back 5,000 years BC, or we're going into the Torian Age, that's a matriarchal society.

Astrologically, Hera was the head of this matriarchal lineage, the great goddess, who fell in love with Zeus, and they had a 300-year honeymoon, and then the age of Ares rolls in, and the age of patriarchy comes in.

So...

And so we wandered around the fields of Glastonbury a little bit.

And then we finally, as the sun was about to set, we went up the Glastonbury Tor.

And when I got to the top of the Tor, the lady who was the male and female running the show, and she walked up to me and she just said, you're blocked here.

And I went, I was kind of like, what? And when I walked, it didn't come out.

Clutching onto him, flanked by high clay banks and overhanging hedges, she had known that he wanted more from her than to show her the view, though quite what remained a mystery.

Up on those panoramic, windswept heights, he pointed to show her the vast patchwork of Somerset's fields, stretching all the way to Glastonbury Tor, a stark checkerboard of wheat stubble, dark-turned earth and thinly wavering flax.

the folding ancient Dorset downlands, Parrock Hill, Cadbury Castle Fort, the silver glint of a newly built Westland whirlwind on a test flight.

High above them, the pale, intersecting white lines of vapour trails criss-crossed the blue, heading south towards the English Channel.

So that's, he's considered to be sort of the keeper of the underworld or the keeper of the dead.

And he, there's a little medieval statue folkloric thing about him somewhere where it says that he comes out of, from beneath Glastonbury Tor on Samhain to gather up the dead and brings it back, brings it back to the underneath.

And there's stories of like, Some church chap spraying him with holy water and stuff.

So that's interesting.

Glastonbury is quite a very spiritual place.

There are so many people from all over the world there, and they have three sacred sites in this small town, and first one is Glastonbury Tor.

It is a hill, and on top of the hill there is a building.

And once I've got there, I had very intense channeling, uh, to the extent that I heard voices in my head, which I normally don't, and I saw pictures.

I went to Dannerogoff.

They were the Cheddar Gorge and Glastonbury Tour.

Oh, nice.

Glastonbury was cool.