A04

Glyph of Air

Air Temple

Wednesday 1st November 1995 (9:30 pm)

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Barry: The temple is brightly light by candles. There is more of a hush than usual.

Rob: A small pot of incense burns on the altar. Its smoke makes strange patterns. There is also a winged shoe.

Barry: At each quarter a small winged figure sits close to the candle. Spread across the temple floor is a net or cloth spun from thin silvery webs. The winged figures hold the net and invite us to step on.

Rob: Each of the four windows is known by its wind. I step onto the web.

Barry: The figures fly at incredible speed. We fly through the air, (in the net), and are deposited on a vast featureless salt marsh. It is surrounded by a flat featureless land, ahead shines a lighthouse. The wind is building around us.

Rob: Ought we move to the lighthouse?

Barry: The wind is from the North. It is freezing and blows salt in our eyes. We have to crouch because of the wind�s intensity. It has blown off all features. All we can see is clouds of salty dust and the lighthouse light. The wind speaks to us. I can hear the cackling of a hag in the wind. She tests us by trying to blow us off our path to the lighthouse. The wind cares not for us, only for the true path to the lighthouse. It tests whether we have the strength and cunning to stay on the path. It has stripped off all superfluous things. We crawl towards the light by grabbing stones. The right ones feel warm to the touch.

Rob: The light is now much closer and the wind dies a little. It, (the lighthouse), is made of strong old grey stone. Its surface is pitted and worn. It has to withstand the wind. We approach a locked door. I knock, and a small hatch opens. Two sky blue eyes stare out and ask who demands entrance. I tell him that we are here to learn of elemental Air. The hatch closes and the door opens inwards. We go through and the door closes. It is quiet in the small room with a curving staircase winding up the outer wall. The eyes belong to a woman. She wears a short tunic and carries a sheathed sword. There are two winged boots on her feet.

Barry: At her throat is a large copper brooch of a raven. She has black curly hair. This is the tower of the North Wind. I see her as Earth of Air. She is the embodiment of the Irish Goddess Morrigan.

Rob: Earth of Air is wind carried dust, which erodes rock and blinds the eye.

Barry: It hunts down the weak and feeble.

Rob: Earth of Air is also the stagnant gases that cause death. Without speaking she starts to climb the stairs and we follow.

Barry: The stairs are light by glowing globes of burning marsh gas from the swamp. One of the lessons is to distinguish the true path of light. In marshes the lights can lead people to their doom � they may arise from decay. We reach the top.

Rob: The light rotates slowly round. And periodically silhouettes her.

Barry: She draws the swords from her side and says the weak would be easily cut down. It is her wish we are there because we have come this far. Earth of Air will give us protection. We must remember the light of the Morrigan�s raised sword and trust in ourselves when the North wind threatens to blow us from the path.

Rob: Light temporarily blinds us, and then she is gone.

Barry: I hear the faint cry of a bird and the cackle of a hag.

Rob: We descend the stairs.

Barry: We are wearing winged sandals. They will help to push us on our next wind journey.

Rob: We open the door and step out into the temple, and not the plain. The door closes and does not exist. The senses of air are hearing and smell, which is also linked to taste.

Barry: Two silver goblets of mead stand on the altar. The cups each have a raven depicted upon them.

Rob: We should incorporate the actual sound of a bell into our workings. It should be struck three times on entering and leaving the temple.

Both: We drink the mead. The temple dissolves.

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