Magic moments?

I went up Whitesheet Hill to try my Something More mediascape out in the blustery winter weather today. When I got to the very centre of the ring fort ditches the music made a perfect 2 second loop and the ipaq displayed a message about low memory (but failed to respond to my input) and then a perfect white square (above!).

Standing in the middle of the centre camp, wind gusting, beat reverberating, screen displaying this 'alien' communication, was an incredible experience! Way beyond linear time the beats were perfect, looping as though designed just for this experience; emotions powerful - excitement, fear, curiosity, stunned, compassion, interest, confusion, mystery, infinite, stunned, earth-body-sky connection, transpotative, awakened. I was fascinated enough to try and film it - but you had to be there to feel the full effect! (And the sound doesn't capture on the video at all...)

As I left the centre circle and walked back around it, a double-take, exactly the same piece of bird-like plastic was making exactly the same shape as it landed in exactly the same place as some unmeasurable time earlier when I'd first entered the circle... Circles within circles within wheels of time.

Perhaps we could use deliberate audio loops for centres of significance in the Soundlines landscape?

What would you put in your pit ?

Reading last night about the abundance of pits in the Down Farm ritual landscape. These pits belong to the same era as, and are adjacent to, the burial of our Mendip woman.

The pits all have objects in them. Bits of pottery. In one zone, most have antlers or tines from an antler ; plus bones, broken stone axes, whatever. In another zone, lots of cow bones. Odd things too - a dog skull with a worked flint ball : a large flint nodule which looked exactly like a cow skull ; a cow skull with a toad skeleton in its eye socket; a beautiful flint all shiny and stripy like a mint humbug.

What would you put in your pit?

Why?

cursus

I drove across Cranborne Chase and back yesterday on a frosty misty day. The  December yew trees are dense  black and the old mans' beard fluffy and white.

It's definitely the sunset behind the cursus, I saw it smearing the sky with an apricot and yellow splodge. The firs of Down Farm were standing in misty shrouds.

Interestingly, the ritual landscape looked more powerful and obvious heading west (home) in the evening than it did entering it from the west in the morning. - a vast spread of undulating countryside, falling away towards the winter evening. Sightlines all mapped out, crescent moon, venus, jupiter.

Only 17 days to the darkest night.

collective

Hello!

yes we should invite Russ - can I do this?

I think , later, we may invite more people to join this collective, and then they can post stuff here.

Ideally, one day, everyone who attends our hilltop extravaganzas can join too!

For now, here's this :

a clandestine landscape? well - it's been a long time since the end of her last journey.....