In Pagan systems the seasons are marked by Nature, not contrived calendars like the current one requiring a Leap Year every four years. As it happens Imbolc marks February 1st at Findhorn, a wonderful place set up sixty years ago, based on visions from Eileen Caddy, implemented by Peter her husband, supported by Dorothy MacLean, the last surviving founder, a Canadian, who passed over shortly after her 100th birthday quite recently. Meanwhile in China, it's the New Lunar Year. the Year of the Tiger, what that signifies you'll need to research for yourself!
Of course the Caddys were Rosicrucians, a branch of Freemasonry and Christianity serving the Light with their symbol of the Rosy Cross balancing the Dark which many Christians observe in the corrupt form of Masonry as seen with the Vicar of Wolsingham taking the Carol service one Christmas at Stanhope Lodge much to the disgust of Sue Kent, deceased Vicar of Stanhope!
Tonight's film show was Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, first part, and Tolkien was another mystical Christian trying to use language and images to describe the world in which we live, starting with Christianity, another error since how on Earth can we describe our world starting with a particular religion on which to start? Karl Marx had another perspective based on class struggle and he was a philosopher not keen on notions of God or any religion, but he did have a mystical view albeit atheistic.
Tomorrow there's an appointment at Bishop Auckland hospital for an Echocardiogram to check for heart problems, which indeed were a genetic risk since Mum and Dad both had heart problems which hastened their passing some years ago in Bournemouth Hospital. Anyway, let's see shall we, since the NHS is still looking for the causes of these pesky little blood clots, they might as well see what's going on with the heart. Anyway, it's a nice trip out in the afternoon and maybe an opportunity for some shopping at Sainsburys at Tindale or Asda or Morrisons nearby.
Well that's Imbolc almost done dear readers, and a lovely sunny day in Stanhope with a brisk breeze to dry the laundry, not to mention eggy bread for supper and blackberry and apple crumble for dessert, all thanks to the friend from the village.
Happy Imbolc and good night!
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