A Journey Through Time and Myth

As I embarked on the Glastonbury Abbey to Avalon Orchards Tour, I was filled with a sense of anticipation. The stories of Glastonbury, with its rich tapestry of myths and legends, had long intrigued me. Our guide, Jeremy, met us at the entrance to the Abbey, accompanied by his charming bulldog, Betsy. Her presence added a touch of warmth to the cool morning air, and I felt an immediate connection to the place.

Jeremy, a veritable goldmine of information, began weaving tales of Glastonbury’s storied past. His knowledge of the myths, legends, and folklore was profound, and I found myself drawn into the narrative. As we walked, he pointed out energetic markers, places where the veil between the worlds seemed thin. It was as if the land itself was whispering its secrets to us.

Our first stop was the site of the Holy Thorn Tree, a place of reverence and mystery. Here, Jeremy led us in a ceremony, offering mead to the Earth before partaking ourselves. The ritual was a reminder of the deep connection between humanity and the natural world, a theme that resonated deeply with my own spiritual journey.

The Path of Pilgrims

Leaving the Holy Thorn Tree, we continued our pilgrimage along the ancient paths. The journey took us through the Jesus Field, a place imbued with a sense of peace and tranquility. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves accompanied our steps.

As we approached the Apple Orchard, Jeremy shared stories of the Faerie folk and the ancient kings who once walked these lands. His tales were not just stories but living memories, echoing through the ages. In the Orchard, Jeremy performed another ceremony, drawing upon his Shamanic beliefs to connect us with the spirit of the place.

The experience was both grounding and uplifting, a reminder of the sacredness of the land and our place within it. It was a moment of reflection, a chance to pause and consider the journey we were on, both physically and spiritually.

Embracing the Sacred

Our final ascent took us to the lower reaches of the Tor, a place of power and mystery. Here, we were left to sit in silence, to embrace the healing energy of this holy place. The view from the summit was breathtaking, a panorama of rolling hills and ancient landscapes.

In this moment of stillness, I felt a profound sense of connection to the land and its history. The stories of saints, kings, and faeries seemed to come alive, weaving a tapestry of myth and reality. It was a reminder of the timeless nature of these sacred sites, places where the past and present coexist in harmony.

As we descended towards the White Spring, I carried with me a sense of peace and renewal. The journey had been more than a walk through history; it was a pilgrimage of the soul, a chance to connect with something greater than ourselves. It was an experience that enriched my understanding of the spiritual journey, a reminder of the power of myth and legend to guide us on our path.