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24 April, 2014

Travelling Our Individual Evolution Trail

Evolution Trail

It amuses me when I hear of people praying to a God to help them slay the enemy in any conflict. God wouldn't, no couldn't do this because, if we believe in a God, He is the creator of everyone - and we are therefore part of Him.

It's why sects like the Jehovah Witnesses have got it wrong with their views of Armageddon, God wouldn't/couldn't destroy a large section Himself.

Evolution is a spiritual system whereby we gradually realise that we are part of the whole i.e. God, or whatever term you would prefer to call a supreme power or source of life.

Jesus, was/is known as the Son of God. True, because we are all the 'children' of God following an evolution trail at whatever speed, and in any way we choose.

Thinking along these lines I happened to read the following in The Science Of Mind by Ernest Holmes:

"Evolution is the awakening of the soul to a recognition of its unity with the Whole. Material evolution is an effect, not a cause. This reverses the popular belief, declaring that evolution is the result of intelligence, rather than intelligence being the result of evolution."

Holmes goes on to say:

"The aim of evolution is to produce a man, who at the objective point of his own self-determination, may completely manifest the inner life of the spirit. Even the spirit does not seek to control us, it lets us alone to discover ourselves. The most precious thing a man possesses is his own individuality; indeed, this is the only thing he really has or is."

That about sums it up: we are individualised parts of God, therefore immortal. One day, no doubt, we will realise our possible potential.

Just rambling thoughts. Enjoy the evolution trail, most of us probably still have a very long way to travel!

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23 April, 2014

The Green Skinned Children Who Appeared In An English Village

Woolpit, Suffolk, England
While reaping the harvest in the village of Woolpit, England a strange discovery was made. Within a hole in the ground, used to trap wolves, were two children and both - a boy and a girl - were green in colour and spoke an unknown language.

The strange story from the 12th century remains a mystery today.

The children were taken to the home of Richard de Calne, a Knight living at Wikes, where at first they refused all food until they discovered bean stalks, which they were happy to devour. The restricted diet obviously wasn't too healthy and the boy became sickly and soon died.

The girl, however, gradually adjusted to her new life and extended the range of foods she would eat. She lived a reasonably normal life, learned to speak English, but was described as being rather loose and wanton in her conduct.

Gradually the girl was persuaded to tell her story of how she came to be found in Woolpit.

Ralph of Coggeshall, an English chronicler, recorded her explanation:

"Being frequently asked about the people of her country, she asserted that the inhabitants, and all they had in that country, were of a green colour; and that they saw no sun, but enjoyed a degree of light like what is after sunset.

Being asked how she came into this country with the aforesaid boy, she replied, that as they were following their flocks, they came to a cavern, on entering which they heard a delightful sound of bells; ravished by whose sweetness, they went for a long time wandering on through the cavern, until they came to its mouth. When they came out of it, they were struck senseless by the excessive light of the sun, and the unusual temperature of the air; and they thus lay for a long time. Being terrified by the noise of those who came on them, they wished to fly, but they could not find the entrance of the cavern before they were caught."

Many explanations have been given but a hidden world within the earth is the most common. Somehow the children had perhaps stepped through a door from a parallel dimension. The Scottish astronomer, Duncan Lunan, has suggested something completely different and puts forward the theory that the children were transported to Earth from another planet in error by a malfunctioning matter transmitter.

Today's Woolpit Village website keeps their version of the story very simple:

"One prominent feature of the village sign is two small children. They depict a story that goes back to the 12th century and tells the legend of The Green Children of Woolpit.

This curious tale is recorded as taking place at about the same time as Sampson's journey to Rome.

Very briefly, reapers were astonished at the discovery of a boy and a girl in a hole in the ground. The children were green, and spoke no recognisable language. The boy, who was sickly, soon died, but the girl grew up in Woolpit, and is said to have married a man from King's Lynn. This story has been re-enacted on many occasions and has appeared on children's television."

Wikipedia gives a rather more mundane explanation:

"Many Flemish immigrants arrived in eastern England during the 12th century, and they were persecuted after Henry II became King in 1154; a large number of them were killed near Bury St Edmunds in 1173 at the Battle of Fornham fought between Henry II and Robert de Beaumont, 3rd Earl of Leicester.

Paul Harris has suggested that the green children's Flemish parents perished during a period of civil strife and that the children may have come from the village of Fornham St Martin, slightly to the north of Bury St Edmunds, where a settlement of Flemish fullers existed at that time. They may have fled and ultimately wandered to Woolpit.

Disoriented, bewildered, and dressed in unfamiliar Flemish clothes, the children would have presented a very strange spectacle to the Woolpit villagers. The children's colour could be explained by green sickness, the result of a dietary deficiency."

But there is another tale of green children being found, this time in Spain.

"... from Banjos, Spain in August of 1887. A boy and a girl of greenish color were found abandoned near a cave. They did not speak Spanish and wore unfamiliar clothing.

Their eyes were described as Oriental in appearance ... both children refused to eat at first. The boy grew weak and died, but the girl survived, learned Spanish, and explained that she and her companion came from a sunless land ...  the girl is reported to have claimed they had been caught up in a whirlwind and found themselves in the cave. The girl died in 1892." Source

From where the children from Woolpit and Banjos originated is anyone's guess: an underground world, from another planet or dimension? Or maybe there is a more simple, Earthly explanation.

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22 April, 2014

The Unconditional Love Of The Unsung Hero

Unconditional Love

Whatever next! The video below brought a tear to my eye - and it's actually an advert! You may have already watched it as it has been seen by many, many people on YouTube but, for me, it was the first time.

The video is titled the Unsung Hero but it could equally be called Unconditional Love.

It reminded me of a post I published way back in June 2011, Circles Of Goodness Can Change The World. This was basically about how we can all do something to make the world a better place for everyone - by starting in a very small way. As the 14th Dalai Lama suggested change is created within ourselves:

"The question of real, lasting world peace concerns human beings, so basic human feelings are also at its roots. Through inner peace, genuine world peace can be achieved.

In this the importance of individual responsibility is quite clear; an atmosphere of peace must first be created within ourselves, then gradually expanded to include our families, our communities, and ultimately the whole planet."

In other words we can all start to change the world - and not just for peace.

Enough of the pre-amble, here's the video, it's only slightly over four minutes long.


It's strange how this post came about. I wrote it on Easter Sunday when I had an hour to spare before going out somewhere. I had no idea what to write so I did a couple of other things first.

I went to Pinterest where I sometimes try to promote my blog and found that, since I had been on the site previously, 67 people had re-pinned some of my photos.

Pinterest

I then went to ping my blog and the number I had to feed in was 7767. As I have often mentioned 67 and 76 have been 'special' numbers in my life.

7767

After seeing these numbers I thought that I was bound to come up with something for a post. I had a feeling I should go to YouTube and somehow, out of the blue, found the Unsung Hero video. It was meant to be!

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20 April, 2014

The Saint Carried His Decapitated Head To Where This Cornish Church Was Built

Path leading from Pont to the church at Lanteglos-by-Fowey

I mentioned in my previous post Magic Of The Fowey Hall Walk how we did a detour to visit the quiet church at Lanteglos-by-Fowey in Cornwall. The photo above shows the path we took to the church.

The patron of the church is St.Willow, though there is a bit of confusion over his name. He's also sometimes called Wyllow or even Wylloc. He seems an interesting sort of chap though.

St Willow is said to have been born in Ireland and he was 'piloted by helpful fish up to Pont Pill [mentioned in my previous post] where he established his hermitage. This is a lovely spot so I can understand why he wished to remain there.

But there was more to him than this! He supposedly got into some sort of argument and was beheaded by someone called Melyn.

The phrase Melyn ys Kyrede is often used. Translated this means Kindred of someone called Melyn. But, whatever, being slain wasn't the end of the matter. He simply picked up his head and headed - for want of a better word - to the place where he wished a church to be built in his honour. And his wish came true - as can bee seen from the photo below.

Church Lanteglos-by Fowey of St Willow

Most of the structure of the church dates from the 14th century but the porch and entrance is more likely to have been 16th century, though the masonry of the doorway is partly Norman. Carved into one of the door jambs are the letters 'XP' - the first two letters of Christ's name in Greek.

As you can see below there is a very old cross or stone pillar outside of the entrance porch ...

Entrance to church Cornwall

... but I can't find any information on this. There is a carving at the very top of what I presume is a mother and child.

Old stone cross at Lanteglos, Cornwall

In my previous post I wrote how I walked some of the paths King Charles I may have trod. Inside the church next to the main door is a plaque from 1668. This was presented to the parish by King Charles II for remaining loyal during England's Civil War. When doing some restoration work it was also discovered there were traces of another plaque underneath from King Charles I.

Plaque given to church by King Charles II in 1668

The wagon roofs have survived since the 16th century other than for some repair work.

Inside church at Lanteglos, Cornwall

Wagon roof inside church at Lanteglos Cornwall

And a few more photos from inside the church.


The old spiral stairs lead to the battlemented tower roof.




The church is mostly now famed as being where Daphne Du Maurier was married in 1932. She featured this in her first novel The Loving Spirit but renamed it as 'Lanoc Church'.

For walkers on the Hall Walk at Fowey it's worth a detour to take in this church.

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17 April, 2014

Magic Of The Fowey Hall Walk Where King Charles I Narrowly Escaped Death - 30+ Exclusive Photos

River Fowey, Cornwall

Yesterday we went on one of my favourite walks, known locally as the Hall Walk. For me it's very magical, to think that King Charles I trod the very same paths in the mid 1600s: during the civil war on 17th of August 1644 King Charles narrowly escaped death when a shot killed a poor fisherman who was standing where the King had stood but a short while before.

The walk is at Fowey, Cornwall and is about 10 miles from where I live. The photo above shows the banks of the river where the walk takes us.

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After parking the car we head straight to the road over looking the river ...

Polruan Cornwall

... and take in the views until we reach from what was once Sir Arthur Quiller Crouch's house - by the side of this is the small passenger ferry that will take us across the River Fowey to the small village of Polruan.

House of Sir Quiller-Couch at Fowey Cornwall

We didn't wait long for the ferry, they run quite frequently.

Passenger Ferry Fowey to Polruan Cornwall

From the ferry there are good views. This old sailing boat was moored up.

Old sailing ship on River Fowey Cornwall

Once at Polruan we pass the Lugger Inn on the small quay ...

Lugger pub Polruan Cornwall

... and then wind our way along the narrow street as we head for the hills along by the river.

Polruan Cornwall

We climb quite steadily but the views are magnificent once there is a break in the trees.

View of Fowey from Polruan

You never know what you might see on the wooded path. Goodness knows how this cockerel got there, but he didn't seem too bothered about us.

Woods along Hall Walk Cornwall

As we walk further along the path  we leave the villages behind and the part of the river we are now walking is a small tributary of the River Fowey called Pont Pill.

Hall walk Fowey Cornwall

The tide is out so the river here is very low as we walked.

Hall Walk - National Trust - Cornwall

After quite a climb we see Pont below us and this is where we will cross Pont Pill.

Hall Walk Cornwall

First though we make a detour to visit the lonely church at Lanteglos-by-Fowey. I'll write more about the church another day (see The Saint Carried His Decapitated Head To Where This Cornish Church Was Built) but will just say for now that Daphne Du Maurier was married here in 1932. She renamed it 'Lanoc Church', and featured it in her first novel, The Loving Spirit.

Lanteglos-by-Fowey church

We return to the walk and reach the tiny quayside hamlet of Pont. It's hard to imagine that this was once a thriving quay where sailing barges would unload coal, fertiliser and limestone.

It's now a lovely quiet spot and we had some lunch here - which we had brought with us - sitting by the wooden bridge.

Pont, Cornwall

There's a sign on the building from 1894 showing charges once made at this quay for discharging Grain, Timber, Manures, Coal and Sand. Today though we sit there completely undisturbed.

Old sign at Pont Cornwall

After our lunch, having crossed the Pont bridge, we head up the other side. The rocks can be quite slippery when wet but for us the sun was shining.

Hall Walk rocky path from Pont

For a while a lot of the views are hidden by the trees.

Hall Walk heading towards Boddinick Ferry

We cross an old stone cattle grid ...

Very old stone cattle grid Cornwall

... and into a farmer's field where there is a 'right of way'.

Farmers field Cornwall

Once out of the field and back on a path the views open up before us, showing the entrance to the River Fowey. On the hill to the right of the photo it's possible to just make out the Gribbin Beacon on Gribbin Head. This is where much of Daphne Du Maurier's book Rebecca is based and also the house Manderley. The Gribbin farmland is the location for the murderous avian attacks on The Birds.

River Fowey view Cornwall

Continuing the walk we can now see the small town of Fowey on the opposite of the river.

Fowey and river Fowey Cornwall

We leave the coastal path and head down a road to the Boddinick Ferry to make our way across the Fowey River once again.

Near Boddinick Ferry Cornwall

We pass The Old Ferry Inn and ...

Lugger Pub Cornwall

... wait for the ferry. This time it also transports cars as well as walkers.

Boddinick Ferry Fowey Cornwall

Slap bang next to the ferry terminal is Ferryside the house where Daphne Du Maurier once lived. By a fluke the gate was open so I snapped a quick photo of the property.

Ferryside Daphne Du Maurier's house Cornwall

On the ferry there is a frontal view of Ferryside.

Daphne Du Maurier house Cornwall

Once off the ferry we make our way through the streets of Fowey ...

Approaching Fowey Cornwall

... but the river is always within reach.

Fowey and Fowey River

We pass the shops ...

Fowey main street, Cornwall

... a pub, of course ...

The Lugger pub, Fowey Cornwall

and the local Fowey church.

Church at Fowey Cornwall

From here we head back to our car, once more taking in the river views.

Fowey River Cornwall

It's not a long walk. I think we did about 6.5 miles by taking taking in the Lanteglos church as well.

Fowey walk

Photos: © Mike Perry

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