African Hut Diary
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Beginning work
The first picture shows
conifer poles thrown into the allotment by Sandy, who has the plot
opposite. Sandy seems to think our allotment is some kind of a dump. But
as I can generally make use of everything, I stored them upright until I
had a use for them. When I had the idea for the African hut, I
chose the straightest ones and cut them to 7ft6" lengths. I
marked off just over two feet at the bottom, for sinking into the ground.
I thought they should have about a third of their height underground. I
did all this by instinct. I had no plan at all for the hut and received
directions as I went on. I was especially puzzled to know how the roof
would be done.
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Left:
clearing the ground - an 8ft dia circle at the top of
the allotment
This was the first part of the allotment that was
ever cultivated, digging into it was like digging up the past - I
remembered how hard the soil had been to work, and look at it now after 17
years - so fertile, soft and open
Below: different stages in the setting of the
posts
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The Weaving of the Willow |
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Then came the fun part. I finished
setting the posts before leaving for Ireland on May 12. When I got back on May
24 the weather was bad, but as soon as I could I started collecting willow for
weaving. A large willow had grown up out of some rustic fencing put in on
the next allotment. This was shading my peas, it was all the excuse I needed to
start chopping! I sorted the willow wands into two heaps as I went - large
enough for the main structure, and the rest, which will do for the roof. |
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View from the top of
the centre post. I lashed these sticks to the post to form a support for
the central rope ring from which lengths of rope will run to a rope connecting
the tops of all the posts. I figure there will be 36 rope 'spokes' and the
shorter lengths of willow will be woven into this - it should be possible to do
it from a stepladder inside the hut. as I was taking the photograph from
the top of the stepladder, Fasal arrived for his daily inspection, Benji showing
the way. In the background you can see my sadly dilapidated 20ft poly greenhouse
- the roof blew off last year and I have not replaced it |
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Two posts wide apart form
the front opening. I have used the thick ends of the wands facing towards the
opening. They are bound tightly with twine to help keep them rigid, and then
sawn off close to the post, to avoid injuries. Coloured wools can be wound
around these later, making a more attractive finish. I quite like the way they
look now! |
Making the roof |
Once the walls were finished -
roughly half the height had to be woven from willow fetched from the riverbank -
dragging it back along the canal towpath - I bound all the posts together with
thick twine, including the doorspace. I made a rope ring for the top,
resting it on the crosspieces I looped lengths of rope through it in the four
directions, tightening them by degrees to make sure the rope ring stayed
central. When they were secure, I looped ropes through to come down to each of
the posts. I tightened them in turn keeping the ring central. |
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As I finished the roof, the
gibbous moon rose above the shoulder of the hut. Looking out
from doorway of hut as it grew dark, a spirit orb can clearly be seen in sky. This might
be a reflection of the flash seen on the polytunnel, but when you see the other orbs, you might think again.
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need to see this full size to see orb
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Intrigued by the way the Moon
rose over the shoulder of the hut, I resolved to go each night and photograph
the Moon's progress. This was the second night, June 8. Full Moon was due
on 11th. Spirit orbs (2) can clearly be seen in the sky on the right of the
picture.
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There was a marvellous sunset
going on so I turned to face west, putting the hut on my left (door of hut faces
north, back of hut to the south). A peculiar disc appeared on the photo,
reminds me of an ancient coin - Anglo Saxon I would say, looks like the head of
a king with a primitively drawn crown. |
Although I returned the
following night, the Moon never rose above the hut at all - it slid along behind
the houses. The same thing the next night. This could be due to the Northern
Lunar Standstill effect - see Victor Reijs.
Eighteen years ago I was
initiating my friend on Cowling Moor. We were at the Hitching Stone, it was full
moon, we were up all night and saw the strange phenomenon of the Moon rolling
along the horizon of the moor all night. This was probably the last lunar
standstill. |
Hut pictures June 18 |
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Winding the centre post |
Judy
in America makes wands - these were a new concept to me when I met her,
but I am gradually gathering knowledge about them. They produce a kind of
energy, and Judy says that the energy is mainly produced in the wrapping
of them - not what you wrap them with so much as the act of wrapping
itself - of course you are creating a spiral and this has its own
energy. See also orgone energy which
I am now studying in earnest. Judy mainly makes her wands of bamboo, she wraps them in copper wire and
other metals, and she places crystals at their tips. There is a whole
science in the shape and facets of crystals, depending on configurations
these are used for different purposes and create different types of energy
(crystal page coming soon). For instance, you can transmit, receive, heal
and all kinds of other things.
Judy thought I should make a wand for Wolf,
but all that I could think of was that I wanted to wrap the centre post of
the hut. For this I chose some white rope from Clarks Hardware
stores in Nelson. It was only later that I realised that I was in effect
creating a wand, but more than that, I was creating an orgone accumulator
- energy from the earth is being pushed up in a spiral of 169 bands and
released into the sky. This not only represents the rising of the spirit
after death, the freeing of the soul from the material body, but can be
used to project energy into the ether, to be collected by people who need
it. This can be directed with specific intent by prayers and smoke from
the ground at the base of the post, and by attaching pictures of the
people you wish to help to the post itself.
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To prepare for the wrapping of the centre post, I first dug
a pit near the base of the post and buried some sacred objects, pictures and
mementoes there. Then I inserted one end of the rope into this pit. I began
wrapping therefore from the base. I put the rope into a plastic carrier bag so I
could hold and swing it round the post as I went on. I had no idea how much rope
it would take - 50 metres in the end - I had to make two joins which I glued
down. As I worked my way up I had to use a chair and then a stepladder. It was
difficult working in the confined space as I got nearer to the roof. The top end
of the rope I stuck through the roof so that it connected with the sky. Thus the
hut was a conduit between earth and sky. Energy was pulled down from the sky
into the hut and earthed in the ground.
Picture: inside: base of post has large natural white quartz rock found in river. Offerings
bowl upside down to keep rain out.
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"What
this hut needs now is a pair of buffalo horns over the door". |
I looked on ebay and found these -
they were exactly as I had envisaged them, and they were listed as
'buffalo". However I found later they are not buffalo, they are
longhorn. I have a page on symbolism here.
They were what I had seen in my vision. When they arrived, this is how I
reacted:
"Looks like a bad
toupee! I can imagine maggots and all sorts in there - I feel sick! best thing to do, wrap
it up again. |
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Here I have placed sacred sage (in bag) and some flowers
- skulls to the
rescue! - Marguerite, Moonface, Jethro, roll of tobacco
- the two little skulls who visit the Hut, the two resin
skulls Ami and Amigo, tobacco tin, Calea Dreams. adding some pictures of
Wolf to help contain and direct the buffalo energies - they are so
powerful they fill the room and make me dizzy - our hut in the allotment;
Wolf with the upside down tree; with the blue tit; in the mad hat;
his blackout birthday in Gisburn Forest; at Starnberg; his Canary Wharf
picture. Since then I added
packages of crushed gemstone. This will all remain in place in the
drumming room/skull room for the healing energies to 'cure' the buffalo's
soul. There is a great feeling of unhappiness with this buffalo, and of a
truly awesome scariness. The horns will be installed at the
hut on the night of the next Full Moon." |
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many wonderful things happened in the hut - it seemed to deeply affect
people who sat in it. It was as though the hut opened something in them,
healed them. Some went right back to happy times in their childhood,
others opened up old wounds they had not been able to talk about for
years, if ever. I loved to go in it at night, looking up at the heavens
through the gaps in the roof branches, I would see the stars move across
the markers, aware that this was the way the Aztec priests watched the
night sky |
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The hut still stands today. I gave the allotments to Hannah
when I moved to Ireland in April 2007, hoping for a new/different life.
But it was not to be. Conditions were not as I had expected, it proved
economically impossible to stay there, and I returned home three weeks
later. However, I had made a break, had a clearout and set new goals for
the future, goals which, I knew, I could follow just as well here as in
Ireland. But without the impetus of Ireland, no new start would have been
made. It was time to give up the allotments and write. . . . which
I am doing |