Granny Was a Gwrach {Witch}

As I mentioned earlier, I am reading a book about The Dreamtime. What strikes me most about the book is the absence of much reference to women. The Clever Men, the Men of High Degree are responsible for the sacred traditions, the healing and the dancing. In the West, the holders of the old traditions are more often portrayed as women, sometimes witches. Though there are male druids. Until recently the priesthood was exclusively male.

Here in Brittany one can see witch signs carved into fireplaces to stop nasty witches coming down the chimney. Witches got a bad press from the power obsessed clergy. Midwives are called sage-femme here, which is nice. I suspect that many of the so-called witches were mid-wives and portrayers of herbal medicine. So, there must be good, or white witches as well as those paid to put hexes on.

When I saw the Doors film and the scene where Jim sees the Shaman it struck some kind of chord in me. I can remeber the moment in a cinema in Bern. It started a line of inquiry.

When I first looked into Shamanism, I read Shamanism by Mircea Eliade. It is a long and seemingly well researched tome. It seems that most cultures have some kind of tradition. It is probably due another read, I might get the French version.

Family legend has it that at least one woman in the part of my family which emanates from Beddgelert was a witch. But does that mean healer or part magical? I have read various things which suggests that “the gift” is passed on down bloodline generations. It might skip one and then resurface.

With this loose hypothesis such a gift might manifest in someone trained in the Natural Sciences to Ph.D. degree level.

Certainly around 1995 when I had by breakdown and was forced to change my orientation to the world, I needed to change. Up until that point I soap boxed that the world and everything in it could be explained by Science, with a capitol S. I was a bit of a dickhead.

Things in deepest darkest North Wales were kept out of sight of the oppressive English and the old traditions perhaps lingered long there.

Since I have been here, I have noticed the number of cars in which there are dreamcatchers attached to the mirror. The number density is a lot higher than Surrey for sure. There are some true Bretons here who are markedly not French. They are proper country folk and would not look out of place in Snowdonia.

If one has “the gift” one should be sensitive to power spots or hot spots. For example, Avebury and Stonehenge. Avebury is more powerful than Stonehenge because less people have gone there. Glaslyn on the sides of Snowdon is one power spot. We have one here locally it is called Menez Bre.

Until a few days ago We had not been up there. But when we did it was pretty obvious it is a power spot.

You may not believe this, but many cathedrals are built on power spots. Winchester is the hottest one amongst those that I have visited.

Can I provide six sigma evidence for this? No.

People with this gift can recognise others with it too…

There is a menhir locally and there are massive stone temples to the West of here.

Why is it that the old ways are always driven to the West?

I have a feeling that I have some kind of upcoming appointment on Menez Bre.


Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

Night is falling

You have come to journey’s end

Sleep now

And dream of the ones who came before

They are calling

From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see

All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms

You’re only sleeping

What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn

To silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass

Hope fades

Into the world of night

Through shadows falling

Out of memory and time

Don’t say we have come now to the end

White shores are calling

You and I will meet again

And you’ll be here in my arms

Just sleeping