…After watching the, again, somewhat recalcitrant sun-up, we decide to head back for breakfast via the cluster of, albeit haphazardly, positioned stones which we have come to call ‘the recumbents’.
This is something of a risk, as we do not yet know what the stones represent and our Companions will undoubtedly be expecting a little more than, ‘we have a vague notion based on the feel of this place that it is something although we are not quite sure what.’
However, as an example of how we work, in and with the landscape, it is accurate and will highlight the experiential approach which both we and the ancients favour.
And this we do, telling the story of the site’s gradual introduction to our consciousness and the subsequent discoveries over the course of our last few visits.
We don’t have an ending of course, except that we now do and that ending has become a beginning for, as we turn to leave the site by a slightly different route than we have done previously, Wen sees it.
“It’s a Giant’s Head!”
“It is too!”
“Is it ever?”
“Well I never!”
“It’s a recumbent Giant’s upper torso and head with the Giant’s face gazing up into the sky.”
“So we were half right with our initial moniker.”
“We just need a proper name now.”
“Do we have to label it?”
“We don’t have to of course, but it will complete the connection.”
“That’s how it works.”
“This site now has a relevance to us, as we have to it.”
“We recognised its signature and we shared that recognition.”
“We have now been given its form.”
“We mark that by naming it and subsequently using that name.”
“Like Adam in the Garden of Eden?”
“Like all the Ancients in the Garden of Earth.”
“Let’s name it ‘Sleeping Giant’.”
“It’s a fitting name, nobody could dispute that, but do we know what it means?”
“There may well be more than one meaning here, can we think of any?”
“I have one.”
“It means that we are born into the world asleep and that, when we awake, we are as giants in another world.”
“I think that is a perfect note on which to go and break our fast.”…
‘Doomsday: Scions of Albion’, by Stuart France & Sue Vincent