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Glastonbury \u2013 the town rather than the festival \u2013 is a unique place both geographically and socially. Although there are other kindred locations across England which act as magnets for folk of a countercultural mystical metaphysical bent, such as Totnes and Hebden Bridge, none of them quite match Glastonbury\u2019s mystique. Neither do they equal its quotient of hemp, crystal nor fairy based business acumen, as is plainly evident from the host of independent businesses that line its High Street. If you pop into a bookshop, you will discover more volumes devoted to aligning your chakras than to fixing your plumbing, although water has played as much a role in the town\u2019s history as has mysticism.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The profile of the Tor, topped by the ruined tower of St Michael\u2019s Church, arrests the eye of the first-time visitor to the Somerset Levels, its drama and aesthetic appeal self-evident, even when shorn of the myths and legends that have attached themselves to this spot over the centuries. Set amidst the low-lying swamps and marshes that remained hereabouts until being drained by the efforts of mediaeval monks, its former status as a peninsula would initially have attracted settlers, being both defensible, and possessed of a reliable source of good drinking water from Chalice Well. It would likely also have appealed to any aesthetic or \u2018spiritual\u2019 sensibilities possessed by those who set up home in this supposed Avalon. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Historically, Glastonbury has been a place of Christian pilgrimage, but it would seem that the publicity of canny monks, eager to raise funds to assist in the reconstruction of Glastonbury Abbey<\/a> following the fire of 1184, unintentionally gave birth, many centuries later, to the town\u2019s association with myth and all manner of New Age beliefs. Their alleged discovery of the graves of Arthur and Guinevere in 1191 put the town firmly on the map as a place of pilgrimage, even going so far as to attract royalty, but the lead cross said to have been found along with the grave vanished during the turbulence of the English Reformation. Furthermore, the first mention of another key element of Glastonbury\u2019s myth \u2013 the \u2018Holy Thorn\u2019 \u2013 appears later than many might suppose, for the first reference to it did not come to light, in print, until the early sixteenth century, not long before the Abbey was destroyed during the Dissolution.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018And did those feet in ancient time, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Walk upon England\u2019s mountains green\u2019?\u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I would hazard a guess that they did not. Still, it is not Christianity that dominates the town\u2019s \u2018spiritual\u2019 life today, but an unclassifiable melange of eastern mysticism, magic and Neopaganism, most of those subscribing to these beliefs possessing a generally benign intent, whilst being innocuously ineffectual. If you should care to walk its streets today, you may not find Gwydion Turner himself, but you might well find someone with views not a million miles from those held by the character, and expressed in equally pretentious and portentous tones. His creation arose from my own personal observations of people immersed in the \u2018alternative\u2019 hippie subculture as it then stood some thirty years or so ago, of their attitudes, beliefs and mannerisms. He is representative of a type that seems intent to impose unnecessary complexity upon life, whilst pretending to some closely-guarded esoteric knowledge that transpires to amount to nothing more than a combination of solemn verbiage and a self-professed belief in some \u2018deeper reality hidden behind the veil\u2019. Such attitudes are ripe for satire, although they are so theatrical and outlandish, that those who possess them frequently lapse into self-parody without being conscious of the fact. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Many years ago, I recall happening upon a building in one of the back streets of Weston-Super-Mare that had once served as a temple for the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, but whether it remains there now, I cannot say. Given the absence of any pictures of the Osiris Temple on the internet, perhaps it was demolished some time ago. Still, the former presence of this occult network in Somerset suggested that it could provide fertile material with which to work in creating a Glastonbury mystery: an occult mystery at that, so doubly mysterious. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I leave it to you, dear reader, to determine whether \u2018Gwydion\u2019s Dawn\u2019<\/strong> <\/a>is primarily a mystery or a comedy, but it was written with the intent of being both. You may, perhaps, detect a nod or two to Somerset Maugham\u2019s \u2018The Magician\u2019 (which I read so long ago that I cannot honestly say I recall a great deal), with a touch of \u2018Spinal Tap\u2019 in Gwydion\u2019s musical recollections, and \u2018Hot Fuzz\u2019 in the nature of local policing. Wells, after all, almost shares equal billing with Glastonbury in terms of where the action unfolds, and if you should ever find South Pennard, do let me know. I have heard it said that the peat has long since swallowed up the \u2018Royal Oak\u2019. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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