Stories in the Summerlands: A pilgrimage into esoteric Avalon

It is said that when Britain is in the direst peril and needs him the most, King Arthur will arise from his grave and return.We know this because we used to hear rhymes about it while still in the cradle - bardic poems that hailed from of an age that Time forgot, when our ancestors carved stories about the Once and Future King in the green and pleasant hills of Avalon, and then left them there for the salvation of mankind. These esoteric dramas are as rich and fertile as the black peat laid down in the soil of the salt marshes and flower-filled meadows of Somerset in England, because they are threaded through with the resonances of songlines that come from gentler, slower days ...when both treasure and pleasure were measured by meaning and a man's dreams were valued more than gold.The deeper significance of these plays is only visible to those who have the eyes to see, who have the "knowledge of the stars" - which few do today. And yet they are still faithfully acted out, every night,