David Jackson
known to the Craft as
Erilar
September 27, 1952 C.E. - December 5, 1998 C.E.
From the writings of Robert Cochrane:
'Our land of the dead, Apple Island, Avalon, Caerochren. . . is a place that to the image fixed mind, appears as a wooded countryside, with a bleak sea shore. Across deep pasture, lie hills that rise blue heads to the lowering sky. By the sea and across the woods is a small hamlet;
'There you and I my loves
There you and I will lie,
When the cross of resurrection is broken
And our time has come to die.
For no more is there weeping
For no more is there death.
Only the golden sunset,
Only the golden rest.'
(witch song)'
...We will meet and know and remember and love you again, Beloved
Brother...
from the Members of Coven Ashesh Hekat
Yet this is no decay and no destroying,
It is a coming home, a glad returning
To his beloved, his Mother, and his Queen.
The Cave of Night, what is it but her womb,
Which he re-enters to be born anew,
David -
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you;
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you !
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace in the fires of life to you.
Deep peace of the Sun and the Moon to you !
Deep peace of the Lord and Lady to you !
Brigid and Diarmid Gwernan, Lady and Lord of the Plant y Bran
