Monday, November 19, 2012

Corryvreckan: The Gateway to Hel


Gray Dog tidal race


In "The Silver Bough" by F. Marian McNeil we read that 'The Cailleach is the genius of winter and the enemy of growth. Her chief seat is Ben Nevis. She ushers in winter by washing her great plaid in the whirlpool of Corryvreckan (Coire Bhreacain : the Cauldron of the Plaid). Before the washing, it is said, the roar of a coming tempest is heard by people on the coast for a distance of twenty miles, for a period of three days until the cauldron boils. When the washing is over, the plaid of old Scotland is virgin white.'


In 1947, the writer George Orwell rented a place on Jura, a Hebridean island shaped like an elongated raindrop overlooking some of the filthiest seas in Europe. Barnhill, a farmhouse tucked right up on the island's north-eastern edge, satisfied Orwell's desire for distance.  It is five miles down a track impassable to anything but tractors, and twenty-five miles from the nearest shop.


War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is Strength

The three slogans of the Party on the Ministry of Truth building


While he was at Barnhill, Orwell began work on the novel which was to become 1984, his apocalyptic fable of the individual within the totalitarian state. During the summer months, Orwell spent time with his son Richard (then still a toddler), his sister Avril and his nephew and niece Lucy and Henry Dakin. 



Barnhill, Isle of Jura
The house owned by the Fletcher family who rented it to Geoerge Orwell in 1946-1948.
He wrote '1984' in the small room above the kitchen.


In August, Orwell proposed a camping expedition over to Jura's western side for a couple of days. On their way back to Barnhill, he took Henry, Lucky and Richard with him on the boat and set off for home, skirting along the island's northern tip. It should have been a brief and unexceptional trip; as it was, Orwell met the  Gulf of Corrievreckan.


View of Corryvreckan whirlpool from a boat


Corrievreckan is the largest whirlpool in European waters and the second largest whirlpool in the world superseded only by the true Maelstrom off the Lofoten Islands near Norway's west coast. Sailors have always considered it one of the great maritime dragons, up there with Portland Bill, the Alderney Race or the Men of Mey in terms of risk and challenge.



Image Credit: Hebridean-Wild


The whirlpool runs between the islands of Jura and Scarba and is formed both by the pressures of a 9-knot tidal bottleneck and by two significant underwater obstructions. The flowing tide pulls water northwards from the Clyde estuary and the Irish Sea into the narrow gap of the Sound of Jura. As all the accumulated weight of water races north-eastwars uup through the Sound, it gathers pace.  By the time it enters the channel between the two islands, it is moving at 9 knots or more, and as it rounds the corner into the Gulf it runs directly into four major opposing forces: the two islands themselves (no more than two-thirds of a mile apart at their narrowest point); a large submerged rock stack to the north of the channel, smooth-sided and vertical on its eastern edge and rising up to within 29 metres of the surface; the current running in the opposite direction round the coast of Scarba, and lastly, a deep sub-aquatic pit hollowed out by the movement of water reaching down 219 metres below the surrounding sea bed and known as the Gateway to Hell.


Data used to derive these images was collected by the Broadscale Mapping Project which was funded by the Crown Estate, Countryside Council for Wales, Natural England [formerly English Nature], Scottish Natural Heritage and the University of Newcastle [SeaMap Research Group], with further support from the European Commission under the Life Programme. Images created by Dr Jon Davies [Joint Nature Conservation Committee] from data supplied by Dylan Todd [Scottish Natural Heritage]. [Copyright Jon Davies (JNCC].


The pit sucks water down and the stack throws it upwards, creating vortices which rise to the surface as pulses. In a heavy wind, the standing waves directly above the stack can reach 10 to 15 feet high, and during the autumnal equinox, when the whirlpool runs in fullest spate, it can revolve at up to 10 knots, pushing the water up at the sides to 30 foot above the surrounding seal level. In those conditions, the water roars. They say that Corrievreckan's thunder can sometimes be heard ten miles or more inland.  As the old Statistical Account of Scotland put it:

'Three currents, formed by the islands and mainland, meet a fourth, which sets in from the ocean. The conflux is dreadful and spurns all descriptions. Even the genius of Milton could not paint the horrors of the scene. At the distance of twelve miles a most dreadful noise, as if all the infernal powers had been let loose, is heard.'


Common seal in speckled dress, Jura
 


References:
Text extracted from The Wreckers: a story of killing seas, false lights and plundered ships by Bella Bathurst, 2005

Images plundered from Hebridean-Wild: exploring in and around the Gulf of Corrievreckan


Further Reading:

Jura & the Corryvreckan ~ tales and legends from an Easter Expedition in 2004.  A delightful travel journal by UK sea-kayaker, Mike Buckley, that tells of little boats and aching arms.

Isle of Jura website

Whirlpool-Scotland ~ get up close and personal with Cailleach's washing-tub in a purpose built catamaran, 'Sea Leopard II'  which took over from its predecessor as the main vessel in operation for Craignish Cruises, in late 2010.

The story of how Corryvreckan got its name by Scot AnSgeulaiche, local historian and storyteller.

About the Cailleach, or Hag of Winter by Stuart McHardy, writer and folklorist. One of the many versions of the Scottish Hag story makes her the chief of eight big old women or witches. This group of nine suggests Ptah and his eight earth gnomes, the nine mothers of Heimdal the Norse god and the Ennead of Heliopolis.

The Goddess in the Landscape - Many mountains and glens in Scotland have stories of the Cailleach, always associated with the local landscape, for the stories were always told in such a way as to find an easy reception amongst their audience. Placenames and associated tales put her all over our landscape

Priestesses of the Deer ~ J.G. Mackay published an article on Deer Goddess cults in the Scottish Highlands in Folklore 1934. He drew attention to the two meanings of the Gaelic word Fiadh as deer and God. He cites numerous examples of Highland tales which refer to the Cailleach associating with deer.


 


 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Beyond Man in a Beyond Place


From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.




The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. ~ Carl Sagan, 1934-1996


Image: Pale Blue Bartholomew robot sculpture

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme

The Sacrificial Lamb by Josefa de Obidos


A traumatic stressor does not have to be as severe as war or a terrorist attack, however. For instance, a person could experience falling off a bicycle as a child as terribly traumatic and could then have symptoms for the rest of his or her life. It is the perception of the event that matters, not its actual content. Symptoms can include insomnia, repeated dreams and visual, auditory, sensory, or emotional flashbacks of the event or of equally frightening scenarios, hypervigilance, an exaggerated startle reflex, chronic pain, depression, and addiction, among others.
The Native American psychologist, Eduardo Duran, calls such imprints within individuals, families and cultures, “soul wounds”. Soul wounds are not just emotional, but also spiritual. Unresolved trauma leaves a wide rift in the fabric of our beliefs and trust in the innate goodness of life, our physical and emotional safety, our sense of meaning, purpose, and connection to a higher power. These wounds, or gaps in our sense of self, can then be passed down generation after generation if they are not healed. ~ Rachel E. Mann


Extracted from
Can Trauma be Healed with the Wisdom of Rattle and Stone? - Shaman Portal

Into the Heartland

An Offering to Venus (1912)
John William Godward


John William Godward is an artist who will forever remain a mystery. He was a pathological loner, with a reclusive nature so profound that modern psychologists have surmised that he suffered from avoidant personality disorder. Shy, consumed by fears of criticism and rejection, and convinced he was not good in social situations, Godward avoided most interpersonal relationships, and as such, did not leave behind a cache of correspondence nor the reminiscences of friends by which the world might know him better. And at age 62, when Godward took his own life, his parents, already ashamed that their son had chosen to be an artist rather than an insurance clerk, found themselves so disgraced by their son's action, that they tried to expunge all record of his very existence; to this day there is only one known photograph of Godward and it is of him as a toddler. ~ M. D. Innis

Text sourced from Underpaintings