In
May of 2014 I set off from the village of Nether Stowe, past the remains of a Norman
Castle and into the Quantock Hills. Following
the footsteps of the belated poet-philosopher, Samuel Coleridge, I hoped to
glimpse what filled his imagination as he trampled over these English hills.
I followed a beautiful brook to a rise from
which I could see West across the Bristol Channel into Wales. But then I turned eastward into a thick, dark
wood… Stumbling onto the depressions of an iron-age
fort, my sixth sense began to feel this place’s history of occult violence. The
forest is literally rooted in thousands of years of bloodshed.
One spot is called Walford’s Gibbet, where
in 1789 John Walford, murdered his pregnant wife. The locals carted him and his sobbing mistress
to this spot in order to restore the land’s equilibrium. They hung Walford on a
gallows, leaving his body until it fell to the ground exactly one year from the
day of the murder.
I escaped out on a delicate meadow called a
heath. But then, I remembered Shakespeare in Macbeth evidently believed witches were regularly out upon such
heaths stirring the pot of history.
No wonder such a walk inspired Coleridge
to write, “I readily believe there to be more invisible beings, than visible
ones in the universe.” Such walks
inspired Coleridge to write The Rime of
the Ancient Mariner in which a character kills an albatross. The sailors in the poem blame the ship’s misfortunes
on the killing’s ill-effects, and they hang the dead bird around the Mariner’s
neck as a remedy.
Today, few sports fans are aware of this
origin for the expression about an athlete “carrying an albatross around his
neck.” But the persistence of the
expression suggests we do intuitively understand carrying around psycho-spiritual
burdens from past mistakes.
Nobody escapes such burdens if they seek to
navigate the spiritual world without guidance.
There are macabre realities that will weigh us down. Often the only godly response is to pray and run
to the one who frees us from nature’s haunting memories.
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