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Bless you both for an unforgettable experience and also a wonderful 'read'.
As I have read I have been both unable to put the book down and unable to
continue reading.
You have taught me so much of the land, of men and women and of love.
Thank you Peter, U.K.
I have to say I highly recommend the book. I read it in one day! I couldn't put it down.
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So when I did get it I dived in eagerly. I was expecting a story about the deep history of Britain, its myths and characters who exerted a profound influence on our later collective psyche. I got those in a story rich in myth, characterisation and history. The story is told by each of the two main characters in their own distinctive voice. Joseph of Arimethea, known as Eosaidh in the book, comes to England in his job as a trader and traveller and meets Vivian, the High Priestess of the Goddess at Avalon. Their meeting has a profound effect on them both and this story begins when Joseph, ready to cease from his travelling, comes to end his life in the West Country. Here he encounters Vivian again and their story of love and honour unfolds in the context of the ending of one world and the dawn of another as the Romans invade and change England forever. Like all good stories once begun I could not put it down , it drew me in and I wanted to know what happened. But more than that it surprised and even shocked me. Even in the compulsion of wanting to know what happened I had to pause, to wait as if for breath and let the story happen to me before continuing. Vivian describes the land, my land as only a priestess can and I am drawn to see and feel things locked deep in my memory that I had forgotten I remembered. Mud between the toes, darkness, real darkness of the sky at night and the sounds and touch of the marsh, of water and of the land. It is not the description of the land it is the gift of the land. There is more - as she shows Eosaidh the difference between men and women my eyes are opened and my breath hurts. I am given a secret which has been before me all my life that until now I have never seen so clearly. Eosaidh's response is authentic and honourable in a new deeper sense of the word that goes beyond our normal usage. I hear his voice, feel the turbulence in his heart, and the deep longings of his soul as if they were mine. The book gives me more than a wonderful story. Today I looked at the land and the people I live with differently. That is a gift worth reading for.
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This is an epic tale about a mythic time in history, during the Roman invasions in Britain, the Jewish Diaspora, the defiance of the Druids, and the survival of the ancient cult of the Goddess in the British Isles. The magical precincts of Glastonbury set the stage for this incredible story of ancient ceremonies, forbidden love, tragic loss, Roman conquest, religious and spiritual clashes. The story explores the genesis of many British legends; the visit of Joseph of Arimathea and his young nephew, Jesus, to Britain; the holy Isle of Apples and its priestesses; and Arthurian legends, including the mystery of the Holy Grail and the Sword in the Lake. It is also a romantic story about two individuals from almost incompatible cultures, and how they both discover the path of love, trust, and acceptance in spite of the growing religious, cultural, and political chaos that surrounds them. This book will appeal to both Pagans and Christians, drawing on the best from both worlds, as well as acknowledging some of the weaknesses. A thought provoking and spiritually challenging book, it is impossible to put it down. Written by two outstanding bards, presenting two alternate views of their world, this book is a mesmerizing look into a time shrouded in the mists of a sacred land and its history. The Apple and the Thorn is more than a story of long ago, it is written from the heart of a priest and priestess, and is a personal telling of Emma and Walter’s own profound spiritual experiences. We are living in a time of harsh judgment and religious division today. History comes in cycles that often reflect each other, and this is a timely book, relevant to the religious chaos of present times. In the end, this is a book about healing the fear, mistrust and hate which divides us, and suggests a world where all spiritual paths are acknowledged and celebrated, each a part of the vast web of human spirituality. |
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The Story line and it's journey is so enjoyable and easily read as a piece of
'fiction' and I'm guessing there will be many who will pick this up as a 'story book'
with no experience of the 'Craft Paths' and feel underlying 'truths' in the story. I finished 'Apple and Thorn ' amidst all the chaos of my three children playing around my feet and found tears running down my face. I honestly don't know how to write a review of this book. For me, both of your writing in this book hits very close to home and contains much I identify with (obviously heavily coloured with my own experiences) : Bobcat : in your writing I see much of what you tried to teach me and that I grokked but couldn't quite 'see' in words that I could understand, and this book has helped place those intuitions in words. Oakwyse: I recognised the confusion felt by 'Eos' and his attempts to understand the teachings and concepts - it is a 'gentle joke' with BC and her Apprentices that there is a lot of the Church of England Choir boy I was once was, still in me. 'Eos' journey to understand is wonderfully written and 'experienced'. The two of you have crafted a beautiful book that resonates so wonderfully within me; all though it may sound silly, I want to say thank you both for creating it. Wayne Danewood |
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Dear Emma, Just to say I've finished The Apple and the Thorn: It was beautiful, enchanting and meaningful. Guess I, too, feel 'the lad' has been badly mis-understood and mis-represented for centuries. As a Vicar I often looked at the institution I was part of and wondered how on earth we could possibly reflect the spirit of that Palestinian mystic & storyteller, who gave us such pearls as The Parable of the Prodigal Son etc. Your's and Bill's book has been another important step in my journey to discovering who I am and where I find my God. Thank You! Mark Townsend |
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Is it a novel? Is it a theological treatise? Is it myth reworked? Well… yes, yes and yes. It’s a bumblebee too. You know – theoretically the bee’s body is too heavy for its wings, making it unable to fly. However, the bee doesn’t know it’s aerodynamically unsound, and it manages to fly very nicely, thank you. The weight of theology and philosophy in The Apple and the Thorn ought to keep it mired on the ground, but somehow it manages to fly right up there alongside the bumblebee. (And produces some fine honey too.) The two main characters in the story are Joseph of Arimathea (called Eosaidh in the book), and Vivian, the Lady of the Lake. The narration moves from one to the other and begins as Eosaidh arrives in Avalon, fifteen years after his great-nephew was crucified in Jerusalem. Eosaidh settles on what is now Wearyall Hill, and meets his old friend Vivian once more. They seek to understand each other’s spirituality, exploring their very different beliefs about the divine, about male and female, light and dark, the outer and the inner worlds, and the importance of the land itself. Often they misunderstand each other, but there is always liking and respect between them, and before long they have become lovers. The peaceful idyll is shattered with the arrival of strangers who lay claim to twelve hides of Avalon’s sacred land. They are converts to the new Christian cult, and they see the Lady and her people as sorceresses and demons. Hot on their heels are the pragmatic Romans who seek only to quell rebellion and seize the wealth and resources of the land. Eosaidh’s loyalties are torn in many directions and the love that he and Vivian share is tested to the limit. Reading The Apple and the Thorn was a delightful experience for me. As I neared the end, I read ever more slowly, wanting to postpone for as long as possible the moment of our separation. I knew how it would end, but the tears are still on my cheeks as I write.
Pat Mead |
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