Eclipse 2

We stayed awake waiting for dawn. Once the earliest of tonal change could be seen i gathered our tackle, popped a 1p- Lsd, a boost and we were off. At the Cley hill car park two vehicles and a couple of crusty Mystics wandered ahead. Cley Hill is the site of more UFO sightings than any other place in the country. It has been used variously by many peoples through the years. It's most obvious detailing is much like an Iron Age hill fort, similar to the patterns seen at bury ditches and others. Behind the hill a slope leads down to another mound. Chalk chunks speckle the green and a few desperate wind sculpted hawthorns cling on. Small dug out wind breaks, man side rabbit scrapes. Cloud obscured sun. But we were early and positive.
By nine some 200 people from families to single hippies, Mystics to students, astronomers to shamen, all drawn by this transcendent moment. I looked, all were scattered, but, unlike virtually any other event, it was knobhead free.
As things progressed, cloud thinnings meant a layer prevented eye protection. Like an oil painting, or a constable sky, bruised and moody. Blues, greys and golds formed patterns that would open for a minute or a few seconds, revealing the alignment. Using the sacrament I channelled all power to Leeds.
It amazes me how many new shamen think they can miss out the backy. Tobacco ensures a whole bunch of evil demons and spirits are kept at bay. England's PC smoking laws has seen some new shamen, all hip with the crowd, letting all and sundry through because they're scared to smoke. Us serious shamen are endlessly clearing up after there loose ceremonies.
In Leeds, a team of a few golden agers but largely the new break throught from Leeds achademy looked very covincing. The Wigan youths are a young bunch of talent and perhaps it's the Burrow and McGuire presence that seperates. Leeds were glorious and, most remarkable was Sinfield did not play yet Leeds looked very organised. For several years, if sir Kev was injured, they would lose, such was the magnitude of his game reading and vision. From 2012s cup Wigan victory till there first grand final win under macdermott, Sinfield was godlike. For that window he was the greatest player on the planet. Not great in all skills but he understood a game, where to tighten, when to fire the boys up. 2013 he was still godlike, that grand final he was smashed down after every kick with the intent of putting out for the game. Twice he was knocked out and twice he rose to lead Leeds again to a sixth Grand Final win. Two nights. First I missed due to illness. Second I was determined after Warringtons win I drove down for. Again won from fifth. The greatest Leeds side ever.