Every year, I stay in deepest Somerset after the Glastonbury festival of everything alternative and I walk across farmland about four miles to buy fresh free range eggs from a frail old lady whom I now know quite well.

This year, on one of my visits to this old lady, the full moon was still visible in the morning sky, the same colour as the corn in the field I walk through.

Usually I have to wind down psychically after Glastonbury, but as I walked back with my eggs, I realized there was no wind and no birdsong and the stillness of the air felt almost electric. I was stopped suddenly in a cornfield as the spirit of a man stood up from the ground in front of me.

He said he had been in the earth quite some time with the other men who now stood up behind him. He said “The lord of the manor told all the menfolk to prepare for a battle” explaining that “they were all under threat and each man must do his bit.”

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He remembered that “Over one hundred men came from nearby villages to fight; they found a good place on slightly high ground on the Somerset levels (just twelve miles from the annual festival site) and stood together in a line; all peasant farmers – some with muskets, some with pitchforks and pikes. They were facing a few soldiers and three cannons.

Then they saw a large number of the King’s red-coated soldiers on horseback who rounded the hill and began to charge the peasants.

The swords were flashing brightly in the sun as the disciplined cavalry charged through, chopping and slashing, killing possibly a third of the farmers. The cries of the wounded and dying ringing in the air was an unforgettable sound.

glastombury hill2The King’s cavalry rounded and gathered together at the same place and charged the farmers again. This time several of the men broke and ran, causing everyone to throw down their weapons and run for their lives. Many men were cut down by the King’s cavalry as they frantically tried to escape.

“We are all buried in the cornfield” he continued. “Please pray for us stranger, we are good men but are very afraid. We have been fearfully waiting judgement for so long.”

I told him “Today you are free. Tell the others to go to God’s appointed place. You must remain here no more. Go and find your families.”

As they slowly walked away I realized some of them were no more than boys. They had been lying, waiting in the cornfield after a battle that took place a long, long time ago.

On passing through later that day, the cornfield had become alive with birdsong. There was a totally different feeling to the whole place and I felt sure that at last, those brave souls had finally found peace.

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