Cry of the Rooks

In the early spring of 2001, deep within Snowdonia National Park in North Wales, a group of people headed into the mountains to attend a Shamanic spiritual weekend, being held in a disused Victorian school that was built in the 1800s. The school itself was built close to a small mining village that had established itself along the foothills of Mount Snowdon, and on the day the group arrived the village was shrouded in the cold, early morning mist that rolled down the slopes of the mountain, eventually burning away with the slow warmth of the midday sun. The Shamanic weekend the group was attending was a short break dedicated to giving spiritual insight as well as a look inside the mentality of the Shaman people who shared the same beliefs as the tribal priests of North Wales. They also can trace their roots back to the Celtic Druids, in their practising of sorcery and beliefs, especially in the worship of demons. The weekend was guaranteed to broaden the horizons of all who attended into the lives of the Shaman. The abandoned school, the site chosen to host the weekend, had previously been converted into an Outward-Bound centre many years before, but had been forced to close following the aftermath of a freak tornado. The tornado hit with such force that it had completely ripped away most of the school's roof, as well as completely destroy the heavy wooden stairs that lay below. It is safe to say that the visitors to this Shamanic weekend got more than they bargained for during the weekend, for not only did they get close to the spirits that walked this land over two thousand years ago, but they found themselves amongst them. It turned out that the school was built over an ancient burial ground, and the forgotten buried beneath would be determined to remind everyone of their continued existence, and to ultimately drive them away. What follows is an account based on my own experiences. In the course of collecting material and writing this account down onto paper,