A friend blogged about healing. Which produced thought and review of family history or hearsay. There is not historical prove of this so do not spend endless hours seeking where the writings are for this ceremony. I do not know if this was from my Scottish, German or French heritage I was young when I was told of it, could have just been a story told to captivate the children on a winter's night , back then there was no Nintendo or videos we relied on stories of old at family gatherings.
It would seem that in years long since passed a group of knights would in the event of a death of one of them which seemed to happen often . Would gather at sunset on the highest point of land around to hold his spirit back from the heavens . There at sunset they would unsheathe their swords and hold tightly onto them as the sun faded into the lands to the west. They would not sheath them again till the last rays of sun had left the sky the story goes that this was to hold the memories and show the loyalty to their lost comrade in arms. One month later the ceremony would be repeated at sunset facing the west they again would hold their sword in their hand this time as the sunset they would sheath their swords to show the fallen comrade that all unfulfilled duties and debt was released and he could depart from this realm for the next.
Funny how we all have different ceremonies, customs and places that promote healing for individuals. The one thing that links us is the solitude of the place even when with a group of people. I have my mossy rock in a babbling brook or my mountain facing west others have secret gardens and locked doors all armor that protects and allows us to heal it allows us to take the next step with strength and conviction
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