The adventures at Roslin have been numerous, with the site being internationally renowned for the mystery that surrounds it, particularly its famous chapel.
The place is the target of various legends and myths; from the 1980s onwards the story that there was a connection to the Knights Templar order and the chapel began to swarm. However, a quick Google search throws me to the Wikipedia page for the site, where the connection is disproved.
History is convoluted, always, if you have not been to a place when the events took place, you can never really know one hundred percent what happened there. Even if you are there, on numerous occasions you won’t know, even if you are present at the time. In saying this, I leave the window open to all the legends that surround the place like a mysterious and persistent fog, after all, that’s what this page is a bit about, opening windows to the unknown.
Well, knowing that Roslyn had certain fame, Laura and I had our first “date” as friends to go there on an excursion, back in 2015. On that occasion, we just arrived and explored the chapel, since, if I remember correctly, neither of us had been there before. We entered the place. We had both been studying art history, and in general, we are interested in art and, for me in particular, architecture. It’s a peculiar place, to say the least, it’s full of symbolism. Not a big place but not tiny, as its name suggests: it is a chapel.
Catholic or Episcopalian, the worship that took place within its walls was certainly not supposed to include, at least officially, the figure of the Green Man.
However, his face can be found all over the building, decoratively, but undoubtedly very repetitively it is on practically all the walls. This is very striking, considering that archetypically he could be related to Bacchus, who is intimately linked with initiations into the mysteries. All this seems to add to the mysterious mist that brings the peculiar temple its fame. Initiatory symbols? Legends and hearsay, but this place is energetically charged, strong.
We have returned countless times to the site, but especially to walk through the small valley that the river creates in Rosslyn, as well as its woodland and the ruins of a castle owned by the family that owns the chapel, and much land in the area, the Sinclair clan.
The Rosslyn Valley is special, it has a very strong fairy tale vibe in different parts of the forest, as well as being beautiful, the walking trails are entertaining and diverse.
The river flows steadily and powerfully, especially when it rains, and its reddish waters are not exactly warm. The river sound is everywhere and is the center of natural life. There are many big trees in this little corner of the world, a nice walk will introduce you to many of them, autumn or spring best time to go. Summer is fine too, but there will be fewer flowers and it rains, more or less torrentially, very quickly, especially in August.
There is a place called Rose Bank, which must have been an old house, stone walls and all. There are several trees, semi-rectangular stones scattered all over the place, and somewhat strong energy. Watching over the place is an imposing large chestnut tree. There are crystals in the tree, it is common to find remnants of rituals in these woods, the local pagan community often has fired, and also venerates their oldest trees. Next to this one, there is another chestnut tree… however, this one looks old and sickly, its color stained with the grey of corruption and its half-dried branches find the ground, with barely a chance to touch the sky, or even try.
In this place, the energy is quite peculiar, and on subsequent excursions, to the site, we continued to investigate the nature of the strange vibe.
The day of the video below was the first day we filmed there. We explored a path that leads out from behind the chapel, through the undergrowth weeds and bushes, ending at the path that takes you to the ruins of the Sinclair castle. After a quick investigation, we approached the river, climbing up some large rocks we decided to meditate. There were symbols on the rock, engravings. Plus a strange feeling of being watched.
In meditation, just as I was relaxing something big fell into the river, which made a noise that broke my concentration. It sounded as if someone had had to throw something, but we didn’t see anyone around.
