There is no rest for a questor and so last weekend I was off on a 2.5 hour drive to Silbury Hill just for the sake of the quest. What rational beings we are. As you may recall, when I got this task I was asked to fly a pennant from the ancient hill. Since I have been a bit lacking on that, I asked the dowsing rods if it would be okay for me to just climb it on Sunday. The answer was a disappointing no.
That was Friday night. Saturday morning was fresh and sunny, better than a summers day considering it was early October. Even though I had a lot of indoor work to do my mind and body were aching to be out in the sun, so I figured a trip to Tintagel, Merry Maidens, The Hurlers or any number of other places would suit me fine. The rods however were not playing ball and to each place the answer came no. I was puzzled, perhaps today was a day to just jolly out with no esoteric purpose. On an intuitive hunch I checked to see whether Silbury was appropriate and the rods swung in. What? Again another nudge had me asking and confirming that Saturday was Okay to go but Sunday wasn’t. Weird!
Was I ok to go without a pennant? Yes. Would I still be able to complete the quested key? Yes. Can’t have a better answer than that, so off I went. About half-way there I recalled that Silbury was a prohibited place and pondered whether I should be attempting this in the eves of night. My thinking was on the lines that I could take a little side trip to Glastonbury and then head of towards Silbury in the evening. I stopped the car at a motorway service station to query this point (yes, I really did). And the answer was No! I must go now. Okay, I continued on.
I arrived at the little car park at Silbury at exactly noon and was fortunate enough to have no other spectators. Clambering over the initial barbed fence I was just about to leap the next when I was stopped by a Crow landing noisily on the fence behind me. I stopped and stared at it for several moments trying to divine its purpose. Nothing (I’m still not brilliant with Crows). I turned back to the fence and was about to put my hand out when the Crow screeched alarmingly. It stopped me in my tracks and I considered that I wasn’t meant to be going this way. Taking out my rods to see what they had to say I dropped my bag to the floor by the fence and then saw that the fence was electrified. Phew! That was lucky, I’ve been slugged with an electrifying fence in Ireland last year (was it only last year?) and was lucky enough to be warned off by a Crow. Awesome!
Taking a running jump had me over the fence and away to the hill. Silbury hill, as I mentioned, is a protected monument and all climbing is prohibited. This prohibition is enhanced by the head high fence that surrounds it. I perambulated the fence looking for a weak point and as I approached the road side of the hill I saw two police cars, sans constables parked adjacent to the hill.
O crap! I slowly made my way to the back of the hill and pondered. Should I wait? I asked the rods and they almost imperatively told me that now was the right (and indeed only) time. I was going to get arrested. What would be the fine? The notice on the fence didn’t specify. As I reached the back part of the fence a Crow landed on one of the poles. I walked up to the post and saw that the fence was slightly dented there and also there seemed to be a kind of stepping path up the hill. I didn’t have to use the rods to know that this was the way up. I clambered over the fence and only remembered the police when I was half way up.
In for a penny in for a pound, right? Up and up I clambered until I got to the summit and crouched towards the center. It was a hot and sunny day as I sat upon that magical hill, trying to meditate, whilst my mind was conscious of the two police cars at the bottom of the hill.
Trying to dowse whilst crouching would have made a funny spectacle. Nevertheless I managed to find the right place to sit and how many incense sticks to light, four. I sat in quietude and after some time felt a commune.
Perhaps we should do a post on what the feeling of connection is and how we connect. But I feel that it is so individualistic that it would be almost pointless in doing so. Do you disagree? Let me know and we might rethink our position.
I got an immediate sense of a presence and the now very recognisable voice of Caileach spoke to me. “At this time, this hill is yours. Stand and claim it.” like seriously! Not likely love, was my rather flippant response. “Are you going to crawl around on you knees then? O Knight.” Sarcasm, they say, is the lowest form of wit. But I wasn’t going to accuse a potential Goddess of that. She repeated her command. “This is your hill! Stand and claim it, Walk to the edges and around all the perimeter. Claim it and the blue key” Funny, because as she said Blue key, the policemen down below came to my mind. Blue key, men in blue?
For out of towners, men in blue is a slang term for police officers. It’s the blue uniform.
Again, in for a penny…So I stood up and asked the rods to carve out a path for me that would claim this blue key. They did, and took me along the perimeter where the police could clearly see me again and again. I avoided looking down at the police cars, since energy follows focus. Finally my luck ran out and one of the officers spoke to his companion and pointed up at me. With my reckless sense of abandon, I waived in a jolly way and was surprised to see a wave back. Phew! Really, it was time to make a break. A quick yes from the rods indicated that this blue key was under my belt and a slipped and slid down the hill.
I didn’t have much more to go on than the answer that I had got at the top of the hill. As always, Gwas and I look for confirmation signs after we have been asked or do some work. This occasion was no exception, and although the sun shining on us is often agood indicator, in this instance it had been roasting all day so it didn’t count.
No signs were about as I travelled the 3 hour drive to my rooms. As I got in I sat and watched some TV with my landlord and lady and noted that Merlin (the tv series) was on. As I watched I realised that the protagonist on this occasion was Caileach! I couldn’t believe it! The wench had followed me home.
Kal Malik ~ pandering to the whims of Caileach.