The Hedge Druid

A short post this time to tell you about an amazing thing that happened at West Kennett Long Barrow.A few weeks ago I visited Wiltshire for the OneFest festival. It was OK – some surprises and some people who should have done better, but the real fun was actually our visits to the sacred sites in the area. For the first time I got to take my wife around the places that have almost become a second home to me I’ve visited them so often! On our lists were Avebury and my favourite West Kennett Long Barrow, in the shadow of Silbury Hill.

We got out of the car facing Silbury Hill. I pointed it out to her and waited for her opinion…. “It looks like a big heap of soil.” she stated prosaically. I looked at her dumbfounded, then regaled her with facts about its construction and its energetic powers. She looked at me unimpressed. “It looks boring.” I gave up. Let’s see if West Kennett vould do more to break through. As we walked up the long slope to the barrow there was only a slight warm breeze – good conditions considering it was usually windswept and cold, even on a summer day.

The Pyramid of Power

As we approached I stopped some twenty feet from the entrance. I knew we stood at the outskirts of the aura, the energy field that the barrow emits. To transgress the boundary without acknowledgement or respectful entry is to arrive as a tourist. The rewards of entering as a shamanic visitor are much greater. I asked for entry for us both, and waited for a response. M knows my ways now and waited with me, remarking on the huge length of the construction, which is rivalled only by Wayland’s Smithy for size.

As we entered I said to M – “Why don’t we find which is the right way for you to enter?”. “Okay, ” she said, “but I think I already know.” I got the rods out and began to request a path for her to enter the site by the most energetic path. Doing this means that you arrive at your power centre retaining as much personal subtle energy as possible. If you don’t follow such a path you risk losing energy by interacting with incompatible energy fields that interfere without personal energies. That’s how I understand it, anyway, and it’s something I’ve developed as a means of ensuring I arrive at the most energetic spot with the maximum energy of my own before doing any work.

I walked through the ‘entrance’ – a spot near to the side of the stone portal, and then the rods took me along the side of the earth mound for about fifteen feet before taking me up a thin path to the top of the mound. From there I was led back to the front of the mound where the rods circled some ten feet back from the skylight in the top of the barrow. Something wasn’t right, though. This wasn’t the “final destination”. It felt like there was somewhere else to go. M walked up to me and confirmed that the path I had taken was the one she was thinking of following herself! OK – but what about this “end point” that didn’t feel like then end? She said that she felt herself that her power centre was actually more to one side of the mound, some six feet away from where I was standing. I dowsed to see whether there was any connection between my finding and the one that M believed was her proper power centre. They were indeed linked. I asked if this energy path linked with anything else? It did – a third and final power centre. So, M had three power centres all linked in a triangular formation on top of the barrow. As a strange coincidence my power centre was in the middle of her triangle of power centres. Mmmm…something to be investigated at some further time.

Tears From Heaven

Then a really strange thing happened. One of those moments where you don’t really believe it’s happening.

We had both been standing in our respective power centres until we felt ready to enter the barrow. We stood in the countyard or parch area as I took some photographs, as I usually do. At that moment M exclaimed surprise and I turned around to see what she was shouting about. She held her hand towards me and said, “There is water running down the side of my nose!”. I went to stand next to her and see if this was true. Her hand was wet and there was a streak of water that ran from her forehead down the side of her nose. While I was looking at her the flow of water continued to drip from her nose, and she looked like she needed a tissue to wipe her nose, but it was definitely water.

M finds water trickling down her face

We both looked up to check if there was a cloud above us. No – clear skies and the occasional white and grey cloud high up, but passing quickly. She looked really shocked and puzzled.

This continued for another thirty seconds of so and then stopped. All the time I was next to her and could see that her hair was dry, blowing in the strong wind, and that there weren’t any rain clouds near by. Yes, there were some clouds with dark patches in them scudding by in the general vicinity, but if they were dropping water on her for half a minute then they would have had to stand still in the sky for that time, and why didn’t I get splattered too, when I was stood right next to her? She didn’t get any drops of water anywhere else on her – her coat was dry. But these “tears” just ran down her nose as though from her eyes, but actually from her forehead. It was very very odd to witness it. You wouldn’t have believed this if you hadn’t been there!

I reckon it was the tears of the site guardian. Perhaps there was some message in this act, but it has yet to be realised, and now seems like the association would be too stretched if we attached it to any event. It therefore remains one of those mysterious signs to which we cannot ascribe any meaning, but which we will tell as a strange tale of an unusual happening at a sacred site.

Gwas.

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