Sometimes we come across the odd miracle or two. Sometimes the miracle can be explained if one is aware of the nature of subtle energy and the way that natural magick works (see the post The Nine Doctrines of Natural Magick). I came across such a miracle recently, and I decided to do a bit more investigation into what the actual constituent parts were that contributed to the result.
The miracle involved a very distraught dog owner. This lady, oddly enough, has the eyes of a cat – very striking – yet she is a dog owner who loves her pet very much. We had known each other on a regular but casual basis for several months, and we had begun to chat in that time, albeit very briefly. She called me to one side one day, enquiring in hushed tones whether I wanted to hear something “really weird”. Did I? Weird is what I do, lady! She didn’t know that - yet – she thought I was normal.
She explained her sad tale. How her dog had become ill with something which several vets in succession had been unable to diagnose and treat. The lady had spent £2000 on treatments and visits up to this point and the dog was only getting worse with the original illness, and now the side effects of the treatments. In desperation a lady went to the local homoeopath in the town where I work. And this, the lady explained, was the weird bit. The homoeopath had hung a crystal from a chain and swung it around over some bottles. You’ll never guess what – it actually moved towards certain bottles when she asked it questions! The look on the lady’s face was inviting me to be similarly surprised by this magical action. I smiled. “I know, ” I said, “I do that too. It’s called dowsing.” If possible her eyebrows moved further towards the back of her head. My veneer of normality had one layer scraped away.
As she continued to explain how the homoeopath had selected the cure and then dowsed for the frequency of application I began to wonder if this was something that I should begin to take more of an interest in? Anyway, the cure was as yet unproven. The lady finished her tale and then said, “What do you think of that? Do you think it will work?” I said that I was sure it would, but that more important than what I thought, she had to believe it would work too. I stressed how important that was, and then left her with that, saying I would check back with her regularly.
At home I couldn’t shake off the idea that I could help here. I grabbed my dowsing rods and asked them if I could contribute without detrimental effect. They confirmed that I could. I stood in my power centre at home, grounding then connecting to the subtle energy forces. Then I pictured the lady, and through her, connected to her dog. I could ‘see’ the overall condition was not good – the illness was affecting the whole of the dog’s aura which looked like a sickly pale green colour – a kind of insipid lime colour, like pale phlegm. I gathered up a whole load of subtle energy from my staff, from the dog’s surroundings and then from myself, and I pushed the whole collection of energies down through the energetic bridge, using my heart chakra and a loving emotion to be the motivation for the movement. I held the stream open for about ten seconds and when i felt the energy was being received I discontinued the connection, grounding, disconnecting, and clearing myself back to a neutral state.
During the next week i asked how things were going.
There have been a lot of ‘big’ posts recently, but here is a little one. A little story about how the forces of Nature can work with you in daily life to make your life a little better.
I often go out running at lunch time. My work is flexible enough to allow it, and the environment has a number of different terrains so that I can plot a suitable route to match the time I have or the run I want to do. This day I wanted to do a shorter run, just a gentle stroll after the previous day’s hard run to get myself in the habit of going out running regularly, and to prepare myself for a forthcoming 10k run in December.
I got into a short-sleeved top and light leggings. Although the air was cold the sky was blue and the sun was at its midday height. Lovely – perfect conditions. I set off on my smaller route at a comfortable pace. At one point I passed a fellow runner and complimented him on his economical style.
I just turned a corner, increasing my pace as I was relaxing now, and remembering to bring my legs up higher. I looked up at the sky ahead. It was a wall of dark grey in the middle distance. Wintry rain and sleet, I reckoned. The kind of rainfall that gives people in short sleeves a short sharp shock to the system and which can lead to an illness pretty quickly.
I thought about the route ahead which might eventually collide with the cloud front. Did I want to go that way, I asked? Silence. Then I thought about the alternative route – a quick and straight job back down the main road – noisy but direct. At that moment a hawk which I couldn’t see made a familiar quick sharp cry. A sign! I had my answer!
I ran back the short route watching the cloud all the way back. It seemed that I was running in a patch of blue sky above – had I made the wrong decision? Could I have carried on without getting rained on? I debated this all the way back to the office. However, I also thought about the consequences if the hawk’s cry had been the correct sign to follow. I decided to play it safe and to send the hawk some energy – offering it strength and a keen eye on its winter hunting missions. That seemed a fair exchange.
I turned into the covered archway leading to the company’s offices, and slowed my pace to a walk. At that moment the clouds arrived overhead and began to throw down sleet and wetness in large quantities. I ducked into the office quickly. Perfect timing! The hawk had been right. Thanks!
This is possibly the most exciting, scary and powerful magickal experience I have ever had. It was the culmination of a whole year’s work, but it was also an opportunity that I thought I had missed. How wrong I was. I was about to be tested like never before, but the rewards would be all the more fulfilling. If you read no other post on this blog, read this one.
Alderley Edge is a fun place to spend a night when the moon is beginning to come into its powers. Kal and I ventured out to this magickal forest one evening as the moon was waxing to its fullest, but had not yet reached that point. Once inside the forest I dowsed that it was at nearly 10% of its full potential. The following evening it would be at 55%, and then it would rise to 100% in the middle of Sunday.The three days of the Full Moon – The Hunter’s Moon – would be useful for we Seekers.
For me, personally, I have been working towards Samhain all year, preparing for a predicted challenge. I did a tarot reading at the start of the year which indicated that there would be some point of recapitulation during which the opportunity would be afforded for me to raise my abilities and make some real profound progress on my spiritual path. Tonight was the night to meet this challenge!
This is how I read the Camelot Oracle cards at the start of the year:-
CARDS: Blaise in Castle Mortal at Samhain
CHALLENGE. Whatever you are waiting for, is delay the result of reservation or suspicion?
Arthur’s Stone in Herefordshire was the site I had in mind to begin the process of visiting Castle Mortal and meeting with the energy entity which I could identify as Blaise - Merlin’s teacher and master. Although this was an Arthur-related site, I felt it had a strong affinity with Merlin too. However, my visit to Arthur’s Stone had not yielded any information about the tarot challenge. This had bothered me. Had I missed the opportunity? The dowsing rods indicated otherwise when asked. My dowsing showed me that actually I had needed the Merlin interaction, and that there was still a chance for me to find out about my Blaise/Castle Mortal challenge. Alderley Edge was a suitable location, said the rods. Then I would take the chance.
Who is Blaise?
That turns out to be a more difficult question than it first appears. On the face of it you would think that there ought to be a considerable amount of information about a figure related to such a person as Merlin. Actually, there are only a few vague sentences.
“Robert de Boron lays great emphasis on Merlin’s power to shapeshift, on his joking personality, and on his connection to the Holy Grail. This text introduces Merlin’s master Blaise, who is pictured as writing down Merlin’s deeds, explaining how they came to be known and preserved.” (source: Wikipedia)
Adam Ardrey (web site) in his book “Finding Merlin” reckons he knows who the man might be:
“I have argued in Finding Merlin that the real ‘Merlin’ was a specific late 6th c. British man of central Scotland; a man who worked with Arthur, Arthur Mac Aedan, against the Angles; a man I now call Merlin-Lailoken.
In Finding Merlin I also identified Merlin-Lailoken’s teacher as a man his friends called Cathen the Druid.
It was this Cathen who came to be called Blaise” (source: Finding Merlin)
Cathen, the author goes on to describe, is a nickname for a fighter – a druid in active physical rebellion. A worthy adversary, and a glorious archetype for me at this point in the year.
Where is Castle Mortal?
If you thought the last question was difficult, this one is even more challenging. There is no information about this place outside of the book which accompanies the Camelot Oracle.
“The castle is sometimes known as the Dangerous Castle, and is often said to harbour temptations of some kind. Only those who accept their spiritual selves, who are humble enough to allow spiritual protection into their lives, and who know that the secret of the Grail is service to others can leave unscathed.”
I asked if I could try to complete my quest to find Blaise, and fulfil the tarot reading that I had done at the start of the year – to meet Blaise at Samhain at Castle Mortal where he would pose the ultimate question – was I committed or not to this path of druidry?
I let one dowsing rod describe a path to the place where we could meet. The meeting point turned out to be a tree just off one of the main paths close to the cliffs which gave Alderley Edge its name. The tree was a tall mature pine – the only one if its kind within visible range – and it was bathed in a powerful moonlight which threw pale shadows around as it lit the black and white scene.
After grounding, centring, connecting and asking the permission of the pine tree to work within its aura space I began to call upon Blaise to make himself known to me. As my head cleared out of the day’s junk so a presence made itself known, like an extra shadow slipping in behind a tree. I asked my first question:
“Where is Castle Mortal?”
The answer came back directly and succinctly:
“It is a place where you are in mortal peril.”
Somewhere in Alderley Edge? Well, interesting correlation because the Camelot Oracle defines Castle Mortal as being “Northwest following the Turning Path“. An apt description of where I was right this moment.
It didn’t take a genius to begin to piece together an Infernal Triangle of “mortal”, “edge” and “peril”. There was a hefty and audible gulp taken as I came back to normal consciousness and headed over to the nearby tree where Kal was standing. He had done his work, but I didn’t want to say anything about mine next, except to ask him a question – would he hold on to my car keys and phone. He might need them… if….
The sentence remained incomplete. But he knew something was afoot.
My previous visit in 2011 to Arthur’s Stone had been in full sunshine. Today, Samhain, was very different with a blanket of grey cloud shedding rain all around us in sporadic bursts. I felt sure that we were in for a damp visit, but on arrival the clouds stopped dispensing rain and left only a wet sheen over everything, clouds still deepening in the background.
Kal set about trying to make the sun appear. By now I knew better than to vocalize any doubts about his abilities, but I have to say that I was really doubtful that he could penetrate the dense grey could cover that was all around us, and had been for most of the drive into Herefordshire. If anything, it was getting thicker and darker with every passing minute. Nevertheless, he stated his intention and I left him to his impossible task.
The second place we intended to visit on Samhain this year was a newly-designated stone circle on the exposed side of Hay Bluff. Hay Bluff is a beautiful bracken-laden burgeoning hill which rolls gently upwards from Abergavenny until it tilts downward towards its English cousin Hay-On-Wye. As we rose towards the top of the hill we simply had to stop and take some photographs because the vista was so stunning.
The drive up revealed the autumn rust colours of the bracken contrasting beautifully with the remaining greenery. The narrow road gave us a few heart-stopping moments, but on the whole most people were very courteous in letting us past or negotiating a passing place. It was worth the treacherous and tortuous tiny road required to reach the top.
A Sad Little Circle
On arrival we found that the exposed ‘circle’ was too windy and wet to do much for any length of time. We had to work quickly. The circle has one standing stone a few feet tall and angled. Other stones are small, buried and often missing. The size of the circle is about ten feet in diameter. It doesn’t dowse as being very strong. No wonder it had gone unrecognised for so long!
My reason for visiting was that I thought we have some work to do here and I want to find out what that was. Were we expected to protect it, put energy into it, clean it up or restore its spirit of place? I got out of the car and began to dowse despite the howling wind that was causing people around us to pull hoods up tight and shuffle off on their walks with some element of doubt about why they had chosen this day.
The dowsing revealed that we should work to restore the circle’s part in a larger network by inviting back the missing Spirit of Place.
I turned to Kal and explained my findings. He explained his. They were the same! With that kind of independent correlation we knew we had to do something. We split up again and began to work how each of worked best.
In this second part of my Samhain visit to Tinkinswood I tell about how I negotiate the charging of my new yew staff at a sacred site near to Cardiff. The site is a ‘burial chamber’, and was chosen due to the amazing response we got from it on our last visit. Having travelled over three hours to get here, we were rather pleased that the site was in a powerfully energetic state as this time of the year. “Lucky”, I guess, right?
At the entrance to the site is a new audio feature powered by cranking a handle. We listened to the various sections which speculated as to the purpose and use of the site in relation to the archaeological evidence. This kind of thing always makes us smile. Looking at the archaeological evidence of a sacred site is like looking at the waste products of a household and deducing their philosophical predilections from the packaging they discard. A mere sliver of the total amount of available information, as any psychically-oriented person will tell you,. The key phrase which sets us off is the phrase “…for religious purposes…“. We love that.
Here’s a snippet of what’s on offer:
Charging the Stag Staff
Interesting – that’s the first time I have written “The Stag Staff” as a description of my new staff, and yet that’s what I should always have called it. I will call it that from now on.
I ran through my usual “dowsing etiquette” questions – the ‘could I’, ‘should I’, ‘may I’ type of preliminaries, and getting a favourable response I began to search for the best location to station my staff while it was worked upon.
Samhain is a point of extreme contrast. It is in opposition to the bright awakening of Imbolc, and is the point of darkening – the clocks go back, the days shorten noticeably, the sun weakens, and the separation between the souls of the living and those of the dead is momentarily dissolved. This last aspect is almost completely forgotten by mainstream society now in favour of the costumery of Halloween. For many in the pagan community it marks the end of the year and the beginning of the new year.
We had decided to go back to South Wales, and then to work our way back up north through The Golden Valley near Hay-On-Wye. Our first site visit was a re-visit to Tinkinswood burial chamber. It had had such a positive effect on my ash staff (which I lost this year) that when I replaced the Ash Staff with a new Yew Staff, my first thought was that I ought to go back to Tinkinswood. This was my first clear opportunity to ask the spirits that inhabit this sacred site whether they would consider charging up my new staff.
As we arrived, parked up at the convenient small lay-by, and made our way through the dip towards the stone, the antitcipation level;s were rising for me. We stopped, me with staff in hand, at a recumbant set of stones near to a signposted old quarry. For some reason we were both drawn to stop here, and we knew from experience that this was our cleansing point. A place to re-attune our energies to those of the site nearby. A place to shed our modern world taint.
As we stood at the flat stones I felt like I should sheathe the overhanging power cables with some protective energy to prevent them affecting our work at the site. A moment of concentration later and the effect was realised. I didn’t mention it to Kal, but later he remarked how quiet the cables had been during our visit. When I revealed my preparation work he had to laugh: “That will be why, then!” he giggled.
Now we come to the work that was done at this powerful site on this special day…