Surrey 1 – The Jack Temple Circle

Surrey 1 – The Jack Temple Circle

In the first of six stories about a recent trip to autumnal Surrey I begin with a recounting of a visit to a modern stone circle. All of the ancient circles which may once have been raised in Surrey have been destroyed, but there are two modern circles which were of interest to me. The first one that struck me was one created by the master dowser and healer Jack Temple. I had come across Jack Temple when dowsing at a house for a client. The lady of the house had herself once done some dowsing for health purposes, and she had met and was tutored by Mr Temple. When I discovered that I was in the West Byfleet area for a few days I made the site of his finest creation the first stop on my tour. Irrespective of its modernity, I was curious to see whether there was any...

Derbyshire Megalithic Tour 2016

Derbyshire Megalithic Tour 2016

The outings that I particularly look forward to are my megalithic tour days. This started last year with the trip to Anglesey, and this year I selected a date in October and invited people who are in my Spirit In Nature Meetup group to come along. I got ten people along for the day. There was an agenda of some six sites to visit, but as with most things like this we added a couple of extras in, then didn’t get to visit the last one – which is fine because technically it’s in Cheshire! The sun was shining brightly all day long and with joy in our hearts and a tingling sense of anticipation we went to these special places:- Five Wells barrow Arbor Low henge Nine Ladies stone circle Doll Tor stone circle Robin Hood’s Stride Nine Stones Close...

Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas 2016 – Salute to the Migrating Sun

Lammas is a bitter sweet time for me now. I remember well last year’s visit to Kilmartin in Scotland. This was the last proper outing that Kal and I had together. This celebration is therefore tinged with a knowing that it not only marks the end of the Summer, but it also is a reminder of my new solitude. Solitude. I have always felt comfortable being on my own, yet I do miss the casual acquaintance of friends and seekers on the way. It’s more profitable to check in occasionally, to have to explain yourself to someone, to hear their news, to argue your points. When you argue with yourself you are more inclined to let yourself win. I decided that I wanted to go out on my own for this festival day. When I asked for guidance on where to go I was given a...

Stonehenge – where the druids live

Stonehenge – where the druids live

M and I were returning from Brittany. We had been spending a lovely sun-soaked week with my aunt and uncle parked up at their home near St Malo. My father was also there – which was a rare family get together – and I embraced the week as just that. No mystical work – just a week off enjoying the french lifestyle. We had also spent a delightful and insightful day with Oona Gewlloch (of Wizart fame). This Brittany druidess had shared with me some of her secrets regarding her carving skills, and how to prepare the wood of my staff. At the moment the staff was still an oak branch, but I was determined to make a start on The Merlin Staff once I got home. Oona reminded me how a dedicated and skilled druid could live in harmony with the surroundings. I...

Summer Solstice 2016 – Brimham Rocks

Summer Solstice 2016 – Brimham Rocks

It’s as close as I wanted to get to the Summer Solstice. You know that I’m not a fan of the peak of the male energy spectrum, yet it must be recognised. So, I have made arrangements with the wonderful meditator John David Kirby and the delightfully deep Deborah Delglyn, Shaman Priestess of South Manchester. We are heading for Brimham Rocks in North Yorkshire. It’s only when you travel there that you realise how big Yorkshire is. Even though we set off in the early morning we don’t arrive until lunch time. As we arrive a crow swoops the car. I take this as a sign of You-Know-Who being around. He’s bound to be. It was his favourite time of the year. He was certainly on my mind. We quickly find a convenient parking spot away from the...

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

The scene is this: Beltane. Dartmoor. Dense mist. Two figures are seen stumbling about through moss-dressed old trees, and clambering up hills, heading towards an unseen destination. The impartial observer would wonder why they were bothering, as they don’t seem to be walking a dog. But the impartial observer wouldn’t realise that the two figures had no choice – it was destined, and their bodies were merely aligning them with the inevitable conjunction of time and space. M and I felt like we were the only people on the moor. It was mid-morning and since leaving Down Tor we had not seen a soul.  It was entirely possible we were the last people left alive after an apocalypse, or we had accidentally stepped into a separate reality where the ghostly...