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Often my wife has to work away from home. She gets to visit places the length and breadth of these islands, which has broadened her own horizons considerably. As a lone traveller, though, apart from the solitary travel there is also the feeling of being in a new place on your own – it’s not always a liberating experience. Of course we stay in touch as all modern couples do, but sometimes there’s an extra touch required.
Now, usually I keep my work separate from my ‘ordinary’ life. Occasionally the opportunity arises for the two worlds to cross over, and I am now happy for that to happen because it is sometimes less profitable to keep them apart. After all, this is the year that I am being more authentic, so I need to begin to practise the skills I have been taught.
Which brings me to this incident. If you stay in hotel rooms a lot you will have come across this phenomenon for sure. The feeling that there’s something in the room with you. That somebody perhaps left something of themselves in the room. In older hotels and boutique places that use old artefacts to create ambience, sometimes the items in the room carry the energetic attachments of previous owners.
M called me to have our usual evening chat from her hotel in Swansea, South Wales. Did she have a nice night’s stay in her posh room, I asked? No, terrible, she responded. I was surprised because I thought that the hotel was away from the usual city-centre hubbub and that there weren’t many guests at this time of year anyway. What had disturbed her – air conditioning, radiator pipes, televisions blaring, or the sirens of ambulances and police cars? None of the above. Instead she told me of crazy strong dreams, turbulent thoughts that she didn’t feel were her own, and a feeling of a presence in certain places around the room.
I offered to help her out. This was a good chance to get to know my new spirit guide better.I asked M to send me photos of the places that she felt were “wrong” and I would see what I could glean from the pictures, and then decide what to do remotely from then on. Minutes later three photos came though in separate e-mails. I examined each one in turn.
Given that we have almost four years of posts on Hedge Druid I often forget the truly amazing amount of material and experience we have covered. With that in mind you might be surprised to learn that I often peruse the blog in search of nostalgia, missed exploration paths (there are so many) and just to nudge my intuition. The other day I was on such a wander through its pages and came across a few articles that made me think. The first of these was from a house dowse that I did a couple of years. In that investigation I had found an energy centre in a home that was on top of a table in a living room. Questioning the owners revealed that until recently that position was occupied by a picture of the home owners much loved mother.
An Energy Artefact then is an unusual item that is giving off an energetic signature or spiral of energy. For instance, a plant, though it gives of energy spirals, isn’t an artefact. Gwas’s staff also isn’t one. A stone, that is part of a sacred site isn’t one either. But the image of a loved one might be, a bracelet or necklace might be too. On one occasion I was staying in a motel in Michigan, USA and found that the room had an amazingly bad energy resonance. I had dowsed for wat could help me in cleasing the room and the rods took me to my baggage and eventually to a postcard with the image of Lakshmi on it. Here is a link to that nightmare room experience. Since that time I have come across many other Energy Artefacts such as the photograph of a ladies mother, hanging on a wall and on another occasion on a small table. These were rather good energy producing artefacts. I have encountered a few bad ones too. Stories for another day.
My point in beginning this conversation is that Energy Artefacts don’t have to be sacred stones in some distant vale. They can and do exist in the most ordinary of places. I’ll continue on this conversation after I’ve spent some time learning more about object de energetic.
Kal Malik – exploring the unknown
I could feel the energies of Imbolc on Friday 1st of Feb but still believed that the best day to be out was on the 2nd. Gwas and I had agreed to a 7:30am start. Phew! Fortunately, I had been getting up early throughout the week anyway so this was not an inconvenience.
We had met earlier in the week and over a delicious meal considered what our purpose would be on this first outing of the year. As it happens I had that question in hand, what with going to see the Oracle of Delphi in a couple of weeks. MY question (questing?) then was simply to find out what question I would need to ask the Oracle on my visit.
The weather on either side of Imbolc was rain and snow. On the day itself however we were extremely fortunate. The sun blazed throughout the day and although it was cold to the quick we at least had the auspices of the Sun to guide and accompany us.
It took more than two hours to reach our first goal, a sacred well dedicated to St. Anna. Gwas laughs but it seems that every outing has some adventurous escapade waiting for me and today was no exception. On the to the well we had to navigate some watery ways and for a moment it was touch and go as to whether I would be taking an early dive. As I clambered along the side of the path a voice silently told me to align my energy to the roots of the trees as opposed to grasping the nettled twigs. It seems that luck was with me today and I arrived high and dry at the Well of St Anne.
As is often the case Gwas and I went our separate ways in greeting and communing with the spirit of this sacred place. For me this was going to be a place of cleansing, energetically speaking of course. I dowsed for the best place for me to commune and was taken to a place by the side of the building so that I was facing the sun with the Well behind me.
I opened my thoughts and let impressions of the sacred drift in. For a while there was nothing but the sun streaming on my face and the cold biting at my fingers. Then I felt a flutter behind me and was caught of guard as a spirit flipped over my head, using my shoulder as a stepping stone. With light-foot the spirit of the place (who I assume was known as Anna) landed some few feet in-front of me.
Bowing with respect (see? I am learning) I inquired as to her well-being. She responded with a light, laughter filled voice. “I have awoken” An interesting synchronicity would be to read Gwas’s account as his experience was that of awakening the spirit. He also found (via dowsing) that the Genius Loci was located at exactly the spot where I had seen her land.
I mentioned that I was here to celebrate Imbolc and to ask for any guidance that might be in the offing. She responded that this wasn’t the place for such answers but that I should not worry, “today is a day of awakening and answers will be forthcoming.” I was just grateful to her for not saying those dreaded winter words, “have patience”.
With expectation coursing through my spirit I was feeling ecstatic. Gwas and I finished our commune at roughly the same time and we each lit some incense with an intention of thanks and gratitude.
Kal Malik – Journeys Beginning
This post is a continuation of the previous post called “Poltergeist Pet“. In this second part I will be describing the investigations that Kal and I did to discover and eradicate a disturbing spirit that was plaguing three teenage girls in a quiet suburban house.
Having discovered that the energetic remnants of a pet was causing some of the more mundane disturbances, we were left with a set of reported symptoms that were much more sinister and threatening. Psychologically the symptoms sounded like the phenomenon of Sleep Paralysis, yet the rest of the reported symptoms did not match that! There was something else going on here.
Indeed, when I had remotely dowsed the house to ensure I was going into a hell hole, the one question that I was invited to answer from my checklist – the one deemed most important – was the one that asked how long it would be until the energy disturbance became life or mind-threatening. The answers was just over two weeks from the initial contact. We had to act fast! Now we were on site and prepared, so I set about investigating the second set of symptoms.
The Feeling at the Top of the Stairs
The first patch of ‘heaviness’ was to be found at the top of the stairs, on the landing. This was where the girls had described a large proportion of the disturbance as emanating from. They were right. I could feel the energy in the air and it set my arm hairs tingling and my stomach cramping. Definitely a subtle energy spot there – the air positively bristled with it.
Still in search of the source of the sinister energy the rods began to take me on a tour of the bedrooms, turning at various key points, then leading me into the bathroom, but ending at the pillow on the bed of one of the girls. This was the end point for the energy trail – the location of the entity itself. I made a note to get Kal to check that later.
I went back to look at the heavy presence in the other girls’ shared bedroom too.
What else is one supposed to do on a Sunday during The Quiet Time? Why, go in search of the energetic sources of poltergeist activity, of course. Obvious. Kal had kindly invited me into the situation. He had been asked by a friend to investigate the activity reported by the lady’s sister, and so with a full kit of potential useful items – candles, incense, crystals, dowsing rods – we made our way into the heart of suburbia in an ordinary modern northern English town.
The day was already shaping up to be unusual. In a huge car park covering several acres I had managed to park a few cars away to Kal’s without realising it until I got out and looked around. What a coincidence. Next, when we met up, Kal fumbled for his wallet to have a pen drop out of his coat. He swore it wasn’t his pen! Odd.
On arrival we were made welcome by a nervous family – mother, father and three teenage girls. They were used to their sister’s “white witch” ways and proclaimed themselves open-minded to what we might find. The father remained silent. We invited the assembled household to tell us some of the events that had been happening, and the discussion suddenly went into overdrive – the incidents tumbled out like a flash flood – they couldn’t speak quickly enough. All except the father, until he pressed by Kal to reveal how it had affected him. Then he was able to add a tale or two that even this self-proclaimed sceptic couldn’t explain.
They talked of two different types of incidents. In one type there were items moved around the house which only a few had witnessed directly. The first type was classic poltergeist activity at a low level. They described the dangling crystal beads on a small chandelier lampshade left swinging when no-one was around and no windows were open; knocking from upstairs that everyone downstairs could hear; a thump as though something was jumping off a bed onto the hardwood floor. On investigation nothing would be there, of course. Doors closing unexpectedly, even with deep pile carpets that would prevent explanations of draughts or wind.
The second type of behaviour was slightly more sinister. The two elder girls who had separate rooms both reported sleep paralysis symptoms, feeling like they couldn’t move. They also felt as though they had been suffocated and even choked on one occasion! Finally, one of the girls reported that she felt that she had been moved in her bed by some force. This was very recent behaviour, and from the history of the accounts it was clear that the symptoms were getting more frequent, and more powerful by the day.
Read on to find out how we investigated this series of events, and how we concluded the situation.
The other day I was around at a friend’s house and was mentioning that I had a ghost/haunting investigation coming up (stay tuned). She was fascinated and as was inevitable she immediately wanted me to dowse her home.
Wanting to do something different and gain some more knowledge about energies in the home, one of the questions I began with was…
Are there any power objects in this house?
In the past I have stumbled upon power objects whilst doing other work so on this occasion I thought I would take the bull by the horns. The dowsing rods lead me around the house and then to a table in the lobby. It had a draw in it and I asked whether I could look in it. Yes, was the answer so I mused over the contents of the draw and finally (with the help of the rods) settled on a set of keys on a chain. I asked whether it was a particular key and one of them was indicated. My friend (getting a bit bored) had wandered back to the living room and I joined her sans keys.
What’s this key for I asked, she looked up and said it was for the front door. Curious. Was this key a power object I double confirmed? Yes, yes. Because it is the key to the home? Yes. My intuition kicked in and I asked whether having this key in my hand would give me power in the house? No. But…yes…if the owner gave me the key.
It’s funny how some things of legend have a basis in energetic reality. Although we can cross thresholds (the entrance into a persons demesne) but we lose significant energetic capability in doing so uninvited like vampire legends of old. Thus being invited into a person’s home is important when going to do energetic work and that invitation has to be explicit.
For example I was invited into my friend house i.e. she opened the door and I walked in behind her. I asked the rods whether my magic would be more potent if she specifically invited me in? Yes. By how much – 30/40%
Now, that’s a big percentage to say the least. But watch this. How much would it improve by if she explicitly gave me the key to the house? 70% Wow! That was a power object indeed! It seems to me that by giving me the key she was tantamount to giving me the threshold of her home. Was this the case? Yes, said the rods.
My conclusion for the moment is that having the threshold of a home gives one greater accuracy with dowsing and greater power to invoke energetic change in the house. Fascinating!
Lunch time was ignored in the pursuit of quests on our second day at Iona. I was astonished from the findings of the previous hour i.e. the questions on the beach. As we discussed this and Gwas’s adventures we walked along to the south side of the Island to a megalith that Gwas wanted to visit. As we trudged through the marshy (yes wet feet again!) land I saw a bright white stone atop a rise off to the west. It was about half a mile away but the sun was catching it so invitingly and as you know, I am a Sun Boy so I left Gwas to go on alone and I began the slow, wet and driven climb towards this remarkable stone.
I’ve been asked a few times, “why? why did you climb up to that stone?” At that moment I had only one answer. It was inviting me to do so. Yes, that’s enough for me. It was a long and arduous climb, given the fact that I was recovering from a heart challenge of only a month ago. Still do or die. Yes, really, do or die. It was a meandering and water filled journey up to the stone but finally I made it. Phew!
I dowsed around the stone and found that it had tremendous potential for me. Sit with your back to me and embrace the sun it sang and so I did. As I sat there I pondered life. There was no reason for me to ponder it, it just so happened that that was where my thoughts were drawn. A thought struck me. I had completed my Knights Quest a few months (only a few months ago? Gosh) and yet what had that left me with? It was a curious chain of thoughts that led me to an interesting door.
You must actively practice your knightly code. Go out and seek adventure that promotes your knighthood.
One (or indeed you) may ask where that thought came from? I don’t do much of that anymore. My usual modus operandi is to give it the once over in terms of…Is it interesting? Is it fun? Is it exciting? Is it different? Then what the hey! Go for it! So I was being asked to be more engaging with my knightly duties? So be it. Rock on.
Then a strange feeling occurred inside of me. I felt the urgent need to return back to civilisation i.e. the more populous art of the island. Why? I had no idea but the urge was tremendous. So much so that I didn’t even wait for Gwas and began making my way back through mud and marsh to the village.
I slowed down my pace as much as I could to give Gwas a chance to catchup but I was literally being dragged back towards the hotel. At some point Gwas caught up with me and questioned my speed and eagerness to return. I was clueless.
An hour later we had arrived back in the village and as we walked through the one main street, I saw what I had been rushed back for…
Look out for the final post on my Ionian exploits, when the Knights journey is revived.