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Another night prowl. In the surprising relative warmth of a mid-October night Kal lured me into an excursion across to the western end of North Wales. Our target was, of course, The Llangernyw Yew tree. That ever-faithful dispenser of all things Otherworldly.
As we got closer that evening the mist began to form until, on our arrival, the churchyard had adopted what for most people would have been a “spooky” atmosphere. For us, it was our cloak. The moon hung wide and bright, close to its full Harvest wax, but not quite full. There was enough ambient light to move safely without torches.
A Question of Service
As I walked through the graveyard I became aware that something was different about this visit. I decided to ask some questions using the dowsing rods to see if I could figure out what that was. I began by asking:
- Is there anything for me to gain here? NO.
- No? Then is there something for me to give here? YES. I am here to be of service.
Interesting. This doesn’t happen very often,and probably because most sites we visit have been worked on by Kal and I already, and so rarely need energetic attention or healing. However, in this case it seemed like it was not the usual energy healing that the Llangernyw site needed, it was something different – something that I had not been called upon to do at a site before (although as it turned out it was similar to something I do regularly anyway).
I was curious, so I asked the dowsing rods to lead me to a place where I could be of service…
24th September 2012 – Dyserth Castle, Denbighshire, North Wales.
I intended to go to a local hill to do some work, but there were people all over the hill that night and I wanted to go to a place where I could be alone with the spirits and energies of the natural world, and not to mingle with humans. This is the thought process of the Hedge Druid oftentimes.
Somehow I ended up driving… just driving. Within half an hour I began to formulate a destination. I was clearly heading for Gop Hill near Holywell in North Wales. As I approached the turning for the hill I carried on! What was I doing? As I allowed my direction to continue to be guided I realised I was heading for Dyserth. When I arrived there and drove straight through I realised I was heading back to Dyserth Castle. Why? I had been there only a few weeks before. It didn’t make sense to me.
Alone In the Wilderness
I was ill-prepared for such a venture. I didn’t have my usual outing bag packed with incense, waterproofs, lighters, candles, torches – all the things I normally take when I got visiting sacred sites. All I had was a cheap £2.99 tiny wind-up torch whose light lasted for about a minute before it needed a minute of winding. Hmm….It was normally Kal who was the ill-equipped one.
I walked through the darkness, only using the torch when the darkness was completely impenetrable and uninviting. There was enough moonlight in the clear patches of sky to be able to navigate by memory. I reached the imposing amphitheatre of Dyserth Castle. Would I have to climb up to the top tonight, in the dark? NO. The dowsing rods said that my work would be done in the ground-level surroundings that I was used to and which was relatively flat and unencumbered. I was thankful for that.
Twigs snapped in the undergrowth all around at random intervals, but I had put up solid protection and was unafraid. The night was my friend today – it was what I had asked for - solitude and relative silence in a sacred place. Now I wanted to see if there was anything out there in the darkness that could help me.
After our quick stop at Lligwy village it was on to the main reason for being in this part of Anglesey, namely Lligwy Chamber. I’ve been to this magical place a couple of times before and on each occasion something amazing has happened. I recall on our first visit, after doing some sound work within the chamber (I am sitting on) I came out to the flight of several tens of crows. Thus I was come to learn of my Totem animal, the mysterious crow.
I was expecting amazing things on this occasion too. I began by greeting the Genius Loci with a the burning of a few incense sticks and the touch of magic. Asking whether I could do anything for the sacred site, revealed a No. Asking whether I could learn anything from my visit, garnered a Yes. Dowsing a place to sit, led me into the chamber and the ledge where one lies.
Over the years I have learned that certain caves and chambers have the facility to shape our aura. This shaping then is conducive to our ability to connect/commune indeed, do sacred magic. So it was with Lligwy chamber too. After some preparation I entered via the gateway and lay upon the ledge. Considering where I was, it was surprisingly comfortable. After a while I could feel the energies change within me. Then Gwas began a chant, the change was manifest as he walked around the chamber his voice a low bass chant. It is a certainty that that chamber is used with sound magic too.
Acoustic magic combined with aura shaping was having an amazing effect on me. I really didn’t want to get off that inner ledge but felt that if I didn’t do it would begin to be damaging. So, when I felt that my stay had over spent, I dragged myself off and out of the birthing exit. What had I experienced? Well, it had been a profound sense of belonging. This interested me a lot because belonging is a feeling deeply associated with the root chakra.
I asked the rods whether this was the case? Had my root chakra been balanced? Yes. Was that the purpose of this chamber? No. Well, it wasn’t a proper No, just a kind of half No. So I pursued this line of questioning…
- Was it because of the time of year? Yes.
- Was it because of my energy state? Yes.
- Was it to do with the chanting? Yes.
- If these had changed would it have had another effect on me? Yes.
- Did my root need balancing? Yes.
Okay, was my root now balanced? Yes. Thus it seems without me actually knowing that something was imbalanced, it had been worked on and become balanced. Thanks Lligwy! The dowsing rods proclaimed that nothing more was to be done and since Gwas had concluded his work too. We were away!
Kal Malik Balanced!
Ooops…the car skidded to a halt. What was that sign? A well and a Church? Definitely worth a few minutes of our time. The name of the place turned out to be Boswarthen Well and Church. There was a lovely path leading up to the well and church and it was a delight to walk it. Often we find that others have recognised certain places as having energy worthy of note and this route was no exception. About half way from the car park to the site we found this magnificent tree…
You will note that I call it a sacred tree. Was it sacred? The dowsing rods proclaimed it to be so. Was it sacred before it was adorned with emotive gifts? No. Interesting, right? We bestowed sacredness (whatever you take that to mean) to the tree. Beautiful.
Continuing along the beautiful green path we arrived at the well. I got there before Gwas and had a mooch around for interesting energies. The usual spirals and power centres were found. Alas nothing for me to do or learn. So I sat by the exit beneath the shade provided by a great oak. As I sat there I heard a voice. Now, I am not a one for hearing unannounced voices and so this made me jump.
A curious question arises…what makes us see what we see? For what I saw was an impish type being sat to the right and behind me. Faery kin and I don’t have a speaking relationship so I was rather surprised at this meeting. Still, who am I to argue with an experience that may be entirely made up? “What are you doing here?” I asked. The imp responded, that he lived in the well but the energy wasn’t right in there at the moment and so he was waiting for it to change. A thought occurred to, I had had a conversation with Gwas re faery kind and he had said that he wanted to meet one. I asked the imp if this was something he would be interested in? It responded, “No, not unless he sees me.” Fair enough. As I waited for Gwas to arrive I mentioned to the Imp (casual conversation, you understand), “I’m a follower of Caileach.” The imp laughed. “No, you are not.” he said, “She is a follower of you.”
Rather shocked by this revelation, I sat in silence awaiting Gwas.He arrived and did his own energy exploration of the well. He found that he needed to do some serious amount of work there. I was able to help with it and the full tale is told in this post (Healing at the well).
Work completed and to our satisfaction we moved on to the Merry Maidens.
Kal Malik – being followed
It was the beginning of the third day of our Summer Solstice journey for 2013. The weather had been wonderful (counter to the lamented BBC forecast) and although still warm, it was looking slightly dubious this morning.
We parked the car and I noted that there was going to be a rather steep walk up to the castle that was named a rather innocuous, Chun. My experience has led me to question the term castle when it comes to ancient sites. Many of the marks on the map that say “castle” end up as being a raised mound or a few rocks semi-buried in the ground. The question that I am sometimes asked is, why do I say that such sites are sacred? The answer is that I don’t. Well not often, Gwas and I have visited many (castle/fort) sites and rarely do we declare them of value.
Here however is my thinking on the matter. As with modern social structures. Cities, towns and villages were built upon or surrounding older dwellings. Taking this to the nth degree, ancient origins could have been built on or around pagan sites of worship. Not only that but such dwellings would have housed places of devotion. So when we come across such a place we ask for such places. Are there energy centres, places of power, places of devotion, altars of ritual? In some cases useful remnants remain. In most they don’t.
As I said, It was a castle, so before journeying up to it I asked the dowsing rods whether it was beneficial for me to make the climb. Sadly they said yes, so it was off on the long climb up to the castle (oh and I forgot to mention, the Quoit – Dolmen).
At least I used the rods to take me via an energy trail and so I was less tired than I might have been. I let the rods guide me around the remains of the castle, which was a large area in cased in an ancient stone wall. Was there anything of value to me there? No.
Just a point to add here. I have changed my tack when visiting sacred sites these days. It used to me a me, me, me approach. I have evolved a sense of duty or giving if you like and now my visits are precluded by a question, “Is there anything I can do for this place and/or its inhabitants?” Much better methodology I have found.
So, nothing for me to do and nothing to learn. Not surprising, since there was a Dolmen nearby that I was sure would prove more interesting.
The Quoit was situated a further few hundred metres from the castle remains and I began the trek towards it. Gwas had been left behind at the castle. About half the distance to the Quoit the weather changed instantly and rain hit the hill top in almost horizontal waves. I was drenched immediately and pondered the worthiness of continuing. Grabbing the dowsing rods I quickly asked whether I should continue? The answer was YES! So I continued along the muddy path to the Quoit.
As you can see from the picture, there is a slight overhang that provided respite from the rain. I slid underneath it (the height of the Quoit was about 7 foot) and was able to gain a measure of shelter from the rain. Hunched and legs drawn in, I wondered how long the rain would last? Then another thought occurred to me, why was I brought to this place? As I let my mind muse on this question a thought occurred to me. Maybe I could use the Solstice Energy I had been gathering to change the weather. Bring the sun out? It had worked before, why not test it? The part of my mind that looks for evidence and proof jumped at the chance.
I let my mind empty and visualised the burning sun within my solar plexus (interesting now I reflect back on the moment. The Solar plexus chakra is known as the Sun chakra). I saw something open within me. Like petals of a flower (the image of lotus flowers and chakras is not lost on me) the gateway opened and a burst of light left my abdomen and hit the clouds. With absolute honesty a few minutes later the clouds cleared and the sun came out.
In astonishment I sat and let my clothes dry out. Happiness flooded my being at this confirmation. Wow! What an amazing power. Looking back I find that I didn’t have any thoughts of ego at this revelation of ability. More of surprise at it working. The sun was so hot it took only minutes to dry me out and feeling that my work was done, I began walking back to the castle. My spirit was soaring as I passed Gwas. Literally hopping and skipping down to the car. I sat within and awaited Gwas’s return, musing on my experience. Coincidence! Of course.
Kal Malik – breaking coincidences
We’re almost at Lammas and I’m just concluding our Summer Solstice story – an indication of how fun-packed that weekend in Cornwall was.
I have to start this post by introducing a caveat. What I am about to relate does not in any way reflect on the place we were staying, or the people who work there. King Arthur’s Inn at Tintagel is a wonderful place to stay, does nice food and drink, and the staff are nothing but helpful and welcoming. With that said, there is nothing they could have done to prevent what was going to happen to me on my return to the Inn after an evening’s adventures in the Tintagel caves.
I was feeling good about the energy work that I had done in Merlin’s Cave – the wren incident, remembering to remember Zoe’s greeting, obtaining a new white quartz rock for my garden, and generally having made the effort to do the journey down and back up that incredibly steep road in the depths of the evening gloom. All felt good.
When I got back to the inn Kal was still up but tired, and I was ready for turning in too, so I went to my room leaving Kal to sleep in the main room. I thought about reading for a while but was too tired. The sea air and the walk, the days of driving, the prospect of six hours driving the next day… all conspired to make me go to sleep almost immediately. But I had forgotten one vital ingredient!
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.