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I have a strange mix of friends. Some people I would never consider introducing to others – they’re friends with widely differing tastes and interests. Every now and again I think two sets of friends would integrate well and I take a chance on introducing them to each other. So it was that Debra Delglyn had invited me to visit The Bridestones, and I saw the opportunity of introducing her to my friends Mike and Janet.
It took the pairing scarcely two minutes to become fully conversant and soon they were riffing off each other, laughing and sharing stories. Lovely! It worked. And so we ventured out together to the stones with me having not one worry about how they would operate at the site. It would be something special, and so it turned out to be.
A Gentle Introduction to Yew
The first feature of the site that I wanted to show Debra was the yew trees which stand at the entrance like a portal or doorway. Guardians of the experience within, they needed to be approached and respected with care. For those who bother to do this their experiences inside the Bridestones space is always more rewarding. Today was no exception.
Inside the space we settled and ‘browsed’ for the feel of the site. It felt good, but there was something amiss which needed addressing. Debra moved inside the chamber whilst the Mike and Janet set about working at the far end of the chamber on the outside. When they checked back with me I confirmed that this had been a point where there is often some kind of “seepage” of less wholesome energies, and so it was no surprise that they found a spot that they felt needed to be worked on to restore balance.
I was ensuring that I was connecting to the Spirit of Place and getting in tune with the site before I began to do any work. This took time as I moved slowly between points of cleansing, re-energising and then harmonizing. Finally I was ready to work myself.
You may rightfully ask “Where the hell have you been?” A distinct lack of posts from me for a while. The response to such a question would be that I have been out of the country for a while. I spent Samhain in Africa, climbing the largest free-standing mountain in the world – Kilimanjaro. Did that prevent me from having a spiritual experience? Of course not! Here is one small part of that story.
When we reached the second set of huts called Horombo we had an ‘acclimatization’ day. This was a chance for us to relax a bit after two days of lengthy walking in thinning air. I decided to conduct a group meditation session half way up the mountain, and by chance we found that there was a tranquil place next to a stream just seconds away from the huts we had been staying in the for the last day, but which no-one had noticed until now.
Everyone seemed to come away from the session feeling much more relaxed, yet focused on the objective, and connected to the mountain.
The Power of Kili
Using the meditative state I tried to connect to the Spirit of Place for Kilimanjaro mountain. It took a while to get myself into the right vibration, and then my attention was swept up to the white peak that I could only see in the distance at this point. I felt a deep and powerful stirring in the mountain, and suddenly something emerged through my connection.
Would you adam and eve it (as we say here in the UK). We have had an incredible set of experiences here in the Emerald Isle. Certainly more than what we expected. And much more than what would qualify this trip as a success. Today we were up early and had planned a short visit to a very popular site called Drombeg.
In honesty, I had laid back and was expecting nothing more than a perfunctory gratitude ceremony and a fond farewell to Ireland. Of course things didn’t quite pan out that way.
We arrived quite early in the morning and yet found this site already occupied by several visitors. I walked about the place, getting in tune with the place and pondering what and how I would conduct the gratitude ceremony I was expecting to do. Whether it was just seeing the people or an intuitive nudge, I am not sure. But I felt that I needed to have the site to myself.
Waiting for this would have been an impossible task as people were coming and going in abundance. So I decided to try an exercise that I have pondered in the past. I’d attempt to take ownership of the ring for a while. Would I be able to? I asked the dowsing rods? The answer was yes. Would it be holistically okay for me to do so? Yes, for a short time.
A little bit more dowsing revealed that I should use incense and crystals to do this. In fact intuition was really in gear this morning as I was told how to lay the incense and crystal and how (see picture).
I did as intuition guided me and felt an odd rush as the energies of the site came under my sway. I would have expected more of a phenomena however the simple truth is that I felt that just a tweak was needed. Firstly, I removed some minor negative energies. As I did this three bees floated by saying there hello’s.
You might wonder why I mentioned the Bees, well later you will see the significance of that. But a lesson that I have learned is that when on sacred journeys (when are we not?) then you have to pay attention to that which seems everyday.
Although I don’t have the skill of seeing energy directly, I was able to get a sense reading of the ring after I had prepped it and all seemed good. I left the Crystal and Incense in the ring and thought my work was done. In fact it had just begun.
Over on the far side of the ring there are some other rocky formations and I amused myself by exploring that area and clambering up them. Gwas was busy doing his work and I was happy to enjoy the place. However as I looked down from on high I felt that there was more work for me to do here.
Ah…the work of a sacred journeyer is never done! I grabbed my rods and began to explore my options. Was it something do with the enumerable quests I was on? No. What then? More exploration finally revealed that there was some kind of Gift here for me. Don’t ask me why, since you cannot ask the rods a why question?
I did wonder who this gift was from? Caileach? The spirit of this place? No and no. The conclusion was that it was a fay gift. Hmmm beware the gifts of Faery? I queried whether there was a hidden portal hereabouts? No. An open one? Yes. Oh, that was a surprise. My ego stepped in and asked whether it was just for me? The surprising answer that came back was Yes.
Not wanting to let that rest. I went through many questions as to why and finally got an answer, “because you are Faery Tainted” What the heck does that mean?! On many occasions I have pondered and asked that question, with no resolution. Whatever! I muttered with exasperation.
So, what’s this gift then? I was taken to a place at the edge of the grounds that held the circle. A rather innocuous place if you ask me. With my back to the circle and the wandering populace I sat down and contemplated…Faery. Commune was not only immediate but surrounded by Crow calls and Bees.
With all of the Fay work that has been happening in my life at the moment I felt quite comfortable in this situation. But also wary. Beware the Gifts of Faeries, is a sign I hang up on all entrances to the world of Fay.
Here is an interesting find. If you willingly enter a Fay ring, you cannot protect yourself. Crossing the threshold willingly negates your protection. Not that I am saying you could protect yourself against faery kin. Perhaps if you were consciously connected with your double?
I sat and had tea with the Faery, well not quite but a peculiar phenomena occurred. Gwas had finished his work and was patiently waiting for me for some time he said and yet I felt only moments of times passage. Faery and losing time…ring any bells? In our commune we got to the matter of the gift. What was it?
To be able to recognise places of Faery
Hmmm….couldn’t I do that already, I thought? The surprising answer was No. But you will now. Okay. Fair enough. Why am I being honoured with this gift? I was being ungrateful! Woe is me! The emotion was lost on the Faery.
Because you are Faery Tainted
Oh…there is a surprise! I thanked them, with some more graciousness and was tempted with another question. Did the Succubus come to me because of the taint? Yes. It was drawn to it. Ah!
With some growing confidence I looked around in search of water. I found the sea in the distance. Perfect. Time to try this looking into the depth of things. I reached down into the Earth (where I felt the Genius Loci as it happens) and created an anchor. Then I threw my consciousness out over the distance to the ocean (seems to be a theme for this trip) and let the element of water infuse me.
Then I turned my attention to the Faery and attempted to see into their depth. They seemed to have been awaiting me to try this and as I tried and failed, they said…
You cannot do that, we are ineffable to you
This was in no way the end of my commune with these beings. In part two of this post I will continue with some more interesting revelations that the Fay of Drombeg had.
Finally we can get to the posts about things that happened after the Summer Solstice! Shortly after our return from Ireland we found an opportunity to go to Wales to visit one of our favourite sites – Dinas Bran.
It was a really hot day, and so we climbed the steep hill very very slowly, yet still we were wringing wet with sweat when we reached the summit. Luckily, Dinas Bran always has a stiff breeze to cool you down – often when you don’t want it! Today, however, it was most welcome.
The Death of Gwas
You will remember that I had been told to kill off Gwas. Having agreed to do that several things began to come together to reinforce that decision. Firstly, my full time job came to an end! I had about a month’s notice in order to re-position myself and work out whether I wanted to find another soul-sucking position in an industry that I didn’t agree with. I needed help!
As a druid I turned to my natural sources of information – my spirit guides. Yes, “guides” plural. I recently found I have more than one! I made frequent trips out into Nature and spent time meditating on the correct course of action. Each time I would return with the idea that it was now time to take on the mantle of the title “druid”, and this meant that I needed to go it alone. “Ah, that would be the ‘hedge’ part of that title!” Not quite. Going it alone and starting a new business would mean that actually I would have to do the opposite of going alone – I would have to open up to the world and engage with it on a level I had never before attempted. *Gulp*
I needed Bran‘s help. He was the one who had time and again pushed me to learn new skills, and he was a wise “head” on ancient shoulders. I felt a particular trust with this entity, and wanted his opinion on my future direction. Hence, a journey to Dinas Bran.
Ladies and Gentlemen – the time has come. If you have been following this blog for any amount of time then you will be familiar with a character called Gwas. Over the years you will have witnessed his journey from a fledgling dowser and druid. Where has Gwas ended up at this point, though?
Gwas ended up being an experienced druid. His daily practices and regular outings to sacred sites became more than a serious hobby, and became his life. His experiences with Otherworldly intelligences took him from being a non-believer through to the opposite end of that spectrum – as someone who could not imagine how life could be fully experienced and enjoyed without the interactions with spirits.
As part of Gwas’s spiritual guidance recently he was told that he needed to be killed. Gwas is, after all, a pseudonym for a real person. The name means “Vassal of Merlin“. Yet over the years Gwas has emerged from beneath the coat-tails of Merlin, and has come to stand side by side with his mentor. Recent posts have talked about the instruction to “Kill Gwas” – the quest that didn’t get realised. It will be realised now.
Why now? Several reasons. There was some reluctance at first. Coming out of the shadow of Gwas is not a step taken lightly. He has been a useful character, although also a flimsy disguise. It was initially done as a protection in the working environment, but now all that has changed too, and so the disguise is no longer needed. Funny how this all happened at the same time. A coincidence, of course.
There has been a growing call amongst some readers of this blog for us to help them with information about dowsing, tarot reading, house energy work and our particular brand of spiritual interaction. Putting such material together takes time, and wasn’t possible when combined with a full-time job. Now, I have that time, and can offer those services at last.
I am now a full-time dowser, diviner and druid.
I am self-employed, and my new company is called Reconstellation.
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I am reminded of Kal’s favourite tarot card – The Fool. A man steps bravely into the chasm of the unknown with his faithful companion next to him. I am that character today.
The blog will continue as usual,with a few minor changes. I will be signing off using my real name on posts from now on. The About page will change soon with information about me. I will be doing some advertising for my business in the margins of the site but I don’t intend to affect the main flow of the site. This blog will always remain a platform for telling the world about the magick and the majesty of the forces of Nature and the path of druidry.
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We were lost or rather the sacred sites we were looking for were not where the map had indicated. We drove back and forth along several routes to no avail. I was reminded of a spell I had come across long ago.
Turn about – where a person is put into such a confusion that they cannot find their way out of the simplest of places. So it seemed for us. I know what you are thinking… Leprechauns. Well we wernt. One of the abilities of such odd beings is that of concealment. I don’t mean that they hide from you, but rather that they don’t let the thought that it might be them cross your mind. Ireland and Leprechaun energy is something we have come across on other occasions. But the thing is, the very thought that it might be a leprechaun is hidden from you. You just don’t think of it.
In hindsight I suspect that that is what had happened to us. Anyway, we were at a loss. Then we drove past a sign that indicated a sacred place in the woods. Cashelkeelty by name. Not seeing a way forward we decided to take a punt (pun intended).
So we set off on perhaps the lowest ebb of our whole Irish experience. We walked through the woods in hope, we clambered up half a mountain in faith and finally we trudged across a plain in pure damned determination. Yes, I know, all three of these should have screamed LEPRECHAUN!
Finally, we made it to the two sacred places that the sign had alluded to. We were shattered and frankly couldn’t care less. I left Gwas at the first of the sites and made the extra effort to get to the next one.
To say I was let down when I asked the question, is there anything for me to do here, is an understatement of gross preportions. Both of the places were useless to me. Confounded, I asked whether there was anything I could salvage from the climb. Fortunately the answer was yes.
Many, many questions later led me to the understanding that I would have to create my own temporary sacred place. The rods took me off towards the coast so I could see the sea and the sacred stones behind me.
I found four huge pieces of quartz and laid them in a pattern indicated by the rods. Four incense sticks followed. I wondered what the purpose of this would be and then it came to me. I could see into the depths of my Energy Double. Okay, now we are talking! I sat in the indicated place and looked out at the water in the distance, to connect with the element. I was just about to focus internally and on my double when it (my double) kicked in. I was stopped. Missing something, Of course! Caileach’s words came back to me. “I have to be with you” she had said. I looked around…Well, where are you? I asked out into the world. Then I got the sense of her gratitude energy…ah…use that? It was a rhetorical question.
I pulled energy from the Earth to anchor myself and knew that it was being dragged out of the sacred site behind me (see note at end). Heavily anchored, I reached out to the depths of the ocean. Taking a Water Element resonance from that, I brought into play the energy of gratitude from Caileach. Again, I felt the awe of that energy filling me. I was fulfilled and prepped. I began to scry my enegy double…
Stars…I thought for a moment that I was looking at the place where my Energy Double existed…Stars. Then I realised that the stars were what my double was made of. Wow! Stars?!? As I looked deeper, another realisation hit me. They were not stars… they were connections, portals, a term from science hit me, wormholes! These were junctures that led to impossible places. I was getting confused…was this my double or was this its playground? I couldn’t discern which or both. Feeling that I was losing my grip and vision. I picked one and looked deeper.
You have to get hold of this knowledge without knowing how concept. I knew that this portal led down a stream of ancestral energy. Asian…Pakistan…are the senses that I got. Along with another…I would have to connect with it to collect it. With that mysterious instruction, I was pulled back to myself and again saw the field of stars. I knew that these possibilities would be open to me when I was whole and after I had practiced seeing into the depth of things.
With a jolt, I was back to normal and my double had ejected itself too. I lay down on the ground and pulled in solstice energy to replenish myself. As my senses returned to normal, I heard my Totem, Bee, fluttering around me constantly…keeping watch?
It was a long time before I recovered. Gwas was patiently waiting when I finally rose and felt able for the journey back to the car. As I walked away from my temporary created sacred place, a whiff of Caileach appeared. Destroy this place!
I dismantled the stones and energy of the place and walked back to Gwas who had been measuring the energy of the stones. He informed me that all the rocks save the middle one were 8. The middle was 5. It had been the rock that I had drawn energy from. I asked him to check it again and he did. It was an 8 again.
Kal Malik – seeing things that few have seen.
Okay, this post just shows the dedication with which we report our experiences. Read it quickly because this post will self-destruct in five seconds…
Gwas and I had just visited four sacred places on our first afternoon/evening in Ireland. It was the eve of the Summer Solstice (2014) and already we had had enough brilliant experiences to make the trip worth while. I was looking forward to what tomorrow had to bring. From a message today, I knew that it involved my Energy Double which always brings exciting adventures.
I was tired, really tired. It had been a long day and I was ready for one of those deep dreamless sleeps. Alas it was not going to be. Just to let you know, I am feeling a bit uncomfortable and have a tinge of a blush as I write this. Type fast, type fast is what my mind is saying…
I dropped into a deep sleep as soon as I hit the sack, however a couple of hours later I awoke to that place that is between awake and asleep. My mind was wandering a bit and frankly for some reason my dream was of a semi erotic nature. Now I am as human as the next guy so this wasn’t unusual.
However in mere minutes the dream/experience took on a more deeper and real experience. Talk about erotic! This was unbelievable. I’ve got a good imagination, but this, I was putting 9 and a half weeks to shame. Not only “not like me” but more of “never like me”.
I wasn’t going to complain though. I can appreciate it. So – honestly – I revelled in the experience. For quite some time too (smile). Then I felt another presence in the room and with a shock I realised that I wasn’t dreaming. It was Caileach! With a voice that was like the cracking of a whip (pardon the pun) she said,
Surprised with my own reaction I did, but at the same moment, I wondered whether she meant me or the woman in my bed. In any case we both did and the woman slid out of my bed and over to the corner of my room. I had the feeling that she had been chastised, like a child is. Although of course she looked nothing like a child.
My gaze went back and forth from the two women that were in my bedroom. Caileach’s presence in the room brought the temperature down to a mist breathing coolness. I knew she was doing it on purpose to cool me down. Minutes later when my senses had returned to sanity, a thought occurred to me…
A demon! Scary thoughts rushed into my imagination until Caileach uttered her command again…
But, I said, A succubus? How had she got in through my protection? Was it that powerful?
Note: As a standard practice, I set up a considerable amount of protection when I am sleeping away from home, particularly when on sacred journeys and even more particularly in Ireland – see our Leprechaun experiences from the last time we were here.
All these thoughts were flooding in to my mind, I wasn’t scared of course. It had been a good, no great, experience. I hadn’t felt that it was bad. But maybe that was her trick?
She is not a demon, Caileach informed me, she is Fay kin.
A faery? What? Really? But? What? Were the questions that popped into my head.
She wouldn’t do you any serious harm, but you will need your energy for tomorrow and you do not have time for, Caileach paused and looked at the faery, this dalience.
How can I keep her away? I asked and even as I did so, I saw a vision of myself turning an old-fashioned radio tuning knob until the frequency of my protection changed. Interesting I thought. I connected with my protective barrier, visualising a knob that would change its vibration I slowly turned it and watched the fay as she shimmered out of existence (or rather I think that I moved out of her frame of reference).
You know, I am always pushing the envelope. It gets me into no end of trouble, but like the cat, I just can’t resist the curiosity. So with just me and Caileach in the room, I continued to turn the frequency knob and looked at her. I was trying to tune her out too and of course she knew it.
I swear to the stars she gave me such disdainful look. For a minute she began to fade as I tuned. Then she shimmered slightly and reappeared brighter than before. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if saying “Really?” I stopped, feeling totally stupid. Caileach nodded as if agreeing with my assessment and vanished.
I have to confess, I did have a look around for that particular kind of fay the next couple of days. I am telling you, that was an experience alas though, I think she must have moved on.