Myllin’s Magic – P2 Winter 2016

Myllin’s Magic – P2 Winter 2016

The second stop on our tour of the North Powys area brought us to the lovely town of Llanfyllin. The town has still got some of the traditional shops that you associated with the older market towns, including a delightful trinket shop selling crystals and incense and the like. There was just enough time for me to grab some more incense and crystals (only clear quartz was suitable, for some reason) and to buy a picture of a robin for a pound, before we made the steep walk up the back of the town towards Myllin’s Well. On the way up a strange event happened. The path is only just about wide enough for a car, or two people walking abreast. M and I were walking up the path, past all the low houses embedded into the hillside, when a car pulled out of one of the...

Illog The Well – P1 Winter 2016

Illog The Well – P1 Winter 2016

For the Winter Solstice I asked my spirit guides where I should go. In a dream I was given the name of a place to look for – “Llansantffraid“. Now, this seemed like a clear message, but Wales has a few options when it comes to places named in that way. The first option was the area close to where I had previously visited for the Autumn Equinox – the source of the River Wye near Rhyader. Dowsing revealed that this was not the one I was looking for this time. I have to admit I was surprised. When I looked for another candidate I found one close to the town of Oswestry. This WAS the area I needed to visit, and so I began to use the Megalithic Portal to see what was around that area. I found several sites (mainly wells) that I could visit, and...

Surrey 6 – The Pilgrim’s Way to Gatton Park

Surrey 6 – The Pilgrim’s Way to Gatton Park

There may not be any ancient stone circles left in Surrey, but I was about to visit my second modern circle of the trip. Gatton Park, close to the M25 Junction 8, is the siting for a stone circle constructed in 2000 to mark the millennium, and was commissioned with a theological motivation. I was interested to see whether the mere act of consecrating the space with stone would have created and retained any energy. Time to go find out! I drove through the traffic madness that is the area around the M25. The vehicular levels were just beginning to rise in response to approach the end of the school day. There were still a few hours of daylight left, but this was likely to be my last megalithic visit before the sunset. I had been dancing around and criss-crossing The...

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

In the second tale from my Surrey wanderings I was headed for Cockrow Bell Barrow [link]. This was at the very edge of Ockham Common, close to the junction of the M25 and A3. The air was clear and still. The coolness of the autumn morning was being tinged with a surprisingly warm sun, and the temperature fluctuated depending on whether you stood in the direct sunlight or the shade of what was left of a tree’s canopy. As I walked the paths of the common, heading vaguely for the M25, not neccessarily by the most direct route, I found that I was being followed across the common by some large shapes. Two cows had decided they wanted a drink from a water trough that appeared unexpectedly int he midst of some woodland close to the roar of the M25 traffic. On my...

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...

When healing is rejected

This is a short sad story. Whilst M and I had been away from the house so much over the summer, and with the hot humid weather we had been having, our hen house had become infested by red mites. Now, these little folks are deadly to hens. They infest their feathers and suck their blood, leaving them anaemic and weakened. When we discovered the tiny little things all inside the hen’s nest box we took action to try to get rid of them – cleaning the hen house inside and out seven times over a period of two weeks, and assailing the mites with every solution we could read up about. We thought we had control back. Then, one evening, M came into the house distressed. One of the hens was acting oddly. She wasn’t moving much, and was flapping her wings...