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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!

Kal Malik

Stream of Thoughts

Wisdom is a gift that one accrues through the passage of time and the deluge of experience. Given that, as one travels back into ones own history one will find the lack of this ambrosia. I am of course such a one and have spent much time healing and balancing past lacks of wisdom. This has been no mean feat in and of itself and I have completed that task to my own satisfaction.

Still, there is one person whom I would like to, in-person, deliver a message. The last I heard, this person had moved to Athens, Greece. Thus I was curious as to whether my upcoming quest to Delphi in Greece could include a search for this person. Since my journey is an energetic one, it only seems fair that I should determine an energetic answer to my question,

• “Should I seek out this person”?

This question inspired a journey to the nearby wizards wood, Alderley Edge. I arrived in the late hours of the afternoon and was not surprised to find that it was raining heavily and the paths were muddy. Nothing unusual for a mud walker. Dowsing rods in hand I determined a path to a place where my question could be answered. About fifteen minutes later I was standing on a shelf overlooking the valley of Cheshire. The rods had twirled into a spiral indicating the questioning spot.

I wondered whether I should literally dowse the question above. Or should I seek an answer through meditation. Perhaps a mixture of both? So I decided to do a meditation first. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift with the spatter of rain. Like sitting by the side of a gentle flowing stream and examining the leafs (thoughts) as they float by. I saw an image of the person’s face float by several times and in several guises (memories). The images were faded and old, some were black and white, like old pictures. Was I being told not to dig up the past?

It was time to get more defined answers. So I broke from my seclusion and brought the dowsing rods to bear. Should I dig up the past? Was the first question that I asked of them and got a soft yes. This surprised me as I was expecting a no. Well, in that case the above question was answered by default right and just to confirm I asked the question, “Should I seek this person on my trip to Greece?” To my surprise the answer was No. What was going on?

I should dig up the past, and yet not? What kind of duality was this? Then my thoughts went back to the images in the river, what else was being shown? Time, that was what came to mind and I asked, “Should I seek this person at another time?” The answer was Yes.

Curious. I came here to find an answer and what I’ve found is another puzzle. At least my task for the moment is clear. Delphi is my destination and nothing should interrupt it.

Kal Malik on a path to 2013

Writing in the Sand

Come on, talk about adventure right? This is day two of our stay at Iona and I have already encountered a thought form, a dragon and something strange, as well as an awesome star filled night. And that doesn’t include the remarkable druidry of Gwas. Could it get more exciting? Of course!

If you recall, all the way back to my first post, one of the things that I wanted to know was how much the layout of crystals that I had done one August full-moon night in my room had had on the subsequent events. All, some, none?

I’ll be honest, my rational brain still balks at the notion that simple (well complex in this instance) crystal layouts can have a profound effect on our life. Come on, seriously? Using dowsing to determine some answers in this regard is rather odd too, but what else is one supposed to do? Curiosity has to be assuaged I’m afraid.

Gwas and I walked to the other (western) side of the Island in the morning. I have to mention again that the weather was truly amazing for this time and place of the year, indeed when we returned home we learned that the rest of the country had been deluged. Walking amongst the beaches and hillock of the western coast we searched for energy, commune and quest fulfilment.

I found a lovely empty bit of beach that invited me to ask my questions. I began by formulating the image of the layout that I had done. I then informed my intuition that that image was to be taken as the energy effect of that layout. See the picture above? Start at the bottom left with the circle with a symbol inside it. That’s the crystal layout. The line joins it to the letter E for energy. Got it?

So, we’re off. Did the layout influence me getting a job “J”, Yes. Did influence my getting a heart condition “H”, Yes. There were another couple of private questions that I added, C and S. Both of those were influenced too. I was both amazed and shocked. I wasn’t expecting such a pervasive result. But there you have it, believe or not, your choice.

This rather unusual bit of dowsing has been the genesis of a couple of theories about energy, crystals and influence that I am working on this winter. Stay tuned for some interesting revelations.

Kal Malik

In the last two posts I told of how I had been guided around the Isle of Iona by an errant though form named Sarah. Gwas and I had climbed the hill known as Dun I (pronunciation pending) and as Gwas moved off to work on his quests I edged further and further west. The Atlantic ocean was calling me and with a fabulous sunset in the offing, how could I refuse?

Of course I couldn’t. As you will know, there are two power points in the day that have been recognised from the Fakirs of the East to the Shamans of the West, sunrise and sunset. A sunset over the Atlantic ocean is an amazing prize to behold. Thus I was sat upon the western most part of Dun looking out at the ocean.

As I enjoyed the view the thought form Sarah materialised besides me (yep, I am seeing things). So far she had been a constant companion, showing me the energy centres and finding the Dragon for me. Now she wanted to claim her part of the bargain.

I want off this Island she said to me. I have been here for so long and I have explored its length and breadth. Now I want to leave. Weird huh? A though form with dreams of travelling? It wasn’t what I expected to be quite honest. I had the rather nostalgic notion of it wanting to be dissipated or disintegrated.

Interesting isn’t it, that even a thought form doesn’t want to die. I sat and pondered this request and as I did so the Dragon from earlier awakenings came into focus on a far off islet (can you see the small island in the middle distance above? There!) I sent a thought off to the dragon, would it take the thought-for… (er) I mean Sarah off the island. It acquiesced. Excellent.

I watched as the dragon flew over me and whisked the energy form away and into the west. I honestly felt a bit sad at her going, she had been a companion for a day and a remarkable one at that.

The remainder of the early afternoon and sunset I pondered interesting (to me thoughts). For example I wondered how I knew that Sarah was a thought form rather than a shade and my intuition eventually provided an answer. She didn’t suck energy from me. I am loath to say the words ‘as a rule’ but in my experience a quality of shades is that they are inherent misers of energy. Grab grab grab is the watch-word with them. They can talk a good game and can often have some useful knowledge but whilst they are feeding you that with a spoon, they are feasting on your energy.

With Sarah, I felt a lightness of energy, ethereal one might say. Perhaps it was because she had been given energy, unintentional as it may seem. She was a wisp, a waif, a cloud, a feather. Gentle is a word that I would also use. In the time we spent together she had never stole any energy from me nor had asked for any. Odd that.

Another curio that I wondered about whilst facing the enormity of the Atlantic was that Sarah had seemed aware, conscious, intelligent. How come? Where had that come from. Again my intuition was filling in the blanks. Perhaps if a container is created it will be filled with awareness? As is always the case, our adventures to answer questions only give us better (and weirder) questions.

So concluded our first (yes first) day in Iona. The second had more adventures in store.

Kal Malik

The story so far…

• It all began with an investigation into a potergeist phenomena.
• Which had the flavour of something from my own past.
• Which led to me having the courage to follow a path with a heart.
• A journey that had me questing for a place of peace.

And so we are here. I had just run out of the car and back to the house to ask the lady of the house what was so special about a chest. A pink and yellow striped chest hidden in a back room. Karen, a little shocked, asked whether it had anything to do with the poltergeist. I said no, but it had familiar energies for me. She looked at me oddly and pulled me to the side of the door. Rob and Sylvia remained in the car.

In a hushed and sad voice, Karen told me of a sadness that had happened a few years ago. It was strange to let into something so intimate but it seems that we were both following our inner voice. She told me that she had had a miscarriage and it had broken hers and her husbands hearts. The chest contained clothes and toys that they had bought for the arrival of their child. An arrival that didn’t happen. I was both saddened and rather humbled to be privy to this deep and personal knowledge. So much so that for the moment I had forgotten my biography.

I made my way back to the car where Rob and Sylvia were continuing there religious debate from the house.What did you go back for, Rob asked as I got in. Oh nothing, I said, lost in memories. As we drove away my mind was creating connections. Of course, the spirals of energy in Karens home had been similar to the ones that I had found in my home all those years ago. Whereas mine where filled with dark energy Karens where the opposite, a sign of a healthy threshold. But I felt that that was just a backdrop to what had hit a chord, a forgotten chord that was surprisingly still deeply painful.

A good ten years ago when I was in the midst of marriage, my wife and I had had a miscarriage. We go through life encountering unique experiences. How are we supposed to know what to do, how to react, what it means? Lost in shadows is what we become in such times. Waiting for the light of the world to penetrate into our own personal world. So it was with my wife and I. It’s personal and I have not her permission, so I wont go into how we existed through those days. The energies in Karens home had awoken a resonance in me and I was on a path to discover what it meant.

Going back home

Work is very grudging with its time these days. It is almost possible to get a half days holiday out of them. However I persisted and was able to take such a couple of days after the above incident. I drove back to my old neighbourhood and pondered what was to be done. Herein we have spoken of Conception energies, life energies and death energies. What kind of energy was I looking for? What can I call it? A name came to me, it’s personal but will do for discussion. I called it Lost Energy. At the end of the street where I use to live is a wonderful weeping willow that I often communed with back in the day. So I sat under its eaves sending my thought down the street to my old home.

Was there any lost energy there? Yes, Could I reclaim it? Yes, Could I do it from here? No, Did I have to go into the house to claim it? Yes. And so I did. What kind of energy was this? It was conception energy that was forever severed from becoming one (at puberty) with its source. As I returned to the willow with the stone cupped into my eyes the emotions were seeping out of me and I was left crying with loss, regrets and a profound sadness.

No matter what we do with our dead, whether we bury them, burn them, drop them into the sea, all these acts are a grounding of their energies. So I was left wondering. What should I do with this lost energy? As is often the case these days I was in new territory and deeply personal too. A intuitive thought came to mind. Why not visit an old friend who knew much on these subjects, that ancient old yew. And so I did.

Secret Garden

Guided by the Yew and Caileach I arrived at the Druids circle on the coast of north Wales. I brought out my rods to determine what was needed and was again guided by Caileach. Following in her wake I laid out crystals and incense to a point that was facing the setting sun. I sat down and called my energy self.

My energy self arrived and joined inside of me. It them took me across the lands and back in time to a place that was truly awesome. We arrived in the midst of the most wonderful gardens I could ever describe. Flowers of all the colours of the rainbow, birds that sang musical songs, waterfalls, hidden paths, mazes, smells that made you forget who you were. It was heavenly, indeed I thought that this must be heaven or the gardens of Eden (aren’t they the same thing?) My energetic guide however let knowledge flow into me. Oh my goddess, these were the legendary hanging gardens of Babylon. Myth, legend or real I don’t know but that is what I am given to believe.

I wandered through these gardens having all but forgotten my reason for being here, to find a resting place for my lost energy (my?). My energetic self hadn’t though and it nudged me this way and that until I came to a garden within the gardens. A secret garden. My energy self took me within to a pedestal that had a forever flame (I don’t know what that means) in it. Then it was gone, as if its job had been done. It was me and a cupped hand full of lost energy.

I didn’t want to let it go. It represented an almost impossible dream. But such was the wonder of this place, I thought to myself. Could there ever be a more suited place? So with heart that was heavy I lifted my hands above the flames and let the energy fall and merge with it. I was expecting some extravagant display but nothing.

I wandered around the gardens some more. Where were the people? The caretakers? Nothing. Then I thought to return, but how? My energy self had departed. how was I to get back to the sacred circle. With that thought I recalled the burning incense…a tether. I focused my thoughts with all that I could muster and shouted…”Be There!” and was wrenched, like a huge hand grabbing my left shoulder and pulling me forcefully back to the here and now. Even now four days later my left shoulder and arm are painful to the touch.

Return

We that walk a sacred path are blessed with experiences and a path that is awe inspiring. Whether it is in our heads or whether it is real is of little consequence these days. It fills our heart with adventure and the most profound mystery.

Kal Malik

In my exploration of energy I have come to the hypothesis that intuition and emotion are the interface between our organic self and our energetic self.

Now

I am sat during the final moments of the sun’s setting, facing the western shore looking out into the Irish sea. Behind and below me is the ancient sacred site of Pen Maen Mawr also know as the Druids circle. Between me and the circle are a set of incense sticks burning. 23 in total although only 3 or 4 can be seen from my position. They have formed a tether between the energies of the circle and myself. I have been told that I will need it. Surrounding me are 5 pure quartz crystals. Reminiscent of a powerful layout that I recall from an experience in the Emerald Isle.

Wisdom and guidance from an ancient friend and perhaps an infinite one has brought me here on this cold evening. Here in this spot the sun takes an age to disappear and it’s a good job too because I need some extra time to prepare.

A song comes to my mind bidden from memory. It is a song that has been played here before, down in the circle. It is the song that connects me to my energy self. That mysterious other that legend and myth speaks of. My thoughts aren’t as clear they have been on previous occasions when I have sung the invite to my energy self. I have emotional things on my mind this evening.

I look down at the pure white rock in my hand. It was a gift given to me on a beach that shores the Atlantic ocean off the island of Iona only a few weeks ago. At that time its purity was visible an clear. Now it burned with another hue, or maybe it was just me imagining it. A little of both perhaps?

Three hours ago

Can one have so much adventure in the space of one day, or indeed half a day? Do you know, this is what I think it feels like when one is following Destiny. Destiny, I wonder if its etymology is to be on a journey to a destination? Aren’t all journeys to a destination?

I had issues of death and life on my mind. Given that, my destination is a place where questions about such matters have always provided dividends. Of course my destination is that Ancient Old Yew tree that is the caretaker of a church in the village of Llangernyw.

As I walk through the gates I spy two other visitors sitting under the eaves of my old friend. I nod to them and remark at the wonder of the tree. They smile and agree and I ask if it is okay if I joined them, to sit under this marvelous creature. Commune with Ancient ol yew is as easy as it has always been and as I sit there holding a bright white Ionian rock I ask my questions.

• What to do?
• Where to go?
• When?

Ever faithful Yew responds with directions. Go to the Druids circle was the immediate response and even as he spoke I felt another presence enter the place. It was Caileach. I hadn’t communed with her since my episode in the hospital.

What do you have there ? she asked gently. Like she didn’t know. Nevertheless I held my hand open for her to see the pure white rock. I don’t know whether beings like her understand human emotions. Tears trickled down my eyes as I cradled the stone with soft gentleness. She stroked my cheek, as if curious about the tears. With one arm wrapped around the yew she gestured me away from that place. Go now to the Druids Circle and call upon your shining other.

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In my previous post on Poltergeist I told that I had followed the trail of energy from the geist to the power place of Conception energy. The route that it had taken was a windy and spiral filled one. As I had followed this path I had felt a nervous uncomfortable feeling. Not exactly scary but something odd, in a bad way. In other parts of the house there was commotion and noise but it was another universe as far as I was concerned. The spirals of this energy, its flavour, its taste had wrapped and enfolded me completely. Was this some kind of trap? The dowsing rods proclaimed that I was safe and secure, my energy barriers intact and strong. What was this then?

I sat on the bed besides the power place and pondered my feelings? A thought occurred to me. Some entities feed of emotional energies. Was I being affected by such and being made to feel these feelings? I checked with the rods. No. I asked a few of our standard are the rods working questions all seemed fine. Plus I really felt that my protection was strong and that I wasn’t under some influence. Not of the malicious kind anyway. But something was indeed going on.

It was like the scent of something you have smelt in the past but can’t locate the memory. Something that had been important or big in your life but you couldn’t recall what it was. It was both annoying and beguiling. I heard Rob calling me from someplace and I tried to shake off the feeling and become present again. In fact as I recall I made a mental note of that, that I had needed to become (return to the) present. As I made my way through the passage ways I asked the rods if I could be shown a clue as to what I was missing.

By the way, the rods had confirmed that I was missing something. Asking for a clue proved fruitful or so it seemed as the rods where eager to drag me away again. After a few moments I realised that they were taking me back along the spiral filled path through the house. All the way back to the conception energy and then back of towards the kitchen again. Damn!

What kind of clue is that! We are not impressed! I returned back to the living room where a small debate was broiling. apparently I had missed some more bangs (How could you not hear?) and a table had been up turned (sadly not in front of anyone). However given this activity Sylvia (who I also learned was a priest) was ready to declare that the house was filled with evil spirits. Great!

As I sat down with them and took some tea. You have got to imagine that this was one chilled house. Karen and her fella were unperturbed. Charlie was hooked with the TV and Mike had vanished (not literally). Rob and Sylvia were having a heated but sane debate on the nature of hauntings. Occasionally Rob appealed to me for support. I nodded occasionally with a disappointing , to Rob. “yeah”. But my thoughts were on that melancholy fragrance of energy.

And now I was being distracted by an inane argument. What are your thoughts? What do you think? What would you do? Who gives a cheese grater? Karen and her family were happy with the situation, the rods didn’t recognise any danger. Live and let live (or exist) I say. And yet there was this nagging sensation in my gut (where intuition liveth) that something was awry and I had encountered it before.

I’ve had my fair share of house energy experiences pre my energy exploration days was a whole era of paranormal days. So this feeling could be originating in any number of experiences over the last 20 odd years. Some of those I have related here on occasion. Just to allay your fears, I had dowsed the question several times and was assured that there was nothing dangerous in this friendly home. It has fabulous threshold energies by the way.

Rob being an exceptionally good friend of the family couldn’t refuse the invite of an evening meal and since we were his passengers we were also invited to feast on the several Dominoes Pizzas that were ordered. I got to meet the other two kids of the home as they rushed in and up to wherever their rooms were. Conversation over the dining table (massive table) was delightfully entertaining and varied. I was really taken by how bright and intuitive Charlie was. Her questioning would have been amazing if it accompanied a dowsing rod. I tried to engage in the conversation but was kept at bay by the reminder of that old memory of a fragrance (energy). Which is a miracle in and of itself since it is impossible to keep me quiet.

There were no more poltergeist events and I quizzed the family as to whether anything had been captured on video phones? No. It seems the poltergeist was too wily for that. Not surprising they are famous for being camera shy. I took snaps of various random places in the hopes of catching an orb or two. Zip! Nada! Nil!

The evening had taken on that feeling of wanting to be round-up. Yawns and restless movements were being made and I was getting the need to do some last-minute dowsing. There had to be more. I asked for the rest room (see? I am Americanized) and escaped up the stairs to do some last-minute dowsing.

Calm down calm down was the mantra that I kept repeating to myself as I again was on the hunt for a clue. Again I was taken through the spirals of energy and then…an old memory surfaced…Oh my Goddess. Of course, why didn’t I recognise it? But what did it mean for the family here?

Kal Malik – worried