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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
It had been an excellent day so far and there was no reason why it shouldn’t continue as such. So it was a surprise when we arrived at the top of Cat Stone hill looking for a sacred site. From the picture that we had it seemed that this was both a large site and with good visibility. But we trampled a goodly amount of land upon the hill with no success. The dowsing rods suggested a direction in which it lay. But we couldn’t figure how that would be the case and so ignored them.
Whilst I pondered the problem, Gwas being more practical, wandered off to look further a field. After a while he shouted across that he had found it and (this should not be new to us know) in the direction the Rods had stipulated. Doh!
I followed Gwas’s directions and found the site about 100 feet from where I was looking. As I walked in and around the site I felt that it was devoid of energy. I mentioned this to Gwas and he confirmed that that was indeed the case. Since Gwas is more the Earth energy guy than I am, I suggested he do something about. After playing with the Rods for a few minutes, he concurred but asked for my help.
During his investigation I had examined the perimeter of the site and found a huge tree in the ploughed field next to the site. It seemed to me that this tree could provide a wonderful source of energy to awaken the site. I asked the rods to confirm this and they did. Here is where intuition really pays its way because as I walked towards the tree I felt that I could create a nice curved path of energy into the site behind me. But how to guide that energy? From experience I know that crystals shape energy paths so I found several large pieces of quartz in the field and placed them in order to create an energetic path. You might wonder whether the crystals were already doing this in the random places they were, however the secret ingredient is intention.
Gwas had brought along his single bowl which provided an excellent metronome for me to send energy along the path I had created into the sacred site beyond the hedge. So the scene was set. Gwas working on the inside, me working on the outside.
Gathering my intention I pulled together energy into a vortex and then as I hit the singing bowl, I pushed the energy with the sound into the crystal groove that I had created. Like water flowing into a tube I sent the energy in a Victor Schauberger spiral down and around into the sacred site. It was an awe inspiring experience both visually and physically.
I continued this for about 15 minutes and then felt a change coming back upstream. My thought was that Gwas had concluded his work so I stopped and walked back around the hedge into the site only to find that two young girls had come into the site and were sitting on a stone opposite Gwas. That was what I had felt, a change in energies. Nevertheless, Gwas had indeed stopped his work so it seems that our work had concluded. I felt the need to return to my seat outside the sacred area and walk along a more energised path back. Following a more curvaceous route into the site, the rods took me to a place just in front of Gwas and I laid some crystal pieces that I had collected at his feet as a sign of gratitude.
Measuring the strength and balance of the site concluded that we had indeed been of great benefit to the place. Job done and of course the sun shone bright upon the conclusion of our efforts. Fabulous!
Kal Malik sacred healer
July continued to be sunny, hot and dry. We were back from our Solstice outing and among the familiar landscapes either side of Cheshire. In particular Kal and I felt drawn to the Dinas Bran site. Both of us had questions that we hoped to find the answers to, and the walk was always lovely, if demanding. On an evening in the midst of a heatwave the hill seemed more inviting and more arduous than ever so we went prepared. I had my new yew staff, some food and a bottle of water. Kal had luck, faith and a newly conquered fear of heights. Each to his own!
Once we had reached the summit, I travelling barefoot and Kal following a dowsed energy trail, then we moved to our own separate areas of the hilltop to do our respective work. See, even working with a close friend my work is primarily alone. I say alone – I encounter more spirit entities than your average loner, making whatever experiences I have quite a crowded affair!
This evening, as I tried to cool down in the breeze which haunts the hilltop, I put my staff to one side with my bag, and then dowsed for the places that came to mind. The first one was that I wanted to know where I should start; the second would be where Bran was; and the third would be where I should ask my questions. That was my original intention – how that worked out might change during the process. They might all be one place, or multiple places – I didn’t know before I started. That was part of the adventure, and the luxury of using dowsing as a tool for getting answers.
Standing on the Head of Bran
My first power centre was right next to my staff. This would be where I would start the process off. I stood in the power centre and waited to see what happened. I took the time to do my connections, grounding, centring, connecting, waiting. After a few quiet minutes I felt the outer shell of my energy form crumble away and melt into the hill. Where next?
The rods took my around to a point close to the remains of two arched windows. I was still barefoot so it was a challenging location due to the sharp splinters of slate which spotted the site. Thankfully, when in the lullaby of the meditative trance I seem to never get stabbed, spiked or otherwise cut walking barefoot. The same cannot be said when I try it outside of the trance, however! I stood on the spot indicated and waited. Moments later I felt Bran’s gigantic presence. i was standing on his head again, as I had imagined previously when at Dinas Bran. Again, I was a small fly on the giant head of this mighty energy form.
On our way around the tip of Cornwall we began to venture back in search of The Merry Maidens stone circle. Kal had been there before and it was highly recommended. Given the beautiful weather we were having – forecast was for rain all weekend – we were in high spirits and eager to get to as many places as possible. So, when we rounded a corner and I spotted a brown sign saying “Celtic Chapel and Well” – that was enough to stop and consider if we could venture “off course”. Of course we could! To Boswarthan!
As we drove into the small car parking area over the rough terrain and parked respectfully, we stepped out into proper summer heat. At last! summer’s here! Then we both noticed the strength of the subtle energies around us – we were being PULLED down the path through the trees nearby! Well, if that’s not a sign that we should be in this place, then we didn’t know what was.
The walk down the slight hill beneath the canopy of old gnarled and hoary trees in full summer flourish was a welcome relief from the scorching sun. At every turn in the path new green delights made me raise my camera for another shot, or stand gazing lovingly at the twisted roots, the spray of leaves or the interplay between the sunlight and the shade. ‘Celtic’ sites seem to be placed in the most beautiful locations in these islands. Such good taste our forefathers and foremothers had!
Whenever I mention a sacred site to visit I can see the cogs going round in Kal’s mind… “Will there be climbing involved?” Well, in this instance yes. As we made our way through the Manifold Valley path towards the conjunction of three hills I could hear a familiar tone evolving in his phrases. So this cave…. is it…high up? Yes, it’s high up. And the way is steep. And the path precipitous. But the views are amazing and the climb is worth it for the reward of experiencing the cave’s vast space and acoustic properties.
On this particular visit I had chosen to try to find the easier way up. The walk was longer, but I knew that coming down from the top of the hill from the village of Grindon was not only a muddy experience but a buttock-clenching one too, at times. I hoped to spare Kal the worst for this former vertigo sufferer. Was it appreciated? It didn’t sound like it! Did I offer him soothing platitudes to ease his worries?
The cave is monstrously impressive! The height, the altitude, the view, the difficulty to get in…. it’s such an effort which is rewarded by the timbre of the acoustics even standing at the entrance. Having been here before I remembered that somewhere deep inside there was what our ancestors used to refer to as a “goblin” inside – an earth spirit. I hoped to meet him again, but that wasn’t the reason I was here.
My main reason for visiting the cave was to test whether I could create my “Perfect Shield” – an energetic construction for protection. The Shield was purely theoretical at this point, and which I needed to have practised before I came to use it “in anger”, as it were, when I needed it. I think the shield is linked with the Shield of Faith that I obtained as a gift from Faery too. Why I would need such protection wasn’t clear yet, but something somewhere knew and had guided me to learn how to create it. I had the image of how it could be done, now I needed the space and time to make it work.
I had deliberately kept the number of site visits low for Beltane. The daylight hours are still short, the distance we had to travel to get there was sufficient to drain away the day, and I wanted to be able to feel ‘unhurried’ when we got to a site. Almost as if enhancing this mood I had parked at The Broad Oak pub car park in the village of Strelley. It took us ten minutes to walk to Catstone Hill, and really it would have been easier to park right on the corner of the road just before the main village where there was ample parking, and the distance would have been more than halved. Such is life!
That wasn’t the end of our woes finding the site. Intuitively, and with only the barest map navigation, we found our way on to the hill. We inspected the broad flat plateau but couldn’t find any “capstones” for burial chambers. Were they hidden by the brambles and gorse? We tried to find more accurate maps on our phones but failed, so we resorted to dowsing rods. The rods pointed us out in the direction of a ploughed field. Our rationality kicked in and caused us confusion. We split up and went searching. Eventually I found the right place. It was at the end of the ploughed field and off the plateau behind a line of trees. The M1 motorway was is view below. Nice! Being off the main plateau was why we hadn’t seen it. We also realised there was a much easier way in if we’d only taken the steep tracks up the hill instead of following the main path. Once you know, you know – hindsight is clear.
We inspected the area around the capstones. No entry into these chambers, if ever there was any. They were silted up to the brim now. Disappointment began to set in. We stumbled around tripping over the tangle of briars and bramble thorns, the thick dead grass and the outcropping tangle of shrub branches. Our sense of frustration was compounded when we discovered that the site had no energy signature either. There were no earth energies running through the site at all. The disappointment grew. Should we turn away and go somewhere else?