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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

I have nightmares so rarely that I could probably count them on one hand. Last night was one such occasion. I awoke about 4am with a start. I had been in a house that I recognised from memory. The film that the house (in my dream) was from was called The Amityville Horror. Have you seen it? It is the story of a house (or a spirit living in the house) that terrorized the occupiers. A bit scary back in the day, not so much now. Anyway I hadn’t seen the film for years so why was it occupying my dreams or indeed my nightmare?

Let’s skip back a few hours to the evening before.

I was visiting with an old friend of mine, Rob. He’s moved to the other side of the country but was visiting his folks and had dropped me a line. I would never say No to Rob, the guy is a rare intellectual who loves to (or rather loved to) explore the paranormal. Years ago we rolled together for a few years. Anyway I met up with Rob and he told me that an old friend of his had called him up about a poltergeist haunting that was begging to be investigated. Now, I don’t do that kind of thing anymore but a few months ago I came up with some interesting theories of my own on that subject matter so I was amenable to go a ghost hunting with my ol’ pal.

Going back a few hours, we arrived in a quiet neighbourhood just as it was going dark…spooky…Me, Rob and Sylvia. I had never met Sylvia but kind-of liked her straight away she has a good aura (I think/feel). The house was a large one with 6 bedrooms and 8 rooms downstairs (inc two conservatories). The family that lived there consisted of three generations, Grandma, Mr and Mrs, and 4 children aged 22, 18, 14 and 12. As I was introduced to the family, I paid particular attention to the younger children, knowing the theories about poltergeist and pubescent children. Rob knew this too and he gave me a knowing nod as we were led into one of the living rooms.

I have had some experience with this type of ghost. Poltergeist is a well established type of ghost. For those not of a German tongue, the word means noisy ghost. Which is quite an apt name as that is what such a beastie is known for. Banging around a house, moving things, making things disappear and appear (apports). They have even been known to throw people around. A good distinction to make about such ghosts is that they have never, or very rarely known to harm people (even the ones that have thrown people around). Another important piece of research about such phenomena is that they are thought not to be the spirit of a dead person. It is more likely that they are a ball of energy that is being pushed around by the sub-conscious of a pubescent child. An excellent book on the matter is Poltergeist by Colin Wilson (it’s a bit old. 70′s I think, but is still the definitive work on the matter).

We were here to investigate whether this house was haunted and if it was haunted, by what. The suspect was a poltergeist because of the phenomena that had been observed. Examples of incidents were furniture moving, A really bad smell, glasses breaking in the kitchen, homework vanishing. As is normal with such cases many of the incidents were only observed after the fact or through the corner of one’s eye. I have a perfect example of this kind of thing from my own personal experience…

It was about 18/20 years ago when I was deep in the throws of paranormal investigations and had the fortune to investigate a really active poltergeist haunting. The house was a normal terraced house and in fact had been in the local paper as being haunted to the point of driving the occupier out of the home. That was how I had initially heard of it and was excited to investigate it….come on! Driving the householders out of their home! Definitely going there!

Anyway whilst walking around the home on my initial visit I was walking past the kitchen when I saw (felt?) some movement through the corner of my eye in the kitchen. I looked in sharply and was startled to see a column of knives and forks standing end to end on a table, making a tower of them that came clattering down as soon as I had observed them. Almost (I thought at the time) as if they had been set up by the poltergeist just for my benefit.

Rob and Sylvia quizzed the family about what kinds of experiences they had had and what times, who had been home etc, whilst I (being the only dowser in our group) wandered the rooms and hallways in search of the beastie. It is a testament to how far I have come over the years, because back in the day I would never have wandered the halls on my lonesome. Armed with a really awesome energy shield and an intuitive sense that seems to be going from strength to strength I had no worries.

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At the start of Day 2 on Iona we were greeted by cloudy weather. This can’t be right? Let’s see whether that continues when Kal gets out into the open! He always brings the sun out. Kal was a bit tired from his exploits the previous evening. I’ll let him explain that. I had slept well, whereas he was paying back the time he’d borrowed. Tiredness would turn out to be the least of our challenges this day. Iona has been probably the most intellectually and spiritually challenging places we have visited yet. As you read the rest of my posts you will begin to see how it made me have to grapple with lots of concepts that I had thought were the realm of New Age dreamers, or the stuff of pure mythology. On Iona, mythology seems to be made real for the seeker! Judge for yourself.

Our intended destinations for the day had been largely decided by the available sites as listed on the Northern Antiquarian WordPress blog. We had scheduled to visit Sidhean Mor, then a hillfort called Dun Bhuirg north of that, and finally to backtrack to head to the southern tip of the island to see a standing stone called Clach na Glaistig. This post will cover the first of these sites, and subsequent posts will describe an adventure from high to low and back again. In this post we’ll meet some otherworldly forms, and begin to fulfil a major part of my quest to Iona, that of finding an alien energy spot. More on that soon. There’s some even stranger stuff to get through before we get to that!

Belief and Angels

This time last year I didn’t believe in angels. Well, let me say instead, I had no reason to believe in angels. They were, after all, not part of my Nature pantheon. I had encountered elementals, nature spirits, and to some extent the energetic remainders of humans. The realms of ‘higher’ energy forms – angels and demons – that was something I steered well clear of. Until one unexpected encounter in a graveyard. After that, I moved my position one notch up – from “Have had no experience of that” to “Have had one experience of that“. This makes me slightly less dubious and a tinge more accepting of the possibility of angels. but not at this point a believer.

Angel Hill – same profile as Oran’s mound and Glastonbury Tor

Next on our tour of Iona was the so-called Angel Hill, a hill where it is reputed that Columcille (St.Columba) was observed to be surrounded by a host of angels. Well, what would happen for us?

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Investigation

How could I refuse? In this post I talked about a challenge that a friend had put to me. In essence whether I could find out where a child had been conceived. As you can read I succeeded, primarily by finding the existence of conception energies. Now I had been given the opportunity to explore these energies in detail. I couldn’t have refused even if I tried.

So, here I am at the house of Julie and her (3 year old) daughter Lucy. I had determined that Lucy had been conceived on the stairs of the house (in fact the 6th step). Now I was here to learn about that energy. Let me just fire the questions in roughly the order I asked them…

• Was this energy formed during intercourse? Yes (an obvious one)
• Would it have formed if no baby was conceived? No
• So it’s not sexual energy? No
• Was there any kind of unusual energy there before the conception? Yes

Now then that is a surprise finding isn’t? I wonder what kind of energy was there prior. Could it be that there was some kind of energy there that promoted conception?

• Did the energy that was there prior to conception promoting conception? Yes
• How much of a determining factor was it? 1…2…3…4… was it 4 out of 10? Yes

Okay, now that has opened up a whole new kettle of fish. Let’s leave it for a moment tho (don’t scream). Back to conception energies…

• Is conception energy male? No
• Female? No
• Neutral? No
• Primal? Yes

That is rather odd because Gwas and I have only come across Primal energy on a few occasions. Our first encounter with it was at a Crop Circle. So what the heck is it doing here?

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If you have ever wanted to ask me, what are the best kinds of experience that I have had, this post is the kind. Why is that you might ask, let me enumerate…

• they are interesting
• they step out of the box into new territory
• they provide evidence for what previously was belief only
• they are fun to do
• and they are practical

Here then is the tale. As you may recall, a couple of times I have mentioned the termConception Energies. What I have meant by them is the energy that is created in a place where a child has been conceived. Now I have to note that it is where it has been conceived, not where sex has occured. An important distinction.

baby energies

I had spoken with a friend about my findings and some time later she caught up with me. Whilst we were out for a coffee she told me that she had in turn mentioned what I had said to a friend of hers and that friend had told her that she knew exactly where her 3 year old daughter had been conceived and that this would be an excellent test to see if such energies existed and whether I could find them.

What an excellent idea. I wanted to go there and then, but logisitics meant I had to wait a few days. Nevertheless a few days later, my friend and I arrived at her friends place. Let’s call her Julie. I asked Julie, how she knew where her daugter was conceived (bit of a personal question but I felt I had the right to ask, given what we were about). She said that her husband worked away from home and he had been back only one possible occasion when Lucy (her daughter) could have been conceived. Excellent.

As almost always, with house dowsing I began just inside the front door. The house was a 3 bedroom semi. Downstairs was a front room, a kitchen/diner and a conservatory. Upstairs was a bathroom, a master bedroom, a guest room and a small room.

My friend and Julie wanted to follow me as I dowsed but a thought occured to my scientific brain. “I don’t want to get any subliminal clues of you” I said to Julie and they left me alone (grudgingly). I asked the most important question….

• Are there any Conception Energies in this house? Yes.

Actually I stopped there with a start and redefined my question. Are there any Conception Energies that relat to Lucy conception? Ah see…good point, right? Again the answer was Yes.

• Can I dowse for these energies? Yes. Excellent!

I followed the dowsing rods as they took me into the kitchen, then the living room, then up the stairs into the master bedroom (Oh no was this going to be obvious?) But no, the rods, swung out of there and then into the small room. I was expecting them to cross but they didn’t. They swung out of that room and headed back down the stairs.

One of the frustrating things about dowsing for places is that the rods in almost every occasion take you on a circateuos route. Why? I have no idea, but they do.

As I came down the stairs the rods crossed. What? Oh no. I double and triple checked. But that’s where they crossed, about 6 steps up. I had an aha moment. This had happened to me before. I looked to the ceiling for an atic hatch, there was none. Maybe there was a cellar? There was no space under the stairs. I was dejected.

My friend and Julie were in the kitchen as I came in. My friend asked me excitedly, “Did you find it?” I sighed and replied yes. Although my friend had pestered Julie she hadn’t told her. I asked Julie if there was an atic or celler. The answer was no. From the look on her face I knew she thought I had messed up. So I said, let me show you where I think it is.

Julie, Lucy and my friend followed as I took them up the steps. I stopped abruptly. “Here” I said pointing at the 6th step. To my utter amazement Julie blushed. My friend gasped. “Julie!” she said in mock shock. Julie shrugged and smiled sheepishly ruffling her daughters hair. “Yes, that is where it was.”

I think that I was more stressed taking my degree exams than this, but the amazing confirmation was worth it. And another good thing that came out of it was that Julie has asked me to do a full dowse of her house so stay tuned for whaat happens with that.

Kal Malik exploring the beyond.

ps: link to Conception Energy posts

The following series of posts recounts the tales of our adventures on the island of Iona in the Hebrides in the west of Scotland. We went there for the Autumn Equinox. Of course, my tales will be primarily from my perspective as Kal has his own stories to tell, and amazing they are too. Of course, we journeyed together so our stories intertwine to some extent. Where Kal acted as a foil or sidekick I will include his aspects, otherwise you’ll get predominantly mine.

Scotland sticks in my mind for many reasons – I used to live there as a small boy, I love the mountains (they are my Air/Sky image for elemental meditations) and I hate the weather (muggy and midge-ridden in summer, unbearable wind and rain in winter). However, despite my reservations I had two necessary goals that Iona seemed to be the perfect place to satisfy. These were:

1. To discover the quest or task that would keep my busy for the next eighth of the wheel of the year, and
2. To learn more about an unidentified energy form that I had found at Karnak Temple in Egypt, and which I had subsequently map-dowsed as also being present in Iona.

One ferry, two ferries, three ferries, more

The first ferry is from Oban to the island of Mull. Oban is a lovely little town that deserved more time, and as we pulled away on the ferry I saw a rounded hill behind a castle on the shoreline and I made a mental note that I needed to come back this way again. There was something about that hill….The tourism tagline at the moment is “It’s closer than you think“. It’s not. They lie. I thought it was about a five and a half hour drive and I wasn’t far wrong. And we live in the North of England. From anywhere else it’s even farther. The tagline should be “It’s further away than you’d like, and then a wee bit more – but it’s worth it (if it’s not raining, which it usually is)”. Truth in advertising? Not likely. Not catchy enough.

Where the heck is Iona?

The sun shone and we were able to stand on deck watching the waves churn into spume below the boat’s keel and the seabirds wheel and whirl in our wake. The rising mountains of Mull were a formidable but fascinating prospect for the drive across the island to Fionnphort where we would catch our second ferry – this time to the tiny island of Iona. The drive across Mull was idyllic. Rarely have I seen such beauty. Firstly over the mountain passes, then the road by the lakeside became picture postcard perfect. All too soon we were at the tiny ferry terminal and ready to board the ferry to Iona. So I left my staff behind in the tea room on Mull.

Of course I had to go back for it on the ferry. I can now say I’ve been to Iona twice. Settled and with staff, we were ready to begin our island adventure. We started at the first feature to make an appearance – the Nunnery next to St.Ronan’s Church.

The Nunnery and St Ronans Church on Iona

I would say that what happened next was a perfect introduction to the uniqueness of this island, and it set the tone for the whole set of adventures that followed.

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Penmaenmawr

Do you write about your exploits? I ask because Gwas and I often remark that our adventures out in the mystery are so astounding that words don’t do the experience and emotions justice. How does that work for you?

Invitation

In the mundane world of work and rain, Gwas and I had emailed each other with a proposal of meeting at our evening food and drink establishment with the notion that if the weather broke then we would venture to Gop Hill, a site of many good experiences.

It was about 3pm in the afternoon and I was looking out of my window at the clearing sky and felt a call to visit Penmaenmawr or the Druids Circle that evening. It was such a strong feeling that I had solidified into certainty even though the weather there (some 70 miles away and on the coast) might have been fouler.

I hadn’t informed Gwas of my change in tack and so when I relaxed in his new car and he said “Gop hill here we come” that I said let’s go to the Druids Circle. The immediate glint in his eyes and enthusiasm in his body was evident. As we drove towards our destination we saw a clear evening sky looming over our destination. I can’t recall the number of times I mentioned to Gwas that on this evening, we were invited.

Within an hour of meeting up we had arrived at the beginning of the 30 minute walk up to the circle. The weather was fair and the sun was heading towards the horizon. The climb was hardly noticeable as we marvelled at the mildness of the weather (this summer seems to be replete with rain and more rain). We walked past the meeting stone which I have always found to have a negative vibe. In this instance however it was welcoming. Gwas noted the feeling too and remarked that the Genius Loci of the Druids Circle had come down to accompany us along the remainder of the journey up.

Sun

As we approached the site some 100 metres away we looked over the bay towards the crimson sky and sighed with disappointment. The sun had passed below the hill between us and the sea and only a burning sky remained in its wake. If only we had got there a few minutes earlier we could have got a glimpse of it.

We made our way to the circle passing two other adventurers who remarked that the evening had been so clear that they had been able to capture views of the Lake District. Amazing! We passed friendly greetings and moved to the circle. I felt the urge to climb the slight rise to the west to watch the remaining crimson clouds. After a few seconds of standing there the most amazing thing happened.

Between the hill before me and the gap of the clouds the burning red sun appeared. I was truly awestruck. Gwas and I remained at that place for what seemed many minutes just drinking in this seeming miracle. What an amazing greeting by the sacred site. From somewhere inside I felt the urge to practice some Chi Kung so as the sky burned, I faced the west (with the circle behind me) and performed Chi Kung.

Note: during the exercise I felt the wings of the Genius Loci behind me, as if it was mirroring my movements.

I finished some minutes later and felt a shift in my energy. Looking out at where the sun had been a thought occurred to me. The Solar energy centre is aligned with fire and the sun. Had this exercise closed my Solar centre thus stopping my energy from leaking? I grabbed the dowsing rods and they confirmed my intuitive leap. My Solar had closed and I was no longer shining energy. What an unexpected gift. I walked about the circle saying “thank you, thank you…”

Centre Point

In my previous post I mentioned that I had missed the boat regarding a trip to Delphi and would have to wait for a return of the spiral. Well since I had had some excellent experiences with my energy double here at Penmaenmawr I asked whether anything could be salvaged, indeed, could I use my double to take me to Delphi? The answer seemed promising and so I dowsed a position and a direction (East ish).

Closing my eyes I asked my Energy Double to guide me to Delphi. I heard its now familiar song and followed it (as I had done on another occasion at this site) to Delphi. In ancient times the site of Delphi was famed for its Oracle and it was to this Being that my Double had brought me. I felt something odd though. I had not only travelled in space to Delphi but had also travelled back in time to. It felt to me as if the Oracle was no longer at Delphi now and to fulfill my request my Double had transgressed time too. Amazing.

Although I got a vague sense of femininity from the Being I could not discern anymore. I asked whether she could help me with regards to my quest for the Philosophers Stone? She responded that that was not what I was seeking. What? I was disappointed to say the least. I’m quite attached to the myth and legend of the Philosophers Stone (Come on even Harry Potter started with a hunt for the stone!) Alas the Oracle was unrelenting. She said that what I was actually looking for was the Centre Point. What? She told me that I should seek the centre point, the place of balance and once I had found that to come visit with her (geographically) and she would reveal how I could use the centre point to open the Dragons Soul book.

Note: Upon the walk up to the circle I had felt drawn to an oddly shaped rock. I had bent down and picked it up almost without thinking and placed it in my pocket.

The Oracle Being had concluded my audience and yet I wasn’t returning back to the hill upon which I was physically standing. I glanced about the cavern were my audience had took place for my Double. Nothing. I began to panic and instinctively put my hands in my pocket. Therein I felt the rock I had picked up and grabbed hold of it tightly. With a whoosh I was returned back to the Druids Circle.

Wow! That was rather a lucky break I thought. I had completely forgotten the instruction of following my Energy Double. Always have a return anchor point to hand.

Gwas had reached a break point in his work and we compared notes. I was disappointed about the loss (re-interpretation)of the Philosophers Stone quest. Dowsing confirmed that it was indeed the Centre Point that I should be seeking. Gwas speculated that perhaps it represented the Navel of the World or some other geographical central position. Dowsing negated this option quickly.

Since Penmaenmawr had been so fruitful with its gifting I wondered whether I could gain som more knowledge about this Centre Point. The answer was a surprising Yes and I found myself in the circle facing South. Closing my eyes I let my thoughts focus on the question to hand, What is the Centre Point?

I saw myself with an aura surrounding me. The vision zoomed in to the centre of the aura where I saw a burning point of light. Interesting, the centre point is inside of me.As soon as this revelation was revealed I returned to normal awareness.

North

It seems then that I was to seek some Centre Point within myself and Balance it. definitely plenty to muse on over the coming days. By this time an hour or so had passed and it had started to get cold. No wind mind you. Gwas and I took a few minutes to ear the rations we had brought with us and chat about our evenings experiences. I remarked that I had faced 3 of the four cardinal points and wondered why North had been missed out.

We finished up our food and cleared the rubbish away. It was time to go. Just as I wa about to walk away, I turned back to the site to thank it for such an inspiring visit when I felt to the urge to dowse a place to give thanks and gratitude. I found it and looked for a direction, of course, it was North.

We walked down the long path to the car remarking on the brilliance of the invitation to this sacred site and pondering on who had actually invited us.

Kal Malik