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Last month I visited one of Manchester’s north-eastern satellite towns called Shaw.I went on a whim, and had map-dowsed the place I should go to, only to find that it had family connections – my grandparents had lives there. I remember visiting my grandmother in Shaw, but my grandfather had died before I was born, so I never knew him except via a photograph. When I got there I was directed to go and meet with the shadeA shade is the energy body of a human being that has become transfixed at a geographical location. The shade retains many of the qualities of the human that it was attached to (memories, character traits, a level of sentience, movement between places known in life). of my grandfather. He told me that he had a special message for me, and that I would need to return just before Samhain in order to obtain the information.

I waited eagerly until close to the fated time and then began to get twitchy – when would the day be best to do this? I dowsed it out and found that Wednesday 26th October would be the ideal date, and then the energy associated with this task would wane very quickly. Only one slight snag with that date – I was due to attend a day’s course in London for work and I couldn’t do otherwise!

By Wednesday evening I had almost given up hope of making it back from London in a reasonable time. Traffic was terrible, the weather was bad, and I had missed my motorway junction right at the start adding half an hour to my journey time. Several hours later I was in two minds as to whether to go, given that I only got back home at 9pm. Nevetheless I went, travelling an hour north past Manchester to reach the hills above Shaw. Call it dedication. Call it madness. Call it a calling. I made the journey in the darkness and dampness.

Having recce’d the site before everything was straightforward, even though it was dark this time. I knew where to park, how to get to the hill, and what kind of path to expect. Even though it was new moon and there was no moonlight the hill was oddly lit. Maybe it was the ambient lighting of the towns in the valley below?

The dowsing rods led me to the same place as last time to communicate – a small semi-circular recess slightly back from the edge of the sheer drop into nothingness at the edge of the Besom Hill‘s sheer edge. Oh yes, “Besom Hill”. as in “besom broomstick” associated with witches. On Halloween. I know. Again – I was completely ignorant of this until I came to write this post up and view the place on an OS map. Really! This is just how these things happen.

I crassly asked for a physical sign of my grandfather’s presence. This was responded to by a distant boom, like a loud firework going off or a thunderclap. I took this to be fireworks because Bonfire Night was only a week or so away, and I tried again. Same thing. I asked for one more time. Same happened again. I asked for something more local to happen, and nothing happened. I can’t be sure what happened really, whether I was repsonded to or not, but the dowsing rods confirmed the presence of a spirit that responded as my grandfather.

I put some crystals around me to enhance my protection and focus the spirit. We communicated, and after a few minutes I began to see images and hear my voice talking about ancestors. It was talking about gathering the energy of my ancestors and accumulating that energy to enhance my own personal power – not in an egotistical way, more as a means to increase my abilities. My grandfather’s spirit suggested strongly that I should begin a task of going around finding and collecting any remaining family ancestor energiesA term I have used to describe the subtle energy imprints left at a particular place of power (a power centre, perhaps) by our ancestors - those family connections from whom we are descended and have a genetic link to..

I asked if it was the same thing to obtain the energy of a spirit such as the one I had obtained co-operation from at Clun Castle. The answer was NO. This was different. Then I was shown a picture of ancient people going into megalithic sites to go through a ritual to commune and merge with their ancestors’ spirits. I asked if I could do the same. I felt something sit with me in the same place as I was, and then it began to merge with me so that I was seeing through its eyes, which were my eyes, because it was also seeing through me. I felt the energy form become one with me and I shivered a little, even though I was warm.

I dowsed as to what had just happened. My grandfather’s energy had entered into my own energy form. I had been protected against other spirits doing this, and had only allowed the spirit of my grandfather to do this, so I was happy that I had got the right energy form. I set off back home and got diverted back a junction again on the M62 motorway. Really, someone or something was trying to make this as difficult as possible for me! I was tired enough already from nine hours of driving that day!

When I got home I dowsed if any change had occurred to me – YES, my spiritual and magickal power had increased. I don’t know what this means yet, or how I could measure it, or what the consequences might be, but it was an interesting experience. Time will tell if it was beneficial! In terms of collecting my ancestor spirits – one down and several to go?

Gwas.

On our Shropshire outing I had planned to visit several hill forts. Having completely failed to be able to park anywhere near one of them, and having had our potential parking space stolen by someone else (seriously – we were in the middle of nowhere – where did that person come from?) we moved on. No hill forts for us today – too little time and too much to do! We scooted off and headed for the next scheduled destination.

For most of the afternoon we had been seeing signs for the three or four main towns and villages in the area. There were literally only three or four places within a twenty square mile area, so we kept seeing the same names. Every time we pass a sign saying “Clun” Kal would parrot it back, as though it was some kind of fanciful legendary location that could be willed to appear. Minutes later we turned a corner to travel along the floor of a valley with a wide U-shaped basin and in the distance we spied a looming sunlit tower and half a wall. A castle? Cool! We continued towards it with our eyes on the prize, as it were. A few minutes later we saw a sign denoting the name of the village we were entering… “Welcome to Clun”. Destiny is our SatNav.

The sun was beckoning us out of the car as we parked in the convenient and free parking lot. The public toilets appeared to be musical, and the whole village seemed bright and welcoming. We both loved it immediately. We crossed the sturdy wooden bridge over the slow-moving glassy river. We each picked our own dowsed path beyond that as we began our trek over and around the imposing majesty of the grassy mound before us, wondering where we would be led to.

The delightful village of Clun in Shropshire

I stopped to dowse for some indication of what I would find at this place, after all, there is no point hurtling headlong into nothing. The answer that came back after several questions was something that I could learn from. OK, well that was pretty general, but I knew it was not related to my current quest, only that it would enhance my progress generally. Well and good. Onwards to whatever!

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In the final part of my Autumn Equinox posts from the island of Anglesey I talk about my visit to the wonderful and mysterious mound of Bryn Celli Ddu with my psychic friend Mike. As you might expect given the company I was in this was a different experience than my usual dowsing visits, and I was also able to find out what the next final part of my healing quest would entail for the next few weeks.

Bryn Celli Ddu

We walked the gravelly path to the ancient mound buoyed by expectation. Our visit to Barclodiad Y Gawres had been disappointing, but now the sun was trying to break through the cloud cover, and the wind was easing back from its incessant howl. Of course, as always happens, we passed some visitors heading away from the site as we approached. This is such a busy place!

As we walked down the path I again “noticed” the moss-covered stone at the corner of the final approach path. As we walked round the corner I saw my old friend the ash tree – one of the tree guardians of the site. I paid my respects and passed the time of day without expecting a response. Mike, however, got rejected when he tried a similar approach. I giggled a little at this – this is exactly how Kal started out when he first approached trees – with an expectation of instant friendship. I knew that the road was much longer and tougher to travel than many people expect when it comes to talking to trees.

We began our approach and I mentioned how “spooky” the hawthorn-lined path could be at night. Even in the day it is a little intimidating. Mike said that he felt we were being watched. I stopped and tried to sense the presence too. Oh yes! Now that I turned my 360-degree attention to the entity I could sense there was something watching our progress, and it wasn’ t the tree. Hmm…I made a mental note.

The entrance to Bryn Celli Ddu chamber

Now we rounded the final corner and opened to gate to the site. it was Mike’s first visit and he drew an appropriately large intake of air in a huge gasp of appreciation.

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As you may know, a recent visit to Lud’s Church. Gave me another blue key towards achieving my Knights Quest. This key was to gain confidence in my voice. A curious key because I would have thought that I was quite confident in voicing my opinion or indeed in writing of my experiences (see this blog).

However, further meditation revealed that this confidence was literally related to my voice. Taking up the challenge and seeing how I could use my voice in this new light I decided to pull my knightly finger out and get to the task.

Star Song

Many years ago, I discovered a fabulous secret in plain sight. One of those things that is missed again and again. It took modern science to understand it and yet ancient people experienced.

Thousands of years ago people have stared up at the stars and created images of Gods out of them. The modern take on this is that they saw the mystery of the stars and being in awe of them they patterned Gods out of them. The other more fanciful notion is that the ancients had visitors from the stars and then in some kind of worshipfulness and they venerated the stars.

Arrant nonsense in my view! These two make the assumption that ancient people  were neither wise nor intelligent.

As we look from today back in time to those “dark ages” we find that the light of reason fades. However the resonance of intuition increases. Thus we can speculate (which is evidenced if you read material on Shamanic history) that in that time, heightened intuition was the norm.Let’s tie this with some modern knowledge about stars.

 As you know stars are suns that are a phenomenal distance away. Light from these stars sets out billions of years before we are born and heads off on a journey. The eventual culmination of this star trek is to fall through our night sky into the eye of a person looking up in awe.

Now lets take a 4000 year perspective. A person of today, filled with the rational noise of the world has scant chance to connect with his intuitive sense to “feel” this marvellous connection with the universe. A person from 4000 years ago. Who is living by intuition has no such noise to foil his intuitional senses. As Gwas and I continue to learn, star energy/light has properties that we are continuing to explore.

Combining all of this together, then surely it was the case that ancient people, when looking up at the night sky, truly felt and connected with the universe, in an utterly visceral way. Surely the were monumentally correct when they pattern the stars into Gods. Because for them, they were literally being touched by the light of the Gods.

In my humble way, I created a recording, kind of like a meditation that takes one on a journey to explore the above truth. It is/will be available on this site along with many other gifts when you purchase my friend Tam’s new book Cultivating Radiance.  Also this completed one of my Blue Keys on my Knights Quest in a truly fabulous way.

Thanks again for visiting with us,

Kal Malik – Star Touched.

ps: You can get Tamara Gerlach’s book from her site http://cultivatingradiance.com/

Continued from part III here.

I had left Peter with an “Evil” thing in his attic. The thing had a negative energy strength of -6 (Yes it’s bad, but he had been living with a -10 for 2 years). So I wasn’t feeling too bad about it. The next day I couldn’t make it back and the day after I got a call from Peter in the morning. “You have to come back! I’m being driven crazy!” was the message he left on my answer machine.

So I was back at his house that evening and he was a mess! “What the heck happened to you?” He was disheveled, sunken eyes, like he hadn’t had any sleep for 2 days. Which apparently he hadn’t.

Two days ago, when I had left him, he had taken the diaries upto his room and read through them, through almost the night, then he had tried to get some sleep in the early hours but his head was filled with stuff from the diary. The next morning (or rather the same morning) he was ill with headaches and couldn’t go to work. These continued throughout the day and the next night he couldn’t get to sleep either and spent the night watching TV in the lounge.

Wow! A normal perspective might have been a virus or illness of some kind but this was too much of a coincidence. I couldn’t help but ask Peter why he hadn’t gone to the Dr’s with this. Sorry, just couldn’t resist the dig. Time for some dowsing…

• Did the thing upstairs cause Peters illness and nightmares? Yes.
• What strength was it now? -17! What? What? I triple checked it. Yes it was -17! How? I thought about it for a bit and the only thing that came to mind was that Peter had been reading the diaries and had taken the box up to his room (I should have told him not to do that). Was this the cause of the -17? YES.
• After some really cool intuition and dowsing (if I do say so myself) I came up with the notion that because Peter had been reading the emotional content of the diaries the thing had been able to sap his energy too and was now a whopping -17! Scary!

I dowsed the box (and books) and found that its energy levels had dimished and had moved. I followed them and they led to where Peter was sat! I asked him to move and the energies moved with him. I dowsed and found three spirals of energy coming out of him and heading up the stairs (you know where!). Then I had an insight…

Gwas and I often find that a energy centre doesn’t neccessarily mean a place where energies come out from, but may also be a place where energies sink in to. So I asked whether the energy flow was coming out or in. Totally frighteningly I found they were going into him! The thing had its ‘claws’ in him, quite literally.

With a sigh, I asked whether I could still get rid of this thing? Surprisingly Yes. I had brought the following with me…

• Incense (snadlewood and nagchampa)
• Candles
• Singing Bowl (I had it in the car)
• Crystals (again I have stacks of them in the car).

As I walked back to the car I felt quite bad for Peter, What a blow. I was also kicking myself for not burning the diaries (that would have been my first point) fire seems to have a good destructive effect on negative energies (mythically and really). As this was going through my head, a thought occured to me. O crap! I hadn’t protected myself and I pulled the rods by the car and found that I had a ‘tendrill’ wrapped around me too. I did a quick energy bombAn energy bomb is (for me) the pulling in of energy from the surrounding environment and then causing an explosive release. It is highy effective against Leprechaun Energy but not so much against energetic draining energies and shades. and checked. Nope, still there. I spent a bit more time in visualising another one and bang! Still there! Okay, I thought, at least I know it’s there. So I wandered back to the garden (our base of operations) and I dowsed for what I needed.

• How many candles will I need? 1…2…3…7…14…22…33. What? A thought occured to me. One for each power centreA place where a person of a particular alignmentAlignment relates to the concept that humans have their own energy fields that are oriented or formed in a specific way such that the person is either suited better to one energy source of another. Some people have their energy fields empowered by the direct subtle energy force of The Sun, whilst others are empowered by the indirect subtle energy of The Moon. Due to the historical associations and symbolisation of The Sun with masculinity and The Moon with femininity we designate these alignments as either being ‘male’ or ‘female’ alignments accordingly. We interchangeable refer to people as being ‘sun-aligned’ or ‘male-aligned’ and similarly with the female alignment. (see ‘Alignment’) feels particularly comfortable and empowered. The place is an energetic centre where a particularly beneficial combination and formation of energies is formed into a pattern that is harmonic with the person for whom it can be called a power centre.? Yes. Crap I had like about 7 candles. Ok Next,
• How many incense sticks? 17 (this got worse and worse)
• Crystals? 2. I know 2? What?
• Did I need the singing bowl? No.
• Was this all? No.
• Did I need to do a intention? Yes.
• Was that all? No.
• Did we need to burn the diaries? Yes.
• Was that all? No.
• Did I need to get help from life energy (plants/trees)? No. Hot darn it.
• Was I being affected by the energy tendrill? Yes.

I knew I was missing something but just couldn’t thnk of what, then I had a breakthrough. There was this energy tendrill attached to me, but it wasn’t like leprechaun energyAn intelligent and aware energy with a penchant for causing mishaps, stealing treasured items, and being territorial. that followed you around. Could I move far enough away to be detached from this? As an after thought I wondered…Could Peter?

I asked whether what I needed was something that I needed to bring? No. Was it an action of somekind? Yes. Good! I needed candles so I asked Peter to come with me to the superstore. He refused, but I told him it would be good for him and he came along. We had driven about 10 minutes and Peter visibly (and I really mean visibly) improved. Interesting that ‘they’ (the tendrils) couldn’t follow.

We walked around the local DIY store looking for candles (Peter thought I was nuts). But eventually I found a box of a hundred tea lites. Perfect. As we walked towards the counter I was drawn to the plants. I know, the rods had said no, but…hmmm…As I pondered them, Peter stepped over and said, “they’ll die”. So I whistfully let it go and turned back to the aisle just in time to bump into a lady carrying a sign, it said, “Home is where the Heart is”

I am lucky (touch wood) if I do say so myself, my luck comes not from having signs pop into my life frequently but from being able to recognise them when they do, This was one such occasion. Home is where the heart is. I knew what the missing ingredient was.

We bought the candles and returned to the house, but before going near it I stopped the car and put quintuple levels of protection around both of us. I didn’t want any tendrils latching onto us. This time I had told Peter what I was doing (blessing him), I needed all the placebo I could get.

We got out of the car and walked to the back garden. I knew almost immediately that Peter had been ‘infected’ again. He had no threshold in that house. It was time to kick butt!

I didn’t do any more question dowsing, the good fortune at the DIY store was enough for me. The world doesn’t test our faith. It is we that should test it. So I had faith that I had got a good sign and now I was about to follow it. I prepped Peter for his part in the ceremony and we began.

1. We began by creating a pyre for the diaries in the back garden. We didn’t light it right then but waited unitl we completed the rest of the work.
2. Then I went around the house and lit candles at each of the power centres. “Take me to each power centre in the correct order for our task”, is what I asked for. There were 7 in the attic. Peter followed me (rather reluctantly at first but then got caught up in the ceremony of it all) and did his bit. It took ages to light all the 33 candles (I didn’t count them to be honest, I just walked and lit).
3. Then it was the incesne sticks, I lit them 5 at a time and placed them around the house as directed by the rods, and Peter followed doing his bit. Apart from 3 sticks which needed to be placed in the center-ish of the living room, the rest were placed pretty much next to candles. Three went in the attic, one of which was right above the the thing. Scary!
4. Of the two crystals, one was placed in the front exit and the other, again eeek, was placed ontop of the thing (I pushed it over it from a distance).

As we finished this, I felt certain that the tendrils from Peter had gone and I checked to confirm it. It had taken us about 1 hour and 20 minutes (the longest ceremony i’ve done) to set up the scene, now it was time to evict the previous resident. I asked to see where Peter needed to be and it was in the centre of the living room, where the incense sticks were. He did so and I went into the back garden.

I stood before the box of diaries and stilled myself to set my intention. It was time to kick this thing out of the house and for it to never return (which is what I had instructed Peter to think too). I then lit the diaries (which we had soaked with a bit of petrol). They went up in flames, in a rather satisfying way. As they reached the final embers I shouted in to Peter and a few seconds later I heard a satisfying slam of a door.

Was it done?

We waited until the incense sticks in the living room had gone out and then went around the home collecting all the candles, crystals and remains of incense. The house did feel a lot different and I didn’t mind going into the attic. The litmus test was of course the dowsing.

• Had the thing been banished from the home? Yes
• Had the negative energy tendrils and power centres been remmoved from the home?Yes, I didn’t expect a full yes from that to be honest.
• Had a protective threshold been established? Yes

It looked like it was a job well done, but if you’re wondering what Peters part had been then read on.

From the ‘sign’ in the DIY store I knew that Peter had to make his house his home. He had to create and strengthen its threshold. So as I went about the house lighting candles and incense, at each centre Peter infused the area with love. Whether it was a hug, kissing the ground, saying “I love my home” (it took me a long while to persuade him to do these, but I think a combination of the diaries, the sleepless nights and my unbending intent brought him into the spirit of the action plan). That is how we did it.

Then when I was burning the diaries, Peter was imaging the thing being dragged out of the attic (through the crystal) and down through each burning candle and out of the front door (through the crystal). And when I shouted to him, he had gone to the front door and slammed it shut. Sealing his “homes” threshold.

According to the rods, it had all worked great. I asked Peter to buy some plants for his home as the final test and left with the satisfacion of a job well done. And if the sun hadn’t set, i’m sure it would have shone out like a good-un.

As I walked out, I triple checked for any leprechaun residuals as well as tendrils, nothing. This wasn’t going to be like the horror movies where there is a last bit of unfinished business.

Kal Malik

Dragons

What with all the things Gwas and I are learning, I am happy to say that we are still explorers of The Edge. Have you noticed that neither of us has settled into a niche and gone for the in-depth rigorous research, rather we are trail blazers and wanderers in the land of here there be dragons (not there is anything wrong with niche delvers I might add).

Last week I was approached by a fella who had a rather peculiar talent. He told me that he had wanted to have plants and flowers in his house but they always died, even the most hardiest (can survive anything) plants. His extreme example was that (as a test) he got some weeds from a neighbours garden and tried to cultivate them in his house, but even they died.

I asked him whether it might be environmental, maybe his house was just too stuffy or the wrong temperature or something? He replied that his neighbours on both sides had similarly constructed houses and they had no problems.

Having read (all that stuff on sick house syndrome) he had been pushed to me by a friend to have it investigated. Cool! I am game! And went around his house yesterday to investigate.

I have been doing house energy work of one kind or another for several years, everything from poltergeist investigations to house dowsing and improving the energies of a home. Although this was a new one on me I was sure I had the tools to deal with it.

I arrived at Peters home around 7 in the summer evening and from the outside his house was no different from the others in the street. It was about a third of the way down a twenty house street and his front garden was paved rather that grass. There were no plants in it and my first question to him was, did plants grow ok in his garden? He had never had any.

An interesting bit of knowledge I gained about houses just recently is on Thresholds. I don’t want go into it too much in this post, but will do a monograph (ahhhh I knew I’d get to use that Sherlockian phrase one day!) some day soon.

Anyway, I observed the threshold etiquette and asked if I could explore the house on my own. Basically the house was a 3 up 2 down semi with an extended kitchen at the back. I stood at the entrance, as Feng Shui people know this is the way that energy normally flows into a home and with dowsing I have seen the same confirmation. For me this is a good place to start and come back to to ask main questions. Here are some preliminary ones I asked:

• Is there something energetically wrong with this house? Yes (in hindsight this is a stupid question to ask as it if there is anything wrong with it, that must also have an energetic impact too, I digress).
• Are there any good energy centers in this house? Yes.
• Any bad ones? Yes.
• On my scale of 1 – 10 how strong is the positive energy? 3
• How strong is the negative? 10. Holy Zarquon Singing Fish! For those who are unaware, a 10 means get the heck out of here! Your radiation badge is screaming RED! Did you just notice me triple my self-protection? Make that quadruple!
• How many positive (good) energy centers are there? 1
• How many bad ones? 1..2..3..4..5…16..17…20…25…30..35..33! Wow. That is a record breaking number of negative energy centers. I had to walk up and down the hall several times to arrive at it and double checked my results by working down from 50.
• Were all of the 10′s? No. Phew!
• Were more than 50% 10′s? No. finally I found that 25% of them were a 10.

Intuition was kicking me in the behind now so I followed its flow…

• Were these all linked? No. Were most of them linked?Yes.
• After a bit I got to all bar 3 were linked and the 3 remainder where of a strength less than 5.
• Although these were all energy centres or indeed pools is another word I use. Was there a source from which all this flowed? Yes.

I was still at the door and Peter had come back to ask if I wanted tea, I said yes, herbal please and he pottered off. As he did so, a question arose in my mind….

• Is Peter connected in anyway to this energy?Yes.
• Was this why there are no plants growing in the house? Yes.

Some further investigation along these lines revealed that the plants were a minor symptom. Oh dear! Okay! It was time to find this SOURCE so I braced my quadrupled force-field and followed the rods. They took me half way up stairs and stopped at a truly innocuous spot about 2/3rds of the way up.

Talk about a let down. There I stood on the stairs looking around at, well nothing really. What! I triple confirmed the spot (once coming from the top downwards) and the same conclusion was reached. The source was definitely on the stairs. Perhaps the most valuable find of ours is the question,

• “Take me to something that will help explain this answer”

As you will see in recent posts on this blog, both Gwas and I have had plenty of success with this question. Therefore I employed it here. Was there anything that would help me understand what and why the power centreA place where a person of a particular alignmentAlignment relates to the concept that humans have their own energy fields that are oriented or formed in a specific way such that the person is either suited better to one energy source of another. Some people have their energy fields empowered by the direct subtle energy force of The Sun, whilst others are empowered by the indirect subtle energy of The Moon. Due to the historical associations and symbolisation of The Sun with masculinity and The Moon with femininity we designate these alignments as either being ‘male’ or ‘female’ alignments accordingly. We interchangeable refer to people as being ‘sun-aligned’ or ‘male-aligned’ and similarly with the female alignment. (see ‘Alignment’) feels particularly comfortable and empowered. The place is an energetic centre where a particularly beneficial combination and formation of energies is formed into a pattern that is harmonic with the person for whom it can be called a power centre. was on the stairs. I started at the front door again and followed the rods up the stairs. I had a sinking feeling that they were going to take me to the same spot again but was relieved when I climbed past it.

The rods took me along the landing and stopped or rather pointed inwards to a wall socket. Aha, Was this something to do with electricity? No. O! Again! Another place that seemed to have nothing special. I walked into the bedroom behind the wall and tried to continue dowsing but there was nothing there. It was definitely on the other side. I stood by the socket wondering and trying to get my intuition kicking in when Peter arrived with the tea.

As I sipped it, I asked him if there had been anything on the landing. He replied, No. Unhelpful I mused. Then after a moment he said, “Unless you mean the steps?” What? He pointed up at the ceiling and I saw a sliding door over what looked to be an entrance to an attic. It was right over the place I had stopped. Wow!

Is there anything up there? I asked and Peter replied that he had only ever been up once and that was when he bought the house, but as far as he could recall, nothing but junk from the previous owner which he hadn’t bothered to clear out.

A clue, at last, I thought and asked if we could go up? Sure and we slid the panel away and pulled down some ladders. There was a light switch but it didn’t work or the bulb had gone.

• Note to self : Put powerful torch in dowsing kit.

Fortunately Peter had a half decent torch and I climbed up. The attic room was quite big, filled with cobwebs (eugh I have a heightened arachnophobic sense), dust of ages and, as Peter said, plenty of junk. O and not to forget the low beamed ceiling (ouch). Peter popped his head above the hole and decided that he would stay there because the torch only afforded light for one persons movement.

Okay, this was a new experience. Dowsing in the dark with a flaky torch and junk everywhere. Accompanied by the laughter an occasional warning shout from Peter I was able to navigate further to a point of interest. It was deep in the depths of the attic room. I asked if this area I was stood in afforded some answers? and got an excellent YES.

I looked about at the boxes and clutter and considered where to start when I got an almighty shiver running through me. It must have been physically visible because Peter called across, “Are you alright?” I was taken aback a bit but nodded. What was that? A sudden realisation of space hit me and I knew that I was stood right above the staircase! A quick look back to the hole in the attic confirmed it. I was right above the place where I had stopped on the stairs!

I asked if this was the negative energy centre? YES! Aha! Awesome! What a finding. I looked around again and this time the “junk” seemed a lot more interesting. I asked if there were any other power centres in the attic? Yes, lots. I asked if they were to do with the stuff that was up there? No. I asked if there was anything specifically to do with the negative energy up there? YES. It was a cardboard box, It seemed that spirals of negative energy were emanating from it (or the place it was).

It was difficult dowsing in that vertically confined space and I thought to lift the box and take it downstairs when I was “pushed” away from it.

THAT was scary! Nerve wracking and piss in your pants frightening. I scrambled for the exit and almost had to push Peter out of the way to get down the ladder. I walked (really fast) to the front door, Peter in tow, and walked out of it into the bright sunshine. Thank the stars for the long summer evenings.

To be continued…

Kal Malik

Hexham is an ideal location for a stopover if you want to visit Hadrian’s Wall – the vast wall built by the Roman Emperor Hadrian in the 2nd Century C.E. 

M and I decided to stay in Hexham, Tynedale, as the last stop of our North-Eastern UK tour. By this time we had come to rely upon Trip Advisor as it had been highly successful so far. For some reason we had difficulty locating a good hotel, inn or bed & breakfast in Hexham. Nothing seemed to fit right, and the ones that were highly recommended were all booked up – on a week night? When it wasn’t the school holidays? How peculiar, we thought. What’s so special about Hexham?

M had a “funny feeling” and was trying everything she could do not to stay in Hexham. My rational brain was dominant, however, and I couldn’#t see any reason why we shouldn’t stay there. It was early evening, we were tired, the town was close to the Wall, and it would have amenities. Seemed like a good choice. M insisted we try elsewhere, so I drove ten miles outside to a recommended inn, but it was full already. So, back we went, using Trip Advisor to guide us to a convenient but well-liked Hexham hotel.

I should have known. It was recommended for its “englishness” and “quaintness”. For “english” read “eccentric” and for “quaint” read “out-dated”. As we entered the hotel the proprietress appeared, almost quite literally out of thin air! Both of us felt there was something not right about the owner and the place – she kept popping up behind us unexpectedly and had a “knowing” air about her which we felt quite intimidatory.

The Haunted Hotel

We asked to see the two rooms she had available so she showed them to us. The first one was dismal! It had a four-poster bed but M wouldn’t step into the room! I walked through very quickly to be polite, but even my dull psychic senses were throbbing, and a voice in side my head was creaming “NO! Don’t stay in this room!”. We declined and went to the next one. It was lighter, brighter and felt better. We agreed to take it.

When we went to pick up our bags M came back up the stairs in a panic. Something, she said, had attached itself to her as she walked up the stairs! I immediately dowsed this and confirmed that something had indeed latched onto her. The creepiness and creakiness of the place was beginning to become a problem. I used a technique I had learned from some spirit release books, and removed the spirit energy – with the help of some spirit entities that I could call upon for such work. The piggy-backing visitor did not leave easily, but with a bit of encouragement from my side we pushed it away.

I set about putting up a protective ring of crystals to ward off any further intrusions or unwelcome visitors of the invisible kind. I hasten to add, this is not something I go around doing on a regular basis and I wasn’t very well prepared for it. I just happened to have brought some crystals that I could use, but they weren’t the ideal ones for this sort of work. We “settled in” as best we could, not unpacking too much because we knew we would be away the next morning. I looked on my phone for some restaurants that we could eat at. We found one in the row of shops just opposite the hotel, and it came well recommended so we wandered across. From that point onwards things began to get even more odd!

The Sudden Appearance

As we sat at the table the restaurant began to fill up for the evening trade. At one point I looked at the new arrivals at the table next to us – it was the creepy landlady and her husband. We politely registered that we had seen them. We had finished our meals before them and so headed back to the hotel, full of food and feeling better about the world. We used our key to get into the front door and were about to head on upstairs when who should appear right behind us? The creepy landlady. Our minds boggled – how had she managed to finish her meal and get back over here, and into the hotel by some other (longer) route, and appear next to us unseen and unheard? Now we were spooked! She said good night to us with a scary false smile, and we hurried off up the stairs to our room.

We tried to get some sleep. I could feel, as I lay on the bed, that something was trying to “get at” me – a kind of psychic probing. I could feel pressure as though something was trying to get into my head. I hoped the crystals and my intentions to create a barrier sphere of energy would be enough to withstand the assault. I seemed to work for the moment – enough for me to get to sleep. Maybe that was the worst thing I could have done, sleep? As I went into deep sleep (and my awareness switched to another dimension) then the attacks may have got worse for suddenly M was wide awake and nudging me. She could feel something “not right”. We had a fitful sleep for the rest of the night and couldn’t wait for morning.

The barrier I had constructed with the crystals was only partially successful that night. I should have tried to neutralise any incoming energy rather than to try to block it out. The crystals weren’t up to that job. as my wife was barraged all night by attempts to connect to her, and not in a pleasant informative way, but a creepy vampiric way. Something, or someone had been trying to connect to us with tendrils of thought energy.

In the morning all was pleasantness on the surface but I felt that there was a series of hidden exchanges going on between us – a kind of unspoken dialogue and I was still in a battle of wits using all my psychic strength to repel attempts to inquire about us, or to connect to us and drain us of energy. By now it could have been sleep deprivation that was making the feelings worse, but I’ve never had a night that I can remember that was quite so strange as that night in Hexham. I won’t be going back to that hotel. Ever. We couldn’t get out of there fast enough, but I nearly took the key with me and had to return it, having one more final interaction with the creepy landlady and her crooked smile.

Once out of the town we breathed a collective sigh of relief. What a strange night, and one that we never wanted to repeat!

Gwas.