Imbolc 2017 – P3 – Sing the Song of The Raven

Imbolc 2017 – P3 – Sing the Song of The Raven

In the third and final part of my Imbolc story I am making my way towards a new stone circle in the area of Penmaenmawr in North Wales. The sky is blue, and I’m excited about the possibility of seeing a new circle. In fact, as I’m walking I’m wondering why Kal and I never went to the two other stone circles in this area – we only ever went to The Druid’s Circle and the cairn circles nearby. Nevertheless I’m following the new directive – “Fresh start – New ground” to the letter. I’m on a path which I’ve never trodden before on the opposite side of a valley which I have seen many times but never walked. I walked down the hill from the impressive standing stone, being glad to have gravity aiding...

Imbolc 2017 – P2 – Fresh start and new ground

Imbolc 2017 – P2 – Fresh start and new ground

In the second Imbolc story I am heading out towards the many cairn circles which are dotted along the North Wales Path beyond the Druid’s Circle at Penmaenmawr. Although I had found one of them before, there were others farther afield which I now wanted to visit. I also had in mind that I might have time to walk thought the Tal-Y-Fan pass to visit the stone circle and cromlech on the Rowen side of the hills. I soon reached the first of the cairn circles. It was one I had visited before and was close to the main stone circle. I stood with my oak staff, wondering how best to approach. I let my intuition decide which way round I should walk, and I found that I was standing next to a stone upon which there were three lines carved deeply and clearly in parallel....

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

The Broken Beacon – P3 Winter 2016

Beacon Hill, or Caer Digoll, is accessible either from a short walk up a path used to access the nearby radio masts, or it can be reached by following Offa’s Dyke Path. We approached from the nearby road because it’s Winter and the shortest day of light in the year. It would be nice to see it in Summer though, approaching by the ancient track. Before we even arrived M had felt the pull of the place, and the sense that we were expected. “Something“, she said, “is excited about our visit.” I tuned in and felt that it was the community of elemental spirits which inhabited the hill who were excited about our imminent arrival. Nice to feel wanted, right? I felt the hill needed a spiritual fire re-lighting even before we got there....

Myllin’s Magic – P2 Winter 2016

Myllin’s Magic – P2 Winter 2016

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

Illog The Well – P1 Winter 2016

Illog The Well – P1 Winter 2016

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

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

Surrey 2 – The Deerhunter

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