Four Knocks: A cat that isn’t p10 Solstice 2015

Four Knocks: A cat that isn’t p10 Solstice 2015

Mystic, a definition: Someone who sees more than others. If you look up the definition of Mystic you get… Which is an utterly rubbish definition of such a word. I prefer this, “Mystic: Someone who travels the realms of the Mysterious creating Magic along the way.” How does that sound? Much better! Anyway, my point of mentioning this is that on a recent (Summer Solstice 2015) visit to a sacred place called Four Knocks I encountered a cat. Now you might think, “so what” and you would be right, but I felt that this cat, like Crookshanks (Harry Potter #3) was no ordinary cat… Chris and I walked along the gravel path towards the sacred place known as Four Knocks. We were meeting some friends there and we were early. As we approached...

Dragon Master of Knowth – Summer 2015 – P2

Dragon Master of Knowth – Summer 2015 – P2

It’s only rarely that I go to a sacred site and find that I am there to offer someone else advice, rather than learn something myself. Knowth, one of the treasures of the Boyne Valley complex in Ireland, offered me both opportunities on my last visit. On this visit I would hear a dire warning for Kal, and also encounter the spirit offering that warning, learning something new about dragon energies in the process. Go grab some refreshments and light snacks – this one’s a long one! We skipped Newgrange. Although we had tickets to see both sites, we really wanted to start with Knowth. After our productive last visit this was where we wanted to spend our first afternoon, and then move to Dowth just a mile or so away. We arrived and immediately asked...

Solving car trouble the energetic way

For the last five years I’ve driven a silver Honda Accord. I loved that car. It has taken me all over the country and never failed in its job of providing comfort, security, safety and transport. Alas a couple of weeks ago someone slammed into the door and caused enough damage for it to written off by the insurers. Prologue… I had just driven home from spending the night at a friends. we had talked late into the night and I was, as they say, dog tired. As I got to my rooms my thoughts were on a long resting sleep (it was Saturday) However a friends text caught my attention and I replied that I would meet him in 30 minutes for a catch-up and coffee. “Why did I do that?” I asked myself as I got changed and attempted to freshen up. I picked...

A higher self comes knocking…

This life (as opposed to any other life) is stranger than strange and this comes from a guy who has seen and experience much weirdness. The other day I was sat with a dear lady when a voice from the ether enters my mind. “You can share your aura” What? Who? Where? Were the questions that entered my mind. Now you have to have realised by now that I can recognise an external voice when it enters my mind. Particularly when said voice says something mysteriously odd. My dear friend and I were watching some film or other when this voice had interrupted me so it wasn’t like I was thinking about auras and sharing. However before I could formulate a question, the voice came again… “You can share your aura” Another thing that I have to...

Energy in the Tombs – Egypt 12

Energy in the Tombs – Egypt 12

In true Indian Jones style here is a lost post from my visit to Egypt at the end of 2014. As you can see it is enumerated as 12 thus you can go to this link to see all of my other escapades from that adventure. The Valley of the Kings has an awesome title but as far as the external view goes…it’s a valley. Behind the walls of the valley however are numerous tombs to the afore-mentioned kings. Having visited the place, for me at least, it was nothing to write home about. The tombs are pretty much the same (of course I have a rather coarse view, I’m sure an Egyptologist would shoot me down). The authorities have wonderful rules over there, like no photographs, no note taking, no phones even. And since yours truly visited, no dowsing (see above...

Dark workers at large

It was a sunny Sunday morning, in a peaceful suburb of Manchester when darkness loomed. Sounds like the opening of a Agatha Christie ‘Miss Marple’ novel doesn’t it? Sadly, as with her stories, the tale gets dark pretty soon. I was with a friend, at a laundry, just passing the time, you know. When I noticed a couple of Asian gentlemen passed by the window. I don’t know why they caught my attention, but they did. They had looked in and seen me too, but had carried on. Then, a few seconds later they reappeared and walked into the laundry. Innocent enough so far – maybe they were lost and needed direction? They approached me and opened up a conversation. apparently they were holy pilgrims looking to raise money for some place of prayer...