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On a delightfully warm and sunny Summer’s evening the intrepid duo ventured forth into the heartlands of Northern Wales in search of inspiration. Our destination was the ancient and venerable Yew tree of Llangernyw.
The environs of Llangernyw were beginning to flourish with a beautiful display of wild flowers.
We entered the graveyard, drinking in the sounds, smells and sights of Summer as though to store them in memory for the ‘leaner times’. As we began to follow the dowsing rods I noticed that Kal was following my footsteps exactly! He was chuckling to himself as he realised that his path to the perfect spot was exactly the same as mine. How amusing! At that moment a chorus of birdsong arose from the surrounding trees – a welcoming chorus of delighted cheeps and warbles which almost drowned out any thoughts!
When Formalities Are Dropped
We both came to a halt at the same time and in the same spot. It was just inside a clump of young yew trees with fresh growth at their tips. The spot on which we were stood was lain with a carpet of damp grass cuttings, and this made me think of a time when I had stood on other grass clippings and had an encounter with the spirit of the Green Man [see this post].
There was no need for either of us to ‘cleanse’ today. For some reason we were already cleansed of outer worldly energies, and ready for work. The spot with the grass clippings was a place for us to simply tune our energies to place. It was simply about getting into the right energy state.
As we walked up the sloping path towards the grand old yew tree, following the dowsing rods to find the bets place, I felt like tree knew I was coming. Indeed, although I stopped at the perimeter of its canopy before entering, there wasn’t the usual ‘resistance’ or barrier in place. I realised that I didn’t need to ask permission to enter now. Perhaps we had become such good friends over the years? The balance of ‘power’ had shifted somehow, and was much more equal now, I felt.
I had two purposes for being here this evening:
- to see if I could help my wife get through a forthcoming exam, and
- to see if there was any work I could do to discover the Essence of the Merlin Staff
In the second (and slightly shorter) of the Beltane stories I am following a different ‘ripple’ from the initial ‘splash’ that was recounted previously. In this second part I am concentrating on the nature of a new quest that will run from Beltane to Summer Solstice.
I already knew that the previous quest – Become The Giant – had concluded in Anglesey at Lligwy Chamber (see post). Now I was keen to see what was next in store for my spiritual development. As we were close to Bodfari, on the old Pilgrim Trail from North to Mid-Wales, it seemed fitting to try to get access to a cave that we had previously only seen from a distance: St.Beuno’s Cave.
These days we are older, wiser and bolder. What would have put us off previously was no longer an obstacle, and as we descended into the valley, following a restricted path, we arrived at a house that must surely govern the access to the cave, we thought. I strode up to the door and made our presence known. It was “an inconvenient time” for obtaining the key to the cave itself, but we were allowed to walk up to the entrance. That, the dowsing rods indicated, would be enough for our purposes.
Beuno’s Cave entrance
Having permission to enter we walked carefully up the valley on the “right” side of the fence, avoiding treading on the newly-sown wild flowers, as we had been warned. The cave was up a steep side of the valley commanding wonderful views of the surrounding countryside.
We found that we both dowsed the exact same spot as the most energetic place for us to be. Sitting in a small hollow with a shallow shelf upon which to sit, we prepared for a meditation session. Silently, with only the soundtrack of the burgeoning Summer surrounding us, we drifted into connection with Nature.
In this sensitive state I began to ask my key question: what was my new quest for Beltane to Summer Solstice?
The answer took a few silent minutes to weave itself into a song that spoke inside my head:
“Find the essence of Merlin’s staff“
Merlin’s Staff? Was this referring to the oak staff that I had obtained from Sherwood Forest recently and which I was seasoning in the sunshine in order to dry it out in preparation for carving? Indeed it was. So the new oak staff is Merlin’s staff? Interesting, but not surprising.
My final question was an attempt to get more information about how such information could be obtained. How could I find the essence of the staff? An image revealed itself to me, and again once I saw it then it was obvious – I was to use the new crystal orb that I had recently bought from a highly aware lady at a Mind, Body & Spirit Fair in Bury. I needed to scry with the orb to get the information. When I chose the orb the lady had told me that it was made of “Merlinite“. Sold!
“Merlinite is a potent catalyst for shamanic journeying and past-life recall.” says Crystalpedia.
I’m sure that buying such a stone is just a coincidence at this time. I’m sure the fact that it was made of something called Merlinite was also another curious yet meaningless coincidence. A cascade of coincidences.
I was happy, I really was. Or should I say I was happy with my internal system of beliefs. Yes, there were the odd messy things such as Tarot cards and Aliens to mention two. But on the whole I could live with those bumps in my understandings.
But then, along comes the monkey with a wrench and drops it square in a place where it hurts. What is one to do with such simian reprobates?
Let’s start at the beginning or rather up until a couple of weeks ago. At that time and a significant time before then, I was happy with my understandings of Death and the smidgen of time thereafter. As this blog notes (on several occasions) I have no aversion to the notion of shades as the energetic remains of people (and animals) death.
It’s just like a physical corpse, only in this instance an energetic one. And to a large extent I am still comfortable with that notion still. But what then about our spirits? Well therein lies the rub, as the Bard would say.
My faith (note the use of the word) was that spirits where not of this world. Now, when I say of this world, I include the energetic domains, parallel universes, other dimensions etc. They (in my Faith) were just not active or accessible in this world. Now you might be asking all kinds of questions such as ghosts, mediums and feelings of a person. But frankly there are umpteen answers to each of these questions and none that require the return or presence of the departed.
Was it worth the long drive to reach the turf maze? Absolutely. If you haven’t checked out the insights that were gained there then you should. Nuff said! We were off.
It has to be said and indeed we said it many times on the Spring Equinox day. There just isn’t anything of note on the Eastern side of our Isle. There just isn’t. Maybe the druid or other sacred folk nipped over for a few days and gave the place up as a bad job or that the imminent invasions from Vikings and such folk scared them off. It is hard to say. One thing we did note is that there didn’t even seem to be any energetic features in the landscape.
Having noted that, we were at a loss. Churchyards and Wells were are only option. So we tried a few. Nothing was happening. The only thing worth mentioning in this lost period was that a particular church in the not so exciting named Grimstone an additional piece of knowledge was garnered re my Wand Quest.
I know what you’re thinking…that ‘ol chestnut…I agree with you. It is a monumental quests as such things go and I am still at the footsteps of the mountain. Still any pieces to that puzzle are like gemstones. Here I was then, in a church yard. Asking whether anything could be learned when the rods struck a YES chord.
After going through my list of things they rested on the option of Wand Quest. Brilliant! What was there to learn? I walked through the grounds of the church and found a spot that had the right kind of energies. Actually, I didn’t stand near the grave, rather it was by the church, where I could look upon the stone.
I have to say, I was a little excited. It’s not every sojourn that you get information regarding your mucho big quest. I closed my mind and let my thoughts wander and drift upon the flotsam and jetsam that forms the knowledge that I have about the Wand Quest.
Was it to do with a new ingredient? No. Was it to do with making the wand? No? Other options arose, considered and dissolved. Finally my thoughts turned to the one ingredient that I did have. Amber Oil from Egypt. Was it something to do with that? Yes. Ah…finally. What then?
I was to gift or use some of the oil, keeping the remainder for the wand. Really, I thought. So the acquiring of the material is just part of the quest. I had to also then do potentially multiple things with the items? Yes. Did I mention mucho big quest?
As always, with knowledge comes more lack of knowledge: Who or how was I to use the oil? When? Where?
No more was to be gained. The only further thing of note was the capping of the meditation/commune with the passing of a bee, right by my nose.
Kal Malik – Wand Questing
Happy April Fool’s Day. In recognition of this important day I wish to take you on a little journey – a Fool’s Journey. I want to re-enforce the importance of laughter. This year Kal got a message that would define his year’s perspective – it would be a year of laughter. He is still learning what that means, but I have an historical context for it, and that context becomes particularly salient today.
We start the journey in all seriousness.
In druid culture accounts seem to place the druid in many positions of status and recognition – law-making, dispensing justice, directing war, and advising on political matters too. It seems that druids had the ear of the ruling leaders.
“When druids were not kings, they were advisors to king, queens and chieftans…” (Philip Carr-Gomm: Druid Mysteries)
From this lofty position there was a gradual decline, helped along by our friends The Romans. The skills and wisdom that the druid class was renowned for – especially the arts of divination, the bardic arts of wit, satire and lampoon – would struggle to survive. Unless they got preserved somehow.
It was exactly 1:08 in the afternoon. I was sat with a couple of friends at a cafe when the question of, “what next?” arose. This inevitably led to a glance at the time-piece replacement that we all carry now. Our mobile devices. Which of course have several other distracting features.
In order to respond to my friends question I had glanced at my phone and seen an overdue message. In essence it was saying that I had “Maybe’d” to an invitation to a talk in a nearby town and that the talk was starting soon.
Some very quick mental calculations along with an internal – emotional – search of the Desire to Attend cupboard produced a “let it go” result and I told my friends, “nothing much, just some food and home.”
We parted company and I headed towards a food outlet. Minutes later I was in my car, sans food and heading to my rooms. Even as I drove, there was a nagging thought at the back of my mind…
“Go to the event…”
I looked again at the time, 1:25. There was no way I could make the event. It started at 2pm and the traffic going into the town would be atrocious. I arrived home and filled the fridge with food whilst considering other, more available options for the afternoon.
“Go to the event…”
The event in question was a talk about the poetry of the famous heart centered poet Rumi. Paying particular attention to the aspects that related to Sufism. Both are topics that I am interested in, hence the “maybe” response I had given to the event invite.
I would go into the synchronicities that occurred to get me to the station on time to meet up with Chris. But those go without saying these days. Suffice to say that even a seasoned veteran like me was taken by surprise.
Up until today the weather had been unsettled. A mix of sun, rain, sleet, wind and snow was not uncommon. However on this day, the sun was beaming with the promise of a beautiful and lasting change.
With blessings in our hearts we set off for an afternoon of pleasure at the Table of Bran. The drive was swift and uncomplicated and soon we arrived at the footsteps of the hill. Stopping at a place further down than our normal want meant a steeper and longer climb. Fortunately, due to the intercession of one Goddess in my life, I had had some measure of preparation (see the resonance of Caileach here).