The Nile near Aswan

We ensured the indignity of our unpractised and unbalanced mounting of the Desert Taxis didn’t go unrecorded, and then began our stomp up through the sand and rocky paths towards the remains of the monastery founded by the legendary Saint Simeon (or Simon The Tanner, as he was also known).

Who is more indignant - camel or rider?

Our guide for this short expedition was the delightful local lady “Maggi” (a shortened version of a lovely Nubian name that she knew we wouldn’t be able to pronounce, let alone retain in our tiny western brains. She was right – we couldn’t. It must be the effects of the sun?).

Sat atop the rocky ridge overlooking the Nile at Aswan the monastery initially appears to be quite compact, but as you enter the building you realise that it is split into the lower religious section consisting of a large courtyard and a small church. Up some stone steps the larger expanse of the functional elements of the complex become apparent, with areas for stabling camels, toilets, a laundry, extensive sleeping quarters and storage rooms.

After our guided tour we were left to our own devices for as long as we needed. Up here, on this deserted desert ridge we were the only visitors, and we left to explore the place at our leisure. Immediately I got my dowsing rods out and began to investigate the area for interesting subtle energyA form of energy that has so far eluded scientific definition. It is neither electric, magenetic, nor electro-magnetic, so far as our current technical equipment can measure. It does, however, exhibit many of the characteristics of magnetism and electricity in terms of its effects and properties. It may be a form of either or both of those energies that we have not yet identified. spots.

My first quest was to find whether there was any Spirit of Place at this location. There was. I asked to be taken to the spirit’s current location and the rods began to direct me to an area of the monastery that I hadn’t been to as yet. Eventually I arrived at a small room with one triangular end which had no windows. This would surely not have been a place of residence without windows? Mind you, from what we had heard St Simeon was a strange man. We heard the story of a hole in the ceiling through which Simeon had his hair held by other monks so that he wouldn’t fall asleep while reading scriptures. If his eyes drooped then the monks gave his hair a tug to keep him awake! And I thought I was dedicated to the cause!

The rods twirled around into a circle at a spot to the southern end of the room.Q. Was this SOP the spirit of St.Simeon? YES. Further inquiries began.

St Simeon lives here still

I put the rods down and began to connect to the land and sky, putting up some protection around me in case it was needed. Then I began to attune myself to the thoughts and feelings of this SOP. What came back was a fleeting glimpse of the personality of St.Simeon. He was a man with a stern countenance and a short temper. I got the impression that he frequently told others off and was not above punishing them personally for not being holy enough. Then I got an overwheming sense of his piety. He was devout to an extreme level. This came though in a feeling of a pang in my heart area. This man loved his God like most people love their life partners.

Disconnecting, I thanked the SOP for this information, then set about trying to find the most energetic spot in the complex. As I followed the rods back towards the lower portions of the complex where the religious structures were, M joined me again. What are you looking for, she enquired? I told her and she said, “I think you’ll find that the best place is inside this church.” I didn’t want to prejudice the results, so I acknowledged her feeling and then carried on following the rods. As I walked down the steps to the lower section the rods swung into the church.

The Confession Hole
As I walked through the doorway into the church I felt like I had walked into an electric fence! The jolt or energy was palpable and all the hairs on my arms stood on end. I observed this with a wry smile, and behind me I heard M say, “Can you feel that? There’s something here, for sure.” I agreed.

The rods turned to the right and weaved a path to the half-domed ceiling that was still showing the remnants of coloured stucco plaster. Our guide had explained that this was once a painting of The Virgin Mary. As I got to the point of standing underneath the painting on the ceiling, at the centre of the semi-dome then the rods turned to indicate the most powerful point in the complex. Interesting!

Domed roof from which energy emerged at St Simeons

I asked some questions about the spot. Was it male or female? Mostly female. How strong on a scale of 1-10? 7. Pretty strong, but not overwhelming. I looked down the straight line that formed the central pathway from the dome to the feature at the other end of the church that had been described to us as a confession hole. This was a hole in the wall through which confessions were heard. Was there any flow of energy from 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. down the straight path?

There was a flow of interlacing male and female energies going from the Virgin Mary apse down to the Confession Hole. At this point a curious onlooker decided to join us. The local lad was clearly amused and intrigued by my funny rod wiggling but I had little time to explain in words that he might be able to translate. I carried on regardless.

As the flow went into the room behind the confession hole I walked around into the small room. Inside I asked if the flow terminated at this spot – it did. In which case I might expect there to be some energy formation there. I dowsed to see what shape the energy was in. It formed a familiar pattern – a shape that I can only like to a pair of rounded horns except that the rounded ends of the horns are wider than the base. I had an inkling that this simple shape was not the whole picture. I asked the dowsing rods if there was anything else to be found in this shape and they said that there was. I asked to be shown this other shape and as I began to walk in ever-decreasing circles I realised that there was a male spiral inside the U-bend of the rounded horns. The following photograph shows the shape:-

Energy form in monastry of St Simeon

This was a familiar shape from my sigil dowsing in the British Isles. This was one small confirmation that earth energy is a global phenomenon whose two-dimensional forms appear to have some consistency across wide geographical areas, lands separated by oceans and only connected at a deep level. Unless, of course, I was the common factor?

That was as far as I got in the presence of this curious onlooker and M was also beginning to look like we ought to get back to our guide. I knew the cues, and so put the rods away. There were many other much more famous and interesting places left to visit, so I was sure I would find more curious phenomena in the next few days.

As we returned to our hump-backed taxis M’s camel “Jimmy” fled at the sight of us! Once retrieved we made the much more cheek-clenching descent down the rocks sandy paths back to the camel’s stable. At the reek of dung and the infestation of flies we knew it was time to perform our first camelian dismount. It wasn’t a pretty sight and must have amused the stable boys no end.

We took the short motor-launch ride back across the Nile to our cruise boat, and I began to think about the next set of temples that we would visit – Karnak, Luxor and Dendara.

Gwas.

The only question I needed to answer when faced with the gigantic step facade of the Great Pyramid was whether I wanted to pay to go inside the structure. Of course I did! I hadn’t come all this way not to take an opportunity like that. We escaped the afternoon sun and the pesky traders who swarmed like sand-flies around the pyramid’s lengthy base. As we stepped inside a frisson of excitement and awe pulsed through us and we exchanged glances – yes, we really were inside the Great Pyramid of antiquity.

We climbed the steep wooden-runged ramp with heads kept low until we reached one of the vaulted inclined chambers. There we caught our breath in the humid and close stale air before continuing another steep climb up to the King’s Chamber. Once inside we were pounced upon by a local man of overwhelming insistence who ‘guided’ us through some basic facts and figures, dragging a different lady to each point in the chamber before performing a very physical demonstration of the chamber’s position inside the pyramid’s structure, making us feel the inside of the remaining sarcophagus, and shining a torch so that we could see the vents and shafts at various points around the room. Then he flattened his hand in a gesture anticipating kind donations, Few were forthcoming, and most people escaped his avid attentions and the stifling closeness of the air as they exited the room. We lingered for a while because M could see that I wanted to check some things out. However, I didn’t do any dowsing – I just ‘felt’ around using my senses and my intuitive responses.

Why didn’t I take the opportunity to dowse in there? Did I feel anything? Were there incredible energies in that chamber? There was nothing. No feeling of any energy at all. Whatever that chamber’s previous or current purpose or activity there was none of it going on when I was there. The chamber was devoid of subtle life, only tourists. I wondered at this point whether the idea that this chamber might seal off energies from outside could be true? I tested the seals between the stones in the walls and found that I couldn’t even put my fingernail between the stones. Why would this degree of perfect fit be necessary for such a room unless it served some function? Nowhere else in my subsequent travels to temples would I find anything like this kind of perfection in the remains of temples. It certainly begs the question!

Sonic experimentation

Trying to avoid the attentions of a pesky “guide” who was angling for money off anyone lingering in the chamber I tried an experiment that came to mind. I began to hum to see what the effect was of sound made within the chamber. I was expecting an intense resonance off the sleek and tight-fitting walls but instead what I got back was a dulling of the sound, almost an absorption. It felt like I was humming slightly in my own head. My sound was not ‘bouncing off the walls’ in a ‘sonic cathedral of sound’, but instead it was being pushed away by the angles of the chamber until it almost cancelled itself out! The effect was quite disturbing, and I stopped any further humming, not knowing what to try next. The ‘guide’ became insistent upon payment for his meagre services in a most leering manner, and I decided to get M out of the small space before something untoward occurred in this special place.

As we re-emerged sweating from the humidity inside I turned my attention to some of the other tales I had heard about the pyramids.

On The Edge

As we stood outside our guide drew us to one side and we went to stand at one corner of the pyramid. This was a photo opportunity, he told us, but I had other ideas. I had heard that subtle energyA form of energy that has so far eluded scientific definition. It is neither electric, magenetic, nor electro-magnetic, so far as our current technical equipment can measure. It does, however, exhibit many of the characteristics of magnetism and electricity in terms of its effects and properties. It may be a form of either or both of those energies that we have not yet identified. from the pyramids emerged from the edges of the pyramid. Was there anything emerging from the pyramid now? I felt a slight stream of energy. Slight. I have felt more energy coming out of much smaller ancient structures. I was expecting something more obvious and which would have more of an impact. It was slight – weak – vague. This was without the dowsing rods, but I have been getting better at detecting subtle energy without the rods, so I was confident that I would be able to feel whatever energy was there.

We were driven up past the other pyramids. Past the pyramid of Khafre and then past the one dedicated to Menkaura. On the way past I tried to feel something as we passed the edges of the pyramids. Nothing, Perhaps the car was shielding the effect? After we had taken photos from a good viewing point I asked that we stop off at the Menkaura pyramid – the smallest but the easiest to get around and therefore the quickest to test the four corners for energy. I set off around the base to feel for any energy emerging at any point from the base of this pyramid.

I put my ‘detectors’ on and felt for the lines that I could easily sense in my own country, At each corner I felt a slight difference. There was a band of energy only six to ten feet wide, but it was quite weak. I asked myself to judge the strength of the line and the figure that came back was 5-6 out of 10. Not strong at all. Certainly nowhere near what I expected it to be. I dowsed to discover whether this figure was due to the time of day and the time of year, and what effect that might have on the strength. I got the following chart of strengths for the day and year combinations:-

WINTER – no energy at all during the Winter months from November to February
SPRING – very weak from March until May
SUMMER – growing in strength from May to July
AUTUMN – maximum between August and September (Lammas to Autumn Equinox)

DAWN – weak in the morning
NOON- getting stronger
SUNSET – peak at sunset
MIDNIGHT – declining during the darkness hours

So, you can see that if you wanted to work with the pyramid energies at their strongest you would need to go there at sunset in the autumn months in the Northern Hemisphere.

As for the most energetic place within the Great Pyramid, I dowsed this subsequently to be The Queen’s Chamber. The King’s Chamber also registered as being energetic, but nowhere near as strong as the Queen’s Chamber. The capstone or pyramidion, despite what some may say, has no energetic output, likewise the base or entrances. Energy may emerge from these points, but they are not the places to be in the pyramid to feel its subtle energy power.

Alignments and Astrology

The next idea I wanted to test out was whether any of the pyramids were truly aligned with any stars or planets. The answer was that the pyramids themselves were not. They are not, for example, a reflection of the Orion’s Belt constellation. I found this to be quite a disappointment, because I had been quite convinced by Robert Bauval‘s Orion Correlation Theory, and the “as above, so below” principle seemed to make sense. Yet, the dowsing rods refused to back this idea up. I asked if the pyramids were aligned with these Orion at any time in history – still the answer was ‘NO’. I then asked if they were ever aligned with the constellation of Leo – one of the other parts of the Correlation Theory. To this I got a positive response – YES, the pyramids of Giza are in some way connected or aligned to the stars in the constellation of Leo the Lion. This is the same with the Sphinx, which for a long time has been seen as a representation of the Leo/Lion symbolism.

APOLOGY: Don’t ask me how this all works out. I’m not clever enough to work it out. I don’t wish to discredit any good scientific work done by proper scholars – I’m simply reporting the divination work that I have done, paltry and meagre and dubious it may be.

The stars in the constellation of Leo (source:Wikipedia)

Of course, one man’s dowsing does not disprove a well-documented theory, but it was my finding nonetheless. However, when it came to the 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. of the various “air vents” or sloping shafts within the pyramid’s structure, these DID dowse as being aligned to the star Sirius. I don’t understand why one finding relating to the Correlation Theory would be true, but not the other, but there you have it.

Finally, there is some discussion about whether the pyramids are really the navel of the World. As John Michell has written many times in various books the pyramids are one of the places that are supposed to have been situated due to them being the centre of a geographical space, but some take this further and say that, in addition to being one of the Earth Chakras, this site is also THE centre for earth energies. It is THE Axis Mundi, supposedly. I am not convinced by my visit. I have been to many places that have no such associations and they are far more powerful in terms of earth energies. Perhaps this is something entirely geographical in nature, because I didn’t feel like any kind of centre in terms of the energetic output.

Let me tell you, folks, that it was difficult for me to appreciate this because I was here at the wrong time of the year to feel the true strength of the energies at this site. However, even allowing for this factor I have been to many many places in my search for powerful energy centres and the two places that simply do not like up to their reputations are Stonehenge and the Pyramids of Giza. These sites are quite weak energetically when I visited them. This may be due to the sheer number of tourists that visit these energy centres, but if the value of the places is measured by their subtle energy ratings, then I rate these places as totally average in my experience. I will have to return when they are at their supposed peak in order to finalize this statement.

Despite the relative weakness of the energies I experienced the Giza pyramids are an enduring monuments to the incredible abilities of human beings to construct fabulous monuments out of sheer devotion to a divine source of power. If the construction of the pyramids was done for some other purpose, such as to construct an initiation chamber with a particular ability to focus subtle energy to a point inside the construction, then I would need more time inside to experience this for myself. At the moment I am undecided on the idea that this was its function. Yet, the idea that the great Pyramid was an initiation chamber seems to fit the scant subtle energy findings and the sound dampening experience that I acquired on my first visit to these incredible structures.

Gwas.

Cairo is a hustle of overcrowded people, and a smog of battered cars ferrying them around. In between the dinted cars wary pedestrians and bored donkeys dodge through the gaps with breathtaking complacency. In this torrid environment it is difficult to know where to begin to look for sacred sites or energy centres. Luckily, on our two-day venture into the heart of this madness we had a guide who was as unfazed as he was educated. Emad, a young local man with journalistic ambitions, wove together a tapestry of sites that were in the top ten of every tourist visiting Cairo for the first time. For him, this was an easy task. For us, it was a whirlwind of back streets and chauffeured limousine rides that left us dizzy and exhausted.

I only had two ambitions for the two days. The first on my list was to confirm the stories as to whether the pyramids of Giza really are as powerful as they ought to be, considering that they are considered to be at the “navel of the world” by so many scholars of earth energy lore. The second task was to discover which of the many tourist sites we would visit would actually have strong energies – the expected places or the unexpected? As it turned out it was the unexpected. I will spare you the many details of each tourist attraction in Cairo even though the temptation is to offer you as much information as I received during my whirlwind tour. Instead I will restrict this blog post to the places that any energy-aware visitor should consider including in their itinerary.

The Coptic Church of Saints Sergius and Bacchus Church (Abu Serga)

Our first place to visit on our first morning in Cairo turned out to be the best place energetically. There is no way we would have found the small entrance to the inauspicious church of Abu Serga – a small wooden door down a few steps in one of the back streets away from the busy hustle of the main streets. The church was identified to us as the earliest Coptic Church in Cairo. Our guide, Emad, gave us a brief history of the church’s construction, showed us some of the architectural and artistic highlights, and then led us into an area that he described as the oldest part of the church where it is rumoured that the “holy family of Jesus” took refuge during their flight to Egypt from the Holy Land.

Fra Angelico's Flight Into Egypt painting

Now – I’m no Christian believer, but something was vibrant in that church, so I set about trying to find the source….

Myths and historical information aside, there was something palpable in terms of the energy of this part of the church. Both M and I noticed it upon entering the space that was behind a curtain to one side of the front of the church. Sure, there were icons and other pictures and artefacts around that space, but the energy was coming from the crypt below us. We were not invited to enter that part, and it looked sectioned off, but this was the origin point for the strong flow of energy that was emanating from underground and flowing to fill this small space like pipe smoke fills a room. As I stood at the top of the steps leading down to the crypt I could feel the strong flow of energy emerging from it. It was palpable and made my hairs stand on end!

No photographs were allowed in the church, so I can’t show you the exact spot, but I can draw the layout for you. See below:-

Layout of Coptic Church in Cairo

So, what was this energy and did it have a human origin or something else? Subsequent dowsing suggests that the origins of the energy are not anything to do with earth energy. In other words the energy is not inherent in the ground or the crypt due to some emanation or emergence of an energy arising from the earth. Did the energy originate from any humans who lived in that crypt? The rods indicated not. If it wasn’t a natural source, and it wasn’t due to anyone living there as the ‘holy family’ were supposed to have done, then did it originate from some human source subsequent to the idea of the holy family living there? Yes! I had my answer.

The energy found in this church is one of those energies that is unique to places that are sanctified for human worship – it is devotional energy. It is the energy given freely by the willpower and emotional outpourings of people who believe the idea that this holy family visited this place and stayed here. This investment of energy has created an energy that now permeates the very walls of the crypt in the Abu Serba church. How powerful our minds are, especially when we collect this energy over time!

This goes some way to convincing me that we could each do some good if we focus our intent upon the problems we see around us. A sustained collective focus might just tip the balance in our favour. If nothing else this demonstrates the principle. Perhaps we might turn our attentions to good works and harmonious relationships instead of pouring it into dead spaces and groundless mythologies?

Gwas.

As he mentioned I was eager to test out some of the supposed powers that my staff had seemingly acquired. In the event I never got to do much with the staff as other events overtook my original intentions – we must always expect to give in to the Flow of the UniverseTo join with the flow of the universe is to follow a natural progression in tune with Nature’s own direction of development. Religion has called this concept “following the divine will”, but then has proceeded to make it a law, rather than a useful option for personal and communal progress., I feel. I now go with whatever I feel is right, not with what I plan. I would get my chance to play with the staff soon enough.

My first question on the top of the hillfort was where the spirit of the place – Bran himself – could be located at this time of year. I had become accustomed to finding the spirit in one particular place, but earlier in the year I was surprised to find the location had moved to the far west end of the hilltop. On this evening the spirit was to be found in another new location – behind one of the western outer walls.

I felt I should use the crystals I had brought and so laid them out around me, holding the ‘spirit’ quartz stone to form the central point, the spoke in the wheel of the elemental cross. As I began to commune with the spirit of Bran I felt like I was able to ask him some questions. I thought about what to ask and came up with a question about the purpose of the hill as a sacred place – what made it sacred – its properties? With the question launched I sat back to receive the answer.

The view from the other side

The answer came back as a visual composite in which I saw images of various viewpoints around the hill from an aerial perspective. Then, just as I was about to ask why I was being shown this my vision was shifted into a vision of my body sat at one of these points on the edge of the hilltop. I could see the distant hillside opposite through my new perspective. Then I could feel that I was being asked to pick a point on the hilltop opposite. I opened my eyes in reality and picked what looked like a standing stone on the far hillside. I was back in the “vision body” and saw the stone on the opposite hillside through those eyes. Then an astonishing thing happened. My vision switched to the hillside opposite – exactly where the stone would be! I was looking back at myself sitting in the edge of Dinas Bran, meditating, and I could see myself sitting there with my eyes closed. I was seeing the view from the opposite side of the valley – from the point I had chosen just moments ago! This was remote viewing, I knew. And I was doing it. Bran was telling me that such a thing was possible, nay easy to do on this special hilltop.

Seeing through the eyes of Bran the Raven

Almost as soon as the question as to how this was possible was nascent in my brain it was being answered. I was being shown that wherever I sat around the hilltop I would be able to direct my attention away from the hill in a straight line and send it to any point along that line. Once it “landed” then I could view what was there. This was the concept that I was beginning to understand, and I had been given an example of how that would work already.

Vision of Bran as the Hill

I marvelled at the prospect. Imagine – being able to use the hill for remote viewing? I wondered if this was a special property of Bran himself? Again, no sooner considered than images were beginning to coalesce on the film-screen of my third eye. I sat back to enjoy the show. What I was shown was a short sequence where accompanied by a sort of narrator who gave me instructions on how to direct the sequence. The conversation went something like this:-

“Picture the whole of the hill…” said The Narrator. An image duly appeared. “This is the body of Bran.” he said. The image began to fluctuate between being a hill and being a body in an earthen-coloured tunic, much as one would imagine a mediaeval peasant to wear. The feet of Bran were stuck in the earth below the hill, I noticed. The hill had no head. No, Bran had no head! I noticed that too.

“Where is Bran’s head?” taunted The Narrator. “It is anywhere he wants it to be!” came to immediate and triumphant response. The image in my mind now included Bran’s smiling and dark-haired head, but the head was sliding around on the horizontal plane, able to move off in any direction away from the hill.

Suddenly I was seeing through Bran’s eyes and with only a moment’s thought he was seeing through mine. That was an unusual feeling! As though I was watching someone using my eyes to observe from my seated position. I understood the lesson. Having allowed Bran to see through my eyes recently, now the favour was being returned ‘three fold‘. Dinas Bran is a special place, and my relationship with the spirit of Bran has become such that I am being permitted to share the use of his legendary abilities. This is at once humbling and slightly daunting. I endeavour to remain worthy of such experiences.

Gwas.

Dinas Bran

I had arrived back from the States only two days ago and Gwas and I decided to take a trip out into the mystery (my new term for nature). Gwas had told me all about his Staff experiences. We were eager to go out and explore this (these) phenomena. Gwas picked the location and we ended up at an ancient hill fort (Don’t get excited there was no sign of the fort at all now. Just a farmers field). Personally I prefer forts that at least have a few boulders floating around. Anyway, I will let Gwas relate the actions and results of that episode. I have interesting tales to tell.

Although we had only been on the hill (fort) for about 30 minutes we were driven from further experimentation by the crowd of cows that seemed intent on spoiling our evening.

Dinas Bran

Since we had much time left over, I pointed Gwas towards the direction of Dinas Bran and there was no stopping him. Of we toddled. As you will know Dinas Bran is the place of amazing experiences for both of us and we have never been disappointed. The climb up the hill was challenging (a testimony to too many cakes). As per usual Gwas and I separated once we gained the heights. Both went our ways.

My entrance to Dinas Bran was different than usual. I wandered around the outside of the castle for a while somehow needing to connect at a deeper level with the Genius LociGenius Loci means 'spirit of the place' and refers to the geological/gaian spirit of place. It is transfixed to a place – being an embodiment of the collective intelligence of the place. of the place. After many minutes I decided on an entrance path and walked in.

Just a note. I am going to describe in detail what I did because something rather unusual happened near the end of our stay at Dinas Bran.

Hand sized Citrine Cluster

I was bit hot from the climb and took my jacket off and put it over one of the rocks. I had brought with me a hand sized citrine crystal. Which I asked the rods as to where a good place to put it would be. The rods directed me to a 6 ft high jagged part of the wall. So I stuck the crystal on there making sure that it could capture some of the final rays of the sun. I then returned to the rock where my jacket lay and meditated for a few minutes whilst taking in the sun light. Nothing of note happened during my meditation and I finished it of by requesting the rods take me to a place where I could learn something of value (of course I asked first whether there was indeed anything to learn). 

If you look at the image of Dinas Bran above, see the two window like holes? Well I was on the outside of the right one (Just to note that as I was led this way. I saw the glint of the Citrine that I had placed on the rock a few minutes earlier and made a note to myself not to forget it). The wind was really blowing a gail, fortunately I was protected by the wall behind my back. I sat in this place, not really meditating or visualising. Basically just letting my thoughts go free fall.

Moments later I was thinking about my Energy Double and how I had learned more about what it was from my Native American adventure. I wondered when I would be catching up with it again when an insight hit me. I would have to travel to a place to make that encounter happen. Curious as to where this knowledge had come from, I asked (myself?) in which direction I would have to go? The answer was immediate. In the direction you are facing. Doh! Obviously. But how far? I admit that my geography isn’t brilliant, however even I know that there isn’t much in the way of sacred sites in the direction that I was looking. Then a thought hit me. It is out side of Britain. What!?!

I grabbed my trust iPhone and examined a bigger vista. France? Italy? Turkey all felt a NO. Then my thoughts turned to Greece. Yes. Okay…although I like fantasizing this needed some dowsing behind it. So I jumped down from the rock and asked. Do I need to go to Greece to learn more about my Energy Double? Yes. What?!?

Adventure to Greece

I’ve never been to Greece before. But as I clambered back upon the rock and gazed out across the imagined distance, I felt the pull of a song. Day dreaming mixed with adventure as Gwas came out from behind a wall dowsing rods in hand. He shouted up to me “Got to find a feather” I laughed, good luck with that, the wind was howling.

About ten minutes later Gwas returned laughing, he had a feather in his hand. I watched him as he did some more work and we were done. I grabbed my coat and we both went to the rock where I had placed the Citrine. It had gone! There was still light from the setting sun but the rock was nowhere to be seen.

Remember that this was a hand sized citrine cluster not a small pebble. There was no way it could have been blown of the fragment of wall and there was no way I had mistaken the wall that I had placed it on. But nevertheless it was gone. The only other person on that hill was Gwas. So I turned to him and pressed him for an explanation. “It wasn’t me”

I believed him for three reasons. The first is that I trust him, the second is that he didn’t know I had placed the crystal on there and third, even if he had seen it, he wouldn’t have removed it. That just isn’t done, to interfere in each others work, not even in jest.

Where then is that hand-sized crystal? I have yet to come up with an explanation. It worries my rational brain no end. It is a mystery extraordinaire because a rational alternative cannot be found.

Since that time and this, Gwas and I have discussed that simple Citrine Crystal many a time. It still remains a mystery.

Kal Malik

Tarot weirdness

Something weird is happening. Over the past year several people have described me as shining. You guys know that I am not averse to a little ego expression (well perhaps a lot). But seriously, what’s with this shining one stuff? From real people to communed entities I have to deal with this in-your-face testimony to me shining with energy. One such incident occurred whilst over in the States a few weeks ago.

It was about 1 week prior to the events described in the Going Native adventure. I was passing through a festive Union Square. 14th Street (in Manhattan) when I African lady shouts me over and literally grabs me by the arm and says that she must read my cards. Being a rather astute card reader myself I thanked her for the offer but declined. She insisted so I used my final defense. “I don’t have any money”. She laughed “No, No, for you it is free” she said with the lilt of an African tongue. So, begrudgingly I sat down.

She brought out the grimiest deck of cards that I’ve ever seen. The images were so faded that it was hard to see if they had any image at all. With these she began her reading.

With a quick hand she slapped down one, two, three cards. One on top of the other. She didn’t even look at them. The final card was unrecognizable to me. “You have a message to share”. I shook my head hesitantly and she laughed. “No, no, you can’t hide from me”. I shrugged. Another 3 cards. “You are shining with this message.” Okay, not shining again! I waited for her to continue. Another 3 cards. This time I saw the middle card. It was the Hermit. Your message will shine in the world this year! And you know what? She actually poked me in the chest. “This” poke, “year” poke, “your” poke, “message” poke, “will” poke, “shine” poke. although I think I managed to avoid the final poke.

She picked up her cards and shuffled them up, “I’m done with e” and turned her back on me. What?!? I muttered a thanks to her back and walked away. The world be filled with weird folk!

Kal Malik

We got out of the car facing Silbury Hill. I pointed it out to her and waited for her opinion…. “It looks like a big heap of soil.” she stated prosaically. I looked at her dumbfounded, then regaled her with facts about its construction and its energetic powers. She looked at me unimpressed. “It looks boring.” I gave up. Let’s see if West Kennett vould do more to break through. As we walked up the long slope to the barrow there was only a slight warm breeze – good conditions considering it was usually windswept and cold, even on a summer day.

The Pyramid of Power

As we approached I stopped some twenty feet from the entrance. I knew we stood at the outskirts of the aura, the energy field that the barrow emits. To transgress the boundary without acknowledgement or respectful entry is to arrive as a tourist. The rewards of entering as a shamanic visitor are much greater. I asked for entry for us both, and waited for a response. M knows my ways now and waited with me, remarking on the huge length of the construction, which is rivalled only by Wayland’s Smithy for size.

As we entered I said to M – “Why don’t we find which is the right way for you to enter?”. “Okay, ” she said, “but I think I already know.” I got the rods out and began to request a path for her to enter the site by the most energetic path. Doing this means that you arrive at your 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. retaining as much personal subtle energyA form of energy that has so far eluded scientific definition. It is neither electric, magenetic, nor electro-magnetic, so far as our current technical equipment can measure. It does, however, exhibit many of the characteristics of magnetism and electricity in terms of its effects and properties. It may be a form of either or both of those energies that we have not yet identified. as possible. If you don’t follow such a path you risk losing energy by interacting with incompatible energy fields that interfere without personal energies. That’s how I understand it, anyway, and it’s something I’ve developed as a means of ensuring I arrive at the most energetic spot with the maximum energy of my own before doing any work.

I walked through the ‘entrance’ – a spot near to the side of the stone portal, and then the rods took me along the side of the earth mound for about fifteen feet before taking me up a thin path to the top of the mound. From there I was led back to the front of the mound where the rods circled some ten feet back from the skylight in the top of the barrow. Something wasn’t right, though. This wasn’t the “final destination”. It felt like there was somewhere else to go. M walked up to me and confirmed that the path I had taken was the one she was thinking of following herself! OK – but what about this “end point” that didn’t feel like then end? She said that she felt herself that her power centre was actually more to one side of the mound, some six feet away from where I was standing. I dowsed to see whether there was any connection between my finding and the one that M believed was her proper power centre. They were indeed linked. I asked if this energy path linked with anything else? It did – a third and final power centre. So, M had three power centres all linked in a triangular formation on top of the barrow. As a strange coincidence my power centre was in the middle of her triangle of power centres. Mmmm…something to be investigated at some further time.

Tears From Heaven

Then a really strange thing happened. One of those moments where you don’t really believe it’s happening.

We had both been standing in our respective power centres until we felt ready to enter the barrow. We stood in the countyard or parch area as I took some photographs, as I usually do. At that moment M exclaimed surprise and I turned around to see what she was shouting about. She held her hand towards me and said, “There is water running down the side of my nose!”. I went to stand next to her and see if this was true. Her hand was wet and there was a streak of water that ran from her forehead down the side of her nose. While I was looking at her the flow of water continued to drip from her nose, and she looked like she needed a tissue to wipe her nose, but it was definitely water.

M finds water trickling down her face

We both looked up to check if there was a cloud above us. No – clear skies and the occasional white and grey cloud high up, but passing quickly. She looked really shocked and puzzled.

This continued for another thirty seconds of so and then stopped. All the time I was next to her and could see that her hair was dry, blowing in the strong wind, and that there weren’t any rain clouds near by. Yes, there were some clouds with dark patches in them scudding by in the general vicinity, but if they were dropping water on her for half a minute then they would have had to stand still in the sky for that time, and why didn’t I get splattered too, when I was stood right next to her? She didn’t get any drops of water anywhere else on her – her coat was dry. But these “tears” just ran down her nose as though from her eyes, but actually from her forehead. It was very very odd to witness it. You wouldn’t have believed this if you hadn’t been there!

I reckon it was the tears of the site guardian. Perhaps there was some message in this act, but it has yet to be realised, and now seems like the association would be too stretched if we attached it to any event. It therefore remains one of those mysterious signs to which we cannot ascribe any meaning, but which we will tell as a strange tale of an unusual happening at a sacred site.

Gwas.

A vanishing act

Multiple Shots

Jenni was sitting 15 feet away from me and had just told me that she was going to vanish. And then two things happened at the same time. As I watched her she stood in one fluid motion and just as she reached a full standing position she stepped off to the right. But the strange thing was that she moved in jerks. It was like taking snapshots of here every millisecond. In the space of a couple of seconds I saw about 7-10 snaps of her and she had only gone about 5 feet from her sitting position when the second thing happened.

I wretched. Doubling over and leaning forward I threw up again and again. Eugh! Now I am not knew to throwing up having been to university (alcohol + pizza’s) had given me a few of those experiences but this was different (now that I recall it) It was as if a hand had shoved itself down my throat to the bottom of my stomach, grabbed what was in there and pulled it out.

By the time I had recovered, Jenni was nowhere to be seen and her two friends had moved a few more feet away from me. Fortunately because of the way I was sat I didn’t get anything on me (was this why she had said sit in a kneeling position? I hadn’t asked).

I described my experience of Jenni (seeming to) vanish to Tom and he replied that it was because I was too stiff in my beliefs. Really? I’m like Alice and can believe seven impossible things before breakfast. He laughed, Why were you sick then?

Tom told me that saying you believe in something is worthless. Acting and experiencing is what counts.That is what shifts the world.

I asked him where Jenni was. She is gone. But where? He shrugged. Gone. Again, I explained how I had seen her rise and seemingly walk away. That’s not what happened he said.

What you saw and what happened were different. I was non-plussed at this statement. You mean to say that I have to believe in her being able to vanish to see her vanishing. Yes, he said and pointed at me, but you experienced her vanishing. He laughed as he gestured at my stomach and drew a line to my mouth.

My further questions were turned away by the answer that Jenni would explain it tomorrow. I walked away from the beach with careful steps. My stomach was still feeling crumbly (although nothing further happened).

Explanations

Later that evening I asked the dowsing rods whether Jenni had indeed vanished. The answer was Yes. You might ask, why I didn’t ask on the beach. Because…

At one point during our conversation I, quite innocently, drew out my rods to confirm some point and all three of them watched in amazement and laughed so loud that I embarrassingly put them away. Although they insisted that I should carry on, my embarrassment was too great.

We all met the next day and Jenni was smiling brightly as she shook my hand. She had a strong grip. “What did you think of my disappearing?” She asked. Very impressive, I said a bit sarcastically.

She laughed, they all did. She explained. “You didn’t see because you didn’t believe.” I argued that I did believe but she said, “if you had, you would have seen me vanish.”

It was the same point that Tom and Sam had made the day before. I had no place to go from my side of the argument. At one point Jenni said that there was a way in which I could see it. How? “You would have to enter an altered state.” She said.

Gwas laughed his head off when I was relating to him these tales. From day one (Oh about 20 years ago) Gwas had a point that I had to experience some form of drug induced state, so that I could appreciate its place in other worldly experiences. Since that time I have steadfastly refused for several reasons.

Drugs? She didn’t shy away from it. “If that’s what you want to call it.” She said that my view of the world had to be broken, experimentally broken.

I have to say that through our conversations one of the things I took away is that saying one believes means practically nothing. From their perspectives it was all about experience.

The quickest way to experientially break someone was to use a form of hallucinogenic. “Though of course,” Jenni said, “It isn’t really a hallucination inducing drug.” I said I would think about it and let her know tomorrow (since we had already determined that we would meet for 3 days).

So we talked and shared some more…

What is the Energy Double?

Over the last year and half I have pursued a thread of exploration which I called the Energy Double. My assumption was that the Energy Double was something that a person could produce and let explore the world and beyond. Here is a link to the posts that mention this entity.

During my conversations with Tom, Sam and Jenni I learned that the Energy Double isn’t a double at all. The conversation began when I told them about my experiences with my Energy Double. After I had described a few of them, Jenni asked what my conclusion was about this thing.

For me the energy double is something that:

• You create a double when you start working with energies.
• Has a life of its own and is sometimes within a person and often times without. Although it is difficult to tell whether it is inside one.
• It is immensely powerful and can travel across the globe and beyond (Jupiter for instance)
• It is very child like. In fact it could be considered to be a child.

You are right in almost all of these Jenni told me. The exception is this. You don’t create the energy double when you start working with energies. It is always there.

She then revealed a startling truth. The energy double isn’t really a double at all. It is your true self. Or more accurately it is more you than the you that is sat here. Their idea was that the energy double is in fact your energy and that the person that we represent or rather present to the world was a shallow creation.

This creation almost completely takes over the running of our life so much so that our true energetic self gains no experience of living (in a social world) at all. It deals with the world on an energetic level. To us, the energetic dealing looks to be childish.

I am going to quite honest with you readers, I had lost the reason behind this discussion and even now I am trying to put what she meant together. It was so far beyond my knowledge that I was nodding my head during the explanation but was in reality lost.

Still, I hope to bring you more on this topic as time goes by since as far as those Natives go. They said that the main objective of one who is travelling a path destined for magic is to bring the distance between the energy double and the social face as close as possible. Indeed for one to merge with the other.

Onto another matter that came up.

Perception of reality.

I have read many books on Native American beliefs and one that has left a deep impression on both Gwas and I are the works of Carlos Castaneda. So it was inevitable that he came up in the conversation at some point. I ask them how much their beliefs and experiences where in line with Castaneda’s.

One place where they differed was concerning perception. According to Jenni. Reality was a vibration. Perception of reality is based on our 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. with reality. This wasn’t new to me and probably isn’t new to you either. However what she said is that what we can do is shift ours perception vibration. The weird thing she added was that when we shift our perception we shift too.

Strange right? The world you see is the world you are in.

And we were back on to her vanishing. What she said was that she had shifted her perception and thus hadn’t so much moved physically but rather vibrationally. And what does an observer see?

I had to laugh at myself as this is what Castaneda was always asking his teacher, Don Juan.

Jenni however laughed, the observer becomes sick. We all laughed. Her answer was that perception compensated for it. You believe what you see and what you see is what you believe.

Hmmm sounds like Yoda. If this is confusing you. Don’t worry. So was I. But I guess I wanted to get my initial thoughts down and later on I can assimilate it (I hope).

We were near the end of our meeting when Jenni asked me a curious question. Is there a habit that you want to get rid of? What? A habit, like something you wanted to quit? A new years resolution that didn’t work?

Hmmm I thought about it for a moment. Coffee. I have wanted to quit for a while with no joy. Had a few goes but never lasted more than a couple of days.

I can sort that out for you, if you like? Okayyy.

See you at part 4

Kal Malik

I was sat outside the event venue on a patch of grass, just relaxing, when a fella came up to me and said, “you are shining so bright”.

Really? I thought, I wasn’t doing anything in particular. No visualizations, no energy work that I could speak of and yet here I was, apparently shining. I smiled up at the guy and we got into conversation.

His name was Sam and he was at the conference along with a couple of his friends. Sam is a Native American, who along with his friends had successfully merged ancient heritage with a modern life. The next (and final) day of the event I met with his other two friends Tom and Jenni.

Because of the event our chats were curtailed but they had impressed upon me that they were workers of energy and that much profit could be gained from our connection. To be honest I was amazed by their stories and professed accomplishments. Were they genuine or just filled with the bravado. More was revealed over the three days we spent together.

Meeting the trio

Of the three Jenni was the on who did most of the talking. She was a striking lady to be sure. Her features had a hint of Mexican about them (or South American anyway). Although they didn’t say at any time over the 3 days, I am sure that Jenni was the leader and the more proficient in Energy work and when I say energy work I really mean it. These three were so far ahead of what Gwas and I do that it felt like I was in kinder garden school.

Having said that however they were as interested in my stories as I was in their knowledge. And that is in an interesting distinction to make. From me they would ask for stories of my energy experiences. They however didn’t relate a single story (as far as I can remember). They did however impart plenty of knowledge.

Exchanging stories for Knowledge

In terms of discussion it is interesting to relate what particular stories of mine they seemed more keen on. For example they were fascinated by my Caileach experiences, in particular how I had refused her teachings to begin with in Ireland a couple of years ago. After I had told them this, and how I had been tricked back into her tutelage, they eagerly spoke to one another in what I am guessing was some southern american tongue. When I asked they just laughed it away and asked me more questions about my adventures.

Another thing I found funny was that they weren’t the slightest bit interested in Gwas’s experiences that I (on a few occasions) tried to relate. At one point, (Tom I think) said that Gwas isn’t here you are.

Other adventures that they drew out of me were concerning my experiences with the Ancient Yew tree. In particular the episode where I had tried to cross the boundary of life and death.

On their part they (I say they, but as mentioned Jenni was the talker) corrected, explained and expanded on my knowledge and added a couple of amazing experiences. I will relate them in the coming posts.

A optional Pact

On that first meeting with all three there came a time about 3 hours in to our discussions when Jenni turned with a questioning eye to her two friends. Who both nodded. Then she turned to me and said “We have a request.”

Her tone of voice had changed and in honesty I got a bit scared, not because her voice was scary but I just suddenly got a feeling that I didn’t know these three at all. It was a truly spooky feeling.

I asked what the request was, and she replied that, “It will only be a request, you can decline if you want to.” I asked again what it was and she said, “I only want to mention that we will make a request of you and that you can refuse.” She smiled, “But know this that we share our knowledge with you in the hopes that you will accept our request.”

Talk about mysterious. I had everything from secret initiations to drug trafficking in mind. I had had enough. There are some rabbit holes that I wont jump down, no matter how enticing. I was about to say as much when Jenni smiled and asked me, “would you like to see me vanish?”

Jenni Vanishing

What the flock? Vanishing? What? I exclaimed. We were sat on the beach and had been there for some hours. The sun was still quite high (maybe 5pm) and there was a warm breeze.

“Vanish?” I exclaimed again. “Yes,” Jenni replied.

“You can vanish?” I am certain I had raised my eyebrow ala Spock style. “Yes,” she replied. “Would you like to see?”

Guys, my expression must have been the most cynical ever worn when I said to her, Yes, go ahead, vanish.

She looked at me accusingly and told me to sit on my knees, I had been cross-legged. Then she moved some 15 feet away from me and sat down. Her friends where both sat to the left of me.

“Watch.” She said and I did, trying not to blink. Then two things happened at the same time.

Kal Malik

ps – stay tuned for part-3

Evil

An Energetic Awareness of some kind was discovered in the house. Fair enough and nothing unusual in our world, however this one cropped up in the sowsing sensor as EVIL. What was that about? Why evil? What does it mean? Why not negative energy? Or even bad energy?

A lion attacking and killing a child couldn’t really considered to be Evil because it’s just following its nature. There are many entities out there that feed on emotional energy, some feed on good emotional energy (like love) and some on bad ones. Even considering that they might cause this type of energy to be generated from the people/environment, like farmers rearing animals.

Angels and Demons is a perspective that I have toyed with over the years. Angels being entities that feed on good emotions and Demons being ones that feed of bad. This isn’t a slant on actual angels (if they exist) but rather defining an entity to some extent. Perhaps Vegetarian and Carnivore would be less provocative?

I did some post event dowsing on this matter and found the following result. It came up as evil because it was (intelligently) aware that it was causing damage to Peter and to the Mother and Daughter of the house. Further dowsing revealed that although other (lesser?) entities might feed of emotions and sometimes cause them, they were doing so instinctively.

Many moons ago I used to observe an exorcist at work. Trust me when I say the truth is scarier than the fiction. Anyway, I learned a thing or two about protection from him and so on learning that this beastie was intelligent, before leaving Peter’s house I did some warding on him and myself.

 Although we were in no danger of being possessed I was in danger of being followed and plagued by this beast. And frankly, no thanks!

GWAS: I think this brings us neatly to a philosophical distinction of what EVIL is. To my way of thinking you have it in a nutshell. Evil is the intended harm of another entity for personal gain, and with little or no thought for the consequences of the other. You do right to bring into the equation a judgement of ‘necessity’. Lions need to eat, so they intentionally do harm to another entity without thought of the consequences, but this is done out of necessity. They don’t waste energy on killing for sport or for the pleasure it may bring. When we see harm being caused we bring a judgement of the necessity of that act. In the case of energetic vampirism or psychic attacks we are somewhat handicapped in terms of our senses in that realm and so may find it even more difficult to evaluate the necessity of such an act, however self-preservation requires that we treat such attacks as ‘hostile’ and as part of that process we inevitably, for our own motivation, label such acts as evil. When we get attacked we see the attacker as “ill intentioned” and this equates with the shorthand concept of evil for the person being attacked. What we must remember, though, is that such judgements are relative to ourselves. We are only ever judging the “evil” act from our own perspective, even if we project into the place of another out of sympathy.

Focus

Where focus goes energy flows is an adage that I have come across before but in this experience there was an interesting twist in that I was warned off focusing on (or probing) the thing as it would become aware of it and use it against me.

Post event dowsing confirmed that it would have indeed become aware of me. It seems that focusing causes a bridge to be created between the two, one that an energy sensitive can detect and use. (Dowsing tells me that) This beastie was very energy sensitive, almost akin to our sight. Also I found that it could have sent negative emanations along the ‘focus’ bridge at me.

Actually now that I write about this I recall one of my first ever weird house dowses when I learned that someone had cast a spell (take it as you believe it) on a house and the occupant. At that time I speculated as to whether I could detect who had done it. The answer was yes, but that he/she would know that I had found out. A quick dowse confirmed that I was not knowledgeable enough (at that time) to be able to deal with that person.

GWAS: Focus or intent? Or does one focus one’s intent? Is focus the direction and intent the motivation by which, or source from which, the energy is projected towards the focal point? One may focus on something but unless one intends something, then nothing will result from that, as there is no transfer of energy without intent.

Catalyst

Another person had to be in the house too, kind of like a catalyst, for the energy transfer  to take place. I think this is a really important find. Worth exploring later.

Mother and Daughter

I am often wary of dowsing for answers that are (or will be) untestable. However one reader of these tales (Sundaemon) posed an interesting question/thought.

• Did burning the diaries of the daughter have any effect on either or both the mum and daughter?

It is an interesting question and since my immediate concern was the welfare of the current house owner I didn’t pay this angle much attention. As I pondered this, another thought occurred to me. Could or would the beastie find the mother or daughter again and latch onto their new home (wherever this would be)?

Dowsing for both of these questions revealed the following:

• Yes, the daughter would be positively affected by the burning of the diaries (at a level of 4 out of 10, but I dont know what this scale means).
• No, the mother was unaffected by the diaries being burned.
• No, the Critter couldn’t trace back to the family again.

Final note for the moment

I was contacted by Peter a few days later and he reported that no nightmares had been experienced and that after having extensively read through the daughters diaries he wanted to locate them and get in touch. In honesty I didn’t know what to think of this and didn’t bother to have an opinion. However I did let him know that I was interested in what he might find.

Kal Malik