Last year I visited Carnac – a field of rows of standing stones, organised to march across the landscape like so many charging soldiers. I had the temerity to dowse the idea that Carnac was an energy generator. At the time my post attracted a scathing comments to the effect that I had no evidence for this, and that it was a groundless, nay stupid suggestion to make, and especially to make public.

The beautiful engine

I was reading the “Seed of Knowledge…” book and came across this statement:-

“When dawn brings a change in magnetic field strength, it actually generates weak DC currents in the ground. Like all electric currents, these telluric currents travel better in some media than others. Ground with lots of metal or water within it conducts these natural, daily currents particularly well. Drier or less metallic ground conducts it less well. When these two types of land intersect, we have what geologists call a conductivity discontinuity, and interesting things happen there. The ground current hitting this boundary has a tendency to either reinforce or weaken those daily magnetic fluctuations – sometimes by several hundred percent. This change in magnetic field strength in turn generates more electric current. So conductivity discontinuities are ‘happening places’. Their magnetic fluctuations and ground currents are much higher than in surrounding areas.” pp.10 Burke/Halberg

This statement made me think in two ways. Firstly, it reminded me that when I speak of “telluric currents” I ought to be very careful to define what I mean because clearly it most accurately refers to electrical energy in the ground. Secondly, it reminded me that my intuitive and dowsed responses, whether expressed in relative ignorance or not, frequently end up being defined much better by other researchers. I am so grateful that someone knows the science of the matter, because for me it was something that came to mind and which dowsing confirmed, but often one feels quite isolated by such a response, having nothing to base the result upon. Now, finally, I can make the argument for my findings with some new-found understanding.

In response to anyone who does not consider Carnac to have the function of being an energy engine, I now have TWO good arguments for why it is.

Gwas.

I had received a head start in this respect when I visited The Cheesewring in Cornwall recently. There I had learned that my head was equated to the position of Air, and my feet were the position for Earth. I was less certain about the East – which I felt might be my right hand and equated with Fire, because it was warm despite the wind. My left hand was wet with the driving rain that day on Bodmin Moor and I equated that with Water.

As I am currently undergoing a period of “making magic manifest” this was becoming a problem. I needed to work out what the correct positions should be. It happened one evening as I sat on top of a local sacred hill, looking out over the surrounding countryside in several directions. I was in a meditative state and began to pose the question – what are the correct elements positions for me to fill my cross? Slowly I was lifted up above the land to have a bird’s eye view of the nation – just like using Google Earth.

The Aristotelian Elemental perspective

I looked North and saw the tall mountains of the highlands of Scotland. Over the top of these mountains and through their valleys roared an icy cold North wind. As it streamed towards me I felt its rushing power and knew that North was Air.

Behind me the land settled into a large mass without mountains – the Midlands, the southern counties, the South West – a vast expanse of earth. I realised that this large land mass represented the Earth element in the South.

Living on an island I wondered which side of the land would be representative of Water. Of course, given that I live near to the western coast my vision panned over to the west coast and I knew that the West was Water.

This left the East. Would the vision reveal the traditional sign for Fire in the East? Indeed it did – the Sun rose into my view and I knew that the East was Fire.

Interestingly, I found that this particular arrangement was the same as that posited by Aristotle. Who would have thought it? On a more personal level I realised that this actually matches the geography of where I spend most of my time – my home. For me the big mountains and strong winds are in the north. The sun rises in the east. The most extensive land mass is to the south, and the sea is close by to the west.

This seems to hold true irrespective of where I am – it seems like my elemental cross is effective wherever I am from now on. It has been set by where my own home power centre is – the one that I created for myself. This, it would seem, defines where I am based, and where my elements position themselves around me most comfortably

Gwas.

When I ask the powers that be (the ones that reveal knowledge previously lost or hidden from me through the medium of my dowsing rods) I can often begin down a road whose destination is so far over the horizon, and along so many potential paths, that I initially believe I can never reach the end in my lifetime. Then The Other places helpful signposts along the way, and coupled with my intuition and reason I begin to unveil some of the mystery and begin to walk the paths with more confidence. One such path presented to me was the mystery of The Lunar Eleven. In the following series  of posts I will be discussing my current theory that the numbers Five, Seven and Eleven share a mystical resonance, and that this resonance has particular usefulness for those of us who have identified ourselves as having a “lunar alignment”, i.e. those of us who feel related to or spiritually guided by the powers of The Moon.

However, to get to The Eleven I first had to go through two other numbers – The Five and The Seven. Whilst following my spiritual path I came across a directive that asked me to consider the meaning of The Five and The Seven. I took this to mean that the two numbers had some form of relationship and that one I found the nature of this relationship then I would know what to do : something would make itself known to me that involved five and seven. That was true, I did manage to find the relationship, but as with so many of these riddles one question led to another. No sooner had I discovered the meaning of The Five and The Seven than the next riddle was offered to me to solve – what was The Eleven to me?

The first thing you will notice is that I have turned those numbers into proper nouns. They were clearly identified to me as representing all possible forms of their real numerical values, yet the implication in the riddle was that the numbers would mean something in particular for me, and that I had to find out what that was. Here in this series of three posts I will try to explain what each of those numbers meant to me, and to hopefully inform you of some interesting tidbits of knowledge about those numbers along the way. Don’t worry – this is not a mathematical treatise! I began this journey into these numbers knowing only the most basic of mathematical knowledge, and I haven’t needed to move far from there to find my answers, and I don’t believe you will need to either.

In the first of the posts I will deal with The Five.

The Number Five

From the shape of leaves and petals, to the internal form of fruit, to the proportions of the human skeleton, Nature is defined by the form of five. There is a relationship between the form of five and the number twelve because twelve pentagons put together will form a dodecahedron – a twelve-sided shape which is supposed to be the inherent form of the earth’s geometry.

Human Pentagram

If a five-pointed star is drawn by lines then the form contains a pentagon at its core. If the points of that pentagon are joined then another five-pointed star shape is drawn. This regression can go on infinitely, and so five-sided shapes contain the concept of fractal geometry – the repetition of self-similarity within an infinitely regressing design. It is said that the Pentad – the five – underlies the form of the spiral via the Fibonacci sequence. The Fibonacci series is created by zero and one (nothing and everything) adding to itself successively. For example, 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, etc… The series is a self-accumulating sequence that grows from within itself and it takes nothing from outside the sequence in order to grow. Growth is the essence to the Pentad’s principle of regeneration – self-replicating growth – which begins from nothing and becomes all.

Interesting, but not where we’re heading right now. Let’s get back to how we use the number five. Mankind has developed systems involving the number five. Specifically I am thinking of the Chinese five elements, but five also relates to the druidic system of elements too: air, fire, water, earth and the fifth element of aether.

The Fifth Element

When we think of The Elements as discussed in traditions such as druidry we think of the four elements that we usually assign to the cardinal points, particularly as described in Wiccan ritual. My five is the druidic elements slightly altered: water, fire, air, earth and wood. The wood comes from my staff, which I take with me to sites and which stands with me in power centres – it has a central role. I have the co-operation of four other etheric spirits – one for air, water, earth and fire.

The fifth element that I associate with wood, wood being the physical representation of that element, is aether. Aether is essentially synonymous with spirit in the sense of “essence”. I differentiate essence from other  manifestations of spirit, such as death energy, energetic shroud, apparition, earth light, UFO, poltergeist, or any host of other names for spirit. When I say spirit I mean the essence of an energy form that contains a sentience, and awareness, an intelligence. Jaq D Hawkins defines it as the medium through which sentience is permeated, a kind of spiritual dark matter. I mean it as a discretely identifiable sentience, often which can be identified by a name. Classically these may have been thought of as the pantheon of spirit energies from gods and goddesses reigning over a civilisation, down through to lowly nature spirits watching over the growth of a small cluster of plants.

As an interesting aside I had an encounter with the force of the aether spirit in such a small way the other day, but which made such a direct choice in my life. I was simply looking for the next book to read that would help me on my way down The Path. I closed my eyes in front of four long shelves of books and asked my spirit guide Theodora to guide me hand to the book that was most useful for me next. My fingers came into contact with a book and I lifted it out off the shelf without looking. I opened my eyes, “The Spirits of Aether” by Jaq D.Hawkins. The one in the series that I hadn’t fully finished reading. Clearly, now was the time!

Everybody say "MOOlti-pass"

“The Fifth Element” is also a futuristic sci-fi romp starring Bruce Willis and Milla Jovovich, and happens to be one of my favourite films. It’s the only film I’ve watched more than three times, and I never get tired of it. Ideally, I suppose, I should watch it FIVE times.

The Geometry of Five

Five petals like five fingers

The geometry of five became important to me in a series of revelations that formed a connected pattern over the space of a few months in 2009. Firstly I was shown Venus in the night sky, and traced a sigil that I then associated with that planet. [see post]. Then I visited Moel-Ty-Uchaf and discovered that the circle was aligned to Venus, and that it drew its power from that planet’s influence. [see post]. Finally, I read about the orbit of Venus and how it forms a five-pointed star as it moves around in the night sky relative to the Earth. Finally, I dowsed that Moel-Ty-Uchaf stone circle is based upon the sacred geometry of the number five and the pentagon. Together, this information showed me the importance of Venus and the sacred geometry of the number five.

Five is the “number of life”, so-called because it is the form through which Nature expresses the life force. Much growth in Nature is performed through the five shape – the pentagon, the pentagram, and it is the number associated with making the life force transform into magical force – through the pentacle.

When it comes to my own work with Nature, five is number of external power shaping my consciousness, and assisting me in my weaving of the elemental forces into natural magickal form. The five powers that I employ – air, earth, water, fire and aether or spirit are the natural powers of Nature that I align myself with, and ally myself to, and the ones with which I have the most empathy, sympathy and resonance.

The Fifth Chakra

The fifth chakra is the Throat Chakra (not the Solar Plexus, as previously published in error). During my work with chakras I had to do a lot of work using my fifth chakra. Traditionally, this chakra is associated with communication:

“The Throat chakra would seem to rule the faculty of speech, being midway between the heart and the tongue.  It is also associated with clairaudience (hearing spiritual voices), and with hearing sounds, words, and music, and with taste, smell.  Another function associated with this chakra is taking in and assimilating of physical and emotional nourishment.  On the gross level this manifests as sensuous desire and enjoyment for food.  This chakra could be associated with the astrological sign of Taurus, which in current astrology is said to ruled by the planet Venus.

In Tibetan Buddhism, this chakra is associated with the dream state of consciousness.  Both Tibetans and Taoists use this chakra to access the dream state and develop the faculty of lucid dreaming.” (source: Kheper.net)

C.W.Leadbeater talks about the five channels of the chakra energy entering the human body. These five energies then get channeled to the seven chakra points in the body (possibly more in some systems). For me, there seemed to be a transition from learning about five into learning about the relationship between five and seven.

That seems like a natural segway into investigating the number seven in the next post.

Gwas.

In the final post of our Cornwall visit I have reserved the best tale until last. Tintagel was supposed to be simply a passing visit to an historic site, but as usual mystical things began to happen once the dowsing rods had pointed the way.

Tintagel is renowned as a site associated with the legend of King Arthur, although signs dotted around the castle grounds do readily admit that there is little actual evidence for either the existence of Arthur himself, or his relationship with the castle. Yet, this has not stopped the small town of Tintagel from attaching the Arthur and Merlin names to almost every shop, pub, hotel and entertainment venue in sight. I made a reluctant Kal take my picture next to a life-sized plastic Merlin. Oh, the shame on both sides!

The rain that had been tumbling all day had slightly relented, but louring skies heralded more soon. Yet, our enthusiasm was not dampened. I, in particular, was quite excited about the prospect of testing Tintagel Castle for the presence of Arthur and Merlin – whether that be an historical remnant or simply the hint of association. We avoided the Land Rover offering an expensive ride down the steep hill to the castle, and we joyously let our legs find their own speed down the hill, noticing a sign to a church on the way down. We paid our dues and then the rain came down, just as we were about to make the precarious crossing of the wooden bridge between the mainland and the steep cliff-lined island that formed the formidable fortifications of the castle.

As the seas crashed below us and the rain lashed our already damp clothing we climbed the steep slippery steps to stand with the stunning sight of huge caves, high headland and strange islets as we stood looking out over the edge of Cornwall. We stood on a promontory looking at Merlin’s Cave when the thought struck me – was there anything I could do to find out whether this stuff about Merlin and Arthur was actually true? Was there anything I could do – I was supposed to be a dowser! Of course there was something I could do!

The Spirit of Merlin and the Shade of Arthur

I got my dowsing rods at the ready and began to consider what I was going to ask about, but as soon as the mental images of Arthurian characters began to formulate itself into a question there was a nearby flurry of feathers and flaps as a hawk swooped across our vision only feet away to land in the small outcrop of rock just above us. I hate to say it, because in the next few posts this is going to get repeated quite often and is likely to become a little boringly repetitive, but I have come to see the appearance of a hawk as a sign of Merlin, ever since an encounter at Dinas Emrys one evening when I was pursuing an encounter with the spirit of Merlin.

After getting over that ‘sign’ I began the dowsing proper. I began by framing the context of the questions. I would be asking about the concepts of “Merlin” and “Arthur” and until I asked specifically I was not distinguishing between the physically real and the mythological concept of either of those figures. Here are some of the questions I asked:-

• Had Merlin been born at this site? NO
• Had Merlin lived at Tintagel? NO
• Had Merlin visited this place? YES. Interesting.
• Had Arthur been born at this site? NO. Not much information being revealed so far!
• Had Arthur lived at Tintagel? YES. Oh!
• Had Arthur been buried on this site? NO.

Time to move on to the question of whether these characters were real or mythological.

• Was Arthur a real king of England? YES.
• Was Arthur a myth? YES. What?
• Was Arthur both a mythological character AND a real person? YES. Confusing!
• Was Merlin a real magician? NO.
• Was Merlin a myth? YES. But…earlier the dowsing had said that he had visited….
• Did Merlin visit Arthur at Tintagel in some magical way, rather than a physical way? YES.

OK, that was both a little clearer and a little muddier at the same time. I wanted to see now whether there was anything remaining at the site of either of those people (or ideas).

• Was there any of Merlin’s energy remaining at Tintagel? NO.
• Was there any of the Spirit of Arthur’s energy at this site? YES.
• Was there anything of the mortal remains of Arthur at this site? YES. Oh, now that was interesting!
• What was it of Arthur that remained? His bones? NO. His energetic shroud? YES.

So, a real person who had either been named Arthur, or who had adopted the title, had ruled here at Tintagel, and now there was the remains of his energy somewhere on this island. That was quote exciting, so I set about trying to find it with the dowsing rods, letting them lead me to where this ‘shade; might be. I didn’t know yet what I was going to ask when I got there, but the hint was on!

Arthur’s Viewpoint

In one of the last scenes from the excellent film “Excalibur” there is a poignant moment where Arthur is laid to rest in his final moments with a view out over the ocean, high up on a cliff-top. Now that I have visited Tintagel that scene makes much more sense to me – of course if Arthur had died anywhere close to Tintagel then that would be where he would want to spend his final moments. Who wouldn’t?

View of The Sisters islands from Tintagel

My dowsing rods led me to a place on the island where they indicated that the shade, the energetic shroud, or the remnants of his spirit, could be found. I am not going to say where that was. I wish to respect his peace. If you want to find this place then feel free to make the effort to locate it for yourself. Perhaps he will have moved by the time you get there. Perhaps he is in different places for different people. Whichever is the case, it was a special place. I felt that straight away and soon I stopped dowsing questions about who or what this was, and I sat looking out at the view. I asked if it would be appropriate for me to ask for information spiritually, and got a positive response, so I began to tune in. Soon I was deep into a conversation inside my head with whatever this spirit was.

Conversations with Arthur

Of course, I was curious. If this was Arthur then there were some things I wanted to know. I put myself into the perspective, the viewpoint, of the shade and let it show me what it wanted. Arthur locked my vision onto the land around, making me follow its contours as it moved towards the sea. A voice came softly, “To know me, know that I am The Land.” I understood.  What of the relationship with Merlin, I asked? “Lines of electricity flashed like the after-images of a lightening strike as veins of light flowed through the land in front of me. The soft assured voice that sounded like my own echoed in my mind again, “To know Merlin, know that he is the life-blood of the land.” Now I knew the relationship: body and blood, life and land.

Feeling more confident about interacting with this voice now, I began to ask questions. Would it be possible for me to send this connection from Tintagel back to the power centre at my house, creating an energetic bridge that I could open whenever I wished? As soon as I asked the question the response came, “Yes“. I began the process of pushing the energy from this point to my home, and it rocketed there! Once it landed something unusual happened. The image emerged of a dragon’s tail cork-screwing itself into my power centre with amazing strength. I followed the bridge back to where I was to see the image of a dragon’s head, teeth buried into the headland where I sat. It was the most powerful image and feeling and it took me by surprise.

As I recovered from that, I ventured a further and final request. Could I dare to call upon this link that I had made in order to communicate with the spirit of Merlin? I felt an air of gravity ensue…clearly this was a request that had a lot of weight attached. A response formulated itself. “Yes, you can, but in return you must offer to undertake a task.” I suspected that something like this might happen, but I was ready for it. I was energetically strong here, and the place felt comfortable. I was protected within my shell, and no communication this far had given me any cause for concern. I asked what I might be called upon to do. “To connect to Merlin you must be as he was – the life force of the land. You must re-vivify the sacred energy grid of this land.” This was it. This was the quest I had always been looking for in my heart of hearts since I began the druidic path. This was my purpose, my destiny, my ambition. All those feelings over-swept me, and I agreed to a lifetime pact with Arthur and Merlin. I would take this on, and in doing so, I would be guided by the spirit of Merlin, and know something of his powers.

Notice the phrasing was: “...you must be as he was” – past tense. It seems as though the spirit of Merlin is no longer coursing through the veins of this land, these islands. Something is awry with the energetic grid. The presumption is, also, that once there was actually an energetic grid covering the islands. My presumption is that this was a series of sacred sites, linked by pilgrimage, visitation, habitation or veneration.

The Death of Arthur and Merlin

I began to think about the ‘shade’ that I was dealing with. This was the energetic remains of a human named ‘Arthur’, whether that be a title or a name, I didn’t know. Still being in touch with this spirit energy, and this being a rare occasion, I took the opportunity to ask another question. “Why is your shade here?”, I asked. I began to feel surges of emotion, a complex brew of feelings, but within them was discernible the feeling of homecoming, of this being a special place during his lifetime, a place of power that he may have commanded from, a place with a special view. A special view? Well, it was certainly dramatic, but why special? My gaze was sent out over the headland, across the sea, to rest on the first island I saw – “My mortal body lies here.” came a second thought-voice.

My knowledge of Cornish geography isn’t great – I’ve only been there twice before – but in my head the phrase appeared “The Blessed Isle“. What did this mean? Was there an island called The Blessed Isle near here? What was The Blessed Isle? Was it like Avalon? Wasn’t Arthur supposed to have been transported to the Summerlands or the Isle of Avalon, commonly believed to be Glastonbury in Somerset? Was The Blessed Isle associated with Arthur? Had I read that somewhere? How did I know this information? A hundred questions whirled in a tornado of rational incomprehension, but inside it was a stillness of gnostic knowledge. Something had been apprehended, and now I had to work on understanding it.

I disengaged from Arthur, thanking his remainder for its communion. I had a quest that made sense to me on a grand scale now – far grander than I could envisage at that moment. I resolved that, when I returned home, I would begin to learn more about Arthur, and to begin the quest, both of which I have begun to do. In the next section I will deal with some of the academic elements of Tintagel and Arthur, and will propose some new interpretations of existing material in an attempt to throw some more light on the myth and the man that was King Arthur, and of course, on his druid tutor Merlin.

Gwas.

I sent my friend to the far end of the road, whereas I started at the near end. We were separated by about a quarter of a mile, and we walked towards each other. I could see in the distance that he was stopping every now and again, and re-tracing his steps. I had also found something. At several points down the road there were wide bands of dark energy flowing down the slope of the hill across which the road scythed. The bands were of a strength rating of around 7 (on a scale of 1-10) – a rating which meant that they were becoming a problem.

We met and confirmed each others’ findings. There were several streams of negative energy flowing across the lower half of the road too. Could we determine their source? If they were flowing down the hill, all of them, then wouldn’t their source be further up the hill? The rods indicated that there was a single source, and that it was near the top of the hill. As we were narrowly avoiding death by standing on this small country road as it was, and there was nothing visible near the top of the hill, I decided to leave finding the source until another day.

Several months passed. Spring and then Summer passed. I was travelling home past the top of the hill several times a week now, and my eye had begun to be attracted by a lane. Where did it go? It looked like it might go to the top of this “problem hill”. Might the source of the black streams be found along that path? The pressure mounted and the near misses on the road below seemed increasingly dangerous until one evening I decided to go and look.

The track was used as an entrance to one house, but was at the back of others which bordered the problem road below. The land was easy to walk, slightly overgrown and peaceful. Was there really a source of black energy up this way, I wondered? I got my rods out and dowsed:-

1. “Is there a source of black stream energy accessible from this lane?” – pretty precise, I thought. YES, came the response.
2. “Is the source of the black stream energy within half a mile?” – YES. Good. I didn’t intend spending all evening finding it!

I didn’t have long to wait. The lane bent slightly and suddenly the road that I had walked in from disappeared from view. Almost immediately I saw a heap of whiteness ahead of me. What was it? As I neared I began to recognise shapes – bit of plastic guttering, sheets of plasterboard, mastic casings, cardboard, lengths of painted wood….the list went on and on. Here was a dump of faded building material, clearly ripped out from a house nearby and then dumped by an unscrupulous builder to avoid time, expense and hassle!

Take a dump in the countryside

As I stood there aghast at this blot on the country loveliness around my head began to tighten. I was developing a headache! I moved away until the pressure eased, which was about twenty feet back down the path. Something had to be done. By me. I mustered my resources, put up some protection, and then ventured back into the fray to sort this out.

My protection guarded against being drained by this black source, yet I looked around for any alliance upon which I could draw. This was going to take more energy than I had on my own. I went into trance and felt around for compatriots amongst the nearby trees – some were willing but most were afraid to get involved. I admonished them (yes, I did, I told trees off – but it worked) and they relented in the face of my passionate plea. I called upon all the trees within the line of sight, especially the bigger ones, all the hedges, and finally all the shrubs and plants, to join together to help me put an energetic cage around this heap of crap in order to seal the dark force inside it and let the land heal. As I shaped the sphere of white strands of light around the pile I felt the gradual inclusion and collusion of the local plant life working with me. That made it really easy. Once the work was done I went around thanking the trees for their help.

A day later I dowsed for the effect: before I shielded the pile the black source was registering as a 9 out of 10. A day later the influence was at a level of 0.5 on the scale. Nearly dropping off the scale! I drove down the road affected by the black streams too and the road felt a little wider somehow! All I need to do now is convince (or shame) the local council into removing the rubbish. Or doing it myself if they won’t.

Gwas.

I have just finished reading and digesting a book called “The Field” by Lynne McTaggart. In this post I am going to quickly go through what she says in light of what I have learned from other sources and in particular of what I “know” from dowsing and have theorised – or put together – myself.

To begin with, the cover really attracted me for one particular reason and that was that Wayne Dyer had recommended it. Now Wayne and I go back aways and I first came across his work when exploring the realms of personal development – where Wayne is a well known speaker and author. I also know that Wayne only recommends books when he wants to – rather than when the publisher(s) want him to, so this was a big “pusher” for me.

Introduction

Although I have placed the provocative “Vs” in the title of this post I have to say that isn’t really fair as I am going to be agreeing with a lot of what Lynne has to say. Although, I have to say I am going to be critical in parts.

I want to point out that throughout this post I might drop all sorts of words, that hint at … “What the hex has that got to do with Druidry” my defence is two fold – firstly – I am an Edge Wizard and thus this topic falls quite happily into “my” remit, second this blog has more posts about dowsing than about druidry (fight it out if you will) and The Field, in my opinion has a lot to do with Dowsing.

My point is this…if you don’t know what a word means…www.google.com

Lynne’s book starts off with ESP of the (slightly) Zener kind. In particular some semi-covert experiments that were conducted by Edgar Mitchell whilst on his return trip from the moon. The implied suggestion that Lynne further details is that the means of Telepathy was via The Field. From this rather non scientific basis Lynne steps out into science – er – that isn’t science.

The Field

What is the field? My first encounter – although I didn’t know it at the time – with the field was in the Sci-Fi tv-series Stargate SG1.

Fairly late on in this series the explorers ostensibly led by the MacGyver famed Richard Dean Anderson discover a power module that has tremendous properties. This power source is referred to in the series as a Zero Point Module or ZPM for short.

Now as I was reading The Field it dawned on me that Lynne’s description of this field was exactly the same as that of a ZPM…(hey dont let this put you off).

You can go off and read the Stargate description of this device by the link above. However here is a what the field describes it as. In the book it is called Zero Point Energy and quite simply it is energy from nothing, well almost…

Now, my science – particularly fringe science – is fairly good, at least to the extent of the ideas so I will have a bash at explaining what “ZPE” is.

If we took a trip out into the vacuum of space and made a box that nothing could get in or out of. Then – somehow – we managed to suck every particle out of this box so that the – understanding would be – that it is empty. It wouldn’t be. I know, sounds like a magic trick doesn’t it.

What quantum physics says is that “virtual” particles flip in and out of existence and as such you cannot determine that the box is “empty” indeed you can’t ever empty the box.

On a side-line the magic is that if you could grab these “virtual” particles then you would be getting energy for nothing.

Now this is where my physics become confusing because my understanding about this kind of particle is that, since nothing can be created, these particles come with their opposite in tow and so they are destroyed upon collision. The exception being in the presence of a black hole where the “partner” particle might get swallowed by the hole and thus leaving the remainder as Hawking Radiation. Perhaps it is the explosive energy of the partners colliding that is theorised?

Anyway, I digress. The Field is taking this phenomenon in two parts. The first that this energy exists the second is that it vibrates (ahhhh).

Vibrates is the right and wrong word to use. Let’s go back to the box in space. If we were able to count the virtual particles in the box at any time (quantum uncertainty principles say we cant) then let say that there are 10 in second one and 15 in second two and 10 in second three and so on. Then this would make the vibrational frequency i.e. it is the frequency of change in the particles that makes “the” frequency.

The field in the book is this ZPE energy and the correlation that is intimated with subtle energy, such as Chi, Ki, Prana, Grace etc is that the frequency or vibrations of Chi is the very same ZPE vibrations. This is “intimated” in the book and Lynne (as far as I can recall) doesn’t explicitly say this.

In Part 2 of this story I will go through the journey that Lynne takes on her way to putting ZPE together with things like healing and miracles.

Kal Malik

Just a mile or so further down the track from The Hurlers are a set of curiously eroded stones perched precariously on the edge of a hilltop that has been extensively quarried on one side. The journey to the stones is hard on the feet – the only path, although not steep, is littered with loose granite lumps and so sturdy boots are recommended in all but the finest of weathers. Today was not the finest of weathers at all – it was the wettest. The South West was about to enter one of the wettest periods in its recorded history (not forgetting the awful year when they had the flood at Boscastle, of course).

If you don’t have a map then remember this simple strategy to find the Cheesewring stones – keep right on the track until you reach the quarry then look up!

It's as tall as a giant called Uther

The legend of how this incredible formation came to be is recounted on a plaque in the car park near to the Hurlers, but a fuller account is given in Wikipedia:

“A local legend about this rock formation is the result of a contest between a man and a giant. When Christianity had just been introduced to the British Islands, the giants who lived at the top of the mountains were not happy about it. The Saints had invaded their land and were declaring their wells as sacred.

One of the larger giants, Uther, was given the task of ridding their land of the Saints. He confronted the frail St Tue, who proposed a rock throwing contest. If Uther won, the Saints would leave Cornwall. If St. Tue won, then the giants would convert to Christianity.

Uther took his turn first and easily threw a small rock to the top of nearby Stowe’s Hill. St Tue prayed for assistance, and picking up a huge slab found it was very light. One after the other, they threw their rocks, stacking them up in perfect piles. When the score was 12 stones each, Uther threw a thirteenth stone, but it rolled down the hill. St Tue picked up this fallen stone, and as he lifted it, an angel appeared to carry it to the top of the pile of rocks. Seeing this, Uther conceded and most of the giants decided to follow Christianity after that.”

This is a classic folklore tale following the usual formula: a seeimingly impossible David & Goliath contest which the saint wins with divine intervention. Note the number twelve and then a thirteenth being the saviour. Obvious astrological themes going on here. Usually I would then go on to tell you which astrological, zodiacal or cosmological entity is associated with a site like this, but in this case that is all unnecessary. The Cheesewring is a pure earth energy site. It is a formation from natural rock, occurring naturally on Bodmin Moor. Unlike stone circles there has not been any man-made alignment of the stones.

There has, however, been some manipulation of the existing stones. Occasionally they have been propped up, and that was necessary because the features of this rock formation have been somewhat exaggerated by the local inhabitants. When I dowsed I found that they had chipped away at the bottom portions to exaggerate its top-heavy look, and then smoothed the rocks off again, as they had done with many of the ‘dressed’ stones for places like Stonehenge.

For wringing cheese

The Gnome in the Cheesewring

Luckily for us there were no other people around. Perhaps the winds that tore across the hilltop as though racing each other were putting some people off, or perhaps it was the fact that visibility was down to several feet that made the climb up to the rocks both difficult to find and arduous to endure. Whatever the reason the gloom made me want to do some work to stay warm.

I dowsed as to what kind of site this was (er…look at it! It’c clearly stone and therefore an earth site! Idiot!). It was an earth site. (Told you so). I wondered if there was a genius loci for this strange place, and the rods confirmed that there was. I don’t usually dowse for a name for such things, but occasionally I do. Luckily for me (Kal chuckled) it was a three-letter name. “What would you have done if it was a thirteen-letter name?“, he taunted. I shrugged – it wasn’t. The earth energy spirit’s name was Hor, causing Kal to chuckle to himself again as he huddled from the biting roaring wind. I asked if it would be appropriate for me to connect to this entity, and the rods told me it was fine, so I asked them to take me to the best place to do this. The best place, apparently, was right in the centre of the rocks in a small space barely big enough to hold me, and exposed to the wind. Nice. I put up some standard protection (see – remembering now) and in I climbed wondering if I would be able to get out again.

Somehow the roaring winds seemed to silence. I could feel them still tugging and battering at my back, but their deafening roar had diminished to a whisper. I took the opportunity to visualise the form I had been working with lately at all these Bodmin sites and I conjured up the rosy cross shape. Now the shape had a circle drawn around it to form a more Celtic design. After some jiggery pokery (well, you’d only get bored if I told you) I had what I would call a “full house” – the Hor gnomic earth spirit had facilitated my work with its elemental kind, to go along with the air, water and fire elemental forces that I had re-collected at the start of the year. This seems like a yearly “pact” of co-operation that must be renewed annually. In return for this help I offered my usual thanks of love and gratitude. I cannot stress strongly enough how useful these energetic gifts are. You can leave all the flowers and corn-dollies and notes that you want – nothing, but nothing, replaces the honest and heartfelt offering of love and gratitude to an energetic being.

Up close and cheesy

As I climbed out of the cramped space I noticed the wind howling again. Fine rain scraped at my face, depositing itself on my growing whiskers like hoar frost (Ha! Hor frost, even!). I visited the other rocks formations nearby on Kal’s recommendation, including a man shape that someone had laid out on the ground in lumpy granite rocks – to which  I added a third-eye stone for a laugh. Kal did not look amused, however, but looked like a man who had been patient whilst I worked, but now who needed the warm reward of a quiet heated car.

We trudged back to the car park in good spirits, ready to see what happened next in this already very interesting day. Nothing could prepare me for the happenstance nature of the wonderful event that we would encounter next, however.

Gwas.

Having driven through the village of Minions to get to Trethevy Quoit the night before we were fairly confident about finding the famous stone circles called “The Hurlers”. There was a big brown sign pointing to them and everything so how could we miss them? We missed them. The morning mist was so dense that visibility was down to twenty feet, and as we trudged along the damp granite path our attention was on avoiding the larger puddles. At one point I stopped, intuitively feeling something was nearby. As I looked up I could see a small marker stone making an unusually prominent shape in the white misty background. We decided to head in that direction across the moorland and soon other shapes were coming out of the mist confirming that we had made a wise choice. Luck was with us and we hadn’t gone too far past, and soon dark shapes were appearing in regular patterns like dull ghostly sentries. We remarked how ‘atmospheric’ it was, which translated meant, “Dammit – why couldn’t it be sunny – this is spooky!”

What the Hurlers can look like

The Coach and Four

Other people were knocking about too, somewhere. Occasionally we would hear the sound of feet on the path and calls to a dog, or a group of walkers crunching past. It seemed that everyone else was missing the stone circle too because we were not disturbed during our hour long visit by anyone else, despite hearing man other voices nearby. Talking of which, as Kal and I convened on our way back we discussed the sounds we had heard in the mist and realised that both of us had heard the same strange noise. It was the sound of a carriage being pulled by horses. Undoubtedly. I’ve heard that sound in so many films that I couldn’t mistake it. I heard the sound of at least two horses, more like four, and they were accompanied by the sound of wooden wheels crunching on the path. There was no engine noise accompanying it. Most odd. Maybe some people with horse and cart were going past at nine in the morning? Even odder, the sound didn’t fade into the distance as you would expect, but disappeared as it passed us. You heard it clearly for a moment, and then as it passed by it died off quickly, it didn’t fade away. Again, very odd. I shivered a little in the morning gloom, and put it down to the atmosphere, but then when I mentioned it to Kal he nodded – he’d heard the same, and he added his own impressions of the noise which confirmed mine. However, on to the circles….

The Hurlers – The Male Circle and the Cross

There are three circles marked on OS maps, but in the mist we only found two of them. The Secret Cornwall site tells us that we are even wrong about that:

“The remains of a smaller fourth circle have recently been found north-north-east of the obvious three circles and a further fifth circle has been suggested between it and the others” (source: Secret Cornwall)

The first circle we encountered was the larger of the two, then there was a small pathway which linked to a slightly smaller ring of stones a few feet further north. One of the first things we independently dowsed was that the larger circle had a female characteristic, whilst the smaller circle was male.

Can you spot the stones?

Kal spent his first hour in the female circle, or rather, around its periphery, whilst I tried to get to grips with the male circle. I had come to the circles with an idea: I wanted to know whether it was possible to connect to the Sirius star energy, and what would happen if I did. I found a power centre and began to work with it, connecting to its core. I identified the location of Sirius, and then sat facing it. Almost immediately I got the impression that I should walk around the circle to stir up the energies. I dowsed for the start point, and then which direction – clockwise. No surprises there. I walked around twice, the second time the path began to weave as though the energies around the stones were becoming agitated. This was good – I had done a similar thing at Mitchell’s Fold stone circle once. At that Shropshire circle I had walked around five times, each time dowsing a more erratic path with higher peaks. This was similar, but only required two perambulations to get the energies flowing enough to work with.

Male circle Power Centre marked by feather and staff

As I sat in the power centre again, facing Sirius, I tried to connect to the energy it was emitting. The previous night at Trethevy Quoit dolmen I had determined that Sirius was the teaching force behind my spiritual progression. I therefore wanted to see if I could connect directly to it, and what those effects would be. Now, after the event, I think I may understand what the effects are: an intuition to act. I felt that I should not be sitting, I should be standing. So I got up and an image formed in my head of a blazing cross shape, the kind of cross they call the “rosy cross” that has bulbous ends.

Me and the rosy cross

I saw that a human standing in this shape would map directly onto that particular cross format: the head, hands and feet would be the bulbous ends. I knew this was significant, somehow, but there was nothing else ‘coming through’, as it were. I decided to move to the next circle. What is apparent from all this is that I am clearly an expert image artist. Please contact me if you would like tuition in the mystical arts of MS Paint and computer art.

Just at that moment Kal was finishing what he was doing in the female circle and we passed each other as we crossed (‘cross’ again) and we exchanged a short update. By now we were both soaked with mist and drizzle and looked bedraggled. Good job no-one else was around!

When Mary Met Michael

The two circles, I noticed, were linked by a differently coloured grass strip. One of the first things I had done on entering the site was to ask to be taken to the best place for me to work and to be taken by a ‘ritual path’ (a thing I learned about from StoneDowser’s site – sadly no longer available, which is a great shame). I followed a zig-zag path through both stone circles to reach a power centre in the male circle, which I have just described. Now I was back on this pathway between the circles and I wanted to know more about it. Rods out, I started asking questions and got the answer that it was a neutral energy ley line, aligned to other sacred sites in the area.

Talking of alignments, when I got home I traced the path of the alignment ley – hold on – this was a line I knew well! The meeting point between the two circles was the meeting point of the Michael & Mary Lines – the energy leys made famous by John Michell, Hamish Miller and Paul Broadbent (cf. The Sun and The Serpent book). The connections to other sacred sites include St.Michael’s Mount to the west and Glastonbury Tor to the east, to name but two sites on this incredible line. The compass reading I took at the time added to that confirmation – ENE/WSW – the same as the Michael/Mary line.

Hurling in the Female Circle

I ventured into the female circle and instantly felt more at home. It was like taking off a heavy overcoat on a summer’s day – palpable relief and a certain lightness. This was more like it – this was a place I could really do some work. I found the power centre that I could use which was conveniently marked by a small pebble seemingly embedded in position at one side of the circle.

Mark of a power centre

I didn’t try moving the pebble – it seemed like it belonged there.  Instead I began the process of settling into the circle. I wanted to continue the work i had started in the male circle – to feel the influence of Sirius’s rays, so I stood in the power centre and opened my arms out in a cross shape. My head leaned back and my spine opened and I felt the tug of intuition again. This time I was directed to walk around the circle in an anti-clockwise direction. No rods were necessary this time – I knew that one circumnavigation would be sufficient. And it was.

I stood in the power centre again, letting all the energies around infuse into me. I had been careful to set up protection before I entered the circles so i was sure I would only be letting in energy that I could productively use and which would not attach itself to me, or deplete me. I appreciated this sense of freedom and I began to sway. Round and round I swayed. Then my staff got involved. Next thing I knew I was laughing and pushing some unseen energy force around the circle. then I was HURLING it around, faster and faster! It was truly exhilarating. The mist allowed me the freedom from the stultifying effects of other people’s stares, and I relished the true sense of being free to play with these energies. Now I knew where they got their name from. It was nothing to do with men being turned to stone for playing ball games – that was clearly an invention of the dominant religious sentiment of the day. I knew now why these circles were The Hurlers.

Where Man Meets Woman

I have been to many stone circles in recent years but none have had such an obvious pair of male and female stones. Carnac had whole sequences of stones that I could quickly identify as male and female, but some scrutiny was required. At The Hurlers, in the female circle, one pair next to each other in particular stood out as symbolising the male and female forms in stone:

Male and female – one and zero

The straight slender form of the male stone is an almost perfect “1″, whilst the adjoining stone has a clearly overemphasised circular form – the “0″ represented in stone. Quite beautiful and meaningful – at this site was the joining of the male and female forms of the energy lines that traced the long ley line across the country from coast to coast.

As I stood again in the shape of a cross, feeling good about ‘reclaiming’ this symbol (as Julian Cope would put it) I felt incredibly full of power and energy. I felt like at that moment I could have achieved something truly magical. I got my dowsing rods out and began to check some levels – what level was my energy at before I came into these circles. 50%. And after the male circle – 60%. What was it now I was in the female circle? 100%. I was up to the maximum, and I felt great.

I met up again with Kal and he told me his stories. Sounded like he had had a really instructive time too. Despite the wet and mist, in fact probably because of it, we had both had an enlightening experience. The Hurlers are a powerful set of circles, even if we can’t even count how may circles there are on this moor!

It is not very often that Kal and I go on a wild goose chase. We are usually quite well prepared, and we have technology to back us up. More often than not we have hard copies of bits of Ordnance Survey maps accompanied by copious notes. For our journey into Devon, however, we had none of that and were utterly reliant upon a good internet connection, and the usually good advice of Aubrey Burl’s ‘Guide to Stone Circles’.

Let me please advise anyone planning a journey into Devon – neither of these sources is going to be good enough if the rains come down, the mist rolls in, and fog settles on the moors! We wasted a full day in persistent foggy drizzle and lashing rain traipsing back and forth trying to follow vague directions and a high level map that didn’t include most megalithic sites. Poor preparation, and we paid for it. By the end of the first day in Devon we had all but given up hope of finding a stone circle with relatively good access that was in good condition, despite having a list of at least four candidates! A dismal day.

All that was about to change, however, as we moved towards Cornwall. Bless lovely Cornwall! I picked a site that was at least marked as a tourist attraction on my high-level map, and we decided to attempt to make that our destination for a night-time visit. Yes, despite missing stone circles in the fog and mist in the day time, we were prepared to venture out into the fog and mist at night, expecting to find Trevethy Quoit! Were we mad? Luckily for us, fate lent us a hand and we were guided in using all the techno equipment we could muster!

Trevethy Quoit just as I sketched it yesterday

Scanning the site

Once we got some space to dowse when the local village dog-walkers had retired for the evening, we did so. I went about finding the energetic aura of the site, which was about thirty feet around the site, although I didn’t follow it all the way around to where the houses backed onto the site. It may have flattened there, I don’t know. I’m lax – slap me! (“Hi Lax, you’re a slacker” – *SLAP*).

Before things got interesting I dowsed to see if there was any form of energetic entity in the area. I have been practising putting up protection recently so I wanted to know if I needed to do that here too. Apparently I did need to, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, Kal had found a male genius loci and I found out that I wasn’t compatible with that and that it was wise for me to protect my energies in such circumstances. This seems to be generally true – I am moon-aligned (i.e. compatible with female energy forms) and so if I encounter a site which has a male energy signature I have found out that it is sensible for me to protect my energy field from degradation, depletion or attack.

Death energy path to quoit entrance

Another good reason or me to put up protection was that there was an energetic shroud (or Shade) that was still registering an energetic imprint on the site. This death energy form was buried at a spot facing down the hill from the quoit, but it had a series of five linked male power centres which curved in a parabolic sweep right up to the entrance of the quoit’s inner space. This death energy was still active and could be utilising whatever went on inside the quoit to persist and replenish its own energy. I wasn’t going to be party to that! I had recently been reminded about protection and this was a good opportunity for me to re-visit an old mental routine for establishing that protection. I could have used a crystal layout but I prefer to be able to do things mentally if possible, using crystals as a last resort only if the mental space is too crowded (from noise or other distractions). The dowsing rods led me outside of the site’s aura as a safe space within which to set this protection up, and I did so gratefully.

The Sirius Meditation

TQ in sunlight - possibly the only photograph in existence

I will be publishing a post soon with lots more detail about the information I have discovered about the star Sirius, but for now let’s just say I had some questions that I still needed answers to because it was a difficult subject to take on board without boggling the brain. With the Moon almost full I squeezed into the quoit’s cramped inner dark space in order to connect with the site and get some answers. Four sticks of incense were required to help me. In such a small space that was quite pungent!

TQ's rabbit hole

Fifteen minutes later I emerged with some interesting information that would challenge many of the assumptions that I had read about and which many magicians take for granted, especially natural magicians. Such a series of assertions was going to have to be well researched and considered, but I want to give you the highlights so that you can be considering your own questions to bring to the Sirius post. Hopefully I will have managed to weave together enough information by then to make it all coherent and intelligible. For now, here is what I learned for you to think about, challenge and test for yourselves:-

• It is Sirius, not The Moon, which governs the forces of fertility and protection
• Sirius emits a powerful radiance which facilitates the process of enlightenment for humans – the frequency of its rays resonate with our etheric energy points known as chakras.
• Sirius is a strong force radiating blue light which resonates with our throat chakras, facilitating communication. More so than Mercury is supposed to.
• Above all, Sirius’ light is a motivational force – it is the impulse that drives humans to learn. The more aware and open a person is to the forces of Sirius then the more they are motivated to learn and grow mentally and spiritually.

That was the information gleaned from the first site visit in Cornwall. I have three more to post including The Hurlers, The Cheesewring and Tintagel Castle. Hope you enjoy them soon.

Gwas.

Scattered throughout the last year or so of this blog is the term Genius Loci. As I did some research (on our own blog) I found that the term has escaped its original use and is getting bandied about a bit – by me no less, the guy who coined it in the first place. So before proceeding let me clarify the term.

Genius Loci then translates from the Latin, “Spirit of the Place”. I first came across the phrase in an episode of that short-lived (sadly) TV series, Crusade…

I procured the term to represent the energy (sentient it seems) that resides within sacred stone circles. Although as I mentioned the term is getting a wider usage herein, I want to bring it back to its original usage for this post.

Over the last year Gwas and I have occasionally explored the Genius Loci of stone circles and determined the following information.

• Not all circles have a Genius Loci although most of them do.
• They have been dowsed to be in a specific position in the circle when we have visited but do move around within it.
• In previous explorations we have found “Entrances” and “Exits” to stone circles, we have/had assumed that these were where people entered but we have also determined an entrance and exit that the Genius Loci uses. It is still to be determined whether these are one and the same.
• The entrance and exits that the Genius Loci uses are neutral energy arcs. Again we have found other arcs too – notably at Arbor Low – which we will be exploring in detail
• The entrance and exits are almost but not quite opposite to each other and don’t seem to have a astrological/astronomical relevance.
• Using dowsing you can track the route a Genius Loci took after it entered into a stone circle to the place where it is currently at rest.

• Genius Loci’s seem to be aligned to astrological phenomena. For example the one at Arbor Low is aligned to Taurus, whereas the one at Nine Stones Close is aligned to Pan and the one at Nine Ladies is aligned to Mercury.

Note: This isn’t a direct alignment it is more that they share the same hmmm properties/characteristics.

• The Genius Loci do not reside in the circles all the time and this is odd but as far as we have dowsed Genius Loci’s we have found that they left the circles about 1100 years ago and returned about 700 years ago.

Note: I have dowsed about 8 Genius Loci’s so far and have found this date to be consistent. Further more, they were “summoned” by a human in the Middle-East around the Iraq area. Why and How we don’t know. I know – wow – but here is the thing – consistently those dates and information is accurate.

• When the Genius Loci’s returned from this enforced sojourn their “alignment” had changed. We have determine that this was  to do with changes in peoples beliefs. But not how or why.

So far so good, fascinating and curious information which came from the sacred sites in the UK. Now we go to a stone circle in Ireland.

We were visiting the Piper stones circle in Ireland this year, our first circle abroad.

Here is a link to how that encounter went, Freeing the Dragon. But to pull some relevant data from that encounter to this post.

The Irish Genius Loci is the only one we have encountered that was trapped. It had been summoned and had gone when they were “called” 1100 years ago. This result surprised me. I was expecting different answers for some reason.

This Genius Loci is the only one we have had a seriously long encounter with. Again see the above post link.

As you can see, there is a whole world of exploration that can be done with this topic alone. Just as there is with so many others on this fascinating field.

What Gwas and I are finding is that should a topic need further investigation, it will crop up on our radar again and again and again. For now we keep moving forward, quite literally on the Edge!

Kal Malik