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Bran and the Metamorphosis of the Raven

Llangollen in North Wales was Kal’s choice of venue. It seemed a perfect choice for the beginning of the year – we only had a few hours of daylight and Llangollen has many interesting and previously fruitful sites in close proximity. There was no debate. There had been a sudden cold snap which had settled in making the mornings frosty and hardening the ground. This was a mized blessing. For Kal (who never brings a coat) this was going to be a cold climb, but he also has no proper walking shoes so the hard ground would be mean he wouldn’t get too muddy. Ups and downs.

It had been a while since I had visited the spirit of Bran, whom I had discovered was still present at the top of the ancient fortress named after him – Dinas Bran. I was looking forward to it, because it was never a dull visit – something useful or meaningful always came out of my visits to this stunning site.

Castell Dinas Bran

We have had some strange experiences at the location and we know that the views are spectacular if nothing else. It has traditionally become part of the start of our year. The story of Bran is interesting, and part of the old Welsh mythology being re-told in the Mabinogion tales. He is supposed to be a giant figure whose head remained alive after it was cut off in battle, and it was subsequently buried as a protective ward for the country. There are also links between Bran and Arthur in terms of this protective role.

“According to the Welsh Triads, Brân’s head was buried in London where the White Tower now stands. As long as it remained there, Britain would be safe from invasion. However, King Arthur dug up the head, declaring the country would be protected only by his great strength. There have been attempts in modern times to link the still-current practice of keeping ravens at the Tower of London under the care of Yeomen Warder Ravenmaster with this story of Brân, whose name means Raven.” (source: Wikipedia)

The relevance of the raven will become apparent as my story unfolds.

I made it up the hill first. On arrival I was greeted by a big black bird circling on its own above me near to the entrance I had chosen. I stopped to observe it. It circled like a hawk, and had the wing tips that I always associated with a hawk. I felt that this was a familiar symbol to me now, a welcome sign. Then, as the bird drew closer and closer my certainly began to melt away – the bird was definitely coloured black – I wasn’t just seeing it as a shadow. And how the straight break of the bird began to cast doubts on my initial reading. This was no hawk! Then I realised it was a raven – a huge lone raven. At this point it cawed identifiably and I knew it was a raven for certain. How odd that I had thought it was a hawk and in fact it was a raven? I carried on into the castle’s grounds seeing that Kal was also watching the bird as it flow close to the summit. Kal’s totem bird is a crow, so my first thoughts were that this was more a sign for him. I was wrong. It wasn’t a crow.

Bran’s Winter Home

One of the first things I did was to light some incense. three sticks dowsed as being perfect for a connection to Bran/ I next asked for Bran’s current location. Every time previously he had been located in a small dip on the summit close to the centre of the site. Today, this was not the case! He was in a part of the castle that I had never visited before – the “East Wing”, if you like. There was a stunning view of the Trevor Basin below and I felt this was significant to the quality of the energies I was feeling at that spot. – the view was important to any work done, and that the energies available in sight, such as the river below, the trees, the hills, all of these were important parts of the connection to Bran. The area was exposed and the wind chill was bitter and relentless. Nevertheless I made myself as comfortable as I could and began a communion with the great Bran’s spirit.

Distant Dinas Bran on a cold January day

I lit some incense despite the howling bitter wind. They soon went out, but for a moment I had created a triangle of incense within which my space had been cleared. After I grounded and centred I felt that there was a drawing out of the end of the year’s excesses – all of the detritus – emotional, spiritual and physical – were being sucked out of me and dissipated in the ground, sent out into the surrounding earth to leech down into the river where they could be swept away by the tumultuous torrent of the river’s waters.

As I sat and communed with Bran I felt his presence arrive, familiar and yet monstrously huge. I asked Bran whether there was anything that he wished to communicate to me. The series of thoughts that came to me were a series of pictures of Bran in various locations that fitted with the story of Bran The Blessed that I knew – sailing across to Ireland, his head in London. I asked what he wished me to do with these locations and the answer was that he wished me to visit them, but to take him along with me. He would accompany me in the form of a crow.

Suddenly I understood the hawk turning into a raven that I had witnessed earlier. The raven was a symbol of Bran, and he was showing me that when I saw The Raven then I would be seeing and feeling his presence. I asked for confirmation, and got a pleasing sensation throughout my body. A certain sense of affirmation. So, why, I questioned, was this association significant for me? I knew the symbolism from the stories, but what did it mean? Such questions rarely get an answer, but this time Bran was very clear in his response, and the sentence formed in my mind that I should carry his energy with me whenever I visited those places associated with him (Ireland and London) so that he could be there with me. I agreed, and left to find shelter in the lee of one of the castle’s walls. The bitter wind had nearly frozen my extremities to numbness.

The Signs of Bran

This was Bran’s request for me this year. To travel with me. I already have plans to visit Ireland, but by an odd coincidence my wife added an impromptu visit to London the very next day! She insisted that for my birthday I should take the day off as we would be going to London for a big surprise. Well, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that half of the surprise had been pre-empted by the ancient Celtic energy form of Bran the Blessed! Now I can add a visit to London to my itinerary, in the Olympic year too. I wonder what will happen if Bran is with me, and where he wants me to visit?

We walked down the hill and instead of taking the usual path I steered Kal to follow the lower path. As we rounded one of the lower slopes we came across a wooden sculpture positioned at the junction of two paths. It was a raven holding a chalice. Just a coincidence, of course. Bran’s association with ravens meant that I would inevitably come across such a symbol eventually, but its significance TODAY of all days was notable.

Bran as a Crow and Chalice

As I write this I am playing a random playlist of all the songs on my computer. As I type this the song playing is PJ Harvey, from the album with John Parish called “A Woman A Man Walked By” and the track is called “The Crow Knows Where All The Little Children Go“. Just a coincidence, I’m sure. Just a silly little coincidence to start the year off.

Gwas.

 

Beltane 2011 – Part 1 – Connection with the hawk

This is the first of a three-part post on my Beltane exploits this year. As usual I went out into the countryside accompanied by my amiable sidekick Kal, and I had the intention of discovering my next quest for this part of the year – my Beltane Directive, if you will.

Our first stop was Llangollen – a small town burgeoned by tourism in the summer months, and swelled by bikers for the rest of the year. In Llangollen’s dim and distant past it was an historic place and remains the home to some homely remains. Therefore, our first stop was the hard trek that is the steep sloping sides of Dinas Bran – a mound and ruined castle  that dominates the approaches to the town from the east side.

The morning was sunny but stirring with the swelling winds of Spring. We walked up the spiral approach path to the castle in good humour and soon we were treated to the 360° views that we now had become accustomed to, but which nevertheless inspired a reverential awe whilst recapturing one’s breath at the summit.

Castell Dinas Bran – Crow castle

As we crested the summit we realised the full impact of the strength of the winds that morning as every part of our clothing was pulled in varying directions at once by the ravenous air elementals. As I sought shelter from the strong cross-winds in order to light some incense I noticed that we were the only ones braving the site at that time of the morning, Lucky us! The incense was lit but soon blew out, so I left it spluttering in the corner of the site and went to sit on my favourite spot – a place that I associated with Bran the Blessed, or whatever was currently representing itself as the spirit of Bran. In the many encounters I had had previously at this place Bran had always spoken to me in Welsh, which has caused me to have to learn a little bit of that language along my journeys. Note – no dowsing rods needed at this stage to find the best place to be – all intuition so far.

I did a mental meditation, opening a spiral of anti-clockwise energy that spiralled into the ground and which acted as a “sink hole” into which I poured all of my worldly energies, divesting myself of their clammy touch. I imagined the energy being drawn out of me, sinking into the site, then being dispersed far and wide across the landscape, and dissipating into harmless ions of worldly energy that could then be re-distributed as Nature saw fit. Next, I went through a process of opening my chakras using my ascending chant to feel each one open in turn, whilst simultaneously imagining their spinning vortices gathering speed. Now I felt ready to connect to Bran.

The Hawk of May

I sat on my power centre – the portal through which I can commune with this ancient spirit – and I faced the raging wind head on seeking solace in its ability t drown out all other sound. In the deepest part of the meditation I heard a single word – “Gwalchmai“.

My studies of welsh mythology and Arthurian legend meant that I knew this reference. Gwalchmai means The Hawk of May and is the title given to the Arthurian knight Gawain. I was being given a clue to something, something that trelated to the May Day quest, I felt sure.

As we were about to leave Kal had to go back to do something, and I stood on the edge of the castle, looking out at the landscape below, admiring the height and views from this wonderful mound. At that moment a pair of hawks came rising from the base of the hill to exactly the height level with my eyes. The pair circled around only yards away from where I stood amazed and still, frozen in wonder. They occasionally cried to each other – were they guiding each other to their prey? This event seemed symbolic of my own quest that day. Bran was guiding me through the image of the Hawk of May to reach the target that I intended to home in on too. I sent a connection to them, extending threads from my sacral chakra towards the birds, and I felt as though I could see through their eyes for a moment…the ariel view of the land below, it’s patchwork patterning of villages and fields, the V-shape of the distant valley on the skyline….then I was back in my body again, grounded but exhilirated.

Hawks of May at Dinas Bran

This encounter set the tone for the rest of the day which proved to be equally exciting, as I will explain in the related posts to come. When I got home I did some research on Gwalchmai, and here is what I found:

“Gawain, or Gwalchmai (Hawk of May) was chief among Arthur’s nephews and eldest of the “Orkney Clan”. Gawain is usually said to be the son of Arthur’s half-sister Morgause (or Anna). When Uther became king, he marries Morgause off to Lot of Orkney and Gawain was their eldest offspring. Tradition has it that Gawain was educated at Rome in the papal household and later became a leading member of the Round Table. Reminiscent of the ancient Celtic sun-heroes, his strength used to increase till noon and decline afterwards. As with Kay, later legend condemned him as a womanizer and cheater, but he was full of courage and, at his best, a model of chivalry. ” (source: Celtic Twilight)

Here I was, at one with the Hawks of May at Beltane, and ready to see what else I could learn from the Llangernyw Yew tree about what my next quest would be. Already I felt the move into the next part of the year, the Wheel of the Year turning to touch the land again, and me turning with it.

Gwas.

Return to Dinas Bran: Neutral Paths and Flying Stars

Often we return to places many months or years after a visit and find that we have a purpose similar to our previous visit, but this time we are further up the spiral of life and the work is subtly different. Other times, we get called back to a place much sooner because there is something very important that we have missed, overlooked, not done or not done properly. Such an event happened with Dinas Bran recently.

Originally, we had set Dinas Bran as the main flag on our map of the sites to visit for the Autumn Equinox. Well and good, but by the time we got there I had forgotten my original reason for going, which was to try to cleanse and invigorate the site, and to connect it to the first point on my Earth Grid Chain project that I have undertaken. Sure enough, somehow, I got another opportunity to make amends – something that only happens if the work is very important. Clearly, this was important (if only to me). On a clear, still and warm night Kal and I zoomed into Wales, past Llangollen town, and up onto the hill of Dinas Bran once again. This time, the work was at the forefront of my mind.

On arrival we set to dowsing straight away – was this a good night to do this work? YES. Was I in a fit energetic state to do the work? YES. Could I do it alone? NO. Would Bran help me? YES, but…Damn that “Yes, but…” response! Now I had to find out where the other source of help might come from. I went through my usual list of helpful energies and spirits and arrived at my trusty Spirit Guide herself, Theodora. I must admit, she’s not usually my first port of call, only because I’m still nervous about working with her – my hang-up about her being a former human being. I just have to get over that some day! She’s been nothing but helpful and useful to me in my magick work, and never seems to impose herself but waits for a call. Could I ask for more? Still I am hesitant. Perhaps if you have such interactions too you know what I mean?

Dinas Bran in the late evening

Knowing the place well now I knew where to go to speak with Bran. Nevertheless I confirmed the exact spot with my rods, but found that Bran was in his usual position. I have the technique for tuning into such spirits of place really finely tuned now, and was swiftly able to sink into a light trance that allowed me to clear my mind and put out a request to speak to him. His voice answered my greeting. It sounded like my own voice but I knew the replies were something either deep in me, or deep in the land. I asked if he would assist my work to make this connection to the Earth Grid and he seemed happy to help.

I moved to the power centre that I knew of and it felt good. There I dowsed for the best place to do this work and ended back where I was! On the power centre. I looked around for Kal, but he was off elsewhere in the ruins, and in the deepening gloom he looked like a dark shadow moving across a moonlit backdrop. He appeared to be asleep but I knew better. Back to my work. I called Theodora to join my work and a sudden shiver went through my spine – this is the recently developed “call sign” that tells me she is present and with me. The more sensitive I have got to these energy forms the more they seem to be having a physical effect upon me.

I placed some incense around me (four) and lit them to cleanse the working space and keep other energies out while I worked. I have become more and more used to using incense now than using crystals. I think the crystals have fallen out with me because I don’t cleanse them! I’ve just made that up, but it does feel like I work better with incense than crystals.

I meditated to connect. Once connected with Dinas Bran I projected myself out to Frodsham Caves. I mentally “flew” there and located the power centre in the caves. I then flew back pulling a connection from the cave power centre through to where I was standing. Having made this connection I felt I needed to re-inforce the channel.At this point I realised that Bran was supplying some of the energy from the ground – it was “primal” energy, un-formed and malleable. This was rising up through me. Theodora, I could feel, was then transforming the primal energy into “neutral” ley energy as it emerged from me.

My arms went out in from of me like I was pointing with both hands at the caves, and I imagined the neutral energy being channeled along a straight line between the two sites. Then the link was made into a sort of arcing bridge between the sites, circling up from Dinas Bran, then dropping down into Frodsham, then back underground and rising up to Dinas Bran. I moved this energy circle faster and faster until it moved by itself, still channeling the energy down my outstretched arms to keep it straight and true.

I felt it was done, so I went to find Kal. He took some finding in the dark, but he was sat in a window ledge looking out over the valley below. I asked him to come and dowse what I had done, which he did reluctantly. I didn’t follow him, but sent him off in a direction, with the instruction to tell me whether he could find a neutral line, and the direction it flowed in. He wandered off into the gloom (int he wrong direction!) and minutes later there was some noise. I wandered over. He was stood on my power centre facing Frodsham. “Well,” I said, “what have you found?”. “It starts here, ” he said, “and goes off that way.” pointing in the exact direction I had created the line. I laughed. “And what kind of line is it – male, female, neutral?”. “Neutral.” he confirmed. I was overjoyed. I really had created a neutral link between the sites. Amazing!

Here are our audio summaries of the night’s work, recorded in situ. In the first one I recount my energy bridge work:

Druid Diaries excerpt for Dinas Bran by Gwas: DD-DB-061010-1

 

Kal explains how he found out more about working with his energetic double, and the potential issues with that.

Druid Diaries excerpt for Dinas Bran by Kal: DD-DB-061010-2

 

A Bright Star Moving

Star moving oddly

We were almost done. We had packed away and were looking up at the vast array of stars, the Milky Way lying like a dragon across the sky, and spotting the brighter stars to see if we could identify planets. Then I drew Kal’s attention to a bright star that was moving over the south-western part of the sky. We watched it slowly drifting “down” the night sky, wobbling as it went. Was it a plane? It looked like a star – bright blue-white, circular…then it did a 90 degree turn, heading “left” (south) across the backdrop of stars. It was still bigger and brighter than the stars behind it, but now it was moving much faster. Faster than an airplane moves. As we watched it the ‘bright star’ began to climb upwards, getting smaller and fainter within a few seconds. We knew that it had climbed up at what must have been an astonishing speed.

For a few moments we went through the usual lists: Plane? No. Shooting star? No way – it turned! Satellite? The motion would be constant, no. Firefly? joked Kal. We laughed nervously. No, this was something else. Something that moved erratically, yet purposefully when it wanted to, and which could move at speed too, climbing out of eyesight and moving very rapidly.

Gwas.

Autumn Equinox 4 – Dinas Bran

Thursday 23rd September – Dinas Bran, Llangollen, Clwyd, Wales.

In the final of our site visits on this Autumn Equinox day we chose the destination that had been our first and only firm choice the whole while – the hill of Dinas Bran, the castle fortress of the legendary Bran the Blessed. The hill stand out as a prominent feature of the Llangollen valley scenery, and is visible to travellers along the major route nearby called the A5 road, the road which eventually take you almost to Snowdon.

The weather was turning sour, squally and with an intermittent cold rain which threatened to make our most important visit our most challenging. First, however, was the challenge of getting up the steep slope. Luckily, we dared to try a new route up and this cut at least a quarter of the walking out. We were slightly spared, yet still my calf muscles threatened to tighten and lock up in the face of another ‘killer’ ascent, so we took it very slowly.

No-one else was around on such a day as this, but they missed out on several rewards. My first reward was a beautiful yet faint rainbow that arced from the amazing cliff faces across the valley and climbed high over Dinas Bran, then to fall touching the other hills on the far side of the valley. It was glorious and fragile, like a fleeting reminder that sun could triumph this day against the glowering forces of thick grey rain-laden clouds that ringed the valley. Then, as my mind was entering into a form of walking meditation mode, a hawk appeared showering we weary travellers in its identifiable shrieks and circling around us only some tantalising hundred feet higher than us, skimming the ruins of the castle and surfing the updraught of the slopes.

Dinas Bran topology

The rain began to wet our weary faces as we reached the summit, ignoring our usual energetic paths and simply keeping to the more ready-made walkways. It made sense as the wind was picking up and the surfaces were slick and shiny with rainwater that we didn’t go seeking subtle entry ways along craggy and hairy side paths of our own making.

It began to rain hard as we entered the castle ruins, and our first task was to find a suitable shelter. Initially one of the skeletal walls was enough to fend off the driving rain, but as it got wetter we sought out the one corner of the castle walls where a dry spot remained. As I sat in this corner, moulding my body to the stone and waiting for the rain to abate Kal strode out into the squall and stood there proudly holding his dowsing rods. He began to dowse. I watched in admiration of his bravery, and with a slight giggle at his stupidity, given that he was the least well equipped for the weather. Kal, in fact, is always the least well equipped for the weather of anyone who could possibly be found wandering around the wilds of Britain. Still, he has this unshakable faith that the weather will do right by him. Sometimes he is right. Today, he was more than right. By the time he had turned around to walk along to dowse his third question the rain had disappeared completely to be replaced by a kind of grey silence – a sort of begrudging pause in the weather. As I came out too and began to dowse, so the act of the two of us working at this site brought about a sliver of weak sunlight that bathed the hilltop in a surreal back-light, but for which we were very grateful. He had done it again – he’d made the rain stop.

Druid Diary excerpt for Dinas Bran #1 : DD-DinasBran1

 

Dinas Bran at dusk

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Llangernyw : Warnings and Weirdness

The Llangernyw Yew : April 19th 2010

After our visit to The Druid’s Circle at Penmaenmawr we sidled off into the sunset heading inland cross-country to Llangernyw. I had a few random items on my agenda to work on, whereas I knew that for Kal this was the main reason for his visit. He was at an important juncture in his life and was looking to his old friend the archetypal “Tree” for some guidance. Having made contact with this helpful entity via the ancient yew tree at Llangernyw before, he was confident that he could do so again.

Late evening yew

For me, I had been guided recently to carve a symbol into my staff. I knew not why, yet. I’m sure that will become clear soon enough. For now, I wanted to confirm which symbol that should be before I started carving. On previous occasions when I had dowsed for this information it had been indicated that it should be the Dinas Bran sigil. This evening, as the sun was setting, I approached the ancient yew tree with respect and asked if I might dowse for some answers. I got a positive response and so began to do some dowsing.

I dowsed at the edge of the tree’s canopy, on a flat section of ground indicated as a good place by the dowsing rods. I asked which symbol I should carve and began to follow a spiral pattern around from one side to another, in a familiar pattern. Was this like the ‘Bran the Blessed’ sigil? It was like that but the head was upside down! In fact it resembled the Arbor Low sigil too.I asked the rods if this was correct several times and they repeatedly said yes. When I sought an answer to this I got the impression that it was a symbol that was personal to me yet a reflection of both places, even literally a reflection in the sense of being upside down in parts.

Inside the mighty yew

You may remember from my recent posts that I had been trying to draw together the four elemental forces of Nature in order to assist me with my coming work this year? There was one that I had not managed to re-engage with and that was the fire element. On this lovely sunny evening as the great fireball dropped slowly over the hills of Penmaenmawr I decided to try to resolve that oversight. I walked to the side of the church where I knew my power centre to be, but oddly I walked straight past it without a second glance, and went to stand before the two pillars of stone that seemed like an entrance or exit portal for something. I began to dowse…

Were these stones and entrance or an exit? An exit. Were they for some form of energy (thinking back to Druid’s Circle) to be directed through? Yes. Was that energy spirit energy? Yes. Was it earth energy? No. Was it the energy of the yew tree? Sort of – the rods came together slightly, but not firmly. Was it the spirit of the place that passed through this portal? Yes. Was this a good place for me to regain my fire energy? A strong yes.

With that affirmation I went to go and sit on the flat tombstone behind the two stones, and immediately got a sharp pain in both kidneys. I took this as an indication that this was not a good place to sit! I stood between the portal stones, looking due west, and drew down the fire of the setting sun, as the saying goes in such circles. The rods confirmed what I felt – that this had been done successfully. Now I felt more ‘complete’ – like I had access to all the powers of Nature (except spirit, or aether, the fifth element).

An energetic exit portal

Whilst I was stood between the two energetic stones I felt like I could use that energy to get another burning question answered. I had one that was uppermost in my mind., The final task of the time between Spring and Beltane was to learn how to connect to the earth’s own energy grid. So far I had not one clue how this could be done, other than perhaps to be stood somewhere that neutral energy may naturally emerge, or something like that. I decide to seek some guidance, any clue at all.

I asked the yew tree to help me to imagine what I should do to link to the neutral earth grid – and I was shown several places very quickly that I couldn’t make out because they were too quick. Then I was shown an image of me nestling into the bosom of the earth – literally two small humps of grass between which I was curled in a foetal position, soothed and sleepy. I was to find a place where I felt that comfortable and then bathed in warmth and comfort I could connect to the earth’s own energy system and draw upon the neutral energy – the pure energy of the earth. I was amazed at the wonderfully intuitive way the information was given to me, and extremely grateful to have been shown this vision. Now, all I had to do was to find such a place….

The warning place

I thought I was finished for the evening – hey, hadn’t I got everything I came for and more? I certainly had. Kal popped around looking pleased with himself and his exploits, which I intended to ask him about as soon as we were on the road again. “Have you finished?” he asked me. “Let’s ask the rods!” I quipped, expecting a ‘yes’ response. I got a ‘no’. Apparently, there was more! I asked the rods to take me to the place where I could find out about this other information, and soon I was walking along the side of the graveyard, past gravestones, until the rods swung back on themselves to point to a grave close to the edge of the path the surrounds the lower site.

There was an inscription on the gravestone. I read, “Oft in danger, oft in woe“. i thought this was very unusual inscription, as I had never seen anything like it before! It was the inscription that was important. It took me several minutes of narrowing down the field before I hit upon the relevance of these words: it was to do with me not putting up energetic protection when I visited sacred sites. I had become too complacent and trusting, relying on my intuition to warn me of potential problems. So far I had been lucky and had visited sites when no-one else was around which has prevented problems so far (apart from one episode that really stuck in both our minds of an encounter at Llandrillo). Now, as I moved into the warmer lighter months I was being warned that other people may cause me problems unless I protect myself appropriately when I go out in the near future. Memories came flooding back and I felt I knew what was being suggested.

I asked if that was all? No, there was more. Again I let the rods take me on a little wander, this time only ten or fifteen feet away from where I was. The rods swung dramatically again to point at what seemed like an ordinary grave of a couple. Again it took me several minutes to divine the answer through a series of questions and response. The couple had been “energetically aware” people, but had died due to some misfortune brought about by an encounter with some form of deviant spirit energy. This was a stronger re-enforcement if I needed it, and I will heed the warning and will be more careful from now on, especially in the presence of other people, whether they mean harm intentionally or not!

All in all, a strange end to the evening for me. For Kal, however, the evening had been highly positive. He had received advice from the yew tree that he should ride out his current issues without trying to resolve them for himself. They would all, apparently, be taken care of – despite how impossible that seemed at that time. A week later everything righted itself against impossible odds and in quite incredible circumstances. Never would we doubt the power of this tree, or its influence over this churchyard!

Gwas.

Dinas Bran

Castell Dinas Bran – Llangollen, North Wales, 20th February. 

There are times on this ‘path’ where a calling is received. It’s not like a phone call, or a text message arriving – it’s infinitely more subtle than that. You begin to receive signals – a name appears somewhere, or someone mentions a place, or you see a picture of it. Most of the time we’re receiving such information all the time and mostly we do not act upon it. Then it becomes more iterative – you see the name again, in another context, or the story is repeated elsewhere, the place gets mentioned, or you see the picture again and again. Soon, you have to act to find out more about what this ‘calling’ is. 

So it was that I started looking at the Megalithic Portal with a single search term: Llangollen. I had been a few miles south of there only the week before, near Chirk. Now I was getting a pull to go to the east of Wales again, this time along the A5, Thomas Telford’sgreat trunk road. I knew this road to be littered with ancient connections, not least of which is Llandrillo stone circle some way south of the A5 and near to BalaLake. Was this the intended destination? The Megalithic Portal churned away, then returned with its results: Dinas Bran was top of the list. I stared at the mound. I knew it – where from? I had passed it many times. Once, long ago, I had climbed it. This was the place I needed to go to. No doubt. My heart had leapt a little when I saw it. I made preparations and left. 

View of Castell Dinas Bran

Part of those preparations was to bring along my new ash staff. I’m glad I did. I parked at an isolated spot “round the back” of the hill, at a small lay-by where a stile offered a gentle path across an inclining field at the base of the hill. It was idyllic – the sun, the view, the objective. I tuned in very quickly to the surroundings and managed to find a wavy path across the field and up the hill. At each stage I let my intuition lead the way and soon I had joined the main path up the hill, with its precarious wooden barrier and well-trodden spiral path. The staff helped enormously. 

As I approached the top of the hill I slowed to a stop. I was beginning to feel the “edge” of the site, it’s aura – the edge of the nemeton. I stopped and tuned into the site, introducing myself and asking to be shown an entrance. I began to walk off the path across some scree. I gulped, but the path was remarkably easy and stable! A pre-defined path was emerging: as I looked back I could see there WAS in fact a trail through the slope of seemingly random stones, and again through the seemingly barren grass, I was actually following a trail. 

The trail ended at a man-made slope. A definite causeway. An entrance undoubtedly. 

South side entrance

Next I was led by the rods to a small break in the surrounding ditch. A path led down the break and up the other side to the castle remains themselves. I followed eagerly, feeling this was the right way into the site for me. As I passed through an archway I felt the urge to be free, so I asked the rods to find a suitable place to drop my bag and leave my staff. It was at the archway itself that was to be my resting place.

My resting place

I set about dowsing the place. What was the relative strength of the energies here, I asked (expecting a low response due to the time of year and the fact that it had been a castle, and was not now an obvious megalithic site). The response I got took me aback : it was a 10/10. Up there with Carnac and Silbury Hill in terms of the strength of these earth energies. The power of the place was apparent in so many ways, too. Look at the number of visitors up here on a freezing cold Saturday afternoon in February – there were about ten people millng about on this steep hilltop. Something was drawing them here. 

Gog and Magog

Perhaps they were drawn by the challenge of the giant Gogmagog, or the lure of treasure: 

“Claims have also been made that the Holy Grail or a golden harp are hidden in the hillock at Dinas Bran and that fairies dwell there.  

According to “The Romance of Fulk Fitzwarine,” the Normans pushed their way into the eastern borderlands of Wales and stopped just beneath the ruins of Dinas Bran. An arrogant knight, Pain Peveril, noticed the crumbling walls and learned that the sitewas once the home of King Bran. Since Bran’s demise, no one had enough courage to stay overnight inside the remains, for fear of evil spirits. To prove their mettle, Pain and some of his cohorts climbed up to the ruins, determined to endure the night. During that night, a storm arose and forced the men to seek shelter.  

Suddenly, an evil, mace-wielding giant appeared. This giant was the notorious Gogmagog, a man possessed by an evil spirit who had terrorized the countrysidefor years. Pain defended his men withhis shield, protected witha cross, a shield so sturdy that it withstood the penetration of the giant’s mace. His brazen defiance startled the giant and Pain swiftly stabbed him with his sword. As Gogmagog died, the evil spirit recounted King Bran’s bravery against the giant’s attacks. Bran had even built the palace atop the hillock to thwart the giant and enraged the evil spirit inside Gogmagog. Then, the giant forced Bran and his followers to flee. The dying spirit also claimed that a great treasure, including a golden ox, was buried beneath the hill.” (source: http://www.castlewales.com/dinas.html

In the tale above Gogmagog is the container for “evil forces”. Since the advent of Christian religion in these isles the forces of paganism have been characterised as evil, and attributed to monsters and devils. Of course this is water off a duck’s back to the pagans, who tend to embrace such concepts, but nevertheless it is a slanderous fact, and has involved the re-working of almost all our indigenous myths. What ARE these evil forces that the tale speaks of? The clue is in the name of the monster: “Gog” and “Magog” – the male and female archetype. Gogmagog is the combination of Gog and Magog – the male and female earth energies inherent in the land.

I looked, as I usually do, for the male and female energies of the site. Having a light covering of snow actually facilitated this because I was able to mark out the shapes that I dowsed, and denote the sources and endpoints for the energies. The male energy was sourced from one of the southern arched windows. It was the sunlight from the south that was the source of the male energy at the site. This seemed particularly relevant for the time of year that I was there, for the sun was tracking along the topmost part of the mountains opposite and would have shone all day through the arched window. At this time of year all the light came from the south as the sun moved across the sky from east to west. The male energy then ran around the edge of the inner castle ruins, and down a steep path ending at a sealed dungeon in the north-eastern flank of the castle.

The female energy began a few feet north of the southern arched window, on the other side of the path that cut between the male and female sources. I tracked the pathof the female energy westward (in the opposite direction to the male energy) and it meandered around, coming inwards, until it terminated right in the centre of the site, at a point where the inner mound began to slope. This female terminus pont also turned out to be the power centre to which I was most aligned. I stood within the power centre for a few minutes and felt warm, tingly and enlivened. Oh yes, this was good for me! 

Power centre drawn in snow

At the very moment when I took one step into my power centre the sun, which had been hiding its face behind a cloud for the last half hour, emerged and shone directly in my face. I couldn’t help but smile. No-one ever believes this “salute of the sun”, but it’s one of the most profound elements of the whole “being on a spiritual path” for me. It’s the most obvious and literally heart-warming sign that I’m moving in the right direction.

The Astrology of Dinas Bran

Next on my agenda was to dowse to see whether this site was particular active, energetically, at a specific time of the year. Sites that are like that have an astrological energy formation that can be dowsed for. We have only found this out recently after correlating several dowsing responses relating to the influence of planets, stars and constellations. When I dowsed at this site I found an astrological formation that was like the picture below:

Pisces - Feb 20 to Mar 20

Later, when I could dowse against a list of existing constellations and designs I was able to determine that the astrological form at Dinas Bran was an old symbol for Pisces. Pisces covers the time from 20th February to 20th March. I was visiting in that period of time – here I was, stood in DinasBran at its most energetic time. That would account for the 10/10 rating for the energy strength, then!

The Sign of Bran

If I was at Bran’s Castle, who is Bran? In the tale above he was relegated to the role of King, yet before kingship ever came about as an accepted or necessary concept Bran was also an archetype – a god. Bran is the giant head. He is a giant himself in many other tales, and so we begin to see the confusion emerge as later tales subvert him into human form. In his animal form, The Crow, he signifies transformation, regeneration and awakening.

I dowsed to discover whether this site still had a genius loci – a guardian spirit of the place. It did, so I dowsed for the energetic formation in the sitethat would indicate that spirit’s presence. I was directed to an area of snow close to my power centre, but away from most of the footprints in a little hollow. As I dowsed I felt I recognised the end points – these were clearly spirals. The centre point was an oval shape, and when seen betwixt the two spirals a form emerged – the Head of Bran between the male and female spirals of earth energy that were Gogmagog!

Left arm male, right arm female

What more do we know of Bran from mythology?

Bran Fendigaid (the Blessed) – Celtic god of regeneration – was the son of the Sea God, Llyr and, maternally, the grandson of Belenos, the Sun God. His name means Raven, and this bird was his symbol. In Celtic mythology, Bran appears as a semi-humanized giant residing at Castell Dinas Bran, the later home of the later Kings of Powys. Though Bran himself was supposed to have been an early King of the Silures tribe of Gwent. There appears to be no archaeological evidence for his worship though perhaps the castle mount was once sacred to him.”

(source: http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/bran.html)

Perhaps the castle mount was once sacred to him.” ‘Once’. ‘Perhaps’. Still! It is! He is there now. His imprint is within the mound – his influence spreads into the valley below, and all the way back to the sea.

I dowsed for other celestial influences on the site. Let’s see if they shed any light on Bran. There was a solar influence from the South, and a lunar influence on Full Moon days. This equates to the balanced male and female energy lines at the site. Together they form the rim and radiating lines of Belenos’ radiant sun shield, or chariot wheel, draw upon the summit of the mound.

As King, Bran led his warriors into battle in Ireland, but the Irish had a magic cauldron that brought their dead warriors back to life and only Bran and seven of his warriors survived the battles. I found it very interesting to read this given that the planetary influence that I dowsed at the site was that of Mars- God of War. There are further connections between Bran and the cauldron as represented in the Arthurian Mysteries as The Grail. Bran’s mortal wounding echoes the story of the Fisher King and Arthur’s wounding.

I took some delightful panoramic pictures from on high, then dowsed for an exit. The exit I had to take was a bit daring -it was a hollow in the wall of the northern side, through an archway, leading down to an ice-covered path that was inches from a sheer drop down the steepest part of the hill. Gulp! I trusted my staff and made my way down along a little-used pathway until I encountered grass that seemed to flow like water down the hill. Being in tune with the energies I felt their tug and descended straight down the hill without hesitation. I hear some onlookers from above geeing themselves up to do the same – ah, the folly of youth! Moments later I heard them falling over themselves and rolling down the hill trying to save themselves from injury. I smiled. They didn’t have my ash staff!

Gwas.

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