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It was a dry-ish Saturday morning when I got up and had the desire to go and seek adventure. However as Gwas pointed out, “What purpose?” and to be quite frank I couldn’t find one. So instead I high-tailed it to Costa coffee shop and relaxed with a book and cake.

However upon my return to my lodgings I still felt the urge to be “out-there” and so I decided to take the car for a drive. It sits unused all week and so it’s good for it to be taken for a reasonable drive during the weekends.

Just to get me moving I plugged in Avebury into the sat-nav and was off. Between where I am staying and the M5 motorway is one singular link(ing) road of around 40 miles. It is a tiresome road I have to say and I don’t relish driving it, but since its the only way out-o-here I was on it in moments.

Hitch Hiker and the philosophical lesson

I got to about 5 miles on the link road when I spotted an out-stretched thumb. I drove past it without a thought and within moments reconsidered. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular I reasoned, lets see if this hitcher has some fantastic place to be going to? So I flipped the car around and was off to pick him up.

As he got into the car I said to him, “mate, its your lucky day, wherever you want to go, I’m your man!” At that moment, I was ready to go anywhere petrol would take me. Sadly the universe missed a trick and the fella only wanted a short journey of some 30 miles up the road.

Martyn by name, he was a kindly soul who without encouragement dispensed his wisdom and views of life, love, peace and balance. Promising to be in touch he vanished out of my life some 30 minutes after appearing in it.

I continued on along my journey to no-where at roughly 60 miles an hour.

Cheddar Gorge and reuniting with my energetic double.

The M5 gave me many options, Glastonbury, Stonehenge (which was closed the last time I visited before xmas. Or more city oriented places such as Bristol. This latter (1 more hours drive) took my fancy and I continued along the straight and rather repetitive motorway.

At one point some 30 or so minute later I spotted a sign for Cheddar Gorge and Caves. With virtually no thought at all my car steered itself of the road and went off in search of this Gorge. Even as I wondered at why I had decided to come of in this direction a thought struck me…

It was time to re-merge with my energy double! Wow really? Back in Alderley Edge, 2 weeks ago, when I had released it, I had said that it would need to return in 3 weeks. But it seems that this prognosis was going to be out by a week. But who was I to argue? So with that purpose in mind I wound my way towards Cheddar Gorge.

Parking my car by the very apt sign, FREE PARKING ~ Rocks can fall at any time. I put some protection around it, You never know, right? and followed my rods as they led me on a winding and muddy path up the side of the gorge.

As you know me and heights dont mix and luckily the rods knew this too and after a climb of some 40 feet in height they twirled. I asked whether this was a suitable place to call my ED? No.

What? I looked around for some indication as to why this spot had been picked out. On the ground was a golf ball sized piece of quartz. I asked the rods whether this was why they stopped and would I be needing this, yes and yes.

Odd though, because I had only asked to be shown the best place to call my ED. I carried on along the path which was now getting quite high and narrow! The rods stopped again and this time I felt that it was the ‘right’ place. I was mistaken and again found another piece of quartz on the ground.

The third stop, now well up the cliff, almost near the top was to be the place. According to the indication of the rods I placed the two crystals one on either side of me, slightly above my head. I remembered this time to use a rock as a point of deflection and mentally sent out ‘my’ song. It took just a few moments for the soft whoosh to push me back and I knew I was again housing my ED.

I rather wish it was a more spectacular experience, but alas I report un-embellished.
I asked the rods, whether I was done and after a bit of intuitive honing in I understood that I had to cleanse the two crystals of my personal energy, which I did with intention and washing in a cold stream.

The path down the slope was quite a tricky affair and with no trees to energetically bind myself to I nearly took a slip a couple of times. The caves that had been advertised on my journey to the gorge were closed for some reason and so I was off, in no particular direction.

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Priddy Barrows: a meeting with Mab

Sunday 20th June, 2010

Travelling back from Glastonbury we decided to investigate the area around the village of Priddy near the Cheddar Gorge. On the map Priddy has a smattering of mounds clustered around the village. This sounded inviting, and we entered along a long straight road. As we travelled along it we turned to each other and gave a knowing look – this was clearly a “corpse road” – a long straight road along which, it is reckoned, the spirits of the dead move, and which was reserved for processions of the dead. Of course it could have easily marked a ley line. We didn’t dowse as we drove. Maybe next time? Who do you think we are – Miller & Broadhurst?

Priddy Barrow

Using SatNav (and boy did we need it) we located the field within which the Priddy Long Barrow and accompanying barrows were supposed to be. Nothing. The field was empty. We wandered to the top of the slope that should have been the remains of the Long Barrow. It was completely clear. Obviously, nothing to see here! We re-dowsed – was there an energetic structure nearby – a barrow with any remaining energy in it? There was. We wandered into the dip in the field and found a spot. Only with the dowsing rods could we confirm the location of the site. Yet another instance where the rods have found things that are completely hidden to the naked eye. The remains of a barrow’s stone structure were tiny piles of stones hidden completely by thistles, nettles and grass clumps. Not much to work with, but it was registering some energy.

Within moments of arriving both Kal and I had each found a power centre to use. Having my recent experiences in Glastonbury to work on, I dowsed around to see whether there was any genius loci at this site that could help with that work – to solve the riddle of  ”waking the dragon”.

Spot the barrow at Priddy

It’s a funny thing about the gnostic knowledge process, “gnowing” as I have referred to it on earlier posts. What you have to do is to be in the right kind of place (i.e. a place with earth or radiant energy) and then you can let your mind de-tune from the surroundings and instead tune into the land and whoever or whatever is around. Tale, for example, the genius loci. There is some definite sentience to the entities that guard a special place. If you tune into this correctly then you can effectively form a conduit connection between your own mind and that of this sentient energy, and knowledge can be transferred.

GNOWING: The tricky thing, as a modern person living in the modern world, is that such a process has been not only ridiculed to the point of being outlawed, but there is a whole host of modern psychological garbage getting in the way that makes you think (for a brief second) that you are making this up. Then, some piece of information is ‘downloaded’ into your mind – a picture, a feeling or a thought – and you know that this was not from you. Because it takes you by surprise, and it could be information that you have no prior experience of whatsoever.

Merlin and Mab

There was indeed a presence within the site. I got the feeling that it was a presence that didn’t live there specifically, but that had been attracted to our activities at the site and was coming to meet us there. Just a feeling. I sat on the power centre and tried to connect to the genius loci – kind of announcing myself and seeing what images or thoughts came to mind. Only one – a welcome from Mab. Who the heck….Queen Mab? Images of Miranda Richardson in the juvenile TV series ‘Merlin’ flickered through my rational mind but I knew this was me searching through my internal reference library, but only finding a facile equivalent in an attempt to appear helpful. I tried to switch this ‘facility’ off and carried on the communication.

I introduced myself, very politely considering this might be an entity who was ‘higher up the pecking order’ than I was used to. My politeness and quiet introductions paid off. She seemed quite friendly and I was being encouraged to communicate. In fact, it seemed like there was something that she wanted. As I was a “servant of Merlin” she wanted me to call upon his male energies so that she could utilise them. Should I do this? Did I know how to do this? I was feeling a bit dubious about this – could this so-called Mab be trusted? I stood up and picked up the dowsing rods to ask. “Is this genius loci really called Mab?” – YES. “Does this Mab mean me any harm?” – NO. “Do I need to protect myself from this spirit?” – NO. Well, I felt I had to ask. Lessons learned, and all that.

In my mind I heard a far-off voice. I don’t know how to describe the concept – it’s like a visual overlay that you know is not there but which you can see, except this is a voice – an aural overlay. It’s a vocal overlay that you know is not IN your mind, but you mind is the space within which the echo of this voice is heard. Sometimes you will hear the voice as a variant of your own internal voice, and believe me, that’s even more confusing and prone to doubt! That’s about as close as I can get withthat description.

Anyway, Mab asked me to transfer some male ‘Merlin’ powers to her. She felt that, because I was Merlin’s servant, that I was a suitable person to ask this of. Why she needed this energy, I don’t know. What she would do with it? Same. Dunno. Why she couldn’t obtain these energies herself? Likewise. However, I did this, and in return she offered to help me with achieving my next stage’s aim. I stated my case. “I believe I have to got to Cadair Idris to wake the dragon. When I am there, will you help me to do this?“. She responded that when I was ready, at the top of that mountain, I could call her for assistance then. Well, that seemed like a fair exchange and I thanked her for her offer.  I was left wondering whether this had been a two-way exchange, or not? Only time would tell exactly how and when my half of the bargain would be fulfilled.

Queen Maeve

Here is some information about the tradition of Mab:

“Although Queen Mab has no direct references in Arthurian Legend, she is still a Queen of the Fae and worth investigation.

In the Celtic tradition, Queen Mab was also known as Queen Maeve. “Maeve” means mead and it was said that Mab gave this blood red wine to all of her consorts. Mead wine represented menstrual blood which was considered “the wine of women’s wisdom”. In Warwickshire, the word “Mabled” came to mean “led astray by the faeries or elves”. In Cymric (the Welsh language) Mab was defined as meaning “small child”. Additionally, Mab meant “Drunk Woman” and “Queen Wolf”.

Mythologically, Mab was the Queen of Connact; the warrior queen of the Ulster Cycle. She was the combined mother/warrior aspect of the Triple Goddess. The Pagan festival of Mabon was celebrated in her honor each year at the Autumnal Equinox. During the festival, those wishing to be King were not endorsed unless Mab invited them to drink of her mead wine. This ensured that the male king would be well versed in feminism and women’s mysteries.” (source: Rowan Sterling)

 I think, reading between the confused lines of history and mythology, that this “Mab” entity was the same energy that I was meeting the day before in the Chalice Well gardens. I had the same reaction to it, and an inherent level of trust (even though I did quickly check with the dowsing). Once the dowsing gave me the nod that all was well I complied with her wishes immediately and completely. Strange. Was I hoping to get something out of this? I think I was. I think I was already on the quest for the waking of the dragon, and was involving myself in some extra-anthropoidal intelligence to try to gather some clues and set myself off in the right direction. I’m sure psychologists would have a lot to say about this – “archetypes”, “wish fulfilment”, “the anima” – it’s all there if you label it conventionally!

From one strange encounter to another strange event. Let me tell you next time about the finding of the Caerleon ley line and what it did to my compass!

Gwas.

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