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This is the penultimate Cornish post for this Winter. Well done if you’ve made it through them so far. Has it made you want to go to Cornwall this summer? Has it become like a series of Tourist Board adverts? I have some new findings to discuss in this post. I would find out more about the types of subtle energy at sacred sites, and then find an interesting link with the stars.
The Tilted Quoit
My visit was to Lesquite Quoit (also known as Lanivet Quoit or Trebyan Quoit), a dolmen near to the village of Sweetshouse in Cornwall. It can be reached by venturing down some tiny roads westward off the B3268 south from Lanhydrock House. Head towards Lanlivet until you reach an electricity sub-station, where you can park off the road (however, it does attract the attention of the local farmer, who I am sure would have quizzed me had I not been leaving when he drove past).
It appears to be in a state of disrepair. The capstone seems to have slipped. Maybe a supporting stone got removed?
I dowsed the site thoroughly despite the cold. I was curious to find that there was male energy when I asked to find some. At this time of the year the male energy was usually not in existence. This paradox made me think deeper – was I actually asking for the right “kind” of male energy? Maybe I needed to differentiate between earth energy and celestial energy? I began to dowse again with that differentiating factor built into the questioning.
- Was there male EARTH energy at this site? NO.
- Was there male CELESTIAL energy at this site? YES.
- What is the source of the celestial energy? SUN and STARS for the male energy, MOON for the female.
So, it seemed that there were four possible energy forms at the dolmen. Now I knew that I needed to dowse for all four possible types of energy form – EARTH MALE, EARTH FEMALE, CELESTIAL MALE and CELESTIAL FEMALE. What would I find?
Before the Winter Solstice I spent a week down in Cornwall. My wife was working down there and I had a week’s holiday to take, so I decided that the trip would server two purposes – I’d be there to support her with the driving and taking her out for a proper meal together in the evening, but also I would have the day free to visit many of the great places that Kal and I had visited in the summer – perhaps some new ones too.
I would be able to test how the energies felt at this time of the year, and it would also be a more leisurely visit, as I would have as much time as I needed to spend at any place. As it turned out, in winter, it’s not ideal to be hanging around in some of these exposed places getting wet and cold! And so, as each day arrived, I would pick a part of the county and head to that area, looking for new and familiar sites to visit. I got through many more sites than I imagined! Many of them I couldn’t find, or didn’t exist any more, and I haven’t documented that wasted time, but in the next seven or so posts I will take you through my experiences at the many places I did get to see. The experiences vary from simple tourist visits, photographic opportunities and walk to encounters with spirits and progress on my quests.
Come with me into Cornwall in Winter! First stop – the village of St Cleer on Bodmin Moor.
1. Doniert’s Stone
I was heading towards Bodmin Moor from the south. Normally I would approach from the east or the north, so I was driving on roads I didn’t know. By chance, one of these roads passed by a site called “Doniert’s Stone” – a tall pillar which once had a cross on it. Now it is broken into two remaining parts. Interestingly, the inscription can still be read, and talks about the person buried at the site – Donyarth, the last recorded King of Cornwall (then part of the tribal state of Dumnonia).
I found the location of the spirit of place for the site. It was very close to the broken cross, so I sat down on one of the stones to see what I could find out by communing. I firstly asked to connect to “Donyarth”. Here was the information that I got back from ym conversation:-
He wanted it known that his name was pronounced “Den-EYE-art” with the emphasis on the EYE part. Quite insistent on that!
He loved the land he was buried in, and this location particularly
I asked if there was anything I could do, but there wasn’t. He was staying, and didn’t need or want anything from anyone. I began to realise that although I was in contact with him, we were not compatible. The longer I tuned in to him the less I liked him. These days that’s a rarity for me, and such sentiments are usually reserved for those who are arrogant, self-centred or haughty. Doniert had all three of these qualities. I said my goodbyes, and left.
There was so much more to see today, I didn’t want to hang around. I still had Trethecy Quoit, The Hurlers and The Cheesewring to see.
In the final part of my South Wales posts I will be telling you about the amazing chamber of Tinkinswood, and how dowsing revealed some intriguing explanations for the usage of the chamber and how it was powered by Elemental Masters. What are ‘Elemental Masters’? Good question. Read on!
We parked at the entrance to the field with the sign pointing towards the Tinkinswood Chamber [map]. We had only gone slightly out of our way – entering the edge of Cardiff itself – before we realised our mistake and doubled back. Once we had our bearings finding the chamber was relatively easy, with some helpful brown tourist signs along the way near to the village of St Nicholas. Tinkinswood chamber itself was also easy to get to with a short walk down into a shallow valley and back up into the next field. As you rise up into the field the chamber hoves into view like some neolithic battleship.
The site is beautiful, surrounded by trees (although they had been severely cut back when were visited, which made us wince a little). The only other blight is the nearby electricity pylons, but they don’t seem to be affecting the power and quality of the energies at this site. Possibly they are just far enough away not to affect it. There really does not seem to be any geographical reason why the pylons were brought anywhere near to the site, but that’s the way it is.
The sun was beginning to near the horizon as we arrived, and the early evening light lent the scene a mystical quality that backlit the chamber in a fascinating way, and made the sun twinkle through the trees around the site. As we approached the chamber neither Kal nor I felt any need to go into the chamber itself even though it was incredibly open and inviting. For some reason we both completely avoided going into it throughout the whole visit. Possibly we do not need the initiatory energies that lie inside it?
In this second part of my Anglesey outing for Lughnasagh I will be telling you about my meditation at the Benllech dolmen, and a revealing dowsing encounter.The story is also a warning to those who are still struggling to allow their intuition to be their primary guide through life. Sometimes our tales are of greatness, and sometimes of woe. As you have come to know we do not spare the truth to save the story.
3.Benllech dolmen (Megalithic)
I knew where the stones were even before I parked. Yes, I had studied a map as best I could to get a feel for their location, but this was the now familiar extra-sensory feel which has all the feel of a magnet being positioned at a certain point around the head. I simply had to face into the magnetic stream to let it position my gaze in the right direction. “Simply” I say, as though it were the easiest and most natural thing in the world – which it is. But there’s the trick – to let it happen.
Having located the general direction I began to pick apart the clues in the surroundings – a footpath sign, a track through a field over a stile, a gateway without a gate. As I crossed a field my gaze was taken by a startled hare that was out in the dew-laden field whose morning misty veil had only just lifted to reveal a pleasanter day that had been forecast. The hare and I observed each other, both our senses feeling for warning signs before retreating into cover. Our precedence does us no favours among the timid.
I noted the path across the field, and then spotted one up through the gorse. I decided to follow my rational sense. There was a prostrate footpath sign and my rational brain worked out that it could only be indicating the path across the field given the configuration of pointers. I went the way I had been instructed, yet hankered after the gorse path, looking back at it longingly, whilst my rational brain began to assess the possible ways beyond the field, scanning for the continuation of the decided path. After fifteen minutes of searching atop the field I didn’t find the dolmen and had to go back to the fallen sign. Then my intuition told me again that the dolmen was not far along the smaller path through the gorse. This time I followed my intuition and within two minutes I had found the dolmen nestled within a clump of bushes and not obvious at all. Yet I walked straight to it when I switched off my ‘primary senses’ in favour of my primitive ones.
I asked the dowsing rods if the site was energetically active? YES. Could I do work here? YES. As I began to prepare for a ritual by getting some incense out and lighting it I had another intuitive feeling, so I asked the dowsing rods was I going to be interrupted during the ritual? YES! I decided to slightly change me plans to accommodate this. I began to dowse around to find out which energies were in the area. I found one male and one female energy centre inside the dolmen. I was directed to sit at the female centre. I knew this already somehow – both its position and orientation. I had felt its presence by tuning my mind into the frequency of the energy I wished to find. It had shown itself to me as a feeling of an invisible vortex being in the periphery of my sight. I knew its nature even though I couldn’t actually see it.
I followed the lines I had dowsed = the male and the female – to their sources. The male energy came from an elder tree right next to the dolmen. The female line came from a hawthorn tree some fifteen feet away. As I began to think about wrapping up the dowsing a seagull flew in figures of eight above me squawking wildly. I reasoned that it was probably warning me to stay away from it’s nest. It was, however, most insistent even though I was not moving anywhere. I decided to follow it. It led me away further into the bushes along a well-used path – cawing occasionally in a less insistent voice – a confirmatory voice. “That’s right, this way” it seemed to say. At a 90 degree bend in the path the seagull circled squawking noisily in a tight circle above me. I looked up from my dowsing rods to see them pointing off to one side at a large stone that had been used to prop up a fence post. I dowsed it and found it was a strong female energy emitter. The seagull flew back towards the dolmen at this point, singing in a seagull shanty. Something else to show me, I mused? I followed the line out of the stone. It headed back to the dolmen.
I followed the line all the way back to within sight of the dolmen’s slanted stones when the female line went around the dolmen site – call it the periphery of the site’s aura – at a distance of some twenty five feet. Once I had fought my way through the bushes to discover its total circumference the gull suddenly stopped and flew off! A sure sign that I had found what I had been invited to find. My mind turned to thoughts of how this site might be used by a neo-shamanic druid with no particular purpose.
Let them pass, sir, let them pass!
I secured the boundaries of the site using the female perimeter line, washing it with intent and preventing intrusion by unwanted or unhelpful energies or people. I arranged my crystals – four elemental crystals – to coincide with the cardinal points. I let the crystals form an energetic shape that would attract the elemental energies – they formed a simple cross. Some incense was lit to clear and prepare the air for meditation. I stood at the entrance to the dolmen, letting its acoustic properties become my earphone as I awaited the “interruption” that I had been foretold would happen. Suddenly I could hear voices and the hammer of hooves slowly plodding. A troupe of small ponies and riders appeared moments later on one of the paths close to the dolmen. After saying hello and letting them pass I was on my own. At last!
Then I went into the dolmen and asked the Spirit Of Place if it was permissible for me to draw a circle. I got a positive response (slight breath of wind in my face) so I created a druid circle in which to work. Once secured and sealed, I began to ask the Spirit Of Place for some information about my healing quest.
The information I got was simply this – should I continue learning healing, or do something else? Learn healing. How should I progress with this? A picture of turquoise appeared. Only that. I should concentrate on learning about the turquoise healing frequency and master it. To me this frequency is associated with divine energy and healing from the heart or with love.
This was enough for me, and I said my farewells, leaving a posy of gently tied wild flowers wrapped around a white feather that I had brought from Glastonbury. This was my Lammas gift – a symbol of the abundance of Nature at this time of the year, and respectfully asking the permission of the plant spirits to use these specimens, saying how much I appreciated the beauty of Nature’s gifts. I did each pluck of the stems with loving care in the name of The Goddess and in tribute. With this simple decomposable posy I marked the passing of one energy season to another – of the wane of summer and the waxing of autumn. I acknowledged the energy balance begin to shift towards decay. I noticed the fallen leaves and the yellowing leaves at the base of shrubs and trees. I felt the first afternoon chill lay upon the island stronghold of the druids and I felt like I was with them across all senses of time, marking the things they had marked but in my own way
This was new tradition. Remembered or imagined, I was making it real and present.
August 23rd, 2010 – Tal-y-Fan Mountain, Conwy, North Wales.
In this second post describing my day’s visit to the sites around the Tal-Y-Fan mountain I describe some standing stones that are nearby to each other, and then a visit to a cromlech (or dolmen). After visiting the stone circle of Cerrig Pryfaid I was aware that the rain clouds were coming over the hills behind the stone circle, so i drove back down the track to the junction, parked there, and made preparations for a wet visit to the next few sites, all of which would be new to me.
Ffon-y-Cawr (The Giant’s Staff) and Ffon-y-Y-Cawr (The Giant’s Stick, or Picell Arthur)
I was able to locate these stones thanks to them being listed on a site called Megalithic Walks. I have used this site before to locate local megalithic sites because their directions and walking instructions are both accurate and helpful. What I should have done was to take a closer look at The Megalithic Portal before I went, because there were some more sites in the area, but I was in too much of a rush to spend the time to research the area properly. Still, it leaves me with a good excuse to go back at some point.
As I walked down the track, past two gates, then I noticed the blade-like shape of The Giant’s Staff. I approached it from the southern side and took some photographs. I wouldn’t say that it was too windy to dowse, because I have dowsed in a gale before, but it was discouraging and so I didn’t do much more than confirm the presence of some female energy, and measure and aura around the stone. I was intent on finding the dolmen, and it had just started to rain. For me, the idea of climbing inside a dolmen sounded quite appealing at that point.
As I continued on my way down the track that was rapidly turning into a shallow stream something int he field to my right caught my eye. I stopped to peep over at the sheep and saw that, in amongst them was a directional needle stone – later I found out it was called The Giant’s Stick. It was pointing towards the lakes in the valley below, it seemed to me. I will try to get an exact bearing next time I visit in good weather, but I would say it was pointing roughly North East – towards the sunrise at a significant point in the year, I would suggest.
Maen Y Bardd cromlech (The Poet’s Stone)
The main event loomed into view. It was unmissable, and I was glad that my walking boots had ensured allowing me to reach this point in relative dryness. Now the rainw as coming down much harder and I made towards the cromlech in search of shelter. Any fun intestigating it would have to wait. I dived inside as the winds howled and the rain lashed. In my haste I nearly tripped myself up getting in, but recovered and sat down in a heap. To complete stillness inside! It was like someone had put a great lid on a jar of angry bees. A tickle of air squeezed through the tighly-fitted stones at the back, and outside – as though on a television screen – I was horizontal rain passing by like an angry swarm of some biblical plague. Inside, all was dry and welcoming. I sat back and made myself comfortable, which was surprisingly easy despite the confined space. It was lovely. You know that feeling of being inside when all hell is breaking loose outside and rain is battering your window panes, but you’ve got a warm fire going inside and you’re dry? That was how I felt then. Safe, secure, home.
Whatever the intended purpose of these cromlechs, one of their functions is quite clearly practical! If you’re out on those hills and the weather turns on you, there’s no better place to sit it out. It was as though someone had oriented the stones to form the perfect barrier – no wind, no rain penetrated. And yet, I sat looking out of the side of the structure like looking through a huge window at the valley below, wreathed in the mists of rain. I was protected even though the “window” was wide open. Genius design.
The homely feel began to have its effect. I began to zone out and ponder. I didn’t yet know that the structure was called The Poet’s Stones, and yet there I was dreaming about the majesty of the view, the way the lakes lay static and glistening in the valley below, and was creating metaphors for the rain in my mind. I was just thinking that this would be a delightful view on a sunny day when the rain began to ease off. Minutes later the sun broke through a spotlit several patched around. Again my mind went into poetry mode and I stared admiringly at this natural spectacle, taking photograpsh that I knew would never capture the beauty of those moments, the intense lighting and contrast, the suddenness of the shifts in weather. The atmosphere was highly spiritual.
Back to practical matters. With the rains easing and the sun out I dowsed the cromlech I found that it was energetically clear and neutral. There were no energies present inside, no genius loci, no nature spirits, no elementals, no earth energies – nothing. There was nothing to ask permission from, so I added violet and gold energies to make the site more inviting to anything that may wish to inhabit the space, and asked for green natural lines to be attracted to the site by linking it to the stone circle above. Next time I visit the little hideaway I will check to see whether lines such as those are present or not.
So, there’s still more to see in this area, and of course, just over the other side of Tal-y-Fan are all the sites around Penmaenmawr which deserve more time too. Oh, if only the week was ten days long!
20th August, 2010 – Trevethy Quoit, St Cleer, Cornwall
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!
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.
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
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!
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.
This is the last, final and ultimate post on this year’s Ireland trip. We only went for a weekend but it has generated so many posts because so much happened in the three days we were there! This is the last one, and probably the one that taught us the most valuable lesson, even though that lesson was once again a painful one.
On the Sunday evening we had discussed what we should do the next day. Kal wanted to show me a bookshop he had discovered at Tara and said that I would be interested in talking to the proprietor. Sounded good, so that was our plan. Monday morning over breakfast I had forgotten all about that for some reason. Only later would the reason be known to me - by that time I had attracted the unwelcome attention of a leprechaun from Tara. I was no longer making sensible decisions, as the events of this day and Kal’s behaviour towards me would bear out completely.
We had trouble finding the village for starters. A seemingly easy route that would take us most of the way towards the Ferry Terminal at Dun Laoghaire, and yet we managed to make it very difficult to find. We parked miles away from the supposed location of the portal tomb, and decided to walk what seemed a simple route to access it. Again, nothing about this day would turn out to be easy. We walked up tiny tracks (barely roads) past houses that weren’t marked on my GPS map, and were always being diverted and lead away from our intended destination! How frustrating! We persevered, climbing over a gate to follow an overgrown track alongside a field lined by prickly hawthorn hedges. Now we could at least see the dolmen, perched on the opposite hillside to where we were, only a few tantalising fields widths away from where we were. Surely this track would lead us there? No. It ended, and we were presented with a small hole in the hawthorn through which we might be able to squeeze if we wanted to. Does this sound familiar? Kal sounded a warning shot across the bows! I urged us closer and we scrambled through into a field in the full heat of the midday sun. Sweat broke out, and we paused for breath. Then onwards in a curious silence across the field.
Next we fought our way through two fields, crossing a stream on the way between them. Somehow Kalmanaged to fall into it and get his feet wet! At the end of the field we were a mere hedge’s width away from reaching a road that looked like it could only lead to the dolmen. However – it was a hedge that even a Hedge Druid balks at – Red Rum would have thought twice about leaping this one! However, something was driving me on without any thought of sense and I urged Kal to use the old martial artist’s trick ‘walking lightly’ – this is where one imagines one is light as a feather and walks accordingly. Honestly, once mastered you’d be astounded by what this can achieve. As with dowsing, the trick is not to think at all about what you’re doing - just believe that you can do it. Next thing you know I was walking on top of the hedge and leaping down to the side of the road. Kal went next and immediately plunged knee deep into the prickly hawthorn branches! Honestly, I almost stifled my laugh, but not completely. Kalwas beginning to get annoyed at this journey now. Like I wasn’t?!! We were both sweating cobs, and Kal was wet and lacerated into the bargain. Hmm….still we were almost there now….only a few hundred feet to go.
The Kilternan Dolmen
Sure enough, a few short minutes later we were alongside the open field where the dolmen say resplendent in the summer sunshine. I was drawn towards it, passing under the electric wire that was designed to keep the one or two small horses that grazed the field in check. Kal faltered. He wouldn’t pass the electric barrier and retreated giving me stern looks. I was away, however, taking his reticence for a bad mood after the hedge-scraping incident. I shouted back at him -’I’ll do some quick dowsing and then we can get off’. But it wasn’t going to be as simple as that.
Kal retired to a boulder next to the road and began to take an interest in the horses that were wandering down towards him. I, on the other hand, had my dowsing rods out and was eager to check this hard-won site out:-
- Was there energy here? YES. Good, because I was concerned about the use of concrete pillars to support the capstone and whether this had affected the energies.
- Had the power of the site been adversely affected by the concrete pillars? YES. But some energy remained? YES.
- Was it beneficial energy? YES, sort of. That half yes response again which meant – “re-formulate your question slightly“.
- Was it beneficial to me? YES. Was it beneficial to Kal? NO. Oh! Perhaps he had intuitively recognised that?
- Could I do some energy work here? YES.
- Did the site need healing? NO. Was it balanced? YES. Hmmm…then what to do….?
- Was there a spirit of place here? NO. Did there used to be one? YES.
- Is the cave-like interior suitable for shaping my aura? YES. Could I do that today? YES.
- Would that process be helped by incense? YES. How many sticks? 3. I lit three sticks and went to sit inside the dolmen’s small interior.
Minutes later I was imagining the seven colours of the chakras I had been working with all integrating into my aura as one white light. The shape of the interior seemed to facilitate this intuitive imagining, and I felt like it helped to compress the various frequencies of light and colour into the one blended layer. I felt…integrated with myself and satisfied. I emerged to re-join Kal to see if he was over his strange mood.