Posts Tagged ‘faeries’
Sit down, get yourself a cup of tea! This is a long one. Yet, for all that, it is probably the most interesting experience I have ever had, as it taught me that my new-found abilities have evidence to back them up, and that has been a priceless reminder that following this druidic path is at the heart of my being, despite the moments of doubt along the way.
In the last few months I had my first visit to Knypersley Reservoir. During that visit I confirmed that there was something unwholesome, something that felt ‘bad’ about Gawton’s Well. Of course, such things are subjective, but it felt bad for me, for my friend, and for the person who reported the issue in the first place. Knowing we were all “nice” people, I felt this was sufficient grounds for me to try to reverse the situation, and to make the place feel more inviting to people of a similar disposition to me.
A group of friends had gathered together one late July afternoon for lunch and a chat. I was fidgety. In the back of my mind I knew that we were not far away from the Knypersley site, and it was on my mind to bring the matter to a conclusion soon. I put the matter to the circle of friends and they agreed to come out with me providing that the weather was in our favour. At that time it was sunny one minute and heavy rain the next. We agreed to see how the weather was on arrival. And so I had managed to rally some powerful psychics, mediums and energy workers to help me in my earth healing.
I knew that I was going to need some help from the group. Usually I work alone but after my last encounter with the strength of the force that pervaded the well area I wasn’t going to tackle this alone. In preparation I had done some remote viewing of the site to see if I could find out some information psychically. It was a sort of test of my new-found skills – the skills of the hawk – Gwalchmai’s Gift, if you like. The ability to remotely view a place from an aerial viewpoint.
Here is what I learned when I did that:-
- The well has been used for dark ritualistic purposes (the group narrowed this down, but I won’t say more here).
- There are many traps set up in the place – things buried, energetic trip-wires to alert the practitioners to the presence of those who work against them
- The buried items are at a tree next to the well head, and another about fifteen feet to the left of the well head.
- The worst element is the polluted well itself, which spreads its black energies out into the surrounding woodland and more importantly the nearby pool
This was the information I had to work with. There were two things that we knew from the previous visit that we would need in order to successfully re-balance the well’s energies – sunlight and joy. The sunlight was looking doubtful, and although there was good-hearted chatter, it was tinged with a wary doubt about what was to come.
As we approached alongside the reservoir two of us stopped – we felt an energetic barrier – like a checkpoint. Over the years I have become accustomed to the feel of such changes in energetic pressure. I liken it to walking outside into a hot day when having been in an air-conditioned room. You can feel a swell of change, like a wave or waft of air signifying a change in pressure between two places, but it is on an energetic level – nothing to do with the actual air temperature. You notice it in your navel region and it makes your diaphragm jerk in response, as though some invisible force was pushing at your abdomen.
I said to the assembly, “Someone knows we’re here.” The most experience of the psychics was calm and reassuring, “Indeed they do, but they can’t do anything about it.” A wry smile cheered everyone up a little.
We arrived at a bridge over a pond and some of the people who hadn’t visited before became entranced by the view of the pond on one side of the bridge wall. Well they might, for this had been the spot where previously Mike had seen nature spirits dancing on the pretty little island that stood in the water at the far end of the pond. Today others too saw the faeries excited at the presence of the group. The rest of us just took the opportunity to gather ourselves whilst there was talk of mini-rainbows exploding over the pond. Those with deeper sight were blessed with a spectacle that the rest of us could only imagine.
As we reconvened to go on there was a moment of silence that spoke volumes about the anticipation levels. I think everyone felt they were readying themselves for a tough energetic battle. A slight dreary rain began to fall as the clouds drew closer together to enhance the gloom.
Sean Quinn, once Ireland’s wealthiest man, is now bankrupt. Some are beginning to speculate as to why this might be – dodgy deals, reckless investments, or bad luck? Well, the bad luck angle is getting some airplay at the moment. Some people put the collapse down to a single decision made in the heyday of the Quinn empire, when Quinn Concrete wanted to expand its quarrying to encompass Aughrim Wedge Tomb – a megalithic site on the Cavan/Fermanagh county border in Northern Ireland.
Of course, the press are blaming “faeries”, and the locals are adding grist to that mill. In my experience, though, there are invisible sentient presences who are charged with the custodianship of sacred sites, and who are sustained energetically by the location and construction of these megalithic monuments. Kal has many tales of times when he has been symbolically or actually “smacked” or nearly had his eye poked out simply because he failed to acknowledge their presence before trampling over their homes. I have also learned from my early mistakes and now I treat these Spirits of Place with a great deal of respect, approaching them as spiritual equals.
It is no surprise to me that Mr Quinn has found that forces beyond his control have intervened in this affairs and that his “luck” has taken a turn for the worse. Of course, the two events may be completely unconnected. Without knowing the man and dowsing his circumstances I couldn’t hope to know whether there has actually been any energetic interference in the course of his life and destiny, but I would say this: you would do well to consider this as a possibility, a cautionary tale.
My advice is to consider the needs of the site’s citizens whether visible or not before ploughing ahead with your own needs when it comes to sacred places!
Source: Belfast Telegraph
I once thought I caught a phenomenon commonly called an “Orb” in a photograph I took in 2010 at the West Kennett Long Barrow in Wiltshire. I had been inside doing some meditation. When I finished I went around each chamber taking pictures for the blog. Later, when I looked at the chamber in the photograph in which I had had the profoundest connection I found a ball of transparent light on the picture. I remember quite distinctly having an “urge” to take two pictures one after the other. Now, there was no reason for doing this because I only took one picture of the other parts of the barrow, but when it came to this particular chamber I took tow, quickly in succession. One had a transparent globe of light on it and the other didn’t.
I then did some research on orb lights. Professional photographers had done a good job of totally dismissing the phenomenon, and had cites the following contributing factors to why the phenomenon occurred:-
- Digital camera technology
- Flash photography
- Specks of dust or rain in the atmosphere
In fact, this article went a long way to making me think that it was all just a product of a combination of cheap technology and airborne particles:
“This comprehensive survey strongly supports the hypothesis that orbs are simply the result of dust and other airborne material drifting close to the camera and reflecting the flash illumination back toward the image sensor and provides long overdue definitive evidence that their origin lies firmly within the mundane and explainable, not the paranormal or supernatural.
A 3 megapixel CCD actually captures less than 10% of the total image information available within a scene when compared with a 35mm camera negative. The software has to ‘fill in’ these gaps in the image by making comparisons with the information from neighbouring pixels, thus a single pin point of light in a scene may be ignored completely or seen and then ‘expanded’ by the software as it compares and interpolates each pixel with it’s neighbours – the single point source of light becoming a gradually larger and fainter circle of light – giving the characteristic circular Orb anomaly.”
Well, my camera is a 10 megapixel camera, but let’s not be too picky about this. I couldn’t rule any of those factors out of the West Kennett situation – I had used a digital camera with a flash, and it was surely quite dusty in there.
Weeks later I took some more photographs using a flash where I knew there was lots of dust and got the same transparent glowing globes on my picture. Later I took some pictures in the rain and got the same. Transparent orbs which had an ethereal appearance. Well, mystery solved then, it was merely a trick of the light and the technology. I put orbs away to the back of my mind and though no more about them.
Then recently, I copied some pictures off my camera from a special day that M and I had spent at Formby Point on the Wirral, Merseyside. It had been special for one particular moment. I had an urge to go down a particular path despite it not looking particularly promising, and despite the weather being cold. I had that urge. So much so, i connected to the forest and expanded my aura into it in order to “feel” what was going on. Something was calling…
As we were walking through a mixed forest of pine trees and birch trees near to the shoreline I saw a peculiar bent-over tree that reminded me of my favourite tree in Delamere Forest and also Alderley Edge which were also bent over.
I stopped next to the tree. M realised that I wasn’t following her and stopped too. Why had I stopped? I filled the time in by taking some pictures while I thought about an answer to that question. After the first photo I felt odd. I didn’t want to take any more pictures, but I made myself zoom in on the way that a birch tree had grown into the bent over pine tree, but all the time I was doing this something was nagging at me, saying “This is irrelevant!”. Very odd feeling, so I stopped taking pictures.
Even though M was waiting for me I said I needed a moment. I tuned into the pine tree, placing my hand a foot above the point where the birch tree joined it, and the crook of its “arm” as it reached for the sky. A frisson of energy made me shiver and I used the connection to send loving thoughts to the tree, and to the forest in general, wishing it a long life and thanking it for being so unusual and delightful to look at.
Then we carried on our walk. The sky was grey, dull and cloud-covered, threatening rain. Minutes later I had collected shells from the shore and washed them in the sea, asking for the sea to bless the shells. For some reason I would need them later, and I put them into my pocket. We walked back. The rain stayed away until we got back to the car. We had been very lucky.
Today, I copied the pictures from that visit to my PC and looked at them. Here is the one of the bent-over tree:
What can I say? Low light, no rain, no dust, and too many coincidences.
Gwas. Believing again.
We have started the New Year back on track with the release of our first podcast.
There’s plenty to get your teeth into in this episode, including new books I’ve received this month, plus reviews of the ones that I have read too.
For the first time on a podcast I do a reading of a Ted Hughes poem, there is some response to reader feedback, and some indications of the directions we will be going in for the coming year.
Of course, there are all your favourite regular features too, so sit back and enjoy the latest podcast, to be found as always on our podcast page.
Happy New Year!