It was a damp and windy September day when I arrived at my friend Michael’s house. The usual crew of our psychic friends were there, plus a new addition whom Michael had been wanting to introduce me to for ages. I was introduced to Janet and immediately I liked her. She was robust, earthy, plain-speaking and no-nonsense. Being a Yorkshire lad I felt right at home with that. We chatted for a while and Janet offered to let me read a copy of “The Eye of Fire” by Graham Philips – the sequel to the astonishing book “The Green Stone“. I had read The Green Stone recently and had been fascinated by it. I was going to buy the book and its sequel second-hand but prices were starting at £20 each and rising quickly to ridiculous figures! Luckily, Janet had a copy and was willing to lend it to me. I devoured its contents the next weekend! Now I am busy working my way through Andrew Collins‘ account of the same events in his book ”The Seventh Sword“.

The Eye of Fire

We didn’t hold out much hope for a break in the rain as we wended our way past some of the places mentioned in the Green Stone book, particularly Biddulph Grange. The discussions about the books passed the time on the way to Arbor Low. I was liking Janet even more, her ready smile, her chuckle, and her immediate warmth.

A Typical Arbor Low Greeting

On the walk up to Arbor Low we were greeted by a cheeky urchin – one of the boys who lived at the farmhouse that governs the  £1 entrance fee. He was ensuring that all the weekend visitors paid their way. We were sure we’d get our money’s worth.

As we approached the site I made my customary announcement that as I was moon-aligned I would be going in via the top entrance, and began to walk around to the right of the raised earthwork. As we reconvened inside the circle I asked what everyone’s first impressions were. The uniform response was “we don’t like this place”. Oh! Honestly, I didn’t care for it much either, but only because it was never clement enough for me to feel that I could spend enough time here to get to attune to the place. Clearly other felt the same way, but the response still startled me in that it was so un-hesitantly delivered by everyone.

Attempts at work

Mike and I got together to discuss whether we felt there was any healing work to be done at the site. After taking a psychic reading and doing some dowsing our conclusion was that there might be work to do, but that we couldn’t do anything until Spring Equinox next year (2012). We both concluded that it was the wrong thing to attempt at this time, and that the site was going to shut itself down for the next six months, and doing any energetic work at all would be futile.

As if the weather hadn’t put enough of a damper on the occasion, now we had no-one liking the site and nothing to do here. We ambled around randomly like American tourists. Until we overheard an American tourist talking about one of the central stones (the “sacrificial stone” , as the tourist called it). A quick dowsed confirmed my thoughts – that stone had never been used for sacrifice, and it was certainly never designed or positioned for that purpose.

Arbor Low's central 'sacrifice' stone

I decided to check whether it had any power centres or energy spiral around it. I dowsed a small negative spiral (negative in the sense that I was not compatible with it, and that it was detrimental to my energy field). I checked if it was linked to anything else. It was. Nearby and still close to the stone was another negative spiral. And another. Then another. And they kept on coming! In all I counted NINE negative energy spirals surrounding the central stone. No wonder we all felt psychically that the site was not welcoming!

Yet there was nothing we could do about it at this time. We checked and checked again. This was the way it was and there was nothing we could or should do to influence it.

Psychic Ruth from Navan Fort

As I stood chatting to one of our group Maddy introduced me to a young lady with a Northern Irish accent. She was called Ruth and said she was from Navan Fort, in County Armagh. I didn’t know Navan Fort, but like many people I got it confused with Navan, which I knew from when Kal and I visited County Meath a year or so ago. We visited the Hill of Tara then, and that was close to Navan. [ed. correction courtesy of Nora - see comments for details]

Maddy had felt we might get along because Ruth had just pendulum-dowsed the same nine spirals that I had found, but she had gone further. She said she could see them too, and she could also see the larger spiral (“a spirit line”, as she called it) that connected them all to the radial lines emanating from the central stone. Aha – now that was pure confirmation of our findings on previous occasions! I was now very interested in what Ruth had to say about the site, and we continued to swap findings.

After our conversation I set about dowsing for the Genius LociGenius Loci means 'spirit of the place' and refers to the geological/gaian spirit of place. It is transfixed to a place – being an embodiment of the collective intelligence of the place.. I found the Genius LociGenius Loci means 'spirit of the place' and refers to the geological/gaian spirit of place. It is transfixed to a place – being an embodiment of the collective intelligence of the place. just off the Moon Entrance path, very much in the path that I had dowsed it took on a previous visit, and that made me pleased that my dowsing was consistent over time. I came back to chat with Janet, and we got into a chat about what the site could have been used for, and whether the stones were always recumbent. I felt that they were always like that, and that they may be star maps. I certainly felt that the site as a whole was a place of learning, like a sort of neolithic observatory-cum-university. Janet went misty-eyed and then wistfully agreed that she felt that I might be right.

Retreat to Gib Hill

(c) Twenty Trees Photography

The weather turned even less inviting. In an effort to escape the unrelenting wind and driving rain we made our way to nearby Gib Hill – a mound with no known archaeological purpose. Really?

As I climbed the twenty-feet high mound I asked the dowsing rods to locate anything on the hill that was of energetic interest. The rods led me very directly to the only stone on the top of the mound. It was vaguely rectangular, tending towards square. The dowsing rods went mad on top of it – twirling strongly. I began to investigate further. I felt it was an entrance stone – a stone placed on top of the entrance to the mound to seal it off. Just as I was contemplating how I could possible zoom into this idea in more detail and was formulating some questions other people began to gather around it with their own ideas. And Ruth had joined us again.

Ruth called the mound a “beacon fire”. She said that there was a strong bright yellow and orange fire emanating from this stone in particular, which made the whole mound glow from a distance. No-one else saw this, however, except her. Still she pressed her point home, expressing how warm the stone was – couldn’t everyone else feel it? We all knelt down to feel how warm the entrance stone was. Some got a tingle. I didn’t. I feel that if you hold your hand a few millimetres away from any surface you will feel the reflected warmth of your hand! I think that’s what was being felt. When I felt the stone it felt cold – as cold as the air on this chilly late Summer day.

Michael suggested that the word “Gib” might suggest a hanging site, perhaps linked to the work “gibbet“? I dowsed to see whether Gib had ever seen any such events – none. Others confirmed this too, although I liked the idea that “gibbet” also meant a forked stick. This reminded me of the traditional dowsing rod – a forked twig.

Goodbye Arbor Low – see you in the Summer

We retreated back to the car, saying our farewells to Ruth and her boyfriend. Before I left her I scribbled down a list of nearby sacred sites that she might like to visit if she had a few days in the area. Our hands were now so cold that it was difficult to write even, and no-one was interested in dowsing or anything else except to find warm shelter. Besides we were hungry. We had brought a picnic but this was definitely not picnic weather. A new low for Arbor Low. I don’t think I have ever left the place so disappointed at the visit. A sad day. I think I will only go back there if there is something that specifically leads me to the place, and if the day is guaranteed to be warm and sunny.

Gwas.

Showing outer stone positions and inner stone energy links

I can now picture how we can map our dowsing without having to rely on sketches or memory – it’s real-time dowsing being recorded. The stone positions are indicated by the spikes as I re-traced my steps once the rods crossed. The inner circles are the exact paths as they circled the inner stones and weaved around each other.

Gwas.