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Glastonbury Solstice – Part 3: The Dragon Vision
June 30th, 2010 | 
Author: This is the third part of the story of my recent pil;grimage to Glastonbury. “Pilgrimage” – that’s what I’m calling these visits because that’s how I feel about them – they are modern-day pilgrimages to a “site of special spiritual interest”, to adopt and mutate the SSSI designation. Glastonbury itself recognises this and has a Pilgrimage Centre where people can go to get information about places to visit and what’s on – sort of like a Tourist Information Centre for Seekers.
So, in the last parts I told you how I sloughed off the energetic attachment of a trickster spirit, got a surprise at a crop circle, then took two trips up the Tor trying to totally tune my tantra. That’s not strictly accurate, but it was the only synonym I could find that was alliterative! I was in the process of working on my heart chakra – the chakra os assimilation, integration, love, emotion and…well, here’s what one site says:
“According to contemporary buddhist teacher Tarthang Tulku, the heart chakra is very important for the feeling of existential fulfillment” (source: Sensagent Dictionary)
‘Existential fulfillment’, huh? Well, I’m pretty fulfilled in that respect, being a trainee druid. So, the day before I had watched the sun set on the horizon from The Tor and this morning I set out with Kal to see where I would end up. There were no plans except a starting point – them’s the rules. Our starting point this day would be the “entrance portals” that are the Gog and Magog trees (now sadly, only one remains).
Guardians of The Entrance: Gog and Magog
No time was wasted this morning – we knew, after last year’s visit, exactly how to get to the trees. It was early (i.e. before tour buses arrived) so all was quiet, even on the campsite next to the ancient oaks. Kal hovered around outside while I clambered into the nettle-strewn glade that forms a triangular cordon around the trees. I was taken aback at how much the first tree (Gog apparently) had paled and depreciated in the last year since she had been burned on the inside by some ardent “worshipper” and his zealous candle. I’m sure there were vestiges of life last year. This year he was totally barren and crumbling fast. It was quite dis-heartening to see.
The legendary and dead Gog Oak tree
Luckily, although I felt the waves of trauma and sadness coming from his partner Magog, she was in decent health. In her hollow I placed the two things I possessed that had a healing energy: a special slice of rose-coloured crystal that I had been given as a gift specifically to use for heart chakra work, and my ash staff. How the giver of this crystal had known I was going to do such work is beyond me, but that’s another story. Alongside the crystal I put my staff in the bole too. I placed my hands on the gnarled bark of the tree and, after the waves of anguish had ebbed away I put some loving energy into the tree. She was clearly pining (or is it “oaking”?), and it seemed like the only thing I could do that wasn’t a selfish act. I wasn’t here to take this time – I was here to give.
Three is a magic number
Oh yes it is. Good things come in trees {sic} so having passed between the trees as a starting point to my morning’s processional way I rejoined Kal and we headed up the slope towards the ever-present Tor in the distance. This would be the third time in two days we would climb the Tor, and each time the energies, the feelings and the results were different. Today was no exception.
The climb up the Tor was straightforward, although again, I felt the need to do it in bare feet. Again, we went up the quick way, up the steepest slope at the ‘back’ of the Tor. Once on top Kal went off doing his stuff, dowsing and meditating for his own ends. I dowsed to find the best place for me to work with my heart chakra energies, and to commune with the Spirit of the Tor to know what I should do for the next part of the year’s cycle. This was my intention this morning – no messing about! Straight to the ‘heart’ of the matter!
It was only a matter of a few minutes before things began to happen. I had stilled myself, then sent my attention deep into the Tor and outwards up into the skies above, creating a channel between the two. I felt a deep rumbling from within the depths of the Tor! It was only slight, but it was palpable. Something was stirring! Was it within me, or within the earth? What was it that was awakening? Through my deep connection I felt the urge to stand and move to the doorway of St.Michael’s Tower – the building on the Tor’s summit. I was standing now in the Michael and Mary Line, the Great Dragon Line, the strongest ley line int he country that runs across this land’s southern width from one end to the other. My eyes glazed, and suddenly I saw a vision…
The Dragon Hill Vision
…The archway of the building framed Wearyall Hill in the town below. As my attention was placed upon it I saw that it was the shape of a sleeping dragon. I could make out a head curled in, folded wings on its flanks, and a tail snaking out and around the back of the hill. As I watched, an overlay, a transparent copy of the dragon woke and looked up at me. With a snort it unfolded its wings, stretched and then looked at me again as if waiting for an instruction. I wondered what to do…then I realised. It wanted to fly but had forgotten how, after such a long sleep. I sent back the instruction to it in my mind – “Fly!” I said, “Fly!”. The dragon vision lifted its neck, looked upwards, and then beat its huge wings until it raised itself off the ground.
Cultural images abound - e.g. Smaug
Once airborne it circled quickly around Wearyall Hill, still visible in front of me, and spiralled upwards and towards me. As the great red dragon flew over my head it disappeared. So authentic was this vision that I knew to be a vision, that for a moment I blinked in case it flew into me….then it was gone. There was no dragon now. Wearyall Hill was just a hill.
View of Wearyall 'Dragon' Hill through the tower
I understood, in a way that only true gnosis can reveal, what it was I needed to do for the next eighth part of the year. I needed to “wake the dragon” – whatever that turned out to mean. I had to wake it, then teach it how to fly, because it had been sleeping for so long it had forgotten. Straight away I was getting linkages coming through from my reading and learning: red dragon -> serpent -> male earth energy -> serpent fire -> kundalini -> ‘raising the serpent fire’ -> a hill -> flying -> shamanic flying -> raising consciousness…. the connections kept coming. It would take me a few weeks to contemplate what this might mean exactly for me, but the direction was clear and more powerful than ever before.
I thought that was the most revelatory thing that could have happened to me that day and I was content to know my direction, but the best was yet to come. We descended the hill and headed for the quiet contemplation space that is the Chalice Well Gardens. That was where the pilgrimage was truly fulfilled!
Gwas.
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Brittany 3: Mont St.Michel and The Temple of Mars
In the third part of my Brittany visit report I will be covering two sites: the legendary Mont St.Michel and the lesser known Temple of Mars.
Mont St.Michel
Mont St.Michel has a number of things about it that should pique the interest of any dowser, or anyone interested in ancient earth mysteries. Firstly, it is situated on a mound that has legendary association with St.Michael and The Dragon – a signifier of the ‘pinning’ or ‘taming’ of earth energies. Secondly, it is part of the alignment of sites that Hamish Miller discusses in one of his books. Thirdly, the abbey situated at the pinnacle of the mound is crammed with architecture that references The Green Man, dragons, Celtic motifs and pineal glands – not to mention its ‘divine proportions’. All in all, it’s a full day for anyone interested in the Western Mystery tradition!
Nothing radical happened in terms of dowsing, and no major energy work was done there. Instead I went with the intention of seeing whether the information I had been reading from different esoteric authors was accurate. Was there evidence in the form of symbols, Celtic patterns, sacred geometry, number and legend to believe that the concepts and properties of earth energies were known many years ago? Was there evidence of the veneration and preservation of a very ancient knowledge pre-dating the Christian and Roman civilisations that have dominated historical record and study? Was that knowledge built into the very heart and soul of Mont St.Michel?
In addition to keeping an eye out for historical, architectural and decorative symbolism I was also keen to verify Miller’s scant report from his “In Search of the Southern Serpent” book in which he mentions a ‘crossing point’ in Mont St Michel’s Abbey of the Apollo-Athena ley line, a line that runs between two energy lines – the so-called Becker-Hagens grid. There’s a Google Earth overlay displaying just such alignment points. Mont St Michel is situated between two major lines of the icosahedron, but I have my doubts as to the exact placement of the Becker-Hagens lines. Their major crossing points – the concentration of many lines – fall near to but not on some very important megalithic sites. This got me thinking.
Shifting the centre
If the whole grid were shifted such that the crossing point aligned with The Scilly Isles, then suddenly a lot of lines identified by dowsers begin to make sense – the Apollo-Athena line fits next to the Mary and Michael Line through Stonehenge and Dartmoor, on to the tip of Cornwall. The red line in the diagram below is the Apollo-Athena line, but Becker-Hagens have it fifty miles or so off-centre to where Hamish Miller and John Michell have placed it. That’s just how However, it is possible to align at least two well-documented major ley lines by shifting the centre 67 miles westward onto St.Mary’s or St. Martin’s Church on the Isles of Scilly off the tip of Cornwall. Doing that pulls these lines onto with known energetic centres. If you do that 67 mile shift due West you also connect London with Paris! An interesting correlation. Far from fact yet, but it makes me think about the larger picture and the possibility of mapping these ancient energy points in a mathematically cohesive geometry that works worldwide, and that’s an exciting prospect!
One approaches the abbey via a winding, nay spiralling, path up through the many tourist shops, restaurants, and ‘attractions’ designed to inform the casual tourist of the bloody and saintly history of this place. I ignored the lot and made my way as quickly as possible to the abbey up the steep paths and steps, paying a princely sum for the privilege on arrival at the box office. I have to say that I was not unimpressed by the size and majesty of the place, and the architecture was delightfully intricate and divinely proportioned, but more about that later.
The search for the Apollo-Athena Line
Once I stepped into the abbey I made way to the outside right edge and got rods out. I moved along the abbey’s aisle along a dark and narrow flagstoned floor, past a group of tourists being given a tour in the centre. I dowsed in and out of the small rooms along this southern edge for the crossing point that Miller vaguely described and found it two-thirds of the way down the right-hand side. It was at a point where a stone trapdoor sat in the floor, covered by a pew – a very unassuming and unexpected place!
Looking later at the plan of the abbey I could see that this southern edge had a small chapel beneath it – exactly at the point I had found or so very close to it that it made me sure I’d found the right place. a chapel built into the very rock of the mount itself. I refer you to the book by Marc Déceneux called “The Mont St Michel : stone by stone” for just such a diagram. The exact feature underneath the trapdoor I had found was the ancient Crypt of St.Martin.
On my return I consulted Miller’s book again to compare this point with the description given by Miller in ‘In Search Of The Southern Serpent’ book:
“After three days we somewhat disappointingly located the crossing at a totally innocuous place in the side aisle of the great Abbey. It was only when the resident electrician pointed out a little used wooden trapdoor revealing wooden steps leading to a cellar below that we began to feel elated. There directly below the spot we had marked, we found the remains of the altar of the first chapel ever built on the island.”
Hamish Miller and Barry Brailsford – Penwith and StonePrint Press (2006)
I couldn’t be sure from that description whether Miller meant that the crossing point was exactly ON the wooden trapdoor, but I would suppose that he would mention that in his original description? Anyway, I found it two thirds of the way along the southern edge, whilst the wooden trapdoor was close to the northern edge, near to the entrance we had come in when first entering the abbey. I checked for the direction of flow for this powerful alignment – it crossed the abbey from the stone trapdoor towards…the wooden trapdoor! Well, that seemed like an interesting alignment.
I later checked the supposed direction of the Apollo-Athena line and found a sketch showing exactly such a NNW-SSE angle. All the correlating information came only when I had returned home to England a few weeks later, I hasten to point out, which made it all the more convincing for me.
Next, on to the other parts of the abbey, most notably the Cloister, although each part of the abbey held some interesting secret – even the seemingly dull parts. It’s all a case of what you’re looking for, I suppose!
Motifs in stone
One of the things that struck me as I walked from room to room in the abbey was the amount of subtle (and some less subtle) carvings of certain features that seemed to depict certain Celtic energy motifs such as:
- pineal glands sprouting from swirling greenery
- three and four leaf designs
- dragons laying at the feet of holy men, subdued by knightly saints, or couched within the greenery
- mythical creatures with human heads
This seemed to me to be remarkable decoration for a Christian church! It spoke to me of the Green Man legends, of the prominence of the dragon as a symbol of natural forces, and of the use of sacred number that was employed throughout the architecture of the whole abbey in terms of its sacred geometrical proportions for rooms, doors and other major features. This whole structure was shouting that mysterious forces were built into the very structure of the abbey, and at one time were not only understood by the inhabitants, but may have been encoded to retain their importance.
There layout of the abbey, its alignment, its architecture – everywhere this church employed and upheld the concept of sacred geometry – in its arches, its floor plans, its vaulted ceilings, its motifs carved in stone, even its gardening. According to the guidebooks the finest scholars came from Paris to lend their special knowledge to its design. Indeed. Such knowledge was encoded everywhere. Threes, fives, sevens, twelves – golden sections and ratios abounded in every ceiling and carving.
(Picture courtesy of ThinkQuest)
The stained glass Celtic designs and rainbow colour tints
In some of the rooms the stained glass windows had decidedly Celtic designs. Apart from the design aspects, another interesting element was the way that the stain of the glass was chromatically ‘spectrified’ – if that’s a phrase that conveys the sense that it ranged through rainbow colours along the length of the window. It was done in such a way that particular colours might predominate at different altitudes and angles of sunlight, I supposed. I wondered what effect this might have on a meditating priest at different elevations of the sun? Would the light falling on his eyes change, and therefore were specific times of the day likely to be accompanied by light of a particular part of the spectrum? I also found it interesting that rainbow colours had been selected for the staining, as we often dowse rainbow colours as part of the nemetons of energy fields around sacred sites.
Frozen dragons and pinning sword of St.Michael
The patron of this joint is St.Michel. Michael to us. Many things to many other cultures, but in the Western Mystery tradition he personifies the triumph of light over darkness. In a slightly deeper interpretation this concept also contains the symbolism of the human ability to ‘pin’ earth energy to a place so as to be able to utilise it’s energies, whether that be for healing, for assisting with spiritual transformation, or whatever other purposes this energy can be used for that may have been known about. Michael is the archangel, the archetype solar hero, the knight who slays the dragon – the dragon being the representative of the feminine or ‘darker’ forces – the subtle earth energy forces of the underground, pinned into place by the lance or sword of pure light, or intention. For me this myth contains an ancient knowledge and shows a dutiful respect for the ones who can tame the raw energies through enlightenment and spiritual ability. From this evolved the Christian concept of conquering evil through the light of truth obtained as a gift from God upon achieving spiritual pureness and holiness.
I followed a spiral path down and outwards until the causeway returning me back to normal consciousness amidst this tourist frenzy and I felt the urge to buy some local cider. Dry but flavoursome. You should try some! I felt that the mound was one of those places that you would just have to come back to. May is a good month to visit it too. I was lucky.
Temple of Mars
On the way back from Mont St.Michel there was just enough time to stop off at a site close to where we were staying – the invitingly entitled Temple of Mars near the lovely town of Corseul. Mars had been used by the Romans as a replacement for an earlier Celtic god called Teutates, or Toutatis. As a god of war, a very masculine pursuit, I was interested to see what this might mean in terms of the energies present at the site, if there were any.
As we approached the site, perched as it was overlooking a typically beautiful Cotes D’Armour valley. We could see the partially re-constructed ruins of a tower built to give an impression of the overall size, scale, height and impressive build quality of the Roman original. I say original, but perhaps the temple had been built upon the ruins of an even older Celtic temple at that place?
The rest of the site had a boundary wall whose size was only inches high, and two stairwells had been re-built to show extent of and entrances to the temple. The reconstructed portion of the temple showed seven levels were originally present in the design of the round tower. That number again. Given the quite large area this temple covered it must have been quite important. I resolved to look it up in the history books on my return, maybe 
I got the copper L-rods out and asked for most energetic place of the site. I was shown a slightly raised area in one of the ‘rooms’, shown on the plan map to be of unknown purpose.
The room had a male power centre in it and a circle going around that power centre which extended as large as the room it was in. Coming out of that centre point were seven radial lines, each extending outwards beyond the confines of the room. When I stepped back I saw the pattern – it was a sun symbol, and a wheel of life. All male energy here, though. There was no female energy at all in this temple site.
I dowsed as to whether there was any other formation. YES. A spiral went from the nemeton perimeter into the centre point, slicing across the seven uneven radials in a Fibonnaci spiral of divine proportion – the golden section. It looked just like a Hamish Miller picture. So, although I couldn’t be sure whether or not my results differed from Hamish Miller’s at Mont St.Michel, I had definitely seen evidence of one of his regular energy formations at the Temple of Mars. “You lose some, you win some.” With that we returned to our base for cider and cheese.
Gwas
Following a radiant spiral.
