BeWilderCamp – June 25-26th 2016

BeWilderCamp – June 25-26th 2016

Is it time you got away and went a little deeper into Nature? I have teamed up with a friend who is expert in outdoor skills and together we have devised “BeWilderCamp“. It is an opportunity for you to be wilder, more in tune with Nature, and to do some deep meditation to reveal your spiritual connection with the force of the world around you. If you’re interested, call Lewis Herridge on 07880 506 466 and he’ll book you in and answer any questions you...

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

Yellowmead and the Labyrinth – Beltane 2016 P3

The scene is this: Beltane. Dartmoor. Dense mist. Two figures are seen stumbling about through moss-dressed old trees, and clambering up hills, heading towards an unseen destination. The impartial observer would wonder why they were bothering, as they don’t seem to be walking a dog. But the impartial observer wouldn’t realise that the two figures had no choice – it was destined, and their bodies were merely aligning them with the inevitable conjunction of time and space. M and I felt like we were the only people on the moor. It was mid-morning and since leaving Down Tor we had not seen a soul.  It was entirely possible we were the last people left alive after an apocalypse, or we had accidentally stepped into a separate reality where the ghostly...

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Misty May at Down Tor – Beltane 2016 P2

Dawn broke on Burrator Reservoir. Very few people noticed this fact, for three reasons: it’s a ridiculous hour of the day to be awake; there were only a handful of visitors to the area; there was such a dense mist that you couldn’t see the reservoir unless you were actually in it. No-one was in it. A number of wild ponies prepared to play hide and seek with each other. The air warmed to a jot above freezing, and the day relaxed a bit now that the cadavers of the victims of the Beltane Death Cult had no doubt been discovered and recovered. We had done the hard work the day before, by driving for a number of hours (incalculable due to boredom) and now we were in the vicinity of two interesting stone circles that I am going to use the adjective...

Bad Luck and Bad Energy – Beltane 2016 P1

Bad Luck and Bad Energy – Beltane 2016 P1

I had a crazy idea. How about we take the motorhome down to the west of Devon on Beltane, and then come back the next day? It’s only a seven hour drive each way? Somehow – put it down to the persuasive powers of Spring energies, I managed to make this seem like a sensible trip. Maybe M knew how much I wanted to go and see two new stone circles. New things make me tingle. Beltane is the best of the festival dates, too, I feel. In combination my enthusiasm must have been enough to make the madness seem plausible. We drove for hours. Luckily, nobody in their right mind was driving south on Sunday. As we passed Gloucester we felt we needed to stop off and eat our prepared picnic. I looked at the map and saw that just off the M5 was the B4066, and on that...

Spring Dowsing 2016 – Dowsing Professionally

Spring Dowsing 2016 – Dowsing Professionally

In the second of my posts about my visit to the British Society of Dowsers‘ Spring Symposium in Worcester I talk about my meeting with the personification of wisdom, and how this meeting inspired me to push forward in my own work. I was wondering what to sign up for in the second half of the day. I decided to nip out and walk one of the labyrinths which were sprayed onto the grass in the quadrant outside. Everyone else seemed to be busy buying books, eating or nattering. I had work to do! Outside I used my dowsing rods to find which labyrinth would guide me best, and I walked one of the three available. The sun was out strongly now, and the light accompanied my walk making me feel enlivened and in the right state of mind for the second half of the...

Spring Dowsing 2016 – The Energetic Henge

Spring Dowsing 2016 – The Energetic Henge

Recently I attended the British Society of Dowsers‘ Spring Symposium in Worcester. It was an all-weekend affair, but having seen the line-up I decided that I would go down for the Sunday only. I decided not to book onto any of the courses in advance, but to wait to see what happened when I got there. That’s just the way I do things sometimes. I checked into the wonderful Pitmaston House on the Saturday evening, and spent the night walking around Worcester, getting a feel for the place. It was mainly very nice, but it definitely had a darker side to it if you looked closely. Which British town doesn’t? I was soon crowded out by the noisy Saturday night drinking/bawling crowd and made my way back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep in the...

Gop Hill bares all – Part 2

Gop Hill bares all – Part 2

In the second part of the story of my visit to Gop Hill with the shaman Debra I will reveal a powerful change to the energies of the place, and how we dealt with that information. The sky was unashamedly grey, as though pigeons were gathering in dense flocks. I surveyed the sky for any blue – it was distant and the air had a cold bite without the sun’s warmth. I decided not to care about the way this made me feel when I considered the destruction of the plant life around the hill’s base. I decided to let the Spirit of Place tell me what was needed here today. Beacon blaze and disconnection I first try to connect to the hill itself. After what feels like a cold eternity there is a moment of warmth – in my mind I see a beacon of fire ablaze...

Gop Hill bares all – Part 1

Gop Hill bares all – Part 1

In what is an uncommon privilege I got to work with one of the most eminent examples of what I would call a “wise woman” this week. Debra Delglyn is a well-travelled and widely-experienced practitioner of shamanic arts of all sorts. When we work together I come away wishing I had the time and dedication to make my life as completely immersed in the Way of the Shaman like she does. I always learn a lot. We took our rare opportunity and headed off to Gop Hill. We had been talking about it for months. Now it was the right time of year to go – early April – yet the winds were raw and I warned her to expect coldness. It’s always cold on Gop Hill. We set off in the midst of rain and dark clouds, but I felt like we would overcome that and...

Dowsing Meteors

Dowsing Meteors

In 2011 I visited the Natural History Museum in London. During that visit I was attracted to the meteorites in one of the less-visited sections of the building. It was an intuitive response to something whose energies I felt I needed to experience. The full tale of my meeting with the meteors at the British museum cab be found in the post ‘Meetings with Meteorites‘). So when one of my meditation friends, a young girl just finding her feet spiritually, brought me a gift of some Moldavite, then I was both surprised and intrigued. Would it be as interesting as the specimens int he museum, I wondered? I had to dowse to find out! The properties of proper Moldavite My friend explained that this was a genuine (certified) piece of meteor. It was merely a...

Double Cistercian

Double Cistercian

For years I had been coming across the name “Strata Florida“. This Cistercian abbey in Cardiganshire (South Wales) had often been linked (in the kinds of books that I read) to another abbey more familiar to me – Vale Crucis in Llangollen (North Wales). Finding that I had a free day, and also finding that the day was due to be fair and mild for the time of year, the urge came upon me to go a-visiting. I made preparations and drove the two-and-a-half hours down through the spine of the eastern welsh road system. The journey was pleasant and I was perfectly content with being on my own. Of course, I wasn’t. A hawk appeared as I began my journey, and then others appeared at regular intervals throughout the rest of the trip. And I was acutely...