I noticed today that I check the energies (and do some work if needed) more often than I clean my rooms. Not that my abode isn’t clean, you understand. Anyway, I was up bright and earlier than normal and had one of them urges to check the energies of my rooms. I grabbed the rods and threw them on to the bed as I went through my morning ablutions.
Note: I threw the rods on the bed to avoid the SEP (Somebody Else’s Problem) field. This is a phenomena that both Chris and I have observed in ourselves, in each other and in the world at large behaviour. Simply put, there seems to be some aversion to doing energetic work on oneself or ones own area of living. We haven’t explored it at length as “IT” itself suffers from the same phenomena.
All that done, I grabbed the rods and asked whether there was any new or different changes in energy that were worthy of note. Again, I have to add the worthy of note bit because the energies in any environment change hourly, if nothing else, I have a very active Genius Loci in my rooms.
The rods said Yes and directed me to a picture-post card (see image). Now, I bought this card for a friend of mine a couple of months ago and though she has seen it and knows that it is for her, I haven’t as yet given it to her. When she asked why, I had said…
“I’m waiting to find out what I will write in it”
It was an odd remark and one that I didn’t think of before hand. It just popped out of my mouth and there it was. Since that time and this, I’ve picked it up with the intention of delivering, and then put it back down again…not the right time…Then at other times, I’ve thought of something and considered it to be a good quote or saying to write in it. But then was stopped by my intuition again. Indeed, one might say that I was having a curious relationship with this card/gift. Or that I have too much time on my hands!
In any case, this morning I was led to the card. Perhaps its time to give it to my friend? I thought as the rods clinked over the card. Something energetically speaking had changed. What was it I wondered? In my previous explorations of my rooms, I had not been directed to the card at all. It’s not that I assumed it had no energetic significance, it was that I never even considered. Yet, here I was, standing over it with the rods. Something was up.
- Had anything changed in the energy of this object? Yes
- Had it any significance when I bought it? No
- Had it changed today or over a period of time? Period of time.
- Had it changed for the (ecological) better? Yes
Note: Ecological is my term for holistic best for all concerned, now and in the future
- Was it taking in energy? Yes?
- Had it reached some threshold? Yes
- Was it ready to give to my friend? No
- Was it now giving off energy? Yes
That last question came with its own little intuitive kick. I explored the energy that was coming from the card. There were two lovely spirals emanating from it. One went out of the window and into the garden of flowers, the other went over my bed. Both female aligned energies.
- Had I anything to do with the energies that were being taken in and being given off? Yes.
I wondered for a while as to what, how and why. Of course you know that this is where your intuition has to kick in, mine was being a bit lazy today. So I asked that beautiful question that I found a couple of years ago…
- Is there anything that can help me to understand what is going on? Yes! Brilliant!
- Take me to it!
I was taken to a set of books that I have in my rooms, Most of them are in a storage locker, but occasionally I go and change my working set. The rods selected a book that I had only last week retrieved from storage…the secret life of inanimate objects… It was authored by one of my favourites, Lyall Watson.
That book is filled to the brim with stories about…you guessed it…power objects. What a surprising coincidence that I was taken to that book. I have read it many times and found it to be the catalyst of new nuggets of wisdom. But the book, in its entirety didn’t add to my understanding of what was going on here, with the card. So I asked…
- Can I be directed to a section/page within the book? Yes
I binary navigated through the book to a page here is what it talked about…Stradivari (the maker of the famed Stradivarius violins) was known to keep the violins in his bedroom for a month after completion. Where according to this books understanding, it (the violin) gathered in the spirit (energy) of the maker. The energies of a home that had two loving and fulfilled marriages…
Interesting…the energies of Antonio Stradivari were captured within his creations before they were shipped into the world. Was I being told that some of my energies were being captured within this card?
- Are some of my energies being captured in this card? Yes
- Is it because of the intention of needing/wanting to choose something to write? Yes
- Was it anything else? Yes
The anything else I’m afraid is lost. I couldn’t ask a question that would get me an answer. But the knowledge so far was astounding…
The card had been imbued with a resonance of my desire and intention. Which had caused it to become a power object and begin to give off spirals of energy. I am sure that it’s not the end of this tale. Is anything ever the end?
I was at the rather fabulous Om Yoga event the other week ostensibly as a Hug Ambassador but also to take in the energy and atmosphere of the place. It was definitely something you want to go to should the event be happening near you. Whilst I was there I wondered whether there was anything worthy of my particular attention. Finding a quiet spot was difficult but I managed it and there I tuned out the mundane and tuned in the sacred.
I wandered aimlessly or indeed aim-fully through the many stands until I came to one that was selling esotoria. Crystals, incense, books and other new (and old) age paraphernalia. I scanned the items for sale and my eye was caught by a Dream Catcher. Now, I have bought these items for friends on many occasions but have never considered one for myself. The reason behind this was simple enough, I don’t suffer from bad dreams. And since these objects were used to stop nightmares and bad dreams, why would I want one?
Still, for some intuitive reason, a dream catcher was singing to me, so I bought it. Of course, my mind being what it is, I left it in the boot of the car. My thought was that should a birthday of a friend arrive, this would make a good present. Or indeed, why wait until birthdays, it would make a great present for any occasion. So in my boot it remained.
It wasn’t until my car was declared a right off that I emptied the boot and with the contents came the Dream Catcher. Bringing it into my rooms, without thought, I hung it in a convenient place.
I have to confess, my rooms are an amazing place. Energetically they are worked on on a daily basis. Whether it is checking the energies and moving things around (stones mainly of course) or whether it is a healing ceremony or whether it is a vision quest. All kinds of magic is happening here. So it wasn’t even a day that passed when the dowsing rods pointed at the Dream Catcher.
Quite pointedly (pun intended) they admonished me for randomly placing the Dream Catcher and wanted a more intuitive and intended positioning. This confused me a little because I had only placed them where they were until I could find a suitable friend to gift it to. However, here were the rods saying that I should use it.
For what purpose, I pondered. Was it to protect my dreams? The rods said Yes. But hang on, I don’t have bad dreams. I asked whether it was to catch bad dreams? The rods answered with a distinct No. As I asked the rods where the Dream Catcher ought to go, I ponder why it had to. Nothing was forthcoming initially and so I let it go. Perhaps a good sleep would reveal some insight.
That night I fell asleep with the Dream Catcher hanging over my head. Perhaps it was psychological or not, but I dreamed about dreams. Like many people, I have dreams, goals, ambitions. Some get left by the wayside and others forgotten. This night and indeed subsequent nights, I have been gathering old dreams and breathing life into some. Letting others go.
So that is what dreams were being caught! Aha!
On a delightfully warm and sunny Summer’s evening the intrepid duo ventured forth into the heartlands of Northern Wales in search of inspiration. Our destination was the ancient and venerable Yew tree of Llangernyw.
The environs of Llangernyw were beginning to flourish with a beautiful display of wild flowers.
We entered the graveyard, drinking in the sounds, smells and sights of Summer as though to store them in memory for the ‘leaner times’. As we began to follow the dowsing rods I noticed that Kal was following my footsteps exactly! He was chuckling to himself as he realised that his path to the perfect spot was exactly the same as mine. How amusing! At that moment a chorus of birdsong arose from the surrounding trees – a welcoming chorus of delighted cheeps and warbles which almost drowned out any thoughts!
When Formalities Are Dropped
We both came to a halt at the same time and in the same spot. It was just inside a clump of young yew trees with fresh growth at their tips. The spot on which we were stood was lain with a carpet of damp grass cuttings, and this made me think of a time when I had stood on other grass clippings and had an encounter with the spirit of the Green Man [see this post].
There was no need for either of us to ‘cleanse’ today. For some reason we were already cleansed of outer worldly energies, and ready for work. The spot with the grass clippings was a place for us to simply tune our energies to place. It was simply about getting into the right energy state.
As we walked up the sloping path towards the grand old yew tree, following the dowsing rods to find the bets place, I felt like tree knew I was coming. Indeed, although I stopped at the perimeter of its canopy before entering, there wasn’t the usual ‘resistance’ or barrier in place. I realised that I didn’t need to ask permission to enter now. Perhaps we had become such good friends over the years? The balance of ‘power’ had shifted somehow, and was much more equal now, I felt.
I had two purposes for being here this evening:
- to see if I could help my wife get through a forthcoming exam, and
- to see if there was any work I could do to discover the Essence of the Merlin Staff
I recently took part in some extra-curricular meditating. It’s the best kind. During one of my Nature meditation groups one of the participants had once though she saw a door outlined in a rock face as she was meditating. The ace meditation teacher John David Kirby [Facebook page] had been really taken by this idea, and had suggested that anyone interested in doing a meditation on “The Portal” should hang around after out meditation session and we could explore this potential way into The Otherworld. So we arranged to do that.
Out of the group, there were four of us who stayed for the meditation, and coincidentally it was on the evening of a full moon.
What’s through…The Arched Window?
We lit a small controlled fire to take the chill off. Once this had died down and the chatter had subsided we naturally got into a meditative posture. I had dowsed around for the best place for me to do this work, and had offered my dowsing rods for other to use do the same. Now we all had our ideal places in front of the rock portal.
Minutes later I turned my meditative state of mind to the door itself. The outline of the door’s edge seemed to glow as the flames gently subsided to a flicker. A wire-frame shape formed – it was like a 3-D arch – the poles of a small camping tent. Then the door opened up and I stepped inside.
In the portal was a space big enough to hold me standing. As I stood there the floor disappeared revealing a stairway down inside the bole of a tree. I recognised this image from previous meditations, and I walked down the stairs going deeper into The Otherworld with each step.
At the bottom of the stairs was a small door. Somehow, like Alice In Wonderland, I shrank to fit through the tiny door that was carved into the base of the tree, and as it opened a fantastical cartoon world appeared before me. I knew it well, as I had been here many times before. But what would be waiting for me this time?
Oh dear, it happens doesn’t it. Life of the mundane kind gets in the way and when it does we have to pay the sacred paths pied piper. Fortunately (or not) for us, we have this blog to point out our missed opportunities.
As you know, in my life one thing has been begging for a while…that Wand Quest… It has been on my agenda for a few years and yet, perhaps because of its enormity, it has been left…well…begging. Recently I had the opportunity to gather some more intel on this quest and here is how the tally stands.
According to some worthy Fay I have 12 ingredients to collect and also a Gift from the author Elif Shafak – however both of these are dubious because the Fay I was communing with at the time were not reliable – an interesting thing in and of itself.
The dubiousness of this information is further compounded by an experience that I had forgotten. The link is here, but what I learned was that there are 7 ingredients to the wand. Not only that but I had a Solstice Year to acquire them. Which I have spectacularly missed. So I wonder whether missing that target has led to an increase in ingredients or whether the Fay were leading me astray…
“When dealing with the fey be sure to count your fingers and toes after you shake hands…”
- Is it 7 or 12 ingredients?
- Is there another time limit?
- Is the Gift from Elif Shafak a real ingredient?
As far as other information goes. I know that Amber from Egypt was an ingredient which I have thankfully and amazingly obtained. There is Sand from a Beach on Easter Island and there is a bona fide Miracle.
- Amber from Egypt
- Sand from Easter Island
- A Miracle
- A gift from Elif Shafak
Is that 4 of 7 or 4 of 12 (eek!) whichever it is, you can tell that life certainly isn’t dull.
For the last five years I’ve driven a silver Honda Accord. I loved that car. It has taken me all over the country and never failed in its job of providing comfort, security, safety and transport. Alas a couple of weeks ago someone slammed into the door and caused enough damage for it to written off by the insurers.
I had just driven home from spending the night at a friends. we had talked late into the night and I was, as they say, dog tired. As I got to my rooms my thoughts were on a long resting sleep (it was Saturday) However a friends text caught my attention and I replied that I would meet him in 30 minutes for a catch-up and coffee. “Why did I do that?” I asked myself as I got changed and attempted to freshen up. I picked up my phone to cancel the meet but then put it down again.
As I rushed around I knocked over a lamp and then fell over a chair. It was not going well at all. Then I left my keys in the room as I got to the car. Another missed sign. I drove towards town and my thought was to park in my favourite car park, but then I thought that it would be more convenient to park in another one. For some moments the two vied with each other and rationality won and I chose the latter over my favourite.
The latter was a superstore car park and at this time in the morning it was fairly empty. I parked up in a bay surrounded by empty bays and opened my door to get out…then…crash.
For a guy who talks about signs a lot I sure know how to miss them spectacularly.
So, I was on the look out for a car. As with many things these days, I wondered whether I could dowse for an appropriate car? The answer was Yes and not only Yes, but that I should dowse for one.
This life (as opposed to any other life) is stranger than strange and this comes from a guy who has seen and experience much weirdness. The other day I was sat with a dear lady when a voice from the ether enters my mind.
“You can share your aura”
What? Who? Where? Were the questions that entered my mind. Now you have to have realised by now that I can recognise an external voice when it enters my mind. Particularly when said voice says something mysteriously odd.
My dear friend and I were watching some film or other when this voice had interrupted me so it wasn’t like I was thinking about auras and sharing. However before I could formulate a question, the voice came again…
“You can share your aura”
Another thing that I have to point out here is that I am not a one for hearing voices. I mean, yes, I go out into the world and commune with various beings, however, rarely has my normal state of mind been interrupted thus.
Addressing the owner of this voice I asked “who or what are you?” and to my surprise I got an answer.