Sundown, Thursday 10th July.
If you’ve been following these posts you’ll know that I have been tracing a straight ley line (one which aligns without deviation through several points of ‘ancient’ or ‘sacred’ significance) that I believe runs from at least Overton Hill in Frodsham to the field which sited the 2007 Welsh Eisteddfod just south-east of Mold in Clwydd.
Actually I suspect it runs much further, and may end at Honley in Yorkshire at its northern-most point, and a mountain overlooking Llyn Bodlyn, which is just inland from Cardigan Bay in west Wales. Hawarden (see earlier post) is also on this line. But more on those and other sites when I get the chance to dowse them.
This particular evening I decided to stay closer to home and look at the intersection points with easily accessible roads from the ley which I think runs stright through Helsby village, across the face of Helsby Hill, and then on to the monument on Overton Hill atop Frodsham in Cheshire.
I printed off a map with some rough estimates of crossing points and headed to dowse them to check whether they were where I thought, and to see whether I could actually sense the presence of the earth energy at those places I had plotted, or close by if my estimates were off.
Of course, I held open the possibility that I may get nothing at all too. Fair’s fair! The dowsing and I have to work together on this one – no tricks! It was a gentlemen’s agreement we had. I would ask sensible questions, where possible – the responses would be accurate and true, where possible. It had worked so far with very few exceptions, all of which could be put down to over-stretching the mark on my part, either with the line of questioning, the intention of those questions, or my stubborness to listen to the answer. All this must be worked out like learning to ride a bicycle again. It is humbling, but exciting. If you follow simple rules of humility, good intent and a willingness to engage – unusual stories are created for you. In many ways you truly become a ‘follower’ – following the paths, the energies, the beautiful landscapes, the occasional sign, leting the rods lead you on to places you wouldn’t normally go….you are a follower. Often it takes a while to catch on. I put that down to the social conditioning, and many people can teach you how to break those barriers down. Choose your teachers carefully and begin your own search for yourself!
Enough pontificating! Push onwards!
“Now is the Winter of our disconten…” – only kidding. Enough speeches.
I started in the village of Hapsford – embarrassingly close to the A56 – I still haven’t learned to relax about dowsing in front of people yet. Another lesson I’m learning as quickly as I can. I dowsed down the road into the village and asked for a powerful straight ley line. Just at the end of the row of houses the rods started to turn inwards. It was a slow process which spanned 12 or so feet in width, the crossing getting strongest at the middle and then ebbing away to an uncrossed position next to a Public Footpath sign. Next!
A quick hop to park at the bottom of Lower Robin Hood Lane (Robin Hood? You mean The Green Man?). At the corner of the park it crossed again. Then at a junction at the foot of the hill. Then again on Old Chester Road, just past the intersection. Regular. Strong. Repeatable. Straight. Dead straight.
I was drawn into the trees on the far side of Old Chester Road and found a path weaving in a long pulse left and right along the bottom of Helsby Hill. I asked to be shown the nearest power centre – a place where either lines cross, or energies begin to create a swirly, a vortex if you will, of concentric energy lines. Often we have seen these formations in the centre of stone circles, ancient or modern, and often being ‘fed’ or ‘transmitted’ by a large tree.
I soon came across a widening in the path – a bulge in roughly circular formation, and as I approached the centre of it, as the rods directed me to, they started twirling around in my hands – the indicator movement for finding what you asked for. In this case – a conjunction point. I looked around. To my right a path down the hill joined just on the edge of the power centre (which was slightly on an incline, just where it’s lush grass and ferns wouldn’t be disturbed by walkers on the path.
I pushed on. What else was there to find, I wondered to myself? I asked the rods to trace the path onwards, and I absent-mindedly followed the rods again (or one rod in this instance – a favourite method of mine). In the centre of the crossing of the lines was a stunted, spiral-branched half-alive birch tree. I rested my hand on it, and thought to myself – after what happened at Birchen Edge, I wonder if it would happen again? Was I about to get a rude awakening? Or an earthly delight?
I lowered my eyelids until I could only see flickers of light through the branches in the lowering sunlight of early evening. I relaxed and thought, “What are you got to tell me about today?”. Another thought followed as if in answer, “Follow the bird and see!”.
Not this “follow the bird” thing again! That’s what had happened at Birchen Edge. There it had led me to see a ring of trees on a distant hillside, which I interpreted as a Druid’s Grove. What now? The answer came immediately as I looked up – a bird flew from the road, through the tree, across the path not six feet in front of me!
I lowered the rods for a moment, and walked apace further along the path. Around the next corner I felt attuned to the direction of the energy I had been dowsing, enough to trust it was flowing beneath (and around) me. I looked up and saw the bird sitting on a horizontal birch tree branch, as if waiiting for me. By now, I was ready to notice a signal, and as I approached the tree the bird took flight again off up the hill.
I rested my hand on the trunk of the birch tree. Again, the light from the westward setting sun through the trees dappled the light so that it sparkled in my eyes. I relaxed.
“What is the nature of male and female energies?”, I asked.
An image formed in my mind of a ray of sunshine beaming in a straight line, and this was accompanied by the words, “Male energies are like the rays of the sun – they wish to be straight, force through, push on.” The image changed to in fade out the sun, and the round pale image of a moon over water began to come to the foreground.
“Female energies are like the tides of the moon – they swirl and weave, ebb and flow around.”
I saw a picture of the serpentine energies flowing around obstacles, oscillating along paths, and concluding their journey as swirls.
I tried to burn that image into my memory to think about later, and then asked another question. “How can I distinguish between the two energies?”
The answer came back as a thought, “You are in a good place here to find out.” came the response. I shook myself out of my reverie with the intention of trying it out straight away!
From the vision I saw that the two energies must be linked to the influences of the planetary bodies to which they were linked – male energies may be influenced by the position and strength of the Sun in terms of their oscillation rates, their strength and possibly their direction of flow? Female energies may be linked in a similar way to the Moon’s qualities?
I took my rods back to the energy centre back along the path. I asked to find ‘sun/male’ energy, and within a foot I had crossed rods, so I followed their direction. They oscillated gently between the outer edges of the path.
I went back to the centre again. I asked to find ‘moon/female’ energies this time, and within two steps I had a cross. This time the energy zig-zagged with higher, shorter waves around the line of the path, but then curved sharply left to swirl into the centre of a clump of ferns and some lush-looking grass. Wow! Different types of lines – different behaviour.
As a third experiment I asked to trace the route of the straight ley that ‘guided’ those sun and moon energies, and this time to rods went in a straight line from the energy centre, along the path, and into a large pine tree that stood at a kink in the trail. The path re-joined behind the tree.
Three types of energies. Each with its own characteristics. I felt I had been answered. I thanked the forces which had guided me, and I headed back to the car, pondering the nature of energy lines.
Seems you can have fun on your very own doorstep!
Gwas Myrddyn.
Follow your true path.
