Saturday 29th May 2010 – Knockbrack Hillfort, Country Meath. [map]
The second site of the day, after our experience at Four Knocks, was of a wholly different character. It seemed to be the theme of the weekend that for every achievement or gift I received there was a price to pay and I was invited to offer my services, energetically, to give something in return. Well, it was a fair deal, and I was only too pleased to gain the experience. Here was my first obvious opportunity to make some amends.
The site that we picked out was known as Knockbrack, but we had no idea whether we could reach it, or if it was worth visiting, or what we would find there. We trundled through small villages, along back roads, until arriving at the bottom of a hill and parked up. There was a track up the hill, which was a good sign. We’ll come back to the concept of “good” vs. “bad” signs later in these Irish stories. For now, the only other scene-setter I need to add is a light drizzle – a kind of Irish mist that was descending over the hill by the minute. Of course, nothing would deflect us from a sense of purpose.
Walking up to the hill at Knockbrack two things caught our eye : the scatterings of quartz-striped stones that lined our route and the gigantic radio antenna and dishes that hove into view as we ascended. As we reached the top of the hill we saw the ancient site that we had intended to visit: it was a rough circle around thirty feet in diameter and only a few hundred yards from the mass of telecomms gear.
The ancient site we were visiting was the remains of a hillfort. I always have issues with the term “hill fort”, much as I have issues with the term “burial chamber” or “passage grave”. Finding buried bones at a site is not an indicator that the site’s original purpose was for burial, much as finding a crumb in a hotel room doesn’t mean that the room has been used as a restaurant! So, “Hill fort” is simply a label that we can use to indicate that at some time the vantage point was defended. Well, fair enough, but usually when we dowse these things the rods swing to a wide “No” position when we ask if that was the original purpose of the site. Usually, defensive elements have been constructed around sites either to protect the site itself, or constructed much later (we’re talking Bronze Age onwards) when the nation became very warlike. Only then was it really used as a “fort”. Another thing to bear in mind is that there are plenty of folktales, legends and written documented material stating that hills were held as sacred places in tribal cultures throughout the known world. Hiill tops are therefore is dual significance – firstly as vantage points, but probably more importantly as sacred places. I am no archaeologistand so not in a position to argue with archaeological evidence, but I am a dowser who has come to trust his dowsing. I trust my own first-hand experience. And that is what this blog is all about – first hand direct experience, not stated second-hand opinion.
Back to the action. The site was made up of a number of small mounds that looked like…well, burial mounds really. Shrouded in drizzle and mist the site took on an air of oddness that makes your spine tingle a little bit. We dowsed for whether there was any work that we needed to do here. Kal found that it was all down to me, and I return dowsed that he had to help me. So we worked together. I found a power centre and stood there for a short while, tuning into the site. Kal tried to dowse the purpose but within moments I had had a vision of what was required (strange how this was happening to me a lot in Ireland – I swear I don’t usually have visions at all – mostly I have feelings about places, but this was a synaesthesic shift in my perceptions). I saw the spirits of soldiers killed at this site and with that vision I got a feeling of deep unease. Not unhappiness, because I think the remaining “energetic shrouds” of these former people were happy in their form, it was just that they had been disturbed. It didn’t take much of an intuitive leap to guess why – the telecomms equipment. I would have to construct some kind of a barrier to reduce the effect of the electro-static noise pollution radiating from the neighbouring mast. [Note: ‘energetic shroud’ – a term used by C.W.Leadbeater to describe the remainder of energy left by a human after their death]
On the way up the hill I had picked up a beautiful dark green stone with three bands of pure white quartz striating it. This was to be my signature and I knew I would have to leave it at the site. It throbbed in my hand and felt warm despite the cool mist and altitude. I knew instinctively what I needed – some more stones like this one! I sent Kal on a mission to retrieve three more similar specimens. When he returned I was energised from the power centre and ready to do the work. I placed the three rocks at points close to the fence of the telecomms site and the three-band rock was placed on my power centre in the site.
Following only intuitive directives I walked around my power centre in a sun-wise direction many, many times winding in the power of the sun, and calling it to help me generate power as I walked towards my three-band rock in the centre. Then I did the same in the opposite direction, walking from the outside in but in a counter-clockwise direction, calling on the moon’s energies to help me too. I imagined connecting all the four rocks with two streams flowing counter to each other, but both forming an impenetrable barrier against he electrical radiation. Looking from above the placement of the rocks formed a kind of crescent shape. A banana barrier!! Ha ha.
After I had declared the work was finished Kal dowsed for what effect I might have had. Initially we had determined that the strength of the radiation affecting the site was EIGHT on a scale of one to ten, ten being the strongest possible effect. By the time I had hardened the protective shell around the barrier, Kal had dowsed that I had put a barrier up for three and a half years and that the disturbance was down to a level of ONE. Job done, I felt. Even if only for a relatively short period of time.
On the way down Kal pointed out a strange-looking rock – it was a crescent shape! I turned it around to mimic the shape I had just created energetically! This was too much of a coincidence not to go unnoticed, and I took a picture of it to remind me of the work I had done.
Almost as soon as I had finished snapping that rock I found another smaller rock on the floor that had a crescent shaped discolouration and I picked it up as a souvenir of the work I had done. “Give, and ye shall receive.” rang through my mind all the way back down to the car. We went off in search of food, and soon we were preparing for a interesting afternoon when the tables would turn on us. More about that soon.
Gwas.
