Cornwall 2010 – The Misty Hurlers

Sunday 22nd August, 2010 – The Hurlers, Minions, Cornwall.

Having driven through the village of Minions to get to Trethevy Quoit the night before we were fairly confident about finding the famous stone circles called “The Hurlers”. There was a big brown sign pointing to them and everything so how could we miss them? We missed them. The morning mist was so dense that visibility was down to twenty feet, and as we trudged along the damp granite path our attention was on avoiding the larger puddles. At one point I stopped, intuitively feeling something was nearby. As I looked up I could see a small marker stone making an unusually prominent shape in the white misty background. We decided to head in that direction across the moorland and soon other shapes were coming out of the mist confirming that we had made a wise choice. Luck was with us and we hadn’t gone too far past, and soon dark shapes were appearing in regular patterns like dull ghostly sentries. We remarked how ‘atmospheric’ it was, which translated meant, “Dammit – why couldn’t it be sunny – this is spooky!”

The Coach and Four

Other people were knocking about too, somewhere. Occasionally we would hear the sound of feet on the path and calls to a dog, or a group of walkers crunching past. It seemed that everyone else was missing the stone circle too because we were not disturbed during our hour long visit by anyone else, despite hearing man other voices nearby. Talking of which, as Kal and I convened on our way back we discussed the sounds we had heard in the mist and realised that both of us had heard the same strange noise. It was the sound of a carriage being pulled by horses. Undoubtedly. I’ve heard that sound in so many films that I couldn’t mistake it. I heard the sound of at least two horses, more like four, and they were accompanied by the sound of wooden wheels crunching on the path. There was no engine noise accompanying it. Most odd. Maybe some people with horse and cart were going past at nine in the morning? Even odder, the sound didn’t fade into the distance as you would expect, but disappeared as it passed us. You heard it clearly for a moment, and then as it passed by it died off quickly, it didn’t fade away. Again, very odd. I shivered a little in the morning gloom, and put it down to the atmosphere, but then when I mentioned it to Kal he nodded – he’d heard the same, and he added his own impressions of the noise which confirmed mine. However, on to the circles….

The Hurlers – The Male Circle and the Cross

There are three circles marked on OS maps, but in the mist we only found two of them. The Secret Cornwall site tells us that we are even wrong about that:

“The remains of a smaller fourth circle have recently been found north-north-east of the obvious three circles and a further fifth circle has been suggested between it and the others” (source: Secret Cornwall)

The first circle we encountered was the larger of the two, then there was a small pathway which linked to a slightly smaller ring of stones a few feet further north. One of the first things we independently dowsed was that the larger circle had a female characteristic, whilst the smaller circle was male.

Kal spent his first hour in the female circle, or rather, around its periphery, whilst I tried to get to grips with the male circle. I had come to the circles with an idea: I wanted to know whether it was possible to connect to the Sirius star energy, and what would happen if I did. I found a power centre and began to work with it, connecting to its core. I identified the location of Sirius, and then sat facing it. Almost immediately I got the impression that I should walk around the circle to stir up the energies. I dowsed for the start point, and then which direction – clockwise. No surprises there. I walked around twice, the second time the path began to weave as though the energies around the stones were becoming agitated. This was good – I had done a similar thing at Mitchell’s Fold stone circle once. At that Shropshire circle I had walked around five times, each time dowsing a more erratic path with higher peaks. This was similar, but only required two perambulations to get the energies flowing enough to work with.

Male circle Power Centre marked by feather and staff

As I sat in the power centre again, facing Sirius, I tried to connect to the energy it was emitting. The previous night at Trethevy Quoit dolmen I had determined that Sirius was the teaching force behind my spiritual progression. I therefore wanted to see if I could connect directly to it, and what those effects would be. Now, after the event, I think I may understand what the effects are: an intuition to act. I felt that I should not be sitting, I should be standing. So I got up and an image formed in my head of a blazing cross shape, the kind of cross they call the “rosy cross” that has bulbous ends.

I saw that a human standing in this shape would map directly onto that particular cross format: the head, hands and feet would be the bulbous ends. I knew this was significant, somehow, but there was nothing else ‘coming through’, as it were. I decided to move to the next circle. What is apparent from all this is that I am clearly an expert image artist. Please contact me if you would like tuition in the mystical arts of MS Paint and computer art.

Just at that moment Kal was finishing what he was doing in the female circle and we passed each other as we crossed (‘cross’ again) and we exchanged a short update. By now we were both soaked with mist and drizzle and looked bedraggled. Good job no-one else was around!

When Mary Met Michael

The two circles, I noticed, were linked by a differently coloured grass strip. One of the first things I had done on entering the site was to ask to be taken to the best place for me to work and to be taken by a ‘ritual path’ (a thing I learned about from StoneDowser’s site – sadly no longer available, which is a great shame). I followed a zig-zag path through both stone circles to reach a power centre in the male circle, which I have just described. Now I was back on this pathway between the circles and I wanted to know more about it. Rods out, I started asking questions and got the answer that it was a neutral energy ley line, aligned to other sacred sites in the area.

Talking of alignments, when I got home I traced the path of the alignment ley – hold on – this was a line I knew well! The meeting point between the two circles was the meeting point of the Michael & Mary Lines – the energy leys made famous by John Michell, Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst (cf. ‘The Sun and The Serpent‘ book). The connections to other sacred sites include St.Michael’s Mount to the west and Glastonbury Tor to the east, to name but two sites on this incredible line. The compass reading I took at the time added to that confirmation – ENE/WSW – the same as the Michael/Mary line.

Hurling in the Female Circle

I ventured into the female circle and instantly felt more at home. It was like taking off a heavy overcoat on a summer’s day – palpable relief and a certain lightness. This was more like it – this was a place I could really do some work. I found the power centre that I could use which was conveniently marked by a small pebble seemingly embedded in position at one side of the circle.

I didn’t try moving the pebble – it seemed like it belonged there.  Instead I began the process of settling into the circle. I wanted to continue the work i had started in the male circle – to feel the influence of Sirius’s rays, so I stood in the power centre and opened my arms out in a cross shape. My head leaned back and my spine opened and I felt the tug of intuition again. This time I was directed to walk around the circle in an anti-clockwise direction. No rods were necessary this time – I knew that one circumnavigation would be sufficient. And it was.

I stood in the power centre again, letting all the energies around infuse into me. I had been careful to set up protection before I entered the circles so i was sure I would only be letting in energy that I could productively use and which would not attach itself to me, or deplete me. I appreciated this sense of freedom and I began to sway. Round and round I swayed. Then my staff got involved. Next thing I knew I was laughing and pushing some unseen energy force around the circle. then I was HURLING it around, faster and faster! It was truly exhilarating. The mist allowed me the freedom from the stultifying effects of other people’s stares, and I relished the true sense of being free to play with these energies. Now I knew where they got their name from. It was nothing to do with men being turned to stone for playing ball games – that was clearly an invention of the dominant religious sentiment of the day. I knew now why these circles were The Hurlers.

Where Man Meets Woman

I have been to many stone circles in recent years but none have had such an obvious pair of male and female stones. Carnac had whole sequences of stones that I could quickly identify as male and female, but some scrutiny was required. At The Hurlers, in the female circle, one pair next to each other in particular stood out as symbolising the male and female forms in stone:

The straight slender form of the male stone is an almost perfect “1”, whilst the adjoining stone has a clearly overemphasised circular form – the “0” represented in stone. Quite beautiful and meaningful – at this site was the joining of the male and female forms of the energy lines that traced the long ley line across the country from coast to coast.

As I stood again in the shape of a cross, feeling good about ‘reclaiming’ this symbol (as Julian Cope would put it) I felt incredibly full of power and energy. I felt like at that moment I could have achieved something truly magical. I got my dowsing rods out and began to check some levels – what level was my energy at before I came into these circles. 50%. And after the male circle – 60%. What was it now I was in the female circle? 100%. I was up to the maximum, and I felt great.

I met up again with Kal and he told me his stories. Sounded like he had had a really instructive time too. Despite the wet and mist, in fact probably because of it, we had both had an enlightening experience. The Hurlers are a powerful set of circles, even if we can’t even count how may circles there are on this moor!

Gwas.