Guerrilla dowsing at St Annes Church Barnstaple

Last week I moved to North Devon, specifically the town of Barnstaple. I was here but a day when I was walking around the town center getting my bearings and checking out the cafes when I was pulled into an alley way. I say pulled because that was how it felt. I had walked past the non-descript alley several times without noticing, this time however I felt a strong urge to turn into it and explore what was on the other side.

I am reminded of an occasion when our sometimes dowsing companion John tells of a time he was “pulled” off the road and along a lane to a hidden churchyard. Well this was no different. The alley led to a secluded set of lanes that went around and between a chapel. More accurately St Anne’s chapel.

As I walked around the lanes I could feel that there was something going on here. Special is a word that I used at that time, perhaps even magical. The feeling wasn’t good or bad, it was just a feeling. Like static electricity in the air. It, simply “felt”.

Although the chapel was in a very secluded area I could see that there would be no chance of dowsing it, as there were a few people passing through or seated on the occasional benches all of the time. Still my curiosity was peaked and for the next couple of days I went to that “hidden” strange place several times.

Gwas and I have a term, Guerrilla Dowsing for occasions when our dowsing is rather risky, perhaps at sites that are gated and barred. A week after my arrival at St Anne’s I knew that I just had to dowse that place. So setting off about 2a.m. I decided that now was the time.

The streets were empty except for a saxophone player in the empty market square, playing the same mournful tune again and again, seriously!. I walked past him, pretending to be hurrying home and entered the dark alley and the lanes beyond.

The static feeling I had had on previous occasions seems to be magnified by the darkness of the night as I pulled out my dowsing rods and began to question them regarding this mysterious place.

• Was there anything energetically significant about this place? Yes
• Was it to do with the church? Yes
• Was there any ley lines going through this place?Yes

There were two leys that crossed the chapel, not being as well equipped as Gwas I don’t know which direction they were going I’m afraid. Nevertheless my questions continued…

• Was there anything else here besides the leys? Yes
• Power centers? Yes – were these significant? No

On impulse I asked whether there were any Energetic Shrouds here? The rods fairly jumped out of my hands with a YES. But as I explored the place I couldn’t find any graves so my curiosity was peaked further…Shrouds with no graves?

Gwas and I have come across the odd energy shroud outside of grave yards, but here the rods were going manic over the question of Energetic Shrouds, there were lots and lots of them here.

Being a lot wiser than before I immediately put up several layers of protection and continued my investigations. Take me to the most concentrated area of shrouds? The rods took me up the steps to the church. Wow! You could really feel them crowding around up there or was it the dark and my imagination.

Further questioning revealed that the there had been many burials at the site but the graves had been built over (Does the Amityville horror ring any bells people?) Also that the two leys were energising the shrouds and thus giving them a longer “life” than they would normally have.

I was getting over whelmed by the energies of the place by this time and conscious that someone might spot me, a newcommer, wandering around churchyards at night, so I produced a protective Energy Bomb as I left the place.

Now that I am writing this I googled the church and found the following interesting information…

… the grave stones were removed and placed around the boundary walls. The walls of the crypt, which had been buried outside and choked up within by an accumulation of soil, were opened up.

What  must  always  strike  the  visitor  is  the  height  of  the ancient churchyard above the level of the church and other nearby buildings and pathways. This is due to centuries of burials.  It was the universal custom after each burial to scatter the remaining soil onto the adjacent ground and so gradually this raised the level of the churchyard.

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What a set of confirmatory information! Exactly as I dowsed it to be.

Kal Malik ~ Late night dowser!