Tintagel and a conversation with Merlin

After last weeks weirdness at Glastonbury I was worried. Having gained a monumental answer that there was something wrong with the world. I was flummoxed at the enormity of it all. An Internet “chat” with Gwas had got him dowsing to confirm that I was getting the correct results.

Still, I wasn’t really afraid that much because we have mis-diagnosed dowsing a couple of times, enough to be wary of such enormous statements.

So, in an effort to explore this question more fully I hopped into the car and headed of to the coast and that famed residence of Merlin and Arthur, Tintagel.

But before I got there, it seems that the world had other things on its mind…

Slaughter Bridge

Tintagel has a couple of mainish routes to it and since I was coming from the North of Devon the route that I had got me about 5 miles to famed land before the road-work gods had decided to close a complete road off! Seriously people! So I re-progammed the Sat-Nav and it took me another 25 miles around to get at Tintagel. However in this diversion there was a bonus.

As I meandered down country lanes (the A roads of Cornwall) I took in the scenery and the quiet little hamlets. Since Gwas wasn’t with me, I had to be the one on the look out for curios along the way and today fortune had blessed me with one.

I saw a gaudy flag and a sign with “Arthur” written on it flash by me so I hit the brakes and did a double take. At first glance it looked like some kind of touristy thing and it was closed so I nearly got back in the car when I had a intuitive nudge and so put my guerrilla dowsing head and clambered over the fence.

So here I was again in no man’s land, quite literally as this was the supposed place where Arthur was mortally wounded by his nemesis Mordred (who also got the chop here too). Anyway I dowsed to ask whether this place had any connection to Arthur, the answer was a resounding YES. I asked if he had died here? No…Now that was a bit disappointing, but I wasn’t going to give up so easily so I asked whether this was the place he was mortally wounded? Yes! Ah…

Before I could even wonder about it let alone ask I felt the drain of a Energetic Shroud. Well, it had been a battlefield after all and (as my dowsing confirmed) the energy being used in keeping its memory alive was also feeding the shades too.

Well, I wondered if there was any chance of gaining some wisdom from the Arthur’s legendary pal, Merlin. In regards to the world not being right. No, or rather I should continue on my journey to Tintagel where I would gain more answers. Now that’s a promise I like to hear. So after lighting a few respectful incense sticks and generally giving some gratitude energy I was off again.

Tintagel

Only a short hop later I was parking up in the rather windy and a bit drizzly town of Tintagel. Of course it is only a town in the Cornish sense of the word, a little villagette might be a more accurate for more city dwelling folk. Nevertheless I digress.

As per usual (why stop a good thing) I was dressed in my normal all weather atire, i.e. jeans, t-shirt, fleece, jacket and non water-proof highy liquid soaking trainers. Fantastic! Due to Gwas’s absence I also had incense sticks and crystals, should the need arise.

I would say that Tintagel is probably a gorgeous place in the summer, but having been there this summer and the weather was no different from today i’m guessing we just caught it at a bad time. Anyway, enough…I was off onto the hillock were Gwas had done his little bit of Arthurian communion. I, however was looking for a kindred wizard, Merlin.

Having already got an answer at Slaughter-bridge (what a name!) that I would be able to gain some answers here. I dowsed for the best place to seek these answers. And as usual the rods took me on a winding path right to the edge of the cliffs. Hmmm a sense of humour? Not

So there I was, with the wind blowing in my face, rain threatening to downpour and trying to commune with that shyster Merlin.As per usual, to get my bearings I did some dowsing? Was this the best place, Yes. Did I need any crystals? No, Any incense (like I could light it??) No, phew!

I stood looking down into the crashing waves, wondering about the world and its not rightness. What a strange thing to find, and what an egotistical thing to believe that I could do something about the world, I mean come-on “The World” we’re talking about here.

This was the province of sooth-sayers and doom mongers, 2012, cataclysms and Ragnarok came amusingly to mind. And I had tried to stay away from such nonsense. I laughed, was this going to be one of those things…

Gwas and I have often found that when we are truly averse to some belief or notion and try to avoid it, it keeps coming around demanding acknowledgment.

Was this going to be “one of those things?” I wondered. Then I swear, I heard a laugh, I turned around thinking that some other mad person must be touring this site in this weather, but no, there was no one there. I put it down to the waves and the wind and returned to my musing.

Whether it was the wind pushing me or just getting tired of looking at the same view, I ambled off without thinking about it and wandered around the ruins until I found a nice little nook to keep me warded from the wind. As I hunkered down I began to visualise…

“You are a funny one you are”

Now, i’ve had my fare share of chats with Ancient Yew but this was something else. It was like…trying to catch a soft feather in the wind, the mere movement of my hand would push it away further. That is how I would describe trying to hear this voice.

Like being in the dark trying to listen for sounds coming from downstairs I was straining to find a word, a whisper…an imagined voice? Then I caught another sentence…

“You’re trying to hard”

Ah, a bit of useful advice I thought, so I stopped trying and just, hmmm, casually listened. Nothing, not a peep. For a fair few minutes and so I started listening harder again and I heard the voice.

“I’m not talking about listening, i’m talking about your problem”

Ah, ok, duh…say on…Hang on, what do you mean my problem? I got the sinking feeling…Was I going to have to heal the world, pardon the pun!

“There isn’t a problem with my world”

Okay, I felt a distinct inflection on the word “my” in that sentence, it was obviously loaded with meaning. But I thought, obviously there isn’t with “your” world, your a shade or a entity or any number of other type of thing. Your world could quite distinctly be different from mine. Sadly the dis-jointed one line sentence conversation/commune continued…

“The problem is with your world”

Now, you have to appreciate, if intent had power my ears would have been the size of a radio telescope I was trying that hard to hear, o and understand of course.

“The problem is with ‘your’ world”

This time I caught something, call it intuition but I got hold of the edge of understanding and pulled hard…you mean “my” world, don’t you? Not “The World” but “my” world.

I listened hard for an answer, nothing. I waited, nothing…then on a cloudy, windy and rainy ragged coast-line, the sun came out. In honesty, I sat back in awe.

A few moments later I shot up realising that my jeans were now soaked through.

It seemed as if I had been given enough of an answer to build something on. I quickly got my rods out and asked the obligatory question…Was that experience real? Yes. Had I been speaking with Merlin? Hmmm a tentative yes. Merlins shade or spirit? Again a tentative yes, almost as I had to force a yes out of the rods.

Was the answers given sound? Oh Yes! It wasnt something wrong with “The World” it was something wrong with “my” world? Yes.

By implication this meant that there was something wrong with me, so I asked. Is there something wrong with me? Yes.

Sigh…

Why me? Is the lament of the lost (hey that’s a good quote) so I didn’t bother with it and after just the briefest pause I started on the trail of this “personal” wrongness.

I asked about all the “usual suspects” was I infected with Leprechaun energy? No, any other energetic blob, entity, shade, awareness??? No, no and no!

Was I infected with anything at all? No, Was my dowsing working properly? Yes, Hmmmm (dont ask)

I did some quick energy dowsing and found a few male and female power centers, all seemed well with the dowsing. Then an idea came to me but to explain, I have to go back in time a few months…

Self Healing

For many years I have practiced energy healing on others often and on myself daily. If you’re aware of Reiki then that is the school that I have been taught in, though it doesn’t really matter…energy is energy, right? Anyway almost on a daily basis I practice energy healing on myself. It only takes a few minutes and the results are well worth it.

However for a few months (I cant tell exactly when) I havent been able to do it. I can still practice healing on others and send it to others from a distance, but when it comes to myself. Zip, zero, Nada! There is some kind of blockage that is preventing me from practicing healing on myself.

How can you tell, you ask? Good question. Well it’s in the visualisation, or lack thereof. When I do healing I visualise the channeling or creation of energy and then it being sent to whomever or myself. Now, I can still create this energy and send it to anyone or place. But when I try to send it to myself…it just fizzles away…Almost as if there is a barrier between me and it.

If you’re a healer you are probably coming up with many and varied suggestions, yes yes and yes, ive tried them all but to no avail. Also I haven’t been able to get a intuitive hook onto it so that I could dowse questions. It seemed that this…phenomena…had a bit of a SEP (sombody elses problem) field around it too which hampered investigation.

Before I continue with the narrative there is just one other peculiarity that I want to mention. If I say so myself, I am a good Dreamer.  Always have been, by this I mean that I can create visualisations before I sleep and then in my sleep wander (almost consciously) through them. It has helped alot with intuitive problem solving. I find the answers in my dreams, by asking the questions before I go to sleep.

This self-healing issue has continuously evaded any “dream” exploration. I cant dream about it.

Back to Tintagel

So, as I was saying, I had an idea…Was this “something wrong with my world” to do with my self-healing issue? O yes, the rods fairly swung and hit me in the chest. I felt I was on a role and that perhaps here at this energetic site I would get further answers to my dilemma. Alas it was not to be, I lifted the rods but intuition was not forth coming. Could I “fix” this problem, yes? Could I do it here and now? No. Was it something to do with me only (i.e. not my environment) Yes. Only me.

I asked a few questions as to the why of it all, but none of them were revealing and so I left it for the time being. If you are asking, how could I? Then you dont practice dowsing often. There is a kind of energy that it takes out of you and after you’ve been doing it intensely for a bit, you just, hmmm, dont want to for a while.

Still, I was leaving Tintagel on a positive note. The world was safe again and I had done more to learn about my self-healing issue than I had done for about two or three months!

The game was indeed afoot!

Kal Malik 0f 22b Baker Street London