It was early Saturday (22 Jan 2011) morning when I arrived at Buckfast Abbey. The morning was turning out to be nice and warm for this time of the year although the sun was having difficulty getting out of the clouds. As I walked about the grounds of the abbey (it has several little gardens in the nooks) enjoying the rose, herb and lavender gardens. There were several large trees in the garden that I felt really welcomed by and one in particular that kept calling me back.
Eventually however I opened up the abbey door and entered. It was free to the public, which of course led me to donate in several ways (buying postcards, lighting a candle etc…) I walked throughout the main hall enjoying the quiet atmosphere and the vaulted ceiling.
At the front of the hall and behind the altar there was a set of stairs leading to a smaller chapel. Alas the door was locked and I was denied admittance. Wistfully I made a mental note to learn lock-picking, as through the window I could see that it had a beautiful stained windows.
I continued working my way around the hall again I was able to get some dowsing in and I asked for the best place for me to be. I was directed to a pew and about 1 quarter of the way down it. I sat down and awaited any inspiration.
Honestly, I had sat for about 2 minutes when the sun shone in through one of the small windows right on the spot where I was sat. I looked around and could not see it on any of the other pews (though it did come down in a couple of places along the corridor to the side of the pews). As Gwas would be annoyed at me for saying, Awwwww.
After a while of soaking in the Sun energy I arose and was caught up in a gaggle of people who appeared out of nowhere and pushed me along with them. We ended up in the little chapel that had been locked before. Life, weird isn’t it?
I sat down with the crowd that had propelled me in and awaited what further mysteries would come my way, whilst enjoying the above mosaic window display.
Mass
Moments later the people (congregation?) surrounding me arose and I, being a conformist, followed. As I did a clergymen and attendant walked in and went to the front of the chapel and began to preach and pray in alternate.
This continued for about half-hour after which I arose with the others and went forward to claim a piece of the body of Christ. The vicar (if such he was) was quite surprised for some reason when my turn came up and neither he nor I knew what to make of it. He wanted to put the wafer in my mouth and I wanted him to hand it to me (odd though because he gave it other people in the queue in their hands).
We clumsily kind of went for a half and half solution in that he nearly got it into my mouth before I took it and palmed it whilst pretending that I had placed it on my tongue. With a rather cheeky smile I returned to my seat, wafer safely in my pocket.
Dowsing the wafer
I wandered around the abbey and its grounds for a while longer before deciding to hit the road and return home. Upon my return I dowsed the wafer thus.
- Was there any energetic significance to it? Yes
- Was it energised before the vicar’s prayer? No
- Was the prayer the cause of the energising? Yes
- Was it good for me to eat the wafer? Yes
And that concludes another brilliant day at another abbey thus maintaining my prediction for this year.
Kal Malik
