It was a dry-ish Saturday morning when I got up and had the desire to go and seek adventure. However as Gwas pointed out, “What purpose?” and to be quite frank I couldn’t find one. So instead I high-tailed it to Costa coffee shop and relaxed with a book and cake.
However upon my return to my lodgings I still felt the urge to be “out-there” and so I decided to take the car for a drive. It sits unused all week and so it’s good for it to be taken for a reasonable drive during the weekends.
Just to get me moving I plugged in Avebury into the sat-nav and was off. Between where I am staying and the M5 motorway is one singular link(ing) road of around 40 miles. It is a tiresome road I have to say and I don’t relish driving it, but since its the only way out-o-here I was on it in moments.
Hitch Hiker and the philosophical lesson
I got to about 5 miles on the link road when I spotted an out-stretched thumb. I drove past it without a thought and within moments reconsidered. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular I reasoned, lets see if this hitcher has some fantastic place to be going to? So I flipped the car around and was off to pick him up.
As he got into the car I said to him, “mate, its your lucky day, wherever you want to go, I’m your man!” At that moment, I was ready to go anywhere petrol would take me. Sadly the universe missed a trick and the fella only wanted a short journey of some 30 miles up the road.
Martyn by name, he was a kindly soul who without encouragement dispensed his wisdom and views of life, love, peace and balance. Promising to be in touch he vanished out of my life some 30 minutes after appearing in it.
I continued on along my journey to no-where at roughly 60 miles an hour.
Cheddar Gorge and reuniting with my energetic double.
The M5 gave me many options, Glastonbury, Stonehenge (which was closed the last time I visited before xmas. Or more city oriented places such as Bristol. This latter (1 more hours drive) took my fancy and I continued along the straight and rather repetitive motorway.
At one point some 30 or so minute later I spotted a sign for Cheddar Gorge and Caves. With virtually no thought at all my car steered itself of the road and went off in search of this Gorge. Even as I wondered at why I had decided to come of in this direction a thought struck me…
It was time to re-merge with my energy double! Wow really? Back in Alderley Edge, 2 weeks ago, when I had released it, I had said that it would need to return in 3 weeks. But it seems that this prognosis was going to be out by a week. But who was I to argue? So with that purpose in mind I wound my way towards Cheddar Gorge.
Parking my car by the very apt sign, FREE PARKING ~ Rocks can fall at any time. I put some protection around it, You never know, right? and followed my rods as they led me on a winding and muddy path up the side of the gorge.
As you know me and heights dont mix and luckily the rods knew this too and after a climb of some 40 feet in height they twirled. I asked whether this was a suitable place to call my ED? No.
What? I looked around for some indication as to why this spot had been picked out. On the ground was a golf ball sized piece of quartz. I asked the rods whether this was why they stopped and would I be needing this, yes and yes.
Odd though, because I had only asked to be shown the best place to call my ED. I carried on along the path which was now getting quite high and narrow! The rods stopped again and this time I felt that it was the ‘right’ place. I was mistaken and again found another piece of quartz on the ground.
The third stop, now well up the cliff, almost near the top was to be the place. According to the indication of the rods I placed the two crystals one on either side of me, slightly above my head. I remembered this time to use a rock as a point of deflection and mentally sent out ‘my’ song. It took just a few moments for the soft whoosh to push me back and I knew I was again housing my ED.
I rather wish it was a more spectacular experience, but alas I report un-embellished.
I asked the rods, whether I was done and after a bit of intuitive honing in I understood that I had to cleanse the two crystals of my personal energy, which I did with intention and washing in a cold stream.
The path down the slope was quite a tricky affair and with no trees to energetically bind myself to I nearly took a slip a couple of times. The caves that had been advertised on my journey to the gorge were closed for some reason and so I was off, in no particular direction.
St Andrews Church the place of no Energetic Shrouds
It seems that one of the things that I am going to have to get used to with this ED is the occasional nudge to do something. For instance as I was driving away from the Gorge I felt a nudge to turn off the main road and head down a little side street. Since I had no plans of my own I followed this nudging a couple of streets more and ended up at church.
The church was dedicated to St Andrews and though it looked nice it didn’t seem to have any other features of interest. I jumped the fence (why are the houses of God closed?) and wandered around the church. The back had the obligatory graveyard and I traversed its length.
Note to self: Why do churches have graveyards? For example, Mosques, Synagogues and Gurdwaras don’t.
With an ‘odd’ feeling I curiously dowsed to find any energetic shrouds and was surprised to find a lack of them. Double and triple checking confirmed this finding. I looked around for the usual Yew tree and found one. Walking over with greetings I asked whether this yew was responsible for the grounding of the energies? No.
Surprised again, I asked to be taken to what was and the rods pulled me around the side of the church to a little walled of garden that contained cremated graves. It was a lovely little niche with many flowers on the little square pavings. I asked whether it was because of the people and there obvious care for this garden that had grounded the shades?No.
I wasn’t surprised at this answer because previous experience told me that peoples attention encouraged energy. My intuitive brain finally got to the question, “Is it because they were cremated?” Yes.
I don’t know how these cremated graves helped to ground the buried ones. There is more to learn here I’m sure. But I have to say a fantastic addition to our knowledge on such matters.
I left St Andrews and was off again.
St Leonards Church an Ancient Monument
As I drove away I saw a sign for Wells. Now as you know wells have a deep connection with all things sacred and so I wondered if the Wells in the name had anything to do with wells in the ground (contrary to popular opinion, I love not knowing stuff. It makes the synchronicities more surprising.)
About half way between the Gorge and Wells I was led off down another side road and eventually came to a broken down sign…”Ancient Monument” Ok, let’s go and look at that.
It was another church, this time dedicated to St Leonard. I couldn’t find anything interesting in the grounds and was about to give up when I asked the rods, “Take me to something interesting?” The rods span and took me to the door of the Church. Obviously to something inside.
With a sigh I tried the door and found it to be open! Seems like my prayer about churches being open was answered. Fast service!
Without a by-your-leave I walked in and upon finding it empty, began to dowse. Quite curiously like Manchester Monastery, I found a power center at the top (altar) left of the church hall and then an energy line that laced around the pillars in and out back down the hall.
I would have done some more work but it was getting late (winters sheesh!) and I wanted to get to Wells.
Strawberries
I was getting closer to Wells when I was stopped again! Please give me a break already! This time by a roadside fruit stall…nothing else…just a fruit stall all on its own. Weird. I went in and bought some strawberries. Amusingly I asked the lady-owner whether there was anything interesting about her shop, no. Oh well! Onwards!
Wells, A peaceful town
I got to Wells about 2:30 ish in the afternoon and I have to say i’m impressed. Glastonbury (which is just a stones throw away) is a cool place, but I’m going to punt for Wells.
It was a busy Saturn’s Day afternoon but the town (city should I say) just had a feeling to it. Now that I can reflect on it more. I would call it peace. It reminded me of the most peaceful populated place I’ve been in my life, which was Medina in Saudi Arabia. Although Wells wasn’t a match for that place. I’m sure it would grow on me if (when) I visit a few more times.
I wandered around the shops and side streets literally soaking in the feeling. Then it was off to the Cathedral.
The cathedral (massive as it is) isn’t well signposted and in the streets (where you can’t see it) I was lost. But I saw a spire and headed towards it and ended up at St Cuthbert’s, which has been mistaken for the cathedral by others too.
St Cuthberts Church in Wells a forgotten power centre
Again, it seems that something on high had answered my call and the door to St Cuthbert’s was open. No hesitation, I wandered in and took in the spirit of the place. It had a really nice feeling about it and because it was empty I was able to do some quick dowsing. Here again I found a power center on the left of the altar (some five feet away) which meandered down the left side of the church.
My appreciation for Wells grew as I saw a rack of post cards for sale with no attendant other than little slips (to put payment in) and a box to post them in. I like it when people put there trust in the world. I purchased two cards, just because they had this set up.
See? It works.
The constant chiming of the cathedral bells reminded me of my onward journey and I was off wandering through the – lovely – town (oops city) towards the cathedral.
Wells Cathedral
On the side of the cathedral are some wonderful gardens, unfortunately I was too late to get in to see these (an excellent reason to return). I mention them because within these lie the wells from which the city gains its name. After making sure that the garden was truly secured against entry (I don’t mind fracturing a ‘no-admittance’ law occasionally) I entered the inviting cathedral.
Again my first impression was given by the ‘optional’ payment option. Rather than having gates and bars to stop people, they simply had the occasion “please donate” an entry fee. The fee requested was £5.50 which again I was happy to give, just because it was an option rather than a requirement.
I wandered through the various halls and ante-chambers within the building admiring the architecture and taking in some of the history…
Two excavations in the nineteenth century and a much more extensive archaeological investigation from 1978 – 1980 revealed exciting proof of religious buildings stretching far back into the past and confirming the existence of the great Anglo-Saxon minster church of St. Andrew. (source)
Curious synchronicity there, if you noticed? St Andrew?
I am sure there is a lot more to say about Wells cathedral and since I will definitely be visiting this place again, I will leave more discussion for that time. Let me just report some dowsing that I was fortunate enough to be able to do.
The Chapter House – The Octagonal Room
The Chapter House, as the picture tells is up a slightly winding stair and as I climbed it I could feel that something special was up ahead. This link lets you pan around the Chapter House much better than any pictures.
As I said, fortune was with me because the octagonal room was deserted when I entered and so it was out with the rods to see what energies where in this room. Now if you go to the above link and rotate it so that you have your back to the door and are looking at the central pillar. The energies are thus.
- A male power center between the pillar and the left wall and between the pillar and right. Both of these have a energy line flowing to each other.
- There is another male power center that is right next to the pillar on the right as your looking at it. This has a energy line that flows from around the pillar and then, curiously, to the plaque on the wall, with the motif on it, can you see it? Just behind the pillar.
The third remarkable find was a ley line that passed through all three power centers and flowed with energy from right to left as your looking at it.
I got about this far before people wandered in and I was hastily putting my rods away. But later on I wondered…
We were upstairs, I don’t know how many feet above the ground and yet I had found a ley line going through the Chapter House? Curious.
Lost car
Tempus, as they say was fugit’ing and so I was off for my car when I realised that in my haste to get out and about in Wells I had forgotten to pay attention as to where I parked. It didn’t worry me overly, how many car parks can there be? But my brain kicked in and told me to use my rods. So with quick little directional dowses (it was a crowded shopping town) I found the car-park almost straight away. I love dowsing!
Another hitch-hiker – opportunity lost
Dusk was settling in as I made my way out of Wells and in the darkening sky I could see Glastonbury Tor tempting me to visit. I resisted with great difficulty and went on my way.
About an hour after I left Wells I spotted another hitch-hiker going my way. I passed him and my intuition/ED nudged me to stop. In the few seconds that I thought about this I was getting further along the road. Then finding a place, I stopped and mused over returning to pick up the hitcher. But my rational brain was going, “its late”, “you’ve had your fun for today”, and all sorts of other excuses. Sadly I fell to there rationality and continued on home, with a slight feeling of regret in my mind.
When I got back I asked the rods, should I have picked up the hitcher? Yes. Did I miss a trick? Yes. A big one? Yes. Can I ask questions about what it would have been? Ambivalent i.e. No
Strawberries – the synchronicity
I returned to my lodgings about 7 in the evening and walked in on my landlady and a friend having a chat. I sat with them a while and at some point one of them mentioned that she fancied some strawberries. I had forgotten all about them and had left them in the car. A few minutes later I presented them to her. Magic in the making
Kal Malik wanderer
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Great story Kal. Just out of curiosity – was it the last Saturday? I’m asking because this week, I’ve had this amazing urge to travel myself. Is the world in need of journey again?
Hi Sparrowhawk, It was two weekends ago. Imbolc has passed my friend, the doors to spring are creaking open. If your sharp enough, get them skates out and get rocking! We’re out again this weekend and boy I cant wait.
Kal
Ps – last weekend though, was not a day for an outing but I went against my intuition and suffered the consequences, post up and coming
Looking forward to it Kal.
I need to learn to trust my intuition a bit more and just go off – travel some! This city has too much influence on me – dampening my True Voice and keeping me chained to its streets.