In the second part of three tales of my outing to Anglesey for the Autumn Equinox this year I will be telling you about a trip to two new sites. One of the sites required earth energy healing, and the other was beyond repair, but is still worth a visit for the sake of its unusual positioning on the island.
As we tried to navigate our way through the back roads of Anglesey we realised that the signs on the island were only there for the amusement of the locals. No sane person could navigate their way to their destination using them! Luckily, Mike and I have been developing our intuitive senses for quite some time now and disregarding our reason and the direction of the signs we “somehow” managed to arrive at exactly the correct place to park for the Presaddfed Chamber. A surly weather-torn local walking a dog gave us a deep stare of distrust as we emerged from the car. By now the wind was picking up even more than previously, and the good weather was quickly being obscured by scudding and darkening clouds.
Perhaps it was the change in weather that led us to immediately proclaim that there was a problem the moment we got out of the car. We both stood there looking at each other, trying to assess the feeling. Mike said, “This place doesn’t feel very nice.” A masterful understatement. My intestines were curling up on themselves in a knot of disgust as though trying to hide themselves from the waves of bad energy that were sweeping across us as quickly as the wind itself. “No, there’s something not right.” I retorted in a typical English humour.
Presaddfed Chamber [LL65 3UE]
Mike and I walked towards the brown tourist sign that pointed through a pair of stone pillars denoting the entranceway to Presaddfed Hall. The former Gate House bore a sign saying that we were entering the grounds of the Anglesey Shooting Club. The sign seemed to compound as well as explain the feelings we were having. We nodded in agreement to each other. Let’s see whether our suspicions would turn out to be correct.
As the tree-lined track opened out to reveal both sides we first saw the firing range and then the chamber on the opposite side. The firing range was directly opposite the chamber, and we had no need for dowsing rods to feel the malevolent, no, the “unwholesome” energy that was flowing from the cricket pitch (not a shooting range – as one of the commenters to this post pointed this out to me) across the road and towards the ancient sacred site. We walked into the field containing the chamber some hundred yards away from us. There was a ready-made trail towards the site, but we both immediately felt that we should not walk that path. Instead, I got the dowsing rods out and found us an alternative path to take that would preserve out energies from the contamination of the black stream flooding across the field from the cricket pitch, or possibly beyond – we didn’t investigate.
After forming a wide sweeping arc away from the straight path my new path locked into an animal track and soon it was swaying side to side with the usual signature of a healthy energy flow. Following this trail we approached the Presaddfed Chamber cautiously to inspect the two remaining structures of this ancient sacred place. The chamber is actually two chambers. One of the structures is a wonderfully preserved (or should I say ‘reconstructed’) example of a dolmen. It is practically large enough to stand up in (for a giant such as myself) and there is a good six-feet square of space inside the chamber. From the footprints I would say that cows love it too.
Our first discussion was about what effect the activity of shooting might be having on the energy field of the chambers. Although we didn’t feel that the chambers were too badly affected, we did feel that there was a drip-feed effect of negative energies coming from across the way from the cricket pitch area. We could feel that this energy would in time overwhelm the natural balance of the site, although we were unaware of what work other people may have done at this place in the past to protect the site. I dowsed that it would be impossible for us to prevent the negative energy from flowing towards the chamber because any work we would do would be gradually undone. Still, with my dowsing rods, I confirmed that it was appropriate for us to do some work to protect the site from this unhelpful energetic influencing force, if only for as long as we possibly could. Mike’s psychic impressions were the same – it would be OK for us to work here and to try to do good.
Protecting the chamber
As Mike prepared himself for his part in the process, I set about dowsing where to put my protection crystal set around the site. Crystals were placed at specific point in and around the site with the slanting rock of the fallen chamber being the most energetic place where my focal crystal went. Both Mike and I climbed this rock to stand on top of it at some point during our preparations. We worked apart, and without paying any attention to what the other was doing, often hidden from each other by the size of the massive chamber stones. Mike didn’t realise that the slanting rock was where I had placed my focal point crystal, and when I asked him why he had chosen to stand on that spot he answered that it was because it was the most energetic place and that he felt best there. I invited him to look down and see that my crystal was hidden in one of the rock’s many folder layers, and we laughed. This kind of synchronicity often happened when we worked together.
With the crystals in place and both feeling as though we were cleansed and charged with energy we briefly formulated a strategy. We would put a shell of energy up around the chambers, imagining a force field in our respective protective colours (Mike’s was white, whereas mine was pale blue). In my mind , as we worked, I saw an intricate weave of glistening strands of energy come together in a protective blanket of energy that eventually covered the chambers like some kind of glass dome, so seamless and reflective was the field.
Satisfied with our work, and having dowsed that the work would stand the test of time, at least for the next six months, we left by the same route that we had entered. Even though we were blocking and re-directing the terminus point of the negative energy from the cricket pitch, there was still a slow flow trickling constantly along the entrance path that most visitors would take to the site. This was not something that we could alter ourselves – this might take many more people involved to permanently fix such a strong and embedded energy flow. We felt that the mindset of the visitors coming for the shooting activity was contributing to the continuous flow of negative energy.
Barclodiad Y Gawres [map]
After we had felt so good about the work we had done at Presaddfed it was with high spirits that we made our way along the sandy coastal path at Trecastell Bay in a very fierce and powerful wind that had developed since we left the chamber. Here at the seaside the surfers were struggling to make any headway in their pointless quest to reach the furthest peaks of the crashing waves that punished the dark rocks that lined the bay. Speaking was nigh impossible above the din and we were glad to reach the dome on the headland and find that the chamber’s entrance offered welcome respite from the wind. I couldn’t hear myself think. I couldn’t hear the voices that were telling me about the site I was about to visit. I pushed against the wind with fierce determination. I WOULD visit this new site!
We already knew that we couldn’t get into the Barclodiad chamber because, having stopped at the Wayside Stores at Llanfaelog to pick up some lunch, we knew that the chamber was only open for tourists at weekends and Bank Holidays. That was fine by us because on arrival we very quickly knew that there was nothing here for us to explore. The site was completely energetically dead! Whatever reconstruction had been done here – the concrete roof, possibly some removed or moved stones, or the iron gates – something had sapped the site of any vitality, and the subtle energy had long since been dissipated. Perhaps this was what had attracted the rampant vandalism that had been the excuse to close the chamber off completely from the public except under weekend supervision?
We read the information signs and then dowsed to see whether anything, anything at all, retained some energy. One stone. One stone in the entrance hall still had traces of subtle energy. We were thankful for something to investigate, and I traced the energy from the base of the stone to a female spiral near to the end of the corridor.
I did my usual check of the information presented to us by the local experts. Was this construction originally built as a burial chamber? NO, said the rods. Emphatically. Yet again, the opinion of the source of information that I am in connection with when I dowse it at odds with the archaeologists and social historians. What can I do about that? It keeps happening!
We had lunch watching the waves smashing onto the western shores of Anglesey, and then we left somewhat disappointed. This had promised to be a large reconstructed site that should have been an exciting weave of subtle energies that would reveal something about the way these sites had been used by our ancient ancestors. Instead it was a garish testimony to the disconnection that modern re-constructionists have concerning their relationship with these sacred sites. However, I knew a remedy for this – a visit to the last site of the day, Bryn Celli Ddu. Now, THERE was a sympathetically preserved site if ever there was one. I knew that Bryn Celli Ddu was still very active energetically, and I was eager to get Mike’s impressions of the place. As it turned out, I was right to think it would not disappoint us. But that’s for the final part of the story.
Gwas
I believe it is fair to point out that the ground opposite the Presaddfed site is a cricket pitch, a hallowed ground for locals. There is a clay shooting ground further up the drive, but the vibes are all positive. Shame you had such a negative feel and paint such a poor image of a wonderful place.
Thanks for pointing that out. It did look like a cricket pitch (the scoreboard looked familiar) but the signs related to shooting made me think the area was for that purpose. I’ll go amend the post to reflect that fact.
Also, our impressions of the place are wholly based upon our feelings, not on anything objective. And as you can see – we sometimes get the wrong impression!
Gwas.