On a day that only a mother could love I dragged my long-suffering spouse into the farthest reaches of our lands to the western shores of Pembrokeshire. Why would I do such a thing to a nice lady? Well, I had taken the day off to celebrate Samhain, and it was part of my year’s quest that I should resolve the link between Berth and Death. That’s The Berth – a Shropshire hillfort – and Arthur’s Grave, the final destination for a mythical character and a hedge druid. If you haven’t read the beginning of this story, then may I refer you to this post? I feel compelled to do so.
So, the story was that “The Death of Scorpio”, or the coincidence of the constellation appearing at the point of the western sunset along the south-western axis that joined The Berth to Arthur’s Grave was the reason I was making a four hour drive along slippery autumnal-bedecked roads to hike into the back of beyond. As I journeyed that day I was continuously recognising places that Kal and I had passed on our journey to the same location earlier in the year at Spring Equinox. On that occasion I had come to Beddarthur (Arthur’s Grave) as the final part of a quest to use the energies of three stars to unlock an inactive part of my DNA sequence, and potentially unlock some hidden healing powers. At the time I had no idea what I had done. During the year I discovered that I had acquired an ability to draw energy from plants to use to negate the dark and twisted energies left behind by some humans upon death, and I had also unleashed a guiding spirit of a knight who had been enlisted to assist me with such work.
All that seemed far away and certainly locked deep in the back of my mind as I wrestled with the increasingly powerful and playful winds that rose to meet us as we crested the hills from which Stonehenge’s powerful healing stones had been hewn. Today my mind was focused on the mundane matter of the rip in my hiking boots that were making one foot wet and squelchy.
I only have to go somewhere once for its navigable points to become embedded in my mind. Without map or compass I navigated us over the hill and straight to the distinctive outcrop of rock in whose shadow the Beddarthur DNA chamber nestled. M assured me that it was impossible to dowse in such strong winds. I demonstrated that although it could be a tad inconvenient at times to have your rods thrust aside from their designated course, they soon swung back into place given the merest lull in the gale. She shrugged at my persistence, as though not understanding my stubbornness. It must have looked odd, I suppose. Nevertheless, the rods were giving me valuable information. I was in the right place. I should enter from the bottom of the structure. I needed to visit a small pool of water at the base of one of the stones first. And that I should sit at the head of the chamber when I was prepared and cleansed of the unclean ‘worldly’ energies I had brought with me.
Before I began my meditation work I wanted to do one last dowsing test. Was there an energy ley that passed through this ancient structure? I moved from one end of the stones to the other in search of it. Just as I was about to give up the rods crossed close to the ‘entrance’ of the chamber. The rods splayed out in the usual barrier response and indicated that the line passed through the entrance at an angle that was 45 degrees to the main axis. I knew the main axis was oriented North-South, so that meant that the energy ley was passing from North-East through to South-West. Exactly where I would have expected the line to be oriented if it had come from The Berth. I dowsed for an answer – was this the same line that could be found at The Berth? YES. OK – now I was on to something.
I looked around and saw that if I followed the energy ley’s width into the near distance it was marked by a ragged notch in the nearby rock formation, where two stacks of rock leant to form a ‘carrier’ for the energy line. Interesting.
The Culmination of Healing
I stood at the entrance point that I had identified already. Asking the Spirit of Place whether it was alright for me to enter I felt a slight tug and fell forwards. I think it was alright. I began to walk in and out of the stones until I reached the stone with the water at its base. The dowsing rods had circled this particular stone three times, so I repeated the same number of perambulations, then knelt before the stone and began to draw the pure mountain water across my face in slow, wide streaks until I was drawing a cross from temple to temple and from forehead to chin. This felt good. It felt energising, and a bit naughty, as though I was re-appropriating the symbol from its current use and back to a time when it was a symbol of the cycles of the year’s seasons.
I moved on to the central point where my power centre was located. Here I sat until my seat got soaked and then I decided I would be better standing. Hey – sometimes I’m as stupid as the next person, you know? As I stood in the damp grass circle at the head of the chamber I began to use my vocal technique to open up the five chakras that I now work with. I could instantly feel my energy body opening up and reaching out to touch the auric field of the site itself. Each chakra point on my body felt connected to some part of the site. It was like I was linked into the site’s energies, plugged in and powered up.
I could visualise the threads of energy coming out from my energy centre in my solar plexus. As the threads unfurled they reached out to various stones in the site’s circumference, and I felt the DNA chamber activate again like last time. On this occasion, though, the threads were creating arcing beams like a Tudor ceiling, or the inside of a wooden church, threading themselves between the stones in arcing energies that came through me as a focal point. Soon the threads were pulsing with energy and light, fluorescing with colours and flowing with pulses of energy as they throbbed and flowed around this amazing invisible structure that only existed in my otherworldly consciousness.
Looking back at the process I went through on my last visit several months before I realise that I went through pretty much the exact same procedure! Then I had opened my chakras using tone variations in my vocals, and I had walked a ritual path between the stones, then visualised the energy strands flowing between those points.
As I retracted the energy threads, re-bundling them into my energetic centre, I knew that my work was done here. No dowsing was necessary. M had been standing within the structure too and she looked relaxed, peaceful and was smiling brightly despite the howling gale ‘outside’ the structure. In here, in this rib cage of Arthur, we seemed protected from the roughness and the rawness of the outside world. We both walked out of the structure together and suddenly the cold biting wind ripped mercilessly at our coats and hats. That in itself was a strange experience, to be impossibly cocooned by several low-lying stones in a vaguely oval shape.
I had completed my tasks related to healing for this year. This was the death of that particular learning process for this year. Next, at Pentre Ifan, I would find out what I needed to do with all that I had learned so far.
Gwas.
