A journey p4

In my exploration of energy I have come to the hypothesis that intuition and emotion are the interface between our organic self and our energetic self.

Now

I am sat during the final moments of the sun’s setting, facing the western shore looking out into the Irish sea. Behind and below me is the ancient sacred site of Pen Maen Mawr also know as the Druids circle. Between me and the circle are a set of incense sticks burning. 23 in total although only 3 or 4 can be seen from my position. They have formed a tether between the energies of the circle and myself. I have been told that I will need it. Surrounding me are 5 pure quartz crystals. Reminiscent of a powerful layout that I recall from an experience in the Emerald Isle.

Wisdom and guidance from an ancient friend and perhaps an infinite one has brought me here on this cold evening. Here in this spot the sun takes an age to disappear and it’s a good job too because I need some extra time to prepare.

A song comes to my mind bidden from memory. It is a song that has been played here before, down in the circle. It is the song that connects me to my energy self. That mysterious other that legend and myth speaks of. My thoughts aren’t as clear they have been on previous occasions when I have sung the invite to my energy self. I have emotional things on my mind this evening.

I look down at the pure white rock in my hand. It was a gift given to me on a beach that shores the Atlantic ocean off the island of Iona only a few weeks ago. At that time its purity was visible an clear. Now it burned with another hue, or maybe it was just me imagining it. A little of both perhaps?

Three hours ago

Can one have so much adventure in the space of one day, or indeed half a day? Do you know, this is what I think it feels like when one is following Destiny. Destiny, I wonder if its etymology is to be on a journey to a destination? Aren’t all journeys to a destination?

I had issues of death and life on my mind. Given that, my destination is a place where questions about such matters have always provided dividends. Of course my destination is that Ancient Old Yew tree that is the caretaker of a church in the village of Llangernyw.

As I walk through the gates I spy two other visitors sitting under the eaves of my old friend. I nod to them and remark at the wonder of the tree. They smile and agree and I ask if it is okay if I joined them, to sit under this marvelous creature. Commune with Ancient ol yew is as easy as it has always been and as I sit there holding a bright white Ionian rock I ask my questions.

• What to do?
• Where to go?
• When?

Ever faithful Yew responds with directions. Go to the Druids circle was the immediate response and even as he spoke I felt another presence enter the place. It was Caileach. I hadn’t communed with her since my episode in the hospital.

What do you have there ? she asked gently. Like she didn’t know. Nevertheless I held my hand open for her to see the pure white rock. I don’t know whether beings like her understand human emotions. Tears trickled down my eyes as I cradled the stone with soft gentleness. She stroked my cheek, as if curious about the tears. With one arm wrapped around the yew she gestured me away from that place. Go now to the Druids Circle and call upon your shining other.

Now

The song was on the wind of energy and it blew across time and space to call that which is me but not me. We’re definitely going to have to look for new vocabulary to explain these phenomena. I sensed that my Energy Self had heard the call and was on its way. Why was it taking time? Isn’t journeying instant for such a being? Then I wondered whether it was me that needed the illusion of time?

One instant it was by my side and then it was inside of me. I don’t think that I have ever spoken with my energy double. I certainly can’t recall it. That isn’t to say that there is no communication. Emotion and Intuition, remember? I mentioned it at the outset.

There were certainly many emotions. Sadness, loss, loneliness, paths not trodden. A strange mix, but if we add to them, mystery, wonder and deep curiosity about life. What we get is me. Sitting upon a hill, facing a setting sun with a pure white Ionian rock in my hand…and something else.

Twenty minutes ago

I had just spent twenty minutes recovering from the climb up to the Druids Circle. I definitely need to raise my fitness levels. Even as I walked up the hill I felt the presence of my mentor, Caileach in the air. When I had recovered and was about to dowse for what needed to be done she stopped my rods and walked along side me, instructing. No why’s with her. It was incense here, crystal there and finally sit here and sing your song. She was gone and I was alone, more alone than I’ve felt in maybe forever.

Now

I felt my energy self within me. Power and mystery are two words that I will always use to describe that being. Inside of me, it felt my emotions, my feelings, my wants. I felt it rush beyond them to a deep place inside of me, a place of knowing What the heck was that? Perhaps a place of knowledge more than knowing? I didn’t have the time to think any more about it. My intuition told me that my double was going to take me on a journey.

I literally can’t describe what that feeling is like. There aren’t the words. Nevertheless we were journeying and again I was almost certain that the time and space part of the experience were an illusion rather than an actual experience.

Half way across the world we visibly rushed and my intuition was telling me that we were also traversing time too and perhaps more. Dimensions? It within me or me and it had a destination.

Five hours ago

I was on a quest. Dowsing had told me that there was a deeply personal energy that was in existence in my old home. I had left that house 3 years ago. But now, through other experiences a revelation had been born which resulted in an amazing and profound piece of knowledge. An energy was still in my old home and it had to be reclaimed.

I had dowsed and dowsed for an alternative, but none were on offer. There was no way I could reclaim that energy without going to it directly. Nothing was happening from a distance. I walked past my old home a couple of times and then bought the bullet. I had to reclaim that energy. There was no way I was going to leave it there now I knew about it.

Stuffing my rational and fear ridden brain into my back pocket I walked up to the door and knocked on it. This is going to sound crazy, but I use to live in this house many years ago with my wife…it had many memories for us and I know, it’s really odd. but could I just take a walk around it, to bring to life some of those old memories…yes I know it has probably changed a lot since then but it would only be a couple of minutes…oh you are so kind…thank you, thank you.

By the audacity of luck and perhaps something more, I was given a couple of needed seconds to gather in the energy into a white stone I had picked up in Iona.

Now

My double and I had arrived, but where? And indeed when? It looked to be a fabulous garden. Stay tuned for the final part of this tale which will answer all your questions.

Kal Malik