It was the beginning of the third day of our Summer Solstice journey for 2013. The weather had been wonderful (counter to the lamented BBC forecast) and although still warm, it was looking slightly dubious this morning.
We parked the car and I noted that there was going to be a rather steep walk up to the castle that was named a rather innocuous, Chun. My experience has led me to question the term castle when it comes to ancient sites. Many of the marks on the map that say “castle” end up as being a raised mound or a few rocks semi-buried in the ground. The question that I am sometimes asked is, why do I say that such sites are sacred? The answer is that I don’t. Well not often, Gwas and I have visited many (castle/fort) sites and rarely do we declare them of value.
Here however is my thinking on the matter. As with modern social structures. Cities, towns and villages were built upon or surrounding older dwellings. Taking this to the nth degree, ancient origins could have been built on or around pagan sites of worship. Not only that but such dwellings would have housed places of devotion. So when we come across such a place we ask for such places. Are there energy centres, places of power, places of devotion, altars of ritual? In some cases useful remnants remain. In most they don’t.
As I said, It was a castle, so before journeying up to it I asked the dowsing rods whether it was beneficial for me to make the climb. Sadly they said yes, so it was off on the long climb up to the castle (oh and I forgot to mention, the Quoit – Dolmen).
At least I used the rods to take me via an energy trail and so I was less tired than I might have been. I let the rods guide me around the remains of the castle, which was a large area in cased in an ancient stone wall. Was there anything of value to me there? No.
Just a point to add here. I have changed my tack when visiting sacred sites these days. It used to me a me, me, me approach. I have evolved a sense of duty or giving if you like and now my visits are precluded by a question, “Is there anything I can do for this place and/or its inhabitants?” Much better methodology I have found.
So, nothing for me to do and nothing to learn. Not surprising, since there was a Dolmen nearby that I was sure would prove more interesting.
The Quoit was situated a further few hundred metres from the castle remains and I began the trek towards it. Gwas had been left behind at the castle. About half the distance to the Quoit the weather changed instantly and rain hit the hill top in almost horizontal waves. I was drenched immediately and pondered the worthiness of continuing. Grabbing the dowsing rods I quickly asked whether I should continue? The answer was YES! So I continued along the muddy path to the Quoit.
As you can see from the picture, there is a slight overhang that provided respite from the rain. I slid underneath it (the height of the Quoit was about 7 foot) and was able to gain a measure of shelter from the rain. Hunched and legs drawn in, I wondered how long the rain would last? Then another thought occurred to me, why was I brought to this place? As I let my mind muse on this question a thought occurred to me. Maybe I could use the Solstice Energy I had been gathering to change the weather. Bring the sun out? It had worked before, why not test it? The part of my mind that looks for evidence and proof jumped at the chance.
I let my mind empty and visualised the burning sun within my solar plexus (interesting now I reflect back on the moment. The Solar plexus chakra is known as the Sun chakra). I saw something open within me. Like petals of a flower (the image of lotus flowers and chakras is not lost on me) the gateway opened and a burst of light left my abdomen and hit the clouds. With absolute honesty a few minutes later the clouds cleared and the sun came out.
In astonishment I sat and let my clothes dry out. Happiness flooded my being at this confirmation. Wow! What an amazing power. Looking back I find that I didn’t have any thoughts of ego at this revelation of ability. More of surprise at it working. The sun was so hot it took only minutes to dry me out and feeling that my work was done, I began walking back to the castle. My spirit was soaring as I passed Gwas. Literally hopping and skipping down to the car. I sat within and awaited Gwas’s return, musing on my experience. Coincidence! Of course.
Kal Malik – breaking coincidences
