Cornwall Winter 2 – Circle, Wring and Bed

I had seen the sights around St.Cleer and was now heading firther into the moorland in search of one of the best stone circles in the country – or should I say the best three! The Hurlers. I had never seen them without them being shrouded in mist. Today…. it was likely to be the same! Still, it would add to the atmosphere.

From there I planned to walk across the moor to The Cheesewring on Stowe’s Hill, and then to a few sites beyond that which were marked on the map.

Top tip: Don’t trust that there will be a site just because it’s listed on the OS Map! Especially in this area!

Anyway, several false leads aside, I did get to see a few interesting places, and had a great experience sleeping in Arthur’s Bed (sometimes the jokes write themselves).

1. The Hurlers

Wraiths of mist whirled around the curving lines of standing stones which formed the three consecutive circles of The Hurlers. Only two “full ” circles are still obvious. The first circle, which has most of its stones missing, is strangely the one which I am most drawn to, and where most of my work at this site gets done.

So it was today too. When I asked whether there was any work for me to do here I was taken to the large remaining tall stone in the first circle. The dowsing rods crossed just to one side of it, and I stepped back in order to enquire further about what the work would involve. It seems that some dark energy (i.e. energy which is not beneficial to people visiting the site, or natural to its configuration) had been deposited next to the stone. I could clear it, so I would.

 I marked the spot with a pencil so that I could focus on it (well, there was a pencil lying next to the stone – it was like picking up litter). I looked around for inspiration as to how I could clear the energy. A gust of wind slapped me in the face to remind me that air energy is perfect for this kind of work. I set about calling upon my favourite air elemental to assist with removing the useless energy form. She whizzed past in a flash and I caught the tail end of her passing as another gust of wind. Gone! A quick dowse confirmed the reinstatement of equilibrium between the energetic forces in the circle. “Balance in all things“. I might have that tattooed on my forehead.

When I discuss such work with people, especially other visitors to such places, they sometimes ask me, “But how do you know that you SHOULD mess about with the energies?” Er…. I ask! “But WHO do you ask?” Er… Nature, the Site Guardian, The Spirit of Place, my Spirit Guides, whoever’s most appropriate.

Stretching and Compressing Subtle Energies

It’s not often I ask for the name of a spirit when i visit a site. If I have identified them as the presiding entity, the site guardian or spirit of place (whichever term suits you) then that is usually sufficient for me to begin working. However, because I was in “test mode” – trying to determine what kinds of energies were around at this point in the year – then I was making more enquiries than I normally would., testing the waters, as it were.

I asked the rods to take me to somewhere where I could speak with the spirit of the place (whether it was just this one circle, or all the circles, I don’t know). I was taken away from the tall stone, around on a small journey weaving a path outside of the next circle, and then back to stand against one of the stones – a nice flat upright one which afforded some shelter. I huddled up for warmth and to invite a trace state….

… I felt a connection, so I asked for a name. One emerged: Tregweasel. It felt like a male spirit, a pixie-like form. I asked whether there was anything he wanted from me while I was here – no, I had done my bit clearing the energy, for which I was thanked. Nice! Don’t usually get that. So, I asked if there was anything that he could tell me about the subtle energies of this place. He said that generally subtle energies are elastic. You can expand them, stretch them to cover a wider area, but that pulling them beyond their natural form weakens them. When you squeeze them they get more powerful, more concentrated.

This is valuable information! I couldn’t believe that I had never really considered this. I knew you could expand and contract the aura, but I didn’t realise the implications of doing that in terms of how strong or weak the forces would be due to stretching or compressing them. It was another surprising addition to the knowledge base!

2. The Cheesewring

As common question in these parts: where does one wring one’s cheese out? It’s a funny name, but there’s nothing amusing about this imposing and dour structure which is to be found on the wind-swept heights of Stowe’s Hill, unless you’re observing it from a photograph, in which case its top-heaviness lends it a ridiculous air. However, when one visits the site there is a distinct air of “gravity”, in opposition to any levity.

A short walk from The Hurlers you can see the fantastical stack from the stone circle on a clear day. Good luck trying to get a clear day!

I was interested to find out why it had such an air of doom and despondency. Was it because of the deep quarry next to it? YES, partly that confirmed the rods. But it was mainly a factor of the immensely strong earth energies which are emitted from the stones. That feeling is palpable, and for those who recognise the symptoms of subtle energies this causes a “dragging down” feeling which one normally associates with illness or being drained.

The best remedy for this is to quickly change your vibration to be in sympathy with the earth energy. By doing this the terrible weighty feeling is lessened, and it changes into a strong emotional response instead. Psychics who visit would do well to avoid this sympathetic resonance, as all sorts of stuff relating to the quarrying work begins to emerge, and an emotional response to all that memory bank of pain could lead to tears.

That downward pull was beginning to have its effect! The strong earth energies made me want to urinate. That’s every time I’ve visited the place I’ve felt like that. Too much information? Time to get to work then.

Again I asked whether the spirit of place was present and got a strong positive response. I had met this spirit before, and knew him to be called Hor, a gnome. He was in the same place as last time – nestled in the centre of the structure, in a funnel where the wind was constricted into a gale-force blast. I lasted about three seconds before getting out of there! No communing today!

On to the next site.

3. Arthur’s Bed

By the time I had tramped across three ridges in a horizontal rain, along muddy paths then no paths at all, lifting my legs high to avoid mud, hidden rocks and soaking heather, I was in need to a pit stop. I sat down briefly on Bearah Tor to have some food, then tramped across to Kilmar Tor to see if Arthur’s Bed was worth the journey. It was.

The views-around the moorland were fantastic – even at this time of year. The dowsing rods took me to the “best place” for me to be, and it was a place that was completely out of the wind, and facing the valley towards Middlewood in the distance. I appreciated the quality of the power centre. It was alive with effervescent female earth energy, and a positive combination of sun and moon energies too.

I felt tired. Yet my mind was still inquisitive. What was the nature of this place? Why was it called Arthur’s Bed? Was there any spirit energy here? Was there any link to an Arthurian energy form that I would recognise? Was Merlin here? Or Arthur? Questions, questions, questions! I knew I wouldn’t relax until at least some of them had been answered, so I picked up the dowsing rods.

The prevailing energy was earth energy (as at the Cheesewring). There was also a strong element of air elemental energy. In my mind these equated to Merlin and Arthur. Merlin as the Sky, and Arthur as the Land. I suddenly got very tired again. I should sit down. Be quiet. Stay warm. Be still. Sit here, relax.  I lay down on the rounded stone in my enclave and I closed my eyes, listening to the sound that the air made as it moulded itself over the smooth stones.

I fell asleep. Drifted away. Imagine! Asleep on a curved rock in a howling gale and lashing rain with no roof over my head. Sounds like hell? It wa bliss! As I drifted deeper into my dream state I felt like I was sinking into the ‘bed’, merging with the stones, the darkness behind my eyes was the inside of the stones – devoid of light, but full of energy.

I can’t have been deeply asleep because I was able to ask a question: “What can I learn about my quest from Arthur’s Bed?“. The answer drifted up to me from somewhere even deeper, even closer to the centre of the Earth…

“You need to surprise yourself to bring out that which you are seeking”

I arise quickly out of my slumber, wondering what time it is. I’m far out into the moor and still need to find a way back. Reviewing the options I don’t fancy re-tracing my steps across three ridges in this weather. I decide to find a way that follows the lower lying land.

I am sat contemplating the message I just received. I need to surprise myself? Suddenly, a crow emerges from a hole in the rock just below me and flaps away noisily, startling me. The crow’s wings have scuffed against the rock making an unexpected noise, and I nearly slide off my sloping rock perch but manage to catch myself quickly. Phew! Well! If I needed a sign that was it!

Somehow, over the coming year, I needed to surprise myself. Let’s see what happens!