michael’s church – The Hedge Druid

Imbolc 2015 P2 – Death Eating with St Michael

February 11, 2015January 26, 2016 Chris 2 Comments

Hedge Druidry

After Arthur’s Well (or close to it) we were heading out to Anglesey. I set the satellite navigation in order to get me back to some major roads that I recognised. On the way in that morning I had wanted to visit near to Llandeiniolen but we had searched in vain for it so I had given up in frustration. We had gone to visit Arthur’s Well anyway. Now, on the way back out – where did we arrive? At the damned church of course!! And I use the word ‘damned’ with intent, because no sooner had we stopped to admire the huge ancient yew trees than I got a dread feeling.

Yews at St.Michael’s

The old church at Llanddeiniolen seems to have changed its name, perhaps to disguise itself? Perhaps it is seeking to prevent visitors from finding its ancient yew trees? I have a fix on it now, though. The church is moments away from the nearby B4366 on a small back road heading to Waun. It used to be called “St Deiniol’s” but now seems to be calling itself “St.Michael’s”. It would turn out that the new name was highly appropriate to the work I was about to do.

We had been here before and so we knew there were some ancient yew trees, huge and hollowing. I had a feeling that there was some other reason I was being ‘directed’ to visit here, though. Intuition is a wonderful sense, but it doesn’t always deliver the information like a map. Sometimes the information is more like a painting.

Cornwall Winter 3 – Sancreed Beacon and Well

January 16, 2014January 19, 2014 Gwas No Comments

Ancient Sites, Dowsing, Energy work, Healing

Day two in Cornwall. The winter weather had relented and the grey rain clouds had receded back to clear skies. My target for today were a series of sites around the Land’s End area – sites which Kal and I had passed by on our mission to get to the “good stuff” in summer. There were a cluster of sites around the village of Sancreed, and then my midday destination was lunch on Carn Brea hill.

I arrived in Sancreed, parked in the village, then set off walking towards the church in the hope of tracking down the well nearby. As I got close to the church I saw a visitor sign for Sancreed Beacon. Well, why not? It was still mid-morning, and the air was still, the views would be lovely. I set off up the hill road.

1. Sancreed Beacon

I passed a van full of baying hounds parked in the lay-by, then walked to the top of the beacon hill where I was greeted by the sight of four wild horses grazing on the available greenery. As the sound of the disturbed dogs faded I began to appreciate the looming views. I had predicted correctly – the view was incredible from the beacon hill, as you might expect.

View from Sancreed Beacon - Winter Solstice 2013 (2) — View from Sancreed Beacon to St Michael’s Mount, Cornwall

The four horses did not seem very apocalyptic, nor were they very interested in me dowsing my way via an energetic path to the “best place for me to be”. They munched on, intent upon their delegated task to keep the hilltop naturally trim.

Sancreed Beacon, Cornwall - Winter Solstice 2013 — Wild ponies on Sancreed Beacon

The dowsing rods shifted right as I reached close to the peak and I followed. I was taken to a small rectangular-shaped area which was just to one side. I dowsed to try to find out why I was here – was there something I could do for the site, or something it could do for me (Kal’s great opening question). It was a healing requirement – there was work for me to do. Well, that’s a good start to the day!

Solstice 2013 – Glastonbury’s Faery Portal

July 1, 2013July 1, 2013 Gwas 3 Comments

Ancient Sites, Faery, Quests, Wheel of the Year

I had just discovered a fascinating energy formation that was created by the four energy polarities which were symbolised by four Arthurian characters. The walk from Glastonbury Abbey to the base of The Tor was full of anticipation about what might happen next. This was only supposed to be a prelude to a weekend in Cornwall, but already it was shaping up to reveal some fascinating insights into work done this year. There was more to come in that respect, but for the moment let’s return to The Tor.

There are tales associated with The Tor – Ynys Witrin – The Glass Isle. It is said to be a portal into the world of Faery – that unseen yet co-present dimension of sentient energies which inhabit the same space as our physical world, but which we rarely get the chance to encounter. Here I was at the base of one of the renowned portals into that world.

“With the 19th-century resurgence of interest in Celtic mythology, the Tor became associated with Gwyn ap Nudd, who was first Lord of the Underworld, and later King of the Fairies. The Tor came to be represented as an entrance to Annwn or Avalon, the land of the fairies.” (Source: Wikipedia referencing Introducing Glastonbury)

Yet my thoughts were trained on the Arthurian energies. My only directive to the dowsing rods at the base of the Tor was to guide me to a place where I could work best. Nothing more specific – just that vague notion. I took off my shoes and felt the cool grass on the soles of my feet. The earth went through me like a charge, and in turn I charged off up the hill following the rods’ lead.

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