July continued to be sunny, hot and dry. We were back from our Solstice outing and among the familiar landscapes either side of Cheshire. In particular Kal and I felt drawn to the Dinas Bran site. Both of us had questions that we hoped to find the answers to, and the walk was always lovely, if demanding. On an evening in the midst of a heatwave the hill seemed more inviting and more arduous than ever so we went prepared. I had my new yew staff, some food and a bottle of water. Kal had luck, faith and a newly conquered fear of heights. Each to his own!
Once we had reached the summit, I travelling barefoot and Kal following a dowsed energy trail, then we moved to our own separate areas of the hilltop to do our respective work. See, even working with a close friend my work is primarily alone. I say alone – I encounter more spirit entities than your average loner, making whatever experiences I have quite a crowded affair!
This evening, as I tried to cool down in the breeze which haunts the hilltop, I put my staff to one side with my bag, and then dowsed for the places that came to mind. The first one was that I wanted to know where I should start; the second would be where Bran was; and the third would be where I should ask my questions. That was my original intention – how that worked out might change during the process. They might all be one place, or multiple places – I didn’t know before I started. That was part of the adventure, and the luxury of using dowsing as a tool for getting answers.
Standing on the Head of Bran
My first power centre was right next to my staff. This would be where I would start the process off. I stood in the power centre and waited to see what happened. I took the time to do my connections, grounding, centring, connecting, waiting. After a few quiet minutes I felt the outer shell of my energy form crumble away and melt into the hill. Where next?
The rods took my around to a point close to the remains of two arched windows. I was still barefoot so it was a challenging location due to the sharp splinters of slate which spotted the site. Thankfully, when in the lullaby of the meditative trance I seem to never get stabbed, spiked or otherwise cut walking barefoot. The same cannot be said when I try it outside of the trance, however! I stood on the spot indicated and waited. Moments later I felt Bran’s gigantic presence. i was standing on his head again, as I had imagined previously when at Dinas Bran. Again, I was a small fly on the giant head of this mighty energy form.
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