Holidays are a wonderful thing. Here I was, roaming along the southern coastline of Albion, the sun was shining and I had no agenda – no physical, mental or spiritual work to achieve this week. Yet something was nagging at me. When re-stocking our motorhome I had re-discovered a treasured item – a necklace that I associated strongly with the Merlin energy. When I picked up the necklace it felt… “neglected”,, but more than that. “Tainted” may be a better word. Not strongly, but enough to cause me to wish to set that right.
It was in the back of my mind one evening as I let thoughts bubble to the surface, and I tried to get a glimpse of what I should do about it. In my vision I saw an old gnarled tree – maybe an oak? I saw the word “Rye” and didn’t know if that was a place or a crop. I knew I could easily resolve the problem by introducing some peaceful and sympathetic energies into the talisman, I felt.
I looked on the map. Rye was a town easily reachable in an hour from where we were staying in Bexhill-On-Sea. So, a visit would be in order.
We walked all around the mediaeval town of Rye, had lunch, then were about to leave when I felt a pull up a steep hill. I convinced M that we needed to continue looking around the town. There was something I needed to do, and the top of the hill would be the location, I felt. As we emerged into an old square lined with timber-framed buildings and a huge church I knew already this was the place.
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