I have driven through the village of Sparsholt many times on the way to my father’s house in Barton Stacey, but never thought to stop there. Mainly because I am under time constraints. But I began to enjoy driving the little roads that connected old villages. It gives me some valuable alone-time and also I can feel the movement of the people of the past as they walked these roads, or travelled on horseback or carts or later in motorcars. I can imagine them visiting relatives in the other villages and going to church on Sunday, going to the market to sell their wares or to buy what they cannot get at home, or even for a change of scenery if they have the time to spare. My father thinks I am mad. He believes in getting someplace as quickly as possible and does not understand why I would want to take a longer route. I tried to explain but don’t think he was convinced.

The little roads between villages, created by the inhabitants of small hamlets, which were often part of old manors or estates, are like veins; a network joining the villages together; an entire template in time. This template is important when working on energetic layers. It is like a layer in photoshop, a layer that can be blended with other layers but which you can work with on an individual level. The layer I was working on was the connection between village churches. Still, when I started this, last week in St. Edward the Confessor’s Catholic church in Chandler’s Ford, I didn’t know that the journeys I had been making through Winchester’s outlying villages over the past few weeks would prove to be so important.

St. Stephen’s church is a small village church perched high above the village that surrounds it. It started life as a possible ‘pagan’ site on which the Saxons built their own place of worship; a common practice at the time. Whether by design, or intuition, energy attracts. In the distant past new cultures came into England and they brought their religious beliefs with them. Their beliefs might have been very similar to the beliefs of the people who already lived there and the new people would have settled, married into already established families and communities, and little by little religious culture would have changed. Special sites, which may no longer have been used, would have been the obvious energetic site to build a religious building on. Whether it was a known site or not it would still act as a magnet, drawing people to it. Religions might change, but those changes do not happen overnight. It takes time for them to shift and there has to have been an opening for them in the first place, a vacuum that needed to be filled; a Soul-need for change. St Stephen’s Church might originally have been one of these sites.

I walked through the little graveyard and into the church, which is obviously loved and well-taken care of. However, inside, the flint building was very cold, and I wondered how the original church-goers warmed it. It had been a Catholic church once upon a time before Henry VIII created the Church of England, so perhaps sitting on cold hard seats in a freezing church in winter was a form of penance or self-sacrifice. But maybe they didn’t feel the cold quite like we do. But, on the plus side, it was filled with flowers and smelled divine.

I walked up to the altar and stood in front of it, tuning in. Immediately the Magenta Flame appeared, part of the flame I had been given in St Edward’s. But I also saw the Jewish Menorah with all its candles lit. It appeared as though it was sitting on the altar. At first, I dismissed it. After all, why should a Jewish ritual object be present energetically in this little village church in the middle of the English countryside? But I discovered, when I googled it, that St. Stephen was born in Jerusalem and was the first Christian martyr stoned to death by Jewish elders for blasphemy. Again, the Jerusalem link; the same as last week in St. Edward the Confessor’s church. The symbols associated with Stephen are the censor; three stones; a Martyr’s Palm frond and a crown. These symbols were to be important later on, especially when I worked in St Mary’s Church in the village of Crawley. It was as if the energies of one place connected with, and were anchored in, the other churches; themselves acting as connectors of archetypal energies.

The next part of the anchoring was to blow energy towards the Flame of the Magdalene which is a striking magenta in colour. This blowing expands the energy or directs it. When you blow out it is done with an energetic intention; an intention that the part of you doing the work understands the purpose of. When you are doing this kind of work, you, as a personality, have little control over the process. Your Soul-self is the active Self.

As a result of blowing breath towards the flame, it grew and expanded, reaching the wooden-beamed ceiling. I heard the words “In Perpetuam”, which means ‘For all of Eternity’. This reminded me of the Perpetual flame of St. Brigit in Kildare, Ireland, a flame dedicated to the pagan saint and kept burning by a group of nuns dedicated to St. Brigit and kept alight for the past thirty years. The flame they tend is to send out the solar light of Brigit, the light of Justice, Hope and Peace.

So what did the anchoring of the Magdalene flame mean here? Mary Magdalene was one of Jesus’s disciples, and her flame-energy, originally channelled by a lovely Canadian man named Jhadten Jewell who played a really important part in my own energetic development, is the flame that helps balance, and heal, the wounded male. Her flame assists in the anchoring of the New Adamic energies, the New Male consciousness.

This is what he says: I have come to understand the power of the Goddess in Her great Return, in healing the wounded male energies of the planet that have resulted from the imbalance (i.e. predominance of the male energies that we can still see working today) of male and female energies. This is the return to balance, wholeness and unity. In my work, I have explored so many avenues of this and know that to be centered in the Goddess Light is the beginning of all creation. No matter how masculine a Soul may be, it is still and always one half feminine, in order for the alchemy of creation to unfold through all of us. We know that we have one half of our father’s DNA and half of our mother’s and yet the illusion of the physical gender, as important as it may be, lets us forget, again and again, the need for balance in these energies.

So why was the flame being anchored in these village churches? I know the answer might never come, but my Higher Self knows exactly why it is placed here and how it will affect the people who came here and who live in the area. All I can do is watch and facilitate.

Much of this work is carried out this way. I am under instruction, working in a dimension of consciousness which my personality self does not understand. Although I do get to watch, and enjoy, the higher Archetypal energies that exist in those higher dimensions, my Higher Self, or KA as they call it in ancient Egypt, is the one doing the real work. My body is simply the vehicle and the taxi service, driving from place to place and being a channel, or medium, for these energies to come through.

My next stop is in the church of St Catherine in Littleton. Another surprise visit and not so very far away.

(This post was written on a mobile keyboard. It makes it possible to write on the go with my phone. It is a genius contraption suggested by Chris Bishop, who I usually work with. Thanks Chris. A brilliant idea!)