Arthur’s Gate and the Mother Tree.

I recently had a spontaneous initiation on the grounds of Lainston House, near Winchester, in Hampshire. Many years ago, in 1999, I made a connection with an old Yew tree which grows close to the road that bisects the old Lainston House avenue. This tree is one I have visited many times and every time I visited, she gave me many gifts, such as energy, a cloak of bark and tree wisdom. I had only arrived in the UK in 1991 and within a couple of years had begun training in mediumship, counselling and Reiki. I didn’t know then that I would be working with earth energies. That wouldn’t happen for another ten years. Or that I was beginning a spiritual training that would result in the Gaia Method Earthways. I wouldn’t have believed anyone even if they had told me. I remember my first experience of spiritual communication. It was in the Winchester Spiritualist church, back in 1994. I had been training as a tarot reader with the wonderful Rosemary Prince, which lead to her running a development circle. I went to the church a few times and one night the medium gave me messages, telling me I was a healer. I remember thinking she must be mistaking me for the woman who was sitting next to me as I was certainly no healer. Now, of course, I know she was right, but back then I felt too damaged to be anything, let alone a healer.

My first experience with this beautiful old Yew tree was when I discovered it, having gone for a walk through the woods, close to where I lived. She was such a huge presence there and I immediately felt drawn to go and stand with my back against her. This proved to be an electrifying experience and I felt the energies of every tree in the locality sending information to her through the ground, which she transmitted into the surrounding countryside. (This was before they discovered how trees communicate with each other through mycelium). She was like a mother tree to all the other trees, which she saw as her children, even though they were not of the same tree-species. She had such immense power which spread out for quite a distance across the land. I didn’t realise it at the time, but I was becoming one of her children too.

In that first estatic and powerful experience with her, she opened me up to a world of nature-energies and elementals. Each time I visited her, she gave me something, shared knowledge with me or asked me to share my energy with her. I absolutely loved this tree and visited her when I felt the impulse. And that was another thing, she never needed my constant attention. But when something of importance needed to be shared, I felt the urge to visit her and each time I went, something significant happened.

Lately, I’d passed her every day on my way to my father’s house, projecting ‘Hello’ to her as I went by. But one day, I felt the impulse to stop and visit. I had time to spare, so I parked up, and as I walked down the path towards her the words ‘Arthur’s Gate’ came into my head. My first experience of Arthur’s Gate was in Tintagel. I knew it was an initiation but thought the Gateway initiation was only at Tintagel; that it was a place rather than an event. I didn’t realise it was something that could happen anywhere.

I continued to the Tree and when I reached her, I touched her rough bark to connect with her. Then I was told to walk once around her anticlockwise, to open the energies between us. When I reached my original position I laid back against her again, and felt a line go from my heart to her heartwood; a sharing of heart energy. Then, I felt the need to walk forward and walked a couple of meters away from her. I experienced this as though I was a child being pushed gently into the world, able to stand on my own two feet. She was communicating to me that it was time I was out on my own, that I didn’t need her anymore.

This was a surprise because I hadn’t realised that she had been my Mother-tree for all these years, teaching me how to become a tree-person. But when I looked back at all I learned, I realise it was true. If it wasn’t for her, and the generosity of her indwelling spirit, the Gaia Method Earthways would never have been developed. She opened a tree-door for me and gave me access to a whole elemental world.

So, feeling a little weird about it, but knowing it was the right thing, I walked away, saying goodbye to her in my head, feeling sad and grateful.

I walked through the woods looking for the Lainston house avenue. This too, I had passed every day, promising myself I would stop and walk it. It was only a short distance away from the tree and in all the times I had been in that little stretch of woods I had never known it was so accessible. I began to walk along the avenue, feeling a little nervous and not sure if I was allowed to be on it at all. Was it private property? My old fear of authority.

I turned to walk down along the avenue and as I did I saw a huge arch of light stretching over the trees. This was the Arthur’s Gate. It was the biggest initiatic gateway I’ve ever had to move through. Gateways can be of any size, and they can appear anywhere. The size corresponds to the importance of the initiation and how much change has to be experienced in order to achieve it. They also take time to actualise, in physical reality. The place, and the emotions experienced while going through them, are also messages giving clues about the nature of the initiation.

I took my time to walk through this huge arch, reflecting on what it meant. It was arched over the longest avenue of Lime trees in England and connected to a house that was built for Charles II so he could live there with his mistress. He had already commissioned a palace in Winchester which was never finished, but which was going to be based on Versailles. It is a house of abundance and history. I have always rejected wealth and stability having grown up with a father who put money first. I decided, early on, that love was more important. Needless to say, poverty isn’t very noble, as I learned when I lived in Luxor, so I have been slowly healing these beliefs around abundance. Now it would seem that it is time to put my new beliefs to the test.

As I walked through the arch, I was also aware of a prayer mat under my feet. This was connected to the initiation and it felt like both Spanish and Egyptian energies. A Moorish/Islamic element. The two countries were connected, energetically.

The Arthurian Gate is an initiation. It is about moving into an area of development which involves connecting to male energies of abundance and power. The ability to accept wealth, fearlessly. It is a particularly masculine gateway energy, so it connects to the layer of Divine masculine energy flow which looks like a river flowing above your head. When I first went through an Arthurian gate, it was in Tintagel looking from the castle out to sea. I was always independent and hated accepting abundance through men. But I was being asked to. I didn’t like the games around money, the way there were so many ‘conditions’ around generosity. So rather than deal with these difficulties, I chose to remain poor. Going through the first gateway changed that and I had to learn how to deal with those issues.

I had expanded into a new level of abundance, and all the lessons and healing, that went with it. Now, those lessons are expanding into something greater – which might also take twenty years to accomplish. I am guessing about the time here because that is how long it has taken me to get to the second Arthur’s Gate!

The place the gateways take place is significant. There are clues everywhere. I wondered if it was significant that I had to leave the nurturing and support of the Mother-tree, which is only meters away from this avenue, to step onto this road of abundance and the things that abundance could help me to establish. It’s like leaving home, moving into independence with all the learning and tools I need to succeed.

Ultimately, it is now up to me.

Going through ‘gates’ means facing fears, and my initial fear of whether I was breaking some rule by walking along the avenue, was highlighting my fear of ‘needing permission’ to walk the path of empowerment and abundance. Was I allowed to walk this path?

I was walking it, so I guess the answer was YES.So let’s see where the gateway leads.

Activating the Hara at Sacred Sites.

I’m slowly adding meditations and exercises to YouTube and working on making guided meditations, with dragons, elementals, crystals etc.

This one is a short exercise my guides suggested I post, for those of you who work with sacred/energy sites. It never occurred to me to connect to the Hara line of a site but it makes absolute sense.

Since that last work with the churches I haven’t had much to do, except for writing, and doing readings, so I imagine they are giving me the opportunity to expand into something even more useful.

I am also developing structured six-month courses on different aspects of the Gaia Method Earthways so I will post these when they are available. They will include meditations, exercises and ongoing development, building your skills. You can do as many, or as few, as you feel drawn to. They will involve monthly catchup on Zoom or another platform so that you feel supported in your journey and can share with others what you are learning. It’s good to have support, even if you are a solitary worker. You can, of course, not do the Zoom meetings if you don’t want to. Whatever you choose to do is fine by me.

In the meantime, I hope you find the existing exercises helpful.


Links to videos and meditations.

I hope you find them useful on your journey and earth-working.

A Helping Hand. A short meditation to help you see from a higher perspective and get beyond anger and blame. Also useful for removing creative blocks.

Activating the Hara to work at sacred sites.

Short Meditation Video. A Helping Hand.

Here is a short meditation on a symbol I recently received when I was obviously in need of some ‘Upstairs’ help. I have been going through some issues with my father, who I look after every day and had been doing some Hara Line healing at the same time. I really should have known what the outcome would be.

It was explosive, to say the least.

But I was given the symbol to help me to stay connected to my guidance and not get too stuck in old energies. I have added more information below the video which I hope you find useful.

I received this symbol when I was struggling with a relationship issue that had its roots in a past life. Deep in the emotional layers of this old dynamic, which had been playing itself out for most of my current life, my guides obviously knew I needed some help.

While doing a meditation to connect with my Soul and the upper levels of my energy-field, intending to gain more understanding of how the dynamic needed to be healed, I was given this symbol. The image appeared above my head, and I recognised it as one I had received before but had not understood its meaning so promptly forgot all about it. This time, however, my guides wanted me to understand the meaning so it could be used intentionally.

The inverted triangle represents the upper levels of consciousness, the levels of guides/angels/spirit/your Higher Self, etc. It is inverted because the energies are reaching down to the physical layers from a more expanded state of consciousness. This expanded state is the energy of Soul-love and higher understanding. It removes the energy of powerlessness in the situation and reminds us of the higher purpose of the relationship, even if that is not a conscious remembrance. The image that came with the symbol was of a father reaching down to hold the hand of his child. (Symbols usually have a visual component which explains the use of the symbol. It could equally have been a woman’s hand, but as my guide is male, I imagine this is why it came in this way).

Sometimes old emotional energies need to be moved through, rather than held onto. You can get stuck in the old dynamic, rather than moving through the releasing of it.  The symbol can help you maintain unconditional love for the person while still releasing the stuck and painful energies of the past. This works well if there is a deep bond with the person, such as a family member, or close personal relationship, etc. However, as with all healing, there must be a readiness to see another person with unconditional love. If you are in a damaging relationship, it is more difficult to see with unconditional love and survival may be more important. Often, the ability to see the other person as a co-creator comes later and after much healing and therapy. But when you have healed, or let go of someone, or you are in healing dynamic and old issues come up, then is a good time to use this energy.

If you find yourself in an emotional situation and need to stay centred or you want to become unstuck, then meditate on this symbol. It helps if you visualise, or intend, both the symbol and the image of the adult’s hand reaching down to you, offering its help and pulling you out of old dense energies.

Another use of the symbol is for when you need to raise your consciousness to a higher level while moving through healing. If you do healing, or any other kind of energetic work, such as readings, etc., and you are experiencing a release of emotional energies yourself, it can be a challenge to rise above the denser emotional energies to connect with your guides or Soul. But by using this symbol, you are given a helping hand so you can work and heal at the same time, something I was never able to do in the past. In fact, I really could have used this back then when I found it nearly impossible to do anything ‘normal’ while going through deep healing.

After creating this short meditation, my guides then shared another use for the symbol, this time using it for white dragon inspiration.

The addition of the white dragon vortex is to get you unstuck and out of a creative rut. If you need inspiration, especially when involved in a creative endeavour that is inspired by higher consciousness, then try meditating with this version. It should get the creative juices flowing again. This also works when, just as in the healing process, you have to work when you are feeling emotionally blocked.

Try using the energy and see what happens. And remember to keep a record. You might need it one day.

You can download this mini-manual below.

The Outer Hebrides.

As I said on the page, Tribal Gatherings, the main line of the Algiz symbol has been established. This line is the main stem of the work; the two lines emerging from it going to Iceland, via the Outer Hebrides, and Norway.

The plan is to travel to the island and stay there for a week. There are many sites connected to the main site, which we will also visit if we are called to that. That happens many times because sites are connected to each other and deliberately built that way, so we follow either intuition, impulse or guidance from the ancestors as to which ones need visiting.

Picture by Lucie Loane. The Stones of Callanish.

I have never been to the Outer Hebrides, but my guides have been telling me to go for years. It just never felt like the right time. But, as I said in Tribal Gatherings, it appears to be part of a project that is connected to other places. I never know what will happen at a site, but often the preparatory ‘downloads’ happen years, months or weeks before we get there. The days leading up to the work often involve receiving information, or gathering energies from other places locally – if they are to be connected. It’s as if the energies rise, preparing the energy-body for what is to come. This can give a feeling of fullness or excitement as we move into the necessary energies.

Another thing that happens, is that we connect to a ‘guide’ who helps us and keeps our energies focussed on the task at hand. They are ‘Gatekeepers’ assisting us in holding a particular frequency on the layers of energy we need to be working in. These guides are not always ancient however but are usually the souls of inhabitants who once resided on the Island, or who lived in the house; someone who knew the place well. When we were in Orkney, we had an old woman who had died on the island. She was the main gatekeeper. But there was also a soul who, when he was alive, was called Peterson. He told me, over the course of a week, that he had been sent to Canada for accidentally killing another man in Kirkwall, after a drunken brawl. His love of Orkney draws him here and his service, his paying off of the incurred debt, was to assist us in carrying out our work. He was very nice, really, and his love for the island was palpable. (I wrote it all down but the notebook is in my flat in Luxor!). He also seemed interested in channelled art/writing and even when I returned to Winchester he would pop in every now and then and suggest I visit a particular art gallery. he pushed me in the direction of channelling art, which I did for a while, but my focus is on writing at the moment. (For those of you wondering whether I had picked up a spirit attachment, I also do spirit-release, helping souls who are unable to move on but who are ready to get back ‘Home’. He definitely wasn’t one of those). My friend Chris, who was not with us when we visited Orkney works with me doing spirit release and earthwork. He’s played a huge part in the Gaia Method Earthways. One of his amazing talents, apart from dowsing, is his ability to speak to spirits and to see them as if he was back in time with them. We have gotten some terrific information about people who lived at these sites in the past through his gift. He will naturally be there too!

A wild Orkney sea after a storm.

Once we have connected to the Hebrides, we will return to Orkney, because there is still work to be done there, and information to be accessed. But the next focus is on the Outer Hebrides. It may be too, that the energies on the Isle of Lewis will be connected in another way to Orkney, but again, I won’t know until we get there. I also tend not to research the history of the place too much either, as this tends to get in my way. I want to be able to go in without any preconceived ideas so that the information I receive from the site is clear. Doing the research afterwards is often a good confirmation of what we perceived when we were there. Plus, we discover information which is not known yet by the archaeological world. That’s always fun!

Apart from the main Callanish circle, there are other satellite circles which I also want to visit. The following video explains these very well. Often the smaller sites are important in their own right.

What I find interesting about this video is that it shows clearly that the satellites were just as important as the main site. When I was working with Coldridge Banjo enclosure, we discovered that it was the ‘Child’ of the Mother site: Fosbury Camp, an iron-age hillfort. The camp held the Mother energy and this then flowed to the smaller enclosure, like an umbilical cord, feeding the site. This is a common occurrence in energy sites, the larger one feeding and maintaining the smaller, keeping it connected, abundant and sanctified. It didn’t make it impervious to human interference but it did provide shelter and abundant food for the people who lived there, for as long as the site energies were maintained. I imagine that the same holds true for the smaller circles at Callanish too. What is also interesting is that these sites are on islands off the mainland. Orkney to the north and the Isle of Lewis to the west. There must be some reason for these placements. Hopefully, we’ll find out some information about why this might be.

Watching this video shows that there are so many sites on these islands that there might be some very early mornings – and some late nights! If you want to see more, there are lots of really good ones by the guy who made the video. He is well worth the watch.

I have been debating whether to fly to Stornoway or to drive there. Driving, even though it is an 18-hour drive, means that I gradually move into the energies, gathering connections as I go. I remember while Eartha and I were driving to Orkney, as we drove through Scotland, which has a distinctly different feel to England, primal and definitely older, the difference between a child and an adult, I began to feel strange sensations. It was as if my body was picking up separate but similar energies involving two feminine energies in the landscape, both mountain ranges of volcanic origin. These felt like mountains that represented breasts, as though they were places to feed people, or the landscape. Thinking about it, volcanoes feed the earth, literally creating them, so it was interesting that she equated lava with a form of breast milk, ‘growing’ the planet.

I was in communication with one of these female energies who told me that her ‘sister’ lay far to the north. Far to the north turned out to be Iceland. But I didn’t realise that at the time. The female energy I was connecting to was a black wild goddess, like the winds, but she was from the depths of the earth. She was the mountain ranges of Scotland, a landscape Goddess who was important in Orkney, which we saw when we stood with our backs to the Stones of Stenness watching the sun go down. From that perspective, we were seeing the sun returning into the womb of the Mother, to be reborn the following morning, We were there in mid-November, close to the Winter solstice, which is a powerful time of the year anyway, so maybe this had something to do with her visit.

Although this coming trip is not to Iceland, the line goes through the Outer Hebrides on its way to Iceland and is probably preparatory work, so I am interested to see what happens there. I have booked the trip from the 25th of May 2024 to the 4th of June. If you want to join in, I would love to see you there.

Do remember to contact me for the P2 details (A Gaia Method Earthways Workspace), and I can add you as a team member. It’s a great way to keep in contact and share information that others can use too.


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The Practice of Circumambulating.

When I first began doing earthwork, I started working with Bronze Age burial mounds, also known as round barrows. I did not know then that it was the beginning of a remembering of ancient energy traditions that would take the rest of my life to learn. Every experience taught me something – it still does – but at that time it was new to me.

One of the things I found myself regularly doing, was circumambulation. That is: walking in a circle with sacred intention. My first experience was in the woods by the side of the road at Farley mount. Just inside the tree boundary is a large barrow with a couple of lovely Beech trees growing on top of it. I already had an interest in prehistory because I had been doing a degree in Practical Archaeology and loved reading the landscape, discovering ancient sites, and learning to see the world as the ancestors saw it.

Standing beside the barrow, I felt a strong impulse to walk around it three times anticlockwise, so I followed the impulse. Then, I stood on the Barrow and saw, with my inner sight, or higher sense perception, that it was built on top of a cross-over of two energy lines, except that it was no longer aligned properly. Over time, the earth’s magnetic field had shifted and so the lines were no longer in sync with that field. My job was to adjust them so they could do what they were designed to do – whatever that was. Through the power of my intention, and following instructions from ‘upstairs’, I mentally allowed the lines to vibrationally upgrade. I have no idea how that happened, it just did. Often I didn’t know why things happened but I learned to simply watch what my internal self was doing. (Round barrows are often built on energy lines and the people buried or cremated there act as energy guardians, as though part of their energy remained after death to take care of the place. You will find, if you are tuned in, that they will communicate with you so that you can carry out the work together, although this doesn’t always happen).

I remember the first time I got an inkling about some of the need for this anticlockwise walking. I had gone to two Bronze Age burial mounds that were beside each other, on Cheesefoot head, in Hampshire. At that time, twenty years ago, they were at the edge of a ploughed field and close to an ancient trackway that ran over the downs and into Winchester.

Standing at the barrows, I felt the impulse to walk around the first one three times anti-clockwise. But as I finished the final circuit, I was told to continue walking around the other one but in the opposite direction, sunwise, and this time to walk four times not three. There was a meaning to this. 3 +4 felt like feminine and masculine energies and they were joined in a figure of eight; the lemniscate, an energy I now associate with life-force, or dragon, energy

As I walked around the twin mounds, I imagined the farmer and how annoyed he’d be that I was on his land. In my imaginary conversation with him, as he strode purposefully towards me, intent on telling me off, I joyfully informed him that I might be trespassing but at least his land would now be more fertile.

Ah, that was what I was doing! Although, I didn’t exactly know how. (At a recent visit to those barrows the field is now grassland and the barrows over-grown with vegetation and young trees. They are surrounded by a fence which gives them protection. No chance of them being ploughed out now).

After that, nearly every time I worked at a site, I had to walk around it first. I was usually told how many times to walk around, which at a large site took some time! Most times it is either one, or three times, depending on what work needs to be done. If it is simply to access the site, it is once, but if more energetic work is to be carried out, it is three times. The deeper into the energy layers you need to be in the more times you walk around. It is not often that I am instructed to walk four times around a site. In fact, I think that barrow at Cheesefoot was the only time I had to do it.

I never really thought of this as anything other than an earthwork practice until I started to recognise it in other places. It was a common practice in Ireland, for instance, which I didn’t discover until I returned there for a year in 2006. Although I had grown up in Ireland, I hadn’t taken much notice of old traditions, except for the yearly Pattern in St. Mullins. A pattern (from the french Patron) is a holy day dedicated to the saint who established a settlement, or church, there. In St. Mullin’s there is a holy well where people would go to pray and collect the holy water, which was reputed to have healing powers. The tradition was to walk around the entire settlement sunwise, but this gradually changed so only the well was walked around, usually following the Stations of the Cross (not a great energy to be anchoring!). Sunwise follows the sun.

When you walk clockwise around a site, it opens the Solar energies, the energy of male power, but anti-clockwise, or widdershins, opens the feminine energies of a site. Moving in an anti-clockwise direction was believed to have been the wrong way, the way of witches. No surprise there, especially when you think how the church lost the connection to the Divine Feminine early on, and therefore any reminders of the power of women, or Goddess, were to be suppressed at all costs. She could only be a saint because saints devoted themselves to a male god, but she should never get too big for her boots. It was especially important NOT to walk anticlockwise around a church. God forbid (excuse the pun) that the Divine Feminine should have a part to play in people’s spiritual beliefs unless she was in a lesser position. Such was the fear of Divine female power.

Video by Turlough O’Brien

But it wasn’t always that way. In early Celtic Christianity, the feminine was acknowledged and venerated, but over the centuries the recognition of feminine spiritual power was slowly transformed and energies from the earth were seen as dangerous. Hell was down there, after all, where Satan lived, and women who worked with the earth were in league with him. We all know how that went. To the church, everything good came from God, in heaven. The female power of the earth, and its mysteries, was suppressed, and the rituals associated with her, demonised.

In 2006, we lived for a few months in a converted methodist church, around the corner from St. Fiacre’s church, near Borris. There was a spring out in the field by the church, which is now in ruins. Every year, the people from the local town of Graiguenamanagh, where I grew up, went to the well to take care of it, just as they did in St. Mullins. Part of the tradition was to walk clockwise around the well, seven times. (They still make the annual pilgrimage, which incidentally is close to Imbolc). This walking seven times around reminds me of Mecca. But there, the devoted walk around the Kaaba seven times in an anti-clockwise direction, thereby unwittingly keeping the Feminine energy of the site alive and well. (Unfortunately, it is still controlled by patriarchy, much like the RC Church). There is a spring in Mecca, the ZamZam well which, according to the story, Allah opened for the rejected slave girl, Hajar, so she could keep her baby son, Ishmael, alive. Ismael was the son of Abraham. In reality, just as the ancient springs in the British isles were associated with female guardians, the Well Maidens, in the pre-Islamic world Mecca was originally dedicated to three goddesses, Al-llat (the Goddess), consort of Al-Lah (the God); Al-Uzzah (the powerful; and Manat (Destiny). (Virgin, Mother and Crone?).

Walking anticlockwise is the way of the Goddess, the way of the Divine Feminine, and when you walk around a site anticlockwise you are opening to the wisdom of the land. But often, this opening is also an anchoring. When I was doing archaeology at a site in Wiltshire on an Iron Age Banjo enclosure, I discovered that the circular site, with its bank and ditch avenue, was fed with red energy that came from a larger site a few miles away. I walked in the circular ditch, through the tangle of trees, and as I did, I laid the red energy from Fosbury Hillfort, encircling the enclosure with life-giving red serpent energy. I did the same thing a couple of days ago, when I returned to the round barrow in Farley mount, the one I had begun with all those years ago, and I was ‘told’ to walk around the site three times. I did the rounds twice but before beginning the third circuit I stopped. The sun had come out and I felt an impulse to raise my energy to its light. As I did, I was instructed to continue the walk but as I did the solar energy was coming with me, as if the barrow had a ditch (many of them do) and I was filling it with liquid solar light. The circuit was complete when I reached the point I had started from. In this instance, the masculine energy of the sun was anchored around the site. Why? I don’t know, but it was like an activation, of sorts. A feeding.

Once the rounds were complete, I stood on the barrow. My crown centre opened and information, in the form of light, flooded into my head. It lasted for a minute or so and then all was finished. I did not know what this light was about until the following day, when my daughter came around for some healing, which turned into an initiation. The energies she needed were given to me on the barrow. Because she was being initiated into a deeper connection with the earth, the energy had to be given by the earth. Another new experience for me. And for her.

So, when you are at a sacred site, and you feel the impulse to walk around, follow it. You are opening the energy of the place and therefore will be able to access its wisdom, and gifts. Your service to the planet is to utilise these gifts and to reawaken the Divine Feminine. The trick is to trust yourself. Trust the impulse, because it arises from a deeper part of you that knows what it is doing.

If you find yourself at a site but you do not feel the impulse, don’t do anything. The sites are not always accessible or don’t need you to do anything. When they are active, you will know it. When they are not, you will know that too. Don’t do it because you ‘think’ you ought to. That is the mind interfering with your higher sense perception. Tune into the site, if you feel you need to, and ask. You will soon learn what a positive or negative answer feels like.

There is so much work to be done to bring back the Goddess consciousness, but it is always important to remember that it is to bring the balance of life back into consciousness. Not for one to overpower the other, which has happened far too many times. It is time for Love to balance Will.

The link below was written by my great Grand Uncle, John O’Leary, from Graiguenamanagh, where I grew up. If he was around now he would have been a great blogger. Here is also a link to a book my uncle Philip wrote about the O’Leary’s who were artists, writers and antiquarians.

Some more information on ‘doing the rounds’ in Ireland.

Video: Doing the rounds at a number of sacred wells.

For more on pre-Islamic religions.

A very interesting site on sunwise walking lore.

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Return to the Magdalene Flame in Sparsholt. March 2023.

Doorway into St. Stephen’s Church, Sparsholt.

When I said it was finished, I really thought it was. But this morning, with half an hour to spare on the way to my father’s, I had a sudden impulse to stop at St. Stephen’s Church in Sparsholt again. Actually, I had an impulse to explore the little road that turned to the left and which led to it, but then I made a snap decision and parked in front of the church gate instead. As I walked towards the front door, I questioned why I was there, when I had already done the flame. Was something else needed? Had I forgotten something? It had felt complete at the time, but as I know from experience, energy gets layered, so maybe this was one of those extra-layer-things.

Inside, all was quiet, so I returned to the altar where I could see the Magenta Flame burning steadily. As I waited, I felt that familiar sensation of energy activating in my lower Tan Tien and my energetic cord connected to the flame. Next, I had the same sensation in my heart, as it too made an energetic connection. Lastly, my third eye connected and as it did I noticed that the cords were like lightning and I was receiving the MF energy along them. I had never had this experience before and wondered what it was about when I felt my own MF expand and become as big as the one in the church so that we matched in frequency.

I began to receive information that this flame needed to be anchored somewhere, and heard ‘Across the Water’, and something about a lake. Then I remembered a message I had received a few days ago about a lake, and told not to forget Padua. Padua is in Italy, but did they mean literally a lake near Padua, or a church dedicated to an Italian saint who came from Padua and which is beside a lake here in the UK? I have no idea, but thinking practically, I imagine it was the latter. I have been wrong before, however. That’s the problem with trying to decipher the meanings of events before the event happens. I had made the same mistake at St. Catherine’s when I didn’t understand the Bull image. At the time, I felt it had to do with the symbolic reference to the four saints which I have seen carved into other small churches. But it was simply a reference to the name of the place: Bullington. Although it was St Michael, so I might have been half right!

Once I felt the energy stop, I gazed at the line of white stones someone had placed on the step right in front of the altar and beneath them, scratched into the step as if someone had accidentally scraped a layer of paint from the surface, was a shape that looked like Italy. As ridiculous as it sounds, and because everything means something, I wondered if it might actually mean there would be a visit to Padua, in Italy. I thought of my aunt, who lives in Sicily. I had planned to visit her there, so maybe I could also go to Italy … when I am free of current obligations, that is.

I felt myself being turned around. This is an energetic turning, not being physically turned, as if my energy-field is turned and I have no choice but to follow it. When I turned and was facing the other end of the church, I heard “Go.” And that was it. Done and dusted. But, I was so very aware that everything that happens while doing this work has layers of meaning, so they might also mean that I had to go to the lake, that it would soon be time to ‘go’. It would also explain the necessity for the larger than life recharging of the Magdalene Flame.

I wandered around, finding a little area with a wooden statue of Mary, or St. Catherine. I’m not sure which. I saw a picture when I came into the church which mentioned a chantry chapel dedicated to St Catherine. I wonder if this is the same St Catherine that they dedicated the church in Littleton to?

When I got to my father’s, while he watched rugby on TV, I Googled churches near a lake near with Padua. I found Saint Anthony, a popular saint for Catholics. I remember him well. Whenever anyone lost anything in Ireland it was praying to Saint Anthony that helped them find it. Anthony loved Padua, it was his spiritual home, and there is a large lake ninety kilometres away from the centre of the city. There is also a basilica there dedicated to him. The message “Across the water,” also implies crossing the sea, so we’ll have to see what they mean. If it really is in Italy, then I have time to wait. If, on the other hand, it is local, it might be in the next couple of weeks.

Either way, I’ll find out.

Later that evening, I was telling my friend Chris about it. He often comes up with interesting bits of information. but while he was mentioning lake Garda, I remembered wanting to do a Life Between Lives therapist training at Lake Garda a few years ago. But I ended up back in the UK, then Covid hit and my father needed me, so I put Lake Garda away. Looks like it was the right place, and definitely not the right time. Buy maybe the time was approaching…

I also remembered that before I had left the house earlier in the day, I had accessed the Tibetan Dai Ko Myo energy. I often get the impulse to raise my arms to bring something down and this time I found I was holding the symbol in my arms, guiding it into my crown centre and energy-field. I usually use this symbol when attuning someone to Reiki so I thought it might mean that.

In the church, the Magenta Flame transfer felt like an attunement, although why I was being attuned to an energy I had put there in the first place was beyond me. Perhaps it had something to do with the symbol itself. When I brought it in, the two arms of the ‘Y’ were my arms and the jagged little symbol between them was a lightning energy – which explains the lightning arcing from the flame to my three centres – and the spiral was in my body. Usually, when I use symbols that have spirals they coil around my Tan Tien, like serpent energies, otherwise known as Kundalini energy. Kundalini energy is earth energy but this energy was coming from above, not from the earth. Yet its job is to activate and open. (I often find with energy symbols that the little horizontal line on the top of a symbol represents the mind. So this symbol is like energy that comes into the mind while the arms bring energy through them, which connects at the heart and then activates the lower Tan Tien, otherwise known as the Dan Tien).

Not the best drawing without a tablet but you get the idea.

Also known as the Dragon’s Breath, it is supposed to represent the Kundalini flame, cleansing and purifying the chakras. Lightning, for me, has always been about cleansing negative energy, and I use a technique using the Lightning bolt of Neptune which does this when I am holding too much of other people’s energy. So, I’m guessing that my three centres, the three tan Tiens, upper, middle and lower, needed cleansing by the Magdalene Flame in preparation for holding more of that energy. But to what end I do not know and why I should need that is also a mystery. But, I’ll find out one way or the other. I usually do.

All I have to do now is wait for the personal healing that is bound to come with it!

PS. Nearly all the small churches in this sequence of activations have female Rectors, which must be significant, especially when the Magdalene Flame is about healing the wounded male consciousness. Many of the wardens are also female.

The Brigit and Magdalene Flame in Chilbolton. St Mary the Lesser.

This was very simple sharing of the Magdalene Flame. After the last anchoring in Bullington church, I wasn’t feeling any great urge to do any more, yet a little energy still seemed to remain. I wasn’t sure what this residual energy was but I decided to follow the ‘sign-post’ anyway and headed to the beautiful village of Wherwell, which I thought might be the next destination. However, while I was driving, with only an hour in which to visit, just as I was passing the turn-off for Chilbolton, I followed the impulse to take that instead.

Chilbolton is another church on the circuit and the other churches were actually part of old Chilbolton Manor, as I discovered while researching St. Catherine’s in Littleton. I don’t like doing this research before doing the work as I don’t want my mental information to interfere with my intuitive hunches, although, many times, I am unaware of the church’s role in the circuit until I work with it. Once I’ve done the work, then I can do the research. This is also useful because it can confirm the information you have picked up with y our intuition.

It was only when I got to the village that I recognised it. I had been here before and had made a connection with a beautiful old Pine tree outside the main entrance. Actually, it was the tree I recognised, and as soon as I saw it I knew I had been there before. On my first visit, over twenty years ago, I was greeted by this old tree, and its energy spread out all around the area. Its job was as guardian, holding the energy for the area. Today, however, it was quiet, but I said hello anyway.

I had originally been introduced to this place by a friend called Lisa, who used to be the minister here. When I knew her, I was working in the Speaking Tree Bookshop in Winchester and she was a regular visitor. She was a very interesting lady who was trying to come to terms with intuitive knowledge while working as a Christian minister. She also had a wonderful connection to a Greek Goddess. Together we visited a number of prehistoric sacred places around Andover and received interesting information about the Anna Valley. (I’ll root it out and post it for anyone who might be interested).

I wandered inside the church, wondering if Lisa was still a minister there, and tried to connect to the energies. Finally, standing in front of the altar, I found myself channelling a prayer. I am not a pray-er, so when this happens, I am often immediately uncomfortable, but, reframing it, a prayer is a petition, so I put my judgement aside and said the words that came into my head.

“O holy Mother, I ask permission to install your flame so that all who visit and worship here can partake of your living, abundant energy. Let no person leave without you in their heart and may all who come here benefit from your wisdom and love. Let also those who receive it pass it on to those who need it. Amen.”

After this, I saw myself placing an already lit, large magenta candle on the altar. Although the candle was Magenta, the flame was orange; a combination of the Magdalene and Brigit energies. The light of the flame expanded filling the space with warmth and light. Next, just as at Crawley and Bullington, the May Queen’s Hawthorn flower wreath was placed around the candle’s base thereby anchoring the May energies too.

This was a short and simple anchoring of a portion of the Magdalene Flame and the feminine Spring mysteries.

Sometimes, the anchorings are this simple, especially if they come on the heel of longer workings. There must be some significance that, aside from the original Church of St. Edward the Confessor anchoring, all the others are part of the same network. Chilbolton was originally granted by King Athelstan to the church of Winchester and until church properties were taken by Henry VIII, the manor of Chilbolton remained in Church hands. Edward the confessor was the last Saxon king and was crowned at Winchester cathedral in April 1043. That makes me wonder if the anchoring of the Magdalene Flame has something to do with that time layer, when many small Saxon churches were founded.

The early Saxons were pagans but converted to Christianity under the influence of Irish missionaries (wouldn’t you know!). BUT, Irish Christianity was a different Christianity to the more dogmatic Roman version. On the Aran islands, back in 2006/7, my friend and I discovered a very beautiful Christianity, more nature-based than dogmatic, so this, I imagine, is why the pagan Saxons were able to accept Christianity in the first place. It was a beautiful movement which honoured both Mother and Father. Although it probably wasn’t as idyllic as I’m painting it. Saxon bishops were probably proclaiming their Saxon Christian power in the same way as other people have usurped the purity of spiritual energy and beliefs, using God as their weapon.

Looking at the history of Saxon churches and Edward the Confessor, it appears that he wanted to change the English church, with its hundreds of saints and continuing beliefs in Elves and Goblins, to a more European version, which was very Roman. Most of the churches in the Manor of Chilbolton were originally founded by the Saxons and might have been built on earlier sacred sites. But I might be looking for connections that don’t actually exist. Yet, when I think about working in a network of churches like I have been doing, there is a reason why those places are important, especially when they are historically connected. The Henry du Blois connection, at Littleton, was important, because he was more than simply a historic character. He was a very spiritual man who was devoted to the Divine Feminine consciousness and built his own network of churches with the intention of anchoring the balance between the male and female, although it would have been couched in terms more acceptable to the religious public.

Henry Du Blois

But, there is also the Soul development aspect which plays a part. Humanity goes through cycles of beliefs, just as individuals do, and there are times when those beliefs need to be tweaked. Spiritual ideas are anchored at those points which the Guides of Humanity hope will take root. They don’t always, or if they do, the more emotional human desires get in the way and those new ideas are either rooted out or suppressed. No one knows how thoughtforms will be received, Humans have free-will and therefore make their own choices. I had an experience of this myself.

Twenty-three years ago, when I was working in the Speaking Tree bookshop, a man began coming in. He claimed to be a healer and told me he wanted to train as a Reiki practitioner. However, his idea of Reiki was to become a Reiki Master over a weekend and make lots of money. He was also someone who took advantage of women, using them for his own ends and fancied himself another David Icke. He had a choice as to how to use his ability to channel healing energies but he had free-will and therefore could act as he pleased. There will always be people who put power and money over Love, but the hope is that if enough people choose Love, they just might create something different, even if only in small, quiet communities. And who knows? Maybe Reiki helped that man heal his power issues, or maybe he was a Dark Knight, there to help people find their own power – the hard way.

In our little community of Chilbolton Manor Churches, the hope is that the energies will affect people with open minds and help bring a note of balance to the world.

Destiny is all… as Uhtred would say.

The Brigit and Magdalene Flame. Part Six. St. Michael and All Angels, Bullington, Hampshire.

Bullington Church.

The day after visiting Barton Stacey church, I drove along to Bullington. However, the church there was closed so I couldn’t get in to do what I was sure needed to be done. I thought I had gotten it wrong. Perhaps this little church, part of an old farming community and built by the lord of the manor for his family’s private worship back in the 1300s, was not part of the Magdalene network. So, I took some photos and drove to my father’s house, which was a five-minute drive away, and then forgot all about it.

The following day, I drove my father to Sutton Scotney to see his doctor but as I drove I saw the road as if it was a blue serpent, winding its way through the countryside, and I was following it. I wondered how far we were from the river Dever and googled it at the surgery. As it turned out, Bullington church was only a short distance away from the river which meandered, serpent-like behind it.

Later that evening, the local parish magazine was delivered to the house and as I flicked through it, I noticed that the church would be open for matins the following Sunday morning. OK, I would have to attend a service, but that was alright. Perhaps that would be important; maybe the other people’s energy might contribute to whatever was being anchored.

The Twelve Apostle Trees.

Once again, on the Sunday drive through Sparsholt, I felt the energy of the MF in St. Stephen’s church while I was driving through Crab Wood. I filled up with this energy and as I came near St Catherine’s, in Littleton, I sent out what looked like a gold fishing line from my tan Tien that connected to the work I had done there. As I drove on to Bullington, I brought both these energies with me.

It was a lovely sunny day and I got to the church with five minutes to spare. I was surprised that I wasn’t feeling nervous going into a place I was unfamiliar with and meeting people I didn’t know, especially a group of people who were already established in their community relationships. As an unknown, I would stick out like a sore thumb, which is not a position I feel comfortable in. Normally, I am quite self-conscious and situations like this can trigger feelings of anxiety. However, I didn’t feel remotely fazed. I said hello to the ten people there, took my seat, and the woman next to me, who was the churchwarden, gave me the prayer book open to the right page.

The churchgoers were warm and inviting and the church felt very cosy. I didn’t know what to expect, or what to do, but followed what everyone else was doing. When it came to the readings, I tuned in and anchored the energies. The main energy was the anchoring of the Magdalene Flame which was placed on the altar. The magenta tube then descended over it, as it did in the other churches. When these both were fully in place, rose petals gently descended, each one representing the love of the Mother. Once again, the palm tree appeared and the flame was anchored through the use of the Was-sceptre. The same as in Chandler’s Ford.

Was-Sceptre Anchoring.

This entire anchoring was carried out while the service was going on; each part happening with small time gaps in between. This is a layering of energies, which takes place over a physical period of time, in a sequence.

After the petals had begun to fall there was a short pause and I saw my Ka-self (that Higher-Self part of me that does this work) standing at the altar again, placing the chalice of wafers I had received from MM at Barton Stacey, on the altar cloth, within the magenta tube of energy. A little while later, a chalice of wine was raised, in the tube, to be blessed by the Mother, her rose petals filling the chalice to combine with the wine. In the past, bread was charged over vortices in the earth, now they could be charged through the Magenta Mother channel, her love connection between ‘heaven and earth’. The bread, once charged in this way, would be shared with the congregation during communion, as would the rose-petal, love-filled wine.

Bullington Church

The bread and wine I had received at Barton Stacey church had been for Bullington church. So when MM had said ‘This is my church’, was she talking about Bullington, or all the churches connected with her energy, a community of holy places? I’m still not sure.

The service went on and I thought that the work was finished, but the right side of my face began to feel hot, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Brigit Flame burning in the aisle, opposite the entrance. This flame felt very different to the higher vibrational MF at the altar. It was much more physical than that, another frequency entirely. I focussed my attention on this flame to see what was needed. Slowly, as I kept it in my vision, it grew to about six feet high. A gold band was then placed around the top of the flame, as had happened in Crawley Church, but this band was the regular gold band, holding the energy at a particular frequency. As I watched, I saw the band being adjusted, and then it transformed into a large, spoked wagon wheel, with a hub in the centre of the flame. The wheel expanded until it spread out, connecting to other places.

I have worked with energetic wagon wheels before, especially while anchoring energy in Egypt. It seems to connect different communities, or people together, the spokes representing the places to be connected. I had a feeling that these spokes were people, people who had a common cause, or belief, and who were held by this flame energy. This became clearer at the end of the service.


Next, I saw a priest bless the flame with holy water, casting little drops of it with an aspergillum (great word!), much the same as in Crawley church where the flame was blessed with incense. Although why one flame was sanctified with fire and the other with water, I have no idea. In Roman sacrificial rites, a laurel twig was used to sprinkle holy water but this was later replaced by the aspergillum. An aspergillum is used in Roman Catholic and Anglican ceremonies, including Baptism and during Easter. A priest will use the aspergillum to bless the candles, during candlemas, and the palms during Palm Sunday Mass. The name derives from the Latin verb aspergere ‘to sprinkle’. The Easter season was just about to start, so perhaps this was why the flame was being blessed. Palm Sunday was only around the corner. It would also explain the palm tree in both Chandlers Ford and here. The ceremonies carried out over Easter might have something to do with it.

At the end of the service, I stood and chatted with four of the congregation: The minister and his wife, the church-warden and another man. The rest had left. We stood around the flame, although they didn’t know it. It felt like they were the spokes of the wagon wheel because they do the rounds of all the churches I had been working on. There are not enough people in each village now for weekly services. I was particularly happy with the Minister (or Rev, or something). A lovely, connected man with a strong spiritual core, he had given a talk about mysticism, and Julian of Norwich, which struck me as very interesting, and he considered himself to be a mystic. He also explained an experience I had had during the service. We were going through the book of prayers they use and at one point I felt the energy of an Egyptian temple. The congregation then began to recite the Catholic creed. These were Anglicans; why were they reciting a Catholic prayer? This completely confused me but it also explained why I was picking up Egyptian energies. Catholic rituals go right back to Egyptian temple worship. But why was this happening in an Anglican church?

As it turned out, they are an Anglican-Catholic group, which seems to be a thing now. But it also makes sense to me, because the roots of Catholicism are in Egypt. But it was very interesting to be picking up these energies during the service and to see how Egyptian energies are still such a part of modern worship, and how that root is getting stronger again. Hopefully, though, it would not become the controlling dogma the Romans created.

Pink circles are MF and Orange circles are BF

When I was writing this up, I was reminded of the Bull image I had briefly seen in St Catherine’s Church in Littleton. They were saying ‘Bull-ington’, but I didn’t understand it at the time. It felt like I had come full circle, from the anchoring at Chandler’s Ford to Bullington. The above image shows the flames and their connections. Only one of those churches, St Mary the Lesser in Chilbolton, had an energy attached, but didn’t seem to be a major part of the circuit; the same as Crawly Church didn’t feel connected to the main circuit.

St Mary the Lesser would be the last church to be done in February, which I will post next time.

The Brigit Flame. Part Five. St Mary’s Church, Crawley, Hampshire.

St Mary’s Church is a lovely village church, set back from the main street in Crawley. I had decided to drive through the top of the village, rather than the bottom like I normally do, on impulse. The village pond is at the bottom of this village and I like to see the ducks and coots sitting on the grass beside it or trying to walk across the frozen surface during cold spells.

St Mary’s Church.

This time, As I drove past, I had no intention of stopping. I had not received any energetic information about doing this church, no energy-connections or visual information to tell me I needed to do anything here, yet I spontaneously decided to stop. Sometimes, when that happens, it is as if another part of me wants my personality part to explore something. I usually have to give in because if I don’t, it tugs at me for days afterwards.

I parked up and walked the path through the very pretty graveyard. Inside, the church was freezing. I imagine it is too expensive to heat an empty church so they leave the heating off until they hold services.

As usual, I went straight to the Altar but felt nothing. Nada, zilch, not a glimmer. What was I doing here, then, I wondered. Why did I stop instead of simply driving past? I checked the time on my phone and discovered I had forgotten my reading glasses. Damn! Then I thought that I really shouldn’t be so negative. The feelings of irritation would not help me to pick anything up.

Looking towards the Altar.

Because I could feel nothing there, I decided to look at the structure of the building. Energetically, nothing was happening in this part of the church. It also felt like there was no energy here at all but I could not understand why there wasn’t. I looked behind me and noticed the fragments of Norman dogtooth pattern on the masonry of the arch. I felt like I was looking at the external wall of the building and that this part with the altar was added on years after the Norman building. There were two very distinct energy regions going on.

Dog’s tooth pattern.

I walked into, what I felt, was the original part of the building and when I stood looking at the altar from there, I heard someone say ‘Go back a little further’. So I took a few steps back and when I did, saw a bright Brigit flame ignite on the ground in front of me. I continued to watch it as it grew until it had expanded as much as it was going to expand.

Next, I saw myself place a green and white crown of hawthorn blossoms at its base. This is the energy of the ancient Feminine Spring rituals that we had been given the gift of experiencing a couple of years ago at the Bronze Age burial mounds on Magdalene Down, on the other side of Winchester.


Once this had been anchored at the flame’s base, I saw a gold bejewelled crown being placed above the flame. This felt like a more Christian, Godly symbol, where the hawthorn was distinctly ‘pagan’ as if the two belief systems were being joined.

I had ‘brought in’ energy the previous day while cooking my father’s evening meal. Often, when doing something very unconnected with energy, I feel the energy coming in, activating in my body. When this happens, I feel the urge to raise my arms into the air to receive something or to bring down energy for some future work. In this instance, I was given a gold crown with jewels on it. It was big when it was above my head but as it moved over me it became smaller until it eventually fit snuggly around my waist. At the time I did not know what it was for, or why it was around my body, like a girdle (remember those?), but I soon forgot about it and got on with the cooking.

Now, however, I watched as the crown moved down to contain the uppermost part of the flame, just like the girdle. I have done this with flames before, but not with a crown. Usually, the containing energy looks like a wedding band, containing the energy of a flame and holding it at a constant frequency. It doesn’t matter how big the flame is, the gold band will hold its upper part so that the flame curves out over it.

Containing Energy of the Gold Crown.

The final part of this activation was the image of a priest swinging a thurible of incense over the area, allowing the smoke to waft over the bright orange flame. This dedicates and sanctifies the flame, blessing it. This image of a catholic priest blessing a Brigit Flame felt like an acceptance of some older, pre-Christian energies.

The energy of the Brigit Flame is a very different energy from the Magdalene Flame. It is a more earthy, creative vibration, whereas the Magdalene Flame is of a higher heart/thought vibration. The Brigit Flame relates to the Tan Tien in the human body, the creative centre behind the navel; the Magdalene Flame is a heart energy but from a higher spiritual level in the energy body. It allows access to higher levels of Soul information and intention.

There are seven energy layers in the earth’s energy body just as our energy-body has seven layers. The first level is the fiery lava beneath the earth’s mantle; the second level is water as it runs below the surface of the earth; the third level is the surface. These three levels make up the creative layers of the physical world. But above these three physical levels the energy changes. It is no longer physical. The layer immediately above the earth is a magenta, ruby layer, relating to the Mother consciousness. Certain sites are created to connect to this layer and we can create energy tubes to channel this living, rosy energy onto the physical plane. The MF (Magdalene Flame) is the aspect of the Mother that heals the wounded male energies and as such, it is an archetypal energy.

Magenta Mother Layer.

There are similarities between how older, prehistoric sites, and later sites, are set up to channel and hold both the energies of the Brigit Flame and the Ruby (the Magdalene flame is an archetypal energy of the Ruby/Mother energy). The BF is often in the centre of a circular site, where people would have been living, but the MF is usually at a gateway point some distance from the site centre but from where it can feed the entire area, adding the love of the Divine Mother. The creative energies of the MF positively influence the more physical creations manifested by the BF. In the past, before Christianity, the MF would have been known by another name, but we no longer know what that is. Perhaps it was simply Mother.

I was reminded of the manifesting energies of this work when I had finished the flame-work and had headed over to the Norman baptism font. I took a couple of photos and then something on the floor caught my eye.

Can you see them?

A pair of glasses. Laughing at myself for forgetting the principles of manifesting, I picked them up and put them on. I didn’t believe for one minute that they would be perfect. But they were, and I could write down all I had done so I wouldn’t forget it. It is easy not to remember important details later. They fade away like the mist.

I left them on the font before I left. Someone else might have forgotten theirs, or the owner might come back to claim them.

Thank you, St Mary’s, for the timely lesson around the manifesting energies of the Brigit Flame – and the perfect vision.

The Magdalene Flame. Part Four. Barton Stacey Church.

Barton Stacey Church.

The following morning, I made sure I had time to go to Barton Stacey church before visiting my father. He has lived in the village for over twenty years, as did my sister until she died. She is buried in the graveyard of the church close to a lovely old yew which has snowdrops blooming beneath it. It is a very peaceful place.

To get into the church, I had to get the key from the shop. However, getting into the church created challenges that felt like a spiritual message, or quest. Sometimes, doing this kind of work necessitates opening your awareness not only to the energies of place but also to other communications. Everything means something, and usually, when receiving this information, usually through actions you might be taking, a ‘recognising’ happens that tells you what you are doing is a message you need to take onboard.

My message that morning came in the form of keys. Having retrieved the key to the church from the shop, I made my way back to the main door. I was surprised that there was only one key as there were two keyholes, one old keyhole for an old iron key, and a yale lock. But the key in my hand was a chubb, yet I couldn’t see where it fit. I thought perhaps it opened a door around the side and so walked around the church to find it. There were two doors, but the key fit neither. Yet the key was definitely for the church, so it must fit somewhere. I walked back to the main door again and looked harder. Then, above the yale lock, higher in the door, I noticed a brass disc and realised that there was a third keyhole behind it which, lo and behold, my key fit!

I was aware of the message here: three doors, three keys but the key fit only one keyhole. The higher one. OK. Message logged, and door unlocked, I continued into the church.

All Saints, Barton Stacey.

Although All Saints is an old building, having been recorded in the Domesday book, it is not the original church. The original Saxon building was in a lower field behind the current site. My brother-in-law told me that they’d excavated the original site and come to the conclusion that it had been moved because the lower field flooded in winter; being too close to the River Test. The current building is on the higher drier, ground which proved to be far more successful.

However, history notwithstanding, there was an energy in the building which was quite ‘’regal’. My usual process is to make my way to the Altar. This is where, anciently, the feminine energies of water beneath the ground, or of earth vortices, are to be found. But, in this church, I heard someone telling me to ‘Approach’, in a rather regal tone, as though there was already someone waiting for me and who was worthy of my respect. It felt like other times when I visited ancient sites and was greeted by the Guardian-protector. It also felt strangely, more like a temple than a church.

At the altar, I stopped and noticed the stained glass window to my right. It depicted Mary Magdalene being told by an angel at Jesus’ tomb that he was no longer there; that he had ascended. Interesting, I thought. And a nice synchronicity.

Tuning into the energies, I saw a Pelican. Then I heard ‘An impediment stands in your way’. The pelican is an older Christian symbol of a pelican making its chest bleed so it can feed its young with the blood. Self-sacrifice. I thought that it might be a personal message and took it onboard. But, was the impediment a personal message or might it refer to something else? As it turns out, it did.

Continuing with my intention, I placed the Magdalene Flame on the altar and expanded it with my breath. When it had grown, a woman with the Magdalene energy appeared behind the altar. In each hand, she held a flame. Her left hand held the Magdalene flame and in her right hand sat the Brigit Flame. She transferred the flames to my hands so I could take them somewhere else, but I didn’t know where, yet.

Next, she handed me a gold chalice filled with communion wafers and a goblet of wine, as though she was a priest. Then she said, ‘THIS is my church. Go amongst my people. Share my love with all. Give freely.’

I did not know what she meant. Did she mean I was to do that, and if so, how? And what did she mean by THIS is my church? Did she mean this physical building or the beliefs around her as a Divine Feminine energy? It felt esoteric, rather than purely physical. Her church felt energetic, like a thoughtform of her. I didn’t really understand. But I did understand that the communion wafers were the bread of the Mother and that when energised, fed the people spiritually. The wine, when consecrated, represented the energy of the Father and did likewise. These wafers were her energy.

Sometimes, when the energy of the Mother is to be shared, I am given it in the form of communion wafers, but this didn’t seem to fit that message. It felt too ritual-y. More like for a mass or a church service. But, needing to trust what was given, I held the energies anyway as I knew it would make more sense further down the line.

Which of course it did.

It has been quite a challenge, balancing the physical obligations of life with the energetic work of connecting these churches. I have to be able to dance between the two states; to move between them even though I feel very earthbound. Looking after my father means I have to stay physically focused, which means I don’t ‘feel’ the high energies like I usually do. And yet, they come anyway and I can be in the physical world without losing my connection to the other dimensional worlds. This is reassuring because sometimes when the energies are not very strong, they can be harder to read. At those times it is easy for me to think I am imagining it, wanting to see what isn’t really there. When that happens, I just watch, as I learned to do in the years of meditation and healing training I did. Being so grounded in the physical world makes it harder, as my vibration feels very ‘normal’, but remaining present to what intuitively, and psychically, appears is the key. One of them, at least.

Because this energetic feminine presence had given me these things, I knew they had to go somewhere, but it took a couple more weeks to find out where and the message about the impediment also became clear.

Before that one, I called into another church, after an impulsive detour the following day: St. Mary’s Church, in the village of Crawley. That work reminded me of the lesson about trusting my ability to manifest what I need.

But, I’ll share that with you next time.

The Brigit and Magdalene Flame. Part Three. St Catherine’s Church, Littleton.

Driving through Sparsholt again, I noticed, as I came out of Crab wood, over 1.19 km away from St Stephens’ church, that the Magdalene Flame I had anchored only a few days ago, had energetically expanded. It now covered an area of over two kilometres in diameter. I was surprised at how fast this had happened but as I drove closer to the church I felt my Hara centre (behind my navel) activate. I was making a connection to the flame via an energetic cord which stayed with me as I drove past, elongating like an elastic band.

Extent of Magdalene Flame

As I passed the church, this sensation became stronger but now I knew that I was taking that connection with me to put someplace else, but as yet did not know where. I continued on to Barton Stacey intending to take the small side road that would take me closer to the road I needed but instead, I was told to “take the long way”. I did what they said and continued on towards Lainston House crossroads and again, I was told to “go straight ahead”. This was the old road to Littleton village and as I came closer to the village I knew why they had sent me that way.

St. Catherine’s Church is another one of those churches built on a mound. Originally a Saxon church, and perhaps before that another sacred site, the church was built in an area of ancient sacred significance. It lies only five hundred meters away, to the north of the Flowerdown burial mounds: three Bronze Age burials which were also the site of ancient, important ceremonies.

Flowerdown Barrows

Still feeling the connection in my stomach, I made my way into the church and headed towards the altar. This church had a lovely village-y feel and once again, I had the awareness that it was well-loved.

As I walked towards the raised platform, I heard my guides say, ‘put your hand on the Altar’. My immediate reaction was: ‘I can’t do that! What if someone comes in and sees me?’ Old fears die hard, I realised. I was still seeing the altar as the domain of the priest, a figure of authority from my Catholic childhood; a male authority. When I resisted, again I heard ‘Put your hand on the altar.’ There was no way around it. I glanced around, just to make sure there was no one else there, and placed my right hand on the white cloth of the altar.

As soon as my palm touched it, I heard ‘my Higher Self say ‘I consecrate this church to Mary Magdalene, disciple of the most holy Jesus Christ; Mother of all and purveyor of all good things.’ A bit religious, I thought, but later realised that she was the feminine to his masculine. They are archetypal energies, after all. I don’t work with religions but symbols and archetypes are contained in them too. I see these personalities as energy thought-forms rather than physical beings, even if they once did have a physical life on earth, even if not the life we are told about.

Next, the Magdalene Flame appeared and it became the magenta channel. This channel, which looks like a hollow tube, sits behind the altar where the person who leads the service stands. It goes from the floor to above somewhere and always reminds me of the transporter in Star Trek.

I can only assume that the person standing in the beam, leading the service, will be influenced by the Divine Feminine energies anchored there. A previous visit to the Catholic cathedral in Arundel showed me how regular ritual service builds up a channel of energy which also allows energetic information to be accessed. All sacred ritual builds power and if the same intention is held every time, unchanged, like the blessing of the bread and wine, etc, then that energy will be perceived and read by others.

Once the channel had been established, a sword appeared inside it, its point towards the earth. (The sword means many things. In earth working it is often the tool that opens or closes energy vortices. It is also a mental, masculine energy, bringing with it higher thoughts, the balancer of emotional energies). Around the top of the tube, a white feathered serpent, like the white dragon energy, began to twine down around the outside of the channel, moving towards earth. But as it got closer to the altar it changed to blue and wound itself around the magenta channel. A spear then appeared inside the channel and it held the serpent like a worm on a fish hook, anchoring it to earth. This was definitely not what I was expecting. The serpent looked like it was writhing, much as eels do when hooked and brought onto the riverbank and trying to escape captivity and certain death. The spear is one of the tools of the Tuatha de Danaan and this is a use for it that I have never seen before, although it is an energy which connects other energies so it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise that it was anchoring a serpent.

The spiritual energy of the white serpent had transformed into an earthier blue, and the resistance to that transition was apparent. Yet, I knew that this process was necessary. Sometimes it is a challenge to materialise spiritual beliefs and there is often resistance to that process. It is so much easier to keep spiritual ideas and desires in the ether, rather than actually act on them. It is as if these particular beliefs will have to be pinned down, the blue force pinned into place, like water through a funnel.

Another aspect of the ‘white’ becoming ‘blue’ is that the blue serpents represent water energies; the serpents that run through rivers, estuaries and between sites of sacred significance. I am thinking here of two of which I know: Winchester and Salisbury cathedral.

The white serpent is a spiritualised energy, usually existing on higher levels of the earth’s energy-field, like the earth serpent’s higher-consciousness. The white holds the ‘plan’ or the template for healing, which the blue serpents materialise.

There are two possibilities for this serpent achoring here:

One: the serpent represents a person who carries this serpent energy and can work with the water energies, but who will initially experience resistance and struggle to bringing in new ideas. In older times, ‘Druid’ priests were known as adders, perhaps because they were able to work with the fertility energies of water. I have known female rectors who have held both Christian and pagan beliefs and they struggled to reconcile those two apparently opposing systems.

Or Two: it represents the energies which bring water fertility, such as rain and rivers and that this is the way these serpent lines have always been anchored. Think St. George and the dragon.

A flash of a Bull’s head appeared, which turned out to be a message that I would understand later.

Later research on the history of this church yielded some interesting information. The original dedication of this church was to Mary Magdalene. It was changed, over a hundred years ago, after renovation, to St Catherine of Alexandria. So, it would seem that today’s dedication was really a rededication to the original energy.

Mary Magdalene

I also discovered that this church was one of nine in the Manor of Chilcomb and it was ordered, by Bishop Henry de Blois, to pay revenue to the priory of St Swithin and the Hospitallers of Jerusalem. The revenue went towards entertaining guests, and feeding the pilgrims to St Swithin’s shrine.

Again, there is that Jerusalem link but now it places it in Templar history too. Mary Magdalene was also a venerated saint in the medieval period and there was a leper hospital dedicated to her on the Alresford side of Winchester. Bishop Henry was apparently also the man who created the stories of Merlin and dragons, and the stories of the Grail, and thanks to him the stories of the Grail entered popular consciousness. In all our earthwork in the UK, and in Paris, his energy has always played an important role and he is usually a reliable sign post.

Once I felt the work was finished, I left the church, stopping to record a robin ‘chatting’ with another robin in a distant tree. They were definitely having a conversation! I couldn’t see the other bird; it was in a tree someplace else, but it was a lovely reminder of frequency, in this case ‘sound’ travelling between two points.

As I drove out of Littleton, I had a clear image of the church in Barton Stacey; the next dot to be joined. But that would have to wait until I had more time.

I didn’t have long to wait…

The Magdalene Flame. Spring 2023. Part Two. St Stephen’s Church, Sparsholt.

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

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.

Old Yew Tree

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.

Ornate Altar

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.

St Stephen

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.

The Brigit Flame

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.

The Magdalene Flame

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!)

The Brigit and Magdalene Flame. Spring 2023. Part one. RC Church of St Edward the Confessor.

31st January 2023

I’ve been working with small churches for the past two weeks, connecting them with the Spring Brigit flame and the Magdalene flame energy.

Catholic Church of St Edward the Confessor.

The first work was in the Church of St. Edward the Confessor, a small Catholic place near what used to be Otterbourne Manor (the place still exists but is diminished in size). I had been driving one of my daughters to work in Chandler’s Ford for a couple of weeks and had passed the church on my way there. On my first drive, I noticed a Brigit flame in the building and wondered about it, but did nothing. I thought it meant there was already one there. Later, driving to my father’s, via Sparsholt, I passed the little church of St Stephen and saw a magenta flame there. Again, I thought it meant there was already one there, so I ignored it, wondering instead who might have planted it.

On the way back from another Chandler’s Ford journey, a full bladder forced me to stop in the church of St. Edward the Confessor to wait until the traffic subsided and to find a toilet. Inside, the church is quite modern, having been built in the early twentieth century. As I approached the table altar, behind which is a striking stained-glass window, I saw, with my inner eye, hands place a large, wide shallow bowl on the altar. It reminded me of the fire bowls they use outside in Egypt, to keep warm in winter. In the bowl was a small orange flame and I had the impulse to blow energy which ignited it so that it rose to the ceiling.

Stained Glass Window.

I next saw the Was-sceptre symbol anchor the flame into the lava layer below the earth’s crust. The upper part of the symbol went into the sky and there was a date palm behind the altar to which it connected. In the ancient Middle East, the Date palm was seen as the tree of the Goddess, the dates her fruit, the only food in an otherwise arid desert. I have worked with palm trees while living in Egypt and anchored many energetic palm trees, especially where people live at subsistence level. The feeling then was that the people would always be fed from the fruits of the Goddess. They would not starve but would have what they needed. (The palm tree, in ancient Assyrian religion represented the connection between heaven and earth and was sacred to the Goddess Ishtar. The Goddess, in her many guises, is often depicted as residing in a tree, giving her ‘fruits’ freely).

The Palm means Life. Pure and simple. Especially in dry times.

While I was in Luxor, I read a theory that the Was-sceptre represented a giraffe. The bottom of the symbol represents the cloven hoofs of the giraffe, which are quite dainty, while the hook at the top, represents the head. The ‘foot’ of the sceptre touched the earth, while the ‘head’ could reach up to the heights and get the fruits from the tall palms. It was a medium between the food of the Goddess and earth. The symbol, in mythology, is associated with the god Set, who is the god of the hot, dry desert, an arid place where there are few resources. It is a staff of power, wielded by the priests. It symbolises the power to bring the Food of Heaven to earth and only those who could act as mediums between divinity and humanity could use it.

Other theories abound around the meaning of the symbol, of course, but in the course of my work, the Was-sceptre is always used to anchor flames deep beneath the earth’s mantle, and to anchor the flame to a higher level of the earth’s energy field. The sceptre itself is a strong ‘holding’, a rod of power, a connector. It keeps the energies stable, and in place, because the flame is an active energy.

So why was an Irish Goddess flame of Brigit being anchored by the use of Egyptian symbols in a small Catholic church in Chandler’s Ford? As I tuned in, I tried to sense what it might mean. What came back was something about the origins of Christianity being from the Middle East. Jesus was born there, after all. There was something about reconnecting the energies of this church to its origins, reconnecting it to its roots in Jerusalem. There was something about the original, unsullied beliefs around the goddess being brought back to common consciousness. That the Divine Feminine was once an equal partner to the Divine Masculine, each one valued for its gifts.

St Brigit.

This was a small community church, albeit well used, and the hub of the Catholic community, yet it was the start of a series of connections between other, smaller, churches, all of Saxon origin and mainly Church of England. I was raised a Catholic, and attended a convent until I was ten years old, going to mass every Sunday, which I hated. But out of choice, I also went to the evening devotions. This I loved. There was a sense of ancientness here, between the incense filling the church and the hymns reminding me of ‘Faith of our fathers’, my favourite hymn. All those dungeons, fires and swords! back then, I felt very connected to an energy that seemed far removed from the God we were being taught about in school and at Sunday mass.

When we relocated from the country to Dublin, I was educated in a private, protestant school and lost that religious connection but I loved the school, nonetheless. It was child-centred, as opposed to God-centred. Now, between the two educations, I had a fairly good idea of the difference between them and how it made me feel.

Years later, living in the UK and at an Initiation workshop in Glastonbury, myself and another attendee decided that, rather than go to the Goddess rituals that everyone else was attending, we would go to the local Catholic church where they were having a healing service. This was a new experience for me and a reminder of an older one. As I watched the Catholic ritual of communion and wine, in my eyes, the priests were enacting an ancient Egyptian ritual. The roots of these rituals came from the temples of Egypt. The woman who had come with me had seen the same thing, which was amazing to me. Even more interesting was that I could see the effect that the ritual was having on the wine, but also saw that it had no effect on the bread. And yet, at that time, only the priest drank the wine. Now, of course, it is different and everyone gets both. However, the bread is still nothing but bread, but the wine is charged with energy.

But that experiment taught me that the Catholic ritual was a very ancient, energetic process, with a deeper connection to a ‘Mother’. Yet it was the Spring Flame of Brigit being anchored here, in Chandler’s Ford, Brigit herself being a Goddess who became a Catholic saint. She wasn’t destroyed by the religion but rather incorporated into it. She is also a goddess of light and fertility, the returning sun after a dark winter.

The Brigit Flame.

I thought I was finished here, so went to look for a loo. When I came back, I was ‘instructed’ to do more so I stood in front of the altar again. This time, a magenta channel of the Magdalene descended with a small magenta flame inside. It reached to the floor and high into the sky, a veritable pillar of fire. Again, I felt the impulse to blow and when I did the magenta flame expanded until it filled the channel. I was given a portion of this flame to transport somewhere else. I already guessed that it was for St Stephen’s church in Sparsholt.

On my way out, I found the holy water font and blessed myself with it. On impulse, before I left my house that morning, I had applied holy water I had gotten from Arundel cathedral last year. This is another ritual that we have forgotten the original purpose of: the application of holy water in an equal-armed cross as you enter a sacred space. This entering ritual was to open the energy-field for the ensuing ceremony. The energies generated by the Mass fed you, energetically. After the ritual Mass, on leaving the building, you then applied holy water again, this time to seal the energy-field so that all the energies you absorbed would be retained, much like sealing the energy-field with the raku symbol after passing a Reiki attunement. Originally, the Mass was an attunement, but not in the way we pass attunements today. In the original Usui Reiki system, Mikao Usui ‘attuned’ his students every time they met. He shared the energy with them by sharing his own reiki-field. They sat in that energy for the duration of the meeting, their fields open and receptive. In the original Catholic Mass, this was the way it was done too. The energy of the ritual was shared and absorbed. It was a ‘communion’, a sharing; an attunement. However, after the Synod of Whitby, that all began to change, Celtic Christianity, with all its blend of Christian and Celtic beliefs, was replaced by Roman rites and rituals… and control.

Having written this, but not yet posted it, I was with my father when the local village magazine came. Inside was a list of ceremonies for Lent, one being an ‘Ashing Communion’. This is where they put ash on your forehead, again in an equal-armed cross. (That cross signifies equilibrium). I wondered what the ash meant. The palm used in Palm Sunday is burnt and applied to the forehead. In Roman times, penitents wore ashes and sackcloth to repent for their sins. Now, everyone is a sinner, by all accounts. BUT it was the palm, and again, we come back to the pagan origins of Christianity, which feel far more real to me. The palm, sacred to the Goddess, is still being used in Christian religions, which has to be a good thing.

I’ve put the link at the bottom of this page so if you want to visit the church and partake of the energies there, feel free.

In the beginning…

I have worked, energetically, with stone circles for twenty years, but it was on a trip to the remains of a stone circle in Cumbria, deep in a forest plantation, that I was granted a wonderful insight into one way in which our Bronze age ancestors used the circles.

From that experience, I understood that some circles were associated with maintaining fertility. They were used ritually at certain points of the year, (solstices, equinoxes, etc) and at that time priests, priestesses, and the entire community channelled the energy of the solar light into the circle to fertilise the wheat they had harvested the previous season, and to fertilise the waiting earth beneath; the masculine creative force of the sun, fertilising the female earth.

At the end of the Mesolithic period, ancient communities moved from hunting and gathering, to growing and tending. Their focus was on the growing of food, so taking care of both the physical landscape and the energetic landscape meant they had a better chance of survival. Their awareness of the Oneness of life was a part of them. They did not simply live on the planet, separate to it as we do, but they understood they were an integral part of it.

But how did the Early Neolithic farmers begin to use stone to contain and hold the energies they built in the landscape? How did they learn that particular form of energy-work in the first place? I have found no evidence of fertility work of this nature in the earlier Mesolithic hunter-gatherers. It seemed to arrive with people who grew their food on a large scale and who needed specific energetic help to accomplish that.

Before agriculture, hunters worked shamanically to connect to the spirit of the animal they were about to hunt, communicating with it before the hunt and asking for, and acknowledging, the creature’s sacrifice to feed them. But, with the advent of agriculture, some of these practices changed. To the ancestor, everything was energy. Every living thing, including apparently inert objects, such as stone, soil, etc, had a spirit and therefore deserved respect and acknowledgement. (You only have to look at the current indigenous people of the world to see how our ancestors might have lived).

It has always been a mystery to me how practices changed, from hunting and gathering, to include the growing of crops. Once you begin to grow food, the process and focus changes. But when did they begin to associate stone circles with corn-energising rituals?

It was only while reading Home by Francis Pryor, that I found a possible answer. Francis had been working on a Neolithic causewayed enclosure site in Etton along with his wife. The enclosure was part of a complex of enclosures, like Salisbury Plain, and comprised a single circuit of interrupted ditches. They discovered, at the end of each ditch segment, objects which had been carefully placed there. The deposits in the segmented ditches were laid in layers, each protected by a birchbark mat, which would have been naturally waterproof. Intact pottery vessels, turned upside-down, skulls, and broken quern stones, for the grinding of grain into flour, were also placed in layers in the ditches.

Upright Saddle Quern Deposit.

According to Prior, the objects placed within the ditches were crafts traditionally carried out by women: pottery, weaving, bread-making, etc. That makes me wonder why they deposited these particular objects in the ditches? Was the site traditionally viewed as female? Just as with the Cumbrian circle? The female energy was believed to reside in the earth, so it makes sense that if they wanted to ensure the positive flow of energy into their own home and tribe they would make offerings of gratitude for the resources already received and the petition for that flow to continue for the coming year.

Quern stones at each side of causeway.

Within the henge, there were also multiple pits filled with ritual deposits, but the most striking thing for me was that in the ditches on either side of the causeways, quern stones had been placed on their sides, so that they stood upright. Stones were placed on either side of the causeway, of which there were possibly four, oriented North, South, East and West, although the South entrance was subsequently destroyed. The deposits seem to have been placed, on separate occasions, but in the same place each time, in layers, perhaps during large gatherings, and by kin groups. Each time they gathered, they carried out ceremonies and a new stone was placed there; again on its side so that it stood upright, but above the buried layer of the previous celebrations.

Grain was an important part of their survival and the excavators of Etton discovered evidence that “cereal crops were both grown and processed within the immediate vicinity, perhaps within the enclosure.”

Datchet causeway. Example of how ditches were spaced.

When I read this for the first time, it immediately reminded me of my visit to Cumbria. and the importance of the stone circle in charging the wheat for the following growing season. The deposition of saddle querns, upright in the ditches, signalled for me the mental leap made by the Neolithic communities from ritual deposits of stones for wheat-grinding to standing stones. Wheat was such an important part of their survival that it stood to reason that the objects associated with grain processing should be held in such sacred esteem. I imagine, through the deposition of these stones, each family was both manifesting their food for the coming year but also giving something back to the Mother, in gratitude for feeding them; for taking care of them. And, as the quote above suggests, if the site was used for the processing of wheat, then corn rituals might well have been carried out in the centre too, creating what later became, the stone circles.

Knowth Basin.

In Knowth, there is the huge concave stone in one of the recesses within the burial mound. Burial mounds represent the womb of the Mother. Knowth is part of the Newgrange complex, where the sun enters the chamber at Midwinter, to light up the darkness within. Again the solar rays fertilising the Mother. The large concave stone is like a huge ceremonial saddle quern and may well symbolise the fertilising of the grain. A gift to the mother and holder of the ashes of people who may have been the ones who carried out the sacred ceremonies.

The carving inside the stone is interesting too: To me, it looks like an energetic representation of the solar rays fertilising the seed within the womb of Mother Earth.

Knowth Inner carving.

Of course, it may have had multiple meanings. As modern humans, we see symbols as representing things we only have understanding of ‘in the present’. We see things one-dimensionally. Our ancestors may have had access to knowledge we can only imagine, or re-learn, as we work in the energetic landscapes of the Mother.

The positioning of the saddle querns in the site in Etton also made me think of Mecca, where before Islam, tribal communities gathered there yearly. Each tribe had its own stone statue representing the energy of their tribe, their over-ruling deity, part of a circle of stones around the sacred site. Only with the coming of Islam was this practice destroyed and now only the ruling family have their ‘stone’, contained in the Kaaba. (Mecca had been a sacred site for many centuries, sacred to a triple goddess. One of these goddesses, Al-Uzzah, was a grain goddess).

Old Mecca.

As I was writing this, I found this very interesting article: The article states: The research into the Ring of Brodgar also showed that each stone comes from a different part of the Orkney Islands. Apparently, each of the diverse groups of people brought its own stone and placed it in the monument. Remarkably, Professor Bayliss’ research also found evidence that people travelled to the Orkneys from as far away as Belgium. This fits very well with the idea of family groups/tribes having their quernstone in the circle.

Many ancient Mother/Goddess sites were symbolic womb; places where, at certain times of the year, the energies of fertility were strongest. The midwinter ritual of the sun piercing the darkest recesses of burial mounds, and temples, were fertility processes: the male sun sending his fertilising principle into the dark womb of the Mother to activate the egg waiting there. These were no empty rituals, however. Our ancestors understood the active energies that revitalised the energy lines in the earth, that brought new vitality after the dark of winter, warming the earth; bringing new growth. Where energy flows, so too does life.

There are naturally powerful places on earth where the energy is palpable, such as volcanos, places where crystals have formed, and deep underground caves. Places too where elemental energies are strong: rivers, lakes, mountains, and forests. But energy is also built through ritual and intention. I have never been a ‘ritual’ worker. I never really understood the purpose of ritual except as a focus for creating and for intention. But, I recently had an experience in a Cathedral Church in Arundel where I saw the result of ritual actions on the energy of a place over time.

We were working on making a triangular connection between the sea and the river Arun. I wasn’t sure where this connection was supposed to be anchored but we went into the cathedral, just in case. I had been given water energy by a wonderfully loving sea elemental on Littlehampton beach and although I knew I had to put it somewhere; I didn’t know where, until it happened. As I approached the altar, which was built on top of an ancient spring, I saw the blue column of light behind it, which had been built up over the years by the priests doing the bread and wine ritual. This was a surprise to me. The energy had built up over so many years and had created a healing channel in the cathedral. This is also where the water energy gift was anchored, which was also a huge surprise. (One of the important things to remember when doing energywork is that religious belief plays no part. It is the positive intentions to help humanity which are important. Although saying that, the ancientness of the catholic ritual contains an energy that I have not found in other, more modern religious rituals).

But this ritual also involves the energising of bread, just as the ancient ritual in the stone circle Cumbria showed. (I think the energising of the wine might have been Roman in origin and added later as patriarchal religions became more prominent. The wine is energised from ‘above’ whereas the bread should be energised by the mother-energy ‘below’).

So that brings us back to the quernstones. We know that causewayed enclosures were the forerunners of stone circles so if the quernstones were placed as sacred objects and connected to a particular kin-group, (as in old Mecca, and Orkney), then it is not such a stretch to see that the later ‘standing stones’/quernstones in a circle came to represent each kin-family’s offerings to the Mother Goddess. The rituals building up over time gave these places their sanctity but there may well have been an extant ‘energy’ that told them where to build these sites in the first place.

The alignments of the main causeways appear to be directional, and the east/west entrances align with the sun. (We have often found main energylines crossing over in these sites, although not necessarily NSEW aligned). The astrological alignment aspects of stone circles might have come into play as a way for them to be sure about the timing of important events. I’m sure the simple beginning of the ritual circles became more complicated over time.

A very good book which explains how Glastonbury abbey was created is: The Gate of Remembrance by Frederick Bligh Bond, F.R.I.B.A. It is a book about the discovery of The Edgar Chapel through automatic writing and gives very interesting energetic information on how a sacred site is created.

Here are some more links for information.

The Bread of The Mother.

Yesterday morning, Sunday, (I wrote this a few years ago) I was listening to the Radio 4 church service (not something I often listen to, but it was an impulse I followed). The teaching was ‘The loaves and the Fishes’. You know, the one where Jesus miraculously fed the 5.000 people with only 5 loaves and 2 fishes after the death of his friend and teacher John the Baptist? Finishing up a beading project, the fact struck me that people never question this story. They relate it as though it is an absolute truth. But to me, they are missing an important point. Jesus was a spiritual teacher, teaching people something important. There was a deeper meaning to this story.

People, such as Dr Marcellino D’Ambrosio,  have looked into certain Judaic meanings behind the symbolism, such as the five loaves representing the Mosaic teachings in the Torah. There are 5 books in the Torah.  So perhaps, on one level, Jesus was expanding on the teachings and inner story of Moses, who was also a prophet, and a teacher.

But he was also quoted as saying that he was the ‘Bread of Life’. To my mind, this was a misinterpretation. He was also known as the ‘Water of Life’ which felt more appropriate. Could he be both bread and water? All spiritual nourishment? To many he was/is, but I have experienced a completely different awareness of what the bread represents. Over the past twenty years of doing energy healing, at many sacred sites around the world, I have found that the Bread represents the Bread of the Mother, of the earth.

My first experience of this came in 2006, in Cumbria, at a stone circle complex in the Broomrigg Plantation. One of my psychic gifts is the ability to tap into ancient knowledge and experience it in the present. It is psychometry; I suppose. Tapping into objects or places and opening doorways into past lives.

Broomrigg Stone Circle

On this occasion, standing on an ancient stone which had once formed part of a stone circle, I went back to the Bronze Age and found myself watching an ancient winter solstice ritual. Within the circle, a priest stood, and around the inside of the circle also stood containers of wheat which had been harvested the previous autumn. A priestess, who personified Artemis (I was a little surprised at that) drew down the energy of the sun and brought it into the earth, which opened like a womb to accept the solar energy. This fertilised a giant ovum and filled the womb with golden light. The priest had strewn wheat grains around the inside of the circle petitioning the Goddess Artemis, within whose hands he had placed a sheaf of corn. As this happened, the wheat in the containers was also ‘charged’, which effectively imbued the seeds with life, so that when they planted them again in the spring the resulting crop would be abundant. At the end of the ritual, the priest sprinkled water around the inside of the circle, because, without rain, the wheat could not grow.

Once the ‘ritual’ was complete, some of the grain was taken from the containers, ground into flour and made into bread. Each household in the tribe was given a portion of this ‘charged’ bread in order to bring fertility to the entire tribe over the coming year. Everyone was equal and everyone was fed. No-one was left out.

This experience prompted many questions. Over the past few years, some of these questions have found answers. I had, on occasion, to travel back to Ireland for Catholic funerals or memorial services, and noticed during the consecration of the bread and wine, during Mass, that all the energy from ‘Above’ seemed to charge the wine but not the bread. I also thought it was significant that only the priest drank the wine, (things have changed since then!) thereby gaining the benefit of its charged energy. But the communication wafers, the Bread/Body of Christ had no energy and yet this was distributed to the people during the Mass. I found this very interesting Why was the bread not ‘charged’, and why was it only the priest who benefited from the spiritual energy which should have been shared? I wondered if it was to do with power dynamics within the early church? Communion is such an important part of the Catholic Mass ritual and I can remember, as a child, taking communion seriously, believing that I was eating part of Jesus’ body. When it stuck to the roof of my mouth and broke, and I tried to remove it with my tongue, it was a serious disaster. Jesus was real to me and I thought I was breaking him apart.

The word communion signifies a joining, a sharing of energy, but there was no energy in this communion. It was rice paper, nothing more. For years, I had wondered why this was (I only rarely have communion now. If I feel an impulse, I will take it, even though I know it contains nothing). However, this year, I experienced another teaching, through ‘psychic time-travel’, that explained more of the mystery. It was in St. Dogmaels’ Abbey in Wales, near Cardigan Bay and I was doing my usual energy work, as I do in many churches, (both ancient and those still in use), when I felt an impulse to stop at a point which was below ground level. In the past, the altar of the church would have stood above this room and as I stood in the centre of this ‘cellar’ I felt a powerful female earth energy, like a vortex. It was still active, and very strong. When I stood in it, I ‘saw’ a monk standing in front of the altar in the room above me. He was consecrating the wine and the bread, but as he focused on the bread, which was a round loaf, he drew the energy of this vortex into the bread, spiritualising it with the female energy of the Earth, the Mother. Next, he drew down the energy of the sun and consecrated the wine with that energy, the Male fertilising principle! Finally I understood! Somewhere along the line, this connection and honouring of the role of Mother Earth, in sacred ritual, had been lost.

The Abbey itself was built in the 12th Century and is a Trionian Abbey, founded by monks from France who were dissatisfied with the way things were going in the French Monasteries. They wanted to get back to a simpler way of living, and of serving. But they also knew that the balance depended on honouring both Mother and Father.

At one point during this exploration through time, I was also given the understanding of the Holy Trinity: The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. The Father is obvious; he is the male principle, Solar, Christ Light. The Holy Spirit is the Mother, the Female principle: the Earth; and the son, is the priest /medium. The Son of both Mother and Father is the priest; he is the medium between the two; the one who can work with both energies and who is trained to materialise these energies in the bread and wine, thereby bringing succour to the community through their distribution. What is missing here, of course, is the female representative, the priestess. But, at least they still knew what they were doing, even though they were using both energies in a less earth-focused way than our ancestors at Broomrigg had done.

But, what I still did not know, was when this understanding disappeared. Perhaps during the dissolution of the monasteries, when the Divine Feminine, through Mary, was removed from the collective consciousness? Perhaps that understanding will come later.

So, back to the loaves and the fishes. Jesus (or someone) was trying to teach about the balance between the Masculine and the Feminine. The bread of Life comes from the earth, from the Mother. The fish is a male symbol, and one which I also have experienced in the course of my work, and which I know to be a symbol of life in the Ancient Solar priesthoods of Egypt, Greece and Western Europe. The symbol of Christianity is the Fish. The fish swims in water; water is life. The fish is a symbol for the fertility that comes from water, the abundance of a masculine god.  

Jesus was teaching the multitudes about Honouring the Mother and Father, just as the commandments told them to. Not just your physical, earthly Mother and father, but all of life through the Earth Mother and Solar Father. I believe the story tells us that nourishment comes from Mother and Father. What comes from the sky is Masculine, sun and rain, which fertilises the earth, the feminine, so that all her people can live. You cannot exist without both. What can you create with sun alone? Without the mixture of earth, what is it? If you honour both, you can feed thousands.

Maybe we need to get back to that. We need to relearn these ways of thinking about the earth, or Gaia, and her relationship with the Father, in order for us to live sustainable and fulfilling lives. It’s really not that hard. We just have to change our core beliefs. It might take years but at least the world of the future will be one worth living in again! And I wonder what would happen if we started to do these rituals in the way they were intended? That would be an interesting experiment.

PS. When I was in the Hare Krsnas, back in the seventies in Dublin, they cooked their food and blessed it before sharing it with people so that everyone could eat the sacred prasadam of the god of love, Krishna. Even one meal was enough to give you Krsna’s mercy. Blessing food is an ancient tradition.

A more modern story is the story of the foundation of Findhorn, one of my favourites.

Green Dragons from the River Test.

Around fifteen years ago, we visited Ashe church, near Overton, in Hampshire, looking for the source of the River Test. We were doing it out of interest, rather than anything else, because at that time, I was studying archaeology and interested in the little Saxon church there.

Source of the River Test.

Nothing much happened on the first visit, because the source of the river rose on land that was not public, so we could only see it from a distance. On a subsequent visit, however, we met the owner, and he gave us permission to go through his field so we could be beside it.

Sitting on the island of vegetation in the middle of a little lake created by the spring, there was a large green dragon. We were both aware of it, my friend Chris and I, but it wasn’t there alone. Its babies surrounded it; little green dragonlets playing on the island.

St. Nectan’s Waterfall.

We had never seen dragon-babies before and had no idea what they were meant to represent. We had, however, met with the green-dragon-energies before on our travels, in St. Nectan’s waterfall, where the water gushes through a slate hole, carved out by the waters of the river Trevillet. The Trevillet rises as a spring not so far away from the site, and its influence stretches from its source to the sea, where Tintagel Castle stands. It travels via the river, until it pours through the slate hole at St. Nectan’s, and then moves overland to the castle. Its tail is at the source of the river; its head at the castle.

(After first connecting to the Dragon energies here, we found a little book about it! Energies come through the subconscious, so this author was aware, without realising it perhaps, of its energy).

You can buy this online.

So, here we were, looking at a mother dragon, and her little ones, with no idea what to do next. We didn’t know what they were for, either. Although we knew they were associated with springs, we knew nothing more. We left, still none the wiser, and returned to Winchester where we visited the three sarsen stones in the Abbey Grounds, near King Alfred’s statue. While I was walking across the grass, I noticed a green baby dragon hanging onto my calf, like a toddler. This was so ridiculous I was afraid to say it out loud, so I kept it to myself. It was too much like a children’s story but, of course, it really only meant that I had somehow carried a portion of this green dragon energy with me when I left the Test spring.

Three sarsen stones, Abbey Gardens. Winchester.

Our minds create images of energies we can accept, on some level, otherwise, they are nebulous and we do not understand their purpose or function. The unconscious knows how we process information, and how we learn about symbols, so it presents information in a way that makes sense.

But I was keeping my mouth shut, anyway.

Back in the Abbey gardens, with a baby dragon hanging out of me, I got the feeling that we needed to go to the Cathedral, and as soon as we set foot in the door, the baby let go of my leg and leapt up the stonework of the building to the roof, where it remained. I still didn’t understand why it was there and wondered if it had anything to do with the blue energy-line that runs beneath the Cathedral. Only on later visits did I understand more.

After I left the dragon baby at the Cathedral, ‘they’ then instructed me to visit the Bishop’s Place, which was close by. Another baby dragon energy left my leg and flew to the top of one wall, where it too remained.

Bishop’s Palace, Winchester.

I never told anyone, except Eartha (who knows about this stuff), and Chris, until two friends, visiting the Cathedral, and palace, separately, and on separate occasions, told me they had seen a young green dragon-energy flying around the ceiling of the Cathedral and around the inside of the bishop’s palace! They had grown since I had left them there, and now that they had seen them too, I didn’t feel so crazy and could share how they got there.

Over the years, the dragons have grown, and other people have reported back to me about their presence. It is always such good confirmation and worth not telling anyone until getting that. When other people see what you see, you realise you are perfectly sane and rational, no matter how things appear to the contrary.

As my guides say: “Green dragon energy creates an environment of growth and potential. Where the spring rises, there is the promise of life.” Pretty succinct and pretty clear. Because this is dragon energy, which is elemental, that new life comes as vegetation; the food which feeds us, and all creatures that exist on the planet, including the planet herself.

Those two green dragons were anchored there nearly fifteen years ago, and we have watched them grow since then. However, we were not prepared for our last visit there, the day after Queen Elizabeth died.

My friend, Chris, and I were walking towards the Cathedral after a brief pitstop in Chococo’s to get a hot chocolate, and as we reached the graveyard, I became aware of a huge energy surrounding the building. It felt elemental but as we got nearer; I saw that the green dragon energy that we had planted there had now grown to encompass the entire cathedral. The physical Cathedral was now inside the dragon energy, and not vice versa.  

Winchester cathedral Dragon Energy.

We went into the building and walked along the central aisle to the centre point (there are three points along the aisle: the Head, Heart and Hara centre). As we proceeded, we were aware that we were inside the dragon’s body. I was instructed to stand on the Hara point, which in the physical body, equates to the centre behind your navel. This point connected to the Hara line of the Dragon’s body too. I felt the connection, but nothing else happened, so we pottered off to the little prayer chapel. I wanted to go to the main altar but the back of the cathedral was cut off to visitors.

After pottering around, I felt drawn back to the dragon-centre point again and this time, as I took my place there, a green column from the dragon’s Hara-centre, descended around me. When it reached the floor, it filled up with the green of the dragon’s energy, like green fluid, filling all the way up. When it was filled, ivy began to grow at my feet, spiralling upward, around the green column until it reached the point where the column emerged from the dragon’s body. There was a feeling of something being reciprocated here, but I didn’t understand what that might be. It could be because we had anchored this dragon here in the first place and I was being given this gift of ‘greenness’ in return. I don’t know. There are many gifts we are given in return for our service and this was one of them, and although I do not know what it is for, I’m sure I’ll soon find out.

So, if you are visiting Winchester Cathedral, tune into the green dragon there, and see what happens. You might be surprised, and she might have something for you to do too.

White Dragon/Serpent Key.

11 June 2009.

This is an old diary entry, which I thought might be an interesting view into how I received one of the Gaia Method Earthways Symbols. I received most of the symbols this way, always in nature, and this barrow is one I return to again and again. I always receive something new from the Guardian there.

I went up to Micheldever woods with May, my first grandchild, and one of my daughters, Hana. It was a lovely walk, and we went through the Iron-Age Banjo enclosure, in Itchen woods, and then the ‘King’s’ barrow, followed by a walk to the ‘Queen’s’ barrow, which lies some distance away. I didn’t think we could negotiate the buggy through the woods, but we managed!

As we stood on the Queen’s barrow, which is what we call it, the energy felt exhilarating. The wind blew up, and it was like we were in a thunderstorm. Elemental energy is often experienced this way and it is the way the elemental energies indicate their presence.

Beneath the barrow, I began to ‘see’ a pink crystal, and a blue one. Hana took May to the buggy to give her a snack, so I could tune in properly. I had not expected to be doing this today; we’d only come for a walk but as I stood there, I saw the blue crystal clearly. The energy of the lady guardian of the barrow permeated my energy-field. When this happens, it is as if their energy is my energy; I feel like her, much the same as when mediums feel the energy of the person who is coming through them.

Looking down at my feet, I became aware that I was wearing a long white dress that spread out all around me and covered the barrow in white, fabric folds, like satin. I held a key in my right hand. A keyhole appeared in the blue crystal as it hovered within the barrow and I inserted the key into the keyhole. When it opened, it had become a bejewelled chest. The chest lid opened and inside was yet another key. This new key had a green lustre. For a couple of minutes, I received no further information so I asked what this key was for. The information floated into my head. I was told that it was a Gaia Method Earthways key. I waited for the energy of the key to show itself but it took some time. A white vortex began to form around me, and I understood the symbol was the vortex.

This white vortex began to transform into a sparkly white dragon. That was the name of the key: The White Dragon Key. I asked what this symbol did as it obviously whirled around the energy field. I was told that it raised the vibration of the field to a higher level, the level of the realm of ideas. All the ideas that ever were and ever will be are contained in this layer and with this symbol, you can access them. The layer seems to be full of as-yet-unmanifested potentials.

I felt strongly, that in return for this gift, I wanted to give something back to the site, so I asked what I could give. I saw the Venus mirror symbol, with the mirror turning and flashing in the sun as it rotated. It was as though it was sending light information through the air to other sites but what this information might be, I wasn’t sure. Then I saw the symbol anchoring about 30 cm in the earth. Where it anchored, ruby Venus energy spread like tree roots beneath the barrow. The mirror flashed again, as though it was signalling other sites which expressed the Venus energy, like a ruby Morse code.

At one point I saw an opening in the earth being opened by many hands. It was like the Sheila na gig opening in spring except that this time there was an ancient burial of a woman inside it. She was so ancient she looked mummified. The guardian of the burial showed me a ring the dead woman wore on her left-hand ring finger. She said she wished to give me this ring, if I would accept it. I asked her what it was for and she said it would help me move forward when things were slow. It would help me get to where I needed to, both vibrationally, and physically. I thought about that and decided it was a good thing to have, so I accepted. The guardian took the ring from the ancient lady, who reminded me of Hatshepsut, and placed the ring on my finger. The Lady in the Barrow was the Guardian, her energy still very present, that was the reason for her burial there.

When the energy returned to normal, I relayed what had happened to Hana. She was thrilled because, as she had been looking after May, she too had seen the white vortex and had seen herself standing at the edge of a white energy-field.

It’s always good to receive confirmation.

I have to say the elemental energy of the barrow was wonderful. Even May was squealing with excitement, watching the trees blowing in the wind.

An Invitation.

“Down through the centuries, man has attempted to outwit the forces of nature. Now, it falls to them to be the custodians of those same forces. It is no longer enough to live on the world; now it is necessary to live in it.

The time has come for all men (we include women here but it is more expedient to use one term only) to unite against the destructive beliefs of those who seek to destroy the natural world. It is time to unite against the forces of humankind who would seek to eliminate the wealth of the natural world in order to line their own pockets.

But how can we accomplish such a task, we hear you ask?

From your perspective, it appears to be an insurmountable task, but from ours, it is relatively simple. Those of you who work with the natural forces, i.e., the trees; the elemental spirits, the Ancient Ones, the dragons, etc., already have it within your means to help stem the tide of destruction.

All you have to do, and we will assist all those willing to give of their time and skills, is to focus daily on the energies that surround you, your gardens, your parks, your woodlands. Focus on your own area, then contact, mentally, the elementals of that area. Commune with them. Concentrate on their essence, see their forms, and hear their songs.

Once you have accomplished this, create centres of learning so that others can go there and learn to commune with them. Create your own Nature Elemental Universities, where students can visit when they feel called, to connect with the Elemental energies that wish to work with them.

There is still time to change the tides, but you must not tarry.”

I received this a couple of weeks ago and wondered how to connect with the Elementals as they suggested. It usually takes me a few weeks to process what they have given me but then I remembered something that happened at my friend’s house a few months ago. She lives just a few miles outside Winchester, surrounded by fields, ancient trackways and woodland. Having a cup of tea, and looking out her window at apple trees, roses, and the pheasant who comes for feeding daily, I saw images of a thin, gaunt giant striding slowly across the landscape in the field opposite her house. He was the Elemental energy of the area, the one who took care of what used to be the old estate. He is the one who maintains the balance and looks after all the other energies who live there, both seen and unseen. I hadn’t called him, but he came of his own volition, inviting my friend to connect with him.

Estate Elemental.

He was not what I expected from an Elemental, but his energy was calm, slow and peaceful. He exuded love and care which was a joy to feel. My friend saw a different image of him, one that had meaning to her. (We all see the Elementals according to our beliefs so however they appear to you is the right way for you).

I remember too, at another friend’s house in Dorset, seeing another Elemental. At the time I didn’t quite understand what he was doing as he was peering at me, rather grumpily I thought, through a triangular portal I had anchored there. He looked like a Sulamith Wulfing illustration. (She could see the elementals clearly). I knew the triangle allowed communication between humans and the Elementals but didn’t quite realise why they were created there. The channelling above explains why.

Elemental by Sulamith Wulfing

A few weeks back, I created a triangle portal on the site of an old Roman villa, in Sparsholt. When I opened the portal, I didn’t understand why they placed it there. The roman villa was not a sacred place, I thought. But my thinking was limited. I was only seeing what used to be there, not what is there now. I was thinking of the past, not the present.

When anchoring the triangle at that place, I did not know its purpose, but on a return trip, after receiving this channelling, we went back up, passing the bronze age burial mound on the way, to connect with the elemental energy there. As soon as we entered the woods, the wind started rising, moving through the branches of the beech trees. We walked around the edge of the woods, listening to the wind rise and fall. I had the impression that the elemental communicated like that, through wind in the trees and I remembered a similar experience many years ago after trying and failing to find the villa site.

Hopelessly lost, after half a day of searching the woods, I gave in and asked the energies of the woods to please help me. Almost as soon as I uttered the words, a wind moved through the trees on my left as if they were saying, ‘follow me’. So, I followed what seemed like a wave of wind as it moved the tree branches. I followed this wave of softly moving branches, walking in a straight line through brambles and undergrowth, until five minutes later, I found myself in a square clearing. A feeling settled in my stomach as I heard the energies, through the wind and trees, say ‘Welcome.’ The voice was low and airy and I was both amazed, and overjoyed at having finally found the place. I was also fascinated by how the energies there communicated with me and how they had helped me locate what I had spent ten years trying to find.

That was my first experience. I didn’t know it at the time but I had connected with the elemental guardian there but on this last visit I understood more. Because I knew it was there. Placing the triangle of energy told me that. After walking the old paths, we came to the site of the villa and the winds stopped, completely. There was a stark difference between this clear space and the surrounding trees. Outside the space, the wind moved strongly, rustling the branches, but inside the space, there was no movement, at all. It was completely still, peaceful, like the eye of a storm.

Sitting on the wooden bench, I mentally called to the elemental telling him(?) of my intention and I waited. I noticed a wind come up again, to my left, and saw a man taller than the trees, striding through them, moving the branches aside as if they were tall grass. To my mind, he looked like the BFG. Gentle and caring. But he did not enter the villa site. He moved in the trees surrounding it. I was curious about this so as we walked back I asked him how we could help, based on what the channelling had suggested. I also wanted to know more about him.

This is his area. It even looks like an elemental.

I heard, as words in my head, ‘This is my kingdom.’ And he showed me the entire woodland and a red line drawn around the boundaries. As the elemental ‘King’ he strode around these boundaries, holding within them his trees, as though he was a tree-shepherd. This sounded familiar and I remembered Tolkien talking about Tree-shepherds. But Tolkien’s shepherds were trees. This elemental was not. He was distinct from them. A being in his own right. Trees are rooted. They cannot move. But he can, and does, caring for and protecting everything within his red line. Looking at the map of over 130 years, I can see that he has done a pretty good job as the woods are still there and have been added to, not diminished.  

Farley Mount 1894-1910

We passed an old beech tree that had been planted as a boundary tree to separate arable land from woodland. I looked up into its branches and was reminded of Enid Blyton’s The Magic Faraway Tree with its ‘lands’ at the top that changed all the time so you never knew what land was going to be there next time you climbed it. This reminded me of what my guides had said about how to access inspiration, by moving along the branch of a tree and connecting with the story/poem/painting there; an interdimensional tree.

That, it seemed, was the answer. Write stories. Let the stories be about them. At least for me. For you it might be different, based on your life’s work.

During the previous week, while anchoring a red dragon line on the south coast which will eventually stretch from Worthing to Portland Bill, I opened a triangle portal at Littlehampton. Once it was open, I contacted the most beautiful sea elemental I have ever connected to. The triangle goes from Littlehampton to Arundel, making it a water portal as it follows the river, Arun. I had never opened a water portal before, not like this anyway.

And I have also never experienced such loving elemental energy. I wanted to stay in this place forever. Usually, when I do energy work, once I have completed the work, I have no more desire to be there, but this place was different. I didn’t want to leave! The elemental appeared as a large brown boulder covered with barnacles and mussels, like a rock you would see beside the sea when the tide has gone out. It looked bulbous, rounded and swollen, with a wide, round nose and large, large lips that stretched around its face, like a cleft in the rock. Its eyes were closed and its face turned towards the surface, absorbing the sunlight that filtered through the water. He didn’t move around, this elemental, but remained in this place doing his job as elemental balancer. But he did give me a gift that would allow me to share his energy as an attunement.

I am not a beachy person; I don’t enjoy lying on a beach all day but prefer to be walking, picking up fossils and stones and feathers and taking photos. But I could quite happily have stayed on this beach, within his loving, nurturing energy.

Putting all these things together, I assume that triangle portals open up places to be used as Elemental Universities. Visiting these places and having the intention to learn from these elementals will teach you what they want you to learn.  

Perhaps too, a human will be a guardian of a particular portal. Someone who feels drawn to being there. Each place has one. Someone who can communicate with the Elemental guardians and help keep the balance, and can share the knowledge of these wonderful guardians, passing on their teachings through the written word, music or art.

For now, I will share the places where portals exist, which is also the reason for this post, so you can go yourself and connect to them and see what they want you to do.

There is still time, as they say. But do not tarry…

If you wish to work with the Elementals in this way, you can receive the Elemental Portal Attunement. which will attune you to their energies and which will allow you to install the portals where you are guided to.

Header image: Copyright © Ted Nasmith Tree shepherd image.

The Dragon of Burley.

A few weeks ago, we went to the New Forest to visit an Iron Age hillfort called Castle Hill, near Burley. I was reading The Forest by Edward Rutherfurd and he mentioned a myth about a dragon there. As I have often found, where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. Myths are great for finding sites associated with dragons because ancient cultural beliefs remain in the collective unconscious of the area.

The Oak Mother Tree.

Once we climbed to the hillfort, not realising until we were inside that there was a road which would have given us direct access, we found a beautiful old oak tree. It felt like a Mother Tree, and it stood at the western entrance. We were told to make an essence in this old tree, which was a combination of her ancient stability and wisdom, and the white dragon energies that protected the site.

The white dragon, which looked very ‘fleshy’, more like a Chinese dragon, had long serpent-like tendrils hanging down from beside its nostrils and it stood at the entrance, facing outwards, acting as protector of the hillfort. On the other side of the hillfort, at the other entrance, I could see another one, looking out towards Lymington. They instructed me to walk sunwise around the inside of the fort and to connect the dragons to each other via a white light ring. In my mind’s eye, it reminded me of that old toothpaste advert, with its ring of confidence. White with a blue tinge.

Chinese White Dragon.

As we walked in a circle around the inside of the fort, we continued to tune into the energies of the site. We were told that this place was a place of safety during times of invasion from people outside. When outlying villages were attacked, the people who lived outside would come to be fed and protected. It felt like it was during a time when there was much instability and villages were routinely robbed and destroyed.

Dragon priests, able to communicate with the elemental energies of the place, were given forewarning that an attack was imminent, and they informed the villagers, who trusted them completely. They then left their homesteads and came to the safety of the fort, often returning later to burned homes and destroyed livelihoods.

Rain-filled gravel pit on top of the hill.

Part of the energies of these dragons was that the protection they offered was an energetic force-field that only allowed in energies in that resonated with them. The priests of the place held that energy. If others came with bad intention, they were denied access. It was as if they would feel repelled by the place. Perhaps a fear set in, or a superstition triggered. Something always kept them out. I have found this before at particularly elemental sites. An energy-field that you could only access if you saw beyond the glamour surrounded them. They were invisible to most people. The ‘glamour’ came in the form of fear. For no reason that you could see, you would suddenly become afraid, seeing darkness all around you. Only if you could see the fear for what it was could you access the wisdom and knowledge of the elementals who inhabited the place.

The white dragons fulfilled the same purpose in Castle Hill hillfort.

Essence being made.

As we made the white dragon essence at the Mother Tree, I became aware of a blue dragon energy moving in a line behind me. I was facing the centre of the fort, and the line, which looked like a blue serpent energy, entered the back of my Hara and rose out of my crown, then travelled down through my feet. I had the strongest feeling we needed to go to wherever this blue dragon line was coming from. This turned out to be the Avon River at Ringwood.

We drove to Ringwood and brought this new essence to the river, following our intuition to where the river by a lovely green area called Jubilee park. As I poured some of the tree essence into the river, I heard myself say: ‘A gift from the Mother’.

The Avon in Ringwood.

Next, I filled a bottle with water from the river to take back to the fort. I was told it was ‘the gift of water’. And I was aware of how privileged we were to have water. Some places don’t have any! The feeling was that water was a gift and one we could not live without. There were so many places that did not have water, such as in desert environments and places where humans have polluted the seas and rivers and groundwater. We do not recognise what a gift we have. What I loved about this exchange of gifts was that they were given freely, in recognition of the importance of both places.

This was also my cue to stop complaining about the extremely wet winter we have had all winter! I had become so tired of my back garden quagmire, which my hens had created, and I’d thought the rain would never stop.

Before we left the little park, I had a desire to stand on the bridge over the river. Looking across the sparkling waters, the view was beautiful! There was a glorious feminine energy presiding over this fast-flowing river, and she told me she would like to add to the essence, which now contained oak, dragon, and water energy. She put a fish into it, just like at the Itchen last year. The fish is masculine energy, but still hers.

A Gift of Water Fertility.

We drove back to the hillfort and brought the water to the tree. There, I had to walk it anti-clockwise in a circle around the tree, pouring some of it on the ground as I walked. Chris did one half, and I did the other, like a yin/yang.

It felt like we had completed another circuit.

The following week we went to Lymington. Such a lovely town, with its old fishing alleys and small slipway. Now it is a marina! We walked as far down to the sea as we could and stood beside another slipway from where I could see the opposite shore. I never know what to expect when I reach a place and this time they did not expect me to do any work. Instead, I felt an energetic aura of water emerge from the sea and surround me, as if I was carrying a bubble. This was to be brought back to Castle Hill!

View From Lymington Marina.

We drove into the hillfort this time and wandered down to the oak tree at the entrance. Standing beneath its branches, I felt the bubble of water that undulated around me suddenly flop down onto the ground, seeping into the soil in a cascade of blue.

That was all I needed to do, I thought, until I saw a large white dragon’s egg appear beneath the tree. We were instructed to stand within this egg and were told that this was an initiation into the protective guardian energies of the White dragon. We could transfer this protection to people who would be the guardians of a sacred place. We could also place it around a home if that place was going to be a sanctuary or healing space.

Both water lines anchored.

After this gift, the work was complete, so we explored the rest of the hillfort. There are old gravel pits there now, filled with rainwater and as I stood looking into one, I felt an impulse to throw a little gold ring in. It was a tiny ring I had found walking up a road around Winchester and which only fit on the first joint of my little finger. It had originally been on something, like the rim of a bottle, but I knew, when I found it, that it was destined for someplace else, so I had worn it with that in mind. I have very little jewellery left at this stage, as so much of it has ended up in pools or rivers. A gift for a gift – or a symbolic sacrifice, a letting go of attachment. Plus, the metal can work as a physical anchor for activated energies.

It makes me wonder, though, what the purpose for all those iron-age swords and gold found in rivers and bog pools was.

Perhaps those ancient people also exchanged gifts with the spirit of special places and energies…