During the spring equinox of 1996 a profound dream
brought me to my ancestral home of Great Britain ...
Glastonbury Tor is one of those places not only involved with King Arthur and Grail Lore, but has a long-standing Faerie tradition. The legend says that on a certain night of the year, in the hillside of the Tor, the hill will open and reveal an entrance to a Faerie King's world.
Throughout the previous winter I had led labyrinth gatherings, presented workshops and studied ancient texts. One remarkable night while immersed in my studies I had a most incredible dream. I found myself creating temples in the ancient Isle of Avalon.
Coming into consciousness within the dream state I am escorting a group of visitors to our temples, a spectacular labyrinth, and a huge circular formation with astrological
symbology moulded into the earth. I gaze up to the sky where the heavens are aligned, then looked down to the earth where the stars are mirrored in the earthenwork. We are weaving the sky into the tapestry of the land, recreating heaven on Earth. I climb to the top of a hill dominating the landscape and behold a marvelous temple of stone marking the exact point of merging energies. I awake! For the next several days two unknown names skipped through
my mind: Glastonbury and Avebury. I concede, and make arrangements to fly to England.
Ten years earlier I had visited Great Britain on a five-day tour and although my trip carried me as far west as Bath, I was not aware of Glastonbury. Nor had I ever heard of Avebury. Determined to locate my best course of travel, I map dowsed the area, locating Glastonbury, where I was drawn to a tiny speck called Chalice Well that would become my spiritual base. Some time later I learned that this Holy Well had a long spiritual legacy, intrinsically linking the sacred waters of the Red and White Springs with the Chalice of Jesus. According to author Mary Caine, ancient Glastonbury was where Jesus is said to have spent time as a youth, and where Joseph of Arimathea, Jesus' uncle, founded the Christian Church of England in 37 AD. Here too, was found, a huge earthen Zodiac molded into the landscape, recently discovered.
Caine went on to say that copious evidence of prehistoric interference with the landscape could by seen on every side; there were obviously early and important settlements in the vicinity with hardly a hill that had not been terraced or fortified. Tumuli and other earthworks abound. The Tor had been laboriously terraced into something reminiscent of a Chaldean Ziggurat, or a step-pyramid. Today, its influence on the whole area is hypnotic, and its spiraled terraces walked as a Classical Labyrinth. The Glastonbury Zodiac is literally the earthly counterpart of the Caer Sidi of the Celts - a great Star-Temple, reflecting in its natural contours and streams the Zodiac in the heavens. So accurately indeed does it mirror the heavenly pattern that the stars of the Zodiac fit over its earthly effigies when the planisphere is scaled to the map of Avalon.
That this antiquity has lain so long forgotten is due, paradoxically, to its immense size. It is said, within the complex of ancient Glastonbury lie the Phoenix of the Zodiac, from whence my vision beckoned.
A cold, blustery March day, greeted me as I drove from London to the ancient site of Avebury. Here, ancient menhirs stand mute witness to astonishing phenomena in the cereal crop. Walking the land touching each menhir, energies streamed through my body aligning me with the genius loci of the ancient site.
The next afternoon I visited Stonehenge and met a gentleman in the gift shop who confided that he was the head of English Heritage, having journeyed
from London for the day, the very person, who, moments later would authorize an unscheduled visit for me to the inner sanctum, later that night. A visit I was told, that would otherwise have taken months to secure.
Escorted by security, I returned to the Henge near midnight where a light fog had descended over the great menhirs, teasing my senses. Emerging from the mist were shapes and figures of silhouettes--hooded-figures, and soft, melodious music whose source was indiscernible. The security guards assured me that they would know if anyone had been playing music nearby.
Walking between worlds one realm decidedly penetrating the other at the very fringe of the veil, I was fully prepared for the work that lie ahead.
Traversing the charming funky village of Glastonbury by day, with its maze of tourist shops, ancient structures, energy vortices and sacred groves, I continued deep into the very heart of the ethereal realm of Avalon by night.
Working with the frequencies of light, I was often confronted by the realm of the faerie, whose ethereal enchantment was of some concern. It seemed that within this kingdom was great interest in what I would accomplish. It wasn't until after returning home, that I realized something had been left undone, and a summer sabbatical began to take form.
Effortlessly, preparations fell into place. I abruptly sold my boat that had languished on the market for two years. With finances in hand I was free to pursue the journey. I realized that the trip would coincide with the annual Crop Circle Conference in Glastonbury, and with it, an invitation to visit Germany beforehand.
In the weeks prior to my departure I began a series of meditations to connect with the spirit of place, setting my intention to co-create the beautiful anomalous crop formations along with the mysterious consciousness responsible for true crop circles. I had one stipulation, that I would know without a shadow of a doubt, that I had in some manner, some way, affected the process. And I left it at that.
My journey began in Germany where events created opportunities unforeseen. After years of requests, permission was granted on the very day that I arrived to build a labyrinth walking meditation in the gardens of the ancient holy site at Disibodenberg, the childhood monestary where Hildegard von Bingen received her miraculous visions.
Dowsing the beautiful wooded hilltop sanctuary were great leys of energy and water crossing - electric and magnetic vortices, here I placed the labyrinth atop one of the centers, closely adjacent to Hildegard’s quarters. It was marvelous work supported by the Nuns at Bingen and the Baron who owned the property. I am told that the labyrinth has been walked by tens of thousands of pilgrims.
I then prepared for the journey to England, a long road trip ahead. After driving all day and ferrying across the English Channel arrivng after midnight, accommodation was impossible to find. I continued on. My route would take me directly past Stonehenge on my way to Cornwall for the purpose of retracing the
“Michael and Mary” lines, following the map laid out by dowsers Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst in their remarkable book, "The Sun and the Serpent." Determined to learn more about the ancient megalithic structures placed along flows of Earth energy, "energy leys" were said to increase fertility of plants, animals, and human life. I would learn this energy was enhanced by placement, and accessed through connecting with the crystalline structure of the stone. In this way the frequency could be harnessed for healing and in the attainment of higher states of consciousness.
Once again approaching Stonehenge, this time in the wee hours of dawn, I noticed something uncanny. Whether it was divine grace or sheer luck, emerging from the crop were dozens of swirled formations in every direction. From my perspective at ground level I had no idea what the pattern was, the formation had to be viewed from above in order to appreciate the image. I entered the field, and began walking the formation. Bending down in a small circle no more than four feet in diameter, I marveled at the symmetry of the intricately-woven threads of wheat, reminiscent of a bird's nest. I had stumbled upon the now famous Julia Set spanning the entire field adjacent to Stonehenge.
Shrouded in the serenity of dawn, the energy of the formation was extraordinary. I began walking, when, suddenly, the spiraling nautilus emerged from the design. Here it was! The emerging image was none other than the Divine Mean, the Phi Ratio, the Sacred Spiral, the geometry of the Labyrinth-- the now famous Julia Set. I knew without doubt that this was the formation from my meditations. It consisted of a mind-boggling l51 circles with a length of 9l5 feet, the largest and most complex formation in the history of crop formations, heralding a new direction in corn circle symbology that subsequent formations would emulate in the years ahead. Walking a massive spiraling circle, in the form of an invisible Labyrinth, I connected with the circle-makers, the exquisite multidimensional consciousness responsible for the formations. Intent fulfilled.
The farmer who owned the land made his morning rounds, and greeted me. We chatted for a bit, and I offered a donation to offset his crop loss, which he accepted. "Do you see how yellow the crop is over there?" he motioned, pointing to a spot just beyond the formation distinctly different in color from the rest of his field. "We had a formation turn up five years ago on that very spot. I was so angry at the time, thought it was kids. But you know, my crop has never come in the same color since. It's always bright yellow in that very spot. It's in the same exact spot as the first formation. And now, this spectacular formation! I don't think it’s kids anymore. Frankly, I don't know what to think. Maybe we're blessed?" Miracles never cease. Fourteen years into the future another grand formation would arrive on the very same spot in May 2010.
Like pearls strung on golden thread I followed a network of spiraling, winding pathways of energy, connecting the sacred megalithic sites to a global grid, punctuated by the mysterious crop formations within the Golden Triangle. Eventually I arrived in the south of England to Cornwall, and the wondrous structures I'd sought. Here were the likes of menhirs with fanciful names -- the “Merry Maidens”, “Men-an-Tol”, and much more, nearly twenty ancient earthenworks in all. At each site information was given and thusly received. Returning to Glastonbury and my home base at Chalice Well, I was invited to join the caretakers within the gardens at night, and then attended the annual Crop Circle Conference.
I lingered a few days completing my healing work in the Chalice Well gardens during Gaelic Lughnasadh, before setting off alone for greater mysteries in the North Country. A bus, train, and rental car later I was greeted by the megalithic circles of Castlerigg, Long Meg, and the remote lonely stones of Swinside. In Castlerigg just moments before dusk, a free ranging herd of sheep all vied for standing room only atop the stones. They stood and soaked in the frequency, until the magic moment diminished, and they nonchalantly hopped down and walked away. Along the highway, farm animals could be seen sitting and standing in perfectly straight lines, as if placed by the hand of God, demarking the unseen energy of place. Continuing to the Isle of Lewis and the extraordinary site of Callanish, where I spent several days connecting deeply with the ancient star alignment, profound and surreal.
Nearing the completion of my sojourn, I found my way to the tiny isle of Iona-- the sacred Isle of the Druids, and holy site of early Christianity. Accommodations were scarce, the entire Island had been booked for months. Miraculously, a small farm house overlooking the sea whose dear owner took mercy on me, and invited me in. I located a grassy spot behind the home where the sheep grazed but left all the wild flowers intact. I gravitated to this ideal place for quiet moments of relection, connecting with the blissful energy of this place.
When it was time to leave and almost as an afterthought, the farmer's wife smiled and turned to me, saying, "That spot you like so much. I've been meaning to tell you. It's the exact spot where St. Columba experienced his profound visions. It's very, very sacred."
Cnoc nan Aingeal - Hill of Angels
"One little hilltop is not rocky, but rounded, green, distinctive: the heal where Columba spoke with holy Angels."
I spent my last full day in London at the British Museum. Here, relics come alive, true mysteries abound! Through a quirk of fate and pure synchronicity, I was escorted to the private lower catacombs under the city, treasure trove for antiquities, where, on occasion the fortunate few are beckoned. Here, before me, was shown the message I sought bound in stone. I knew my journey was complete. My path had come full circle. I had completed a sojourn into the mystery of the megaliths--the wisdom keepers, whose revelations and long-forgotten secrets would lead to deeper levels of intrigue in faraway distant lands, continents away.
In the days and nights that passed a world of multi-dimensional reality burst into high gear. This would not be the first time I was to encounter extremes in manifestation. I had once again embarked upon a journey as old as the ages and there was no turning back. A divine appointment awaited in the highlands of Peru where everything would ultimately come together.
Today I am guided to share the story's silent lips held secret for so long. It is our ability to share these teachings that is of vital importance. Indeed,
it is our greatest strength. We have entered an era when there will be no more secrets, the dawning of the Golden Age.
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