A Return to Avalon

By Kathy Doore

During the spring equinox of 1996, a profound dream brought me
to my ancestral home of Great Britain ...

One remarkable night I had a most incredible dream while immersed in my studies. I found myself creating temples and labyrinths in the ancient Isle of Avalon. Entering into lucidity within this dream state, I am escorting a group of visitors to our temples-- a spectacular labyrinth, and a huge circular formation of land with astrological symbology molded into the earth. I gaze upward and see the heavens in alignment. Then, I look to the earth, and realize 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 little names skip through my mind: Glastonbury and Avebury. I concede, and make arrangements to fly to England.

Ten years earlier on a five-day whirlwind tour, I visited Great Britain. Although my trip carried me as far west as Bath, I was not aware of Glastonbury nor had I ever heard of Avebury. I decided to map dowse the area to locate my best course of travel. Locating Glastonbury on the map, I was drawn to a small speck, Chalice Well, and used this as my spiritual base. I would later learn that this site 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 also 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 be 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 abounded. The Tor had been laboriously terraced into something reminiscent of a Chaldean Ziggurat, or a step-pyramid. Today, its influence on the entire area is hypnotic, and its spiraled terraces are 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 firmament. 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 that within the complex of ancient Glastonbury lies the Phoenix of the Zodiac, from whence my vision beckoned.

EQUINOX

A cold blustery March day greeted me as I drove from London to the ancient site of Avebury, where mute menhirs stand witness to astonishing phenomena every year in the cereal crop. Walking the land and touching each menhir as their energies streamed through my body, I aligned with the genius loci, the spirit of Place.

In the gift shop at Stonehenge, a gentleman struck up a conversation. He was with English Heritage having journeyed from London on business; the very person, who, moments later, would authorize an unscheduled visit for me to the inner sanctum that evening. A visit, I was told, that would otherwise have taken months to secure. I returned to the henge near midnight as a light fog teased my senses and descended over the great stones. I was escorted to the inner sanctum, then left on my own. Emerging from the mist were shapes and figures of silhouettes, hooded figures, later captured in my lens, and soft, melodious music, whose source was indiscernible. The security guards assured me they would know if anyone were playing music nearby. Walking between worlds--one realm decidedly penetrating the other at the very fringe of the veil, I prepared for the work in Glastonbury.



Traversing the charming, funky village by day with its maze of shops, energy vortices, and sacred groves, by night I continued deep into the very heart of Avalon, the ethereal kingdom. Working with the higher 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 there was great interest concerning what I was to accomplish, that of transmitting the light of heaven through my body into the earth, the telluric energies into the heavens. It was only after returning home that it became clear that something had been left undone, and a summer sabbatical began to take shape.

SUMMER

Preparations fell into place effortlessly. My sailboat, which had languished on the market for two years, suddenly sold. With finances in hand I was free to pursue the journey. The journey would coincide with the annual Crop Circle Conference in Glastonbury. I began a series of meditations for the purpose of connecting with the circle makers, with one stipulation: that I would know without a shadow of a doubt that I had in some manner affected the process. And I left it at that.

GERMANY

My journey began in Germany, where events created opportunities unforeseen. After months of requests, permission was granted on the very day that I arrived to co-create a Classical Labyrinth on the ancient holy site of Hildegard von Bingen's visions, Disibodenberg. While dowsing the wooded hilltop grove, I discovered great leys of energy and water crossing--electric and magnetic vortices--and placed the labyrinth on top of one of these centers adjacent to Hildegard's quarters. It was marvelous work supported by the Nuns at Bingen and the Baron who owned the property, and is today walked by tens of thousands of pilgrims.

ENGLAND

After motoring all day and ferrying across the English Channel by night, my route would take me near Stonehenge once again. I was following the map laid out by dowsers Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst in their remarkable book, " The Sun and the Serpent, for the purpose of retracing the “Michael and Mary” lines. I was determined to learn more about the ancient megalithic structures placed along flows of energy, telluric currents that grid the earth said to increase fertility of plants, animals, and human life. Through trial and error I learned how these energy leys manifest through many of the old stone markers, harnessing and magnifying in strength. It was said that they were very effective in the attainment of higher states of consciousness when channled properly through the body in mindfulness. They also marked many alignments of physical structures, "ley lines", following the serpentine energies.

STONEHENGE

I pulled into the car park at dawn's first light. All was quiet. The ancient sanctuary was not yet open. My attention was attracted to something just off the highway. Whether it was divine grace or sheer dumb luck, I observed emerging from the crop near the side of the road dozens of swirled formations flowing in every direction. From my perspective at ground level I had no idea what I was seeing. The formation had to be viewed from above in order to appreciate the pattern. I gingerly 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.

Enfolded in the serenity, I began walking the formation. A spiraling nautilus began to emerge, swirling and turning for 915 feet. “Oh, My!” Here it was--none other than the Divine Mean, the Phi Ratio, the Sacred Spiral, the Geometry of the Labyrinth-- the Julia Set. And I knew without doubt that this was the formation from my meditations. It consisted of a mind-boggling l51 circles and was the largest and most complex formation in the history of crop circles to date, ushering in 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 classical labyrinth, I connected with the circle-makers, my intent fulfilled.

As the sun rose, the farmer who owned the land made his morning rounds, and greeted me. We chatted for a bit. "Do you see how yellow the crop is over there?" motioning 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 in that very place. I was so angry at the time, and 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 location 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. In May 2010, a grand formation would arrive on the very same spot.

Like pearls strung on golden thread, we followed the network of spiraling, winding pathways of energy binding the sacred megalithic sites of England. Eventually I arrived to Cornwall and the wondrous structures I'd sought, with names like “Merry Maidens” and “Men-an-Tol”--nearly twenty ancient earthen works in all. At each site, information was given, and therein received. Nearing the completion of my journey, I passed the last week in Glastonbury attending the annual Crop Circle Conference.

GLASTONBURY and onward ...

Afterward, I lingered a few days in Chalice Well gardens during the auspicious Gaelic Lughnasadh before setting off for greater mysteries in the North Country. A bus, train, and rental car later, I was greeted by the megalithic stone circles of Castlerigg, Long Meg, and Swinside before arriving to Lewis and the extraordinary stones of Callanish.

Approaching 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, I found a small farm overlooking the sea whose owner showed mercy, and took me in. Behind the house I located a grassy spot where the sheep grazed, but left all the wild flowers intact, and I gravitated to it for moments of quiet reflection.



When it was time to leave, and almost as an afterthought, the farmer's wife smiled and, turning to me, she remarked, "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."

My last full day was spent in London at the British Museum, where relics pulse with energy, come alive, and true mysteries abound. Through a quirk of fate and synchronicity, I was escorted to the private lower catacombs where artifacts are stored, and on occasion, privately displayed. I was allowed time with a group of sacred objects I'd sought. My day at the Museum gave me a much greater appreciation for the magical tradition, and our historical past. I had completed a sojourn into the energy of the megaliths, the wisdom keepers, whose revelations and long-forgotten secrets led to deeper levels of intrigue in faraway, distant lands, continents away. Returning home was not a simple task.

In the days and nights that passed, a world of higher dimensional reality burst into my world. 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 retreat. A divine appointment awaited in the highlands of Peru, where everything would converge.

Today, I'm guided to share the stories that silent lips held secret for so long. Our ability to exchange stories now is of vital importance. Indeed, it is our greatest strength. We have entered the era where there will be no more secrets: the dawning of the Golden Age.

Glastonbury Giants


Crystal City of Light Peru


Star Temples Markawasi


Main Menu

 © Labyrinthina 1998 - 2011