A Return to Avalon

By Kathy Doore
 © Labyrinthina 1998 - 2007

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

Throughout the previous winter, I had led circle gatherings in nature, presented workshops, and studied ancient texts. On one remarkable night, while completely immersed in my work, I had a most incredible dream. I found myself creating temples and labyrinths in the ancient Isle of Avalon.

Coming into lucid consciousness within the dream state ...

"It is night, and I'm 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 gazed up to the sky and saw the heavens in alignment. I then looked down to the earth and realized we were weaving the sky into the tapestry of the land, recreating Heaven on Earth. I climbed to the top of a hill, which dominated the landscape, and beheld a marvelous temple of stone marking the exact point of merging energies."

I awoke!

For the next several days two little names skiped through my mind, Glastonbury and Avebury, Glastonbury and Avebury.

I concede, and made arrangements to fly to England.

Ten years previously, I had visited Great Britain on a five-day whirlwind 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. I decided to dowse the area and locate my best course of travel.

Locating Glastonbury on my map, I was drawn to a tiny speck called Chalice Well, and used this as my spiritual base. I later learned that this Holy Well had a long, spiritual legacy, and held an intrinsic link between the sacred waters of the Red and White Springs, and the Chalice of Jesus. The Tor is believed to be the etheric gateway of Avalon, and, as I would later learn, the Phoenix of the Glastonbury Zodiac.

Upon arrival in England to the snow and cold, I rented a car and drove directly to Avebury, the ancient goddess site of Great Britain. Uncommon beauty envelopes this land, where crop formations breathe life into the corn fields each summer. I walked the land, touching each menhir, sensing their energies streaming through my body.

Spirit speaks in many ways. I listened intently as I was guided from one stone to another, one message to the next, as the stones spoke their ancient tongue.

I arrived at Stonehenge in mid-afternoon and struck up conversation with a gentleman in the gift shop. Unbeknown to me, he was the head of English Heritage, having journeyed from London for the day. This was the very person who would offer to authorize my unscheduled visit into the inner sanctum later that night, a visit I was told, that would otherwise have taken months to secure. I returned near midnight, just as a light fog descended, teasing the senses. Melodious music wafted in the air, although the source was indiscernible. The security guards assured me they would know if anyone were playing music nearby

I walked between worlds, one realm decidedly penetrating the other, at the very fringes of the veil. Two days later, I reached Glastonbury, fully prepared for the work that lay ahead.

I traversed the village of Glastonbury by day, with its charming, funky character and maze of ley lines, energy vortices, and sacred groves. I continued by night, deep into the very heart of the crystal cavern, the ethereal realm of Avalon. Working with the frequencies of the light matrix, 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 in what I was to accomplish. It wasn't until I returned home that I realized something had been left undone. The work had not been completed. Indeed, it had only just begun. I was being called upon for something extraordinary, and a summer sabbatical began to take shape.

Effortlessly, preparations fell into place. I abruptly sold my sailboat, which had languished on the market for two years. With finances in hand, I was free to pursue the journey. However, before continuing on to England, I was invited to visit a woman I knew in Germany. The trip would coincide with the annual Crop Circle Conference in Glastonbury, England.

For years, I had closely associated with the crop circle phenomena, and now, for a peculiar reason, I felt I could affect the formation of a corn circle. Furthermore, I was being called upon to do just that. A few weeks before departure, I began a series of meditations for the purpose of connecting with the circle makers. I set the intention to co-create a crop formation with one stipulation - that I would know, without any doubt, that I had in some manner, in some fashion, affected the process. And I left it at that.

My journey began in Germany where events created opportunities unforeseen. After months of requests, permission was granted on the day I arrived to build a labyrinth at the ancient sacred site of Hildegard von Bingen's childhood monastery. I had the great fortune of creating a classical, Seven-Path Labyrinth at Disibodenberg, the site of Hildegard's miraculous visions.

Upon entering the site, I dowsed the beautiful, wooded hilltop sanctuary, and discovered great leys of energy and water crossing, electric and magnetic vortices, and placed the Labyrinth atop 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. I am told that the labyrinth still exists, and has been walked by thousands of pilgrims.



I then prepared for the journey to England, it would be a long road trip ahead.

After driving all day, I arrived on the coast, and ferried across the English Channel by night, but discovered it was impossible to find accommodations. I decided to continue driving. My destination was the south of Cornwall, for the purpose of retracing the “Michael and Mary” ley lines. I basically followed the map laid out by dowsers Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst in their remarkable book, The Sun and the Serpent. I was determined to learn more about this ancient enigma of sacred structures placed along flows of earth energies, a frequency utilized throughout the ages to increase fertility of plants, animals, and humans, and effective in the attainment of higher states of consciousness.

Whether it was due to divine grace, or sheer luck, not fifty yards across the highway, I noticed something uncanny, something wonderful. There were Circles everywhere—a field full of them. Dozens and dozens, in every direction.

From my perspective at ground level, I had no idea what the design might be. The formation must be viewed from above the field in order to appreciate their pattern. I entered the field and began to walk the formation. I bent down within a small circle, no more than four feet in diameter, marveling 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.

The energy and serenity of dawn, was extraordinary. I began walking the formation, and suddenly, the outline of a spiraling nautilus appeared. “Oh, My Goddess!” I thought…here it was: the picture emerging was none other than my own personal mandala, the Divine Mean, the Phi Ratio, the Sacred Spiral, the Geometry of the Labyrinth, the Julia Set!

At that moment, 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. This was the largest and most complex formation in the history of crop circles! It heralded a new direction in corn circle symbology that subsequent formations would emulate in the weeks and years ahead.

Under the canopy of dawn, I was inspired to walk a massive 50’ spiraling circle in the form of an invisible Classical Labyrinth.

Later, the farmer who owned the land arrived on the scene, and talked with me awhile. "Do you see how yellow the crop is over there?" He motioned to a spot just beyond the formation, distinctly different in color from the rest of the field. "We had a formation turn up there five years ago. I was so angry at the time, and thought it was kids. But, you know, my crop has never come in the same since. It's always bright yellow in that very spot! It is the same exact place as the first formation. And, now this--this spectacular formation! I don't think it’s the kids anymore. Frankly, I don't know what to think. Maybe we're blessed?"

Miracles never cease.

Like pearls strung on a golden thread, we followed the network of spiraling, winding pathways of energy that bound the sacred megalithic sites of England. I eventually arrived to Cornwall, and found all the wondrous structures I had sought, including the “Merry Maidens” stone circle, “Men-an-Tol”, and much more: nearly twenty ancient earthen works in all. At each site, information was given and received, along with blessings and extraordinary synchronicities. Nearing the completion of my journey, I passed the last week in Glastonbury attending the annual Crop Circle Conference.

After the conference, I remained a few days longer to complete my healing work at Chalice Well, before setting off alone for greater mysteries in the North Country. A bus, a train, and a rental car later, I was greeted by the stone circles of Castlerigg, Long Meg, and Swinside in Northern England. I continued up to the Isle of Lewis, and on to the extraordinary site of Callanish, where the energies went into high gear.





Completing my sojourn, I found my way to the tiny isle of Iona, the sacred Isle of the Druids, and holy site of early Christians.

Here, accommodations were scarce. The entire Island had been booked for months. Miraculously, I found a small farmhouse overlooking the sea, whose owners took me in. I located a grassy spot behind the house, where the sheep grazed, but left all the wild flowers intact. It was an ideal place for quiet moments to sit and enjoy the special energy of the island.



When it was time to leave, and almost as an afterthought, the farmer's wife smiled, turned to me, and said, "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 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 knew my journey was complete. My path had come full circle.

I had completed a sojourn into the energy of the megaliths - the wisdom keepers, whose revelations and long-forgotten secrets would lead me to deeper levels of intrigue in faraway, distant lands--continents away. Returning home was not a simple thing.

In the days and nights that passed, a world of multi-dimensional reality kicked 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: there was no turning back. A divine appointment awaited in the Andes, where everything would eventually come together.

Rewind 1990

On a dark Andean night, the keepers of the sacred graced me with hour upon hour of sacred knowledge, maintained in higher dimensional frequencies and, on occasion, made available to true seekers with heartfelt desire to walk the ancient sacred path. It was here, at Machu Picchu, in the sacred sanctuary of the Incas, that I experienced a sudden and profound awakening, unequaled to this day. Two nights later, deep in the Amazon jungle, I was bitten by a mosquito carrying Dengue fever. I subsequently ran a temperature of l04 degrees, and by providence, or pure chance, a compassionate woman, whom I'd just met and who lived not ten minutes from me in Florida, assisted me all the way home.

During the ensuing months, I experienced what is known as a “spontaneous kundalini awakening”-- the opening and aligning of the energy body. For several months, I walked a fine line between madman and visionary. Much was revealed. My ultimate faith in divine order sustained and nurtured me throughout this challenging time. Eventually, I released my old life, to make way for the new.

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

"I saw the heavens in alignment,
then looked down at the earth and realized
we were weaving the sky into the tapestry of the land,
recreating Heaven on Earth."
- Kathy Doore

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