Its funny how you sometimes think about what is actually happening around you, thinking you live a normal existence, when really, there is no such thing as normal.

I sit here and ponder the last seven days.

Seven days ago, I was sitting in a church hall in Crediton in Devon listening to Steve Bassett of the Paradigm Research Group give a lecture about the Disclosure Project and Exopolitics. As I listened intentively, Steve spoke about how the government had known for some sixty odd years about UFO’s but had decided on a “truth embargo” since humanity was being a dickhead and threatening the existence of everything we knew with nuclear warheads.

This was the beginning of a rather strange and magical week, culminating in visit to Glastonbury Tor on Wednesday afternoon, 23^rd September 2009.

I have been unable to travel on a whim for almost a decade now, due to the responsibility of having children, so excursion sans kids, is a very rare occurrence. I had been asking the universe for an opportunity to go on some sort of spiritual quest or pilgrimage, so I was quite ready to plan a journey when childcare became available. I had planned to visit a very dear friend and a brother to me, in High Wycombe, which was the basis for my journey, so plans were made to leave Tiverton in Devon on Sunday 20^th September and returning on the Tuesday morning. I received a newsletter via email from Andrew Collins, about a psychic questing weekend, which I had always wanted to go on. Somehow I found myself booking a last minute ticket and a room in a youth hostel for the weekend I was going away. The weekender started at 10am so I would have to hot foot it there early on Saturday. It was Mabon weekend and there was some pagan celebrations taking place in Avebury – the very place in which Andrew Collins was holding this questing conference.

I immediately saw the link here, and knew that I had to connect with Avebury and its people for some reason. The feelings I had were very strong. My good friend Steve Andrews, aka The Bard of Ely, advised me that Avebury was a very good place to visit, and since I had not been before, despite visiting Stonehenge and Glastonbury several times, I knew that I had to go. As I was planning to go to High Wycombe, I realised I could still meet up with my friend and spend some time with him, but then another thought popped into my head! I could also visit my friend Debbie in Crawley, and pop by Stonehenge and Glastonbury on my way home! So there I had it, an adventure taking in 5 special places and people on this magical mystery tour!

I felt that this journey was going to be a special one, so I carefully planned out a route and printed of my journey maps, packed my cameras and bits and bobs, and set off in Florence, my trusty metal steed of four wheels instead of hooves.

As an intuitive light worker, I had the familiar feeling of going out into the world for a purpose, a drawing feeling of being needed by friends I had not met yet. Packed in my kit and caboodle were my faithful tools and magical items which enable me to do my work. As I pulled away from my house early on Saturday morning, images of stones and circles were creeping into my mind. I had already discovered that I was going to be visiting Stonehenge on the Mabon festival, and had decided to be a part of it, and anyway, I had a message to deliver to Arthur Pendragon in his court. I was a messenger of Bard of Ely, bringing news of his arrival to the UK. This task I took upon myself with joy. I had already played a big part in helping Steve to plan his visit to the UK. I was filled with excitement as I drove the M4/5 route to Avebury, the sense of purpose becoming stronger and stronger. As I travelled, the world took on a different view, and I was able to relax enough and forget my earthly responsibilities temporarily, to allow the world beneath the veil to reveal its mysteries to me. I knew I was looking for signs and synchronicities to guide me on my path, never knowing the actual purpose, but remaining alert and open.

This is the first stage of psychic questing. Using intuitive methods and research to gain information which is otherwise hidden from view. A real magical mystery tour. I had a map, I had means of travel, and I had a sense of direction and purpose, even if that purpose was hidden from view.

Well, I got a little lost once I had come off the motorway, and landed in Avebury just over ten minutes late and joined the other conference members in the small village hall, and settled down to listen to the lectures.

Andrew Collins was speaking about the Meonia Green Stone quest (www.andrewcollins.com) as it was the 30^th anniversary of the discovery of the Green Stone (more information on the website) at Swan’s Neck River Avon in 1979. Now, I had come to know the story of the green stone through Andrew’s book, the Seventh Sword, which had come to me in mysterious circumstances, with a whole load of other subject related books, so I knew quite a lot about it and had carried out some research of my own.

On the green stone quest, Andrew and his team had been guided to Cardiff Castle, to visit the Smoking Room, designed by Architect and Order of the Golden Dawn member, William Burgess. I myself had discovered that Knightshayes Court, a National Trust property which was 2 miles directly north of my house, and visible on a clear day, was designed by Burgess. I also discovered that his patron, Sir John Heathcoat Amory, who had commissioned him to design and build Knightshayes, had kicked Burgess off the job after a row about the design. Amory felt that Burgess was putting too much emphasis on the mystical and magical nature of the design, and as a result, part of Knighthayes Court was never built, namely a wing with a spiral staircase, common to Castle Coch, Cardiff Castle and to the home Burgess built for himself, Tower House in Melbury Road, Kensington, London. This had alerted me to something, some connection of which I could not fathom. I had already encountered some paranormal activity in the grounds of Knightshayes, since it is where I walk my dog frequently, and I had been advised by the devic guardians there that I was to undertake a quest, which was to be for the gleaning of information to give to others and to fathom for myself in some personal way.

The first person I met when we broke for coffee was another intuitive named Jill, another synchronicity, as it is my mothers name, and we spoke of personal questing and I explained that I was on a journey to gather information. She gave me some very good pointers on acting on intuition and feelings, something that I had some small doubts about myself. I had the realisation, that I was not mad, as others had told me, but privileged to have the gift of listening to energies and feelings most people can either not see or be receptive to. This was my first confirmation that I was indeed, on the correct course!

I listened inventively to what Jill had to say, and she invited me to sit right at the front with her, to listen to the lectures. I also met a very intuitive man name Gary with an extraordinary gift for psychometrics, the intuitive method for gleaning information from objects or places, an ability that I also have. Speaking with him gave me more confidence to trust in my own intuition.

As the conference wore on, and various topics discussed in relation to the Meonia story, I became more and more sure of this connection and its importance surrounding William Burgess, though still unsure of what it was.

We broke for lunch, and I made an excuse to leave to check into my hostel a few miles away, as I would not be there in time in the evening to book in. When I came back, and parked up, I was greeted by the site of the Druids gathering in the Red Lion. I was filled with a feeling of complete love, and felt guided to find someone who could advise me on where to go at Stonehenge.

That’s where I met Bill Wilth Thorpe, and lovely man with such a beautiful and happy soul and Merlin of England, whom I felt had a gentle, if a little austere energy. I say austere, but the feeling I had for this man from his energy even before I knew who he was, was utter respect, a father energy so strong, I felt like a small girl in his presence. I introduced myself and informed him that I was the bearer of news from The Bard of Ely, which was gratefully received! I was then invited to take part in the Mabon celebrations that weekend at Avebury! What joy! I was finding that here I was, coincidentally on a conference at the exact time of a druid celebration, a dream I had long held to be a part of! More synchronicity and opportunity! I wondered to where else and to who else this magical mystery tour was going to take me. I was on overload! I had the conference, where I was piecing together information and developing intuitive skills by the bucket load, and an opportunity to connect with the stones of Avebury and its peoples. I knew that I was on the right path. Lunch over, and I had to drag myself away from my new friends and back to “school” at the conference.

The afternoon was spent using meditation to glean any information about the things we had discussed, and to find a hidden artefact which Andy had hidden somewhere among the stones of Avebury.

Here we go, I thought, time to put my skills to the test. It was a personal quest to prove to myself beyond doubt that I was being guided intuitively to some degree, and proof to myself that I wasn’t a crazy person!

I had some interesting experiences during the meditations, one of which was very, very vivid and profound.

Andy had been speaking about his recent discovery of an undiscovered tomb on the Giza Plateau and the underground cave system that it was a part of. The Egyptian authorities had dismissed this cave system as something which was a natural formation and had no connection with man made tombs. Clearly, from the evidence in photographs and testimonies of Andy and his wife Sue, this was to be untrue, so much so that the Edgar Cayce Foundation has agreed to fund a research project. You can hear a radio interview by Royce Holleman with Andrew Collins here : http://www.blogtalkradio.com/paranormalpalace/2009/09/28/lost-underworld-of-the-pharoahs-found-rescedule

Andy led a meditation whereby we put ourselves onto the Giza plateau. I was presented with a vision of the pyramids under a night sky, and I felt the warm Egyptian winds brushing against my skin. I was immediately aware of a female entity next to me, who introduced herself and Riba Hatoumi and of a dark clothed male figure who kept his distance, but I felt he was there to protect us both and guide us. Riba took me to the entrance of the tomb and we began to travel down the tunnel into the caves. I found myself at the end of the tunnel where Andy and his wife could go no further. In my vision, Riba took me off to the right, traversing this tunnel, which was illuminated with fire torches. I felt apprehension and some feelings of fear, like some terrible tragedy had taken place. As we moved further down this tunnel, I was bought into a cavern, where I was greeted by the sight of people who had been injured by some sort of energy blast. There were women and children with burns, some were charred and obviously dead, some were dying and some had survived. I was immediately filled with tears and a strong sense to protect the children. I asked what this vision was and was told that it was the result of a great battle of the gods on earth. By ‘gods’ I took that to read other life forms with technology unknown to us. The burning and charring of bodies had been caused by some energy blast not unlike a nuclear or plasma weapon, and the reason these people were sheltering underground was because the surface of the plateau was so inhospitable and dangerous that nothing was safe there. Even though I knew that I was observing a place in time, I was picking up on all of the emotions of the people there. It was quite disturbing. The male figure behind us emitted a judicial energy, almost as if I was being asked to be a part of the jury, to weigh up evidence. I was being given feathers, a symbol of the Egyptian goddess Maat. It was at this point that I asked to leave since I was becoming drained by this experience and quite emotional. As we tried to leave, a tall figure of Anubis barred the way we had come, so we ascended directly through the rock to the surface, where I saw the sky ablaze and the ground on fire. I asked to be taken out of the situation and became aware of a void with a very bright pin point of light. From this light came a being of light who identified themselves as Ikacron. He explained that I had witnessed an event many, many tens of thousand of years previously on the Giza plain BEFORE the pyramids were built. It was a great war between beings who were not of earth, which I did not have any knowledge of. He, I say He, because it was a very authoritive and male energy, also explained that the reason I had been shown this vision was because of my caring and healing nature, and to absorb some of the negativity held in that situation. It was my purpose to have an emotional release physically to what I had witnessed to allow the great healing in that nexus point to commence. I had come to realise I had connected with a genius loci. I have had a similar experience before, in healing the land where there has been great unrest, so I was not surprised to find I had been given the job, so to speak. The void I was in turned into bedrock and again I tried to surface but felt something large and unmovable above me, like a great weight on the land. I realised that I was trying to surface under one of the pyramids, so I asked that the pyramid be removed, or I be moved to a time when it wasn’t there. As the vision became clearer, I saw that the land was green, with trees and rivers, and it was a time before the event I had witnessed. At this point Andy was directing us to come out of the meditation, and as I came back into my body, I started to feel extremely emotional and shaky by what I had witnessed and was trying to process. It was a very powerful vision, which I found most unsettling. We broke off for the day, and I found that I had to go outside and release this energy which was building inside me. It was the pain of a thousand souls and a river of children’s tears. I was so affected, that I just went outside into the street, found the nearest standing stone and ran to it for comfort, where I sobbed incessantly until the feeling had passed. The great Stone took me mentally into its energy and comforted me, helping me to unburden that negative energy back into the land mass below my feet. I knew that my tears were not my own, since I knew that I had no reason to have any personal issue. It was then I realised that I had been a soul carrier for all of those people below ground so long ago in a time that Egypt had forgotten. My connection with the Green stone, my connection with Knightshayes and William Burgess had connected me with the land of Egypt and its history, and I had been able to dissipate a large negative energy pocket which had lain for so long undiscovered.

I cleaned my face up, and headed to the pub, where I felt the need for half a shandy to steady myself! As I walked toward the pub, a feather lay in my path, and I knew this to be a sign that I had been in contact with my own guides and that the work I had done was of a spiritual nature. I have collected many synchronistic feathers like this at various times in my life, and have come to know that this is an angelic “calling card”. I found myself thinking that, if I spoke about it, people would just see me as even more crazy, but when I found myself among people I met, most were concerned that I had been through something like that and intrigued. Within ten minutes, I had returned to my “normal self” and all sense of fear and terror which I had absorbed by those people underground had disappeared. I became sociable and hungry and enjoyed the meal I had pre booked and talked of the days events with other conference members.

Andy was leading another meditation in the stones so we could connect with the land later in the evening, so that we could glean some information as to the whereabouts of this hidden artefact. I joined everyone else and set out into the south west quadrant to join in the meditation. I was tired and more than a bit dizzed out by the experiences and huge amount of information I had been subjected to and didn’t really hold out a lot of hope that I was going to “feel” anything. It was cold so I wore my Bolivian Shaman coat adorned with images of the crow. As Andy led the meditation, in the dark around the centre stone in the sun circle, he asked us to attune to the crow and jackdaws to be in touch with land so as to determine where and what this artefact might be. I was immediately taken up into the night sky, leaving the others in my group and circling the heavens with my bird spirit friends. I have an very strong affinity with the crow family and with the buzzard, hawk, owl and swan and as I floated heaven ward, I had the sense that I needed to spend some time alone. I was being told that there were too many influences within the group to find any information to be useful, and that afterwards I should stay behind on my own for further meditation.

I had no real idea if I was really feeling this or whether I was just subject to a vivid imagination, so when the meditation was over, and people were heading of in separate ways, I decided to stay behind. I was immediately drawn to a big stone in the southwest quadrant, one which was situated beneath the constellation Cygnus, the Great Divine Swan.

I spread my blanket on the ground so I could sit against the stone and not be stung by nettles and looked up at the night sky, which was ablaze with a billion stars. Even though I thought that I was lucky to live in a fairly light unpolluted area in Mid Devon, I was astonished by just how much of the night sky I could see, including the Milky Way or Great River, with the Great Swan swimming in it. I began to relax, away from other people’s energies, and I started to wind down and attune with the very low resonance and quietness of the land and Stones of Avebury. After a few minutes, my guides came to me and asked me to use my pendulum. They wished to tell me where and what this artefact was. As relaxed as I was, I was still very drained both mentally and physically from the early start, the long drive and the whole day’s events, as it was now approaching 10.30pm. I withdrew my quartz crystal pendulum and set up a protective shield of white light around me. I could feel the energy of the stones and all that had gone before, like a low hum resonating throughout my body. I had images of the stones and the land in different seasons, with different generations of livestock walking amongst them. A small child energy approached me and sat close by. I could make out the weave on the fabric cloak that the child wore, a girl of around ten years old, with deep loving eyes. She informed me that she had been asked by the guardians to speak on their behalf. She then told me that in the meditation I had earlier, that I was charged with the task of helping those who had passed along to return home, giving me the impression that the people in the subterranean chamber I had witnessed earlier on in the day had some connection to the landmass and the stones I now found myself in and that I was being thanked for undertaking such a heavy burden. I was overcome by a feeling of being enveloped in love and kindness, like coming home to a family I had not seen for an age. I relaxed my mind and allowed it to wander, and by the light of my mobile phone, I could see my pendulum suspended on its chain that I held gently between my thumb and index finger. I asked about the artefact that had been hidden. “Is the artefact made of metal?” I asked. The pendulum swung in a circular motion, indicating a positive answer. I felt compelled to ask if the artefact was a piece of jewellery as I had images of a pendant with a raised or embossed emblem on it. I asked further; “IS the artefact the natural colour of the metal?” The pendulum swung in circular motion again. Another positive. “Is it some sort of pendant?” Again, the pendulum swung in a positive manner. I was becoming quite excited by now, as I have been using a pendulum for over twenty years now, and I knew by the way the small quartz ball I was holding was tingling between my fingers, that I was getting some truth here. So from my pendulum, I had deduced that the artefact was made of metal, naturally coloured and was some sort of pendant with an raised relief on it. I felt that the artefact was no more than a few inches in size and so I asked of its location. “Is it in this quadrant of the henge? (the southwest quadrant)”. The pendulum swung positively. I knew that the artefact had been hidden amongst the stones in which I was sitting. I asked if it was against the stone I was leaning against. A negative return. I asked if it to was to my left or to my right, and it was indicated that it was to my left. The energy of the young girl made motion to me that she was to leave, as I had been given all of the information that I needed and she left. I knew not to ask any more as anything else would come to me intuitively. I put away my pendulum and sat in the darkness, merging with the landscape. The owl in the tree started to talk and I felt at ease and at peace with the land, comforted by the nocturnal songs of the bird spirits which encompassed the area. I looked up again into the night sky at the Great Divine Swan and connected with my own home, remembering how it flies directly above my house at this time of year. As I relaxed further, emptying my mind of any chatter I became aware of the female energy of Riba Hartoumi and the male figure who accompanied her. I felt apprehensive, since I did not want to see the vision I had again of the charred bodies, nor to feel the pain and anguish of the peoples it had affected. I was told not to worry, that on this occasion, we would turn left at the end of the tunnel instead of to the right. The stone on which I was sitting against spoke to me, offering to hold me in its energy to keep me safe and so I agreed to mentally accompany Riba back along the tunnel in the Tomb of Birds, which Andrew Collins had discovered in Egypt. This time, the dark male figure led the way, with Riba behind me. As I travelled along the long tunnel and passed into the passage which ran like a T junction to the end of it , we went left instead of right, toward the Giza plateau. After travelling what felt like three to four hundred yards, twisting this way and that through what can only be described as a crude rock cut passage, I entered into a cavern, with some flat walls and some crude paintings which looked like some sort of glyphs. In the centre of this cavern was a small pyramid which looked like it was made of a dark blue stone with some yellow metallic flecks in it. I recognised the stone as Lapis Lazuli. The small pyramid stood about 1.5 metres high with a long side of about the same measurements. It was flanked on each corner by a column of blue/white light, like a laser beam that went up through the ceiling and down through the floor. Around each of these columns was a spiral of soft blue light, snaking its way up around the columns like a double helix. I could make out that there were symbols and glyphs on the wall, but none stuck in my mind more than one in particular. A circle with three lines protruding from its top hemi-circle, each of these lines terminating with a smaller circle. There was also a line at forty five degrees which passed through the circle. As soon as I made a mental note of this, I was led back up the way that I had come. As I was leaving the entrance to the cave, I was greeted by the energy of the guardian of the stone against which I was sitting, and as I opened my eyes, the Great Swan looked down upon me from her travels in the Great River.

Having found the information I needed, I picked up my blanket, and headed back to the pub, to say goodbye to the others and head back to the youth hostel for some well needed sleep.

The following day, I awoke early in the hostel, after a peaceful night’s sleep. I was surprised at how dreamless it was, considering what I had experienced the day before, but I guess that I was so physically tired, my mind had shut down for the night too. I woke refreshed and went outside to greet the morning. As I walked to find the nearest tree, on the ground before me lay another feather, and the remains of a birds egg, obviously from a newly hatched chick. Ordinarily this would not have surprised me, but this was September! Not a time for new baby birds to hatch! Synchronistically I had thoughts of rebirth, hatching from an egg, awakening from a deep sleep, and also all of the information about the symbolism of the egg pertaining to the questing that Andy and Sue had discovered in connection with the Green Stone story and the newly discovered Tomb of birds. Another sign. I picked up the egg shell and feather and put it in my pocket and went about my ablutions to get ready to leave.

It was a bright morning, and I wanted to get into Avebury early to have an hour to go about the stones with my camera, with a view to taking some atmospheric images for a calendar design I had been thinking about, along with images of Stonehenge and Glastonbury. The light was quite beautiful, but very strong for 9am when I parked my car in the National Trust car park. I had my tape player going, playing a song called Divinity when Jill, the lady I had met before happened by, and informed me that we were commencing at 10am and not 10.30am as was indicated on the written programme sheet I had been given at the start of the event.

I thanked Jill, who was going off in search of caffeine, and took the dslr over to the stones I was in the previous evening.

I was instantly drawn to the big stone I had sat beside the previous evening. It was so huge and imposing standing there rooted in the Wiltshire countryside, having stood in the same spot for an absolute age. I felt comforted by it and completely at ease. The stones were surrounded by sheep and numerous crows and jackdaws and the bright morning sun, which had not risen too high in the sky imparted a soft, almost hazy golden glow over the whole area. I spent an hour or so, wandering around photographing the stones. I was made aware of one stone in particular, actually two, which had jackdaws sat atop them, so I made a mental note of their positions, which were incidentally, to my left of where I had been sitting the previous evening. I felt more and more that this artefact was a piece of jewellery or a pendant of some kind, but that was all I was getting. Time was against me, so as I said goodbye to the stones and the sheep, I headed off back to the car and the village hall where the conference was continuing.

The conference started off again, with more emphasis on psychic and intuitive methods and techniques, and a practical part of the course. I was sat next to Gary and Roger with whom I had dined the previous evening. Gary had a special talent for psychometry, and eagerly told me of his experiences with male spirit he had encountered in the church yard. Suddenly I became aware of a small girl energy of about seven years of age, who was lost, and I mentally invited her to sit quietly on my lap for comfort. To my astonishment, Gary felt her energy too, and as we discussed later in the coffee break, our intuitiveness was becoming more pronounced as we were all working together. This gave me the proof I needed for my own theory that when intuitive people come together to work collectively, its like having a whole load of car batteries linked up and you can utilise the group energy to amplify your own visions and experiences. Some might call it group hysteria, but when you start to see and feel the same things as everyone else, without suggesting it to each other you have to start to see things differently and be open to all possibilities. Gary had encountered the spirit of a Victorian man in the road outside, opposite the church earlier on, and I had heard and seen in my mind the sound of horses hooves on cobbles and seen a man in a top hat standing by the church gateway to the churchyard. Jill had encountered them too, and now this small child sat upon my lap and her presence was felt by all of us. She stayed for a little while and then got up and walked out of the building. I felt that she just needed a hug and someone to sit with her, like a small lost child would.

As we broke for yet more coffee, the mental and physical signs of energy work were showing, with more and more people succumbing to the relaxed mood that mediation puts you in. Fresh air and caffeine were a great lift! Gary spoke to me about how he didn’t like to hold people’s jewellery or keys because he didn’t like the images he picked up off them. He relayed to me a story of how he was handed a bunch of keys which belonged to a woman who was stood with her husband. They asked him to see what he could pick up from them. Gary said that he could feel a lot of arguing and felt that he was being intrusive. He said one word to them, “Yellow”. To their astonishment, the man and woman admitted that they had been arguing over which colour to paint their kitchen, and she wanted yellow! I explained to Gary about how I use psychometrics with my crystals and stones, and as I was telling Gary about the different types I wear and ones I used in my healing Two Step Journey Path readings, he asked to hold the rose quartz ball which was in the metal spiral holder around my neck. I have been wearing this sphere for about three months, so it has totally absorbed who I am. I was a little concerned that Gary would pick up something he didn’t like, but Rose Quartz is such a loving stone, I felt the energy would only enhance his own. I handed Gary the sphere and he closed his hand around it and shut his eyes. A big smile broadened across his face as he spoke . “I can feel this spreading all through me. Its lovely. A warm fuzzy energy. Its you it is. Its your energy print of your soul. What a beautiful feeling.”

I smiled back, as this stone I had programmed to hold my love, to keep it safe, my love for everything that it may not be tainted, and may be used for me to call upon for a boost when I needed it.

”I can tell you are a very knowing person with a special path to follow” he said “I can sense that you have a clean energy about you seeking truth”.

I smiled a knowing smile, as I didn’t feel words were needed here. Two souls, two people communicating on a level using telepathy and universal love. It truly was a magical event. One of many I had experience or was yet to experience. As we walked back to the village hall from the church yard gate, where we had been sitting, another white dove feather lay in my path. Yet more angelic calling cards. And I smiled again to myself, as the pieces of this personal puzzle began to fall into place.

After we had talked some more about methods of relaxation and meditation, about recording events and researching intuitive finding, lunch time was upon us.

I had decided to spend some time among the stones, before the afternoon’s practical event: Intuitive “Treasure” Hunting. I don’t know if you have visited Avebury, and I am sure many of you have, but I wanted to go into the gift shop just a few yard away from the National trust car park. I was looking for some incense to buy, as I wanted to go and bless my magical took kit out among the stones in the sunshine, this being the Sunday before Mabon. The shop was expensive and filled with all of the usual suspects, that a new age shop would sell, along with some stuff and books about crop circles. I was drawn to the part where the crystals were and as I meandered through the shop, looking at so many interesting things, I started to hear a very strong resonance. It was so concentrated inside my head, I thought I was the only one hearing it, since its audibility and energy was right inside my brain, and I had no sensation of sound permeating my ears. I was soon to see someone demonstrating a huge frosted crystal singing bowl and I realised as the sea of people parted, that I was only about a metre away from its proximity.

Its effects were like a wave crashing over me. I was given a vision of my whole being, my body shattering and a new light being hatching out, the old body falling away, just like the egg shell I had found earlier that morning. I was surprised to see how long the bowl went on singing for, at least a few minutes after the striking rod had been taken away. The concentration of sound in the back of my head, in my limbic system was so immense, I saw a flash of white light. I was greeted with a sense of calm and happiness throughout my body, as if the sound had caused a blast which flushed out any blockages and negative energies. It felt wonderful! I paid for my book on crop circles, some incense and a few other bits and left with a sandwich to go into the stone circle in the south west quadrant.

Away in the field, right by the stone I had been sitting under the night before, the druids had gathered to celebrate Mabon. I was so happy that I had not missed the Gorsedd! The rite had already started, so I quietly approached the circle and lay out my blanket . It was lovely to see people keeping the beliefs of people thousands of years old alive and I felt I was home. I had an uncanny feeling that I had done this before, yet I had only attended the summer solstice festival at Stonehenge, which has been overrun by free party goers these last few years, and its just a huge all night free party. Something of the spiritual side has been lost since English Heritage got involved. This was exactly what I had been looking to observe. I recognised some of the faces I had met the previous day, but not wanting to intrude. I just sat and quietly observed, making my own offerings on this equinox, my own personal prayers. I laid out my magical kit and said a quiet affirmation to allow the energies of my kit to merge with that of the land. It was a very happy half an hour and over too quickly.

Lunch was over, so I packed away my kit and camera, having taken some documentary shots of the celebration for a project I was working on and I headed back to the car park of the pub to meet with the other members. I found Gary and Roger, and Andy was organising the artefact retrieval.

“Here we go.” I thought “Time to see if I’m nuts or on the money!”

As we all stood in the Red Lion car park, Andy asked us to face where we thought the artefact lay. I faced toward the big stone in the southwest quadrant.

Strike one!

Andy said it was in the southwest quadrant. Ok, so a one in four chance I could have been right. A fluke guess. I didn’t congratulate myself too much. We were asked to raise our hands as to what it was made of. I raised my hand in reply to metal.

Strike two!

Ok, so this was getting a bit weird. We all walked over to the southwest quadrant, back to where I had just left! Back to where I had been so drawn to stay!

Now, Andy had us all in the corner of the field, and asked us to face in the direction we thought this artefact was in. I had been chatting to Gary on the trot over to the stones, so we were connecting on a level, and still chit chatting as Andy was speaking. I was drawn to face a lone stone with a tree, but I was more drawn to the tree for some reason. Anyway, talking to the tree had me facing in the wrong direction. OK, so maybe I hadn’t got it after all. I still felt that the artefact was a metal pendant of some kind with some raised relief of an animal, a fast one because I could feel motion of wind through my hair with it, and it was in this area, so OK, maybe I was a bit tired. Part of me was pleased and part was disappointed. Anyway, as Gary and I were chatting about the whereabouts of this item, I explained I was so drawn to this area with the tree. Gary then informed me, that that is the exact same spot, he’s met the native American spirit the year before! My heart skipped a beat! I work with a lot of the energies, chants and drum beats of the native American and the indigenous peoples of the whole American land mass, both north and south, as they are all from the same root race. The energies I work with in healing come from a time when all the people were of the same tribe. Hence the calling of energy from that tree! I was being called to that direction, because someone there wanted to help me. As we started to walk in the direction of a bunch of several stones, which is where the artefact was, or so we had been told, I casually motioned to Gary, “I bet its that one with the cut out section on the side” my thoughts tumbling out of my mouth without time for my brain to process them. Gary laughed and we had a small wager.

I was astonished as was Gary when Andy then pointed out the artefact was hidden at that actual stone! “It was the one you said!” he exclaimed with a big grin. It’s that bloody Indian telling you! “ he chuckled as we strode towards it. When we got to the stone and gathered round Andy revealed what it was.

Even more intriguing was the fact that neither Gary nor I could attune to the artefact even though we were directly by its hiding place. It was then revealed to us, that another member had intuitively found the artefact some half an hour previously, exactly the same time that I was in the field with the Druids, and put it in his pocket.

So what was the artefact?

It was a horse brass with a raised stylised horse on it. It was a piece of horse jewellery! A pendant. I had got it right! I had intuited correctly and here was my lesson.

I allowed my logical mind to take part, when I should have left it sleeping.

I had made the mistake of ignoring the word Yellow, from Gary, and I had ignored, the long almost serpentine image I had of an animal form, which was the stylised image of the horse on the horse brass, and I had in fact ignored that Gary had indicated that he had a strong dislike for horse brasses! I had also ignored the soft yellow light I felt around me when I was using my pendulum. All of the information was there, I just allowed logic and not intuition to play more of a part in this exercise.

It was an important lesson, and one I had learned well.

The symbolism of the singing bowl was there too, a message to allow the sound of intuition to fully inhabit your mind, allowing the light and truth to be revealed, just like when I turned around in the shop to see a sea of people part and the singing bowl become completely visible, standing there in its own truth.

I smiled a broad grin, the Universe teaching me, a small child, to read and to listen! I could hear all of the Grandmothers and the Grandfathers of the solemn stones mutter about kids not listening, but with a wry giggle in their austerity, which was muted with reverence and love. The weekend was finished up with a walk to Weedon Hill, to meditate at the vision that is Silbury hill. Its energy emanating and permeating into the landmass for miles around.

It was only then, after I had walked upon the Avenue, that I realised the enormity of the land mass that is Avebury. I felt I was personally greeted by every stone along that walk with love and understanding: a child come home.

Silbury Hill stood in all her magnificence, an enigma for almost every person there. I saw upon the top of the hill, a rod of gold with the energy of the heavens connecting with the energy of the land and I knew I had completed the first stage in my journey. After the meditation, I watched the sun sinking slowly back into the earth as I walked back along the Avenue to find my way to my next destination, High Wycombe, where I was to visit my best brother, Sam.

Heading to the car park as I came back from my walk up Weedon Hill, I bumped into Bill Wilth Thorpe, who I’d met with Matthew and Merlin, and with him were a couple who I had seen in the Mabon circle. “Hello Bill!” I called out. I was greeted by Bill with a wonderful smile and a happy disposition and a big hug! We chatted for a bit and I asked about where to go and park up for Mabon at the ‘Henge. The man who I came to know as Ray ( I think! I tend to call everyone “mate” in my Essex accent so names don’t really stick too well) said that I should come and find him and his missis on the drovers road, which made me feel safe and secure, as I was going to be turning up in the dark, a woman on her own, so security was playing on my mind. Here, I felt amongst friends, and there would be someone who could look out for me a bit, like you do when a young person comes to visit. I felt Bill and Ray to have some strong “Uncle” energies around them which made me feel quite safe and loved. Ray’s missis, who was equally lovely, like a favourite Auntie, had a nine week old Shi’tzu puppy called Tallulah who was so adorable, and so fluffy!. It was apparent that the dog was quite desirable, since their van had been broken into, but nothing taken. I felt they were after the dog, a sentiment shared by Tallulah’s people. It was lovely to connect with such lovely friendly people, as I explained about my quest, and my project to bring understanding and interest to the young people I work with regarding pagan belief systems and the stone monuments that dot this land. I bid my farewells as time was getting on, and agreed to meet up with them on Wednesday morning since Ray would be beating a bodhran in Arthur’s WarBand as we walked into the circle at Stonehenge. Okey Dokey I thought. Easy peasy, just tag on the end of the bunch of dudes with drums and I’ll find ya! Ray said he’d look out for me and we all parted company.

So I set of to find the A4 road to Hungerford to pick up the M4, and the A404 to High Wycombe.

Suitably buzzed up, and in anticipation of seeing my bestest male friend I set off in search of the nearest fuel station for some chocolate and some petrol.

Two hours and a bit later that Sunday evening and I land in High Wycombe at a pub called the Golden Fleece, where my buddy Sam lodges and cooks on a Sunday in the carvery.

I’d be lying if I said my stay in the pub was pleasant, because it wasn’t. It was nothing to do with Sam. It was the building. I get this a lot, which is why I don’t like staying on hotels and places I don’t know. I pick up a lot of atmosphere which can send me a bit screwy, so I took the liberty of gridding Sam’s room with crystals and putting a “psychic sink hole” in the room, so that he could visualise all of the negative energies being sucked down a one way energy vortex to earth out, thus clearing the beautiful white room, and I did him a reading, which as most of time I do readings, came out very, very accurate. I took some lovely photos there, because the room had a wonderful ethereal quality to it and was a photographers dream. Sam took some of me and we took silly face photos like a couple of nine year olds because that’s how we roll!

The building had absorbed the negative energies of the clientele, so that takes place over time. I knew this had been a negative area for a long time. I felt a lot of hostility and hatred. I then discover the place is was full of closed minded racists bigots with such a dark negative energy I felt suffocated. Luckily it was only a place to lay our heads, as I spent all my time with Sam, in the café where he works. The café owner was a lovely woman, for whom I was in the right place at the right time for, since she was in the process of moving. I offered to help shift a car load of stuff from one place to another with Sam and her son Marco helping. Marco, owns a shop, called The Magical Mystery Shop, which tickled me, as I was on a Magical Mystery Tour!

As I was packing up some ornaments for Marco’s mum Maria, I was drawn to the fairy and unicorn ornament. It had such a beautiful energy and I was able to connect with the new house it was going to. I could see so many happy faces, children running in the garden and having water fights with balloons and water pistols.

I had done a healing reading for Maria earlier on in the day, and as we walked into the new house I was washed over with love and happiness. The cleansing from the crystal singing bowl had opened me up to be far more sensitive and I could direct this energy to work positively. It gave me great pleasure to see Maria smile and see the weight lift from her shoulders as I told her what I could see, and I gave her the biggest hug I could, melting away any negative emotions which were weighing this poor woman down, who had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

I could now see the reason I was so charged up at Avebury, because as light and energetic as Avebury was, High Wycombe was a spiritual sewer. The energy was dark, dense, solidified, entrapped and enslaved. I needed to have so much light energy to do the work I did. I also set off a “light explosion” in the minds of some very closed minded individuals who had no respect for themselves let alone any respect for a woman, even if she was a total stranger! My Essex genes kicked in, as did my Essex gob, and by the time the evening was over, I had implanted the idea of true respect into these people. I earned my stripes that evening because I remained true to who I was, and refused to be intimidated. That’s where I met Dave.

Dave was the first being I encountered in High Wycombe after I greeted Sam. Dave was a Staffordshire Bull terrier type male entire dog. I have long been able to telepathically attune to animals and communicate with them. I had a horse in our family for twenty four years and had a close relationship with my dog Star for all her life till she sadly passed away, as did the horse, within a year of each other in fact. I work with their spirits, as I do with other dogs, cats and various animal spirits I have had close relationships with. I also have two familiars. On is my cat Twizzle and the other is the reincarnation of my dog and life companion Star, who we call Angel.

Dave, being a male dog with all his bits, was immediately attracted to my scent. He could smell my dog, an entire female, so instantly I smelled very good to him. He was a friendly creature, but did not like the places his owner took him. I was shown images of groups of people with some other dogs, where some confrontations had taken place. I was also shown that this dog Dave, was more of a family dog, that didn’t like to fight, but did to defend himself. We had a lot in common, and we had a few snuggles and slobbers the way I do when I meet a domestic pet dog, even if they are a bit on the snappy side. Most dogs usually want to greet me by licking faces and sniffing ears. I am not fearful of dogs in the slightest, even the very barky noisy ones, which most people don’t want to know.

Dave was with a guy who Sam knew, a mutual friend of the lad who rented the room opposite. It turned out to be quite beneficial, meeting Dave previously, as I felt quite threatened later on in the evening, when in some company which had a rather narrow world view. Dave sidled up to me and said, “I will protect you from any person who tries to hurt you, and my bite is quite painful. This lot know when to back off”. This was proven further to me, when in a heated debate with a guy who really shouldn’t kiss his mother with the mouth with which he was speaking to me, got a bit up tight and motioned toward me. I don’t think he was going for me, but his energy was negative and angry, I was on the defensive and feeling more than a bit threatened and was standing my ground, and the dog stood between us. Dave looked the man square on and emitted a low growl. For a split second, the dog was saying “Back off from the female. She is my alpha female”. The man backed right down, a joke was made about dogs being more loyal than men, and the atmosphere dissolved into laughter. I made a fuss of the dog, and used his love for my protection. The evening took a turn for the better as I won people round to my positive way of thinking. The dog didn’t leave my feet all evening until I left and went to sleep.

My animal spirits in this urban jungle came to my aid. The energy of Wycombe town was so dense and putrid, that at times I felt like I was swimming in a mangrove swamp. To swim in depths you need to be in touch with your inner mermaid, part humanoid /part marine animal, in tune with all that is viscous, heavy and dense.

I spent a day or so there, met a lot of people, watched the world go by, had my car hijacked by a giant teddy bear and drank a lot of coffee!

I set off for Crawley on Tuesday morning after a nights kip, and before I left, I felt compelled to give Maria a rose quartz heart which I had with me which I had charged up at Avebury. So I left my love in Wycombe to do some good and set off to find my psychic tarot reader friend Debbie in West Sussex, on the chalk Downs.

I don’t know if you have ever been to Crawley, but it has the energy of a spiders web. Once you get caught in it, there is no way out! I arrived in Crawley in plenty of time, rang Debbie to put the kettle on, then proceeded to get lost for 3 hours! When I finally arrived at her house I’d dinked the rear passenger door of my trusty old Florence at the BP Garage and really had enough of urbanisation! The energy was so draining!

The thing is with living in a small urban oasis in the heart of Devon countryside, is that no matter how negative the town energy is, I can always go and charge up someplace local, in a wood or by a river.

Meeting Debbie was a boost. She had sent her son to find me, since I had found the football ground, a landmark figure and couldn’t risk getting lost for another 3 hours around Crawley. So after several cups of tea and much chin wagging, we two who had never before met, but had been speaking on the phone and emailing for a couple of years, finally came up for air.

Debbie is a psychic who has been working with cards professionally for over twenty years. She also gives private readings and does past life regressions. She has been a mentor for me in many ways, as I have been coming into my own with my gift. I see Debbie as a spiritual mother figure like I see my good friend Steve Andrews, the Bard of Ely as a spiritual father figure, a great Wizard of words and music.

As I walked into her house after she had greeted me with a massive hug of such love, this little woman with a huge personality tooks me into her house. I was instantly greeted by her hermaphrodite dog, Lady-Boy (I kid you not!) who is so very, very confused. She is a female spirit with another male spirit attached to her which she refuses to let go. She later came to cuddle up with me and told me that she gets PMT and aggressive tendencies and she doesn’t understand why. Then two cats enter the room and begin to converse with me. One black cat Salem, has the character of Rex the Sheep Dog in the film “Babe” with a stern voice like Hugo Weaving, and the other cat, is a bit slower and more of a Disney “Goofy” character, but full of love. No sooner had we sat down, than Debbie produces two books she’d like me to have. Both are about animal communication, one of which had pages marked with purple ribbon. Whenever I see purple, I know its for me. I looked up as Debbie handed me the books to catch sight of three of the many symbols which have deep spiritual meaning for me. The first is fairies of any kind, but particularly purple fairies, and also angels. The second is the swan, as it is a connection to the questing work and research that I have been investigating for the best part of two decades, and the third is the sphere, which is a symbol for continual learning and metaphysics, we already have had the symbol of the horse, the link from the horse brass in Avebury to the fairy and horse ornament in High Wycombe, and again, here was a picture of a horse on the cover of the book Debbie had just handed to me. On Debbie’s shelf is a Purple Fairy standing with a little girl. The wings and dress are purple but the fairy is made of a dark metal like pewter with some matt paint sprayed on with an air brush. Next to the fairy is a silver statue of Elvis. I had my big purple wings in Sam’s room in High Wycombe wedged down the back of a cabinet which had a statue of Elvis, a ceramic one at that! How did I miss that one? As I viewed my pictures on my camera I saw the same images. I even showed Debbie! Even more “coincidental” were the statues of the swan and the spheres with angels in them. These are very personal totems of which only I am aware of their particular significance to me. I knew that these synchronicities were heralding me to listen very closely to what was going on and to pay acute attention. Having learned a valuable lesson in Avebury, and feeling very safe with Debbie I allowed my intuition to flow. As Debbie and I chatted, she became aware of a male presence I have around me. I only know how he feels to me, but I know no more. I don’t know who he is or what he looks like. Debbie informed me that he was a monk. And as I allowed myself to attune to him, I found for the first time, I could hear Brother Godfrey, a Franciscan Fryer, who in his day, was a keeper of horses and animals, and ran an apothecary. He was a bit of a theologian and philosopher, but as he was only a fryer, his views on academia were not well received, however he was schooled in some of the forbidden arts, as he calls it, I guess it could be said he was around at the time of the Spanish inquisition, so he kept his views to himself. He is behind me and guiding me to find the answers to whatever it is I need to find. As I was attuning, I was telling Debbie what I could see and she was laughing because it was exactly what she was going to tell me about him! Debbie is a host on an internet radio site, and earlier in the week, I had hooked up with Steve Bassett a well known exopolitical activist and part of the Paradigm Research Group. I asked if he’d like to go on Debbie’s show to talk about the Disclosure Project, as she has interviewed Stewart Swerdlow, and Nick Pope. Good company I thought. Debbie emailed Steve and organised a show on Blog Talk Radio (http://www.blogtalkradio.com/destinydebbie/2009/09/22/stephen-bassett-leading-adovate-for-ufo-disclosure) I had realised that she would be doing the show when I was there, but I had planned to leave at 10pm to drive to Stonehenge and get some sleep before sunrise.

Due to the complete spider web situation earlier on that day, I was 3 hours behind schedule. Debbie wanted me to do a videotaped past life regression and I still wasn’t sure, because I was still quite tired from the last few days travelling. I need some rest. So Debbie suggested I had an hour’s kip now, a meditation and a regression, do the radio show at 10pm and leave at 12.30, which would give me 3 hours sleep at Stonehenge before the ceremony of Mabon.

The signs were telling me something big.

I showed Debbie a piece of paper I had picked up at the questing conference. It has a photo of a stone carving on a burial monument of Humphrey Packington, and we were told to take this away and find out if it means anything. Well Debbie and I sat down to look at it, and as Debbie read the old English, it became clearer that this was a Masonic cipher. Quite how it relates to the meonia swords/green stone/red stone/tomb of birds/Cygnus stuff, I’m not quite sure, but I do know that Led Zep drummer Jon Bonham is buried in the same boneyard as Humpf Packington, and Jimmy page, guitarist of Led Zep owns the Tower House in Knightsbridge in Kensington, which was designed by one Bill Burgess, with a suspected copy of the banned spiral staircase at Knightshayes, well something is making me take notice, a random bunch of stuff that all links up. Perhaps I have been listening too much to Comedy Dave’s Tedious Link on Radio 1 in the mornings. Debbie took a photocopy and I felt the need to contact Andy about this. He did say to contact him should there be any information, and why shouldn’t there be? I began to feel like I was in a film which was a mixture of Harry Potter, Pratchett’s The Colour of Magic and Indiana Jones!

The regression was amazing. I went under pretty quick, probably because my body was so exhausted and welcomed a lie down for half an hour. The first past life to come was a little boy called Jeffrey, who was seven and played with conkers, and had a Mum who was ill. Jeffery didn’t like football because it was too rough. At 14 Jeffery died of TB, his mother losing her fight to the disease a few years previously. He missed his mum and became upset. Jeffery’s Dad was a strong figure in his life, he was a firm but fair man, still grieving for his wife. He also saw Jeffery as weak, and tried to “beat” some spirit into him. He felt strongly that Jeffery should have a good education. Jeffery was just a little boy who loved his mum, and missed her. He was a sickly child, and she came to collect him before long. Had he lived Jeffery would have gone into the cabinet making trade.

Next up was a man named Keith, a Londoner, who, at a young age of 20 married and had children, and by the time he was twenty eight, he was a single father of two children and his mum played an important part in their care. The children’s mother had a sporadic role, as and when it suited her. He was 28 in 1962. Keith was a bricklayer and builder by trade who worked a lot, and lived in Tottenham. His ex wife was called Jean, and his mother had taken a “funny turn” coming out of the butchers shop after buying some lamb chops and collapsed by the bus stop. I suspect she had a heart attack or a stroke, but all she was concerned about was whether anyone caught sight of her draws! He didn’t live past 35 and it was suggested he died in a car accident on his way to pick someone up, and he was late.

It gave me a lot to think about, as the whole experience was rather surreal, its as if my mouth had a mind of its own. I was completely aware of what was happening, but I was not “thinking” anything, words were just coming out. It is interesting to note, that the “character” of the persons change and it is quite visible in the video tape as to the facial expressions and voices caused by the energy patterns of the past lives. They are quite different to my own, and of a completely different energy. The one thing in common we all share though is the importance and love of mother in life, in what ever form that may be.

No sooner had I time to come to, then Debbie had to dial into the radio station to do the show. I needed some quiet time, so I just sat still and remained silent for the first hour. Once I had rested I was able to put some questions and statement for discussion before Steve to give Debbie a break!

What more could I pack into a day?

The show was really good, and after the show, Deb and I discussed the regression and agreed to have another go at a later date, or when I can get to her next.

Well time stands still for no man (or woman) and pretty soon, it was time to go. Full with tea and egg and chips, I said my goodbyes to Debbie and left at half past one in the morning on a quiet drive to Stonehenge. I was still reeling from all the strange and wonderful events that I had come to be a part of these past few days. What more experiences had I to come through? What was the rising sun going to bring me and who was I going to meet? I had all sorts of questions and images running through my mind, all the way to Stonehenge, which was pretty just as well really, seeing as I probably should have slept a little more. I thought that as I had been deep under in the regression, that my body would have super charged, especially on the energy of Avebury.

I arrived on the drovers road some time after 3.30am on the morning of the 23^rd September. It was my Nephew’s birthday, and he was 5 today. Today was already a special day. I drove right up to the top of the road and turned around, catching sight of the flames of a camp fire, and dodging all of the vehicles parked up on the verges. I found a spot to park up, got out of the car and got a brew on. I go nowhere without a stove and a kettle. Ever the Gypsy wanderer, me. I made a cup of tea, sorted out a bag of stuff I needed and a bottle of water, locked up and headed over to the camp fire with my blanket. There were some people and a few druids settled around a camp fire burning with dead wood, which had been gathered by the druids earlier on the previous day for the purpose of burning all night. It’s a tradition to keep a fire going all night, and is in fact the “reception foyer” of the druids for anyone joining in the celebrations and festivities. It was exactly the place Bill had told me I would find it. I introduced myself and joined in conversation chatting around a camp fire and hearing all about everybody. It was good to be accepted for who you are and without judgement. I sat watching the flames lick around the logs on the fire, and watched the embers race up into the night sky, feeling very grateful for the warmth the fire was giving me an feeling happy, even though my body was crying out for sleep. A soft glow of light from the fire illuminated the outline of people's faces causing shadows to dance around in my mind. There were only a dozen or so people there, which grew into about twenty five over the course of the next couple of hours.

At about 5.30am Merlin appeared and announced that it was time to go and we all walked down to the stones.

There was something quite magical and anarchic about the way we walked. There was a few hundred people that had turned up over the course of the night and the drove road was filled with vehicles parked up. I was glad to have arrived when I did. There was a police presence who looked bemused as to why anyone would want to get up and watch a load of men in dresses and women with broomsticks go and bang a load of drums in a ruined monument as the sun comes up, but I think they have a very limited view of the world and its mysteries. For me the atmosphere was electric. As we approached the front of Arthur’s Warband, the rhythm and beat of the drumming grew from a soft thud in the distance to a jerky, heraldic thunder as we approached the gathering crowd. I will never forget the sound of the chanting and the drumming as the resonance reverberated around the under road tunnel at English Heritage. Then I remembered Ray’s words. “Tag on the end of a bunch of dudes with drums and come into the circle. I’ll be there”. As I walked in the tunnel under the road with the deafening sound of the drums, I was aware of a group of Druids in purple robes, and especially a young couple with a four and a half month old baby boy dressed in a little purple robe with a hood, who was strapped to his Daddy’s chest as he led his coven into the circle. It was amazing. They were such beautiful souls, and the baby wasn’t scared of the drumming. He seemed so happy and safe and warm, snuggled with his Dad, as his Mum walked beside them. I spoke to them and said how pleased I was to see such a young baby there, with such loving parents. I believe they were to carry out a Wiccanning, a pagan version of a christening, which to me is the new growth, a hatchling, and symbolic of the bird egg shell I had found at Avebury.

As I saw the outline of the stones, something kicked my backside and I quickened my pace, dodging people and the smaller stones to take my place in the circle. This is what I had come to do. I was not a tourist. I wasn’t paying English Heritage a tax to visit my own birthright. I was marching into the circle with Arthur’s Warband, a part of the Warband, neither a Witch, Druid, nor Wizard. I was a Fairy. I was Lou Purplefairy come to the Court of Arthur Pendragon, to deliver a message heralding the coming of The Bard of Ely from Tenerife! And I was here to venerate the sun, the stars, the moon and the earth and to be a part of the land celebrations with these people. This was where I was supposed to be. As I walked into the stone circle, I could barely make out anybody. The sun was just breaking in the darkness and a gold and pink light shimmered beneath the clouds while the rest of the sky was an deep inky blue, and I was reminded of the large whole wall mural of Stonehenge at Dawn I had painted myself on my bedroom wall some fifteen years ago, just before I became pregnant with my son. I soon found Ray, who was pleased to see me, and kindly let me “hang out” with him. I felt at long last, that I had arrived at where I was supposed to be, on a journey that had been far longer than the five days I had been out on the road. I stood in the circle, but slightly back, as the circle was actually two or three people deep, because of numbers, but I had a clear view in front of me and was stood beside other Druid members from all over the world. I felt like I was in a Pratchett novel again, especially as the guy leading the rite and speaking had a bit of a Guild of Wizards feel about him! I must admit, I am extremely fond of Pratchett’s work, and I can see how he was inspired to write, having attended some of these festivals. At times I did feel like the Tourist in the Colour of Magic, and at other times I felt like Rincewind!

The drumming and the horn blowing was quite an experience that will stay with me. The greeting of the sun was quite powerful, something we take for granted and are mostly too lazy to rise for. It was a majestic sight, made all the more special viewing it from inside the stone circle. I was absolutely blown away to hear the acoustics of the place. To actually hear the acoustics of these stones as they were probably designed to be used was stunning. Each of the blue stones is attuned to a particular note, so during the chants the resonance became quite loud and amplified. Once again, proving a theory I have about its use as a sonic healing chamber. I had the vision of me being inside a giant crystal singing bowl and the sound blasting away any disease and negativity, with the drumming the chanting and the horn blowing, I was stood in a vortex of sound energy resonating with the stones of Stonehenge. Mere words cannot describe what I was feeling, so I used my small digital camera to capture some rather poor light quality video. It does however capture the sky, the stones and the noises which for me, make it all the more atmospheric.

The actual ceremony was informative, as I stayed on the Official one with Ray, while other druids and witches who had heard it all before joined other circles where dancing with broomsticks were taking place.

Matthew Holbrook, whom I had met at Avebury with Merlin, Bill and Ray, blessed us with a poem which I found quite moving and there was also a recital by Arthur and Kaz in their protests to the Authorities about the way ancient human remains buried at Stonehenge are managed . I was then part of the actual blessings and joined in with the chants and incantations. My voice was added to the energy vortex being created inside that sonic healing chamber. I saw in my mind that big peace explosion radiate around the planet with the force of a million nuclear bombs. I connected with everything and just completely absorbed into the moment which, I can only describe as almost disappearing from this dimension and reappearing in another, where the only thing that exists is audible sound. I was in tune with my soul, my body and my surroundings for a few perfect moments, and it was then that I could finally open my eyes and see.

I was experiencing a great healing from the stones themselves. The energy of the stones at Avebury, already with me, already working with the stones of Stonehenge. Here I was connecting with those people I had met at Avebury and as far out and way-cool-hippy as it sounds, it was a very, very profound experience. Anyone who knows me will tell you how grounded I am, but this just gave me a jet pack! As the ceremony came to a close, some people had hand fastings and I was privileged to photograph a Pagan Hand fasting! I am hoping to trace the couple so I can give them the photos of them jumping the broomstick. It was my second wedding I had photographed in a month! I saw a child being named which was so beautiful, as Merlin carried out the rite. There was such love and tenderness there, from this austere father figure, who became so soft and full of love. I was really moved. I wandered around for a bit chatting to people, and absorbing it all, just like a child so full of wonderment and awe. I felt like I was about eleven years old! The drumming started after the ceremony and Ray was a part of the band inside the circle. I felt compelled to meditate in that beat of the drum, and the spirit of the stag came to me. I felt the call of my native American elder guides and saw in my minds eye, the braves dancing around the camp fire celebrating the celestial swan. The Indian from Avebury made his energy known and smiled upon me. It was then that I realised that the music and chant in my head which I had been hearing for five minutes had actually started to come out of the mouths of the drummers as they started to chant. I was already hearing the spirit they were channelling through their voices and drums. Slowly my voice harmonised and I had an active drumming mediation thrown in to boot! For me this was a big deal. I’ve not been prone to religion or following a crowd, but I really felt like I was at home here. I channelled some energies down from the sky into the ground to connect the physical with the metaphysical, and as I stood there with an aventurine sphere in one hand and my quartz and Avebury feather wand in the other, I felt like I was making a connection, a nexus point with the genius loci of Stonehenge. The true nature of Stonehenge was upon me, and the celebrations and rites had triggered energy pockets, information pockets of which I connected with.

It was then that I remembered my purpose and saw my chance to fulfil a destiny. Arthur was in the circle talking with Merlin and Ray, and so I approached Arthur with some reverence and introduced myself as Lou Purplefairy, Special Envoy for the Bard of Ely, which for all intents and purposes, I was! I gave him the news that Steve had asked me to pass on his good wishes and to tell him that he was coming to the UK. Arthur seemed pleased and asked me to tell Steve to email him, which I informed Arthur that he probably had a mail in his inbox, and that I suspected that he had not had time with the festival prep to check his mail. I said my goodbyes and thanked Arthur for his time.

As the centre of the circle cleared and people were dissipating, I asked one of the priestesses if I may bless my tools on the centre stone of the circle. Now don’t get me wrong, I was gonna do it any way, but I felt to ask out of respect was the way to go. Its always a lighter energy when you are invited or given permission, not that I sought permission from people. It was a confirmation from the stones I needed, so when I asked if I may place my magic tools upon the alter, I asked the stones, and the reply came through the priestess.

I set about clearing an energy field around the stone by walking three times in a sun-wise direction with an incense stick and a feather wand, mentally attuning to my surroundings and working frequency. I laid out my work cloth and placed everything I had on my cloth, laying out my pendulums and my decks of cards, my stones and my crystals. And I said a blessing silently and asked the guardian of the Stones of Stonehenge to link with the Guardian Stone at Avebury that I may link my tools into the land and call upon them for help in my work. Really what I was doing was attuning my tools to these monuments and the energies associated with them along the ley lines. As I mentally pushed the go button on the mystic microwave, and let the stones “sit” for a bit, a young lady with blond hair, a slightly pale complexion, with elfin features and a small frame approached me.

“Do you read cards? Would you do me a reading please?” she asked.

Of course I would, I replied, “just come and find me on the drovers road later on.” I had a feeling I would see her again.

I spent about forty five minutes in the circle with my tools laid out absorbing the energies, spending some time chatting with Ray and expressing my joy as we both watched the rite of naming a child. We both agreed this is what its all about: the continuation of these traditions, a preservation of our heritage as citizens of the universe. It was one of the most pure moments I have known in my life. I gathered my magic kit, and set off with my camera to document some other moments for the power point presentation I was planning to make for the school children I am coming into contact with. It was then I met Nick, a scribe and wonderful character. A very learned man, with an air of order about him. I sensed he kept accounts and records. I asked him if he would like me to send him some of my photographs to use as I had captured some beautiful shots of the girls around the broomsticks, dancing to the Bards singing and the circle which had gathered there. He took one of my business cards. It was by this time about 8am and the celebrations were drawing to a close. I noticed the police presence which set a dark energy to the place, and the announcement came that we only had ten minutes left before English Heritage wanted to open up to the public, so people started back toward the drove road. The Drummers led the Warband back the way we had come, thundering their drums and chanting and singing through the under road tunnel out into the Visitor entrance. Many tourists were excited to see the procession and cameras were clicking away. I was not a tourist. I was a part of the spectacle. As I passed through the turnstile, I saw the young lady who had approached me for a reading. She was with her partner and young son, named Isaac, a name with meaning to me. We walked back together and exchanged stories. She introduced herself as Beatrice, but she was more of a Bea to me, another name with meaning for me. I was gagging for a cup of tea, and Bea had some hot chocolate, so we headed back to our cars, and I told her where I had parked. As I was laying out a blanket by my car, the kettle was on to boil, Bea came and sat with me and we prepared some much needed hot drinks.

I told her this was the first reading I had done since my kit had been blessed at the stones, and this reading was a special one, as indeed it was.

Again, I had someone before me shedding some tears as an emotional healing took place and some baggage and negativity was dissipated. I didn’t tell her anything she didn’t already know in her heart. My readings are more of a mirror for the soul, they help you to identify areas on which to focus. Her little boy came and sat with her while I was doing the second part of the reading and I distracted him with fairy hunts around the side of my car and by the wheels, and with holding my crystal spheres. Both left me very happy and energised, and I was a tenner up. On occasions like this, I always state a fair exchange of energy must take place after the reading. Give me what you think its worth to you, as I have given you my time as I see you fit to have. She left with a card also!

Time was getting on, and it was approaching 11am. I had been without proper sleep since 6am on Tuesday morning, over 24 hours ago, and I was flagging. I had a 45 minutes drive to Glastonbury to do on my way home to Tiverton and I was not in the greatest of shapes.

As I was preparing to go, a man approached me. I don’t know who he was, but he hold me he thought I was a very wise woman, and asked me for a card. He had eavesdropped on my reading, which wasn’t hard as I was sat out in the open, but he liked how I did it. It was very straight forward and honest, non judgemental and without pressure to act upon any information. It was as I have always said,: a mirror for the soul, a reference point, and a possible route forward. Lou’s Two-Step Soul Path Journey Map.

It was at that point, that I felt like I had graduated into a fully fledged Lightworker, no longer an apprentice, but a fully functioning intuitive, with her stripes, no edges, no limits, no barriers - completely fluid.

I was also aware that Brother Gregory was concerned that I was tired and losing focus, so I said my goodbyes, to the people I was speaking with and I was just about to get into my car when Merlin walked by offering his calendars he had made, which had all of the Celtic calendar dates on it, with phases of the moon. I needed one of those!

I re-introduced myself to Merlin, gave him news of the Bard of Ely and explained my purpose in documenting the rites and festivals to show children I worked with. He seemed pleased with the idea, and offered to help by answering any questions I had by email. I found Merlin to be so full of love, and not the austere man I met in Avebury. I explained that I was the one took a photo of his sword and staff at Avebury, and he then remembered who I was and a smile enveloped his face. As it happened the shot I took was a really good shot, because Merlin has his hood up and his head bowed, putting all the focus onto the sword and staff, which was what I wanted. We parted on very amicable terms and I gave him a huge hug before I left, with a parting of Well met and Blessed be! I felt as honoured and respected by him as I had for him. I got into my car, and asked that Brother Gregory help me maintain focus on the drive to Glastonbury.

As I pulled out of the drovers road, I could see the tourists piling up to file past the stones, like it was some caged animal at a circus, and felt privileged that I had had been a part of something that English Heritage cannot package and sell for a profit 15000 + times a week, something far older than the visitors centre and car park and chain link fence and tunnel. I was a part of Stonehenge now and for eternity and Stonehenge was now a part of me and that was something no force in this universe could take away from me. I smiled as I drove along the road, heading in the direction of my last leg of my Magical Mystery Tour.

Glastonbury Tor.

The drive to Glastonbury was slow and arduous, not unlike the steady but tiring climb to the summit of the Tor.

I had been on an epic journey, an odyssey, and I was full of introspection. My mind wandering as I tried to focus on the road before me.

I found my way to Glastonbury, and followed the draw of the Tor’s energy, a place I had visited so many times before, (since it is only forty five minutes drive from my front door) as it rose up out of the Somerset country side. I headed for the Rifleman’s Arms, a pub close by the Tor with a car park, a toilet and hot food, and a place I had been frequenting on and off for the best part of fifteen years.

I pulled into the empty car park and I was more than pleased to actually stop driving! I looked at my odometer. I had travelled almost six hundred miles in five days!

This was it. This was the last stop off on my pilgrimage to the three sacred sites I had planned to link up with.

I got out of the car, which was stood alone in the empty car park, a little before 12pm, and gathered my belongings and blanket and headed into the pub. They weren’t open yet, but I asked if I could use the loo before I went to the Tor. The lady behind the bar seemed quite amicable, and when I came back, I asked what time she would be serving food, as I planned to eat a hot meal before driving back home to Tiverton. I had worked out, that I had about an hour before my body really was going to give up the ghost, so I walked quite slowly to the footpath which takes you into the field at the base of the Tor. I passed Chalice Well gardens and made my way up the footpath, struggling with an aching body, uphill. I hadn’t realised just how tired I had become, and I was struggling. I made it through the second gate and as far as the first bench on the Tor, where I encountered a lady with her husky dog. Here was my sign to stop. I had reached where I needed to be. I was on the Tor, not at the top, but on it and that was good enough. To push myself further would be to serve the ego. I had to be kind to my weary body, say enough was enough, and so it was here I set up my last camp.

It was here that I heard Godfrey speak to me in symbols and images. He was showing me a time when he came here, and sat at this very spot some seven hundred odd years previously. I had completed a pilgrimage he had completed as a young monk, his initiation when he studied Forbidden Knowledge from an elder Priest who had converted from “The Old Ways” and was presumably a Druid Priest. Godfrey had learned all about the planets, and rotations of time, alchemical symbols, astrology and astronomy, herbalism and eastern medicine, and the ways of the eastern cultures as taught in the Essenic Mystery Schools and here he was, imparting the spirit of his wisdom to me, a worthy apprentice!

I felt blessed and loved, and so very, very tired.

The lady who was sat on the bench and I struck up a conversation about animals. She had warned me not to go to the top of the Tor, since it was very slippery with cow shit, and the cows had sort of taken over. I was quite pleased that the way up was barred, as I did not have the energy to spare walking up there. I was already flagging quite badly and was in need of some rest. I spent about an hour with her, and as we talked she made a decision to leave her job she was unhappy in, and seek work in a different vocation, and even planned a move from Nottingham to Glastonbury!

I felt she was at a cross roads in her life, and that she too, was on a personal quest. She was also noticing the synchronicities in her life and was feeling drawn to certain places and people. As I sat, I conversed mentally with her dog, who was the most lovable of dogs. She had a wonderful warm stature about her, and was very knowing. She had an air of graciousness about her too, which I felt was expressed by the fact hat she was wearing a pink collar. She was very feminine!

We chit chatted for about half an hour more and I took some photographs of her dog who was named Freya, and I asked if she wanted some copies of the photos, to email me, and I gave her one of my cards.

I set about laying out my magic kit on my cloth on the ground, to allow these wonderful energies of Glastonbury Tor, to mingle with the energies of Avebury and Stonehenge. As I mentally pushed the button on the Mystic Microwave, and sat waiting for the energies to absorb, I became aware of a golden light about me. I kept looking skywards, because it was overcast, and the hue of the light I could see reflected on my skin, was like that of sunlight trying to permeate through cloud. I looked up, but there was no sunlight coming through. As I sat quietly I asked Godfrey what this light was.

“Its you, my dear,” came the reply. The light I was seeing was my own spirit light, my own energy as I was glowing and emitting such a high vibration of golden light! I was so humbled by my experiences and felt that I was such a small part of such a massive universe, my ego had almost died away to even acknowledge that maybe I was causing the light emanations!

It was at this moment, that I accepted who and what I was, and made a solemn vow to always be true to my nature, to listen to my intuition and be guided by the universe, and most of all, that I was a rational person with balance, with a foot in each world; the physical and the metaphysical. And I felt, for the first time, complete, wholeness. I felt a great healing.

I did not feel any imbalance in my emotions, I wasn’t overcome, or underwhelmed. Everything felt in complete harmony, and it was all I could do to sit back, relax and listen to the music of the spheres.

The lady left with her dog as the mists descended on us, and I was left alone with my thoughts and reflections, and with Gregory, who sat in silence with me absorbing the moment.

A crow flew past me screeching, which caused me to look up into the sky and I knew then it was time to go home, back to the life I had left behind five days ago. I was going back the same but different, with new eyes, and ears, with new faith and belief in myself and in the universe, with love on tap from all I had met on this merry journey. I had connected with the universe and the divine source of energy.

As I walked back down the footpath to the direction of Chalice Well Gardens, I felt myself inhabit my weary body, pushing it on further, amazed at its tolerance for physical endurance. I stood at the bottom of the Tor in the field and took some half hearted photographs, and as I did I noticed a carving on a piece of stone by the gate.

When I was in Avebury, I had Andy sign some books of his I had collected and read over the years. As he signed and dedicated them to me, he also drew some symbols which had some relevance or meaning to both he and I, and here I was, looking at one of the symbols he had written in my book. I was too tired to understand what it meant in alchemical terms, but for me, it was another synchronicity, another clue for another day….

I filled my water bottle at the ever flowing water at the White Well, and as I watched a man with his young son fill their bottles, I remembered all those who had come before me and all those who would come after me. I saw the image of the swan, and felt the presence of St Brigid close by, her golden and orange energy emanating from her head and face, smiling at me, soothing me and encouraging me to drink from the well. As I closed my eyes to drink from my bottle I felt the waft of wind strongly from the wings of the Swan as she left me with an approving glance. The cooling waters of the White Well filled me with a renewed energy, and I felt the life blood of the planet course through me.

Gregory urged me to the pub to receive some hot food, and since I had not eaten since tea time the day before, he had decided I had fasted for long enough. A welcome butternut and chick pea curry went down rather superbly with a fresh pot of hot coffee.

I ate my meal outside in the gardens of the Rifleman’s Arms, feeling satiated both in my belly, my heart and in my very soul. This had been a true journey, a quest and now my task was done. I reflected on a few moments and asked “What now?”

Gregory, the spirit of the Franciscan fryer spoke to me; “Now, my dear child, now you must take what you have learned so far and use it for the highest good, to help those who ask you for help. For this is the life quest you have undertaken and the reason I am with you in this life. To guide you and to help you focus on the many tasks you have to complete.”

I knew that I had to drive home, and this was the bit I was dreading, since I had just taken a large bellyful of food, and I really wanted a nap!

I slowly gathered myself together, and made the journey home to my front door, which was uneventful, no star spangles, no revelations, no magic moments, just complete peace and solitude. No thoughts, no mind chatter, just me and my trusty steed of four wheels, me and my Florence, and the road home.

5 days, 5 places, 5 elements: earth, air, fire, water, spirit.

The Universe continues to converse with me…