Energy Fields, Stonehenge, Some Dowsing Rods and Veda Austin's Eggs

..plus more lessons from Dave in the Chalice Well Garden

A little before breakfast in Avebury:

It was cold this morning, despite my layers of clothing. My fingers are still numb as I try to type back in my cozy room. I turned the heater back on high. The one the hostess showed me tucked away in the closet as she pointed to the open window held in that state I saw later, by a small piece of wood with a handle on it. Maybe the handle is intended to make it look nicer? And it does as I observe it now in front of me. The handle makes it sweet. It is a little thing and sometimes, often, maybe always, little things seem to matter a lot.

Avebury, a window with sheep and sacred stones across the street

My hostess is bringing breakfast up at 9am, which is in 40 minutes. So that’s how much time I’ve got to tell you this little story, except I am still working on it now, three days later. I don’t know how to not do that.

I realize it seems strange to be in a B&B that delivers breakfast to my room rather than in a dining room but there was no other option offered.

I fondly recall my visit to Ireland with my son. There was a B&B we went back to again and again. Conner and his wife, Margaret, own it. Margaret makes amazing breakfasts that she serves in a cheerful, and still a bit chilly, dining area. She told me the way to make oatmeal like she does, which is creamy and different than anything I had ever had. You have to soak the oats overnight she said; then you stir them slowly on low heat. I thinks the ingredients she didn’t mention were the care and love that also went into it that I could taste in every warm bowl. She sent me home with some oats when we left.

Here, I am at the most expensive room I have ever booked. I booked it because it is in the middle of the largest stone circle in the world and I convinced myself to pay for it for that reason. It sounded like a magical experience.

When I got directions to get here from Stonehenge, Google Maps informed me that rooms were available tonight for about 1/3 of what I paid. I guess they discounted them at the last minute as I am the only guest.

“Ahhh well.” I told myself. “It’s ok, Terra. You’re doing your best and you felt so much better booking ahead.” And it’s true. But sometimes, I wish I could trust a little more and plan a little less. It is still hard for me.

I booked two nights here so I could have a whole day amongst the stones.

I figured my stop at Stonehenge on the way would be brief at best. I was stopping really so I could tell myself I went. It is overseen by the National Trust here and I saw on line that I had to choose a time to enter when I bought my ticket. It sounded busy. If that many people would be there and you couldn’t touch the stones or stand in the center, it seemed like I wouldn’t feel much.

So, I was surprised when I did.

It was a brisk, sunny day and I lay in the sun on the warm grass after watching the tourists take photos of one another leaping into the air and holding their arms at odd angles so they would appear to be flying or holding one of the great stones up on a finger…or look like a giant standing next to them.

they are creating photos of themselves in which they appear to be holding up that great stone on the right

We humans do like to have fun.

The National Trust encourages this behavior. They have posters around the circle that tell people how to capture the images.

And it is a sacred stone circle.

So, that is when I sat down and closed my eyes for a minute to feel things and later lay down for a few minutes.

I wish I could see things with my eyes. Energetic things. So far, it is not my forte, although I hope that changes. So far, I get images in my mind and feelings in my body.

When it came to Stonehenge, I “saw” beautiful colors of light. Pinks and blues…there were others I don’t remember now. It reminded me of a cathedral filled with and perhaps made of light.

Then as I lay back, I felt enveloped by it. It was so relaxing to lie there. So soft and healing. Like the softest feather bed, holding me, as the sun shone, and the tourists giggled and gave one another directions.

Stonehenge, was not at all what I expected.

I loved her.

It felt like a her.

I didn’t expect that either. But I imagine it and the stones that stand there so erect, are connected to the Earth in powerful and beautiful ways as well as being an integral part of it. And we do call the Earth, Gaia, and refer to her in the feminine. So there is that.

I thought of Veda Austin again and her experiments with eggs and freezing the albumen. I remembered that the caged eggs became more coherent after being placed next to the cage free egg and how the albumen in them began to have lovely patterns that looked like feathers and ferns appear.

Maybe I was like those eggs? Maybe lying on the grass in Stonehenge was doing something with the energy in my system that felt a lot like Grace.

Since we are mostly made of water, I imagine that some of the same effects happen in our bodies that Veda shows in her experiments.

Earlier this morning, I was back in Glastonbury again, staying at the place across the street from the Chalice Well. I was headed out for a walk when I saw Dave, with his dowsing rods on the other side of the garden wall walking briskly and with determination through the garden, rods leading the way. He curved this way and that as he headed towards some ancient Yew trees.

I hurried over. Maybe I could catch him and see what he was doing? This dowsing thing was fascinating me and Dave seemed full of wisdom.

I looked around when I got in the gate a few minutes later and he was standing near the gardener’s shed.

“I saw you over the wall and came over,” I said. “I wanted to see what you were doing!”

Dave pointed at a tree nearby. “Its got a fungus and I’ve been working with it,” he said. “Its taking some time. I used the rods. When I’m on my own, I move rather quick. I just followed them and walked the pattern they showed me.”

“You walked a pattern?” I said.

“Yes, I just followed the rods.”

“You mean that you don’t just use them to find things?” I asked. (As far as I knew, people dowsed to find water. And Dave had shown me how he used the rods to ask the garden for healing plants for people. In fact, that’s how he had found Sweet Cicely for me a few days before.)

That’s when he told me the rods were working with the energy the tree needed, and weaving it into a pattern that would help the tree. He said he simply followed them. The whole thing was incredibly quick, as I was there just minutes later and he had already finished.

He mentioned he used rods to reweave the energy of broken stones in stone circles before sitting in their sacred spaces so that the energy of the place was “whole” for whatever he was there to work with.

I am sure that could sound far fetched. Except Dave is a professional gardener and I have never seen anything like the garden he oversees. “Thriving” is an inadequate word to describe it.

It is a “no-till” garden where, once things are planted, they and the living soil are left alone and disturbed as little as possible. The gardeners and volunteers pull weeds here and there and that’s about it. The ecosystem of the plants and organisms in the soil are worked with, rather than acted upon.

“Sometimes the patterns are very complex the rods lead me to walk,” he added. “Like sacred geometry.”

I told Dave about a few of my current experiences including my visit to Stonehenge and my musing about Veda and those eggs.

“It’s weird, Dave, and I have been feeling really tired after sitting in some of these places, like I used to feel after a chi gong treatment.” (Then I mentioned Veda and those eggs). “It seems like the energy of who we are around and where we are physically, matters more than I ever imagined.”

Dave, I think, sensed me looking for an answer. Something simple like: Go to places with healing energy and upgrade your energetic frequency. I was starting to think that was a real thing and possibly a great idea except for the tired part. Maybe I had a hack for fast-tracking Becoming a Butterfly?

He, both intuitive and efficient, quickly put me back on track.

“Well Terra, the energy of these places changes all the time. It’s not like it’s static. Some days it feels good. Others it might feel intense or difficult. It moves all the time. You just have to feel things and decide for yourself what is best.”

“We get a list of things to do in our head, but it doesn’t work if we act from that place. We have to stop and listen. We have to feel things. It takes time and it’s important. It is good to be active, but we need to do both.”

And off he went.

Leaving me contemplating this energy field in which we live and how some gardeners know how to work with it…or listen to it and follow the flow of where they are led.

I noticed Dave seemed quite adept at doing both.

He adjusted a sprinkler a bit and I headed off on my walk, to contemplate what he said.

Greeting a stone in West Kennet Long Barrow, behind Silbury Hill in Avebury…an ancient tomb with another strong and lovely vibration

View of Silbury Hill, (the largest man-made mound in Europe), from West Kennet Long Burrow, Avebury

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