Moon kissed Earth – Lammas 6

Moon kissed Earth – Lammas 6

We were early, by a long chalk. Having rested and supped for the evening we had set out to continue our pilgrimage within the Vale of Kilmartin. Our goal was the sacred site known as the Moon Temple. We were also lucky in that the Moon had been full only the day before and thus its energies were very abundant. However as I said, we were early. Not only that but the moon was going to rise over a significant hill, which meant that more time had to be included for that to occur. It seems, patience was going to be the order of the evening or indeed night. Given the time we had spare, we decided to walk into the vale from the village and not only that but go for a long stroll along the river that bounds the vale. We had a small adventure on that stroll which I will...

Stolen Artifact and the Faery Taint – Lammas 5

Stolen Artifact and the Faery Taint – Lammas 5

As we walked towards the main four spires of this site, I got a familiar tingle. It was Fay! I’ve been around them enough to know when they are about. Particularly when they are this side of a portal. It seems that my sacred journey is intertwined with these beings, for the moment at least. If you are a long-term reader, you will know that at some point I was told that I had a Faery Taint about me. Something that I have never been able to get to the bottom of! Note the exclamation of irritation there. Following the direction of the rods, they told me that I didn’t need to prepare for this sacred place. Also, on an intuition, I asked whether these Fay where akin to the ones in Ireland or Brittany. No, they were different. Interesting that I could feel...

A very unusual quest – Lammas 1

A very unusual quest – Lammas 1

Timing is everything Phew! It was going to be a long drive to Kilmartin, which was our destination for the Lammas Festival. In fact, it was a six-hour drive as the car-drives. All kudos to Chris for that I have to say (many times).  The day began brightly but as we got closer to Scotland and indeed within Scotland the rain began. It started with a slight spattering and without saying, we thought that, it would be an amount that we could work with. Going through Glasgow we took a wrong turn and ended up being delayed by about half an hour.  We stopped for a lunch around 1 pm about an hour-and-half or so away from our destination and the rain began to pelt down. Lunch was had, sans a delay due to ordering mix-up. Now you might be wondering why I am mentioning these...

Song of the Sea Breeze

Song of the Sea Breeze

So it came to the third and final part of my quest related to learning the ‘song’ of the various types of wind. This time I was prepared to go wherever the dowsing rods took me. I had a free evening and the weather was fine, so… off I go to find the Song of the Sea Breeze! I literally let the dowsing rods guide me. As I came to each junction I asked one dowsing rod to point in the direction I was to take. Luckily I have a car with an automatic gear box and so that was relatively easy and safe to do. Turn by turn I was being led into North Wales. Each time when I thought I knew where I was being taken the dowsing rod would foil me and point somewhere else. Even so, I ended up on the A55 heading along the welsh coastline, and sure that I was...

Dreaming of the past

For someone who doesn’t believe in spirits or at least has a “not sure” attitude to them, I seem to be communing with those that have departed quite frequently. I know, it’s a bit oxymoron(ic) but there you have it. The erstwhile spirit I refer to is my mum, who passed away some 6 years ago. I confess though I do have a desire to commune with her because I am currently engaged in a quest to – how can I put it – connect with an ancestral line? I think it is more complicated than that. Isn’t it always? Anyway, I am delving deep into a heritage that has been passed on verbally only so no hunting in written records for me. The best I have got so far is that my ancestral line were nomadic in nature, over the period of 1700 to...

Song of the Mountain Wind

Song of the Mountain Wind

When I had a day to spare I already knew where I wanted to go to find the Song of the Mountain Wind. Corndon Hill in Shropshire pulled me towards it. Since discovering Mitchell’s Fold stone circle nearby, and then having a remote viewing of a cluster of cairns on the top of the hill, I had wanted to visit it. This day, I felt the added pull of the wind that I knew would be running around on top of that peak, and it became irresistible. That’s not to say it made itself easily accessible. When we arrived we had to work our way around the entire hill looking for an accessible way up before ending back where we started at the car park at the road intersection which has the track to the stone circle coming off it too. The track opposite that would lead to...