Qadir’s journey to dowsing and geomancy – Chapter 1

Prologue. 

And so… 

Imagine a blustery, early autumn day, with cold grey clouds blowing across an unkempt landscape of industrial gravel lakes, scubby trees all tattered from leaf loss, light brown shaggy grassland strewn with tumbling  bramble, some broken ferns underfoot and just me and my doggie Freddy, standing in the middle of it all, feeling…. practically nothing.   Nothing at all actually. 

I had had a tip off. A hint, that this place was special, and it was….but there was still nothing here.  There was what the tip off had promised; a large ring of huge megalithic stones all set within this open ground.  There was an encircling ditch outside the ring of stones and outside that an encircling mound, all pristine, in a stark way…. But there was something missing.  An essential energy that I had come seeking, expecting to find, but it was not here, and that was pretty disappointing. 

I lifted my rods up and tried again.  Walking in a circle, within the circle of these great stones. Nothing.       

Despite the best efforts of those unknown people who had obviously worked so hard to reform this ancient site, the most important element was completely missing.   The earth energy lines…and the rest. 

I thought about this and knowing that the site had been almost completely to lost us until just a few years ago, as the stones had been removed for various unknown reasons, my intuition clicked upon the idea that the lines might have just wandered off without the stones to anchor them here.  I asked the rods if the lines might be anywhere near?    YES!!   Where?   Over there!!  I swivelled with the rods as they showed me the direction.  How far?  I asked with my pendulum, it being simpler to use for binary questions.  One hundred meters?  two hundred meters? three hundred….and fifty?…and maybe a little bit. 

A pleasant warm glow melted within me and I began the process, the prayer, the invocation that was to bring the lines home and change this place, and me for ever. 

Part One. 

I was born in Battle near Hastings.   Birthed in an upper bedroom of a very old Sussex farm house to parents that were quietly at war with each other. 

The exact circumstances of my birth were and remain largely a mystery to me, but my mother finally let slip one day, only a year or so before she died, that she was actually giving birth…at the exact same time that my father was chatting up the midwife downstairs. You can imagine her sense of abandonment and frustration at this critical moment….and I’m still finding out about the effects this had on me, the baby, all these many years later….and that was not all… 

  There’s no doubt my father was fond of the ladies and the evidence for this was that his infidelities had led to another pregnancy due not long after I was born, this time with  a girl from just down the road.  Apparently this heavily pregnant girl would parade herself and her bump outside our house, proud of her condition, but it turns out, very jealous of my mother and her status as the wife of the man that created this domestic mayhem.     She wasnt good as gold though, my mum, and family history has it that she was seen sitting upon the knee of the family doctor when my father was away in America.  Our hormones always let us down and my mother was no exception to this general rule….even though she would deny it to her grave.     

   The ramifications of this unhappy family situation have really only surfaced for me some sixty six years later as I start out on this journey of Geomancy.  All will be told as we proceed, but as ever, every situation has it’s silver lining, if you seek it hard enough or wait long enough for it’s inner truth to unfold.  Apparently we choose the circumstances of our birth and life and my choosing this life and this birth, in that house and at that time seem to have led me to something very, very important.    When I found out what this was I was completely and utterly amazed….but you must judge for yourself as the tale is far from finished even now as I write. Hardly even begun…. But then this is the reason why I write, as intuition tells me this will finally be a very interesting life after all. 

To be honest though, my life really wasnt very interesting for many, many years.   I count myself fortunate in having had a varied education in primary and secondary schools, but also in private schools which has given me insight in to the lives of both rich and poor and a sense of understanding of the difficulties we all face regardless of upbringing or apparent status.   I was largely hopeless at school and had no real understanding of what I was supposed to be doing there.    I knew little of the zest for learning that others experienced and came last in class in nearly all subjects, especially those of the more intellectual nature.   It was a very long time before I finally understood that I was a maker of things and that my capacity for understanding the theoretical was severely reduced…. Something to do with left and right brain functions I believe.   In any event, continuously being bottom of the class and always bringing home an entirely undistinguished report card at the end of term had a very negative effect on me and burdened me with a sense of dread about those subjects in which I continuously failed, Maths being the most awful, and a general sense of failure before I had even begun to grow in to a useful young man. 

I cannot blame anyone for this, and by now I’ve even begun to forgive myself. I have been destined to work primarily with my hands, and that’s a valuable gift, that most often is not highly valued in the present mainstream of society.  Consequently I have made all kinds of things…my beach buggy, my aeroplane, my Raku ceramics, my sculpture and most recently my paintings…O and refurbished a couple of barges and built all kinds of stuff for other folk too. 

It has taken me a very long time to feel that I have found my feet though….   In short, I grew up with an inherent sense of failure about me and felt I had very little value, so like my father, found solace in the comfortable bosoms of women.   I adored women….from a very early age. 

I would say that I only really started to come to life in my early twenties.  

 1976. A hot dry summer and some hippy space cadet friends invited me to visit Mary and Ted who lived in a ramshackle house in Grayshott in Surrey where they enjoyed the company of young folk and the young folk enjoyed the freedoms of drugs and sex that they couldn’t enjoy at home.  

 Whilst I was there nearly everyone got stoned or high on a mixture of Speed and Acid but it was through Ted that I got my introduction to Meditation.  Of course I was seduced initially by the most gorgeous beauty who was staying with them, but very quickly I found that, even if meditation didnt as an activity give me all the answers that I had never thought to ask, at least a recognisable series of questions devolved from my regular sittings and I recall the sense of connection to something real but puzzling that continues for me today, though perhaps I could now give a series of insightful stabs in the dark about what it means to be born here on this planet. 

  During this initiation period there was a lot of partying going on and at some stage during that summer, I recall lying flat on my back on the lawn outside their house, looking up at the firmament flying above me….and rather mystically receiving an invitation…No loud booming Godlike voice, but an invitation nevertheless, to Enlightenment.          I had no idea what this meant.  None at all. 

But I said yes.   It was the only sensible thing to do. 

It amazes me even now, that I have continued with this curious activity of meditation through every phase of my life. It is the only thing I have worked continuously at, ever, and yet I never feel that I am any good at it.   It did change me however and  I suppose the first change it brought was that it became very apparent that sitting in meditation and the mindset/heartset that that brought didnt fit well with drugs of any sort.  In 1976 I have to own, living in London, in a series of community housing projects, I don’t think I knew anyone that wasnt almost permanently stoned, usually just on a little weed or so.  More often hash and tobacco…very occasionally something racier.   All of those so called recreational drugs did give insights…everything will give an insight if you are awake to it, but once i recognised that with drugs, for me, there were problems, I did start the process of extracting myself from that influence.   It took ever such a struggle to give it all up, but I’m so glad I eventually did.    I hadnt really noticed, but I was becoming a shadow of my former self which forewarned of mental and emotional trouble to come and I had to move out of London to break that connection, as living surrounded by the influence and those under the influence made it impossible to be free. After a year or so of back and forth from London to the countryside I got some help in quite dramatic fashion.   My grandfather’s bungalow burnt down. I had been staying with him just then, commuting to the city daily for work, and I lost all my possessions in the conflagration.   This allowed me to really break free as I had my beach buggy and the clothes I stood up in and the thought finally to run…  to the middle of nowhere, in France. 

It was there, firstly at the Ferme du Chateau de Richelieu near Mirebeau and then at my new girlfriend’s pottery in a hamlet near Monts sur Guesnes that I really started to separate out the bits of me that were worth keeping from the bits that no longer served or were actually not very good for me. I meditated usually twice a day.  Practiced regularly the Tai Chi that I had learned in London and used often the I Ching book of divination that has proven to be a very useful guide through these many years of difficult choices and blind alleys.  Incidentally, this was also the first time that I used dowsing rods, brought to me by my friend Francois a highly skilled Raku Ceramicist.   To my surprise I discovered quickly that the rods were actually unnecessary as I could feel the lines with my bare hands. I think it likely that these were Hartmann or Curry lines we were discovering as I had never heard of Ley lines or Earth Energy lines and only knew that something was “there”.   

This was a time of rest and recuperation, vegetarian food and easy days, away from the ghastly London city life and I got to a place in mind and heart where I knew I needed to be much more immersed in the spiritual life and this led directly to another significant choice, becoming a student at the Beshara School of Esoteric Education in the Borders Region of Scotland. 

I arrived at that very grand country house, more or less out of the blue, again in my faithful beach buggy, to console a friend upon the loss of her husband but then by invitation stayed on as a student.   I was late to the six month course by about a month compared to the other students,  with a lot of studying to catch up on…which of course never happened as I was hopeless at it….and one feature of my nature suddenly became apparent, that I had very limited reserves of energy.   We were invited to get up at some ridiculous hour to meditate…study or work most of the day…with  meditation midday and after supper…and then a further session of “Zhikr”….”Remembrance”, late before bed. After a month or so of this with no breaks at all I was absolutely exhausted and would fall asleep all over the place….seemingly a useless student…but actually right where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to do in order to experience the state, eventually, of “Humility”.    I believe one can learn about that all important state only through being utterly broken, to the point where it appears that it’s impossible to continue…alone.   To continue, help is required…and it will arrive.     This is a mystical state, and once tasted will never leave…unless you are particularly stupid.   We all are of course and lifetimes go by relearning the truth that we just arent in control.  We have a very important role to play twixt heaven and earth….but we own nothing. On the other hand, if Humility is remembered and the heart is well balanced….there is nothing that cannot be achieved.   I think little else is required of us…. 

However….there was one fly in the ointment!! 

About a month after I joined the course, I was “jumped” by something I call now an ‘Entity’.    It was a deeply scary occurrence.  I had never experienced anything like this before and the effect was to last for almost thirty years.    It eventually completely coloured my life a deep dark impenetrable grey and took me to the edge of life and almost beyond.    I am amazed that I survived it. 

At first, I seemed to be just glum.   Not the happygolucky wandering Grasshopper that I once had been…but later, after maybe ten years, a full on depressive…almost catatonic with gloom. 

Such a dark state cannot be imagined.  I do not believe anyone that has not experienced this can imagine how it is.   Even though I lived with it for so long, and finally rid myself of it, I can hardly recall how utterly frightful being lost in it was.     Unfortunately, there seems to be a surge of people affected by similar….and I hear of close friends just giving up and taking their own lives…just so they dont have to live with this ghastliness.        Which is a shame, as I now believe it is actually really quite simple to rectify.     

My first healing came after around fifteen years of these trials…   Finally I had realised that I was very sick.   It’s strange with a sickness of this kind, without a bandage or crutches to show as evidence of an illness, it’s impossible for others to see or truly realise someone’s state…and difficult to realise and admit to one’s own. 

I was fortunate though.   I was blessed with just enough help to keep me alive until the time I could find real help… And my eventual saviour’s name was Ashok.   I thought initially he was charging a fortune…£60.00 a session,   But now I would pay him anything he asked.  In just three sessions he cleared the initial entity and within a very short time I burst back to life….   The most incredible change, to have that horrible void suddenly filled with light and colour and love. I never saw him again, but my gratitude is unending. 

After this revivification I ran away again… This time to Italy, to Pietra Santa….  A town once known for its beautifully carved marble and large numbers of professional carvers, and whilst I was there in 2003 it had a wonderful community of transient, visiting carvers and artists, all of whom loved to party…and the best cure for me after such a long dis-ease was dancing in the dark Italian night with the beautiful artists that came from all corners of the world.   This was really the first time I became aware of the effect of the earth energy lines, though I still knew little about their why and how. I believe the town was stuffed full of earth energy lines and they contributed directly to the abilities and skills of the marble carvers, the Artigeannies.   I recall vividly that when the lines were at their strongest resonance it was as though the table, the chairs and the very earth were shaking….and I saw clearly how different people were being affected by this energy.   If engaged in work…carving or otherwise, the energies were an assistance.   If not, and they were just hanging out, having a good time…then there was a propensity for them to be come lost in that, and drunkenness was a real problem….or whatever.   But The town did have a special energy and it was here that Michaelangelo finally carved out the statue of David from a huge block of Marble that was dragged down from the mountains behind the town, taking five years for the journey.     The town used to be full of carvers and the dust and chippings were strewn through every street….  But then tourism took over, and all the artists were unceremoniously kicked out.    I went back in 2015, hoping to meet old friends….all were gone to the four winds. 

Since then I have become very aware of the energies that seem to bring magic to certain locations.    Byron Bay is the furthest easterly point of Australia and has a rocky hill, a little like Glastonbury Tor poking out in to the South Pacific. Right on top of it someone has brilliantly placed a lighthouse with an enormous crystal lantern which turns day and night…flashing shards of sunshine or sweeping beams of brilliance across the nightime ocean.  Good folk are attracted there and it’s got what seemed like a permanent party atmosphere. 

Jerusalem too has the most extraordinary energy.  There when I visited, whilst walking through the ancient city, I felt like i was a tuning fork, vibrating at highest humming  pitch.   It is said that there’s a syndrome there, of young men that arrive and who suddenly believe that they are the Messiah.   Unfortunately the local looney bin is full of them.    One Messiah is enough apparently. 

Glastonbury of course, hardly requires comment.   Known as the Heart Chakra of the world…It’s mysteries partially unlocked by Paul Broadhurst and Hamish Miller not so very long ago in their book The Sun and the Serpent.    I read this book on my way to Australia and although it didnt at the time fire me up to take up dowsing, I still recall the sense of wonder I was beginning to feel about the natural world. 

I better just say that…for most of my life, I’ve been making art in one form or another.  I started out training in London as an Interior Designer, which was briefly interesting, but actually I hated being in London and didn’t understand office politics and actually really hated working for other people.   I turned to making Raku Ceramics when in France and continued up in Scotland, ten years in all.   Then I started making sculpture, in fired clay and some cast in bronze…and then for about ten years or so built up a building business in Oxford.    It went quite well and as ever I wanted to make beautiful buildings, but eventually the stress of running my own business got to me and I gave it up. 

Eventually I got another art studio together in Forest Row and made sculptures and later paintings.   Interestingly, Forest Row is well known for it’s plethora of earth energy lines and there was a large one ran down the side of my studio.    After I had two lady geomancers come to sort out the energy in the building it became a wonderful space to live and work and certainly my work benefitted from the proximity to the line.  I started making all kinds of “natural fey people”…Wizards, goddesses, Pan and others, all seemingly bursting out of the clay.    My paintings too were very evidently inspired by the natural but hidden world of wood sprites and fey creatures. 

….and so finally we come to my rather sudden and unexpected conversion to Geomancer…and all that will follow on. 

In 2015 I had bought, rebuilt and started living on a very old Dutch Barge called Vertrouwen (Trust).   I had navigated widely throughout the Netherlands during three years, spent two years in France and came eventually in March 2020 to Belgium, where very unexpectedly I came to a sudden halt at a town called Geraardsbergen in Flanders.   I had caught the virus. 

It seemed not much worse than a cold, mostly, but in those early days of the pandemic little was known about the cause and effects and it was a fearful time for many that continues even now, nearly one and a half years on.    

After my apparent recovery, I decided to go back up river a bit to Lessines in French speaking Wallonia as I had been invited to open my ship to visitors in an art show of local folk. I decided also to look around and see if I could fulfil a long held dream, of buying a piece of land where I could moor my ship and maybe have a garden and a studio…and within about ten minutes I found it.   Just out of town, but close enough to walk, It is a sloping property of maybe half an acre or so….Just wild and overgrown and not much use to anyone.   So I asked to buy it and moved my ship in right away.   I cut steps in to the bank to gain access to the land above the riverbank, but then it was just around this time that a perfect storm started to occour with my health.   Initially it seemed not to be  serious. But within a short time I started to get very wobbly legs and a severe loss of energy and then nerve issues starting in my feet but steadily moving up my entire body and it appeared that I had Long Covid. I had a minor operation on my forehead to remove a nasty skin problem that would never heal.   Then another minor operation to remove a fatty lump from the back of my neck….and then all of a sudden it was discovered that I had a massive tumour of some kind right inside my neck vertebrae which was pushing the life out of me, literally.   By this time I had been suffering from what seemed to be Long Covid for several months and everything I had been doing in terms of navigating and running my ship and living the life of a reasonably fit sixty something year old all came to a grinding halt.  

  Upon discovery of the tumour, within a week, I was in the hospital at Aalst, being operated on  in very serious and life saving fashion…and was set for a very long recovery. 

It’s also worth mentioning, just to get a further sympathy vote, that only a few months later I needed a double hernia repair as well…which has not gone well and plagues me still.   

However, through all of this I was alert and aware that this time of dis-ease was very special for me, and that in a very real sense during the three and a half hour operation I had effectively died and was reborn in to a new life.   I had accepted the potential for death before I was admitted to the hospital and although I welcomed life again after a day or so of recovery, it was like I was a baby again, wholly incapacitated, hardly able to move without assistance or do anything pretty much, other than think and lie down and be..     I will say this period was very difficult.  Even now, nearly a year on from that operation, if I sit still, life is perfect.   As soon as I start to move…pain is constant.  Also vertigo, like a huge weight pressing me in to the ground keeps me always using a stick to walk and then there’s the exhaustion…constant exhaustion, such that just a thirty minute dog walk will flatten me for hours. Alongside this I still have the burning nerves in  my right leg and a numbness in my neck and shoulder with limited mobility generally. 

It is very difficult to accept these changes as very often there appears to be no end in sight, and the thought of being like this until my end of days can be very grim.  The greatest challenge has been to remain positive and looking forward.  It gets easier with practice, but there are some dark days still. 

However!!    During this latter time, a great gift came my way.   Completely unexpectedly.   Totally engrossing and absolutely just what I needed to give me direction, even with my incapacity. 

Dowsing!! 

In the early days of January 2021 I became aware that ever since I had arrived in the Lessines area, I had felt really unwell.    In so many ways, life was wonderful, with new friends, a piece of land that seemed perfect and with Brexit just happened I had registered locally which meant I could retain the right to stay in Europe…but something wasnt right and for a long while I couldnt identify what that was.   There was a heaviness to the place.   There was a lot of alcohol abuse and drug abuse in the townsfolk…mainly men.  A lot of permanently unemployed men, who mostly seemed to spend their time fishing and drinking.   And it seemed that there was no beauty in the place at all.  A grey feeling everywhere…Or was this just me feeling so down with being so poorly? 

I thought about this for quite some time and became aware that a possible source of the problem could be that for hundreds of years Lessines had been a Porphyre mining town.   The local geological feature that loomed to the east of the region was an ancient volcano and this yielded, not without some struggle, cobble stones of particular hardness and it is said that the streets of Paris and Brussels and many other cities too are paved with the stone of this region.  I expect its true, but what this has meant for the local menfolk is hard, back breaking and absolutely stultifyingly boring manual labour.  Cutting cobbles from hard stone, by hand, for year on year will bring an awful close minded brutal anger and frustration to whomever does that work I am sure, and most of the male population of the town was engaged in this business.   I glimpsed sadly too what this meant for the women of the region. Neglect, abuse and complete lack of respect.   

But this wasnt the full extent of the problems that I saw.  It was seemingly an energetic issue.  Something wrong with the land, something wrong with the water…something out of balance in the energy of the place and it’s people. 

I recall reading somewhere about a woman who had healed the waters of a volcano in the Canary islands I think it was, as she discovered that the underground waters were bringing illness to the local folk there…. and that got me thinking about all the water pouring down the side of the local volcanic feature here and how that volcanic energy might affect the waters of the river, and then also how the huge open mines which scarred the landscape might affect the earth energies. I began  also to wonder how that might be affecting me and everyone else in the region.   At the same time I was hearing that the local church of St Pierre’s had had witch burnings outside it and I just began to feel that this place needed some serious healing.   It’s also true that Belgium itself has had a very torrid history of invasion from every direction.  Germany, Holland, France, Britain and Spain have all marched their armies through the lands of Belgium, but Belgium has never had the power to defend itself….and this too is an energy that one might say is ingrained in to the soil and the people.  Lessines itself wasnt exactly on the front lines of the first world war, but it certainly was affected by it.   Even up to the very last moment before the armistice of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918, there was a British cavalry unit charged down the high street to capture the bridge over the Dendre river to stop the Germans from blowing it up. It was also true that my paternal grandfather Errol had been a sergeant in the trenches and been blown up and severely injured.  I later learned that a great uncle on my mother’s side had actually died during one of the Ypres battles. 

In March 2021 I had the hernia operation and that required as long as possible to recuperate, again. 

 I had bought a kind of disabled electric buggy thing and had moored my ship back in Geraardsbergen as it was close to the hospital there. I had found that there was a healing chapel up on the top of the hill above the town and so as I was reasonably mobile using my buggy I made my way up there hoping to bask in the earth energies that could be the sole reason for the chapel being where it was.    It was ghastly cold and windy, but I felt it was worth the effort to get there, and although I didnt really feel very much better, I did make as many visits as possible.     Whilst there, waiting and hoping for some miracle healing to occour, I got to wondering more and more about the earth energy lines that I knew must be there and so I looked up dowsing on YouTube and found one good man, Tim Walter who freely taught the basics on his channel and within a very short period I had bought some mild steel rod and bent myself my first set of dowsers. 

The first real location I tried using them was up at the healing chapel of course and I could be seen by any casual observer, shyly and a little furtively circumambulating the building…looking for the lines. 

They weren’t difficult to find and my rods swung very obediently as I passed from point to point with the main line going straight through the front doors and crossing the altar and out the back  and up to a great phallus of a monument upon a rocky mound standing above the chapel.   They then zoomed off across the landscape, as did the other lines which all crossed just in front of the altar.   I have to say that I felt completely at ease using the rods, right from the very first attempts.   It was just something I could do and it truly felt like I had been doing it all my life it was so natural to me. 

I very quickly bought a local map of the region and tried dowsing the course of the lines remotely, initially trying to use the rods for this indoor work, but finding that, after I had mastered it, a pendulum was much easier to use.   It gave me immense pleasure to track the lines indoors on board my ship and then go out later on my buggy, confirming their existence in the real landscape with the dowsing rods.    I found that I felt completely at ease using both methods of dowsing and very quickly I could tell when I was crossing an energy line, even without the rods…clearly my sense of intuition was ramping up at the same time.   It also became very evident that the Catholic church knew all about earth energies and the lines in particular, as every single line I tracked had multiple churches and chapels  built upon them. 

I had felt so ill during this early period of 2021 that I’d stopped the drawn out process of buying my plot of land.   Every time I went there I just felt so overwhelmed that I couldnt contemplate all the work necessary to even just tidy up a bit, let alone do all the fencing and planting etc. And especially do the work necessary to moor my ship safely.  But that point of view changed all of a sudden. 

One day in April, a new friend, Regina had come to visit and she was interested in dowsing so I said I’d show her how the rods worked.   We went to St Pierre’s in Lessines that I had briefly dowsed before and I showed her what to do.   She tentatively walked up and down and of course, with a few wobbles, the placing of the lines became evident.    We went inside the church, a large interior, strangely clear and open, divided up of course with directional arrows to combat the virus, and walked through the space, noting the exact placements of the lines with the altar, the side chapel dedicated to Mary and two lines coming through the walls just at the points of the two confessionals. We did notice that rather oddly, there was just one large painting on the walls and what a strange painting it was!!   It actually looked more like a depiction of earth energies and trapped souls than anything I had seen before and both of us were very impressed by the oddness of it. 

Just at that point, two significant things happened.    Regina, who was still using her rods, discovered a very dark energy, emanating, presumably from the crypt below.   I had read on one of the church information boards that the church had been rebuilt during the second world war due to it having been bombed and burned, but that the crypt had remained unrestored for some reason.    We decided to leave the energy be for the time being as both of us were unprepared for any dark work like that.    However, I was at almost the same moment very clearly drawn to go to the front of the building by some almost magnetic force and I understood that I was to look for the place where the witches had been burnt. 

The forecourt area, which is not very large is surrounded by buildings of different ages and styles.  The one directly opposite from the church being the town’s cop shop.    I felt a little trepidation, setting forth with my rods for anyone to witness me would have been very embarrassing, but I was clearly directed to a space just outside the cop shop where at the crossing of the rods I knew there had been a burning.     I asked for the protections to be in place, invited the lady to arise and be gone back to where she truly belonged with her ancestors… and off she went like a rocket….   I could almost hear her gleeful happy laughter as she sped free and clear, up in to the sky and beyond.   This was fabulous news to me…not as it happened, the first soul I had set free…there had been others in Oxford and in Spain, the soul of a girl under a bridge by the Thames and way up in the mountains of southern spain where a small village of souls had peered dubiously at me as I had my supper…but this time I really felt the need and a very great pleasure in doing this work.  These souls had been in a form of purgatory and as a feminist male I was very happy to let them go.    There followed another three souls that day, and eight or nine in total the next.  I couldnt determine the exact number as I think there might have been two burnt together and their souls had comingled in to one energy form.    In any event, off they all went and I felt terribly pleased with myself. 

   That day also proved to be a turning point in my relationship with the earth energy lines, as I started to dowse the condition of the lines emanating from the church, and I believed there may well be a problem as I said before.     Indeed there was.    The major line heading east was definitely damaged as was one feminine line heading north.    It was shown through questions I asked of the rods, that especially the female lines were in very poor condition which confirmed for me my thinking about the general suppression of the feminine in this region. 

I decided to dowse the lines remotely from my ship and then see what might be done once I got the lie of the land.     

It became evident that, tracking the easterly line from the church, It crossed through the town…across the river Dendre and right through the middle of the railway station main building and then out and up the hillside to one of the massive gaping porphyr mines.     This mine possibly is over a hundred meters deep and many hundreds of meters across and the line was crossing over it at one corner.   It was obvious that something needed to be done as it couldnt be good for the health of the line to be hanging there in thin air, with all the works of tearing the ground asunder going on all around!!     I couldnt fill the mine up…  Could I move the line?   I had heard of a well known dowser, Rory Duff, who had been relocating lines when he felt they had fallen off their correct meeting “node points”…so I decided to try to do that. 

I invited all the help from angels, friends, guides and any interested  parties to join me and tracked out a safe route for the line on Google Earth, such that the line should be forever preserved, as my intended line ran close to houses where the predations of the stone diggers would likely never follow.   I invited all of this to be done, which was a bit cheeky really, as I had never done anything remotely like this and this new track length was probably a couple of kilometres long. 

Next day I got out my buggy and went to dowse the section that I had worked upon….and blow me…It had all pretty much moved, in a sensibly wide arc, leaving the mine to the south and holding well to the course I had suggested.     I did feel that it needed a little more encouragement to finish the job so invited all those helpers again to come and assist me and it was as though there was an entire army of us moving forwards in a line, pushing and encouraging the remnants of the line further north to its new safe position.      It was then at this moment I had to cling very firmly to the Humility that I had experienced all those years ago at the school in Scotland.      I was not doing this work.  I could not do this work….only a divinely imbued force could act in this way and that wasnt me.   At the same time however, and for the very first time, I realised a connection with “Spirit” that I had never felt before. 

I realised over time that I had a connection with a group of spirit beings, perhaps a group that acted from beyond the Akashic veil, of which I was already an intrinsic part, and possibly had been all of my life and before, just awaiting my time to do this kind of work, for the benefit of the planet…for the benefit of All….and I was very happy.   I call them my circle of friends. 

Working remotely from the north side of St Pierre’s church, I tracked the line parallel with the river Dendre, down the hill, across the front door of the ancient Hôpital a la Rose , through a massage studio aptly named Zenergy Massage and out across the fields…..and right across my little plot of land!!  Then off the line went, across a further two fields and then crashed in to the Del’Haize supermarche.  It was immediately evident that something within the supermarket had caused the problem with the line.   I never did find out what it was.  Perhaps some huge piece of electrical equipment….something that caused the line to zig and zag wildly and come out damaged.     Again…what to do about this?   I decided upon an undercover raid, using a supermarket trolley as a subterfuge and I’d pretend to be an innocent shopper…with a purpose unknown to all. 

I cased the joint but could see nothing…and decided to go home and see what could be done remotely. 

Again I traced out a safe course for the line on Google Earth and invoking all the names and all the protections, invited the line to move…and by crikey…It did!!   It now runs smoothly round the side of the supermarket, through the river for a bit and then down through my land and back to the church.    I later tracked the easterly line practically all the way to Brussels and the northerly one to Geraardsbergen. Other lines that met those lines I traced deep in to France.  The easterly one coming from the front door of the church I tracked to the coast south of Calais, then right along the English Channel  to St Michaels’ Mount in Cornwall, England….which is very interesting as St Michaels’ Mount is one of the major meeting points for the Michael and Mary lines which travel right up through Merry Olde England, through Glastonbury and Avebury crossing many significant points beyond….   Just that fact alone decided me to attempt to buy my little plot again, as I feel strongly that to have these connections with all these lines and arriving on my patch like this was no coincidence..and it turns out there are three lines passing through the land there which one day in the not too distant future I intend to build a stone circle for, with the anticipation that it will be a focal point for the earth energies generally and a place of healing locally and for local folk in particular.     I dedicate it to the Divine Feminine as She definitely needs a special space of honour and celebration in this place. 

As I dowsed the ground of my plot of land, I discovered the three lines of earth energies and some underground water courses….also a Power Spot.   This completely altered my feeling about the area and I’ve had the feeling that I might be able to find my healing upon this land, utilising the earth energies in some way. 

The reason I feel like this is, my intuition tells me so, but also, the first line that I discovered, running across the property towards the supermarket…well it was a severely damaged line and I had been cutting the access steps down to the river and my barge right in to the ground where this line passed, and it had been this exact point in time when my legs started getting wobbly and my entire personal energy  and nervous system collapsed, so I’m thinking that that damaged line might well have affected me.    I still don’t know if this is so, or is it the Long Covid that has caused me these on-going problems?   

In any event, what I have done now is, one by one, encouraged the earth energy lines to meet just at the Power Spot that is not quite centrally positioned on the land.   I’ve put a seat there and I’ve sat for forty minutes or so at a time and been able to gauge the level of health in my body steadily increasing, minute by minute using the pendulum.     I can actually feel myself gaining strength as I sit, and this shows, to me at least, that I have now the means to become well….  I just have to sit still long enough for it to happen!!!   I’m intending initially to put up a tipi or similar just over this spot to enable me to stay all day.  Feet plugged in to the ground…meditating and soaking up the positive energies that flow to me from around the world.   Eventually I’d like to build a hut of entirely natural materials, with an earth floor and maybe a veg patch and pond.    Time will tell. 

And this brings me to another aspect of the work that all of a sudden I find I am able to do.  Home healing.     I have of course been interested in Feng Shui over the years, which is the art of placement of objects and orientation of buildings and so much more, invented apparently by the Chinese many, many hundreds of years ago.   It is a sacred art and I suspect one has to undergo an extensive training to fully understand all aspects of it.     I do know that in Hong Kong at least, all the waterfront banking buildings have been sited according to the most propitious directions. 

I watched Tim Walter’s Youtube channel and gained some interesting insights in to the subject of home healing as it goes very much hand in hand with the earth energy work, but then I came across the books of Adrian Incledon-Webber who is a good chum of Tim’s and within his books “Heal your Home” One and Two I found a wonderful array of information that set me on the path of being a Home Healer. 

The first home I worked on was in Brighton, belonging to my lovely friend Amber and her children Merlin and Griffyn.     I did the initial remote survey easily enough and it showed a house in really quite good condition, but there were several spots of negative energy there, an earth energy line in not too great condition ran right through the living room of the house and there was an issue with the garden room, a single room wooden structure that I had actually built for her some years ago.    It showed that there was an energy vortex, right in the corner of the room and that it had a very negative energy and a trapped soul energy within it.     I will say that I think it had been there in the garden during the time I was building the structure as I’d had a very difficult time building it. 

Now however, Griffyn was living in this room and was sleeping with her head right over this energy vortex…and Amber had been extremely concerned about her daughter of late because she was showing signs of really strong emotional disturbance.    As soon as I heard this I knew exactly what was wrong as something similar had happened to me all those many years ago at the school in Scotland.    This was potentially very serious and I was very sad indeed that this lovely young woman was experiencing these horrible symptoms. I had no doubt at all that she would be deeply troubled if this wasnt dealt with. 

Just at this time, and this does seem to be the way with a task that one is entirely suited to, information came my way via a paper a lady called Mave the Sherwood Dowser had written, about earth energy lines and their close symbiotic relationship to underground water courses, energy vortexes and earth energy generally.  In this paper, Mave told of how the vortexes arose from the underground water courses and emanated their quality of energy at the earth’s surface and that if they were in good condition they attracted earth energy lines which actually seemed to use that energy to be cleansed and that this was part of a potentially perfectly balanced earth energy system that if cared for would bring beauty and abundance to the earth and it’s inhabitants. 

I invited the work to be done as appropriate on Amber’s home and the garden room and to my utter amazement, very quickly saw that not only had the house been cleared of all the negative energy spots, a whole lot of energy vortexes had sprouted up within her home and in the garden room the space was filled with them.   Not only this, but a brand new energy line had found it’s way to this new positive energy spot and passed right through the room from North to South!!!   I was utterly dumbfounded…   Actually I could hardly believe it and kept going back again and again to dowse and re-dowse to be sure of what I was seeing.      According to Amber this work did make a difference in her home, but it was evident, that although just at that time Griffyn had suddenly decided to have a big clear out of ‘stuff’ from her room, work still needed to be done to cure her of what ailed her. 

After a month or so, during which time I had offered nearly all my friends a free dowsing healing of their homes, it became evident, primarily through Adrian’s books, that I needed to take on the important task of dowsing the energetic health of the folk that lived in the homes that I had worked upon.    There’s surely no point at all in healing someone’s home if they have been made sick with something that was in the building before it was healed and continue to hold that negative energy, or perhaps if they brought new negative energy in from outside the home…or indeed if a visitor to the home had brought in a negative influence and left it there…I’m afraid I’ve done this myself, so I know it can happen.    I think it’s inappropriate to say anything about the individual energetic situations of the people I’ve worked upon like this but I have seen that the healings done in this way proceed at the most appropriate pace according to the needs of the individual, known presumably by the spirits that perform this work…but I imagine also there’s an element in the healing of what the individual can allow to happen or let go of.    I think it’s true that we can sometimes be reluctant to let go of stuff generally, even if it’s very evident that it doesnt serve us, just perhaps because it is known…and good health and the demands that that would bring upon us could be seen as an unknown.   We’re all a bit peculiar like that….and I’m no psychiatrist, so I’m treading carefully with this and trusting in my guides and the angelic presence to steer me to what needs doing and how….and in any event I’m not doing the work anyway, so everyone should be safe and cared for perfectly according to their need. 

And then just around this time I was feeling particularly run down and overwrought myself.   Some particularly stressful business stuff was occurring within my family and it all came to a head just around the time of the summer equinox of 2021…which astrologically speaking has been an extremely intense time.    I’ve been very fond of watching the bi-monthly videos by Pam Gregory, Astrologer, on YouTube and she has been telling us for a couple of years now about the intensity and difficulty of negotiating in the best way this huge period of change.   There are immense forces at work, individually, globally and Cosmically…with far reaching meaning and brilliant potential…if we are able to absorb the intensity of the new light. 

Also at this time, almost out of nowhere, I started a conversation with a new friend about my own astrological situation…regarding my health and situation generally and although I found all of that fascinating, my health seemed most closely related to what was happening with Chiron in my chart.  Chiron is known as the wounded healer…and this is exactly how I felt.   In so many ways I had become utterly disabled by all these quite major injuries that suddenly appeared within a very short space of time, and yet here I was also, healing other folk’s homes and other folk too apparently…but entirely unable to heal myself.   During my reading of Adrian’s first book, I intuited that in order to do this work I really needed to be crystal clear and free of all negative energy myself and so I spent several days combing through my own life, looking for any negative things that had occurred to me and which had a lasting negative effect or things that I had done to others.    There were plenty of both, from issues with relationship breakups to misunderstandings with friends that had led to curses being placed upon me…  The list seemed endless, but then I’m well in to my elder years and have led a rather chaotic emotional life…  At a certain point I realised there was one situation that I could not deal with and that I’d need help.   This was the situation around my birth where I dowsed that I had a torn soul situation and it was apparently caused by the jealousy of the woman who was bringing my half sister in to the world.   One could easily imagine that she felt bereft, having presumably been impregnated and then dumped by my father and left to look after her new baby on her own and anger and frustration are powerful forces.   She could easily have wished me ill and right at my birth this is one thing that apparently occurred. 

Very generously, Adrian had invited his readers to contact him personally if they ran in to problems with any aspect of this work, so I emailed him with an outline of what I thought had happened and asked his advice and help.     True to the form of all good teachers, he said he wouldn’t help me, but he did tell me what to do.   I think this is wise as if the student, me in this instance, is able to complete the task they will be much the stronger as a result. 

The solution was actually very simple and required practically no effort on my part, merely inviting the angel Gabriel to move through me from back to front, drawing out any negative energy and healing the torn soul at the same time.     I can only say, I believe it worked a treat!!…and was very simple and touching. I feel immense gratitude that these issues have now been dealt with, even so late in my life.   Better late than never!! 

And then, as soon as this issue was dealt with, Chiron made his presence known. 

Silently and subtly, just after the soul was repaired, I began to feel a presence in my body…A warmth perhaps or a strength that I had never felt before.  Definitely a presence.    Three days passed and one night in meditation I decided to ask with the pendulum, what or whom this presence might be.    Intuition almost instantly told it was Chiron and that he was to be my guide through whatever lay before me.      I really dont know how to describe the absolute honour I felt  as I became aware of this.   In a sense it was madness.    How is it that a far distant planet, or a mythological being can suddenly turn up in someone’s life?    What have I done to deserve this?   Am I completely bonkers?  

What does this mean for me and my future? 

I knew little about Chiron, only as an astrological influence that his planet had only relatively recently been discovered, and as a mythological creature I had read that he was the teacher of Achilles.  He was born half man and half horse, rejected both by his mother and father he retreated to a mountain, healed himself and became a great teacher to some well known heroes of the Greek fables….and here he was, as my teacher and guide.  I still don’t understand. I have no idea what I have done to deserve this….but, for me it’s fact.  I have Chiron as my guide, and I am very happy. 

And so…. 

In such a short space of time of maybe just four months or so, I had suddenly been gifted a wonderful new work using a technique of dowsing with rods and pendulum that gave me a future filled with interest and intrigue, which was genuinely helpful for people and really a significant benefit for the natural world…through home healing, energetic healing of individuals and healing of earth energy lines and all the associated elements that fit with them….and I had an array of serious spirit helpers and the guide, friend and teacher Chiron, permanently by my side, apparently on call at a moment’s notice.    Unbelievable!!!..and yet this was so. 

And of course, this was a preparation for the next situation I was about to encounter.   I was just about to get a huge boost in to a realm I had hardly previously dreamt of.   Black magic. Soul prisons and dark doings that one hears of perhaps, but never quite believes….but it happened thus…. 

I had been dowsing various friend’s homes as I said, and one day I realised that a friend of mine, Jacqui,  who was attempting to buy a farm in Wales, had really started to struggle with the purchase.   I asked her if I could help out by having a little look at her home and that area generally to see if there was some energetic reason that was stopping the flow of abundance. 

She readily agreed and said my offer was most opportune as she was just about to start the first mindfulness retreat there and her guests were actually on their way. 

I set to, working up a survey of her own house which had been the main farm owners’ home in days gone by.     I could see various small elemental items and underground water courses, and some very strong earth energy lines crossing right at the central staircase…and something else….  Of course I’d just been reading Adrien’s book two on home healing and he had mentioned black magic.  I had never come across this at all….but here was  clear evidence that someone had been using black magic in a very specific and organised fashion.   Each room had a dark energy spot right in the centre of it and it was clear that it was a form of dark energy protection for the building and the occupants, whoever they might have been.    I dowsed that this was done in the 1980’s by a previous owner and so I cleared the energy from all the spaces and did whatever else was required. The lines started to flow again in good order and then I told Jacqui what was happening and what i had done.     This made complete sense to her as ever since moving there, she said she had been running just to keep still and was exhausted from it.    It is interesting that she had placed various power objects in some of the precise positions of the dark energy positions, but the dark energies were well established and had needed spirit work to clear them.      She was very anxious to have the cottages cleared as well as her guests were arriving very soon.  Fortunately I had the plans to all the buildings to hand already, so set to with three cottages, all set in a row running North to South. 

And this is really where the dark magic had been at work.   Whoever did this had worked intentionally to trap the very strong energy lines and use that energy for their own benefit.    There was a series of lines running the full length of the row of buildings and they had been pinned down and were obviously now stagnating as their natural flow had been so impeded.  Whatever had been the intention in doing this, it hadnt worked apparently, but whoever had done it hadn’t seen the sense of clearing up after themselves and I strongly suspect that the effects of this stagnation had affected all previous inhabitants of the buildings, right up to the present day.     After inviting the helpers to clear all this away I was very happy to be able to tell Jacqui that the place was now clear.   I do often go back and check the buildings I work on, and the people.    I suspect I will have to go back to that farm again, several times to make sure.  I’d also like to say of this place that upon a further survey of the land surrounding the farm complex, I discovered an immense network of energy lines which it may be possible to organise to the real benefit of the region and it’s inhabitants.  Jacqui is intent on a lot of re-wilding of the land and already has quite a large herd of rescue horses and donkeys there and there are plans to dig up large areas of concrete that are very ugly and plant trees and build ponds….  It will be a wonderful healing retreat one day soon. 

A few days after this happened and I was still digesting the meaning of this dark work by persons unknown, and I got to thinking about why someone would do this sort of thing.   Obviously for self-aggrandisement in some way and unfortunately one of the most obvious qualities humans have is that of acquisitiveness.   We love to think we can own stuff…whether it be animal, vegetable or mineral. If we see it, we tend to want it…and if we have the desire strongly enough, we usually take it for our own.  I would suggest however that this doesnt work for the earth energy lines, as if their flow is arrested, they will stagnate and suffer, as will the world around the blockage.  I got to wondering about how else this dark energy might be used and where and why.     Ever since I can remember, Politicians have seemingly got away with murder, and in recent years it’s been very evident that they are operating with hardly a care for truth or a care for honesty in actions that have been a clear benefit to themselves and their mates…and it has seemed to me that they are protected from prosecution for these sometimes obvious wrongdoings.   So…i just thought I’d have a look at the Parliament of the United Kingdom….Westminster. 

I drew the view of the buildings up on Google earth and started a very basic survey of the earth energy lines.    They were sited North to South down through the main complex of the buildings and had a crossing of lines as well.     Immediately I could see that there was also dark magic afoot and in fact the full North/South length of the buildings appears to have implanted in to the underground structure a line of dark energy spots, which was clear evidence that at some stage a serious work had been done here, again by persons unknown, and it had been there really quite a long time. 

  In fact, since 1814.    This was just a few years before the Houses of Parliament were rebuilt in their Gothic Revival manner by Pugin and others….  It also dowsed as having been placed there for the specific intention of bringing to fruition the British Empire and the success generally of the country.   It certainly achieved this as I was aware in the early ’60s that a lot of my school friends although English, came from all sorts of strange locations around the world and of course their parents were the servants of the remaining corners of this once great empire..   My mother recalled several times how when she was  a girl at school, practically the whole world map was coloured pink, denoting the Dominion of the British Empire.   We are fortunately very far away from that state now as that empire caused untold suffering around the globe, just as one could say the American empire has done in recent years. Unfortunately though, the British are still very high in the order of those that manufacture and provide the arms and materials of war around the world today. 

I did invite the spirits to cleanse the buildings and alter the energy to that which would benefit all peoples, not just the United Kingdom….I am sure this needs more work as well. 

After this I looked at the White House complex of buildings in America, and yes, strong earth energy lines and definite dark energy points in significant locations, especially in the U.S. Treasury.    Jerusalem was next on the list and it was easy to see the earth energy lines there all centred on the Dome of the Rock…but this time, just a single point of dark energy at the base of the Wailing Wall, Placed there in 1935…a time when the tribes of Israel were seriously making a come back. 

At this point, after posting these discoveries on the Facebook page of Earth Energy and Cosmic Alignments, and having received a goodly number of positive comments, I also heard for the first time about Soul Prisons, there being apparently one in Jerusalem and around the world also.    After my discoveries at Jacqui’s farm in Wales, I really wasn’t surprised….but a new Facebook friend, J… also suggested to me that I might look in to the situation in the town that I was born in, Battle in East Sussex, England.     

Battle used to be called Senlac and was, in 1066 the site of the Battle of Hastings, where the invading army of William of Normandy, overwhelmed the army of Harrold the Saxon king.    From that point on, William, who became known as William the Conqueror, quickly sent out his barons in to the rest of the country of England, that after the death of Harrold lay open before him, and established hundreds of fortified outposts, apparently over five hundred in all, many of which turned in to major stronghold castles. The Saxon overlords were summarily ejected and probably killed.  This takeover of the country happened amazingly quickly and within twenty years, William had created an established dynasty and system of rule of law that effectively lasts until today. 

Strangely, ever since I could remember, I had felt an extremely close bond with the Saxon soldiers who fought in this Battle.   I do know these men were on the back foot even before the battle began.    They had marched on foot at high speed from Stamford Bridge and a battle there in the North, all the way to the village of Senlac close by the South coast, arrived exhausted and then immediately faced a huge army of Norman soldiers, freshly embarked from their hundreds of ships, and who had brought with them horses and arms and food and all the equipment of war and had only travelled inland just a few miles from their landfall of Pevensey Bay. 

Initially, the Saxons held a good position on the high ground and the battle appeared to be well matched. At a certain point however, the Normans played a series of tricks, by appearing to fall back, turn and run.    The Saxon soldiery evidently thought they were defeated and ran down the hill after them, but in doing so lost their advantage of the high ground, became dispersed and effectively weakened…upon which point the Normans turned upon them with the full force of their whole army, including the cavalry and despite the urgent calls from Harrold and his officers for the men to return, the battle was rapidly lost.   During this battle, Harrold famously received the horrendous wound of an arrow in his eye from which he died.   At the site of the battle, there now stands Battle Abbey which was a monastery for a long while and is now a school. 

I was born just outside the town of Battle, on the hill which is named Caldbec Hill…it is where the Saxons were called back….but too late!! 

J…mentioned to me that there might be a Soul Prison in the town, and strange but true, I knew instantly where it would be as I had visited the town on a tour of reminiscence just two years before and had also visited the Abbey, actually for the very first time.    

I looked up the site of the Abbey on Google Earth and within moments had found the exact spot of the Soul Prison.    It was apparently a hole where all the bodies from the battle had been flung, both Norman and Saxon all together, just behind some storage caverns that  were set in to the hillside, just above the field where most of the battle had been fought.   I discovered that there were 1001 souls incarcerated there and it was an easy task to let them all go free.   I then dowsed for any earth energy lines and there was a star form of them meeting directly over the place of the prison.    It was evident then that there was a strong relationship between the earth energy lines and what someone had done to these souls and it could only mean that the entrapped souls were being used as some kind of power source.   It seemed likely that a dark magician, working for William had done this work, directly after the battle and further, it is very likely that William had similar done in all the strongholds that he had built soon after, thereby making a system of power, energised and connected to the earth energy lines that ran up and down and across the country of England….and personally I find that it is highly likely this really does still exist up until today. 

It is well known that many of the Barons that William gifted Saxon owned land to, still effectively own and rule that land through their descendants  and it is they who have held that power and wealth throughout the centuries, primarily of course for their own benefit. 

Interestingly, after extending some of the mapped earth energy lines, I saw that the most northerly one, having come from the south, through the site of the soul prison, ran over the fields a little way and then directly over the old farmhouse where I had been born!! 

Well!!    I was amazed to find out all of this and somewhat bemused that I had been the one to make this discovery….amazed that I was connected somehow to the soul prison via the earth energy line and amazed that I had been gifted the ability, not only of finding this out through dowsing, but also had the wherewithal to know how to invite the dismantling of the spell that held these souls trapped for nearly a thousand years. 

 I mulled this over for a couple of days and one evening whilst meditating, I got the urge to ask of the pendulum a few questions relating to my connection with this situation of the trapped souls.     Very quickly it became apparent that my birth had been a rarity.    How many children have been born in that area, directly on an earth energy line, which was connected directly to the prison?   Very, very few….perhaps just me, in all that time.   Then I understood from my questioning the pendulum, that there had been a Saxon soldier, killed in the battle, but not incarcerated in the prison and, I was told, he had waited for just such a circumstance as my birth on the line, to come and touch me…in some way…thus connecting me with the situation of the prison and his trapped mates and somehow bringing me to be the one to eventually release them.     The details I really do not know, of the how and why…but this is what I understood.   This soldier immediately passed on in to the light, his task finally completed, leaving me, the babe, at the mercy of the angry mother of my half-sister…and the rest of my life, which up until very recently has made very little sense to me.   Suddenly all the trials and tribulations do make sense.  Even to some extent the various illnesses from which I still suffer.  All of that personal history has brought me to this place now….where I feel very much that there is a very important work before me.      This may be the seeking out and discovery of the rest of the soul prisons that were doubtless set up during and since the reign of William… The dismantling of those prisons, and the setting free of the thousands upon thousands of the souls that I believe provide the power source for those that stole our lands and continue to hold our land right now. 

And what a tale that would make!!    You couldn’t make it up!!     …and I haven’t. 

Since this discovery I have left the situation of the trapped souls in England, to gather myself so to speak.      I did go with Regina to another town local to me in Belgium which is actually famed for it’s connection to witches as I believed we would find the sites of more burnings there.    In fact, what we did discover was another soul prison, established long ago by whoever was in charge of the Catholic church there at that time and again I had great pleasure in releasing those people’s souls from their long incarceration.     It’s very evident that the church of Rome knew all about the potential for a power grab by taking the knowledge for itself of the earth energy networks, and apparently dispensing with all others that knew anything of it, by burnings, murders and soul incarceration.   I suspect the nobility of the time would also know about this and would of course have been intimately connected to all these goings on as they effectively ruled the roost. 

I also was aware that Regina and I had left the very strong energy form that was emanating such negative vibes in the Church of St Pierre in Lessines….so I approached cautiously and remotely and discovered that there had been a guardian of the original sacred site, before the church was built and he had been incarcerated in the crypt of the church and was extremely pissed off at having been there for so long.    I invited him to be set free and I trust now he too is in the loving embrace of the angelic energy, his family and loved ones, basking in light and love and peace and grace. 

After this I was encouraged to visit one area of the World War One battlefield at Zandfoort on what had been the German side of the lines…there to meet two souls of young men that had been on either side of the conflict.    They arrived as I did, by the chapel at the end of the main street. We touched briefly and onward they too went.    

There was something to do with my own soul completion in this event and whatever it was I feel it will one day serve to assist in the work that has to be done clearing the battlefields there in the South of Belgium…of all those lads, from both sides, who underwent huge privations and fear under the guns and in the mud of the trenches…mainly at the behest of their so called rulers….with the churches on both sides urging them on in the name of God the Father…. How sick is that? 

…and I believe I know of another soul prison established at the Mausoleum for the dead at Verdun in France, site of the huge massacre of soldiers from both sides during the earlier years of that war.   There is so much work to be done!! 

But what will be the effect of all this dismantling of prisons…?   This is the question that intrigues me. I feel honoured to be here, now, right at this time. Apparently right at the centre. What a gift!!