Finding Peace At The Chalice Well
A trip to Glastonbury has been foremost on my mind for some time and just last week it unfolded for me, but not nearly in the way I had planned. If you have been following my Journey Through Avalon at all you will know that I had every intention of filming the experiences of Glastonbury Tor, the Chalice Well Gardens and much more for the benefit of those who have yet to experience it in person. This place is deeply linked to Christian history, but in it resides a much more balanced story of the christ, one which has largely escaped our modern history books.
The night before going to Glastonbury I stocked up on cameras so that there was no way that I would be without. The batteries were charged, and in two cases there was plenty of room for photographs to be taken. My lovely psychic girlfriend had given me forewarning that I needed to do this as I seemed to be going through my own personal retrograde. In the morning before we left I checked and everything seemed to be looking hunky dory. I get to Glastonbury and it is a wholly different story. It quickly became apparent that there would be very little way of filming this event, all the cameras packed in on in me in one way or another. One of them due to an oversight, but two of them due to unexplained reasons. I managed to get a few shots of the gardens with one camera before it packed in. That day was not going to be a day for following my plan, I had to surrender to a more divine plan.
Our first port of call on the journey was the Chalice Well Gardens, a place of peace and serenity that has attracted meditators for nearly a century. That day it was neither peaceful or serene, in my own mind or on the physical landscape. It just so happens that at this time there are a number of construction projects taking place on site and the noise of bulldozers, diggers and construction workers filled the air. I could feel myself getting agitated more now. I had to find somewhere where I could reconnect to myself.
The stream at the Chalice Well Gardens flows unceasingly (I shall write about this location more in the next blog, this one seems to be more about my internal process). I was feeling disconnected, unhappy about the lack of working cameras, the heavy feeling that I was letting down people who were expecting to see the videos of that day. It was not until I sat by the Chalice Well itself (picture at left) that I found some peace, under the yew tree that towers over the well lid with its vesica pisces.
I could feel my frustration at the way things had unfolded but I heard the whisperings of a voice that were encouraging me to let it go. I tuned into the peace of the well, the noise and din of construction having seemingly faded at this time. As I connected into that peace I could feel the other feelings begin to dissipate. Sure, they wanted to cling on, but something about that place did not allow them to. In time I found a place of inner peace and that I had not suppressed any feelings, but merely felt them and allowed them to pass.
In short, I did manage to relieve myself of the burden of apparent failure. I chose to surrender to divine plan for that day and after this point I went on to have a magical experience at both the Gardens and the Tor. I even managed to get some footage taken with a lower resolution camera, but not nearly as much as I had hoped. I did manage to drink copious amounts of the high vibration water, something that I will write about more in the next blog. Needless to say I had very cleansing dreams that night which included the mother of all cleanses, a tsunami dream. Despite the noise and commotion of the outer world it is possible to find inner peace.
It is a very handy thing that my parents have bought a home a few miles from the Preseli hills in Wales, a cool synchronicity in many ways. Anyone who is interested in the origins of Stonehenge will be as interested as I am about this beautiful landscape, for it is the place of origin of the famous bluestones that sit on the inside of the great circle. Thankfully we are not talking about mountains of the same scope as the great Rockies and the pilgrimage takes about 50 minutes from the entrance we chose. It took me back to a place and time where humanity lived in partnership with the earth.
As you scale the hills you have time to think about what you are approaching and you can imagine the precession of neolithic people who would have scaled these same hills many millennia ago. Researchers believe this area to be a sacred site as much as 4400 years ago and have found geometric relationships between the various cairns, burial grounds, that are on the site. It could well have been their temple. In our present time, as we are reminded more and more of the temple within our own heart, physical temples are not sought out as readily as they once were, a testament to the value of teachings at different times throughout humanity's evolution.
The walk up the mountain carried me through quite boggy ground; I wonder how boggy it would have been all those years ago for our ancestors. Sheep litter across the hills and you need to resign to the fact that you will be carrying their droppings on your boots whichever path you choose. At one point I almost lost my shoes in the sticky bog, which tried to drag me back, but thankfully there was just enough of a grip to pull them out of the shallow mud and carry on. The mud stands as a good metaphor for the muck we traverse on our pilgrimage from the head to the heart; It can slow us down, so ultimately it is just better to play in it!
Until you reach the top of the hill there is not much to be seen of the plateau that lies beneath, with great piles of bluestones gathered together in prominent peaks around the small valley. Once you reach the hilltop though, it is quite a marvel to the eyes. The walk between each of the big cairns is at least a 10 minute one, but it is worth it. You can climb them to enjoy the view that the ancestors would have had and take in the rich beauty of the surrounding welsh countryside. Wildlife is also abundant in these areas. At one point a Red Kite traveled below us on a thermal, keeping its eye on the ground for something that might make for a good dinner.
The bluestones themselves are an impressive site, as you can see in the picture of me standing beside them. I stand at 6'4" and most of these stones towered above me. The stones that adorn Stonehenge seem a little bit smaller than some of the ones I found here. At points along the trip I connected to these megaliths to see if they had any messages for me. They took me to visions of the precessions of people who walked along here in the past, their hearts and minds focused on their gratitude for the gifts from Gaia and God.
The story goes that Merlin was the one who brought the stones, all eighty of them, from the Preseli Hills to Stonehenge, 140 miles away in England. The method of transport is widely debated, and if the hills were as boggy then as they are today it would have been quite a challenge getting through the marshes. No wonder so many of us like the idea that Merlin employed some form of antigravity to take the stones across this distance. Perhaps it is because at some level of our being we know that is not an impossible feat for true masters.
After many moments of reflection at the top it was time to take the return journey, through the poop and bog, to the car awaiting us at the bottom, something that early humans would not have had the luxury of enjoying. My journey with these stones is just beginning and I am currently reading some research from people who have been observing them a much longer time. The knowledge of the geometry of the stars far exceeds what I learned in school and takes some time to fully comprehend.
Though I practice my meditation daily, a pilgrimage that I take with much less physical traveling, it is awe inspiring to take time and appreciate how those who came before us chose to honour and respect the land. Our present day humanity could learn something from these "barbarians" of the past, a term that I do not agree with at all when I think of these people. I believe they had an understanding of nature that exceeds what many "civilised" people have today. The more I tread their paths the more I learn about who they were as nations.
I have been in the UK for just a few days and it seems like already so much has happened, though none of it according to any preconceived plan. No sooner had I walked through the door and been greeted by Nicole than I found out that my youngest brother had been badly badly beaten by an attacker on his return from a night at the pub with friends. It felt like I was in a game of chess and had to decide how best to respond to somebody else's move.
Anyone who knows my brother knows that he is not the kind of person to aggravate fights, in fact his pacifism may be genetic, something that most of my family have inherited. What I did notice though was my own thoughts of wanting revenge, wanting to get the person who did this to my brother. I am sure I was not alone in this, my two other brothers were walking the streets trying to find out what happened. We are pretty tight as far as brothers go, and we do look out for each other. At the same time it showed me what I might be willing to do as part of that bond.
I observed the thoughts of revenge, of wanting to achieve something that suited me, but I have not acted upon them and will not. It was just interesting to notice them arise in my consciousness and allow for a higher consciousness to take charge. I think of the tight bond that the Knights Templar had, how they were brothers together and stood by one another in the most challenging of times. When we act upon our emotions there is usually some kind of attachment to the outcome that only leads to further suffering. Without attachment I believe that the justice I seek in this case will come by quicker. It may never get resolved in a court of law, the evidence at the moment is purely circumstantial, but I do know and trust that a man who has done that to another can never escape himself. Hopefully the police investigating the case will ensure that he does not do this to others.
And so, no matter how much I would like to act out my feelings of anger, I know that it would only result in more suffering for me and for others. The attacker has sealed his fate, whether it is through the courts of law or his own life experiences. Our focus as a family has been on the healing of my brother, supporting him how we can. He is downplaying the injury and reminds me of the black knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail; "It is just a flesh wound, I have had worse." The injuries are pretty severe and I am thankful that he is open to the recommendations of Nicole who specialises in somatic healing work with her energy healing practice.
Before I came out here I did receive a healing reading from a first nations elder who said that this trip would be healing for me on many levels and would benefit others who I had been like brothers with in other lifetimes. Perhaps it is the brothers that I have in this lifetime. I would never have guessed that my opportunity for healing would infold in this way. I have already shed tears over the idea that someone could do this to another person for no apparent reason. The fact that it was my brother brought it closer to home. Mindless violence saddens me. The attacker took nothing from my brother, despite him being in possession of a cell phone, money and a rather nice watch. Something else had compelled him to do this and that is what made me sad. The fact that somebody might carry this out for the sheer act of violence alone.
Whether this attacker was trying to prove something, whether he was high on drugs, or whether he suffers from some psychiatric condition, he has already altered the course of this adventure in Avalon. What I noticed was the ease with which I was able to yield to new plans for this trip and how, despite the severity of the situation, other plans new seem to unfolding in a much easier fashion. If I was in Avalon today I would not be delivering you high quality video productions, because I can barely keep my eyes open. Jet lag seems to be more challenging than usual. I also find myself with more time to study material related to the places I shall be soon traveling on this quest. I trust that the rest of this journey will unfold as it should, rather than as I think it should, but hopefully with fewer dramatic events. Either way, it makes for an interesting and healing quest.
Onwards to Avalon!
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