The Tor : Mary and Michael Crossing by Liz O'Neill |
Previously: Cordelia chuckled. I looked at her quizzically. “Funny you should mention being transported. This clearly has the energy of a vortex.” She waggled her hands from the middle of the stone upward. I had a strange sense of panic as if I were going to be trajected somewhere to another space, in another lifetime. ********* My strength was severely sapped, sensing a weighted-down energy. This was a forlorn spirit, devoid of any hope. “Just as I thought, totally different.” I had to agree. The mood was darker, pushing us away from the stone. “It’s as if this side is protecting the spirits of the front.” “Or trying to isolate them. It’s the Michael line.” I could feel just what she was talking about. After dowsing a respectful request, I was granted permission to take a panorama shot of them. There was so much more to explore. As with Stonehenge, no one is certain why or who put those stones there, or where they came from, or how they got there. It was all too fascinating, and the energy there was definitely a result of the fluffy Mary line. I hadn’t told Cordelia the connections. “ When I was reading about this region, it said “Oh, that will be in a few days when we’re supposed to play our harps as we walk the labyrinth. We’ll see. We haven’t firmed up that performance yet. I’m leaning toward the speculation that we won’t. It might be too cumbersome. I think it was a group member’s idea to reenact the historical ceremonies they used to have there. The energy produced would be exhilarating, though.” We moved on to the next section. There seemed to be sheep pastures we were passing through. Cordelia wanted to measure the aura energy of the first stone we saw in the distance. “Let’s measure the aura of that stone over there. We’ll keep walking ‘til we can feel the energy. We’ll see if we stop at the same measured distance.” I had to remove my pendant, used for dowsing. She, of course, was just going to ‘inner dowse’. “Oh, you’re wearing that beautiful yoga goddess pendant. And those are opals on the feet and is the face a moonstone? Is that a ruby in the center?” “Yes, I wear this all of the time. It is very special to me." I swung my pendulum in a ‘no’ motion until it switched to a side to side direction, indicating I had reached the energy field of that stone. I looked to my left. It felt almost like the energy of a generator of some kind. We remained close to it, feeling rejuvenated. I just stood, enjoying the whole scene. It was their dance. As I watched, there appeared to be three figures within the stone. My camera bizarrely picked up those three figures dancing in a haze. My attention was drawn to a stone that was a bit of an optical illusion. It reminded me of those puzzles or games where we are supposed to see how many faces we can identify in trees and clouds. Here, far away from home, it was a giant stone. The first aspect that drew me to the stone was its resemblance to a giant monkey head sitting in the short grass. But upon pausing, I could see a wolf head and several faces. It was thrilling to know I’d have more optics to play around with later, as I snapped one angle after another, as in a photo-shoot. Time was waning, and we still had Silbury Hill to walk to. It wasn’t far, but I was glad I was clad in purple Asics running shoes, not that I was going to be running anywhere, but they were lighter than other sneakers. We weren’t certain what we were going to see or feel. Only the scuffing of extremely tired feet attached to two extremely weary beings could be heard as we pensively walked the dirt road toward our final experience of the day. The air was devoid of any sound as this phenomenon stood unyielding before us. What an honor to witness this result of many buckets of dirt, as it is reported to have been built. There would be no way to get closer, but we didn’t feel the need. This was definitely where the Michael line was crossing. Yet there was a fluffiness in the air. Mary was there too. We felt humbled, eyes fixed on a stalwart, which had endured for centuries. There was a feeling of balance. No matter how rough things might get, I knew I would be okay. I finally broke the silence, still in a respectful low voice. “The thing that’s so cool about this, is its reported similarity to the one on Mars. From the pictures I’ve seen, I would have to agree.” Cordelia said in an excited whisper, “And look, it even has a ditch around it like the one on Mars. So cool.” She sighed pleasantly. “I’m so glad I asked you, to find the energy places. You have done a great job. I wonder what more power spots we will encounter.” A chill made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. “Well, we should head back to the car. The sun is going to set soon. I want to be able to find our way back as easily as we had, getting here.” “It’s so nice you’re driving, Cordelia. I’m not sure how I’d do finding our way back. Maybe I can drive when we strike out for Glastonbury.” Another chill wriggled up my back.
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