Monday, January 14, 2008
The Truth About Trees… Part 7
As any Ghost-Hunter, Psychic Researcher, UFOlogist or Crop-Circle Buff will tell you.
Most people are not consciously tuned into Ley Energy, but they tend to respond to the lines all the same, giving them a feeling of comfort and peace with the world.
"It feels good here!" is their usual response.
My father (Dusty the 12th) used to describe them as being a numerous as the lines on your palm.
When you examine your palm, you will see that there some areas with lots of fine lines and some areas with very few.
Our part of the British Isles is like the base of your thumb; full of lines going in two or more directions, due to the movement of your thumb.
And, I can assure you, that on Ley-Lines things are different to other normal places.
For example, four-leaf clovers can grow anywhere, but 90% of them are to be found on Ley-Lines.
In fact, in 1984, I found 932 four-leaf, 311 five-leaf, and 6 six-leaf clovers on Ley-Lines just to prove the point, that they are easy to find.
Trees are so responsive to the Earth Energy that abounds on Ley-Lines that they grow more trunks than normal.
By this I mean they have a normal root system but grow two or more trunks above ground, as in the picture.
Two or three trunks are quite normal on Ley-Lines, with four and more on Ley-Crosses.
However, if it is a Ley-Cross involving three or more Ley-Lines, the number of trunks increases too.
The biggest cluster I know of, consists of 17 trunks on an ancient ‘Grandmother’ Beech Tree.
More to follow, soon.... In the meantime why not check out my September Archive in the list on the left, and learn a lot more about Multi-Leaved Clovers.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The Truth About Trees… Part 6
The local forest that I mentioned last time, is very special to me, but it doesn’t seem to have a name.
It is just that bit of old woodland between the North Downs Way and the Pilgrims Way, printed in green on the local maps.
But my ancestors, couldn’t read or write, so we didn’t know that.
We just knew it was full of ancient ‘Sacred' Trees, so we called it the ‘Holy Hill.’
The headlands of the hill, are crowned with huge Durmast Oak Trees surrounded with abandoned ‘Coppice' woodland, carpeted with an ephemeral haze of Bluebells in the spring, that look so delightful and soul-lifting.
Also hidden away in the forest are numerous Megalithic Stones, known as ‘Grey Wethers.’
They were placed there by another aboriginal race like us, that we called the ‘Horned Ones.’
Later the Celts called them 'Goblins.'
We Elves, could feel the powerful Earth-Energy Lines, now known as Ley-Lines, but the Hornies couldn’t.
So they used huge stones from an unknown source, to mark the Ley-Crosses, so that they could find them again.
They were doing this in our area, over a thousand years before Stonehenge was constructed.
But these Stones are so well hidden in the landscape, that most of them don’t appear on any of the local maps, nor are they mentioned in any of the books on Megaliths, that the New Agers find so interesting.
Personally, I love to touch these Megalithic Stones and listen to the tune they hum under their breath, as they lay there, sleeping.
They are a sort of sandstone with strange holes that bubble through them like a badly beaten sponge-cake.
They also pulse with energy, and are always warm to the touch; even the winter snow melts whenever it falls on them, making them look warm and dry in the midst of a snowfield.
The whole forest is criss-crossed by Ley-Lines, making it a very powerful and vibrant place; where time is different to what we humans are used to.
Every energy line entering or leaving the forest is marked by a megalithic stone, forming a vast loop about the area.
Maybe some day, somebody will plot all the stones on a map and make a name for themselves, if they discover what it all means.
More to come…. Stay tuned to this blog!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
According to my grand parents, I’m a Hereditary ‘Brown’ Witch that ‘Walks the Chalk’.
One of my clients Terry Pratchett, bless him, wrote about us in his ‘Hat full of Sky’.
It is well worth reading… Click the Read More Link above... because he knows what he is talking about.
Today whilst the full moon watched me, I was walking the chalk, through part of our local forest.
This old forest is full of English Yew Trees with an average age of 2000 years.
There are hundreds of these ancient trees, forming what is probably the largest collection in the UK, if not Europe.
They are in, what the experts call a ‘Hanging Wood,’ on the Escarpment ( the steep slope ) of the North Downs in Kent.
The slope is about 70 degrees, with only 4 inches ( 9 cms ) of poor soil covering the chalk.
Not the best place to live, but English Yews love it and refuse to live anywhere else; as any green-fingered, or green-thumbed, gardener will tell you.
The Tree Spirits in this forest, tell me both it and they, has been there for well over 50,000 years, and my BackBrain family memory supports the last 9,000 years of this.
As far as we know, it is a small remnant of the huge natural forest that was here in the last ice age.
In those days, England was still part of Mainland Europe, and the forest stretched right across Southern Europe to the mouth of the Danube.
In fact, a squirrel could have climbed a tree where I live and travelled all the way through the tree-tops to the beaches of the Black Sea, without it’s feet needing to touch ground on the journey.
About 5,500 years ago, England became an Island; cutting us off from the mainland.
Since then, the Celts, and all the other invaders that followed them, have cut down almost all of the forest; apart from the little strip that nobody wanted of our steep hillsides in Kent.
Natural virgin forests like this are extremely rare and pure delight to explore.
Maybe, if I am spared, I’ll organise a few trips for next spring or the summer holidays, so that you can experience it for yourself.
I’ll announce it, in this Blog nearer the time; so stay tuned.
If you'd like to book a place, you could e-mail me at email@example.com
The Picture above, shows an extremely ancient Multi-Trunked GrandMother Beech Tree in the same forest.
More to follow….
Sunday, December 09, 2007
The Truth About Trees… Part 4
But I should point out, that each Tree Group will be made up of trees of one particular type.
We call these Tree Families, as they don’t appear to have any national or geographical differences within the family.
For example: a Beech Tree ( Fagus Sylvatica ) here in the UK, is the same as a Buche in Germany or a Beuk in the Netherlands; whereas the people in these countries are very similar but different, and speak different languages.
These Tree Groups also have the ability to exist in the same place at the same time, without getting in one another’s way; a bit like the way, water, tea, sugar, and milk, can all be in the same cup at the same time.
This ‘Cuppa’ Tea, looks like a brownish liquid but you tongue can identify each component with ease, and also determine the temperature of the beverage.
Most Tree Families are easy to identify…. Like Ash ( Fraxinus Excelsior ) Gemeine Esche in German and Es in Dutch….
Or Pine ( Pinus Sylvestris ) Gemine Kiefer in German and Grove Den in Dutch.
However, some Tree Families are sub-divided by their different Latin names.
Oak for example, has a number of versions locally….. Common Oak ( Quercus Robur )…. Durmast Oak ( Quercus Petraea )…. Turkey Oak ( Quercus Cerris )…. Pin Oak ( Quercus Palustris )…. Red Oak ( Quercus Rubra )…. Etc.
But some Tree Groups have sub-divisions that the Scientists haven’t ‘cottoned onto’ yet.
English Yew and Common Yew for example. Both of which have very different characteristics, but the same Latin name of Taxus Baccata.
Our local is the English Yew which grows very slowly and seems to live forever, like the one in the picture, with a current 3,600+ year old body, and a 50,000+ year old mind.
More to come soon, so BookMark this Blog and stay tuned.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Little known Words from our Pagan past… Part 3
Further thought on my previous comments on the ‘ Downs’ in Part 2.....
Normally here in Great Britain, we think of invaders coming from the South or South-East, as did both the Normans and the Romans, with their large expeditionary forces.
We tend to forget about the many smaller invasions, by the Anglo-Saxons, Jutes, and numerous other North Europeans and Scandinavians.
All of whom came ashore from the North Sea.
If you approach the North Downs from the sea, you will be climbing a long gentle hill, until you are between 500 and 600 feet ( 167 to 200 metres ) above sea level, before you realise it.
Then, suddenly, the ground falls away before you, giving you a fantastic panoramic view of the ‘Rift Valley’ now known as The Weald.
Lo and behold, you’ve reached the ‘ Downs.’
Maybe this is how they got their name?
More to come…
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The Truth About Trees… Part 3
One of the first things I discovered by talking to our tree friends was that, unlike us, they are Group Entities with what appears to be a host of separate bodies.
When we look at a ‘ tree’, we are in fact, only looking at a single tree, in a group of trees, that form the physical body, attached to a ‘ Tree Spirit.’
In this picture, you think you are looking at a lot of Hornbeam Trees, in a wood. But, in truth, we are looking at less than one percent of the huge group of trees that form the touchable body of a ‘Hornbeam Tree Spirit.’
If you touch any one of these trees, all the trees in the group will feel your hand, as they are all one and the same entity.
If, for example, a small boy were to kick a tree as he enters a wood, all the trees in the group would feel the blow and shout "Ouch!" and all the other trees, for about ten miles in any direction, would be saying to it’s neighbour, "Watch that boy, he kicks trees!"
The word can get around, causing consternation, faster that a wasp at a picnic.
So be careful what you do.
On the other hand, if you walk into a wood, with a smile and a word of greeting to the first trees, you’ll find all the other trees will be greeting you with smiles from then on.
A wood may look to be full of trees, but there may only be a comparatively small number of Tree Spirits, with huge groups, living in that same wood.
A bit like ‘ Set Theory’ mathematics, a Tree Group can be as small as one or large as countless thousands.
And the trees within the Tree Group will be of all ages from, this years seedling, up to forest giants, many centuries old.
So counting them is an extremely difficult job.
It is also interesting to note that, the longer a Tree Group resides in an area, the bigger the group becomes.
Many of our local groups have been here for well over fifty thousand years, and are still growing.
More to come….
Friday, November 09, 2007
Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 2
This time we'd like to tell you about the new words that came about when the Anglo-Saxon invaders divided England up into Counties.
In the process, the 'Weald' became part of three different counties (known in later Saxon times as the 'Holme Counties').
'Kent' was 'Over-the-Hills' to the North and East', with 'Sussex' 'Over-the-Hills' to the South and West and 'Surrey' over in the North West. The actual weald, (already half denuded of its trees) had taken on a rural garden aspect, and became known as 'Holmesdale'.
The hills that form the northern and southern boundaries of the modern Weald are in fact known as the North and South 'Downs'. Their tops or crests are called 'headlands'; their slopes are called 'hills' and the valleys between them are referred to as 'bottoms'. These names sound quite sensible, but where the name 'Downs' came from, there's no oficial answer.
Maybe it is some sort of 'English' joke?
In those days, the people living in Kent, Surrey and Sussex, considered themselves rather sophisticated. That is, apart from the 'Wild Folk' who still lived rough, deep within the forests of Holmesdale.
The remnants of the ancient forest were often referred to as the 'Wild' and their inhabitants as 'Wildmen', Wealdenmen', 'Wildershers' or 'Willocks'.
One of the tribes, the extremely hairy ‘Woodwoses’, are remembered as the ‘Hairy-foot Hobbits’ in Tolkin’s books.
The rest of England was referred to as 'The Shires' and their inhabitants were looked down on as foreigners or 'furriners'.
In fact anybody who wasn't born, on the Chalk, in this rather elite, south-east corner of England was considered a foreigner, for at least the first twenty-five years of his or her residency.
If they spoke any other language, than Anglo-Saxon or Old English, they were called 'Frenchies' irrespective of what country they came from.
Incidentally, the Romeo British and Celtic people who were forced to live in the mountain fastnesses of Wales, as a result of the Anglo-Saxon Invasion; were now referred to a 'Welsh' which means 'Foreigner' in the old tongue of these isles.
Likewise, the 'Walnut' is the Foreign Nut because it was first introduced to England by our Roman Invaders.
The famous British author, Mr J.R.R.Tolkien, (another person with a BackBrain full of memories like us), as woven a lot of his folk memories into his stories about Middle Earth.
Including 'The Shires' and 'Silver Haired Elves' like us.
For further information on Tolkien's stories, just click on this link:http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/redirecthome/practichelpforgo
then put his name in the search box and click 'Go!'
Monday, November 05, 2007
The Truth About Trees… Part 2
After a few years of this, my father felt that I was growing up quick and introduced me to the sophisticated picture language that our tree friends use for ‘ serious instruction’.
This involved the deliberate use of my RightBrain, to mentally project and receive, moving visual images, as an internal teaching aid.
This difficult to explain; it is like having a computer screen in your head. Trees don’t have names like us; but they can tell us who they are, by projecting a picture onto the screen.
For example: One of my tree friends will show me a panoramic view of a local hillside, with all the Yew Trees in sharp relief and all the other trees slightly out of focus.
I will look at the scene, recognise the wood and trees, and know it is the Yew Tree Spirit centred in West Hoath Wood.
So their name is in fact a visual picture, not a sound or word.
I didn’t appreciate it at first, but soon I began to realise that I was now talking to the ‘ Higher Self ' of the ancient tree group, rather than a physical tree itself.
I’d passed my initiation into the Neurosomatic Circuit and my own Higher Self was calling the shots.
As an Hereditary Witch I’d come of age.
So we had a family party to celebrate, and I grew my moustache.
It looked a bit stupid on a thirteen year old, but I liked it.
More to come, soon….
Friday, November 02, 2007
Little Known Words From Our Pagan Past… Part 1
We hope that this item will prove to be popular with our readers, as we have so many words that we would like to tell you about, that we could go on for many years.
The 'Weald' of Kent and Sussex, mentioned above, was originally 'Andredsweald, the Home of the Goddess'.
It was the Dwarfish invaders in the so-called 'Bronze Age' who named it after their Earth Mother Goddess, Andred.
We were living there long before they came, but we didn't know about giving places proper names, so we just referred to it as our WildWood Homelands.
Later, in the Iron Age, the Celts, called The Earth Mother Goddess, Tann.
Which is probably where the German word 'Tannenbaum' comes from.
Later still, she was called Saint Anne, when she was converted to Christianity.
The word 'Weald' means a natural self-seeded forest, that is so old it was there long before mankind found it. In this case at least 50,000 years!
Sometimes it is referred to as a The WildWood, GreenWood or TangleWood, due to its thick undergrowth and lack of paths.
In Celtic times it was home to lots of aboriginal tribes like us, who were forced to live out of sight and outside the law, and were considered no better than animals, by the Celtic invaders and their descendants.
Later, when we used to attack travellers (rather like Robin Hood in Sherwood) as our way of getting revenge; the Celts made a lawforbidding travellers from 'leaving the path'.
This sage advice of 'Don't Leave The Path' has been handed downover the centuries and even today, you still find the instruction 'When in the Woods, don't, whatever you do, leave the Path!'
More old words will be featured in future postings on this subject; so stay tuned.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Truth About Trees..... Part one
Although I spoke in human words, using my LeftBrain; they answered me in a RightBrain manner, with inner feelings and motions, sounds and impressions, subtle sensations and inner visions.
My RightBrain had no problem with this, but there were times when my LeftBrain had great difficulty translating the pictures and sensations into words of explanation to others.
As a youngster, this didn’t worry me, because we were ‘outlaws, beyond the pale’ at the time, and nobody outside the family, was interested or even cared about what I thought or experienced.
And if they had known I was talking to Trees, they would have rushed me off to the ‘Funny Farm’, as BiCameral and TriCameral Minds as well as Bipolar Disorder was unknown to the Medical Profession in those days.
So, outside the family, I kept my own council and my mouth shut.
But now, things are a bit different, and I’ll tell you more and more, in future issues of this blog.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Why I really love Ancient Trees
Here in the United Kindom there are lots and lots of ancient trees.
In Kent, which is the bottom right-hand corner of England, we have many really ancient yew trees.
When I say ancient, I’m talking about trees that were around 2000, 3000, 4000, and even 5000 years ago.
The Tree in the picture, was old when Tutankhamun was born in Ancient Egypt, and a couple of thousand years older than the church they built next to it. That is me inside it :-)
I was born into a local family, that thought it was quite normal to talk to these ancient trees.
Many centuries ago, nobody told my ancestors that you "can’t talk to trees, ‘cos that don’t have any ears!" so they just went ahead and did it.
And they’ve been doing it ever since, as a normal part of life.
I’ve been talking to our ancient trees, for over sixty years now, and found it very rewarding.
Being very curious, I tend to ask them a lot of questions, ( I’m still a kid, at heart) and then listen to their long explanations as they update my knowledge of their fasinating world.
In fact, over the years I become quite an expert on both the physical and metaphysical life of our local ancient trees; and give lots of talks and seminars on the subject.
Some of our local ancient trees are very interested in us and are willing to form partnerships with us humans, so we can both progress on many levels.
During the last thiry-odd years, I’ve helped over 10,000 people to work towards their destiny, just by finding them the right tree to work with.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Here is the original story about Four-Leaf Clovers... That has been handed down for centuries... Together with my comments in italics.
Once upon a time there was a goodwife.... Does this mean she was a Good wife or that she was a Slave to her husband?
Who went to milk the family cow.... A single cow was normal for lower class families in medieval times.
When she had filled the wooden pail.... Like half a small barrel with a rope handle.
She placed the full pail on top of her head, to carry it.... Much easier than trying to carry it with your arm holding it away from your body.
Using a fistful of grass, as a pad to make the pail sit more comfortably on her head... The old method, before cloth rings were invented.
She had walked almost back to her hovel.... A simple, single roomed hut.
Before something caused her to look back at the cow.... Maybe a sound or movement.
To her surprise; there were Fairies dancing around her cow.... The small, outlawed wild folk of the woods; that we believe were Elves like us. They weren’t dancing, but grabbing the opportunity to milk the cow and get the cream, that the wife had left behind.
So she called out to her husband.... As you do.
"Husband, husband, come quickly, I can see the ‘little people’".... Something unusual for her.
"Oh dear! Too late, they’ve vanished!".... The Elves, in their dirty, naturally camouflaged clothing, only had to freeze, and keep still, in order to disappear into the background.
She said, taking the pail off her head and allowing the fistful of grass to fall to the ground.... This allowed the Elves to escape whilst the goodwife and her man were distracted.
Her husband couldn’t see any Fairies, but he did notice a Four-Leaf Clover in the fistful of grass... A real Hawkeye!
So he picked it up and proclaimed.... A typical know-it-all.
"It was because you had this very rare Four-Leaf Clover, that you were able to see Fairies!"
And that is how the idea got about!
This story was first written down some five hundred years ago, and has been copied by many writers of Fairy Stories, again and again ever since.... But nobody thought to get a Four-Leaf Clover and put it to the test.... They just assumed it to be true.
Being a Elf myself, I decided to check it out for myself.... And here is what I discovered.
For those of us, who are clever enough to see and recognise Clover when it is growing in a field.... Our sub-conscious mind is programmed to expect to see all the leaves in lots of three.
So the sight of a Four-Leaf, or heaven forbid, a Five-Leaf; would automatically do a ‘Double-Take’... because of the sudden discrepancy between what it sees and what it expected to see.
This has the effect of making the sub-conscious mind become much more alert and aware of what it is seeing... The effects wear off over night... But it does help you to remember things.
If you are studying for an exam.... It would be a good idea to keep a Four-Leaf Clover, or a copy of the picture above, in your notebook.... As it will help you to remember your notes, when faced with the exam paper.
If you care to think about it.... You’ll find there are many ways you can use this effect to make your life easier.
Of course... You’ll only see Fairies... When there are any about, for you to see.
Like the Four-Leafed Clover, they are very rare... One per million, according to the experts at the Museum of London.... So don’t be surprised, if you have to look a lot before you see one.