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Sacred Sites Alchemy
Sacred Sites - Alchemy Avalon P1 - Henge Circles
By Freya Savitri Sampson
Henge Circles, like every other Sacred Site I’ve visited have a way of revealing themselves, as and when they perceive their guest is ready. They don’t just give over all their secrets. They are Ancient, and with age comes patience and wisdom. They listen with invisible ears to the frequencies emitted from one’s heart, consciousness and cellular memory. They too, have cellular memory, as does everyone and everything in creation.
It seemed almost surreal to be inside Stone Henge, I felt transported to times and experiences echoing through my being, the quiet voice of my soul whispering to my heart. We were blessed, so few people are permitted to enter this ancient place in the here and now. Most looking on in awe, only able to view from a considerable distance.
It was almost overwhelming, the desire to touch the menhirs, however a security guard would remove one’s person quick smart, with no further opportunity granted to be inside the henge again in the future. Almost everything about the context of this visit was bizarre; it was almost as though I was viewing the scene from someone else’s perspective, someone in another time. The tourists, the security guards... I mused at the absurdity of it all.
Solstice draws close and our small band of shaman unify in ceremony. Our group moved around the henge stones, our leader sounding a small Tibetan singing bowl, the sound reverberating off the enormous Menhirs and amplifying the time-warp sensation I was feeling in the henge. The grass between the Menhirs green and soft underfoot, consciously, intentionally, taking each step, keenly observing each Menhir, not simply how it appeared, more-so how it responded to my presence, and subtle communion.
Crossing the threshold between two Menhirs, a wave of energy and cellular memory washed through
me, whilst simultaneously, ‘Squeeeeeeeeeeeak!’ A mouse beside the Menhir squealed at the top of its lungs. Scrutiny, one of the many gifts a mouse totem brings. I got the message; this Menhir is the one my super-conscious had been seeking. I resolved to come and sit with it when we had our personal time in the Henge.
My human mind wandered for a moment, wondering where would I find myself when I entered the inner worlds with this Ancient Menhir? Time in the Stone Henge was limited, pulling myself back to centre, no time for the idle monkey mind.
Inward now, listening to my Higher-Self and Team in Spirit... “Is there something important you’d like to show me or sometime or place you’d like to take me today?” The portal opened, stepping through, into the same place at another time. On the other side a grey clad Druid, tall and thin, long hair and beard. We gazed at one another in silent recognition, before he disappeared into the mystery, transforming the scene over and over to reveal the sacred work of days long passed. Finally now, revealing the storm and wind, the darkened sky, and conjuring at the turning of an Age - what then was hidden by the veil... and time, the veil that he and Vivienne pulled across the land and sea. Blinding the eyes of those whose hearts are closed, and now those who believe in pre-history. Arriving back in my body, in this time and space, synchronised with our departure, I arose.
Three days later our band gathered at Avebury Henge, the largest Henge Circle in England. Its feeling is distinctly feminine, in contrast to Stone Henge. Our band once more walked the circle, each step an intended, continuously, consciously aware act.
The countryside is much different here. Surrounded by Druid trees, whispering, beckoning. They are amongst the dearest to my heart in the world.
With no ceremony to perform our walk was not scripted. A personal experience, some in small groups, others solitary in their journey. As before, my being sought union with this Sacred place. As before, I crossed the threshold, mid-way between two of the well-spaced Menhirs, cellular memory returned, flooding my being, as a mouse leapt high into the air, diving into the yarrow surrounding the Menhir before me. This time I cried out, recognising my place in the circle of sisters, who wielding the power of the word, casting a protective glamour on the world for aeons to come.
Tears flowing down my face, both in happiness and grief. The line of energy between this Avebury Menhir and the one in Stone Henge, still strong, across time and space. The flowers in the grass and herbs were all I could see, as I wept for the Goddess, for the kinship we humans once had, our oneness with nature, with bird, tree, animal, stone and sea.
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