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Elephant in the Room
Sacred Sites - Alchemy Avalon Tintagel, King Arthur and Merlins Cave By Freya Savitri Sampson
A winding path leads to Tintagel’s Castle ruins, the ancient castle, atop the craggy cliffs, stretching o’er the grass-covered hills.
At first sight, a warm feeling awakens in my heart, like greeting an old friend whom one hasn’t seen in what seems an age. The vibrant green grass and the blue sea, reflecting the grey overcast skies transport my senses to a time of old.
My shamanic senses attune, now perceiving ‘ye olde’ world folk in common and fair dress, going about their day. Soldiers guarding their keep and Kingdom, fair ladies gazed wistfully over the sea, minds wandering, traversing through wonder to lands far beyond.
My scrying is interrupted as our leaders; Master Shaman Raym and Chicchan, guide us to an area off the beaten track, where we gather around the fabled King Arthur’s footprint. Now, each placing our own foot in his stead and declaring our intention to serve light, unconditional love and the unfurling divine plan of peace. Our prayers and statements were witnessed by one another and the Goddess, ever present in the wind, land and sea. My body resounds with the response from my soul, as truth bumps arise over my skin, head to toe, as every tiny chakra and meridian are filled with the blessings from the eternal font of the Source of Absolute Truth, Wisdom, Unconditional Love and Grace.
Our party moves through the landscape united in our hearts, each finding our way, drawn to different areas of the ruins, spectacular in their essence, evoking cellular memory. The air is fresh and clean, and the breeze adds to the mystery of this magical place, as it whisks away these sensed knowing’s just before they materialise as visceral memory. I daren’t chase them through my Akasha, rather I stay in receptive listening, consciousfeeling repose.
Our merry band with smiling faces and shining eyes stand on top of the immense staircase that leads down to the sheltered cove below. Here awaits us Merlins Cave, little did I know, some of its wonders were soon to be revealed...
A bright student had gifted me a sacred tool, Lemurian and Atlantean in nature, I took it into Merlin’s domain. Inspired, I squat down over a rock pool inside the cave, the tide now out, its bedrock exposed. Centring myself, a vortex opens, transported - intimately experiencing the sight beholden from every sea creature in the ocean’s eyes, as one.
Awed, though present with the experience I inwardly asked, ‘What it would be like to view through an individual creature’s eyes?’ The rhythm moves, changing from one moment to the next, a moment is all that was required to feel into each of their ego vehicles and natures. I explored these new relationships. Again, I quested, ‘what if I wanted to go onto land?’ Instantly I was in an adorable cheeky creature. I giggled outwardly, recognising its being before its form, a sea otter!
The little grey-brown being scarpered up the rocks to the grassy seaside. To my surprise, there was a small red-striped tent, as one would see in a movie. Knights in shining armour engaged in strategic planning, next moves now revealed, I left the otter’s vehicle, and exited my altered state, becoming aware of the tunnelled cave surrounding me.
Removing the sacred tool from the pool of salt water, a miniature version of the Celtic Sea, which surrendered a part of itself to be held for a time, would be reclaimed, with the turning of the tide, revealed new yet ancient shamanic wisdom memories to add to its expanse. All the oceans will remember, and be remembered as the mer-lineage waters of life that they are. Deep in the cave, I join our group, Chicchan now sky clad, diving into the icy waters. Her bright shining eyes glowing with her soul’s light like that sweet and cheeky otter...
‘Raym,’ I catch his attention and share my experience. ‘Yes! That’s exactly how we used to do it... “Write it down,” he says. Etched in my cellular memory every feeling every nuance... the memory of life as a Druid long ago, I write it down now, to share with each of you.
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Image Credit: Supplied by Freya Sampson
