‘Energy Can’t Be Copied’

It was a mic drop moment. “Energy can’t be copied,” RK interjected, during a round-table discussion at my recent workshop. [RK is the Spirit of Rudyard Kipling]. I channelled the words, but was as blown away as everyone else. We put our pens and ourselves down and looked at each other. “Wow”.

The power of the moment was multi-dimensional: pure electric presence as wisdom landed from another realm onto the table between us. A genius moment of insight in relation to our work and creativity in the world. The notion that ‘energy cannot be copied’ is not one I had considered before, not in that way … the way it was delivered. None of us had, it seemed. Of course it can’t be copied … and of course our creative work is valuable. Of course, of course, of course.

But it goes further than that, cutting through to the nature of reality, into our relationship with ‘time’ and much more. If everything is energy and energy cannot be copied, we enter a paradigm shift. There is no competition, no replication – no ‘past’ or ‘future’ – only the attracting and dispelling forces of a universe in flux and order, organising itself around us and through us, as we, in turn, affect it. Understanding this principle fundamentally changes everything. It frees our spirit, brings an influx of self-knowledge … and possibly, self-forgiveness.

Maintaining this energetic awareness is the key. We can so easily forget, pulled into the many patterns and illusions of a collective narrative which traps our creative spirit and sharpness of mind. We are more unique and free – and connected – than we realise: attractors and transmuters of energy; not dulled or lifeless copies. When we recognise that everything has more energy – and permutations of energy – than we initially notice, we can observe the underlying energetic infrastructure and reciprocal nature of a reality constructed of multiple dimensions and possibilities. Not copied, but connected. Alive and synchronised.

Just as that moment was.

Love,

Delilah

1 Feb 2025

The Simple Intention

It was the simplest and most complex of questions: “What is an intention, and how do we set them?”

There are many books on the subject – the power of intention is a fundamental nature of consciousness – but my context is always the underlying energy: of the moment, the emotion, the desire. How, in answering, do I describe the energy of an intention – when the whole of life is an intention?

Here are some reflections:

• Intentions are moments of divine creativity. They are thoughts placed into time and space … and therefore, action. What is specifically intended becomes a conglomeration, or collection, of energy … into being. We are always thinking, therefore we are never not intending. The clearer and more aligned our thoughts, the simpler and more powerful our intentions.

• When I lead an Intention Setting Workshop I always include an energy tune-up. I guide participants into alignment with the energy of the intentions first: gathering from the senses and underlying psyche by reflecting upon and releasing the old – what has passed but may still be present – then, identifying (consciously or unconsciously) anything which may be preventing the true wishes to come through. In aligning the underlying psyche (including our emotions, thoughts and physicality) we create space and permission for the unrestricted wish or truth.

• All wishes are intentions and all intentions are calculated projections; even if they don’t seem it at the time. An ease, softness and grace around this helps the body and soul settle, so the heart, gut and mind can include their desires. Then, inspiration can land. Finally, an alignment energetically to the updated awareness.

• Intentions must be held lightly and with loving-intention. A ‘to-do’ list does not have the grace of uncovered and silently heard streams of consciousness. Writing – by hand (preferably on loose paper so it is not self-censored) – what wishes to emerge is often the kindest way of discovering hidden gems within. And then, they can be practically applied: small bite-sized intentions of action, or non-action, whatever the case may be. It is always the energy behind the action (is it chosen with love, or with fear) which is most powerful and lasting.

• Once we become more practiced at this, intentions can be placed into any timeline: a year, a day … a moment, even. Personally, I currently like to hold them weekly (a word, chosen on a Monday morning, to subtly influence the background and underlying energy of my week) and also for each specific moment: a meal, a meeting … how I step into a room … how I breathe. After a while, they become a continuous guiding force … and then life really becomes magical.

Love,

Delilah

30 Jan 2025

A Multi-Dimensional Conversation

At the weekend I held a one-day workshop with my spirit guide R.K. in a gorgeous room overlooking Green Park, London. Eleven of us gathered to discuss, share and connect through the concepts and energy within my book, A Metaphysical Conversation with Rudyard Kipling. But it went wider than that: an energy tune-up for 2025, thoughtful comments and personal reflections – learning from each other – interjected by laughter and humour … and many wise observations and in-the-moment contributions from R.K. himself, channelled through me. A truly multi-dimensional, multi-faceted day of discussion with far-reaching possibilities. ‘It was an energetic transmission’, he later told me. It certainly felt powerful.

The chosen venue was one Kipling used to frequent when alive. We walked some of the streets described in the ‘A Walk with Spirit’ chapter in the book. It was a bright clear day – the buildings shone: a reminder to look up and observe more as we walk the streets of our capital city. We really are just passing through time; in the footsteps of others, while creating new footsteps for the energies to come. It’s in this ‘between’ness’ the transmissions come.

And on Saturday, we were all listening.

At the table and on the walk.

Because, in some way, we all walk with spirit: our own inner spirit, the spirit of the land and place, and also the spirit of divine guidance. Our time together was a tangible and tantalising reminder of that.

Connected and spirited.

May you walk in spirit today and every day.

Love,

Delilah

13 Jan 2025

January Light

January light - in Dorset.

Happy New Year to you and yours.

The colours of the light in January – of what I notice at the start of a new timeline – subtly influence the energy of the ensuing period as a whole. The bright, almost blinding, winter white light … and also, this year, a creatively amber hue.

Colours influence us more than we realise – messages of guidance, I like to think :)

What tinges and tones have you noticed?

Love,

Delilah

3 Jan 2025

My Top Picks From 2024

I love this time of year – the liminal space between the Solstice and the start of the new calendar year – when I can feel energy moving and rearranging itself. I like to list the highlights of my year, including the books / films / music etc which have been most impactful … those which effortlessly come to mind and which will not leave my mind. The retrospective awareness of what I have been digesting (and at times inhaling) creates a ‘joining-the-dots’ picture of emerging themes, as well as new data for the year ahead.

Here are a few of my highlights of 2024:

Favourite book: The Search for Hidden Sacred Knowledge by Dolores Cannon. The contents of this book fascinated me, pushing at the boundaries of possibility whilst simultaneously eliciting resonance and recognition ( … and was synchronistically complemented by Season 2 of Graham Hancock’s Ancient Apocalypse).

Also an ongoing favourite book: Hilma af Klint - Notes and Methods. I find the sacredly coded artwork of Hilma af Klint very powerful – randomly opening this beautiful book, letting the energies influence my day and creativity.

Favourite podcast: There are so many podcasts to rave about (aside from my own :)). I listen to them when driving; mostly selections from Rick Rubin’s Tetragrammaton podcast (check out the Es Devlin episode) or the Tim Ferriss podcast (check out the David Whyte or Jon Batiste episode). But the stand-out podcast episode for me has been Joe Rogan’s interview of Terrence Howard. It’s crazy and mind-bending and also not … in places echoing concepts channelled in my book The Teachings of Mr P. I have found it exciting to hear similar views around ‘no zero’, gravity, an alternative mathematics, etc.

Favourite film: Anyone who knows me well knows how sensitive I am to violence and suspense in films. Annoyingly so, at times. But The Tape (thank you Sandra, for recommending) ticked every box for me – ‘watchable’ and beautiful, its storyline and songs remaining with me for weeks. Martha Tilston is now a regular on my Spotify playlist (I think I have a girl-crush), and I loved seeing her live in concert this summer.

Favourite concert: Three favourites here: the Black Pumas, Angus and Julia Stone and the Teskey Brothers. All three far exceeded my expectations [note to self: go to more gigs].

Favourite song: Of the 27,471 minutes of Spotify I listened to in 2024 Maribou State was my most listened-to artist but ‘Satisfied’ (Ambient Remix) by Catching Flies probably sums up my mood of 2024. It’s on my ‘Morning Stretch’ Spotify playlist if you fancy a listen. [I love the annual ‘Wrapped’ feature on Spotify … which is the summary of my year’s listening: and surprisingly includes 1488 songs across 924 artists!].

And so, I witness themes brewing :)

Enjoy the recommendations which call to you … I would love to hear your thoughts and themes – and any recommendations you have, too!

With love for the end of 2024,

Delilah

30 Dec 2024

The Unspoken Year

As December quickens before releasing, I’m taking a small moment to catch up with myself … to bring all of myself to this moment and place. To breathe more gently into my body and ponder the unspoken of 2024. Whilst not a huge fan of ‘Christmas’ and what it has become in the outer world, I have grown to love the winter solstice and its inner enticement. Edging from the shadows of the seasons, towards the light and its reflection, I’m prompted to ponder: what, for me, is yet unspoken in 2024? What has been silently happening in the background of the year I have lived? It is surprising the perspective which can emerge from a quiet moment such as this.

Letting the unspoken become a contribution to our year enables the background, or deeper well, of our experiences to voice themselves. It adds a richness and layering – the emergent nature, using time to softly ‘push’ something into our awareness. As we observe the natural cycles of reality and nature (and of a changing nature, at that) we, in observing, become ‘outside’ of the reality … and ironically, more present. This has enormous value, as it places us within a sense of opportunity … which will be a necessary skill for ‘the times’ ahead.

The ‘background unfolding’ – or journey – of 2024 will, in some way, be fascinating for all of us. Even if we can’t see it yet. It will be holding magical intention and timing. In the meantime, and in answer to it: what do you see as requiring your attention … the subtlest attention and acknowledgement?

For as with all things, lightly and with ease, is best :)

Wishing you a beautiful solstice.

Love,

Delilah

PS. Winter solstice is on 21st December (at 9.20am UK time).

15 Dec 2024

Keeping the Vibration

My 2017 book - now available in ebook.

Sometimes we know we have to wait … and have the patience to enable the thing to happen in its own time. A divine timing which relies on both physical intervention and our private surrender. Incoming creativity … suspended in non-physical reality, held by our intention and divine strands of being. Invisible, but present nonetheless.

Divine cycles come – and sometimes go. We miss the moment, not ready in our eagerness to deliver this thing we have been brewing. Plans can change, not of our doing. And still we must listen, ear to the ground for untrod footsteps coming our way. Yes, yes! Oh, no … not this time. Oh wait … no.

This is when we must keep the vibration alive. It’s our job – our role in the creativity equation. To keep the senses and alertness to the next cycle … the next moment. Because the creativity requires our presence … and our patience. That’s when the muse smiles down on us – winks at us to let us know she’s seen our eagerness. And despite what life throws at us, we smile back: a non-physical exchange of quiet magnitude.

This week, seven years after the paperback came out, I have published the ebook of The Teachings of Mr P. And it’s not a day late or a day too soon. The footsteps came and took it into the world. I was ready, and so was it – or else it wouldn’t have happened. What unfolds now (in both the physical and non-physical realities) is the fascinating bit – requiring a different type of action.

What are you keeping the vibration for? Can you feel the muse looking at you? :)

Wishing you a beautiful start to December.

Love,

Delilah

PS. For those of you who are new to my work The Teachings of Mr P. is a channelled book from the Spirit of Plato. Downloaded in 2014–2015 it summarises and forms the foundation of my spiritual and metaphysical understanding – yet continues to stretch my awareness, becoming increasingly relevant with time.

1 Dec 2024

A New Sense of Safety

Labyrinth at Church Ope Cove, Dorset – discovered (and entered :)) on a walk this week.

There has been a lot of energetic change in our world since my last blog post. The US election was only one week ago, but the underlying shifting global energetics have felt tangible to me. We are finding ourselves in a new – if still somewhat subtle – reality. And it can be disconcerting to the senses.

During times of change and transition – as we move from one paradigm to another, be it in our inner world or external world – our perceptions of security can change … will change. Whether the change is deemed ‘good’ or ‘bad’, what was once safe is no longer what it was. The ground has moved somewhat. An inner wheel turning, out of sync with our outward facing persona. We might be silently and unknowingly exploring our sense of security – our psyche re-shaping it, to create a new understanding of the parameters of being. Of a reality we are moving, or being moved, into. And what was once an aspiration can become a sudden necessity … or suddenly redundant, with a feeling of ‘something’ needed for our inner complexities and harmony.

Periods of re-discovering safety can be powerful moments within the length of our lives. It is a special time. A liminal portal, best not hurried – offering awakening and fertile opportunity for mystical experiences. Like the labyrinth, we can weave in … to walk out. Inviting a natural re-adjustment and alignment between our inner and outer worlds.

Looking to the ground and nature – our sacred and constant Land – we can re-trace footsteps. Not to ‘go back’ but to walk in new ways. To rediscover and remember what we know. This month I have been taking different walks: along new footpaths, the ‘not so pretty’ turnings I previously walked past, and with new people: beautiful souls also looking to nature for the way. Safety requires new’ness – safety itself, also has requirements – which will often include creativity: a lifting of spirit and embodying what we have been silently brewing. Safety requires a new consciousness. Sometimes (always, I suggest) … safety requires the imperceptibly BOLD move. The one not reliant on outside circumstances but upon our slice of truth. The one our heart has been silently waiting for.

Love,

Delilah

15 Nov 2024

Thoughts With No Direction

Photo – at Chalice Well, Glastonbury

As a channeller, I have to look after my energies. My body and senses are my ‘tools of the trade’. We can learn and integrate techniques to amplify our frequencies, however a form of ‘energetic stamina’ is required in order to maintain ongoing – and harmonious – levels of input and output. This requires practice and care – and often, trial and error. A never-ending cycle of growth and integration.

The best way to learn and fine-tune (unfortunately :)) is with the ‘more difficult’ or denser energies – and there are a lot around at the moment. Just ‘sitting there’, in the air and atmosphere. And to harmonise these, I find the softer climate of nature works best. It’s probably why I spend a lot of time channelling land energies now – a necessity as much as a pleasure.

Now, of course, we are all channellers in our own or some way and must all look after our energies. We begin from, and return to, the juxtaposition of becoming increasingly centered whilst expanding our observational awareness. It is an embodied and sensory observation from within our energetic body. We ground … and lift. When we ‘come back’ to ourselves in this way, we can then do a little energy clearing.

Useful at the moment, with all that is going on in the world, is to give attention to our crown chakra and the energies ‘above’ our heads. From a grounded position, we can let go of and clear what we don’t need anymore … the ‘talk of old’. We can release all the old thoughts* (and any thought before this moment is ‘old’). The thoughts which no longer serve us: the thoughts with no direction. Clear them all, so new thought can arise and be directed to where it needs to go … to where it wants to go. If it can’t be directed (usefully, non-judgementally and with loving intention), do not have it.

It is an accumulation we can do without :)

Instead, fill your body and crown with energies which harmonise and serve you right now. Protected, within your energy field, as it expands.

Much better, no? :)

Love,

Delilah

* Remember, what needs to stay, will stay. Always.

1 Nov 2024

Within the Wings of Change

October is proving to be an interesting month for me, as I recognise a ‘happening’ occurring and emerging. On an emotional level, experiences of the past year now seem more ‘surface’ compared to what is moving and awakening in my subconscious – illuminated by down-pouring from the mystical. Collectively we are feeling it, and personally I recognise the tell-tale signs of transformation. It can feel gritty and uncomfortable (as well as beautiful and effortless) with no tangible point of access as the shadow side of our experiences and what’s beneath them rises to give power to our lives and spirit. It happens when we are ready to shed and grow. And it is an essential part of awakening.

Holding our centre as we find ourselves within the wings of change is a powerful art. Truth will reveal itself, in subtle or sudden ways, and care must be given to our hearts – and feet – at this time. Every revelation is unique to us while also part of the wider tapestry. To soar, we must gather forces – and collectively, I feel this beginning to happen. And we must do it gently, with consideration to the beauty and preservation of the life so far lived.

October can be a heavier time for some of us of lighter disposition. Fortunately we have the beauty of the turning colours of the trees, and, perhaps if you are like me, the call to deepen into our work in the world. It’s a good time to write and immerse into the words :) … to connect with the joy which an opening subconscious can provide.

Love,

Delilah

15 Oct 2024

ST NECTAN’S GLEN, Tintagel, Cornwall

It’s not every day you get to stay overnight at a sacred place. Especially one which is also a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) due to its rare plants and habitat. I was fortunate to have two days and two nights in the wonderful St Nectan’s Glen – based, as part of a group, in the retreat centre on site. Outside of opening hours to the public, the area was ours to explore – temporary overnight custodians and participants, it felt, to the magic, the elements and the waterfalls.

To give a taste, from the site’s website:

“Here lies one of the wildest, most unspoilt and beautiful places on Earth, poetic and coloured by legend. These waters are reputed to have healing qualities and are watched over by the spirits of past guardians and friends of the Glen.”

The highlight for most, is the 60 feet St Nectan’s Kieve which appears to emerge from the earth itself. Thundering and cascading, it fills the glen with sound and scent. Not your usual scent; more so, a mist rising through the trees and greenery – the aura of mystery and fairies and the stuff tales are made from. And, not so much a step back in time but across time into another world.

Our accommodation was high amongst the canopy of trees, so it was early the next morning I first visited the source itself. Immediately upon waking, myself and my room-mate threw on some clothes and quietly headed down to the waterfall. We had it to ourselves – the first people of the day to visit, it seemed.

Entering through the shallow ankle-depth waters to the base of the waterfall, I felt an ushered silence. A reverence … a portal … and much more. I asked, to the spirit of the waterfall, for permission to enter. Though not intending to stand under the waterfall itself that morning, we were both compelled to shed layers of clothing and stand before the spray and energy. It was magical … and not as cold as I thought it would be.

I had come for the weekend with an intention of connecting to a new dimension of nature – to experience deeper beauty, perhaps … if I was lucky. I began with opening myself to the ‘spirits of place’ and then one, who was keen to speak, shared a little with me. I had a sense of the glen ‘not wanting too many visitors’, of ‘wanting to be private’, ideally. The spirit of place I connected with reiterated this to me, I felt. A sense of ‘too many, though not all, taking too much from it’. It was doing ‘okay’ I felt, but could not last forever in this way.

I now felt compelled to give back: to offer some harmony and gratitude to it and all it represents – even though I can never understand all that it is. It is so much more than ‘a waterfall’ … but I had a felt sense it could again be ‘all that it is’. If it is protected.

That afternoon, we returned – with two more from our group – and, amongst the day visitors, we offered drumming to the waterfall. Connecting again with the guardian of the waterfall, I silently explained our intention, as I perceived it, and the spirit of our offering. Not to change it, but to offer appreciation to it and its waters which flow downstream into the sea … should it wish it. No need, just an offering. A recognition. Which created a meeting of minds, it felt. Standing there before it, our feet in the water, gently drumming, I felt it echo up into the earth itself – the vibration from our drums met and answered. I felt the acknowledgement in my bones. It was not a portal I could see, but one I could feel in my body and senses, from a dimension who heard our offering.

The waterfall needs appreciation for its subtleness and otherworldly qualities. As was pointed out to me: it is a filter to the seas of the world. And, in the overlap between the land and the air, the water and the energy passing through, it is a gateway of spiritual force. Just because we can’t see it, doesn’t mean the force is not there.

For the final morning, our whole group would meet before sunrise at the waterfall. To perform a ceremony. My intention was to immerse myself fully under the water, to commune with it, but what happened next for me was so much more powerful. In the quiet dawn descent to the waterfall, the sudden group roar and exhalations of the people already in the waterfall echoed through the glen and pierced my heart, mind and energy field. The ceremony was not towards the waters, but of physical release and letting go. Stopped in my tracks, eyes filling with tears, I felt the trauma to the land and its spirit. A split-second vision appeared before me, of an energetic opening into the land. It felt brutal, shocking and wounding – and a painful contrast to the subsequent vibrancy and post-release joy of the group when we reached them. My soul felt horrified; my energy-body shaking, I felt we had betrayed it. All I could now do, in my own small way, was to offer healing to the spirit of the waterfall and land – and apologise for the trauma we, as a collective humanity, unconsciously make. Though not enough, I felt it heard our offering of protection and abundance for it because I heard the sound of drumming echoing back.

The waterfall of St Nectan’s Glen gave me a life-changing experience. I cannot un-see what it showed me. Nor do I want it to. I had asked for a new experience and the waterfall answered. The new dimension of nature I witnessed was not a pretty one, and yet, its vulnerability was beautiful too. Sacred encounters can also be terrifying and shocking – and they can pivot our reality. They can also shake us awake into action.

The quandary I am left with is how we, as a collective humanity, protect our land and its spirit. In one person’s healing, another’s heartbreak is made. As humans, we must let go; but we must do so gently. Because nature is reflective of what we do and who we are. The crystal waters of St Nectan’s Glen – and the care shown to it by its current owners (not related to the group I was with) – are a perfect example of this.

Go quietly, but do go.

It’s more powerful that way.

Love,

Delilah

PS. I have been unsure about writing this energy reading for many reasons, but the glen has provoked an instant need in me to speak out and share what I see, and saw. I feel a sense of protectiveness towards it, and yet, it needs visitors and abundance to maintain it. The people who care for it, do so with such love (it is rare, in my experience, to see signs referring to ‘a sacred place’, for instance – which I think is wonderful. And they encourage quiet attendance). They collect the multitude of tokens, ribbons, photos and mementos left by visitors and move them to the little meditation room (in the sixth century ‘hermitage’) for safe keeping and they are protecting the surrounding landscape by planting trees and more on the adjacent hillsides. We must, must heal ourselves – and we must also help our land to heal. If this post encourages someone – or the next overnight group – to go softly where they might not have previously, then perhaps we can heal and restore more than we realise. Maybe we can see all of nature as the sacred place it is.

Visited: October 24

The MARY and MICHAEL LINES at Lostwithiel, Cornwall

Sometimes energies take us by surprise. Heading to Cornwall this weekend, we were ‘called’ to stop off at Lostwithiel en route: to visit the location where the St Michael and St Mary energy lines intersect. The St Michael Alignment (as the ley lines are also known) is said to stretch across southern England from the far west of Cornwall to the east coast of Norfolk, and on through Europe to the Holy Land. The St Michael ley – the masculine ‘path of the sun’ or ‘dragon line’ – runs through many sacred sites in the UK (such as St Michaels Mount in Cornwall, Glastonbury Tor and Burrow Mump in Somerset – both with churches dedicated to St Michael on their summit) while the St Mary line – the feminine earth line – is believed to meander round rivers and hills. In certain places – such as Lostwithiel – the two intersect.

Lostwithiel is really charming. It definitely has ‘an energy’ – supported by a cluster of cute shops, ancient buildings and a visible sense of community. The flowing River Fowey adds to the vibrancy – and was once integral to this ancient port and administrative capital of Cornwall (the Duchy of Cornwall stills holds offices here). But it was the Church of Saint Bartholomew we were headed to. To visit the font where the two energy currents supposedly cross.

I first felt the energies when visiting the public toilets opposite the church. Standing outside the toilets, facing the church, my body toppled backwards. A sense of a current pushing me. Entering the grounds of the church (from the Fore Street entrance), about half way up the path, I felt the familiar whoosh of energy in my chest which indicates I have crossed an energy line or boundary. And upon entering the church itself, I was immediately pulled to the left where the font is situated. Full body shivers and vibrations – especially when standing on the stone plinth at the base of the font – indicated this as a special place.

We were lucky that the church, whilst very much in use and part of the community, was vacant during our visit. We stood at different angles to the font, allowed our bodies to show us the direction of the flows of energy, and soaked up the higher vibrations – which I could feel filling every cell of my body. The church itself has a lovely feel – though there is no mention of the energy lines reported to run through it. (The surveillance camera and card donation machine by the font would indicate a number of visits – and I was grateful to be able to donate). But more important than the acknowledgement was the fact the font was in use - and so, the energy was ‘live’ and not dormant. Though not religious myself, a feeling of love and continuation settled my senses.

Supposedly the St Michael Alignment runs through sacred places of worship in order to connect divinity to humanity. That’s a rather lovely thought, isn’t it?

If you are heading to Cornwall, I recommend a visit to the font at the Church of St Bartholomew and connection to the divinity running through it. The power may surprise you :)

Love,

Delilah

Visited: 04.10.24

Contemplating the Mysteries

Photo credit – Circe Hamilton

Four weeks ago, compelled by a sense of the discoverable, I placed myself on an inner journey. I did not know the destination, but I did set an intention of the inner space I wished to traverse. Four weeks – from one new moon to another – seemed a perfect slice of time; in fact it became an elongated and expanded experience of time.

There is a beautiful art to observing our inner senses which relies on both surrender and alertness. It’s a stance I love, akin to that of contemplation – and is subtly different to channelling. When channelling, I rest down within myself to create an anchor to receive the information, whereas with contemplation, I suspend my senses in observation, connected through the thread which runs from my soul, or higher self, down into my physical self – and into the ground.

My reason for maintaining a practice of contemplation and mystical connection is not so much to ‘calm the mind’ in order to manage this life and world we collectively live in (though this is often the necessary first step for many of us), but to contemplate the thread running through all things. To ensure I am in alignment and to open myself toward the inner adventures and possibilities of feeling, expansion and beauty … and so, the inner landscape is travelled.

Contemplation relies on the intricacies of the psyche, so to begin with ourself is a very good place to start. Slowly, and gently. Outside of time and in a place of comfort. And then we can expand it upwards and outwards. If we do not resonate with connecting to our ‘soul’ as our higher self, a ‘sense of the mysterious or magical’ can guide us just as well. Allow the contemplation to have no barriers or bounds, but a clear thread which is anchored into the human self. Choose a body part to begin from and then expand it ‘up’. From here, with detachment and an opening heart, we observe and notice what we notice. The soul becomes able to ‘download’ to our human spirit a well of information and subtle guidance. Perhaps when you are asleep, as you have now given it permission to do so. It might be so subtle you don’t notice it, but after four weeks, space has been travelled, often in depth rather than ‘distance’.

As we maintain this connection, life lightens and rearranges itself around and through us. We become increasingly suspended and held by the thread, present to what is and the moment, as the destination hints at revelation in the mystery.

So, with the next new moon on the 2nd October, (2024) you may like to take yourself on a journey. I recommend it :)

Love,

Delilah

1 Oct 2024

The BRITISH LIBRARY, London

Upon publishing a book, by law one copy of every UK publication (including e-books) must be sent to the British Library within one month of publication. To preserve knowledge and information for future generations and 'maintain the national published archive of the British Isles'. The legal deposit has existed for nearly 400 years and collects publicly available work including, and not limited to: books; pamphlets, posters, leaflets and flyers; maps; sheet music and scores; journals, magazines and newspapers. And, since 2013, ‘Each year, the British Library UK Web Archive collects a ‘snapshot’ of all the UK websites that we can identify. This includes at least four million websites, with several billion files.’ That’s a lot of energy and collected intentions. Over 170 million items. All available, as resource, at the British Library - 96 Euston Road, London NW1 2DB.

As an author of two books - and not having set foot in our nation’s library before - I was keen to visit the institution I had excitedly and dutifully posted a copy of each my books to.

As I walked through the entrance doors, I immediately knew I had to do an energy report. An immediate expansion of heart energy settled me. If I were to choose a ‘chakra’ to describe the British Library, it would be the heart chakra … a powerful sense of the heartfelt love and dedication which has gone into the books and contents this building represents. It felt solid, grounded - surprisingly spacious, yet ‘bottom heavy’. A ‘sinking fund’ came to mind - of knowledge, but not without the challenges this brings. I later learned of the vast underground basements (4 in total - the deepest in the UK) housing and preserving the works and treasures - alongside items stored at the British Library site at Boston Spa in Yorkshire - and this made sense: the perception of a continually descending pit of energy maintained in the walls and fabric of what you see.

Formerly part of the British Museum, the British Library was created in 1973 and moved into the St Pancras building in 1997. Ten million red bricks were used in the construction of the building, though inside, there is a feeling of minimal lightness and vast ceilings, which somehow feels as grounded on the top floor as the ground floor. It doesn’t have an aged patina - more so an ‘invested’ one. Central within the building, in a floor to ceiling glass display, is the King's Library with 65,000 printed volumes along with other pamphlets, manuscripts and maps collected by King George III between 1763 and 1820 … a gilded column of history surrounded by people working on laptops. A colourful silence in the hubbub of no noise. Preferable to a Starbucks, for those in the know about the 150 open working spaces in the public areas.

It was the reading rooms I wanted to visit though, which require a free Reader Pass (bring appropriate ID if you are planning to visit). There are 11 reading rooms in total, including the smallest, the Maps Reading Room (the world’s largest map collection) and the popular ‘Humanities 1’. But before I could head up to the rooms, I had to drop my bag off in the locker room - an experience which only adds to the sense of anticipation. Pen replaced by pencil I was now ready.

Upon entering the rooms, I was struck by the energy. Each one is subtly different; the ‘Asian and African Studies’ has more energetic vibrancy and colour, the ‘Newsroom’ feels more chaotic, for instance. Yet all are uniform, within the same spacial abundance. An ecclesiastical feel, almost. Amongst the quiet hum of the A/C and the rumble of underground trains, there is an awareness of the surrounding city: the wood of the furnishings acting as buffer and connection to the outside world. I was struck by the noticeable quality of workmanship and materials - light wood desks and bookcases, extremely comfortable chairs, beautiful door handles, individual lighting and sockets at each of the 1277 reading room desks. There is an elegance and equality to the provision of reading opportunity - each person has their own ‘station’, of equal worth, to dip into the annals of time where minds can meet across invisible borders into works written and recorded by those who went before, or remain alongside, us. A vast crypt to drink from, to create new contributions from, where in this environment no one book is more valuable than another. There is a sense of presence - of a vacuum and timelessness - and immediacy as heads lower over the pages into the portal of knowledge. With barely any books on display, I sense the connection between person and resource as primary. Noticing my train of thought, my guide channels a message to me: ‘to gather oneself here is to present at the font of time, for knowledge is timeless but the acquiring of it can only happen with the sacredness of text - with experience, presence and engagement of life.’ Tuning in further, I sense more of an ‘akashic records’ energy than a spirit-of-place one. A central well, rather than a guarded space. Which is perhaps reflected in the ransom cyber-attack the British Library suffered in October 2023 (until January 2024 when the main catalogue returned online) - and which it is still recovering from (at a cost of 40% of its financial reserves / £6-7m according to Wikipedia).

The building feels protected and exposed all at the same time. By the nature of accumulated and accumulating knowledge it has to stay ‘open’ while also transcending time. ‘For eternity’ is a tricky stance to handle and with this thought my heart suddenly tightens as I pick up a real sense of fear and constriction in the common areas of the building, as I walk through the marble … a fear of ‘losing the knowledge’ … and I feel a wave of compassion for the custodians of this vast and enormous treasure. It feels like it - and all the people within its operation - need to breathe a little. I saw a tiredness in some of the staff, juxtaposed by people using the space to work from. An institution trying to move with the times, but anchored in the past as it holds the vibration of all (UK) books ever written.

As I left the building, the energy outside felt much freer and lighter. Tuning in to the land beyond the building itself, I could feel the imprint of the once ‘green lands’ underneath … pastureland and the presence of cattle or animals of some sort. Closer to date, I could feel something around ‘petrol’ - that the land had been used for storage of petrol-related items (which seemed ironic, as an imprint for a library). Upon checking, I note record of the site being used as a goods yard, but the imprint of flammable equipment remains strong.

The British Library is a sanctuary. For us, and also for our sacred text, knowledge and culture. It is also, to some extent, ‘forgotten’ yet increasingly needed in this modern world of screens. There, but not there. As a building, it is physically protected, but it is not as energetically boundaried as it could be. And I can understand why. Because ‘the words’ create the energy and intention (of the institution), and not, as with most organisations, the energy creating the words (or product/service). There is an intention to preserve, and so, the energy of ‘the preservation’ echoes within the building - as well as the energy of the words it holds. And so, a gap emerges between the two … comprised of the people who visit. Hence my sense of a ‘portal of knowledge’. The required energetic boundary is of the portal, the place and its contents … and also the unseen knowledge.

It is the kind of church I wish to visit - and certainly worth a visit if you haven’t been. And send it a little loving protection if so inclined. I think it will appreciate it :)

Love,

Delilah

Visited: 20.09.24

From Adrenalin to Vibrancy

Full of vibrancy – my local beach in Dorset.

My theme this week has been: Let it go. Let it come … words of wisdom channelled to me by RK (the Spirit of Rudyard Kipling) as I pondered the best way to share about our book and work. September is ‘doing’ time – but the being in me is a stronger force these days. Vibration and alignment, before action. And then flow … Well, that’s the idea, anyway :)

I am also noticing a certain vibrancy in the world; an energy which I’m enjoying, with a different quality to action of old.

Merriam-Webster: vibrant

1a (1) : pulsating with life, vigor, or activity

(2) : oscillating or pulsating rapidly

b (1) : readily set in vibration

(2) : responsive, sensitive

2 : sounding as a result of vibration: resonant

3 : bright

The vibrancy is in the air – in my cells. And, in the noticing – during a moment of illumination in my body – I also see its shadow: adrenalin. There, in the background. And if I really look, I see it everywhere. In all of us.

The balance between adrenalin and vibrancy (I am told by another guide who jumps in to comment) is that vibrancy invites, adrenalin avoids. Even with excited adrenalin, such as a cold swim in the sea, adrenalin contains an element of refusal. Physical adrenalin, if managed, is vital to our wellbeing and safety – and often the path of least resistance. But it’s the subtler, and often invisible and extended mental, emotional and energetic adrenalin we must observe for. To make sure we are inviting rather than avoiding … flowing rather than racing. So, we can be in alignment … here in the moment: connected to our source and true creativity.

Because even with creativity, we can quickly fall into adrenalin-fuelled creating. And maybe our world needs a little less of this energy and a lot more of the higher vibration and lightness of vibrant creativity. Our bodies certainly do.

Ultimately it’s more effective … and it’s certainly more pleasurable.

Let it go.

Let it come …

I invite you :)

Love,

Delilah

15 Sept 2024

The Poetic is the Magic

In the poetic - photo captured by Circe Hamilton

I have loved this summer. In many ways … not least because it has prepared me for an autumn of writing. My virgo blood, now rested and elevated by sunshine and warmth, is eager to put pen to new paper – and to explore my notes of the past 18 months. As I delve into my stack of journals, I am struck by the opening passage …

‘The poetic is the magic. Without the embodied magic you will not achieve what you came here to do.’ – The Spirit of Rudyard Kipling.

This guidance resonates for me on many levels. My summer was poetic and lyrical. I am healthiest and freest – and my most wise – when embodying the magic. And yet, my virgo blood likes order. But too much order, and we lose the poetic. The light in our eyes threatens to dim … just a little and the connection is lost. ‘Life’ – not the reality of our true presence – takes over. It is a thin line: a subtle nuance which alters realities.

So, as September unravels, I invite you to embody the poetic and weave the magic in.

You will achieve what you came here to do :)

Love,

Delilah

1 Sept 2024

August Gap

Channelling a message from RK at the recent launch…it makes signing books quite magical!

I am struck this week, by the energies of summer. Somehow, this summer feels different: more real. Maybe it’s just me, where I am at these days, but I sense a return to old values in the air. A return, in some way, to what it feels like to be a human.

Of course we can never ‘go back’. But since time isn’t really linear (though we might operate in linear ways) it is possible to re-collect and re-connect with energies which serve us. Everything is available right now – at our fingertips in some way … if we focus on the energy of it, as it is right now, rather than the outcome of what we once ‘expected’. And in the slowing of summer heat, everything can land back down. It might look different, but it can feel the same. Better, even. It might not have happened, and it can also be here now. The energy of it. And this, I’m finding exciting: downing tools … to breathe, to let go and to invite the magic to do its thing. Like in my energy reading of ‘The Firebreak’, it’s the gap which enables the magical energy to enter.

Enjoy making your gap … however this looks.

Love,

Delilah

1 August 2024

The Firebreak, Cerro Verde, Andalucía

I hadn’t planned to do an energy report while in Spain, but the firebreak fascinated me. It was ‘a moment’ - in a ‘gap’ - on top of the world. And how could the destruction of trees feel so magical?

I was in Spain courtesy of my friend Jane Wake who had invited me to teach at her annual retreat at Finca el Cerrillo: a beautiful traditional farmhouse, nestled in the Andalucía Hills. Morning hikes began at dawn, before the heat gathered, and today we were doing ‘the big climb’: the 1200+ metre Cerro Verde in the Sierras de Tejeda, Almijara and Alhama mountains.

I’m a slow walker, which I like. It allows me to take things in, and to observe the energies (or maybe that’s my ego talking as I am overtaken by everyone in the group :)). The scenery was gorgeous, hillsides fizzing in the rising heat as the sun rose to blanket them. Feet climbing, upon a different land; bodies moving like ants up a mountain. And about two thirds of the way up: an expanse…the surprise of a firebreak. A chance to breathe. Like nature, itself.

With nearly 600 wildfires in the Andalusian region in 2023, burning some 1,700 hectares of land, you can see why the need to remove such a vast strip of vegetation and trees. I thought I would pick up energies of devastation, but instead I felt a surge of a different kind. Stripping the land bare creates a gap. A ‘weak spot’ energetically which allows the fire to drop. But this is just one aspect: the intention of the firebreak was super-strong and it is the combination of these energetics which creates the magic. That is how magic works: an intention entering a ‘gap’. And this really did feel quite magical.

The heat from the white ground was radiating and powerful. Tuning in to the intention of it - of the effect and affect of the workers who had created it and of all the locals from the surrounding white villages, for whom this firebreak brings safety and security, a near constant awareness in the background of their minds projected towards it - the benefits feel ongoing. As our path took us up part of it, a real sense of gratitude could be felt - which was beautiful. And where, further down the mountain the vegetation was suffering from drought, here, it was flourishing. I had a sense of the vegetation and nature being grateful for the firebreak…that it understood that part of itself had to be removed, to safeguard it; and a feeling of symbiotic and flourishing co-existence between people and the natural world.

In a world increasingly affected by wild fires, I now have a new perspective: that despite - and because of - the destruction, connection and a deeper understanding and engagement with the natural world can happen. It doesn’t have to look pretty to be powerful and real and alive. We can enable the magic; and usually, it starts with gratitude. From both sides.

A firebreak is a beautiful thing.

Love,

Delilah

Visited: 07.07.24

BURROW MUMP, Somerset

“Let’s head back via Burrow Mump,” he said. “It’s quite special.”

And he was right.

What a glorious mound (mound seems more appropriate than ‘hill’) of earth and energies! Maintained by the National Trust (and a herd of friendly sheep), it has an outwardly gentle and surprisingly magnetic feel. Wonderfully healthy trees and their low-lying canopies entice us up the short climb to the peak where I instantly felt the aura and ‘forcefield’. The ruins of the 18th-century church of St Michael (built on the site of a medieval church) are interesting and ‘friendly’ - though not where my focus is drawn. “There’s something at the centre of this mound,” I say. Confirmed by guidance from my channel, it was the land beneath which was, for me, of main interest:

‘What we would say, my dear, is a building like this is not in alignment with the reason for the mound. It is the mound which holds the power. The mound has esoteric properties and, as you can see, enables vision beyond worlds. The building is an homage to the passing times.’

Circling the ruins and feeling into the energy pulls, I get out my compass. As suspected, the building is perfectly aligned North to South, East to West and energetically ‘gridded’ in its four corners. But it’s the centre point - the ‘cross point’ of the entrances within the nave that I’m drawn to, where not only does the ground significantly dip, but the energies converge - or emerge. Standing upon it, I have a feeling similar to a lift shaft beneath me, descending to the centre of ‘somewhere’…a gate, maybe…and a sense of the underworlds. A sense, too, of significance of the sun, moon, stars and constellations - of a decommissioned portal to other realms, or, as my companion said: an axis mundi (according to Merriam-Webster: world axis : line or stem through the earth's center connecting its surface to the underworld and the heavens and around which the universe revolves).

Supposedly, the St Michael energy line runs through Barrow Mump, and the 360 degree far-reaching views include Glastonbury Tor in the distance, though this feels of less significance to me. I sensed an energetic ‘dome’ over the mound; that it had been ‘created by men and maintained by women’ - a passing on (not ‘down’) of custodian and was a place of ‘visioning’ and information gathering. Druid or Pagan, or older even, perhaps. And a feeling of energies not dissimilar to those experienced at crop circles. I connected with the spirit of place, but was encouraged by my guidance to focus on the place of the spirit, rather than the spirit of place. Which made sense. The energies of this mound and axis hold a lot of people and land: a forcefield surrounding and emanating from it…capable of holding even more, I sensed. And, as a result, a feeling of welcome and lightness - symbolised by the fast fluttering of butterflies which kept landing and settling upon us at the ‘cross point’. Butterflies signify transformation and spiritual growth. Burrow Mump certainly feels like a gateway to this and more.

If you are ‘heading that way’, I recommend a visit :)

Love,

Delilah

Visited: 14.07.24

The Garden at Buckingham Palace

‘The land is magnificent and calming, you will find - a treasure trove of delightful gems and gifts from around the world,’ said my guide on the morning of our visit. With a growing fascination of the energetics and non-physical influence of our Head of State, Monarchy and ‘Crown Estate’ - the unavoidable energy lines and dynamics they create, and have created, within our land and world - I was eager for our visit. Energies stem from here - a global pinpoint. I was my son’s plus-one however, accompanying him (I didn’t leave him much option, but to choose me :)) to one of the many garden parties and celebrations held within London’s largest private garden. So restraint was the order of the day: shoes had to stay on and I was on my best and most attentive behaviour. But energetically, I was noticing a lot.

With the invitation extending to a generous three hours, there was plenty of time to explore the grounds. My initial impression, was that it had no ‘centre’ energetically - that the boundary walls and lawns were the most powerful aspects - and the gardens, secondary. It felt quite ‘flat’ energetically - horizontal and quite ‘surface’. Not multi-dimensional. There are areas of significant beauty, but not much energetic depth - which I found surprising, and also logical - and I noticed an absence of ‘magic’ which is often found in special gardens of note (Kew Gardens comes to mind, and the Isabella Plantation in Richmond Park). It feels that the custodian is absent and there’s a division of work and roles so that it is ‘maintained’…but not invested in. It didn’t feel personal or ‘private’ - which is unsurprising - though some areas were out of bounds.

The lawns are magnificent - the ‘centre piece’ - and the blend of natural wildness beautifully softens and invites what would otherwise be a hard landscape; but something is missing energetically, I sense. There is a noticeable lack of ‘nature elementals’ which, if cajoled and invited in, would clear some of the stagnant energies in the lake and create a depth into the gardens. And yet, ‘one is not meant to loiter’…so the energy serves its purpose as more of a ‘business affair’. A consciousness of cost and spend - of accountability - felt palpable. The place ‘had to work’.

I get the sense that despite the considerable cost it must take to maintain - hedges, lawns, borders, pathways, trees - it is ‘done on a budget’; that the money and attention goes into ‘what you don’t see’ in the necessary maintenance and appearance, as opposed to the unseen magical and mystical attraction of an enchanting garden. As a result, I feel the gardens of Buckingham Palace are missing a trick. I would have loved to have experienced its ‘spirit of place’, but given the numbers visiting that day, it was no doubt hiding :)

Though vast at 39 acres, the Buckingham Palace Gardens felt smaller on the inside, compared to having walked the perimeter boundary on the outside. The wall feels strong, secure - the vital and necessary equal component to what lives within it. But it is also encroached, which would indicate it is not quite ‘in its power’. The noise of the surrounding traffic felt a little heavy, rather than distant, and the erection of multi-storey buildings overlooking the gardens, while few, were questionable: an absence of power has enabled this permission to be granted. And whilst the gardens host up to 24,000 visitors a year, its inclusivity and welcome feels compromised by a subtle giving away of power elsewhere. In a wish to be all things, we can lose our sparkle - as much for a garden as ourselves.

What entrances, are the specimens of trees and planting. Glorious trees - over 1000, including 85 species of oak - running borders and deliciously exquisite roses. A beautiful and considered ‘quality’ of planting and wildlife. Nature can be ‘for show’ and also touchingly beautiful, it seems.

I found our visit fascinating, informative and welcoming. There is an art to greeting guests, and this little enclave of world influence (and dominance over the centuries) is finding its new feet, I feel. The imposing building which sits in its ground needs inhabiting…energetically Buckingham Palace feels vacant. It needs some love and it needs some magic - and could be a perfect example of transformation. After all, that is what, through the activities held within these grounds, is supported and celebrated in others.

Love,

Delilah

Visited: 13.05.24