Custodianship of Plot 1 Field-Side. For the past 6 months I have been custodian of an allotment — a strip of land of approx 11m by 7m, overlooking fields and countryside. I have loved it — even with the intense watering this summer’s drought has required …
The LEVADAS of Madeira. There is something about walking which opens the heart. A settling, into our bones and being. And rhythm to breathe … especially when on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. Madeira — a Portuguese volcanic island, closer to the coast of Morocco than to mainland Europe — is just 35 miles long and up to 14 miles wide. Oxygen and magnetism … fresh air, everywhere. So pure and strong, it takes some adjusting to.
The first time I visited Avebury was about 8 or 9 years ago. I woke up one morning and suddenly had to go. I hadn’t researched it or been thinking about it, but was almost ‘moved’ by an invisible force into the car. Off I went, to explore. I have no idea why, or what was happening — or, what I ‘missed’. It remained a bit of a mystery. This time, it was an organised affair, led by the extremely knowledgeable and friendly Peter Knight — an authority on ancient landscapes — and Sue Wallace-Knight. And it was wonderful …
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 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 ...
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?
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…
Buckingham Palace Garden. ‘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 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.
Provand’s Lordship, Glasgow, Scotland. Ducking my head to enter the building, I am reminded of my home in Dorset. It has a familiarity inside, but its more so the feel of the place. The energy is clear, yet layered into a rich history. Initially built as the manse of the Master of the Chapel and Hospital St Nicholas, it has also been: a notable domestic home - with rumours of a visit by Mary, Queen of Scots; housed a pub on the ground floor known as ‘The Old Castle Tavern’; and has been home to spirit dealers, bell hangers, gas fitters, milliners, hairdressers, green grocers, tobacconists and confectioners…
The West Highland Way, Scotland. A pilgrimage of 106.3 miles | 261,548 steps | 8 days. There is an art to walking in the great outdoors, which, no matter how many times we do it, cannot be mastered. That’s its beauty…what makes us its student to the awe and majesty. To the fragility of our perception within the multitude of outcomes and moments to gaze upon. To the interaction of the weather, our bodies, the landscape…all moving and breathing together. Creating the path as it unfolds.
Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland. Between Christmas and New Year I spent 3 nights hanging out with my brother in Edinburgh - my first time in the city, though not his. I loved it :) My intention was to report back on my experience of Arthur’s Seat, but given we climbed the ancient volcano’s 251 metres in Storm Gerrit - and was nearly blown off my feet - I found it difficult to tune into the energies of it. The energy and atmosphere of it set me up beautifully though for our trip the next day, 7 miles south of Edinburgh to Roslin Glen and the infamous Rosslyn Chapel (you may remember it as a location in the Dan Brown film ‘The Da Vinci Code’). Now, I could focus…
Durdle Door, Dorset. The light at Durdle Door took me by surprise. Which I find fascinating as I have visited numerous times, it being a local beach of mine in Dorset: twice, at dawn on Christmas Day to watch the sunrise with friends; many a walk before or after Sunday lunch; swimming with my dog in my twenties, for cold water swims in more recent years; with my son, on numerous occasions with friends and family - including when two of us scrambled up to its summit…before this became inaccessible due to erosion.
WEST HAM UNITED at The LONDON STADIUM. It was only a matter of time before I would go to a WEST HAM UNITED football game. In fact, my first ever football match; booked as a family outing this December. I am from a tribe of Hammers supporters: a ‘true’ Londoner, born within a mile or so of the original Boleyn Ground, WEST HAM FC’s former home at Upton Park. Since 2016 they have been located at the LONDON STADIUM, constructed in nearby Stratford for the 2012 Olympics. But it’s not their spiritual home. That was demolished.
Urquhart Castle, Inverness. Urquhart created mixed feelings for me. Its energy is powerful. Symbolically, it provokes - though I felt a yearning for the underlying green and richness. My experience was uncomfortable, yet informative. Everything is magnified when it echoes through time: a reminder we can choose light in the midst of battle.
Dundreggan Forest, Scotland. The Dundreggan estate in the Highlands of Scotland is slowly weaving itself into me. It’s funny how places do that to us, isn’t it? Maybe it’s a signature of the Scottish way. This forest first came to my knowledge in 2019 when I searched online for an organisation where I could donate or plant trees – specifically, I wanted to add beauty to our planet. Trees for Life, which offers the opportunity to create ongoing ‘groves of trees’, planted for our future in a stunning location, was perfect. I was in.
LOCH NESS, Scottish Highlands. Loch Ness is old…in the true sense of what it means to pre-date what we yet know. Timeless and exciting…hypnotising. Could there be a Loch Ness mythical ‘monster’? Absolutely. Are we ready for such a world to reveal itself to us? Maybe, not yet. Should you visit? Most definitely - though most will just see ‘a lake’, so you may choose to visit alone, as I did.
CROP CIRCLE, Hatherden Lane, Nr Charlton, Hampshire …when it came time to leave (I could have definitely stayed longer) I noticed how full of energy I felt…and still do, a day later. My spirit guide tells me: It is not the numbers which are significant, but the patterns. See the patterns, not the numbers. This is the key to Life. Something to ponder, and in the meantime, I am left with a pulsing…a feeling of infinity, duality vastly reduced.
STONEHENGE, Wiltshire. I have driven past Stonehenge many times. I usually open the car window in a vague attempt to absorb some of the energy, but have never felt compelled to stop and visit. That all changed on 7th July 2023 (7.7.7) when my car ‘broke down’ on the A303 exactly on an energy line to Stonehenge - pretty much as close as a car can stop. (It is a magical story, which I have shared on Instagram). Returning to London 3 days later, immediately after visiting a crop circle, I find myself turning off the main road, towards the ancient iconic landmark.
CROP CIRCLE, Norton Plantation, Wiltshire. My trip to Norton Plantation was a last minute decision. A few circles had been reported in the UK in the Hampshire and Wiltshire area (courtesy of the very useful and interesting website cropcircleconnector.com and a prompt from a friend). ‘Go to this one,’ I heard from my guide. I wasn’t disappointed as access was easy - not all farmers will allow visits to their land. It had only recently been discovered (3 days earlier, on 07.07.2023)…and I had the place to myself. Just me and the rain.
A guided walk, Pall Mall to Whitechapel. I had a fascinating day today. ‘Let’s go for a walk,’ he said (my spirit guide, that is). ‘I want to show you some places, for research and the book,’ he said. ‘Pall Mall to Whitechapel. On Monday.’ (My mind instantly goes to the Monopoly board). That’s a long way, I say. ‘You’ll be fine’. And so today, Monday, we set off.
Berwick St, London. A friend asked me to check out Berwick Street. So I did. It’s a street which calls us in; since a teenager, when walking between Oxford Circus and Covent Garden I would cut through Soho, and, more often than not, would find myself inadvertently pulled into Berwick Street. It has a strange magnetism…a sense of familiarity and reassurance. Market streets do this to us.
Boscastle, Cornwall. I wasn’t planning on visiting Boscastle - my friend, during a conversation with fellow guests at our hotel, was drawn to visit the Museum of Witchcraft and Magic there. But oh my goodness, as we drove down through the valley and woods, what powerful energy - so full and ‘deep’.
The Borders of the United Kingdom. On my first trip to Brussels, I was interested to experience the energy of the centre of the EU (especially with the Ukraine invasion unfolding). I suppose I was anticipating it being ‘heavy’ or ‘congested’ or defensive in some way (Belgium is ‘land-locked’, is the headquarters of NATO, the EU…). Instead, I found the energies so ‘light’.
St Michael’s Mount, Marazion. Well, what a fascinating place. I was drawn here because of the ley lines, which I wanted to experience. Four main ley / energy lines - travelling beyond the UK - ‘converge’ on St Michaels Mount. (The St Michael Line runs through Glastonbury Tor, Avebury, Mont St Michel in France and beyond, for instance).
Morte Pointe, Mortehoe. It’s been a while since I’ve posted a land energy reading…and what a brilliant place to get back into it! @janewakeuk and I headed out for an early walk (from the fab apartment just above this hidden cove). As we descended to the water’s edge my natural instinct would be to open my energy field to cleanse - not so here!
Royal Academy of Arts. Entering the Academy, the building is beautifully adapted with a quietly harmonious yet ‘even’ energy. Large enclosed rooms, with a lot of through-flow, and still energetically clean (which is very impressive). Rooms of sanded floorboards reminiscent smelling of old school rooms, a feeling of creativity at infancy through to masterpieces which leave you speechless. As home to the school of art, you can tangibly feel the inspiration and history - almost cup it in your hand.
Crop circle, Old Alresford. I’ve been wanting to experience one for years - and today was the day! Wow. What energy! Like nothing I have experienced before……touches of it, yes. But not like this. It was walking into a force field. We felt weightless…floating…arms and legs as if in water or space, and I could not feel my joints or below my feet. Senses were heightened and at first my head felt explosive…until the denser energies in me shifted, released and I adjusted to the higher frequency.
St Paul’s Cathedral. Tuning in for an energy reading and I’m surprised at how little energy I pick up. Mostly I’m gobsmacked at the extravagance and sheer majesty of the building. And then the choir begin…and I begin to understand. Designed, like so many churches at the time, by Sir Christopher Wren, one could almost believe he designed the building around the song and sound.
Mile End, London… is so interesting! A fascinating array of buildings, new and old. The beautiful Victoria Park - such lovely, soft energy; I could strongly feel the underlying ‘pastureland’.
STRAND, London. I have walked along, across and through parts of Strand since age 10 (my family had shops in Covent Garden for years) but never had I tuned in, or observed it as I did today. So much history to report on this main artery of 3/4 mile between the City of Westminster and the City of London.
Coventry Cathedral. Coventry’s response to the intense bombing (the city was Hitler’s focus) led to the Ministry of Peace and Reconciliation with international impact...and I am struck by the energetic legacy this has created. The peace is tangible.
Glastonbury TOR. A day trip to Glastonbury was calling me. With ‘shopping’ to do, I had time for 1 adventure...and I knew I was heading for the Tor...a 518 ft archaeological mound dating back to the 13th century and the dark ages beyond...with mythological and spiritual associations.
Marble Arch. Well... this was a rather grim energy reading. And the obvious next step after visiting St Giles (see previous). Prior to going, I knew it was the site of the famous gallows, but nothing else, historically. Stepping out of Hyde Park, (by Speakers Corner) I felt an instant heaviness, sickness and headache…
Hyde Park. The words ‘protected by royal decree’ were loud and clear (which therefore stops energies infiltrating the land and I was struck by how powerful the boundaries are, which is great) but the land has ‘no sense of purpose’...’no propriety’. Unlike other royal parks, most people ‘use’ it….come for a bit of mind expansion….walk ‘upon’ it – in their heads rather than connecting to the land and nature itself…
St Giles, London. Having lived in London pretty much my whole life, I know the area well - or I thought I did! ‘Don’t research before you go,’ he said. And no wonder I was so tired, after! According to Wiki, ‘St Giles (c. 650 – c. 710) was the patron saint of lepers and the hospital was home to a leper colony, the site chosen for its surrounding fields and marshes separating contagion from nearby London.
Osterley Park. “It needs more trees” was what I kept hearing. Reading up on Osterley Park after my visit, and the words jump out from the wiki page: ‘...though it never came to fruition, the Earl (9th Earl of Jersey) planned to create an arboretum in the grounds of Osterley.’ I would suggest, this intention is still held within the land.
Richmond Palace. The images I captured include original hinges for the gateway doors of the original entrance and the spot where I experienced very powerful energy - as you enter Richmond Green - an area of cobbled road which I sensed as the place of gateway to the palace - very powerful!
ST NECTAN'S GLEN, Tintagel, Cornwall. It's not every day you get to stay overnight at a sacred place. 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.