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Fertility Rights
Sometimes the Goddess brings special things into your life in ways that reaffirm your path as a true and holy way. This happens more and more for me in my life as a teaching Celtic Druid but it happened for me in a very beautiful and special way on my recent May fortnight in Cornwall.
A friend asked me to remove and replace bathrooms and showers etc from his brothers house in Mousehole, Cornwall. My friend’s brother intends to sell his house and to move to Co Wicklow and he was going over with a brother in law to do the painting and all my expenses would be paid. I was happy to help, on reasonable wages and would have a couple of days to site see with food and lodgings provided. I should mention that I am a qualified (retired) craftsman plumber, had been reading "The Sun and the Serpent" (a book on the St. Michael leyline), knew of the Lanyon Quoit dolmen and the Merry Maidens stone circle etc, that I am a Diviner with focused interest in the ancient wisdom tradition and born in the village of Somerset near Glastonbury in the County of Somerset. I have been to Glastonbury many times and I have also lectured on Living Water at the Red Spring but this was the first chance ever to visit Cornwall. Two years ago I had gone to Taunton (real cider country) to divine a proposed layout for a new Vita Fons water factory. Each of these visits had brought me closer to the most southerly point of the UK.
I was smiling. I could not say how many days it would take to do the work without seeing the house, so a return ticket for 14 days was obtained. The flight over to Bristol was OK but the airport is high on a hill and often shrouded in fog or covered in clouds. After circling three times we went to Manchester where we also circled as there was a air jam of diverted planes. Having landed and had the usual fun with UK customs with my bag of plumbing hand tools (read as possible house breaking) I got a coach to Bristol. The train from Bristol to Penzance took 5 hours and the entire journey took 14 hours from my bed in my own house to my bed for the next few days in Mousehole. The flight back to Dublin took only 40 minutes!
I was well entertained and fed and watered by my host and hostess and got down to work. Eight days solid finished the plumbing. The two big dogs, the dust and my remaining asthma had mixed and even though we were on the coast with only 400 yards to the sea shore, I could not smell the sea breeze. You know the iodine smell-taste you get - well, I expected to get a similar sensation to Dingle as it juts out into the Gulf Stream but got I no smells - even at the sea shore. This was to change over the next few days.
On the eight night of my stay a heated discussion (after beer) facilitated my early departure at two o'clock in the morning. I packed tools and kit and left the house having intention to watch the sunrise on May 2nd over St Michaels Mount in Penzance Bay. A ten-minute walk had me sitting in the Penlee Lifeboat Disaster Memorial Garden, which is on a 60 foot high cliff beside the new Lifeboat Station. I have watched many sunrises in many locations so I had the wit to bring tissue and bottled water and to dress in layers. One tee shirt around the head reduced my bodies heat loss and I sat peacefully looking south and east over a world famous bay.
This was the morning when the Solar God aligned with the energies of the St. Michael and Mary Leyline at 29-degrees North of East. Half a blood red Moon rose hugely in the sky between Helston and Lizard on the other side of the bay and I began to grin as I recalled briefly the heat in the discussions earlier. As the Moon rose through the refraction of our atmosphere it evolved from red to orange to yellow and then to white. As an Astrologer versed in star lore I knew the position of the Sun in relation to the shadow on the Moon and was damn sure I had a great seat to watch the May Day Sunrise. A white gold pulsing Solar disc arrived after glowing the sky into purples and reds - the colours no cameras can catch and climbed warming the Earth and all who live with her, me especially.
A powerful experience, but it was only the beginning of this adventure that I am calling the "Fertility Rights". I had a ticket home on the 9th of May, which gave me 6 days walkabout. The next day, I hired a car, a small car to me because it was a Gold Fiat Scicento, whereas I drive a long wheelbase Transit mini-bus. It was perfect, 'Goldie' easy to park, light on unleaded and because I had been reading the OS map for the area and "the Sun and the Serpent", I needed a small car as I was intending to park in non designated places. No Parking and No Turning signs are everywhere.
I got to the Merry Maidens after driving past only once. This is a sweet circle of stones that was decorated with flowers that had now wilted a bit, but beautiful, as each stone still had its own offering in place. I got to see Carn le Boel at the coast where the salt laden wind whipped up giant vortices for the seagulls to spirally surf. This clifftop ceremonial enclosure is where the St Michael and St Mary Earth Energy lines join and disappear into the ground as they ride the Gulf Stream on their annual honeymoon heading towards the Amazon. It is just south of Lands End theme park. Here my sinus cleared as I roared with the wind in release. I got to the Alsia Holy Well and did some clearing of weeds and rubble. This lovely well is the first location recorded by Hamish Miller and Nigel Broadhurst that the St. Mary line visits. I spent half a day here.
The Blind Fiddler standing stone is eleven foot high standing stone on the St Mary line and as big as the two upright standing stone markers for the St Michael line just north and east of the Merry Maidens. These three stones all hold powerful energy. The long wild-hedged path to Boscawen Un stone circle has a well trodden path. The 1929 revival of the Druid Tradition in the UK happened here and having been there as a conscious spirit I can report that the energies are integrated and harmonised peacefully.
I went to the Madron Well twice, because I could. It is signed as a Celtic Church and Holy Well and very popular. Many, many rag offerings for healing were hanging from more than one tree at the wellhead. Some rags were synthetic and they won’t rot properly, so the cure will be delayed or not supported by the simple sympathetic magic. Inside the church is a lozenge water shape with spring water constantly being supplied for baptising. To fill a bottle from the incoming spout I removed my shoe and sock and placed my right foot into the water onto the round rock that seemed to have been nicely placed.
Just up and right beside the road is the huge Lanyon Quoit dolmen. In the middle of nowhere, it is also very popular as it is one-minute walk into a field. My mission was the Men an Tol site, less than one mile away, but the weather turned. My rainy day standby plan was to go to the Eden Project at St Austell. This is site of the world’s largest greenhouses, which are geodesic conservatories, providing the conditions of Humid Tropics and Warn Temperate regions in dual biomes. This is big, a recycled quarry that is being called the 8th wonder of the world by its own promotional literature. It is 'far out', really huge and even the traffic on a midweek rainy day in May suffered a one and a half hour jam. It was like a zoo for Plants to my mind and I would speak of it as 'incredible but sterile' but even so - I got to see the allys/plants that are called Ahyawaska and Datura. Very busy and designed as wheelchair accessible this is a really impressive set up. But, it is a zoo. (small case z intended)
I got to the Men an Tol site with high, small puffy white clouds and a rich blue dome in partnership with a brilliant Sun and took my shoes and socks off. What a site. From here looking NE you see the same mine head building with its smoke stack as you see from the Lanyon Quoit dolmen when looking NW. Looking south you can see most of Cornwall and even the sea. The site centres on the holed stone and its two pillars. What we have is a pair of upright pillar stones about ten feet apart and an upright donut stone in the middle. The hole is curved inward to the south and it is big enough for most people to climb through. I had asked at other sites to be involved with others in some Ceremony even though I am happy on my own and can and do give thanks and acknowledgement at all ceremonial locations, I had expressed a wish to the Goddess to be with others in Ceremony. Boy, was I surprised at what happened at this place of power!
A German couple sat with their backs to the south standing stone reading a book when I walked up. I walked about ten steps to the north of the north stone and just sat down. Then couple #1 pack and leave. I walk around and touch and tune in with each of the stones whilst barefoot feeling the grounds vibrations through my feet and with a gentle wind blowing my long hair I raised my face up to the Sum and grinned feeling strong connection to Source. From this perspective I felt and then saw couple #2 on their way up the nearby track. I knew I had about three minutes before they would arrive and decided to use the time divining the energies with my pendulum. I recalled that the pendulum had confused UK customs with its bullet shape. I gave them some space and they left after five minutes. This time I climbed through the hole. I am glad I do yoga and I used all my muscles as I made my way through the 20 inch diameter hole.
Then after fifteen minutes I saw that there was another couple on their way. After creating space for the couple #3 to take their photos, they had visited and left within five minutes. When I returned I took many pictures from different angles in a kind of a hurry as I knew things were changing. I got about twenty minutes on my own at the temple dedicated to the fertility of union. I reclined on a spongy short grass mossy bank about ten steps form the middle, barefoot and bare-chested being caressed by the moist energies of the Mother and Daughter while Father Sun warmed my skin that was being tickled by the gentle Son of the Mother, the Wind. Minutes felt like hours, I even developed concern about sunburn.
I sat up to see six women had arrived to within ten steps of the temple centre as I had and I took notice of the elderly Lady Leader. Easily seventy she moved with gentle grace and held her group closely at the edge of the inner ring of power that she and I had recognised. When they settled I reclined again. After three minutes I felt a shift and sat up to see the group of six women joining hands around the holed donut stone. Then I realised that one of the Ladies was wearing only a towel and a tee shirt, this was moments before she removed the towel, then the tee shirt. She climbed gracefully while naked through the holed granite stone with help from her friends. She had gone North to South as the countersunk shape of the hole showed and then she stood and turned around with her palms joined and looked North quietly giving thanks. After a few moments she casually dressed and joined the circle again.
A second tall blonde German Lady undressed and also gracefully went through the Fertility Right with support from her friends. I am sitting quietly ten steps north of this incredibly beautiful ceremony when a third Lady climbed through the stone hole, this time fully dressed but with help from her friends. She, like the previous two Ladies turned north with palms joined in front of her heart and quietly gave thanks.
I realised that I was privileged by this group expressing their highest needs in such a powerful way in my presence but I also knew that it was time for me to leave. Now, I did not leave completely but instead I walked east for about 400 yards with my cameras in one hand and my shoes and shirt in the other. I hit a rim of synergy that I understood to be the edge of the combined energy of the six Ladies and the Monument. I stood just outside and felt that I was on guard. My feeling was to hold another sphere of energy as a time shield for this group on their sacred pilgrimage. I turned my gaze to the centre as they raised their joined arms and they all let out a group shout. Three times they repeated this. Ten minutes later they left. When they were leaving I began to return and I got another ten minutes to be at this place of love without company when couple #4 was seen coming up the track.
An English Couple who said hello and then the slim young Lady quickly climbed through twice fully dressed. She saw the group of thirty on their way up the track and said to me "Are you supposed to do it nine times?" and I replied, "there were some Ladies here earlier who did it naked". She smiled a British smile and joined her partner as the tour group arrived.
The leader held a stainless steel spring with one inch coils which was about two foot long as a version of the forked divining stick and proceeded to show the group the energies of the temple. I smiled with satisfaction as I saw him identify the same invisible energies at the three stones just as I had earlier. I left them and the British Couple as I happily sauntered back to my little car and the rest of my life. Oh, a good day.
I had had three ideas of what to do at these fertility stones, place a hand through the hole to receive a wedding ring, climb through - North / South once (naked / dressed) to get pregnant, and climb through dressed nine times to get pregnant. I had been privileged, "as if by Magic", said the Druid to himself with a deep grin. I gave thanks to St Michael and St Mary as emissaries of the God and Goddess for allowing me casual involvement in such powerful ceremony.
Afterwards I became aware that this was the other side of birth control. On one hand you have the pill, chemical disruption of the fertility cycle compounded by the low fertility of the toxic environment from organo estrogens. This is severe control by the dominator that plays havoc with female internal energetics. On the other hand you have gentle invocation with ritual and ceremony done in harmony and with respect seeking only to influence the energies for life. It is Woman's Right to choose to conceive a baby. This is what Fertility Rights are about - Working in Partnership with the Energies of Life. Those four Ladies expressed their right to choose for life at a very old stone temple that is dedicated to Fertility Rights and they allowed me to watch and support their hopes for conception.
May their wish be granted to each one of them and may your wishes be granted to you.
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