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The Tor and The Trees

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

The Glastonbury Tor has been dated back to 500 – 1000 AD. There is proof that in 1243, the Monastery of St Michaels was granted permission to hold a fair on top of the hill. The monks lived there until 1275 when the monastery was destroyed by a large earthquake. It was rebuilt in the 14th Century, but all that remains today is the topless Tower. After the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, this particular monastery was a pile of rubble and most of the stones were carted away by locals for their own building projects.

We leave the faeries behind and work our way up the hill to the tower. I was surprised how close we
actually were when we hit the path we were meant to follow. Originally the Tor would have been walked in
its labrynth pattern, but with fear of erosion to the hillside, it is requested that we stick to the marked
path.

It is very windy at the top and stepping inside the tower is like stepping into a wind tunnel. It is cool as
well, and many of my Reiki classmates seek the side of the tower for its warmth and windbreak. We
enjoyed our lunch, marvelled at the 360 degree view, took pictures and gradually separated to check out
the energy around the hilltop.

I lay on the earth and sent Harth, a Karuna Reiki symbol (heals all relationships) that the faeries requested
we send. Considering the hanging of the abbot in the tower in 1539, by King Henry VIII, the energy of the
Tor feels pretty good. In fact, it is almost invigorating. It is said you can climb the Tor in a negative frame
of mind, but you will leave feeling lighthearted, even singing. I could understand why the Tor would need
to fill its own well of healing energy, and as we left the Tor, headed towards the trees, I did feel pretty
good and was ready for more adventure.

Gog and Magog, are 2000 year old oak trees that have survived much in their lifetimes. (These trees are named after two legendary Pagan giants who are immortalized through wooden carvings displayed in the London Guildhall). Until several years ago, they both held all their leaves, but now Gog is but a tall stump and his bark is threatening to fall. These two trees are the last of an ancient avenue of oaks, believed to be planted by the Druids to walk between on their sacred journey to the Tor top. They are hidden in a corner of a field surrounded by a fence that we eagerly climb to get closer, and put our hands on the ancient trees.

Magog still lives but you can feel her sadness. I call her a ‘she’ as I felt a gently, soft energy. People have
been paying their respects as there are little gifts of jewelry, money, ribbons and crystals nestled in her
crevices.

I moved to Gog and was totally caught off guard with his sadness. Within a minute, there were huge tears
pooling in my eyes and gulps caught in my throat. I knew if I didn’t break contact, I would have been a sobbing mess.

I pretty well ran to the fence to put some distance between us as this amount of emotion was the last
thing I expected to feel.

In fact, here at home, I have a large oak tree, who is slowly losing some of its life. I have often felt her
energy while I was looking for wisdom and/or stories and just to feel the soft green cloak of her aura, but never have I felt the likes of which overcame me that afternoon by the ancient, sacred giants. I am blessed and full of gratitiude for the journey once again.

Nameste, Kate

The Magic of Avalon

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

The day after our Karuna Reiki Master course ended, our class and friends set off on a hike, visiting many magical places that are well within walking distance of the Abbey.

One of the stops I was anticipating was the entrance to Faerieland on the Tor.

The first night I stayed at the Abbey, as I settled in to bed, thinking about our Reiki course beginning and the excitement of the symbols, I felt many happy little faeries jumping up and down around my feet. This lasted for about 3 minutes, so I sent a silent hello and thanked them for the greeting. This only confirmed that my whole journey was going to be wonderful, just as I envisioned.

After we left the Chalice Well and the White Spring (stories waiting to be told), we headed up the path to the Tor.

The Tor, a hill named for the tower left standing after the second built church was destroyed by an earthquake in 1275, stands tall in the area. It is home to Gwyn ap Nudd, King of the Faeries, as well as a source of countless legends of the past. The Tor is atop a hill built in a labrynth pattern, which in ancient history is typical of the Goddess. These hills and mountains were her thrones on earth, celebrating harmony and balance, depicting the soul’s journey of life, death and rebirth.

There is a story dating 650 AD of a Christian hermit who was living in a cell on the Tor and was visited by two emissaries of the Faerie King, Gwyn ap Nudd. They persuaded him to visit their King on the summit of the Tor. Believing faeries to be demons, he took holy water with him. When offered food, he refused and
sprinkled the holy water everywhere. Immediately their glass castle and the faeries disappeared from sight.

Legend has this area known also as the Glass Island and Annwn, the Celtic land of Faeries, King Arthur and the cauldron of plenty. Years before the UK redefined it’s land mass, Glastonbury was surrounded by water and was known as the Isle of Avalon, the place between death and the next journey. There are legends associated throughout history with this magical place, stories abounding with King Arthur, the Druids, the Celts and Morgan La Fay (Celtic Goddess and Faerie Queen, as well as being King Arthur’s sister).

For all the legends, upon our visit on June 8/09, the Faeries were there, inquisitive, excited and shy at the same time. We all sat on the hillside about half way up to the Tor, near the entrance to their home and silently said our thanks, welcoming the Faeries. Within seconds of our silence, the faeries were upon us.
As they jumped on our backs, it felt like a push (they weigh more than I imagined), they tapped our shoulders, our noses, our mouths, hid in the trees, peeked out, and danced around us. They wanted to know who we were. Linda, one of my classmates, told them we were Karuna Reiki Master/healers/practitioners. They wanted to know the symbols, and upon seeing them, asked for us to chant some of them, picking one because they thought it looked like fun (it looks like a propeller of sorts).
They also asked us to send healing to the Tor, with one symbol in particular as it heals the heart, all manner of relationships, develops compassionate action and invites happiness. This symbol is often sent to Spiritual Beings so they can aide us in creating love in our hearts.

We chanted a few of the symbols, a beautiful sound and a wonderful way to evoke the healing powers of the symbols. We then thanked the Faeries and continued up the hillside to the Tor, opening up more adventures and more stories for another day.

Nameste, Kate

Karuna Reiki and Stonehenge

Friday, June 26th, 2009

My trip has come and gone and I’m still processing all the amazing things I experienced while there in the Glastonbury area.

The class was wonderful and the symbols of Karuna are a gift in themselves. They are keys that activate deep healing at different frequencies and as we practised these symbols during our class, the differences in their energies was palpable.

The highlight of the class, and I believe this is true for all 21 of us, was our last attunement in the center of Stonehenge.

The call of the stones was in me long before I left Port Alberni, and as I was approaching the megalithic structure for the first time, the tears sprung up and slowly glided down my cheeks for a good hour. It was a “coming home” experience, a true release of anticipation as I felt the core of my being slowly expand and release and pure happiness engulfed me. As my friend, Judy (she was accepted as part of our class, even though she wasn’t actually in it) and I walked around the circle in awe, still outside the ropes, we high-fived, hugged, laughed and I cried some more tears. I took snapshots at every 10 paces, I am sure, and surprised they turned out as I could barely see through my watery eyes.

Our private session was for 7:30 so we had a good hour to absorb the immensity of the experience before they kicked everyone out and got readied for the private groups. We reassembled and entered again.
This time the ropes were down. As a sign of respect for this great sacred place, we removed our shoes and socks, even though we had piled on extra fleece as the wind was biting. To feel our bare feet on the sacred ground was something special. As we hurried to feel the stones, hands on and third eye touching, (as I think all energy healers would do given the chance), we were overcome with joy and so many unnameable feelings.

As we settled in to the experience, we laid our treasures in the center of our circle. We had all brought stones, crystals, jewelry, candles, crystal skulls, singing bowls, etc. to absorb the awesome healing energy of our circles during class and especially for our circle in the middle of Stonehenge. We sent symbols to the Stones and as we steadied our souls with a meditation/prayer of gratitude and invitation, William Rand, our facilitator and founder of the International Center for Reiki Training, proceeded with our attunement.
I have never had an attunement with such a large number of people before this class, so that also was a gift. It gives you time to process and allow the symbols to work their magic into your chakras before the next step, and still experience more magic as the energy circles round.

After the first round, I immediately ‘saw’ Stonehenge in all it’s original grandeur against a vivid purple/violet starlit sky. There were trees in the picture also and the image remained long enough to get a good look. It is imprinted in my soul. I thanked the universe again for this awe-inspiring opportunity and gift. The second round brought a picture of the Druids gathered in all their glory. As I mentioned these visions on the bus back to the Glastonbury Abbey Retreat House, our home for four nights, one of my classmates said “I saw the exact same images”. It was just too cool! There were many gifted healers and a couple gifted ‘channelers’ so to speak, and everyone was blessed with their own special insights.

We were now Karuna Reiki Master/Teachers, with an unforgettable shared gift. We all commented also on the change in the circle as our attunement began.

Before we started the Jackdaws had been circling overhead making themselves known as some of them live in the hollows now worn out in the Sarson stones. The wind had been cold and brisk but all that changed.
The birds became silent and still, the wind ceased and we could all feel a warm beam of light on our faces even though the sun was not visible. We were grateful again for the divine presence and the shared love and joy.

We gathered back at the Abbey for a snack left by the gracious staff and people either slid off to their rooms for some private processing or shared more thoughts on our incredible journey.
In the morning, our hugs were just that much more loving and joyous. Life is indeed grand, generous and humbling. I thank one and all, visible and not, for my journey of a lifetime.

Nameste, Kate

From Bath in the UK

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

Hi everyone, I know I said I would write from Glastonbury but finding internet stations is more difficult than expected. I am limited here on my time and just want to say, Stonehenge was more than I expected – I have kept notes, recorded our days and will write when I am home as our days are absolutely filled with sightseeing and walking. Nameste to all, and I am so grateful for all this trip has opened up for me. Till later, love, light, peace and laughter, Kate