In chatting with Mark last night, the idea surfaced to perhaps cast a triangle of stillness at the ley-line center juncture point we’re going to try to find and see what messages or effect we get. Potentially burying crystals in the same area was mentioned. Will run it by Ivo, of course, before we do anything. Would like to learn ways to strengthen our shields from unsavory entities first also.
Advice from an Old Ally
Michael Smith poured a Wiccan-protocol sweat lodge at Seelie Court today. In the fifth (Spirit) round, I went within and invited Charm into the lodge as I have done many times before. In my earlier contacts with her in the late ’90s, she had extended a kind of protection to me to help ward off the “baddies” on the subtle planes. Once my work with her was completed, she told me that I no longer needed that protection. Today, however, she said,
“You’re going to be needing some help again. There are guys out there that want to twist what you’re doing or thwart it altogether. I’m going to put you under the umbrella again — you and any of your group who need it while you work with Will.”
Evening Meditation: May 8th
Will and I met at the spot on the bank of the Brandywine where the group had taken shelter under the shade of some trees. I wanted to re-iterate our purpose to him one-on-one and answer any remaining qualms he might have about these Earth-plane beings muscling in on his turf. He was more open than he had been earlier and we spoke for a while about what kinds of things we could do to help him (i.e., redirect energy with crystals, perform rituals, etc.) Without saying anything, he provided me with a flash of an image of rutilated quartz. I understood that the filaments of rutile in the crystal could be seen as a microcosmic representation of ley lines and that by orienting the crystal in the proper way, we could strengthen the lines and, to a degree, bend them in new directions so as to make new “circuits” around disrupted points.
Evening Meditation: May 9th
Returned to the same astral spot on the river bank and called out to Will. He walked up to me and we greeted with the tentative familiarity of new friends. After some conversation, he pointed out the spot in the river that I had earlier identified as the possible focus of several ley lines (Ivo has subsequently informed me that it is further down stream near the Baynard Blvd. bridge). At his suggestion, I placed myself in the path of the nearest line and had the amazing experience of becoming the ley line. My consciousness was stretched miles in length and to nearly a single point in thickness. I could sense the places where the line was strong (in the vicinity of the park) and places where it faltered, then took up strength again.
The First Step
A group of us met in Brandywine Park near the zoo in Wilmington. The weather could not have been better — warm and sunny with gentle breezes. We found a spot on the lawn between the zoo and the river and made our first contact with a being whom we’ll refer to as “Will”, the genius loci of the greater Wilmington area.