Stones for me had always been alive – but I had yet to feel the connecting energy that linked them. It was while learning to dowse at Avebury Henge that I first began to ‘see’ energy. And became acquainted with ley lines.
The rods in my hands moved as I ran them slowly up the face of a stone, far enough away from it that the rods didn’t connect. And they moved at very specific points, which we were told were vibrational energy points the stone was giving off, and that these points could also be read by other more sophisticated machinery.
Avebury Henge also happens to be on a ley line – energetic lines of energy that criss cross the Earth. In the United Kingdom, the ley lines are referred to as Michael and Mary lines. We walked in a line across one and felt the edges of the energy line; demonstrated quite clearly by the moving rods. I closed my eyes and saw orange lines of energy – some bits closer to being white – like blurred neon signs in a timelapsed photograph. And opened them to see where I’d been looking was part of the ley line.
Later that week, we returned to Avebury and walked to the top of Windmill Hill through some fields. I closed my eyes, and saw the orange-white energy lines – two of them – one curving away from me through the mounds. I was surprised that I could see it and it awoke something within me. I felt connected somehow to these lines of energy – like they were part of my blood, part of my heritage.
Green and Grey 