We’ve been back on European soil for a couple of weeks now. We just passed through Bugarach and Rennes-le-Château, where we went through some initiations to prepare us for our next destination: Glastonbury. Some time ago we received the message that we were to start the transmission of the teachings we’ve been receiving and that the place of transmission would be important for us and for the participants. What better place to start than the heart of the mythical land of Avalon?
And so it is that the on the 24th of October we arrive at Glastonbury, land of wonder, centre of the world and heart chakra of our planet. It’s nighttime when we arrive and for once we come ill prepared, without a clear roadmap or GPS. After a couple of hours of driving around in circles and having asked for indications in vain from the only “people” we met on the road, a gnome and a sorcerer, we give up on the idea of finding the soft bed that is waiting for us and we decide to sleep in the car, parked at the bottom of the Tor, just outside of the centre of Glastonbury.
A first night that we will remember, for we have dreams about past life experiences here and in spite of only 5 hours of sleep in a humid car, we wake up in excellent shape. Our journey is off to a good start.
We venture into the downtown neighbourhood that rather resembles a gnome village in broad daylight: the majority of shops is of esoteric nature, the buildings are painted in bright colours with magnificent decorations and murals and precious stones encrusted into the walls, etc. People are friendly, welcoming and definitely different…
That evening we decide to go for a pint of lager in the local pub “George & Pilgrim” to sample the local atmosphere. It turns out to be a feast for the eyes: we are surrounded by women with silver strands woven into their long hair, dressed in purple or black velvet dresses, typical English youths sporting football jerseys having a drink with a guy that looks like a mummy (bandages included) and who’s sitting on a throne, our waiter looks like the guardian of the cemetery in a Tim Burton movie and during the evening I treat myself to a psychic reading by a woman that offers consultations in the bar (and that contrary to her flamboyant look proves to be pretty down to earth and have remarkable intuition).
We say to ourselves that if one day we were to make a movie about ghosts, this bar would be the perfect location. We’ve just finished our sentence when we spot an article on the wall of the pub that shows a selfie of a tourist in the bar with a ghost on the background. Maybe this ghost is on of the monks that used to live in the abbey and that still wanders through the tunnel that connects the pub to the abbey grounds?
Who needs Harry Potter when you can go to Glastonbury?
Just like the human heart, this place is the engine of an entire organism that we call “the earth”. From this centre energy is sent, like the beatings of a heart, all over the world, via energy lines that pass through this central point and that branch out all over the planet, just like arteries. There is, for example, one line that connects Glastonbury to lake Titicaca (the first destination of our journey) and to Mount Kailas in Tibet (the antipode to one of our recent destinations – the Elqui valley in Chili) and to Uluru in Australia.
Like our heart that pumps blood through the arteries to all places of our human body, Glastonbury pulses energy and sends it through different ley lines, also known as dragon lines or song lines for the Aboriginals, to different places on this planet.
Glastonbury is unique for it represents unity and its function is to unify opposing forces (like the human heart). It honours the complementarity of the 2 poles of existence. It’s the meeting place of the 2 sides of our dual reality and all the expressions of this duality. Nothing is impossible here and the mantra seems to be “live and let live”, to each his own truth. As is shown in the fact that here, since many centuries, Christianity lives together in peace with Celtic rites and traditions. Here, people celebrate god and goddess, the holy trinity of man-woman-child. They say Marie-Magdalene came here, and also Anna, Jesus’s grandmother. The holy family is celebrated by pagans, and Arthur and Guinevere by Christians. Here, people celebrate Easter and Beltane, All Saints’ Day and Samhain, Yule and Christmas. The most beautiful example of this unity of belief systems is Brigid or Saint Brigit, a Celtic goddess, one of the Tuatha de Danan, protector of sacred wells and poetry, sanctified by the Catholic church and honoured and celebrated by pagans and Christians alike. The first of February 2015, it was the celebration of a ritual in honour of Brigid that announced the end of our life in Belgium and the beginning of our travels.
The history of Catholicism in Glastonbury is a lot more harmonious than in other parts of the world and is for once not the classic tale of repression of traditional rites, but more a story of integration and inclusion. King Arthur is not the enemy of Jesus, for their quest for justice and truth is the same and Marie-Magdalene and Guinevere are both expressions of the divine feminine. I feel that it is the energy of the place that demands this tolerance and collaboration and all the local abbots looked into the rich history of this territory and studied the myths, legends and traditions that formed the unique crucible we call Glastonbury today. The presumed grave of Arthur can be found on the abbey grounds; underneath the great altar was supposed to have been the trunk of a large oak tree containing two skeletons and a stone with the following inscription Hic Jacet sepultus inclitus rex Arthurus in insula avalonia (here lies the famous King Arthur on the isle of Avalon).
Even if the Catholic church tried several times to distance itself from anything that could hint at magic, nature spirits or anything of a supernatural order, it never quite succeeded in doing so in Glastonbury.
One episode in the history of the abbey clearly illustrates this fact: in 1908 Frederick Bligh Bond was appointed by the Bath & Wells Diocesan Foundation to act as master of excavation of Glastonbury abbey, to study and discover the nature and the purpose of the ruins on the abbey grounds. The diocesan trust just acquired the terrain and the abbey had been left to ruin and abandon since centuries, ever since Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries and executed the last abbot on the Tor.
To great joy and satisfaction of the trust, Frederick Bligh Bond delivered excellent work and quickly established the exact position and purpose of a whole series of buildings. This initial enthusiasm died down after the release of his book “Gates of remembrance” in which he reveals having received help in his work from a medium that received clear indications to the whereabouts of the ruins and their use from the spirits of deceased monks and abbots.
We can also find this double pagan-Christian heritage on the Tor in Glastonbury. The Tor is a natural mound, formed by 7 concentric circles, constructed by man and used during Celtic rites and celebrations. On the Tor you can still see Saint Michael’s tower, the only part that is left of a church that was once constructed on the top.
From the Tor we have breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside and the Summerset levels that are swallowed in a sea of mist almost every night, which adds to the already mystical character of Glastonbury. We assume that the origin of the word Glastonbury originates from the words glass + borough, land of glass, which reminds us of Ynis Withrin, the glassy island that is home to fairies and that hides in the mists to keep its secrets from those who have not yet opened their hearts.
Glastonbury was once surrounded by water and was literally an island surrounded by mirrors (or water). Because of the extensive drainage works carried out by the abbey monks the marshlands surrounding Glastonbury became suitable for habitation and cultivation.
It’s easy to understand the association with glassy fairy islands when you see the mist shrouding Glastonbury with an impenetrable veil. Ynis Withrin is thought to be another name for Avalon (isle of apples), the mythical land of King Arthur.
The first time we decide to climb the Tor is on the night of Samhain (Halloween). Samhain is a key turning point in the year between the season of light and the season of darkness. Our focal point switches from outside to inside. This moment in the year invites us to make peace with our shadow side and accept the dual nature of our existence. It is one of the moments that act according to the dynamics of giving-receiving in life, the coming and going of life energy at one of the turning points of the wheel of life. It’s a passage that makes the veils between different worlds transparent, as well as the veils we created around ourselves.
While the heart is the meeting place of different dimensions in our body: interior/exterior, high/low, past/future, masculine/feminine, the Tor is this place in Glastonbury. We can see the Tor as a world compass, the axis or needle that indicates the right way, the way of the heart, and that gives access to the different dimensions that exist in the universe, just by entering our inner temple.
Once we arrive on the summit of the Tor, we notice we are hardly alone. Many of the locals came here to honour the place, even if they don’t know exactly why. Some are here to celebrate Halloween because they are convinced the Tor is the entrance to the fairy realm and they hope to meet some. It doesn’t even matter why people came, what is important is that people still take an interest in energy places here and come to visit them on important moments in time.
We look for a place among the crowd and make a connection to the place. We immediately feel a strong energy flow streaming in through our feet and climb in our body to reach our heads. The energy is so strong that it makes us a bit light-headed just before everything calms down and the energy is redistributed in the body.
This energy opened up the energy channel at once and opens up our whole being so that we can give, at our turn, our energy to the Tor. The inner light has been switched on and becomes radiant as all the different episodes of our travels flash before my eyes and all the things I felt during these last couple of months course through my body. Quite peculiar, a bit like a USB stick that downloads its data onto a computer. It’s what it feels like to me, like a reset and I understand that from now on I will return to Glastonbury from time to time and reset the data I stored in myself, to redistribute the information all over the earth from the heart of the earth and start a new chapter, a new episode in life.
Once the transmission is completed, we look up and Wearyall Hill catches our eye in the distance. Wearyall Hill, another mythical place in Glastonbury. In oral transmissions the hill is said to be the place where Joseph of Arimathea arrived in Glastonbury carrying the holy Grail containing the blood of Christ. On this mount he tapped his walking stick on the ground and on that very spot a sacred holy thorn sprang into life. Sacred because contrary to other thorn trees it blossoms twice a year: once during summer and once during winter. There are still some thorn trees left that are said to be descendants of the original tree, among them 2 specimens that can be found In the garden of the Saint John the Baptist church in the centre of Glastonbury.
Let’s move a bit forward to allow us to finish our transmission on harmony and balance. We return to the Tor a second time and discover that it is the exact moment of a Venus and Mars alignment. A gift from the skies, the mirror of the dynamics of Glastonbury above our heads and a beautiful confirmation of our first transmission. As above, so below, this truth is very visible in the Glastonbury countryside where the constellations are mimicked by the surrounding natural features, sometimes with a little help from man. This zodiac makes Glastonbury and its surroundings into a great temple to the stars and it shows that the stars mirror the earth dynamics. The earth and sky are connected and the tower of Saint Michael on the Tor is the dial that indicates the movements of the cosmos.
The key for allowing humanity to manifest a new evolutionary step is encoded in the Aquarius constellation and the places that are represented in this constellation at Glastonbury: masculine and feminine are complementary, the 2 dynamics feed the wheel of life and stimulate the flow in life.
We don’t live in a sphere of conflictual duality, but in a complementary reality. This cosmic truth was well known by all harmonious civilisations and we are beginning to become familiar with these universal truths again. In Latin America this balance is represented by the moon and the sun or gold and silver (holy statues were always produced in pairs to honour the harmony of duality), in oriental traditions harmony is represented by the dynamics of Yin and Yang, in Celtic and druidic traditions these dynamics are represented by the wheel of life, in the origins of Christianity by Jesus and Marie-Magdalene, in Egypt Isis and Osiris and in the land of Avalon it’s King Arthur that was able to keep the peace in finding balance with his feminine counterpart Guinevere and by marrying the Christian traditions. There are no oppositions, there is only complementarity.
If we follow the logic of the planetary evolution, we are living at this very moment, the 2 springs will one day flow together again, representing a newfound harmony on earth.
The symbol that was chosen to represent Chalice Well, the female spring, is the vesica Pisces: 2 intertwining circles, 2 different principles (male-female, spirit-body, matter-spirit, sky-earth, shadow-light) and the unity or flowing together of the 2 in the middle. The Holy Trinity: man-woman-child or principle 1 and principle 2 (its mirror image) that meet in the middle to create a third element. The Vesica Pisces is surrounded by a circle that represents our world or universe. The duality that exists at the inside of unity gives birth to unity, etc. The infinite fractal.
This symbol is then pierced in the middle by a lance, which represents the sword of archangel Michael or King Arthur’s Excalibur, the word of truth, the middle path that puts everything back in its rightful place. It’s the axis or the needle that points to the just path, the way of the heart that gives access to all other dimensions that exist in the universe.
Our stay has come to an end and this is our last day in Glastonbury. Jean-Baptiste and I have returned to Chalice Well gardens, home to the red spring. It was the rehabilitation of a sacred spring, 4 years ago, that catalysed the beginning of our life’s mission. Later on, our druidic union and the transmissions of the druid that helped us prepare for our marriage, sealed our joint direction. It’s the road of harmony that we chose and manifesting and showing the different ways that lead to harmony is part of our life’s mission.
7 months ago we started our journey with the organisation of a ritual for Imbolc that was led by the energy of Brigid and since then we travelled from Beltaine over Lughnasad to finally arrive at Glastonbury at the moment of Samhain and reencounter Brigid on Celtic territory.
Here, with stars in our eyes and filled with the wonder of what we experienced these past couple of days, we feel that the first cycle of our alchemical voyage has come to an end and that a new cycle begins, towards new adventures and new horizons.