Something happens to a lot people when they find, or are told, that they can heal or that they are mediumistic, or possess some form of psychic gift. They become eager to demonstrate that new found talent to whom ever is handy, and they can become obsessed to the point where they want to heal everything from a sick cat to planet Earth.
It is as if they had become like children given a new toy, with all the impatience and innocent enthusiasm of a child placed in a whole new dimension, and quite frankly their enthusiasm can become a real pain in the arse. Unwanted messages whispered in your ear by the lady sitting behind you in the spiritualist church, and budding healers saying that they are picking up on back problems with whomever might be within their range, and then offering to give usually somewhat embarrassed person some unwanted healing. I suppose that I was as bad with my new found magical contacts, so when Ernie from Ian and Gloria’s circle telephoned and asked “did we fancy a trip out for the day to visit some ancient earth workings in Essex” I was only to keen to accept. Let’s face it the very word ancient conjures up feelings of mystery and I was now firmly into the mystery business, and had always had an interest in antiquities. Perhaps something interesting would happen. I really wanted something to happen.
Navestock in Essex it seemed, was our destination and we drove down the A127 heading west and talking about what we would find when we arrived there. Apparently these earthworks had been visited by one William Stukeley a famous antiquarian, at least four times, between 1725 – 1761, and Ernie had read of what Stukley had found on visiting these sites and that had sparked his curiosity. Fact was that these earth workings are still a mystery, but they did make for a good day out in the countryside with the promise of a pub meal afterwards. The weather was good and we managed to park the car in a country lane quite close to the earthworks which were a short walk across a farm field. As we walked we startled two hares into action and marvelled at their incredible speed as the bolted across the newly ploughed field. We found the earth workings buried amongst some dense woodland and they covered a much larger area than I had expected. We explored the ancient site for a while guessing wildly at what may have taken place here in the distant past. We all decided to stand quietly and “tune into” the site. We all jumped out of our skins when something large and heavy suddenly crashed through the nearby bushes and startled us. It turned out to be a deer that we had disturbed, and we all laughed when we realised that it was not some ancient conjured up, site guardian coming to see us unwanted intruders out of his domain.
Some time was spent in the area looking at the various sites, until Ernie suggested that we might go out towards Epping Forest and perhaps find a decent watering hole. Ernie had the map and as we drove he was giving me directions. We were passing by a village green when something thumped me hard in my left ear. It was a familiar thing that happened to me a lot in circle and I always took it as something trying to tell me to pay attention. I let out a grunt, and Ernie asked me what was wrong. “As we passed that lane back there something bashed me in the ear” I said. “Well let’s go back and go down the lane and see where it takes us then”. I turned the car around and made my way back to the village green and then headed down the lane. As I said before I had learned from my circle work that thumps in the ear were not to be ignored and I wondered were on earth this lane would take us. Perhaps it would lead to another ancient site or an old church to be just waiting to be explored. We drove to the end of the lane and realised that it finished on the very edge of Epping Forest, and we had reached the end of the line. I looked around a little bemused wondering why I had been drawn to this place. “Nothing much here” my wife offered. “No not too much” Ernie agreed. I looked to my right and spotted an old notice board hidden behind some bushes. I climbed out of the car and walked over to take a closer look and nearly fell over when I read the words “Debden Campsite”. Behind the bushes I could now see tents and this indeed was a campsite. It was the very same campsite that I had cycled across London to with my schoolmates in the summer holidays, and spent endless days camping and wandering in the nearby woodland. I remembered the open camp fires the smell of frying bacon, and the dawn choruses the would be ear-splittingly deafening. My parents had bought me a tent that was manufactured out of old wartime parachutes. Our sleeping bags where army blankets stitched folded in half and stitched together down one side. No padding or anything to lay on save the hard cold earth, but to a lad who had barely been outside of Leyton this was the depths of the countryside. Everything had been strange and new and it was my first time away from home on my own. Going there had always felt like an adventure. I had wonderful memories of this place but had completely forgotten about it, even where it was. Suddenly the words came into my head. “We can get you anywhere we wish whenever we wish”. There is no need to go searching. It was a contact from the inner planes and yet again it was teaching me a very simple lesson from them. You don’t run things, we do. I realised that I was becoming like the obsessed healers and mediums I had met and this lesson was clear. Stop it. My ego wanted me to-do things” and ego is an enemy to the evolution of the spirit. I remembered the incident on Hadleigh downs and mentally answered the voice in my head. “Point taken”.
mark
i enjoyed reading this david,you xplained how you felt well and the message was there as you said too,a wonderfull story to tell in your book
david hobbs
Cheers Mark
It's not exactly good literature and needs work.
I am taking the liberty of using this forum as a sounding board
meiah
Include it.
So often we do things on a hunch, or just because it feels right, and it is easy to dismiss these and not important to anyone else.
They are. Even if it just acts to remind people that so much of what we do, is done for a reason, even if we don't understand immediately what that reason is.
You got yours straight away, which is wonderful, but so often it seems I don't get mine until later when I look back on events.
When I was looking for a house, the girls and I visited one which we thought was nigh on as good as we could get with the money we could afford.
The next day, after i drove past it, a tree feel down in front of my car. I thought "hmmm, something rotten there, not the way to go". I just had an iffy feeling, so called the estate agent to say we wouldn't be putting an offer in, and within the week found this house, which was perfect.
david hobbs
Thanks you guys. Inspiring as ever.
I have learnt a lot about myself whilst writing.
One lesson came from something Meiah said regarding looking at the things you can do. Thing is you do not realise that you can do them until you try.
Quickening thread.
I look for reasons I can do things instead of can't, and I do those things when they need doing.
I have teachers everywhere.
meiah
david hobbs wrote:
Quickening thread.
I look for reasons I can do things instead of can't, and I do those things when they need doing.
And sometimes things need doing just because you don't know that you can until you do them
mark
great post ,informative ,and pulls no punches,im gonna like this site !
some of the time
feels real
evergreen
David I hadn't read this before .. your experiences are so many and I enjoy reading them so much I can only imagine what knowledge lays in your head.... I do hope you get a move on with this book I'm busting to read it
wackyjacky
I say put as many of your experiences in the book as you can David. Type it as you felt and experienced the things that happened and the reader will get a feel of the type of person you are as well as the experiences you had as they happened to you. They'll get a sense of your sense of humour too as even just on these forums and sites that I've known you from, I can get a feel of the type of person you are, and yes, your sense of humour shows through!! The important thing is though, that people get a true sense of your experiences... and boy are they in for a surprise if these little tidbits are anything to o by.
Raymond too should write a book.... he also seems to have had many experiences that others (well, I for one) would love to read about.
The important thing is though, that people get a true sense of your experiences... and boy are they in for a surprise if these little tidbits are anything to o by.
