david hobbs
|
The New England Wood WorkingI hope that I haven't put this on before. The events are true and still vivid in my mind.
Phil and I left home at around 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and made our way over to New England wood situated in Eastwood Essex. I had my quartz crystal in my pocket and a staff in the boot of the car, in fact everything that an aspirant on the majical path should need. I must admit that as I drove along I felt mildly silly. I was forty years of age for Christ’s sake, and until recently a rational sort of a guy, married with a mortgage and two kids to worry about, and now here I was going to a wood to do what? I had absolutely no idea. Was I mad? It was all too easy to forget the things that had happened to me over the previous months. Perhaps I had made more of them that there really was. Was I deluding myself, in fact who the hell did I think I was a bloody magician. Stop it I told myself. Just calm down, and see what comes. I had noticed that before circle, or any work connected with the occult, I always became very agitated, and had to struggle to still myself. Today was obviously going to be no exception. We left the car at the end of Eastwood Rise, a road leading to the eastern edge of New England Wood and made our way down the dirt pathway and across the field until we reached the perimeter. There was a weak November sun in the sky and the wind had a bite to it but none the less I was almost unaware of it as I tried to let my intuition have free reign without to much mind chatter getting in the way. We skirted the wood to the south following the course of a little stream that defined the boundary of part of the wood and I felt myself being drawn to a spot about a hundred yards deeper in amongst the trees. I stopped and looked into the wood. “What do you think Phil” He looked into the wood for a few moments and then pointed to a small clearing that was lit by a stream of winter sunlight. “I think that looks good”. I was immediately struck by how positive he was, no indecision, and more markedly no stutter. “That’s good enough for me then” I assured him. I entered the small glade and became aware of the staff in my hand. I came to a halt and planted it firmly on the ground in front of me. This was it, the time and the place, but what to do. Pushed my hand into my trouser pocket and fished out the crystal that had been placed there before leaving the house. Something was happening. Was I imagining it or was the crystal beginning to buzz in my hand. Not an audible buzz but a feeling of a current of electric energy running through it. It flow became stronger and there was no mistaking it, the crystal was coming alive, and channelling energy from God knows where to God knows what. I closed my eyes and raising my staff into the air bringing it back to Earth with a loud thud, then another and another. Everything was coming to life the crystal buzzed like mad and across the tree tops could clearly be heard the sound of a distant rustling approaching at tree height from behind me. Nerves had left me now and something else was running the show, something far bigger and more powerful than I. The sound was coming closer and more urgent as it raced through the tree tops toward me and suddenly as it was directly over my head The crystal in my had was forced toward the ground by some unseen hand and a last a powerful energy poured through it and was earthed. I heard a gasp, and realised through the haze of my mind that Phil was still standing on the edge of the clearing. And then it was over. A thick silence settled over the clearing nothing broke it, no wind, no buzzing energy, just total cotton wool clad stillness. The universe had had an orgasm, and was resting now, for which I was very grateful. It took awhile to gather myself, and turn toward the spot where Phil stood staring at me. “Did you see anything Phil” I was the one stuttering now. “Yes, as you pointed the crystal toward the ground a beam something like a searchlight came up and, then seemed to spread out over the tree tops a bit like a mushroom cloud. I looked at him for a few seconds and finally asked” what the hell was that all about? He shook his head, and in a voice that seemed to lose its strength said” I haven’t a clue, but it was bloody powerful”. “Time to go I suggested. He just gave me a bewildered look and nodded his head, “Yeh I’m getting cold.
|
