Voyagers to the Hoar Stone on July 23rd, 2013: Sheila Murphy, Edward Swarthout and Rex Harrison
Voyager Sheila Murphy
On arriving at the Stone, we listened to Rex who told us about a sadness he had felt the previous day when he’d arrived to “scout” the area. He felt this to be something to do with the water.
As we were about to begin, standing in a 3 , making a triangle throughout the time we worked with The Hoar Stone, we talked, shared experiences and we heard a CRACK.
A noise that sounded as though a big horse chestnut had fallen from a tree onto a hard surface.
Of course there was no chestnut and no hard surface; the ground was full of leaves.
Rex searched for anything on the ground and lifted up a tiny green seed for us to see.
I felt , at the time ( although I didn’t verbalize it) that we had accessed an entrance and opened a lock.
Many times during the ceremony ( which I read out as you had specified) I felt the presence of Mary , Mother of Yeshua.
When I read my gift of a Prayer/Poem (below) as SHE, Rex became very excited and said that The Stone had turned green; we looked and saw that the rock surface was, in fact greener than the previous all over grey. A green streak that we noticed at the beginning became more vibrant and alive with colour.
Throughout the ceremony I was aware of The Wind, a gentle but purposeful blowing around us as The Breath of Life: I felt at one stage it becoming stronger and stronger amplifying the words as they were spoken.
When we had finished the ceremony we relaxed in the space surrounding The Stone.
Rex sat on a small rock, I was on the leafy ground and Edward leant against The Stone surrounded by a myriad of crystals; extraordinary gifts from his world travels. It was then that I saw an arch way appear , inscribed into The Stone behind him.
It was large and very clear. Then after a while, a door appeared to fill the arch shape and it swung open.
Not immediately , but soon after, I saw stairs going down as though in some deep castle dungeon; they went down and down.
Emerging as a light enchantment was a beautiful being. Her hair was Golden and fell onto her shoulders, it was soft and wavy and moved easily as she moved. Her face was alive with Light and Beauty and in fact her whole being was in stark contrast to the darkness around her, her clothes were veil- like, flimsy and waving gently as though in a breeze.
She wafted up from the depths to the open door, from beneath to the surface. I couldn’t see her feet or arms ( although they were there) she simply floated in veils of Light up the steps.
It was only later that Rex asked “Did she come out of the door?” that I saw her complete the journey up and through the doorway.
Later as Edward sat, candles lit, leaning against The Stone, I saw a Huge Key imprinted in the rock by the side of him ; it was nearly as big as his body.
He then began to share his personal activation material. He read out loud The 12 Labours of Hercules . The Violet Ray was brilliantly present as I sat in meditative pose for the reading.
Both Rex and I felt the power and impact of this rhythmic discourse from Edward. (He also read more texts, in which the presence of St Germain was apparent to me.)
A final mention of the environment . We noticed a wren that made himself noticeable by constant crisscrossing in flight around The Stone; this seemed significant as on the previous day Rex saw no birds and heard no sounds as he traveled to The Stone. Certainly as we progressed through the ceremony, there was bird song and later Rex saw a squirrel!
I was aware, on entering the enclosure , before the ceremony started, that a large stone appeared to hold the form of a hound , lying in a recumbent , sleepy way ; its large body sprawled on the ground.
On another note, we saw that the trees , outside the area of The Stone were tall and straight, displaying a beautiful canopy of leaves.
Inside the circular enclave , the trees were full of knots , entwining their trunk and branches around themselves, holding many images of faces .(see picture)
The stone itself was deeply pitted , I could almost see paw prints and expressions of watchful faces roaring through Time.
Spoken in Ceremony at
The Hoar Stone July23rd 2013
I surrender into The Pathway
Of this most sacred Stone.
I give My Love,
To register upon this Scroll,
The soil of Ancient Times,
Within these Worlds
A Guardianship entwined
Who stands forever Gold
Within The Sacred Vine.
Be with me.
I am SHE.
Written and spoken
by Sheila Murphy
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Voyager Rex Harrison
A tale of Water and more
I arrived in the area of the Stones on the 22nd and set off on a walk from Taston, where I was staying in a B@B, to the Stones.
I wanted to get a feel of the land, it’s important to me. It was hot and I was glad to enter the shade of the woods, named Deadman’s Riding Wood on the map. I followed a broad pathway overgrown with tall wild Grasses, yellow and pink flowers, and as I walked Cabbage white butterflies disturbed by my steps fluttered around me. The sun sparkled in the mottled shade. The wood to my left and my right was a different place to this path and I picked up a feeling of Great Sadness coming from it. I stopped and listened. No sound issued from in there and I could not hear birds nor see any sign of movement. The wood ground was completely overgrown with Stinging Nettles and so impossible to walk in there. The sadness was somewhat overwhelming as I continued deeper into the wood. I took a wrong path and became a bit lost, something slithered in the grass, a snake. After some time I found a wider track and continued on my way.
As I entered a place called Fulwell, (note the name ie “FULLWELL” or a, well full of water), I stopped and talked to a local resident who was doing some gardening.
Before I continue it is important to note that the B&B I was staying at, Middle Farm, not only has a Neolithic Stone against one of its back walls but also gets its water from a nearby Spring which only services 1 other property. Here is a photo I took of the Source of this Spring.
The Gardener told me a lot of local history including details of a reservoir or Lake of water that used to exist back up and over the hill that I had come, somewhere within the woods. It used to supply the group of cottages in Fulwell and was pumped up the next hill to a storage tank from where it was gravity fed down the other side of the hill into Enstone and Church Enstone. But this System had long been abandoned and now their water comes from new mains to the “Grid”. He also told me one local interpretation of the Hoar Stones , A Rider, his dog and horse all turned to stone. One of the stones that lie flat in the ground around the 3 central standing Stones does indeed look like a dog.!
The raised land above the left hand wall of the enclosure is in fact a flat topped Pyramid of recent construction now overgrown, which upon further investigation appears to be underground Storage tanks probably for water. An open and missing inspection cover on top of the structure reveals a large space below accessed by a metal step ladder fixed to the wall. The ground plants on the slopes of this structure seem to be deformed compared to the same plants further away.
The sadness of this place came with me as I went off in search of Beer and food
Part 2 The day of the 23rd and meeting Ed, The Great Eagle and Sheila, Vision Seer
I met with Ed and Shiela and not by coincidence did they both arrive within 5 mins of each other, Shiela by train which was delayed and Ed by car. We drove to the site. When I got out of the car and entered the enclosure the sadness I had experienced the previous day was much less. I noticed a Wren, (a very small native bird, rare) sitting on a branch over the stones. The Trees within the enclosure had grown to form a web or canopy of intertwined branches.
The Bird flew away. I will leave the telling of the Ceremony to Sheila. We agreed we were a Trinity. Towards the end I noticed a change in colour of the Stones, quite dramatic, a glowing Emerald Green, particularly at a place near my feet at the base of the large stone. A Photo was taken but I don’t have. After Sheila had said those lovely words, Ed and I were invited to say something. In my mind there were the words already but I waited for Ed. He was far away leaning with one hand on the stone. Time passed and Sheila looked to me. Hesitantly I said, “Come into the Light and be reborn.” Shiela had a vision of a lady in white ascending the stairs to the portal entrance and she relayed her sight in words to us. As I closed my eyes, I too could see her coming up the stairs all light around her and smiling such Joy. My heart was bursting to cry at the release of this sadness I had felt and was unable to say much after this without the tears welling inside me.
Ed then read from some writings he had brought with him. I have a photo, note the heart shaped hole in the stone above his left shoulder.
As he read the words my attention was elsewhere, though I felt the words enter me as a rhythm. The Wren had returned and was sitting on a branch outside of the enclosure. I heard the sounds of other birds, a breeze stirred in the trees around us. A Squirrel suddenly appeared from behind the trunk of a nearby tree and looked towards us, then scurried off to another tree and was gone. Life seemed to be returning to the woods spreading from here outwards. As I focused my attention on the enclosure and the wall around it was as if the background had been cut out and we were in no place of time or space only the enclosure us 3 and the stones, the land and trees beyond the walls were like a white cut out shape. My attention was disturbed and everything returned to “normal”.
I was looking at some Photos of the stone on my LCD display computer screen, interesting to note here Liquid Crystal Display, but when I moved my head down lower to view the screen the image changes dramatically and looks very much like the glowing Emerald I had seen. Try it for your self.
I leave you with this quote from a recent post from Maia.
“Use these energies of stone to signify and represent a circuit of light that makes its way home to a place within a heart that has hurt for too long. These energies signify and represent a circuit of light that makes its way home to a place within an earthen heart that has hurt for too long.”
Photos by Sheila and Rex
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