Honouring souls by telling their story
A dowsing trip to ANCIENT HILLTOP CARN BREA
Arriving on the top of Carn Brea, after a bumpy ride up the small track, we were presented with far reaching views all around and a lovely catching up with old friends of the dowsing kind, realising, after moving up a county last year, how much I miss the wonderful outings and talks that Trencrom Dowsers provides. As always, the organisers John & Jill had researched the area’s history and features and prepared hand outs which provided the happy dowsers with suggestions about locations to dowse for. Whilst the group dispersed into all directions of this magnificent ancient hilltop, I chose to take in the surroundings first, clambering down a set of huge boulders at the base of the medieval castle. Then turned around and marvelled at the view of the castle rising up, filling the skyline. Part of its foundation was built onto a rocky outcrop. Remembering something John said earlier (“I bet this was built way before building regulations!”), I smiled silently. Yes, it was most definitely an impressive piece of rogue castle building. Very photogenic though!
After the senses of wonder and of getting a perfect shot were satisfied, it was then time for some dowsing. I didn't get very far from the castle area though, as the rods led me to a place where a story wanted to be told. Spending most of my time in that one spot, unravelling the story, dowsed question by dowsed question, a tragic event was revealed. In very short; it was about 128 local men, women and children (of which 21 children) who were trapped here, hiding in a tunnel/cave in 1004 BC and who all died of starvation because of a siege on the hill from sea faring people who came from the Mediterranean area with 8 ships for the purpose of raiding tin. The story was being told by the spirit of a 62 year old woman who was well aware that it was just her body that died, not her soul. Which led to the information that some souls of her group were still trapped here. Further dowsing showed that it was okay to help them and that the sort of help that would be appreciated, was to assist with releasing these souls.
Then, mainly with the aid of my Spirit Team (learned in a workshop with David Leesley which is a gift that keeps on giving) and with the backup support of my companion Stu, guarding and holding the space, a dimensional portal was opened by the Spirit Team who welcomed and invited the lost souls to come home. Once they realised their situation and started leaving, it turned into an emotional but beautiful departure that sent thick cold shivers down my spine as their souls started stepping into the vortex of light one by one. Some of them expressed that they knew of the help being given by doing a gratitude flyby first, adding to and intensifying my shivering sensations. Imagine the sensation of feeling cold on a hot Summer day… times 10. After a while a quiet peacefulness arose. There was no more shivering. The land breathed serenity. Using the dowsing rod, I asked the Spirit Team if it was done. “Yes.” “Thank you, please now seal the space where the portal was and give me a sign when it is done.” It took about 2 to 3 minutes before the rod gave a ‘it is done’.
Before this session started, I had already asked Stu to find a small rock, pebble or other object that spoke to his intuition so that we could leave it here as a token there to remember them by. He placed it with reverence and then we stood silent for a bit. We had honoured their story, witnessed their silent tragedy and helped release the lingering souls and their emotions stored in this place. No further words were needed. All was well.
It was the first time ever that dowsing led to such specific answers and I have to admit that afterwards, I questioned if the story was real or just a figment of my imagination? It felt real but would it hold up with historical facts? I wanted to find out therefore I started researching some of the details of the dowsed story such as the time line and if there could have been a tunnel. Instead of finding evidence that I’d gone cuckoo, it offered information that showed it could have been a very plausible story as 1) there was indeed tin mining in that era, 2) the area did have Mediterranean connections and 3) there were (lots of) tunnels recorded in archaeological reports! Amazing.
Maybe, if you are ‘weird’ like me, and sometimes doubt yourself, whether it is in dowsing or some other intuitive art, it is time to trust your Self. You may be more accurate than you think.
"In the Iron Age the site was reoccupied and minerals were mined from the hillside."
In a depression between the monument and the castle are the remains of the "Smugglers' Cave". It was blocked with rocks by the council in the 1980s to stop children entering. The tunnel is rumoured to extend from the top of the carn into Redruth town, but it is probably an abandoned mine working. It may have been confused with another tunnel from the castle to St Uny's church which was blocked for safety reasons around 1970 by the castle owners."
Archaeological survey map