Transformations at the Abaton of the Nemeton, with the King of the Forest.

I have returned to Charlotte after what feels like a Month, instead of a three-day retreat at the Nemeton. My wonderful dear friends, whom I think of as spiritual parents to me, came and kick started a Transformation. The Transformation is still in progress and ended up affecting all three of us. WE HAD A MAJOR EXPERIENCE… and when I say major, I mean major. Most of you who have read my blog have came across at least one or two of my more ‘’’bizarre’ experiences that I have related. Well sit back and grab a cup of tea and read on. This has to be one of the biggest events of my life and I am still processing it because of its totally unusual nature. It was the icing on the cake of a total Transformative experience. So, for the next few days I will most likely be telling of the other events that happened, but of course right now I want to tell of the BIG EVENT.

White Crow and I went to what she calls the Abaton, which is the sacred center of the land of the Nemeton. White Crow and Ol Buzzard are holding this land as a sanctuary and they have put their souls into the land with the help of the Silent Brothers (the Llamas). Even in the cold of the winter it sparkles and shines forth as a beacon of ‘living right with the land’ this is a true Sanctuary of Peace. I was able to release so much that had burdened me in this setting, things just fell off and White Crow even pointed out a “shackle” that I offered up in sacrifice at the Abaton. A crystal wand I have had for years ‘broke’ in two pieces and I tied the two pieces to my ‘shackle’ and released it down a hole that led to the ‘underworld realm’, the hole looked like a very magickal entrance into the side of the Abaton from the creek. I had wanted to leave it there and when I crossed back over the creek White Crow read my mind and asked, “Did you leave your shackle and crystals?” I should not have been surprised she read my mind, and said, “Really you think it is OK?” And she said it was, so I went back into the creek and stood on a rock over looking the hole. I put the shackle and crystals on my walking stick and put it as far as it would go, and it went DEEP. And released the crystal/shackle and received an electrical charge like nothing I have ever felt before in my life. It felt so good. I practically skipped down the mountain; we both talked and talked enjoying the transformative energy. I will later explain all of the connections to Healing that White Crow and Ol Buzzard have tapped into at the Nemeton, they include the Abaton, and it’s Genius Loci, (spirit of the land), Telesphorus and the whole realm of Asclepius the God of Healing. (I must say at this point, that my friends are not self-proclaimed ‘Pagans’ like I am) The ley lines are being honored here and the stewardship of the land that both of them have worked so hard is evident in the vibrancy of the energy everywhere you walk. Which, you might can see my bare feet in the picture, I took my shoes off because we believe that the area around the Abaton is such Holy Sacred Land, that I had to honor that with bare feet connecting to the Earth. (I didn’t even feel the freezing temps)

So, that night after a wonderful dinner, Ol Buzzard started a bonfire with wood we had collected early that morning. It was going to rain the next day, so we took advantage of a clear night. We were not expecting what happened, but that was half of the fun, the total synchronistic arrival of a most wonderful and powerful experience for all three of us.

The Bonfire was going good, and White Crow and Ol Buzzard were sipping hot cider and as usual I was with a cup of good strong coffee…. Point being, these friends do not do strong drink or drugs. It was cold too, not real cold, but we were enjoying the fire and in the distance up the mountain I heard something unusual, at first thought it sounded like a goose. It came from the area of the Abaton and when I heard it the second time I asked them if they had heard it also. It made a different sound, deeper and they acknowledged that they heard it too. Then you could tell that it was moving down the mountain from the Abaton, which is about a fourth of a mile from their house. The sound was like a wailing, unlike anything that I have every heard in my life. I am an avid outdoors person who has came face to face with a bear before, I know what bobcats, cougars, badgers and other wild things sound like, and as this “call’’ came down the mountain it was obvious that it was announcing itself with every step it took.

So, we listened to it as it came down the mountain beside the creek which runs by the house, and it got closer and closer and the ‘wail’ was something that was unnerving in it’s power and depth. We stopped our idle banter that was in progress and listened to it come closer and closer. We could tell that it was coming down by the creek, and it sounded like it entered the pasture with the apple trees behind the house where the llamas play in the daytime. The roar/call/wail was enthralling and my adrenaline was pumping. White Crow and Ol Buzzard of course having lived in the woods for some length of time now where much more calm. It was taking its time, not in a hurry, but still moving at a fast clip as the sound it made got closer to us, and we realized it was behind the house and crossing back over the creek to the opposite side. It came down all the time making this sound that is something that I will never in all my days ever forget.

Ol Buzzard got the flashlight out as it walked the bank of the hill across the creek, which flows south by the house. With every step (which you could not hear) it let out this ‘call’ that vibrated to my very soul and bones. Finally it was directly across the creek from where we were with the bonfire, but we still could not see it in the almost total darkness. It called out the whole time, obviously not fearful of us at all, and Ol Buzzard was scanning the side of the hill trying to see our invisible visitor. The whole time it kept calling out in its vibrating sound watching us as we were trying to see it. Ol Buzzard must have shown the light over the spot it was four or five times, but you still could see nothing. Impatient and slammed full of adrenaline I snatched the flashlight out of his hands and ran down the embankment a bit to get closer and I scanned the hillside as I walked and finally I shined the lights into ‘it’s ‘ eyes.

I am not sure how loud I screamed this, but I hollered, “Do you see its eyes? Do you see its eyes?” They were huge and yellow/green with a slit, so you could say they were reptilian/cat-like, but I could safely say they were the size of a large mans fist. Still I could see no body to go with the eyes, and the adrenaline was a pumping full force for me now. And it let out another scream that made me return to the sides of Ol Buzzard and White Crow. It did this a few more times and turned to go up the next hillside, we listened as it left the immediate vicinity to head up the hill and over the ridge to the other side where a pasture is located. We continued to listen as it kept up with its calling out until we could not hear it any longer.

“That was no cougar or panther” I think I said, and White Crow and Ol Buzzard agreed that it was NOT a regular animal of the woods. Ol Buzzard has to be given the credit as our Bull Shit meter, if we had been over reacting to a bear, or other local wildlife, Ol Buzzard would have stopped White Crow in our tracks to reel us back to reality.
The reality was that it was something more, just what we are still debating and assimilating as to what it might have been. It definitely was very atavistic and primordial feeling to me, and after my last day at the Nemeton I had meditated at the spot it had stood when I saw it’s eyes. During that meditation I termed it a ‘dragon’ and an I CHING reading interpretation even termed it by correspondence a Coiled Water Dragon. Today, speaking to White Crow by phone, she said basilisk, the word ‘basilisk’ is from the Greek basiliskos meaning "little king, so I might agree. It had a royal sound like nothing I have ever heard in my life. I listened to animal sounds off the internet for the past day before writing this post, and the only sounds close (but not the same) were from a Sasquatch recording and another that a gorilla made, so I am open minded about it still.

And totally in awe of the whole experience, another piece of my total Transformative trip to the Abaton.

Thank you my dear dear friends, White Crow and Ol Buzzard, you both have shown me that you know that LOVE IS A VERB…..

NOTE and PICTURE ADDITION FROM WHITE CROW:

Since we were thre when this occurred, I wanted to add that the location of the fire pit (and our home) is at the convergence of three springs. We recongize this location as a vortex and have set up many fractal points to channel this energy into our home and lives. I am sure Scott will go further with his other experiences here but I am adding a picture of the "golden" orb that resides in the Abaton. We call it Telesphorus, the hooded dwarf that is often pictures to accompany Asclepius. Telesphorus "wandered the cosmos, bringing the light of stars to darkness".

Thursday, December 08, 2005 10:10:15 AM
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