Why I visit England (annually) and why we are called to sacred lands

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I’ve been thinking about writing this post for awhile. To attempt to explain why we are sometimes drawn, mind, body, and soul to physical places as though we have no choice but to go there. The heart, leading the body back home.

I think many people I know are confused as to why I feel such a need to travel to England, over and over again. What may be viewed as a flight of fancy becomes, perhaps, seen as an excuse to get away in their minds. From the mundane. The roles we choose to play out in life that can feel old and weary.

It’s true. These roles can age us when we allow them to do so. The soul, mind, and body seeks replenishment from that which wears us down. But being drawn to a place on such a holistic level is a soul’s calling the body and mind to home. We live many lifetimes. Sometimes in one place. The location becomes an integral part of our being, woven into the memory of cells so deeply that it is brought with us through our lifetimes. We become, in essence, of that land.

We are all of the larger “land” that is Earth. Its elements have given us our body of life, but what I speak of is memory. Sometimes the call to a certain place feels as vital as breathing. It sustains us and enlivens us. It reseeds the sacred within.

I have tried to find this here, in New Hampshire and in its wider landscape of New England. I have had moments when I have felt the coming home, but this is not so much about place, but about surrendering to the union that connects all life. When I am in the ancient lands of England the sacred enfolds me and strips me bare. It opens the magic hidden within and I begin to remember fully and completely, through every cell of my being, the essence of Life.

There are certain places that hold memories for us to retrieve when we choose to open to them. Portals. Vortexes. The convergence of ley lines. Sacred temples. Stones placed upon the energy that feeds the body of Earth and in alignment to the stars…Long ago, all life lived in this union, but over time the ego took hold and dismantled union in a search for separation. We are still living the false ideal of separation, to our own imminent demise.

I believe there is that essence inside of  all of us that searches for that Light of union. To feel, once again, a part of the sacred whether we are consciously aware of it or not. We go to churches and temples to find it, and sometimes we go to the land. I am drawn to the land. It is here where the memories of home sweep through me in perfect union when I find that quiet space to surrender to it. Each time I travel to England another part of me is brought to life. Another piece of my soul retrieved and reunited.  The land speaks to me in a language I can understand. I am revived and filled with hope when I hear it whisper through my cells.

When I look at life through the eyes of the mundane I see a broken world. I see the ever-present quest for more. To be better. To divide and conquer. I see wars fought over this. I see violence because we are broken. Despair because we have forgotten. We rape and pillage ourselves and the land because we have become disconnected. We have forgotten that when we destroy another, we in essence, destroy ourselves.

Perhaps it is a fool’s quest, but I also travel to England not only so that I can remember, but so that I can somehow, through my words and experiences, stir the memories inside those we have lost and forgotten this sacred union. We are born remembering, but through modern ways of living we easily forget. Ceremony has been lost to the click of an icon to numb the searching brain. The temples of the past turned into playgrounds to capture selfies.

I don’t think it’s an accident that incredible work and care went into building these temples of stone so that they might stand thousands of years later. They are the physical keepers of our ancestral memories. Libraries set in Earth. And, it is quite likely when they were built they were built with this intention in mind. Knowing that one day we would enter, of our own free will, a long age of forgetting. And that we would, one day, also seek to remember as though our very lives depend upon it, because they do.

To place a hand on one of these stones and feel the flooding return of these memories is a testament to their sacred purpose. When I open to the ancient sites of England, the “I” and all its false needs and wants disappear. There is no I. There is only union. Union with the great stone. With Mother Earth. With the vast heavens above. And with all Life. Long ago, this is what our ancestors knew as Truth.

We are living, collectively, through the false ideals of the ego, lives of self-destruction. If we continue on this course, each individual “I” will perish collectively. In what is the utmost of irony in our striving to be better, different, and special from each other, we are making our “I” become extinct. Soon enough we will have depleted all the resources our planet has to offer and there will be no room for life to carry our “special” DNA onto future generations. There will be no living Earth to sustain progeny to live out or legacy, because our legacy will be extinct. Money cannot buy what we need for our survival. A bigger house will not spare us from disaster, no matter how much we fortify it with outer strength. Eventually the “I” dies.  Each “I” has the same destiny of death. Yet if we really cared about each individual “I” we’d collectively realize it takes the “we” to preserve it. To ensure life continues on, sustaining and enriching each other. We are now at that pivotal moment in time. That tipping point where we can choose to continue on towards imminent demise, or trade in the self(ish) for the betterment of the “we.”

Living immersed, as so many of us do, in cultures that strive for individual greatness, we become numb to the sacred within and without. We look at a tree and see a resource, not a fellow being whose breath feeds our own. We look at a body of water and see it as a fun medium for racing our boats, not seeing that our boats pollute the liquid that is meant to sustain us and the life it holds inside of it. We look at our neighbors and think, you have something I want…a bigger house, a nicer car, smarter kids…without realizing that our neighbor is an aspect of ourselves.

When we come into the world, newly born, we still remember. When an infant gazes around you and past you, smiling as though into thin air, they are seeing what you can probably no longer see.  Essence that dances around you as a sacred part of the light woven with all life. Sing the infant that cries to the overwhelm of this chaotic and foreign life we have brought it into, the sound of “Om,” and you will return to her the feeling of home. Of union. Stillness opens the eyes back to memory and the sacred returns in the moment of union.

We all have the doorways within us. We just need to find the keys that open them. England, in many ways, is my key. If you don’t know where your key(s) is hidden, its worth the search to find it. The life that sustains you depends upon it.

12 thoughts on “Why I visit England (annually) and why we are called to sacred lands

  1. I really like this piece and agree with everything you have said. It’s interesting that you find a different kind of connection in America. I find that in Australia too. There is something about those ancient stone circles and monuments in the UK that speaks to the ancient celtic soul buried deep within me. I did find though that I had very powerful experiences in an ancient Greek temple in Turkey. It was at a lesser known ruin that was once a temple of Aphrodite. When I got home to Oz I researched it and found it had been built on the site of a more ancient temple to Ashtar.

    These days I am unable to visit the UK and probably won’t get there again (in this lifetime 🙂 ). What I am finding now is that it is possible to visit these places etherically. I had been told this was possible but it’s only very recently that I’ve had the experience. Sometimes travelling in this way in deep meditation supplies pieces of the puzzle that weren’t available to me when I visited in person. Maybe visiting in person was the ‘key’ to opening the door and now that’s it’s open I can visit on another level. I do miss the physical visits though.

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    1. I am glad you enjoyed the post and can relate it. That temple in Turkey sounds very special. I think some of these lesser known sites preserve the secrets better as they are not deadened by other energies. Ethereal/astral traveling to sacred sites is a wonderful alternative, if one takes the time to make it happen. It’s good you do. I sometimes do…yet the body call is quite acute at times, which it sounds like you can also relate to. ❤

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      1. Yes, I totally agree about lesser known sites being greater carriers of the old energies. The popular ones are often deadened.

        Reading your posts always makes me yearn to go back to the UK but it’s not for me. Where I used to live in Australia had a strong aboriginal presence and there were some ancient sites that date back into deep pre-history. Visiting them was good. Different to the UK though.
        Where I live now is now urban and built up. There are sites but these days they are being excavated for freeways. Artefacts are being put in museums.

        I’m finding now that the energy is taking me in a new direction. It’s all a bit vague and I’m groping towards it in my writing.

        I can completely understand why you are drawn to go back to the UK again and again. Immerse yourself in it 🙂

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      2. I try to make the most out of my visits as much as I am able to :- )That is heartbreaking about the freeways replacing the ancient sites in Australia. Even Long Meg has a dirt road running through her, although thankfully she’s otherwise in tact. I’m still determined to find connection here in New England. There must be a reason why we are born where we are…to build that bridge perhaps. Interestingly, before I left for this trip, when I felt a shift and what turned out to be a warning that Casterligg would to be available in the way I had hoped it would be, I was given what feels like an alternative. I was driving my daughter to a ski race and all the sudden we turned a corner and there before us was a mountain capped in snow. It pulled me like no other has here, even my daughter felt the pull. Turns out it’s got quite the history and you can walk one of the trails the Native Americans used. I am determined to go there and see what it has to say. Perhaps there are sites that need you where you now live…<3

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      3. Hi again, I like the idea of being a bridge, That is exactly what i think too.
        I didn’t mean that the freeway goes through a sacred site – more that aboriginal artefacts were unearthed in one place. They were carefully collected and catalogued before the road works continued.
        There are some aboriginal sites some distance from here but I am yet to get to them because of health issues. There is also a strange stone circle (very big and hard to spot). Even the aboriginal people don’t know who made it though they are the caretakers. As far as I know it is off limits to the general public.
        I used to be very interested in such places but since I moved here I have become more interested in what I can do energetically here right where I live. The Ash tree in the garden has taken me on many interesting journeys. After the last one which also connected me to a stone circle I visited in Ireland I got up and wrote down the word NOW in my journal in big letters. Since then I have been exploring what that means to me. My ideas about all of this stuff are evolving fast at present. Sometimes my ideas make to my blog. They are often behind the fiction I write.
        As to why we are where we are I think it’s to a channel for deeper, earth energies and understandings of the sacred. Just how we express that changes all the time – and also how we experience it. For me, visiting sacred sites is great though it can be really unsettling. Sometimes it takes years to fully unpick the layers of meaning involved in a particular visit.

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      4. Wow, I’m intrigued by that stone circle…I agree with you “a channel for deeper, earth energies and an understanding of the sacred.” Perfectly sums up what I also believe. I hope your journeys and discoveries continue to make their way into your writing. I think people need to understand this to feel whole again.So many walk Earth truly lost to their connection. ❤

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      5. I did a google search on the stone circle here. Apparently there are a few around Australia though they are in wild places that are hard to visit. The one closer to here is the only one that has been proved to be lined up to the sun. It’s at least 11,000 years old which makes it far older than Stone Henge. No one knows who built or why. You might find similar places in the US if you search for old Medicine Wheels made by Native Americas many thousands of years ago. Yes, many on earth are lost at present. Lately I’ve been wondering how much ‘saving’ we are meant to do though. Those that can find the light are finding it in their own way. Shining our light – yes – but also protecting it and nurturing it are so important right now.

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      6. Wow, that is so cool about the circle being more than 11,000 years old! I don’t know, I sort-of feel like we’re meant to unearth what has been hidden from site and relearn the sacred connection, in part, though the stories kept inside Earth. I’ve had visions of this and have been lead to places…I kept dreaming of one and still need to get there. It’s not far from me, but it’s a big area to search.

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      7. I have had a couple of dreams calling me to different parts of Australia. They were a long time ago before I understood much about energy. An aboriginal woman told me it meant the country was calling me. They were both a long way to travel and hard to get to. Years later I went to one but didn’t really know what to do. I like your idea of bringing the ancient energy into now. Some places do make me feel that deep Earth connection – particularly where I used to live. In many ways I miss that but know it was time to move from there to this more urban area where development is going full speed ahead. I don’t really understand why I’ve come here yet apart from this strange and powerful connection to the Ash tree in the garden. The Ash is sacred in many cultures incl native american and celtic traditions. It is seen as the axis mundi in the celtic tradition. In my last place I made a medicine wheel in the yard where I spent a lot of time. Now I am spending time beside the ash tree – the centre of the wheel. Always learning 🙂 I think a lot of what of I’m learning now is about grounding energy and finding a stable foundation within myself and within my immediate environment.
        I wrote that and the teenage boys over the back started playing their horrible music really loudly – they are bad wanna be rock and roll stars and sound terrible! – maybe I need to go further afield this very afternoon. 🙂

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      8. I find the dream calling can be bit frustrating and cryptic as well. Perhaps that’s why I’ve hesitated to go to this one place, which has many ares of land. I don’t know where to begin, nor where to end up…I just know what to look for. Did you see the ash trees in the photos of Wayland’s Smithy? They are planted around the site like a natural cathedral and really do hold the space in a profound way. It sounds like that Ash tree is a sacred connection to you. Its spirit has called you to this new home, despite those loud teenagers 😉 Horrible rock and roll and no fun to listen to! Hope they either get better or move onto quieter things. ❤

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  2. The essence of you has emerged in your beautiful writing Alethea….as it does when we feel very passionate about something. Nice to meet you! If only people would make more of their similarities and not their differences…and think more deeply about life on earth and all its many treasures.Peace and love.

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