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The world is magnificent. It's magnificence grows many-fold when we begin to glimpse the realities that lie beneath the reality. Stonehenge is one of the world's great spiritual monuments. Its raw power, and immensity is visible to all. But when you see it through eyes that can see the dance of power, your appreciation for its potency grows.

Roshni, one our most advanced Devadhara Healers,  visited Stonehenge and gives you this report... " The energies were incredibly powerful at Stonehenge . There was bright golden light emanating from the center. The entire area is pulsating with energy. I could feel/sense/see flashes of ritualistic worship from the past (pagan rituals involving sacrifices). It is so weird that the power is so vibrant despite centuries passing! The energies were golden and red alternately. It was golden towards the center and golden light was flowing upwards from the outward circle of stones. Quite humbling & fascinating all in all!"

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As you read the report, some of the more salient points are worth recalling. As healers creating a psychic impact that lasts a day, a month, a year, a decade or lifetime is an achievement. Here something like 2000 years have passed since the mighty temple was raised. Time has taken its toll, causing rocks to fall, the circle to break. And  yet it is still psychically potent trembling with energy. 

The Sacred Circle of Stone Henge, certainly used blood sacrifice, yet its heart is golden. Posing questions, why would greater entities wish to feed on blood? Why does that which has been baptised in blood sacrifice, have such a magnificent core? And, is any knowledge that doesn't pay a blood-price really earned? Who are the mighty priests that raised this monument, magnificent outwardly and inwardly? Were they all human? What did the circle of blessed stone seek to do? Be a place of worship? Or power? Be a place of praise or healing? Be a place of earth-binding? Be a receiving circle for wayfarers from other dimensions?

Look closely at the stones. What lurks within?  Who lurks within? We pose these Questions to ourselves: Creator's Child Seekers and Devadhara Healers. Let us attempt to answer these questions. And in so doing, trace the mighty alphabet of mystics, deep, perhaps even cruel, before whose hands stone bowed. But before you do so, protect yourself; for who knows how the ancients have protected their secrets? Who knows what our bumbling questions may awake? Who knows if it is gate or stone teethed trap, or even mighty prison perhaps? Love & God Tarun & Celia Cherian

Explosions of Meditative Light!

We had gone to Paololem in early 2000's, when it was still relatively undiscovered. There were fewer shacks... and more Goan curry rice... The sea was a delight... As it still is... As we explored the beach using aura eyes, Celia discovered something amazing one evening. A dazzling draw of energy from the North-West where two hills emerged.

Walking along the gold of the mud flats we began to go into a deep trance... In the distance we began to sense a loose spiritual gathering. Just individuals... and yet all touched in some way by a deep spiritual call.... All of us come ostensibly to witness the sun's death... yet all drawn by other voices, an invitation to enter sacred places...

As we came closer a flute sounded, below it it was accompanied by seasongs... below was deeper song, of the hills. Then we finally reached the place. Cupped by two hills was a small gathering of meditators, scattered on the hills... between the two the sun descended to its execution.



"In an apocryphal tale, a student of a Zen Master came to the 'ashram' after 6 months... The Zen Master asked "Why so much to-ing and fro-ing? In every breath the world comes to this place and from here our great secrets go... So, why so much to-ing and fro-ing?"



As we came closer a flute sounded, below it it was accompanied by seawhisper... below was deeper song, of the hills. Then we finally reached the place. Cupped by two hills the sun descended to its execution, and there between entranced and awestruck was us, a small gathering of meditators, scattered on the hills... each of us alone, each wrapped in a meditative ecstasy...

As we were enveloped, the trance deepened, the world began to glow, explode, blaze, till the entire scene was a volcanic erruption of mystic light... all were enveloped in their own way... some danced... some were still as carved statues... some played music... some held hands... hours passed we were rooted and we floated...

The sun sank, but the blaze remained, the stars twinkled... Like fairy lights the beach welcomed. Like fairy lights the inner world beckoned... then like drunks... we sploshed our way back through a waist-deep, returning sea.

-- Tarun & Celia Cherian


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