

### MERLIN & THE SCIENCE (Volume One)

### PART TWO: VOYAGE TO ANOTHER CORE

### With eight original illustrations by Justin Suchley

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Copyright 2012 Justin Suchley

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ONE Bright moon popping out. Hiding. Popping through splintering cloud overhead. Turned the car down the road leading into the Avebury Stone Circle while somebody's hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Realized they were my hands. Knuckles were white.

A mist covering the road made it difficult to see more than ten feet in front of the car: and I practically swerved when a five-ton stone lurched out from the fog right next to me... then lowered its head back into the gloom and vanished: knowing that very soon we'd be meeting again, but in very different circumstances.

More and more of them had started to appear. Hulking grey monsters waking from the slumberous fog to greet someone they'd already been warned was coming. I was a very stupid fly that had decided to crawl willingly onto the spider's web. Maybe I'd made a slightly gigantic mistake going there? And when I pulled into the little car park of The Red Lion pub, at the centre of Avebury, and turned off the car engine... Have you ever noticed how fog makes the world even quieter? I hoped that moaning sound was only the sound of the wind – _it is only the wind: isn't it?_ The doom-merchants are adamant that this place is haunted. Don't you just love the doom-merchants? It seemed to me that century upon century of history was whispering out there in the dark, in the fog, in the sudden shadows flitting here and there, and beyond those shards of moonlight. In a patch of black sky a single red sparkle – the planet Mars; it looked like a warning. And while I waited there, listening to that loud thump of a heartbeat, I pondered for a minute or two this thing called 'Avebury'...

Out in the countryside – between the Wiltshire towns of Calne and Marlborough, we find a colossal circular ditch, or 'henge', along with its fifteen feet high outer bank and a rude gathering of hulking stone monsters. All of it is the very (very) old remains of what Stone Age people created a few centuries before Stonehenge. Almost five thousand years later – in the Fifteenth and then again in the Eighteenth Centuries AD, nearly two hundred of those stone monsters were toppled deliberately; either to be buried or to be smashed to smithereens for the building of a village now dominating the surviving giants, like a cuckoo in the nest. One of the now-shattered beauties stood at least twenty feet high and weighed over one hundred tons ( _eighteen monoliths remain buried there even in 2011; according to an official geophysical survey_ ). By the early 1900's – almost three hundred years later – barbed wire and weeds enveloped the remaining stones: while the colossal henge surrounding them all ( _also sometimes called 'The Dragon Ditch'_ ) had mostly filled back in again with earth; to – in the end – be used as a rubbish-tip.

In the 1930's, a millionaire Scot, called Alexander Keiller, purchased the entire site: and then, with his dedicated team of workers, cleared most of the new buildings away and dug up and replaced some of the buried giants to where first they stood, over five thousand years ago. All that survived of the long serpentine rows of stones – marching in from the countryside beyond, was resurrected as well. The famous henge they cleared of its rubbish and hollowed down to about half its original thirty feet depth. And so a little of 'The Avebury Stone Circle' was resurrected: before Hitler invaded Poland to ignite the Second World War; and Avebury was abandoned once more. But what was it all for originally – this stupendous creation of soil and stone?

First of all a 'henge' is a ditch forming the shape of a circle: so – as an example – the 'henge' in Stonehenge refers to the circular ditch surrounding the stones there. At Avebury the henge was over thirty feet deep, about seventy feet across, the diameter was – and still is – about four hundred and sixty yards; while being interrupted at four equidistant points by undisturbed ground: it is absolutely huge, in other words. And the entire thing was hacked out of the chalk ground using deer antlers: then hoisted out and dumped all around the outside edge of the ditch (thus creating that fifteen feet high surrounding bank we can see there today) using the shoulder blades of oxen. But the Intelligence revealed that this giant henge was dug a long time before the stones were ever brought there: and that it was created in connection to Silbury Hill – a prehistoric one hundred and thirty-feet high chalk mound (human-made), less than a mile away to the South West...

One dazzlingly obvious clue as to the Avebury henge's purpose... is the way the excavators dug down through the thirty feet-deep chalk layer until they hit the underlying clay: and that it was only then that they abruptly... and very mysteriously... stopped. So what's the significance? That thirty foot layer they dug down through is made entirely of chalk: and chalk, as you possibly know, is highly conductive to electrical fields; due, in part, to the fact that water is able to pass through chalk so easily. When water passes through a material an electrical field is created; which, incidentally, will create a magnetic field.

Nature's electrical field passes through the first few feet of ground as what science calls 'the telluric current': but if you create a ditch the current is forced to go around that ditch... and then carry on – rather like if you put a tree trunk in a stream the water flows around the trunk... as it continues to flow on its way. At Avebury the ditch is a circular ditch that is interrupted at four equidistant points by completely undisturbed ground.

And there is a very good reason why they did this.

When you create a thirty feet-deep circular ditch (like at Avebury) but leave four points of that ditch undisturbed something very interesting happens. The telluric current flows around the four quarters of deep ditch... to then focus at the four areas of undisturbed ground... to then surge into that central area inside the circular ditch. In other words, what they were actually doing was not so much create a ditch... It was more that they were creating an area of ground (the area inside the ditch where the stones were later on planted) where Nature's electrical fields could be concentrated, or captured.

That is the mysterious reason behind why the Avebury henge was created.

So then what was the purpose of creating a big patch of ground where Nature's magnetic-electrical forces can be made particularly intense? Let me explain...You first have to realize that all of these prehistoric places like Avebury, Stonehenge and the like... They were created in a time long before when farmers had even the faintest notion about using animal dung or any sort of manual fertilizer to fertilize soil: and the idea of crop rotation was tens of centuries away in the future as well. But what has any of that got to do with Avebury? These huge ditches and stone circles and what-not were embedded in the Earth like this in order to intensify dramatically – and then focus into a particular place – Nature's magnetic-electrical fields: because when crop seed is immersed, for a period of time, inside an intensified field of magnetic-electrical force its molecular structure changes... so that not only is the seed made resistant to things like disease and even frost but also – and most importantly... it gives up to three times the usual crop yield; even when planted in unfertilized soil.

They were creating permanent locations where crop seed could be turned into a sort of super-seed, via its deliberate and prolonged submersion inside heightened electrical fields. What I'm saying here is not fantasy at all: in fact this method is being practiced in laboratories today, and is becoming increasingly popular as well.

Strangely enough, when the Stone Age farmers did learn finally to fertilize soil with manual fertilizers and to use what became our various other modern farming methods – then guess what? All of these weird Stone Age places – like Stonehenge and Avebury... They suddenly were abandoned... And allowed to drift into obscurity. Funny, eh – funny peculiar, that is? They were experts at manipulating the Earth's magnetic-electrical field so as to create literally tons of food. And they became very rich from doing it as well. It was a huge industry; and it will be talked about much more during the course of this volume one of 'The Science' It was a Stone Age farming industry that sprawled not only right across Britain but right across Europe as well: in fact it came to Britain directly from Europe. It was the hugely laborious, and hugely successful, Stone Age way of producing food: and it'd been practiced for centuries in a much more primitive form ( _described in Part Four of this volume_ ) even by the time Avebury came to be built – over five thousand years ago.

But I mentioned that Silbury Hill was somehow connected directly to the Avebury henge – so then why would that be?

An artery of electrical ground-charge – flowing for thousands of miles around the Earth – passes through Silbury Hill and then through Avebury: and the giant chalk mound, of Silbury Hill, was created to heighten dramatically the intensity of that magnetic-electrical stream – thus acting very much like a battery; as the serpent flows under and through the hill's body... and then on... into where it is captured and manipulated by the Avebury henge. The twice-yearly flow of spring water filling up and later emptying from the ditch surrounding Silbury Hill (via the aquifers in the ground) also served to create periodic rises in the hill's electrical content. Therefore Silbury served regularly to empower that undisturbed area inside the Avenury henge with influxes of intensified ground-charge – certainly during two distinct phases of the year; and also on the waxing period of each lunar phase.

You have to admit that they were clever, weren't they; our Stone Age ancestors?

In later centuries the Neolithic builders planted long avenues of standing stones deep into the earth on either side of the two other serpents of force entering Avebury (in total three serpents enter the stone circle). These so-called 'avenues' of stones... They served to heighten the intensity of the two other serpents as they flowed into that inner sanctum of Avebury – surrounded by its gigantic ditch, where the two huge stone circles and their central totems of stone were surrounded in turn by an immense circle of stone monsters all around the ditch's inside lip.

But then we have to ask... how did the Stone Age farmers know that this particular place ebbed and flowed with such magnetic-electrical fields of Nature?

Long before the farmers ever came there other people roamed wild over the land that later on was called 'Britain'. These were the hunters: and like hunters living in the wild today, they also had their sacred places – places where they believed they could commune with The Gods. These were the so-called 'places of power'. All tribal people have places like these – even today. The Stone Age shamans would've known about these powerful locations; where the heightened fields of force created startling effects for those that knew the secret of how to connect with them. The reason that they would have known about such places in the Earth is because the wild animals do follow these forces both for the abundance of vegetation they tend to create; and also for sense-orientation during their yearly migrations (animals – including birds – follow magnetic fields during migration over broad distances).

At this particular place of power – where the Avebury henge and its giant stone circles and long, serpentine avenues would later on be created... the Stone Age shamans encountered something marvelous: something that became central to their knowledge. Of course, later on the farmers came and cleared the hunters away: in the same way that people have, for so long now, displaced those that live in true harmony with the Earth. Those early Stone Age shamans had an old knowledge of something strange and powerful that sometimes would appear there.

In later times the knowledge of this strange thing was preserved in Celtic mythologies about a mysterious people that were known as The Faerie Folk, or 'Tuatha De Danann' (People of the Goddess Danu). The Tuatha De Danaan possessed four magical items, which they brought with them to Ireland from the cities of Murias, Falias, Gorias, and Findias. One of those items was The Spear of Lugh: and it was said that whomsoever possessed The Spear could never be defeated in battle. Then the knowledge of this strange thing was preserved again by The Tarot; where we have The Wand as one of Tarot's minor arcana; which comprises Cups, Wands, Swords, and Pentacles. In Greek mythology The Wand was known as Zeus's Lightening Bolt.

Little did I realize, sitting there in the car and staring out into the mists, that something very similar to these amazing mythological creations was about to appear during this first episode of the Science at Avebury. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes until the moment of power. In my head... _Eliz-a-beth!_ A woman's face so deathly white.

People... I kept seeing them. Their faces.

Old-fashioned bonnet... Her mouth. Opened in a silent scream. There seemed to be many more of them out there. What were they. _Ghosts?_

I forced myself out of the car and therefore... The first episode had begun; and I had started on my lonely trek through the dark and into the unknown.

Boots swished through the wet grass...

I should point out that from now on I'd be using only one of those little copper rod things to guide me, not two; and the sheer force guiding that copper rod in my right fist... It was shockingly intense. Under my other arm I carried a little rug to sit down on later, at the secret place I was being guided to. That is, of course, if I managed to get there without being eaten alive by... All around me now... An exhibition of tall shapes was emerging from the fog – _is this what I wanted?_ Two stone giants were macabre yet beautiful – as were those other gigantic silvery-grey lovelies. They all appeared to be whispering as well. Was it some very old and thunderous chant, called 'Welcome To This Cave of Skulls'? I hoped not.

In Stone Age ceremonies over one hundred and sixty of the five-ton stones were idolized there. Ninety-eight of them stood all around the inside lip of the deep surrounding moat, like a wide company of kings and queens. Inside that outer circle sixty other grand monoliths made two smaller circles. At the middle of one circle there had towered a one hundred-ton totem 'The Obelisk'. A few hundred feet away, at the middle of the other circle, three silent five-ton beauties – 'The Cove' – guarded an earthen mound.

Over that deep surrounding moat and beyond the fog... A dinosaur with eyes that shifted merely to capture light and not particularly to see anything. Was it watching me? Its insect stare made brutal visions in my mind. But when it blinked its blankly glittering eyes, glorious banks of moonlit cloud were its eyelids.

_Margaret! Margaret!_ A woman sounded lost.

Oh what a sick, sick mood of horror!

And were there really so many people everywhere? Another woman's face. Dark hair. Was she saying something – her eyes were obscured. They'd called her a witch. Many other people. Their faces. Their bodies. There but not there. Only half seeing them: except for when the fog shifted... Suddenly their faces were visible.

Were they somehow embedded in the stone; as if... Were the stones acting like magnets – is that what it was? _Maybe. Maybe._ I had the impression that... Were the people being created in my mind by the moonlight? Was I seeing them inside my head or outside: there in the mist? When I turned my mind towards them they all seemed to be from England's history. Troubled. Angry. Meanwhile, the logical component in my brain said, _don't be a fool: everything's fine, just fine. Honest._ And the subtler part of it replied, _maybe that horrible monster thing is why that deep surrounding moat has for centuries been called 'The Dragon Ditch'?_

Now my eyes avoided deliberately the huge silvery bodies of the stones; and fixed mostly on the copper rod in my fist instead. It pointed so fiercely under the moon. I was talking to the Intelligence as quietly as I could while trudging on: and it seemed that the mysterious place I was being guided to was not actually inside the stone circle at all – _but if the secret place of magic isn't here among the stones then where the heck is it?_ I wondered. Up ahead now, and on the high ridge of the Dragon Ditch's outer bank, I could see a gathering of old beech trees. It seemed that I was being guided towards the swish and swirl or their leafless branches: but before I got to them I'd have to first of all walk in-between two hulking-great monsters forming a sort of gateway. I could see them rising over the mist.

They were two tall faces of stone: silvery-grey in the shifting moonlight.

As I passed right between them both I knew that something... someone was about to grab me or step out in front of me. I suppose it was a ridiculous thing to do to cringe like that but something right there was alive and watching. I didn't dare. I would never dare to look at whatever it was... Standing over to the right but doing nothing: only watching and letting me know.

"Yes I know you're there", I whispered. "And I have to be allowed to pass."

It was yet another relief to get past those two giants and start the crunching climb up a little chalky path leading into that old gathering of trees. Immediately my spirits lifted. Whatever it was that I'd just walked through... It was behind me now.

It was safer in these trees.

I pulled the coat's hood forward and let the rod lead into their deep and hallowed swish. Breezes clattered and creaked the branches overhead. Raindrops dripped... from the wet bark to... tappety-tap... on my old green coat. Boots crunched on the chalky footpath that centuries of feet had worn into this particular rise of the huge surrounding bank. Meanwhile, the copper rod darted to the left, and then it straightened up again... Then it darted to the right and straightened up again before... It was pointing to a number of those wide moonlit tree trunks.

"Are you showing me something?" I whispered.

The rod twitched... inwards hard, to say, _'Yes'._

I had an idea what it might be trying to show me, "Are the tall columns standing on each side of the path?"

The rod twitched... inwards hard and then straightened, _'Yes'._

Was this real – was anything there at all? Or was I mad now?

When I got out of the drip-drip of those old beeches I half-slithered like a drunkard... to the bottom of the ridge's near vertical outer bank and... down to a little wooden gate; then over the road to another gate: where the rod led me across the silvery-white face of a lonely old stone giant towering up from the cold soil. One of the surviving stones of the long serpentine avenues of stones that used to march out into the countryside towards another (long-vanished) stone circle, on Overton Hill: 'The Sanctuary', it used to be called.

Night winds whispered. And fifty feet ahead of me in the grass – there! Something was... Grave atmospheres surrounded an invisible gateway of exit and entry to countless human souls. It was a wide patch of green-white phosphorescence – _so that is where_... My heart boomed. Now had come the time to step out of this wild empty night – where breezes swished on the deep moat's high bank – and into...

All of a sudden the rod was turning in my fist. Turning slowly and leading on a spiraling path in towards something. A solemn hush surrounded me. Something glowed... and fattened... inside my ribcage. The world around me had changed: like when your ears pop inside a new pressure. Clearly, this was the place where the Intelligence wanted me to sit down and be absolutely still. The copper rod was curling... Spiraling me further and... further in. Until there on the secret place's gently swirling core I dropped the little rug from under one arm and got down cross-legged under the moonlit clouds.

Overhead... The red-gold glimmer of Mars.

Breezes swished the old beech trees behind me on the deep moat's high bank; yet down there in the grass, on the secret place of power, the night had fallen so still.: and... _Am I soaking inside a column of golden particles?_ Somehow it appeared that I was now cross-legged inside a thick column of phosphorescent gold. It was so startling that immediately my body went stock still. But there was something else. On closing my eyes in the mist and the moonlight I seemed to have become no more than a tiny little mote of dust; floating inside that column of scintillating gold – _what is this?_ Already my mouth was gawping open in the very strangeness of the situation – _how can this be?_ Out in the dark the Avebury church bell tolled once; and a lone car slished along a distant road somewhere far away. While there on that peculiar place of the Earth the breeze had fallen absolutely still; and I was being embalmed inside a cocoon of golden phosphorescence. My eyes were closed and yet...

It seemed that I was inside a huge flood of light: rather as if outside my coat's hood it wasn't misty and dark at all but rather... It was a bright and sunny day. Thoughts of what I'd seen and encountered back there inside the stone circle... Everything was dissolving apparently inside this – rumble... shuddered in the Earth – _what the heck was that?_ My eyes opened. It was like I even heard it. Something deep, deep down underground – rumble... shuddered again. My forehead wrinkled. Was I imagining things but... Was something moving and... Was something alive or – rumble... shuddered again. _Oh god – look!_ A red-gold power was suddenly there underneath me: it was bowl-shaped! I was cross-legged on a three foot-wide bowl of red-gold power – _what on earth_... My eyes stared into the mist while a thought flashed through my head that I looked like a little pixie in an upturned acorn cup. _And another one – look!_ A smaller bowl-shaped power was a dazzling red-gold acorn cup that glowed suddenly into life approximately two inches under my navel – _and there!_ Mouth gawped while another dazzling red-gold pixie cup was a glowing golden light under my liver – it was filling my entire body with – _and there!_ A fourth cup glowed inside my solar plexus.

_And there!_ Deep in my chest a fifth cup of molten...

Skull was tilting back inside the increasing expansion of some sort of power.

_And there!_ A sixth cup glowed into life directly behind my breastbone – _and there!_ A seventh cup fattened in my throat; and was the very essence of intelligence. _And there!_ Inside my skull there expanded dazzling red-gold cup number eight; and the blood in my body was thickening to be molten gold – _and there!_ A ninth cup of power expanded into life... Right there on the crown of my head – _is this what death is?_ Spine was grunting back: as if to accommodate the nine red-gold cups of a dazzling joy scintillating all the way up my spine – from the big one I was cross-legged inside, to the one... two... three inside my abdomen. To the one... two that glittered in my chest. To the one that glowed in my neck. To the one dazzling inside my head. And all the way up to the glorious light of an upturned cup right there on the crown of my skull. The night of fear had been replaced by a solid shining joy – _how could this be?_

Shattering metallic chuckle of a pheasant split the night.

Murmur of breezes in the gathering of trees on the high bank, over to my distant right.

But what was happening now – _what is this?_ Eyes shut. Head tilted back into the coat's hood. The nine dazzling cups; were they... They were morphing. With eyes closed I watched fascinated – they were... Melting together. Suddenly they were a molten liquid that was glooping. Forming a... It was that same scintillating red-gold, but... Pointed thing that extended... Descended... Expanding my spine. Tall spike of dazzling... Face was fusing to the stars while the molten liquid was forming a strange thing – like a... _what is it?_ A red-gold and elongating strangeness was growing beyond my skull to pierce the stars at one end, and it was... Fusing down into the ground at the other end while my forehead wrinkled...

"It's like a spear!" I whispered.

A dazzling and huge spike of red-gold power – it was boiling... Morphing up from the ground through my metal-post spine and out through the top of my skull: it was grunting... my entire body back in the mist. Scintillating and furious, a ten-foot tall spear of molten power had extended all the way up... through my iron-statue body... Gurgles through the warped black hole in my face while I struggled for breath. Rumble... in the ground underneath me. I couldn't move. Paralysed by the dazzling wand of power – rumble... far below in the ground again. Jolted my eyes open, staring upwards through breaks in fog.

"What the hell is that?" I whispered.

Rumble... again – _is a thing crashing_... A cocoon of power was paralyzing my body in its iron grip. If something really was moving down there in the Earth – if something was exploding up... Rumble... shuddered the ground – _that was definitely nearer this time_. Something was starting to crash up through the ground from the Earth's core – _I can't move!_ A thing was starting to crash upwards from somewhere deep underground – I struggled to breathe. Grunting and grimacing further back in the fog – rumble... was getting closer: something frightening really did seem to be crashing up – _what is this?_ In the strange paralysis that had gripped my body completely I suddenly realized – _I can't get out of its way!_ Was something – rumble... A horrible and powerful and frightening shattering up from deep below in the ground? Thunder... this time much, much closer underground – an explosion was crashing. Furious and unstoppable a terrible rising thing was shattering – _it'll kill me: burn my brain!_

A rising thunderous explosion was tilting my skull back and gawping my mouth and expanding that spear of red-gold power that got taller and taller as the frightening slow-motion lightening-bolt beamed up and engulfed me completely – everything became one single tower of thick red-gold as I tried to watch it rising beyond the mist while my mouth burbled, "What is this – how tall is it?" It went on for... Twenty feet, now... fifty feet – sixty! Piercing further out into the night a magnificent thing was shattering upwards through the fog it went on and on and I couldn't move – what was I looking at? What was that thing? It was sort of horrible and marvelous all at the same time – a giant wand of red-gold towered upwards and was still sheering up through the mist into the stars. While my struggle for breath tightened and my eyes lifted to the warped sky where diamonds in carpets of cloud were stars.

Thoughts have vanished but I still exist!

Down there in the grass, I must have looked a very strange figure. My body a grimaced and grunted-back spasm. Head thrown back inside the coat's hood. As that red-gold form towered beyond the mist I was frozen ecstatically inside cocoon upon cocoon of iron-solid joy. I was a peat-bog man of ancient sacrifice: preserved not by the soil but by The Wand. I'd been thrown into a deep swamp of golden light. All I could possibly do was wait for the red-gold giant to... To what exactly – to disappear?

But then maybe it would never disappear? _Oh...my...!_

Suddenly an immense kick from underground sort of billowed up – it cracked open an invisible cavern in my chest and out of it there gushed heart-sized bubbles of pain and life-blood and titanic vistas of swirling joy and crashing misery an endless black cave was opening dark comforting fathomless grottoes in my ribcage: and out of it there splashed and gushed histories of emotional-shattering-joys that were crashed onto by the stinging bitterness of tears I couldn't stop the terrible tears and the groaning laughter from yawning, cracking, splitting my skull as it reeled in brutal waves that suffocated my spine back under the moon. And then, with a face of hot tears... mouth gurning while I gasped... for breath: the wide and terrible opening... started to close. And the huge tower of molten gold that I was embalmed inside... It started to fade. Struggles for breath were getting less.Body was a burped back spasm: inside which I grimaced at the warped sky.

The giant spear of furious gold – The Wand... It had been there for maybe ten minutes and now suddenly it was fading. Meanwhile, I gurned gormless at the stars. Continuously the terrible thing was fading... It was leaving behind a sort of enveloping capsule where I now lived and started breathing again – _how the night is so quiet!_ What had just been there... and where was it fading to? Suddenly it was the green of the earth surrounding everything – even the night breeze; and not that red-gold form of The Wand. I was starting to notice how the air was almost warm, not cold at all.

Five or so minutes later I figured it was time to stand up and leave. With the coat's hood pulled forward still, I rolled up the little rug and stuffed it under one arm; before then holding the copper rod out in that misty night air to be ever-so-gently... Guided away. No one had seen me. No one had hacked me to bits with an axe: although something horrible had indeed confronted me back there in the dark. It seemed... that somehow I had apparently won this particular battle! But as I started walking slowly away the copper rod twisted... very suddenly away to one side. I stopped in the mist and pushed the rod forward – _what's this?_ The rod was curving furiously around something that I couldn't see but appeared to be there. I walked in a circle on the grass – _oh my god; there are!_ and found that there was certainly more than one. What a strange thing! They were all standing around this secret place. Yet they hadn't been there when I'd arrived. Had these tall invisible columns... Had they all been waiting over in that gathering of old beech trees: until something in particular happened down there where I was standing on the grass? So that they could then gather in their little anonymous circle all around this secret place of power? Silently, and with my head bowed, I let the Intelligence guide me past the four tall columns of power... and away into the moonlight.

The Avebury church bell tolled twice, as I trudged through the damp grass... to be led on past that silvery giant standing all alone; then back through the gate, over the road, through the other wooden gate, up the incline of the outer face of the ridge, down through the old trees, and then on and down where the fog shrouded still those monstrous stones; and those pearly clouds cloaked the moon; throwing this forgotten, lost world into shadow. While I crept breathlessly on, past those tall and frightening shapes...

Back at the car I sat there for a few minutes with my hands on the steering wheel and staring out through the windscreen. What the heck had just happened back there – because something definitely had happened? That was no imagination or hallucination: that was real.

I was still in a daze while I started the engine and drove away quickly from the stone circle; and even as that immense carbuncle on the horizon – Silbury Hill – slipped away into the night behind me as well.

**TWO** This second episode at the Avebury Stone Circle would not be at night but in the day. The Intelligence had set the second moment of magic for a particular hour of an afternoon that turned out to be on the twentieth of March 2004: and it would be a moment of magic that involved the forces of a New Moon. My face had a twisted look all the way out of London and then all the way down the motorway, as I drove through the rain. Even now motoring into Wiltshire – where a stiff wind blew across the open countryside, my face hadn't particularly changed. All the way down the road I'd been battling with a feeling that said _should I be doing this?_ As the miles flew by, the idea of going to Avebury in broad daylight... It seemed even more like madness than going there at night. In the dark at least I had some sort of protection: but in the daylight anyone could see me. I'd be a sitting duck.

Stopping at last in the Red Lion pub's car park, there at the middle of Avebury, my face twisted again because apparently my nightmare was coming true – _oh god no_... There were people everywhere. Crowds of people. Or maybe I should say 'characters'. It looked like the entire cast of 'The Lord of The Rings had converged on the place. While the winds bludgeoned and blustered, I watched with my eyes wide as a ghoulish-looking young man with a long beard (and carrying a big tree root for a long-staff) dodged wildly like a deranged person among the parked cars. Blustering in the wind his long white robe had the pointed hood up, with a five-pointed star emblazoned on the back. His eyes were obscured behind mirrored eyeshades. It was a prime specimen of exactly the sort of drug-fuelled and alcohol-crazed individual that I'd been worried about encountering at Avebury. And there were so many there of all shapes and sizes.

I looked at my watch – _forty minutes until the moment of power_ ; and decided that maybe the best plan now would be to wait out the minutes inside the Red Lion pub. Outside in those blustering winds, I slammed the car door shut: before walking past another character standing in the open door of his expensive-looking 4x4 Land Rover. I pretended not to notice his blond and busty female assistant arranging his straggly long grey beard and long hair over his necklace of various tusks and bones. Oh-so-solemnly he adjusted a golden crown on his head.

Beyond the old doors of The Red Lion pub there came a sudden swirl of smoke and voices. Where shoulders brushed past as an elbow prodded and another toe was inadvertently squashed. Laughing faces with heads guffawed back among costumed women and men: a slightly rowdy mix of witches and wizards, and hobbits, and more wizards... and a slightly unhealthy smattering of middle-aged elves mixed in with the general public, it seemed. And all chattering and laughing and joking – _well at least they're not killing each other._ Apparently invisible now, I squeezed through standing, sitting, and kneeling bodies... to melt into a far corner behind a puff of cigarette smoke.

Over to the right a fat American lady, with brightly ballooned clothes, was saying through the din, "My dowsing rods swivel all over the darn place – I can't keep 'em straight at a-a-all."

A little wizard-type character was saying to someone else who slurped from a pint of beer, "You really must join us for our next gathering at the Long Barrow." (He probably liked the West Kennet Long Barrow, a couple of miles up the road).

Suddenly I realized why all of these people were there at Avebury – _oh god no!_ Oh but yes: twentieth of March. Spring Equinox! My eyes became slits while I remembered The Intelligence and thought – _I hope you're not taking the piss with all of this?_ They'd gone there to Avebury to do their rites and rituals. How... would I... get out... of this possible nightmare... situation? They'd be like ants all over the place. And that white-gowned hooded character with the mirrored eye-shades. Looking at him as he watched everyone from the shadows he was a pointed hood. Face? Motionless like stone: and standing there at the door with a tree-root staff held in one hand. The great wizard king ready to explode.

Outside the Red Lion pub again, and the winds would probably have blown your hat off (or your wig, if you were wearing one); or made it impossible to light a cigarette. But as for the middle-aged wizards and Elf Kings and Queens... Well, they all must've crowded into the pub; because Avebury was ready. The wide expanses of grass where the stones are... They were all quite empty. I trudged over one of the two roads slicing through the middle of it all while behind me the wooden gate clunked shut. Up ahead in the grass the very few survivors waited under the sky like ten feet tall soldiers. Standing far apart. All in a row. As usual exhibiting for inspection their moss covered skins. Sheer grey vertical weather-shaped bodies. Pale grey. Mottled with bits of black. Dripping with dark green moss – sheer vertical sides crumpled and pocked... Sometimes smooth and velvety under my palm. One of them chipped and chunked to be like a gigantic stone arrow-head – easily twice my height. Another beast; lozenge-shaped – like so many of them are... and near-white in the gloom. A crow perching on the sheer flat top of another five-ton giant stood up suddenly, readjusted his glossy black wings, stretched them out, made a croaking sound, and then swept away into the bluster.

The great stones all looked so different in the daylight. Not half so terrifying: unlike in that first episode in the fog. Now they looked proud and even noble standing there in the wet grass; with their hulking great bodies rising up towards those terrible clouds. Looking skywards, I wondered if it was going to rain after all. How many thousands of windy grey days like this had the old stones actually seen? How many hellish periods of English history had they endured and survived? These hulking, sheer-sided, and crumple-faced beauties were the very few left of what was once a bristling world of about one hundred and sixty; there inside the great surrounding ditch ( _18 fully intact monoliths are reckoned to still be buried at Avebury_ ). Those that had vanished were either still buried there under the soil or were smashed to smithereens for the building of cottages.

But what about the serpent?

What about the river of power slicing through the middle of this place?

A wide magnetic-electrical artery of force always flowed through this kingdom of the stones; so I quickly looked around – making sure no one might see me (avoiding any possible conversations), sneaked the copper rod out from my coat pocket, and held it out in my fist: "Show me the big serpent of power – can you show it to me?" I said quietly.

A twist in my fist... and the copper L-rod suddenly led me around... and around... It was leading me in a little circle – _what the heck does this mean?_ I wondered. Why was the Intelligence leading me around... and around... in a circle... after I'd asked it to show me the serpent of power? What on earth was going on? It seemed like... But there appeared to be absolutely nothing at all where the serpent should be – nothing. I shut my mouth and frowned. Apparently, the serpent... It had gone! Definitely on the first episode it had been right there; slicing through the stone circle as usual: but... _It isn't there now!_ And then I realized... Ever since that first episode – when the tower of magic had risen up through the ground, something dramatic had happened to the serpent – but what? Where had it gone? For the next couple of minutes I wandered over the grass – with the rod held out in front of me... looking everywhere for the serpent. Waiting for the rod to suddenly lurch into life as I entered the river of force...

But there was nothing. The rod was as limp as an old sock there in my fist.

The serpent had definitely gone. It had vanished!

"What on earth is going on?" I murmured.

I would have asked the Intelligence, 'why has the serpent disappeared?' but suddenly I remembered why exactly I'd come all this long way to Avebury, and looked at my watch – ten minutes to go until the moment of magic! Despite the bustling afternoon winds a fierce power jutted the rod straight ahead – telling me to move, and to move now: so I forgot about that mystery of where the serpent had disappeared to and started trudging away through the stones. Overhead thick grey clouds were patched here and there with near-black – making me think it might rain. I could tell I was being guided straight back to that same secret place where I'd been shown to sit down on the first episode – somewhere over and beyond that fifteen feet high surrounding bank. Sure enough, just like in the first episode, I was guided on between those two utterly gigantic lozenge-shaped monoliths... up through that gathering of old beech trees... over and then down the outside of the bank... over the little road and through the second gate... and into that same area – outside that high bank surrounding the Avebury stones – where the place of power in the first episode had been found swirling in the earth.

There that lonely stone monster was still towering from the soil, of course: another survivor from one of those great long double serpentine rows of stones – the famous avenues – that used to march in on either side of two serpents of power; flowing into the stone circle from the countryside beyond, on their endless journey around the globe. That is to say they used to flow into the stone circle: because according to what the Intelligence had just been showing me back there at least one of them had disa-... _What's this?_ Something was happening that... Despite the busy winds whipping and wailing against my coat's hood the rod was turning... fiercely in my fist toward something that was away from the secret place of power but towards that high bank – _it's showing me something_. As I followed where it was leading the rod swerved... fiercely, and I realized with a shock that I was being led right onto the broiling back of a huge serpent of power: and from what I was being shown. _How very strange!_

It no longer flowed straight into the stone circle – _what's_... The serpent's direction had changed completely; and now... From what I was being shown I could see that the serpent had twisted away from Avebury – and now... Now it was flowing around... and outside... one half... of Avebury's high... enclosing bank. This was very... It was very strange. I followed the direction of its flow for a few paces and sure enough – _yes!_ It was indeed flowing very closely all around the bank's outside foot. But it definitely was not flowing like this two weeks ago, that's for sure. Suddenly the rod twisted... in my fist again... Now it pointed rigidly in the opposite direction and towards the opposite side of Avebury's high enclosing bank.

Walking away from the broiling serpent, I followed on through the grass and the jostling winds. Suddenly the rod twisted... fiercely and then swerved inside the sheer force of a second serpent of power: flowing around the other outside half of Avebury's high bank – _oh, so that's it!_ I could see what was happening. I'd never seen anything like this before. So that's what the Intelligence had been trying to tell me back there in the stones: when the rod had curled around and around to describe a circle – remember? It had been showing me that, after the Science's first episode, the great serpent had suddenly – and for some completely unknown reason the serpent had separated. The great serpent had literally split right down its middle into its female and male halves. And it had done that... It had done that in order to surround completely the stone circle, the surrounding ditch and everything.

Now I understood... Now it was clear what the Intelligence had been trying to show me when I'd asked where the serpent had disappeared to. I could see from what the rod was doing that the two halves of the serpent were now surrounding Avebury completely... like an gigantic letter 'o'. ( _I found out a few days later that the two halves had not only separated like this; but that they also 'kissed' briefly – over on the far outside of Avebury, before suddenly veering away from each other once more... on their occasionally intertwining serpentine flow throughout the earth_ ). So this must've been why the Intelligence had wanted me to get out of Avebury as quickly as possible immediately after the first episode. This must've been why it had wanted me then to have no contact with the serpent. Any contact with it might've created a problem with its separation into two and then its shifting away from the stones – what I'm trying to say is... Trying to make contact with these giant forces immediately after the first episode might well have interrupted their movement – because after all, these forces are connected to the human mind. Any attempt to connect with them might have disturbed their movement.

Surely that was it? Surely that's why the Intelligence had been trying to keep me away from the forces like that, at the end of the first episode? But the glaring questions still remained. Why had the great serpent split suddenly into two? And why were its two halves now surrounding Avebury completely? It didn't make sense. Why was the serpent doing this? The rod swerved... The winds made no difference to that power fiercely controlling the movements of the little copper rod: and as I turned and started approaching the secret place – swirling invisibly in the earth maybe twenty feet ahead, something... An invisible thing seemed to be right there in front of me. The copper rod was swerving furiously away against... It was swerving against a tall column; maybe three feet wide.

"Are any more of them here?" I whispered.

The Intelligence led me in a circle all around the secret place; while the rod twitched in... then straightened up: then twitched in, and then... This was a bigger circle than the one I'd encountered there immediately after the first episode _: eight of them!_ They were standing all around where The Wand had risen two weeks ago. My head bowed instinctively... as the Intelligence led me past... and then through this ring of tall columns; before suddenly the rod swerved... I'd hit a second ring. With my head still bowed, I was led through this second ring: where four tall columns were creating the formation of a square all around the secret place. Moving inside that second surrounding circle of four – and now the rod was curving... on its familiar spiraling route in and further in. The blustering winds made no difference to the sheer solid force holding the rod: and suddenly it twisted... in my fist, to say _'this is it – here!'_ I dropped the little rug, huddled a blanket around me and got down right there in the grass; while my mind chattered away... like a monkey in a cage.

And some sort of a light-energy was already filling my bones – it seemed to be filtering in like treacle soaking through a sieve.

It was giving me a sense of effortless power.

That wind tussled and blustered under a cloudy sky blotched with grey patches turning into black: yet despite its noise and its sometimes angry bluster I was... Oh god, I was apparently turning into an iron statue. It seemed to me that... It was like I was separating. Becoming completely separate from that stormy world outside the blanket wrapped around me – _oh god, look at that!_ Something was there. It was hardening my spine into steel. And my blood. Blood was thickening. Turning me into a cadaver. I was watching with closed eyes, because a strange thing... A very strange thing was there – _what is it?_ A very dense flow of... The thing was dazzling white... Beaming down through... It was like I was sitting back inside my body (I know that sounds strange, but...) and watching as a dazzling white beam of energy or power was a single shaft going straight down through my body and down into the ground. I could see that it was... It was coming in at an angle of about forty-five degrees... It was definitely flowing down and down through my increasingly iron-statue body. I watched fascinated as the beam of increasingly dazzling light or energy or whatever it was – it was a shaft of some sort of power flowing down and down into the ground. It was a single shaft of white energy that...

And it was getting brighter... and brighter and...

It was as if the energy was thickening. It was growing.

Now it was even more intense.

"Ah: god – that's... powerful..." I whispered; as if in the grip of deep rigor mortis.

Spine was hard steel. Skull had tilted back a little further. Beam of light-energy getting... brighter and.... Suddenly something was there inside my ribs: there inside the ribcage. It was a strange thing: it... _What is it?_ There was something there inside my ribcage. It wasn't that cavernous grotto opening up – no, no; it wasn't that: it was... _Look at that – good god, look at that!_ Inside the ribcage; it was a vessel of some kind... It looked like... It was an upturned chalice – how very... Spine straightened even more into steel. Rigidly straight: as if to accommodate that upturned vessel-thing. I wondered if this strange cup-like thing... _Is this what they call 'The Heart'?_ And I could see that it was tilting over... It was tilting over to one side. It was tilting so that the beam of light-energy... The cup was tilting so that the light-beam was filling it. The strange upturned vessel was capturing all of that light – _how strange!_ A bit like a sunflower. Their big heads face the sun and follow the sun all day with their upturned faces. The cup thing... It was exactly like that. It was turning... Tilting over to capture all that dazzling light. Outside my body the winds blustered and tussled but this upturned cup thing inside my chest... It continued to fill and to fill. So then it's true. There really is a heart. The heart does exist. And the heart isn't really to do with emotions. It's more to do with light. And it's to do with power. If this world really is going to change then it can never change without The Heart.

_What's happening?_ Wind had dropped. Shockingly the wind had dropped. Disappeared. Avebury was still. Absolutely still. The vessel inside my ribs... That upturned chalice was full to the brim. Filled with dazzling white power: as for me? Had I vanished somewhere? Dissolved. And the only thing was that full-to-burst chalice. Filled with light.

Why had the world fallen so utterly silent and still?

Everything was soundless. Motionless. Not only that but I couldn't move. Couldn't move any part of my body – except for my eyes. I turned my eyes to the side to try to see. It was true – yes... Each blade of grass was motionless. I wasn't imagining this silence at all. I shut my eyes again as I sensed something was changing. _Oh look – it's moving!_ The beam of light was moving! Something about it was changing. It was... Yes, it was starting to fade. With my eyes shut I watched the white-hot beam fade... and very softly fade inside that eerie stillness engulfing Avebury.

Suddenly the shocking bluster and gusts of wild breezes whipped up again; and that incessant voice of my mind... It was gabbling its usual inane garbage again: while I asked – using the conscious and deliberate psychological voice of my mind: _is that it – is it done?_ Jabbed... by an invisible finger of bloodied steel, deep into solar plexus – sudden blurt of ridiculous gurgling churn and tumble of laughter spewed right out of my face: the Intelligence was letting me know, _'yes – job done!'_ Still I could see that fabulous cup was fading. Fading away. It seemed to melt away from inside my body – _what the heck was that?_

Softly the strange thing melted back into the swirling whirlpool of force to disappear finally.

Cross-legged in the grass there – and in the middle of those blustering winds... After that strange cup of power had faded and gone. After the dazzling and mysterious beam of light had finally faded and disappeared as well. I stood up and tugged the coat's hood a little bit further forwards over my face. In some sort of a daze, I was rolling the little carpet up and then absently tucking it fast under one armpit. I was stunned by what had just happened. How could something that apparently is not there be more real than the world outside – how is that possible?

I noticed how the afternoon had moved on into an increasingly gloomy early evening: and now a few spots of rain had started to tapety-tap on the hood of my coat. But not minding that at all, I lifted the copper rod again and watched it turn to the right: pointing me away from the secret place of power. And watching the rod swerve... through the first ring of tall columns – and then swerve... fiercely through that second bigger circle of them the Intelligence was guiding me on into the growing darkness that seemed to deepen even more as I trudged away from the secret place, and on through the wet grass. But something had changed.

Something had gone.

An atmosphere that used to be there had gone.

Where were the two serpents that had been there earlier – _where are they?_ Unless I was mistaken they seemed to have shifted away. Had they really shifted away? I didn't know if they had shifted away. I was just moving. I was just moving forwards. I was just letting myself be taken away. Felt a little like... Robot. Now the Intelligence led me onwards – past the lonely stone giant's sheer vertical face – rising shadowy-grey in the blustering winds and on in the direction of those trees climbing the Avebury bank. Wooden gate clunked shut. I crossed the empty road; the second gate clattered in the breeze. Boots crunched the chalky path, while clambering up the grass and mud-smeared bank under the beech trees. Wild branches swished in creaks and swirls overhead. In another fifteen seconds I was still under their mossy boughs but on the bank's high ridge and looking down onto the great gaunt stones before slithering... and clumping down the bank's inner flank; and feeling incredibly lucky that – even now – there wasn't a middle-aged wizard or Elf King in sight – _thank goodness for that!_

Trudging now over a causeway of undisturbed ground interrupting that deep circular trench of the dragon ditch... Something in the air slowed me down and made me stop. The entire place... Everything was different. Even the few monoliths out there in the expanses of grass... They even looked different. As if they'd woken up. Something was there. Something was there that wasn't there since I came through the stones earlier that afternoon. I clearly sensed that something had changed completely out there among the stones. What I mean to say is that something that definitely was not there – yeah, well... It definitely was there now. I could practically touch the electrical charge. The air felt thick with it. In fact if it wasn't for the wind on the hood of my coat I might even be able to hear it crackle. I could practically smell it! Quickly now – hurriedly I took the copper rod out from my coat pocket yet again and held it out in my fist while I trudged forwards through the grass. That feeling I'd had earlier over there on the other side of the bank – that feeling of being in a trance... It had vanished; and now I felt wide awake. Electrified. My entire body seemed to vibrate with some sort of electrical charge. There was only one thing this could mean – viciously the rod lurched with an almost furious power:

"Bloody hell it's back!" I whispered.

I'd been led right onto the serpent. There it was... Flowing... Surging through the stone circle again. The two halves of its power had reunited. Now as one entity they were surging together straight through the middle of Avebury. Something had happened back there – over the high bank... Something had happened to make them both return: _what could it be?_ Instead of continuing along the serpent's huge body I wanted to do something – I wanted to make a quick examination. So I deliberately turned away and started walking off the serpent's back. As I walked away from the broiling force field the rod swiveled.. wildly to the left, where it went rigid: and it was being bent... backwards inside a powerful magnetic force that was pulling the rod back as I walked – suddenly _twang!_ The rod lurched... forwards and swiveled loose and dead in my fist; as I now walked away from the serpent's wide and violent surge. My quick investigation was to see if the serpent was indeed created by those two – the female and the male – that usually unite to flow through the stones. Eight channels in all combine to form the serpent. Two channels at the centre of the serpent flow in the same direction... while the three channels on each side of those two alternate in opposite directions.

Now – as the winds whistled against my coat... I started walking across the serpent, and as I hit the edge of its body – the rod twisted so viciously to the left. I kept walking very, very slowly forwards through the blustery air – it twisted again... to the right. Another step forwards... It twisted again to the left.

"That's the first three," I murmured.

The rod swerved... forcefully to the right then it visibly bobbed – but carried on pointing fiercely to the right. Those were the two central channels that both flow in the same direction – _it is the serpent!_ Suddenly the rod – it twisted... furiously again to the left – _ah-ha! It must be!_ I kept creeping forwards – it twisted... viciously to the right. Suddenly the rod twisted... sharp to the left, and as I kept moving forwards the rod went limp in my fist and now I knew.

"It is back. It is the one!" I said it out loud this time.

The serpent was surging straight through the middle of Avebury. Sure enough it was the indeed the great artery of power. My god, the sheer force of it! So then what had happened? Why had the two halves of the serpent reunited again; to surge back into the stones on this second episode after having shifted away from the stones on the first episode? When I arrived at Avebury on this day, the two halves of the serpent were both surrounding Avebury as that giant letter 'o': but now they'd shifted back!

Perhaps this little mystery was something that only time would explain?

**THREE** At the Avebury Stone Circle, during the Science's first episode, the great serpent of power had split into its female and male halves; to then surround the stone circle entirely, like a gigantic letter 'o'. But in the second episode the serpent's two halves reunited with each other again: to then surge back as one serpent through the stones. What did it all mean? In the week prior to my next visit to Avebury an answer was given to this question in the form of a most mysterious and strange experience; which apparently revealed the inner workings of this secret phenomenon I called The Science: secret workings that were grasped finally by me in the hour after this soon-to-be-described third episode, and so came to be written here in this chapter...

It was late morning, and I was meditating silently in my flat in Tottenham, North London, when the roof of the house – it was falling away... into the distance, far below: and I was rocketing out from the Earth at an incredible speed – out, out, out, out, out, out... and out into what was quite obviously Outer Space. But then as I was starting suddenly to slow down... Inside... It was some sort of a huge noise; a cacophony. An entire atmosphere of living human voices – it was... How many thousands of people were there it was impossible to say, but I could hear them everywhere. Their voices were all around me. Isolated calls for help and sudden exclamations of demented torment thousands of people were crying out. For a while I was suspended there. Listening in awe to...Suddenly I was tipped... forwards horribly when I started to fall. And falling I was falling terrifyingly fast now falling and I would be killed on impact how would I stop falling and falling and falling and falling and... I was there cross-legged on my bed again suddenly; and thinking _what... why_...

As I say, it would be during this third episode at Avebury when the explanation for that strange event would start to emerge.

The Intelligence's given moment of three-fifteen in the morning was approximately two hours away by the time I'd driven through London, out into Wiltshire towards Avebury again; and a sky full of stars was dazzling in great billowy clouds of fairy dust. Weather-wise, at least, there'd be none of that sulphurous fog; like on the first episode. Two bright stars were entering a perfect alignment on either side of the near-Full Moon. Clearly they both were planets. One glowed red-gold and was the planet Mars: while the other glowed silver-white and was the planet Jupiter. I remembered the song about 'when the moon is in the seventh house... And Jupiter aligns with Mars... Then peace will guide the planets... And love will steer the stars: this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius'. Singing as I motored on through the dark, I was trying also to forget a feeling of dread. It really was Jupiter and Mars: and they really were both aligned exactly on either side of the moon.

Further on, I was approaching the volcanic shape of Silbury Hill: but instead of speeding past the old prehistoric mound this time, I slowed the car and pulled into a lay-by to then stand there and watch how Silbury squatted under the stars while the land was silent: and the Avebury stone circle waited approximately a mile away to the North East.

Then driving down the road cutting through the stone circle, those hulking old bodies of the stones... They edged in from the side of the road.

But they were no longer baleful monsters.

They were more like silent but cheerful old friends.

Something about Avebury... It had changed completely. And when I stopped at the Red Lion pub – located at the centre of the stone circle, and then turned off the car engine... That horrible haunted (and even ghoulish) atmosphere that had crowded the stone circle on the first episode... It was gone. Looking at the Avebury Stone Circle through the car windscreen now... All that was out there was a crystalline emptiness, the stars overhead, that dazzling moon, and the great stones. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes to go until the given moment of power at three fifteen, before the coming dawn. Suddenly the idea of walking through the stone circle at night was not such a bad idea after all.

Now trudging over that wide grassy area – surrounded by the deep ditch, where the standing stones now looked so proud and regal, even – in the heavy moonlight; I lifted the copper rod out in front of me and asked the Intelligence, "Can you show me the serpent – is it still here?"

The rod swerved... in my fist... to then point in the direction of the stones.

Silently, breathlessly I followed under that moon and the stars – the rod swerved... most viciously this time, as it collided with the magnetic-electrical energies of the serpent; flowing invisibly through the middle of Avebury: _yes – it is still here!_ The rod twisted... viciously to the left, inside the first one of eight channels of energy that create the serpent's gigantic flow, while I crept over its broiling back – the rod twisted... viciously again; and was held rigidly to the right this time, inside yet another one of those fierce magnetic-electrical channels. The rod swerved... And this time I was being guided abruptly away from the serpent to continue on the lonely trek through that strange world of giant stones and moonlit shadows. Each silvery-grey beauty this time seemed to be humming a merrier tune while I walked on through the grass. All of those ghosts that, on the first episode, had apparently haunted this place... They had gone. And there, up ahead, I could see the deep surrounding shadow of the giant ditch – or henge. While lifting beyond the henge into patches of moonlight... The sheer, climbing rise of its high surrounding bank. I held my head high this time, as I marched confidently between those two unusually imposing giants that form a sort of gateway, through which I always had to pass: before then being guided, as usual, on and up through the gathering of beech trees guarding that particular rise of the fifteen feet high surrounding bank.

Up there on the bank's ridge I stopped for a last lingering look down at the hulking stone giants, sprouting their bulky bodies out from the wide flat area of shadowy grass below. Then the rod twisted... purposefully away: and so I followed up further through the shadowy darkness of the trees – over the top of the bank's high ridge. Down and stumbling and crunching down... to the very foot of its outer flank; where the first wooden gate squeaked and then clunked as I passed through it and then over the road – through the second old wooden gate, past that stone giant towering from the soil as usual, and then on towards that secret place of power: swirling fifty feet ahead in the moonlit grass.

The copper rod swerved... forcefully in my fist. Eyes widened. Mouth dropped open. I bowed my head as the rod curved around a tall column rising up from the grass. Fifty feet up ahead in the grass I could see it once again... A shimmering patch of white-green phosphorescence!

I crept past that first sentinel a few more paces – the rod swerved... again: _it's the second circle of them!_ Sure enough the rod was curving around another tall column of power. It seemed to be bigger – more powerful. The breezes had vanished completely. All I could hear was the swishing sound of my boots through the cold grass, and that ringing sound. That familiar symphonic ringing noise. It was filling my ears, while the copper rod was curving... on a spiraling route. I was being led in and further in to the silently swirling core. Inside that overwhelming sound of ringing symphonies, I was following a spiraling route to be led in: until suddenly the rod twisted... fiercely in my fist to say, _'there!'_

Shoulders dropped with relief.

I'd arrived in time for the moment of magic to rise.

Dropping the little rug on the grass, I got down cross-legged there; to wait for this third episode of the Science to begin.

All around me the grass shimmered with that green-white phosphorescence. Then tilting my head back. High over my left shoulder I could see that alignment of Jupiter and Mars to be exactly on either side of the near-Full Moon. Inside the shadow of the coat's hood I couldn't help smiling with the thought that maybe... Maybe the words in that famous song really were actually coming true? It seemed like fear really had been replaced by sympathy and understanding. There at Avebury, at least, a spaciousness and freedom had replaced that over-crowdedness and horror.

A thickening presence appeared to be filling my bones.

A cocoon of some sort of power... It was enveloping my body: as if a cloak of safety had been wrapped around my shoulders. Memories. Secrets They were melting – _thank goodness for that!_ The night seemed to be filling with a dawning realization; as yet another scintillating layer cocooned my iron-statue body: I knew absolutely that I could wait there like that under the stars forever. Time had vanished. There were no monsters at Avebury anymore. The ghosts had gone. No demons... No lunatics. With my face half-shadowed by the coat's hood, and my gloved hands tucked deep into the sleeves of my coat, I noticing how that cocoon of solidifying power was starting to become... It was solidifying even more: causing my skull to tilt a little further back under the stars. Mouth gawped. My entire skeleton was filling with molten gold. The moment of power... It had arrived as an endlessly slow-moving explosion. All I could do was to open my eyelids... Let my eyes slide sideways... Jupiter and Mars – _my god look at them!_ Dazzling in perfect alignment on either side of that white-gold moon. Everywhere a silvery silence reflected on the grass; creating some sort of an effect in the night air. My half-shadowed face turned to the sky and fused to the countless stars. Skeleton? Solid gold. Shimmering... White-hot bones encased by solid-steel flesh. My mind? Pickled inside a softly swirling whirlpool of power.

I shut my eyes. Mouth warped to one side. A smirk of unexpected death.

I was floating inside a capsule of bullet-proof light for what might have been years... Centuries.

But suddenly a change was happening. The moment of power... It was fading.

Five minutes later, and that strange little grin continued to contort my mouth, even as I tucked under one arm the little Persian rug; and then watched fixedly as the Intelligence pointed the copper rod forwards in my fist, to then guide me away from that pool of silvery-green phosphorescence; and then off, on a twisting and curving route through those two concentric rings of tall invisible columns. The swish of boots in damp grass... The dense ringing that filled my ears... Moans of another soft breeze in the moonlight – the copper rod swerved... fiercely: _what...?_ A strange force field gripped the rod; twisting it over to the left... then fiercely to the right. Then fiercely back to the left again. I realised suddenly that I was indeed walking along the broiling back of a huge serpent! I could see that once more its invisible body was hugging the outside of the fifteen feet high surrounding bank – _it's doing it again!_ Suddenly the rod swerved... and pointed away in the opposite direction. As I followed where it pointed the rod in my fist was bending... back and bending... back even – _twang!_ It swung loosely in my fist, as I stepped off that furious serpent – the rod swerved... to carry on pointing in that opposite direction; and clearly I was being led towards something... Something equally as powerful as what I'd just been – the rod twisted... violently – _my god it's the other one: look!_ The Intelligence had guided me straight onto the fiery back of a second serpent of power; which hugged the outside foot of the surrounding bank as well, but in the opposite direction.

All in a matter of minutes the great serpent had split suddenly into its two complementing halves – the female and the male; and had abandoned the stone circle to once again surround Avebury in the formation of a giant letter 'o'! _How could it be?_ Suddenly the rod swerved... and pointed towards that gathering of old beech trees, climbing the high bank in the shadowy gloom: and in a few more minutes a new breeze clattered and creaked naked branches overhead, while I crunched the little chalky path rising underneath them. But when I reached the top of the bank's high ridge this time I wasn't led straight down the inside face of the Avebury bank and on into the stones – no: this time the Intelligence guided me over the top of the ridge and then just a shallow distance down; to where a secret place of power swirled among those old trees. There the rod spiraled me in... and further in to make me stop in the moonlight; and to watch there for a while.

FOUR That weathered gathering of silvery-grey giants down in the prehistoric arena below – _god look at them_. But, of course, they were unable to answer this riddle of why the serpents had moved. Oh, and then what about in the second episode – when the serpent had mysteriously returned? At some point during the second episode – when that upturned cup had filled my ribcage on that blustery afternoon the serpent had come back into the stone circle; to slice through its middle again: but why? What was going on? And then during this third episode right now the serpent had abandoned Avebury yet again! The hulking great monoliths were serene in the silence. Maybe where I was standing on the Avebury ridge – under the gently swishing old boughs of the beech trees... Maybe this place could bring me an answer to the riddle?

"What has happened to Avebury?" I whispered. "Why has it become so _perfect_?"

But as I stood there on the bank's high ridge I wondered _am I actually staring at the answer to this riddle?_ Was I actually staring right into the answer's face? And what am I talking about? Well; it hadn't escaped my notice that Avebury had indeed become very different. That crowd of ghosts I seem to have encountered down there during the first episode – not to mention the image of that horrible primeval creature... All of that strange and disturbing stuff had vanished: and now something truly grand was down there. But what did it all mean? Why should all of those ghostly presences have disappeared over the course of the Science's first three episodes?

And then I saw it all in a sudden flash. I believed I knew what was happening.

First let me ask; what about that strange event that had happened in Tottenham – when something had launched me straight out of my body and up into Space? All of those tormented people out there – who the heck were they? Their agonized cries were still a vivid memory. They had not said recognizable words, only groans and meaningless exclamations: but there had certainly been a huge cacophony of them. Did they have anything at all to do with that apparently haunted presence I'd encountered down there at Avebury in the first episode? Looking at the stones I was thinking that those people crying out for help – all of those hundreds of thousands of them – and the so-called 'ghosts' I'd encountered down in the stone circle that night... Maybe they were all the same people!

Maybe the ghosts I'd seen and the voices I'd heard... Maybe they were in fact the same people.

I'll explain a little further... You see, maybe there were not actually any ghosts haunting Avebury at all; but rather... In the first episode at Avebury I had sensed some sort of a visual echo – if I can put it like that: a visual echo of that vast atmosphere of tormented human souls? Maybe I'd been seeing images projected from the population of human souls that were trapped all around the Earth? But if that really was true... Then how? How come I was seeing them on the ground at Avebury? Then I realized _am I looking at the answer to that question right now?_ From the top of the surrounding bank, was I looking at the answer down there below me? Was the answer to that question, of 'how come I was seeing those ghosts down there in Avebury'... Was the answer to that question Avebury itself?

Once again, I'll explain what I mean... In the first part of this story I mentioned the existence of various layers in the natural world: and that an entire realm of layer upon layer exists beyond our physical senses. So then what if a very particular one of those layers is the layer that deals with the passing of human souls away from the physical human body and out... into the universe: on the eternal journey through Creation that we call 'Life'? In other words, what if there exists in Nature a unique layer that deals solely with the passing of human souls from the Earth: it is in fact the mechanism that allows the function we call death to work as it should?

So then what if that layer exists as a complex network, spreading throughout the entire Earth: a global network that allows human souls to pass away from the Earth and out into the universe?

Let's imagine – even just for the sheer fun of it – that there actually is such a thing. So then what if that vast global network is defunct? What if, for some reason, it does not work – and why? Because something has blocked that network; that's why. First of all we'd need to know – 'then what is blocking it and how did it come to be blocked?' And to answer these questions we might well have to understand some basics about how the network functions – basic things; nothing too complicated... That giant and highly complex network that exists inside the natural world... Maybe it can be likened to another system we already know – the blood-system in the body. This much smaller system ends up as a vast system of endless capillaries (the tiny branch-like veins that spread throughout the body), but it starts with a few main arteries. Block one of those arteries and the entire blood-system no longer works as it should. Now let's go back to our network that is the mechanism for 'Life and Death'. That network is a global system involving hundreds and hundreds of thousands of swirling whirlpools of force – the Places of Power that I used again and again, in the Science. But a very small number of locations around the Earth are the artery-points – if you will – for that gigantic network.

They are the starting-points for that network.

So then, what if Avebury is one of those arterial starting-points?

Block the whirlpools of force there and what happens? The entire global network is affected; and in time it even might shut down completely, if the blockage is allowed to stay there for long enough. Somehow, from the top of the surrounding bank's high ridge, I was seeing that vast network that should gift us all with Death.

If all of that were actually true, then it would mean that the Science's first three episodes had implemented a procedure that in time would be repeated worldwide; and which would release so many trapped human souls: and allow them to pass, finally, into what we call 'Death' – but then how did the episodes achieve that? How did they unblock the root vortices of an entire network? Well, first of all we have to understand what was causing that terrible blockage; which started there at Avebury and therefore spread to affect our entire world. Maybe I knew the answer to that question. Maybe the answer to that question was something that had been pushed around and manipulated so mysteriously by these first three episodes? Because it seemed fairly obvious that what created the blockage that caused an entire global network to go defunct was the great serpent itself. It had to be the serpent!

The serpent that usually flowed through the vortices at Avebury... It was a huge river of violence and chaotic interference: and for centuries it had been blocking those vortices. Therefore, because of that influential blockage at Avebury the same blocking effect was being mirrored throughout a worldwide network of vortices linking us all to the unconscious realm; or to so-called 'death'. Therefore, and in other words, the great serpent at Avebury was the very thing that was blocking an entire worldwide system, and was stopping human souls from leaving the Earth. _My god – can any of this be true?_ When the serpent first shifted out of Avebury, all of the souls trapped in the 'death vortices' – if you will – existing throughout this planet... Those human souls were immediately released. Countless people across the Earth were released finally from what is, in effect... Hell! For a long, long time countless human souls all around the Earth were trapped inside that hell... But they were trapped not down here _on_ the Earth... They were trapped somewhere _outside_ the Earth! Trapped in an atmosphere that exists further out and towards what we call Space: an atmosphere which I entered when I shot out of my body that day. For some reason I was made to leave my body and shoot right outside the Earth in order to actually experience what was going on out there inside that mysterious atmosphere!

Then, when the serpent returned during the second episode the refreshed and purified forces of the serpent surged through the huge vortices at Avebury like a torrential river of pure, clean water: thus in turn cleansing those vortices. But then – on this third episode – the serpent shifted away again: so then what had this most recent shifting of the serpent away from Avebury achieved? What did it mean? It meant that all of the human souls that had not been released the first time around – on the first episode... They were all finally released by the actions of this third episode. And how were they released? They were released because these so-called 'Gates of Death' were at last thrown open _permanently_ ; and this meant that all of the millions of human souls that have been waiting (and needing) to enter those gates (and were therefore waiting to enter truly into Death)... They were suddenly and wonderfully now completely free to exit out and then away from the Earth: to continue on their endless journey called 'Life'.

I wondered – could that really be what's going on?

If it is a truth that these huge vortices are connected to the exit and (therefore) also to the entry of people into the Earth, and if the serpents have blocked these exit and entry-points for centuries, then doesn't it mean something very important? Doesn't it mean that by blocking the vital openings of entry and exit for human existence on Earth the serpents have created a sort of bottle-neck effect; which in turn, has caused the human race to effectively stagnate? And isn't that exactly what we have today: a stagnation of the human race? Haven't we become a species that is locked into a spiraling mind-set of consumerism of the Earth's resources; and which is completely unable to change that mind-set? Could it be that the violent rivers of magnetic-electrical force we call 'The Serpents' are the root cause of that terrible stagnation: but when we remove the serpents... When we open up those vortices... When we allow the flow of human souls to start happening again... Then the human species will start to function correctly; due to the now constant exiting of souls that have already lived a life here on Earth and should therefore leave; coupled with a constant influx of new souls: new souls that bring fresh ideas and original ways of living?

But there's another thing: and it's a thought that many people will find even harder to accept... Something had amplified and fixed the serpents into those vortices – yes, but what? What had done that? From what the Science was showing me... It had been done by the amazing Stone Age structures. True; they might not have actually created the serpents but they certainly did exaggerate the serpents and then fix them into the vortices. Therefore it means that these greatly revered Stone Age places were not actually places of great wisdom at all; and that they were instead places of highly ingenious commercial industry that (as usual) affected negatively the essential workings of Nature: which, in this case, involved the energetic flow carrying human beings both into the Earth and out of the Earth. In other words it could be said that many of the Stone Age places were contributing significantly to the over population of the planet; by intensifying the serpents of force and then fixing them into the vortices: thus blocking the natural openings of a global network of Nature through which all of us have to both enter and then leave.

Therefore the Stone Age places have created a giant problem: and it's been a giant problem for thousands of years. It's a problem that, in effect, is causing the destruction of Nature due to the burgeoning numbers of human beings. It's because of these giant blockages (the serpents, in other words) that so many millions of people have been unable to leave and continue on their journey throughout the eternity of Creation: and so have been forced to come back into the human fetus again and again... and again and again. But that endless returning and stagnating has reached the point we're at today; where so many hundreds of millions of people seriously do believe that they now own the Earth: and that nothing exists for them beyond this Earth. Therefore if something like the Science was not implemented here, then the human situation would be a tragedy that would only continue to get worse and worse.

Looking down at the great stones and thinking about all of this... It seemed too ridiculous: too fantastic. Maybe the real issue here was 'have I gone mad now?' Or, to put it another way, 'am I losing my marbles?' The haunted hoot of a tawny owl, somewhere over by the Avebury church, seemed to be an answer: but whether it was a 'yes' or a 'no', I couldn't tell. Standing there under the moon, I knew absolutely (as I still know today) that I really had shot right out of my body like a comet that day: and that I had heard what I'd heard, up there surrounding the Earth. It all seemed too ridiculous; absolutely ridiculous: but never the less it was true.

From the top of the ridge I looked down on the stones and witnessed again that blindingly obvious contrast of the horrors of the first episode with the cleansed, purified stone circle I was looking at now.

Even the night air seemed to be filled with a sense of freedom.

And because of that vivid change I suddenly realized: _oh my god... Something most probably was there after all!_ Because looking down at the stone circle now, and reveling in the sheer grandeur of its beauty, I realized that it might even have been far worse on that first episode than what I'd remembered: and that something in my mind had blanked a lot of that ghoulish experience of my journey through the stones clear from my memory. I mean, after the first episode I couldn't get away from Avebury quick enough – and now? Now, instead of wanting to scuttle home as fast as I could I wanted to loiter. I wanted to explore. In another minute the call from the stones – like the irresistible smell of fresh bread, or newly made coffee... It became too much; and so at last I was guided away from the bank's high ridge, all the way down its grassy flank, and down onto the enormous flat grassy area where the stones are.

Suddenly the copper rod twisted... fiercely: _what's this?_ It couldn't be the giant serpent of force because I'd only just been shown how it had split once again into two streams; and had left the stone circle to surround the entire place like a giant letter 'o'. So then what could this be? From what I was witnessing it was clearly another serpent of magical power – a third serpent at Avebury! Ah yes! I remembered. _But there is a third._ There are indeed three serpents entering the stone circle at Avebury. Two of these traverse the entire Earth in unison: and, as usual, are the two complementing energies (the female and the male), sometimes flowing separately... then sometimes crossing over each other at various centers of power... then sometimes even combining to become one stream – as at Avebury... then separating again. But the third serpent is a lesser stream that normally enters the stone circle from the direction of Beckhampton, over in the West.

Therefore it was now replacing the two huge serpents that unite to become one stream flowing into Avebury's heart through the dragon ditch's south entrance.

This third serpent at Avebury does not traverse the Earth like those other two, but instead it emerges over a mile away from the top of a high earthen bank. This earthen bank is the enclosing end of a three-sided Stone Age earthwork, called Knoll Down; which looks like an immense open-aired tunnel in the ground. Two ram's-horn spirals of force are there at the earthwork's high-banked end; and their tails flow down the earthen bank's slope, like the prongs of a two-pronged fork, to then unite as one stream – the serpent's body. Now the single serpent flows down the full length of the enclosure... and out through the open end... to then flow East and across country... through the fields and the occasional woods... on and in-between two five-ton stones that are the only remaining monoliths of at least two hundred tall giants that once lined each side of the serpent on its sinuous journey. Finally the serpent returns back into the earth at a mysterious location somewhere inside the Avebury stone circle. But no one knows where that secret location actually is. It seemed that I was about to find out: because the serpent of force I was encountering – on my return into the stone circle... It was indeed the Beckhampton Serpent: flowing into Avebury from that forgotten Stone Age earthwork out in the countryside beyond.

Following the serpent's fierce flow, I was led between the two terrible stones; where something frightening (and possibly evil) had watched me, during the first episode. Breathlessly I followed now, while the lonely and tremulous sound of a tawny owl drifted; and everywhere a glorious presence filled the night air. The serpent was entering a ten feet wide whirlpool of power – from the centre of which a truly colossal monolith, called 'The Obelisk', used to rise at least twenty feet into the air. It was reckoned to have weighed at least one hundred tons. Long ago it was the central stone at one of the two interior stone circles at Avebury, which were both – in turn – themselves surrounded by that one giant circle of monoliths that used to guard the inside lip of the great surrounding ditch (the so-called 'Dragon Ditch'). Both of those two interior circles had been comprised of about thirty silvery-grey lovelies.

Now I followed the serpent as it flowed through this first vanished stone circle and on towards the second whirlpool of magic several hundred feet away, where the second interior stone circle used to be. For a few moments I stopped in the grass to watch... as the heady light of that bright moon washed all of the great stones; and cast long black shadows over the flat turf. Then I carried on, breathlessly on, while the sudden scream of a fox sounded almost human-like, out there in the dark country; over and beyond the high bank. Sure enough, the serpent was heading straight for the second whirlpool of power; where – at the centre of that second (vanished) stone circle – there used to stand three gigantic and very unusual monoliths. Only two of these remain in place today: but in the distant past the three were so arranged as to make an open-aired and three sided enclosure, today called 'The Cove'. Inside that Cove there was – and still is – a small mound that rises to only a few feet high.

Clearly the serpent was flowing through where The Obelisk had once stood and then on... towards The Cove. A harsh metallic chuckle... of a pheasant shattered the quiet; while for a few minutes I had to leave the serpent as it flowed through a small chapel and some cottages. I was led through a wooden gate, over a road that slices through Avebury, through another wooden gate, and over the grass towards The Cove's two remaining giants waiting either side of that human-made rise: and casting two sword-like shadows over the grass. Each giant is in the shape of a blade standing maybe at least ten feet high. One of these gigantic stone blades is slimmer and more dagger-like in appearance: while the other giant is very wide; and closer to the fat diamond shape of a Roman sword. Suddenly the rod twisted... in my fist as I re-connected with the serpent again: but expecting it to continue on through The Cove I got a shock: for the serpent split suddenly to become a huge two-pronged fork. I followed one of its prongs as it spiraled anti-clockwise and spiraled around one of the great stones of The Cove; to abruptly disappear into the ground right there. Doubling back again to where the fork started, I followed its other prong; as that now spiraled clockwise and spiraled around the other huge stone; to abruptly disappear into the ground right there. So that was it: the mysterious head ( _or is it the tail?_ ) of the Beckhampton Serpent!

For the next hour or so I wandered around the stones like a love-struck teenager. The entire place felt romantic under that moon and I didn't want to leave – quite the opposite to what I'd been like one month previous.

I felt sad driving away at last; but as I couldn't bring myself to leave completely and go back to London, I thought I'd go and have another look at Silbury Hill; just over a mile away: and maybe also that other long-extinct circle of stones, The Sanctuary; which was once connected to the Avebury stones via the male half of that immense Earth-traversing serpent of power: now curving – in exact mirror-image of its female counterpart – along the outside foot of Avebury's giant circular bank, like I described. As I motored on under the stars I was remembering a few things about a man called William Stukeley, the famous English antiquarian; who – in the mid-1700's – had literally stood and watched as the local farmers smashed to smithereens so many of the giant stones, in Avebury's final destruction. Later on he described the episode when he said 'And this stupendous fabric, which for some thousands of years, had brav'd the continual assaults of weather, and by the name of it, when left to itself, like the pyramids of Egypt, would have lasted as long as the globe, (has) fallen sacrifice to the wretched ignorance and avarice of a little village unluckily plac'd within it'. But if my assertion was correct – that the stone circles and such were in fact creating a giant problem not only for human beings on Earth but also for the Earth itself... then maybe (and very oddly enough) the impulse behind the destruction of these Stone Age places was, in fact, positive; and maybe not quite as negative as was thought.

Of course, they couldn't destroy Silbury Hill – and maybe another reason that it remained intact was not to preserve the memory of The Stone Age, but rather to retain a physical evidence; which – at some later time – would serve somehow as a reminder concerning this 'entry and exit' phenomenon in the Earth's forces: and therefore about the essential function that these forces play in human existence. Walking over to the foot of Silbury, I felt as if I could make the one hundred and thirty-foot high summit in a couple of lusty leaps. Meanwhile that near-Full Moon – with Jupiter and Mars on either side of it... Its silvery wash of light gave the hill's body, and the location where it erupted from the earth, a look as if soft-dusted in frost. On the prehistoric mound's very foot... Seven tall columns made another circle of mystery around a swirling pool of power: where, in the middle of them all, a silvery-white orb of scintillating lunar light. It glowed into life, there at the core of my brain. Its cool cascading charm filtered through the marrow of my bones. After a few minutes I lifted the copper rod and sure enough – _it is!_ Both halves of the great serpent were doing exactly what they were at Avebury!What did it mean? Had those so-called 'Gates of Life and Death' been opened up at Silbury as well?

I wondered what might be happening five minutes up the road; at The Sanctuary, on Overton Hill.

Already a red-gold ooze washed the early morning sky, as I pulled into a lay-by on the road and turned off the car engine there; before getting out, crossing the road, and then stepping onto the wet grass: where – approximately thirty feet up ahead – a number of knee-high wooden stubs were reproducing in the dew-covered turf an outline of a big circle; inside which another set of wooden stubs made the outline of a smaller interior circle. All of these stubs were marking the exact positions where once had stood each tall stone that used to make the stone circle they called 'The Sanctuary': which was smashed to pieces in the Eighteenth Century as well. This extinct circle of stones was what they used to call 'The Snake's Head': and it was from there that two lanes of standing stones described both of the outside flanks of the male half of the serpent; as it flowed through this area and then on... into the Avebury henge. From this high-point in the landscape I could see the hills and valleys of Wiltshire all around. Overton Hill, where The Sanctuary used to be (and where I was), seemed to be the very crest of a tsunami wave – frozen in time on its rise – in the midst of a rolling and tumbling sea of shadows... splashes of forming light... and the occasional dark tuft of woodland, which could easily have been the bristling back of a weird creature rising through the broth.

Once again I discovered that the two halves of that Earth-traversing serpent were no longer crossing at the circle's middle – as they usually did, but had shifted away... to now instead be running several feet outside The Sanctuary's outer perimeter of wooden stubs. _What on earth is going on?_ I wondered. And as I listened to the rising explosion of a dawn chorus birdsong – before starting on that ninety-mile journey back to Tottenham, I remembered some more of William Stukeley's words; describing the systematic destruction of this stone circle that he stood and watched as well: 'The loss of this work I did not lament alone; but all the neighbours (except the person that gain'd the little dirty profit) were heartily griev'd for it. It had a beauty that touch'd them'. But could it possibly be true that The Sanctuary in fact served to intensify the serpent, as it flowed on and into Avebury? If that were true, and if I was correct about these stone circles creating a blockage in the flow of human souls throughout Creation; then maybe the destruction of these stone circles wasn't such a terrible and wicked crime after all?

The New Age philosophy venerates the stone circles and the Stone Age places. Whereas I seemed to be saying that these Stone Age structures created a blockage in the natural flow of human beings through the natural world: and that blockage therefore in time created a dangerous build-up of so-called 'souls', which no longer could leave the Earth to continue their eternal journey throughout Creation; but now instead had to return again and again... and again and again... endlessly it seemed into the human fetus. All of this contributed significantly to the exploding human populations and the destruction that these populations invariably do bring. Some people would be horrified by such an idea; but let me ask those people one simple question... In the times _before_ the creation of the stone circles and all of these Stone Age structures what is the evidence of war and environmental destruction? Actually there is very little evidence. And yet _during and after_ the stone circles and such were created is there any evidence of war and the destruction of the natural world? There certainly is. In fact the warring between people, and our destruction of the Earth, spiraled out of control ever since the Stone Age structures were created.

So then why does that not tell us something?

It's funny; but people simply do not even want to look at this fact at all, let alone make the connection. Could this be because it is a connection that shatters completely our ideas concerning our own ancestors: ingenious and inventive though they were? But were they not foolish enough to cut the same branch that they were sitting on? And is that not also a foolishness that we – their descendants – have sadly inherited? Maybe it is through the creation of a false past... that we are entering into what is in fact no future at all: and that it is only by looking at the _truth and reality_ of our distant past that we are then able to change our course; and enter into a true and real future. Any qualified psychoanalyst will tell us that when a person looks into her or his own past and then connects with the reality of that past – and therefore removes their illusions about that past; they are then able to enter an authentic and lasting future that is based in reality about who and what she or he really is. Therefore it's exactly the same on the grand scale as well: 'As it is above then so it is below'.

While I was writing this story various historical background researches were needed: and one subject I needed historical background for was The Grail. This is because the Grail – in its huge and fully manifested form – did appear several times at Glastonbury Tor (those episodes will appear later on in both volumes of this story).

But in one of the Arthurian Legends, we see Perceval, the knight, who has embarked on a quest for the Grail and sees, from the prow of his ship, a castle situated on an island in the midst of the waters. After entering this castle, and witnessing the many wonders there, he is made a guest at a great feast. After various conversations and ceremonies, Perceval sits at the table amongst a host there and is amazed to see a golden chain descend from above; where underneath it the men open up a great pit, from which there issues a terrible cry of human voices. It is a cry more sorrowful than Perceval has ever heard. When everyone else in the great hall hears this cry issuing from the pit they also start to wail and cry with sorrow. For some time the chain of gold that has descended into the pit stays there until, at last, it ascends back into the air: and the pit is sealed up again. Never before has Perceval heard such pitiful cries and exclamations as there came from the mysterious pit. Later on, Perceval is told that all of those wretched souls trapped inside the pit will be released and made free at last only when the Grail is brought into the physical realm of the Earth.

So then was this old story a fairly accurate interpretation of what had happened to me during the Science: because did the Perceval story describe those wretched people that I'd encountered, after shooting out of my body and out into Space? Was the story actually explaining what those ghosts and terrible voices were... and that a deliberate procedure involving the materialization of a divine power (the Grail and also the Wand are but two manifestations of that power) inside the Earth's field would somehow release those souls? But wasn't that exactly what I'd been talking about on the high ridge at Avebury? There that night I'd been talking about the Science being a technique that was releasing the souls of the dead from the atmospheres of Earth. So then was the old Perceval story backing me up – was it proving me correct?

Oh dear... It sounded so utterly absurd: but what else was I supposed to think?

Let me tell you something... I sincerely hope that one day you actually do find yourself in this position; where all of a sudden you're left wondering, _Grail Knights? Prophecies? Have I completely lost it now – am I finally going mad? Or is something going on here that I simply cannot yet fully understand?_

FIVE Late one evening, and only a few days after that third visit to Avebury; a strange little adventure began from the old attic in Somerset. I was asking the Intelligence about where the six tall columns that had been appearing in the attic (and which I told you about at the beginning of this story) were actually coming from. Slowly, purposefully the rod turned... in my fist to point towards what I guessed was an exact location somewhere over to the South; and quite near to where I was standing at that exact moment.

Leaving the flat I was led up through the town, called Chard; and all the way to the top of the town: where a very mysterious two hundred feet long and twelve feet high mound of grass-covered earth dominates a little grassy area of sparsely wooded parkland. Fronting it all is a bank of well-kept flower beds near to a main road. One end of the mound's spine overlooks that road; and into that road-end there is set a twelve feet high vertical beam of wood, upon which there sits an iron beacon – like the crow's nest atop a ship's main mast. This mysterious mound with its high beacon is called – not surprisingly – 'Chard Beacon'.

Ever since my first of many night time visits there I'd always thought this mound was an old burial mound – or a 'Long Barrow' as they're sometimes called; because its shape is exactly like a Long Barrow: it looking like a mini Glastonbury Tor. However, my ideas were shattered completely when one day a local person told me that actually it wasn't a long barrow at all; but that in fact it was created in the 1970's, and just after the road running past it was built.

As I crossed the road – under a clear night sky – the copper rod turned... and started pointing viciously at something right near to those well-kept flower beds. It reminded me of a dog on the end of lead being dragged past a lamppost it was trying desperately to sniff. Clearly the Intelligence was trying to show me something; but for some reason I was ignoring it and demanding instead that I be taken up to the top of the grassy mound, and to the secret place of power there.

Eventually the force pointing the rod slackened: and so at last the rod turned... and pointed up the Beacon's grassy flank: where again the rod swerved viciously against the first of five tall columns of power. They stood all around the secret place there, on the mound's top and near to the Beacon itself. The air felt alive and even seemed to crackle with an electrical charge. Then I asked to be taken to the other secret place of power, down at the foot of the mound. The rod turned... and swerved past one of the tall columns as I followed on down to where six tall columns of power waited all around the little whirlpool of magic there. As I sat down on the grass right in the middle of them all I immediately noticed something. A vivid gravitational force was flowing downwards right through my body and into the ground. Thinking about it for a few seconds I wondered in what direction the forces might be flowing up there on that first secret place – on the top of the mound. And so, back on the top of the mound again, I discovered that the gravitational flow was rising up from the ground; exactly as I suspected. It was rising up through my body and out through the top of my head.

But something else was happening there as well.

It was something... Something truly marvelous...

As I sat there on the top of Chard Beacon – _oh my god look at that!_ An orb of what appeared to be a glorious lilac-colored light (that somehow I was able see with my mind)... It had glowed into life directly behind my breastbone – _what a strange thing!_

But cupping that glowing orb... There was the vivid and unmistakable shape of an upturned bowl, or chalice.

I looked again. A Grail! And as I looked at the fabulous thing, I was able to think lucidly about what this strange phenomenon might actually be.

The oldest recorded scriptures are 'The Upanishads', which date officially circa 1500BC (that being an approximate date from recorded dating procedures): however, their true date of origin is unknown; and they are reckoned to be far older than that given date. One central teaching of these early sacred texts describes 'The Chakras', which are a (supposed) spectrum of swirling vortices existing as a sequence that ranges vertically downwards from the crown of the head to the base of the spine, throughout what is referred to as 'the subtle body'. The word 'chakra' means 'wheel', and it originates from a highly disciplined and ancient Indian language reserved for religious and learned discourse, called 'Sanskrit': which, according to traditional documentation, arrived on the Indian Continent circa 2000BC.

One aspect of these 'chakras' is that they also exist in the Earth; and that they are in some way connected to the planets of our solar system. That is to say that – according to the sacred tradition – each planet creates an effect of some kind within the magnetic-electrical field not only of the Earth but also of the human body.

It could be true that a planetary effect (of some kind) does touch upon the only life-giving planet of the solar system – planet Earth. And it is also possible that these effects do appear in some way inside the Earth's field through the whirlpools of force – the so-called 'vortices', or 'transmission-points'. It could also be true that the living human body contains within it a number of energy-portals – nine in number (and not seven, as maintained by the Western translation of these early Indian philosophies), which transmit the planetary energies as well.

Through questions with the Intelligence it appears that the planetary presence at Chard Beacon relates to the planet Neptune: and that the energy-portal in the body relating to Neptune is located behind the breastbone. Therefore as I sat there with my mouth gawping open... It could have been possible that the planetary energy rising up through the transmission-point at Chard Beacon was being attracted to the same centre of planetary energy inside me (in the natural world it is usual that 'like attracts like'); and thus was creating that marvelous orb effect. But not only that. The rising magnetic force of the Earth was somehow mingling with the Neptune energy in the Earth; and (crucially) with the movement of my breath to create that marvelous Grail effect: which in turn was emphasizing and illuminating that secret portal of Neptune energy behind my breastbone, and turning that portal into a dazzling orb.

_Could this be it?_ I wondered. Had I stumbled into the secret of how these strange cups – or 'Grails' – are actually created?

Fifteen minutes later I stood up and staggered away down the side of the Beacon: but as soon as I reached the foot of the mound the Intelligence immediately picked up from where it had left off earlier; and started pointing fiercely again at something near to those flower beds that front onto the road. This time I followed: and after a few paces the rod twisted violently over a whirlpool of power – about four feet across. Suddenly I realized what I was being shown. It was the answer to my original questions in the attic... That question being about where the tall columns were actually coming from. I was being shown that they were leaving Chard Beacon to enter this little whirlpool of power. Then the tall columns were emerging through another whirlpool underneath the building of my friend's flat to then finally appear upstairs in the attic there.

In other words, I was being shown that these whirlpools are Nature's energy-tunnels: through which is able to flow not only light and energy in order to nourish the natural world, but also through which consciousness is able to enter into – and also exit from – locations at ground-level: and to cap it all off... A group of daffodils in the shape of a heart were blooming at the dead centre of that whirlpool of force!

_Cute. Very cute_ I thought, with an upwards curl of my top lip.

SIX Dragons, dragons, dragons. Remember the marvelous knights who traveled the land killing the dragons? There are many stories about dragon-slaying knights. But the Ancient Greeks also described how you could fix a so-called 'dragon' into a particular location by hammering a metal stake into 'the dragon's head', as they called it: which is where the serpent spirals into the ground, by the way.

So then what on earth were all of these weird stories talking about? Were fire-breathing dragons really lurking in the hills and forests of England? No, not really. But these sometimes enormous and very vivid fields of force were quite often imprinted with the images of primeval creatures – like I mentioned at the beginning of this story: and so the force fields became our so-called dragons. To the Ancient Druids the serpents were holy things; and they revered them as great powers of Nature: which in a way they are, I suppose. It's funny but people still believe the Druids built the stone circles; when in fact the Druids merely claimed the stone circles as their own long after the stones had been abandoned by their original creators, the Stone Age farmers.

So why am I telling you all this? What's the point? The point is that it was here in the story – somewhere towards the middle of 2004... that the so-called serpents and dragons... They all started to disappear. Or at least they started to change dramatically their form; as they'd never done before in human history. It was in Tottenham, only a few days before the final episode at Avebury, where I made a startling discovery. But for the telling of this brief story I should describe to you first a little bit about these serpents of power. When we walk across a serpent – in other words as if we're walking across its spine and not along its spine, so to speak the rod usually swivels quite sharply left then right... then left... then right and so on and so on; until we're off the serpent; where the rod immediately slackens and doesn't really do anything until we meet another one of these force fields. The reason for that (sometimes quite startling) swiveling right and left effect is because inside every serpent there exist a number of oppositely flowing channels that are quite often only a few inches wide. An entire serpent of force can be as much as twenty channels wide – sometimes they can really be that big. I've encountered serpents that take eight big paces to clear.

Ever since my encounters with the serpents of power started (at the beginning of 2003) there'd always been a fairly small serpent flowing near the house in Tottenham: but after a couple of weeks it shifted very unexpectedly to flow slap bang right through the front door and right through the middle of the house. On this particular day prior to the final episode at Avebury I wanted to see if my snakey friend was still running in its usual place – thinking that maybe it had shifted too, like all of the others were shifting. But when I went outside and started looking for it I couldn't find it anywhere. I thought that maybe it had shifted away a few yards up the road. So I had a look... But again I couldn't find it anywhere. The serpent had gone: and instead of the serpent – or any other serpent for that matter, there was a huge and seemingly endless wash of super-gentle energy. I measured it to be eighty-five paces across; before the copper rod swiveled very suddenly to point in the opposite direction for another eighty-five paces or so. Obviously I'd found another huge plate of this super-calm and very simple energy, which was butted right up against the first.

Then I realized suddenly what was going on. Remember how I described, earlier, that the serpents contain inside them many oppositely flowing channels, which are only a few inches wide? Well these giant sheets of energy – each one of which was at least eighty paces wide... They used to be those narrow channels. Can you understand what I'm saying? The serpent had not disappeared at all. Rather, it had changed completely. It'd lost all of its usual violent ferocity and it had also expanded and expanded and expanded to become absolutely huge. The channels – which had always been just a few inches wide. They had grown and grown and grown to become eighty or ninety paces across. And as for the entire serpent?

It might even have been a quarter of a mile wide.

All of that might seem utterly irrelevant until you grasp the fact that everything – absolutely everything – existing, living, breathing, thriving on planet Earth is connected: meaning that somehow what seemed to be happening there with the Earth's forces... With the expansion of these serpents of magnetic-electrical force. All of that sudden growth would replicate physically in some way throughout the natural world, and also among the psychology of people.

It could mean floods: it could mean revolutions.

Therefore, surely there'd be a dramatic knock-on effect as this unique flooding and calming of the Earth's field of force traveled gradually throughout the globe?

And that strange phenomenon I was discovering out there in the road in Tottenham... Was it appearing anywhere else? There was only one way to find out: so I got in the car and dodged over to Primrose Hill. See what was happening there. It was exactly the same thing. Huge sheets of energy – all butted up against each other flowing through the Earth. While the serpents – those intense and highly complex rivers and streams that usually riddled the hill completely... They no longer existed in that form! Even the whirlpools of power had changed completely. No longer were they vivid and compacted pools of swirling energy. Instead, they were barely perceptible points: around which the singular field of soft flow made an immense, very slow-moving swirling effect: all of that violence all of that chaotic and complex activity happening inside the Earth's field... It was disappearing completely. The serpents and the secret pools of power were still there – of course they were; but they'd changed their form so dramatically. They were no longer violent and complex but absolutely huge and very simple, very gentle presences.

Standing on the top of Primrose Hill I could see it all in my mind... An endless ocean of perfectly calm energy was starting to flood the Earth.

Was something in the psychology of people on Earth in the process, finally, of being swept away as well?

SEVEN Back there, over the other side of the high bank, two or three people had been wandering around the Avebury stones; but at the secret place of power there was only the warmth of the sunlight on the grass: oh, and a Cabbage White butterfly drifting fluttering inside a layer of air. Overhead, a little battalion of white clouds, in the late morning sky, cast shifting shadows over this grassy world; outside the Avebury stone circle's fifteen feet high surrounding bank: and a long swishing of those old beech trees, up there on the bank's ridge, swirled inside a symphonic ringing sound. _Is it the ringing sound that's doing this to my face?_ I wondered; while my mouth seemed to be sliding under my chin: and my cheeks and eyebrows were melting... and glooping down the sides of my jaw like hot wax.

Spine was stiffening. Forging into sheer steel – _is it happening already?_

And as the Avebury church bell tolled noon somewhere over on the other side of the stone circle, under the white and blue sky; my skull tilted to be absolutely straight.

Using that deliberate voice of my conscious thought I said, _please may I drink from the first cup of magic?_ And suddenly, there! Illuminated right there! A marvelous upturned cup glowed into existence on the crown of my skull – and there inside it as well... Dazzling inside that cup was a red-gold orb of Freedom. In a deliberate act – not of imagination but of conscious feeling, I sipped and drank that red-gold elixir of freedom from the fabulous cup. And as I drank something filled and I realized that what was being filled... was me. _Now please let me drink from the second cup of magic_ , I asked; using exactly the same deliberate voice of my conscious mind – and there! A second upturned cup of magic glowed into existence – but this time at the very middle of my skull. Dazzling into life inside it, a second red-gold orb was the glowing elixir of Wisdom. In the same way as I'd done with the first cup – that continued to glow on the crown of my head, I asked if I might be allowed to drink; and by that same conscious act of deliberate feeling I took a sip from that second upturned cup of wisdom. As I drank something filled and I realized that what was being filled... was me. _Now please may I drink from the third cup of magic_ : and again, I was using that same conscious voice in my head to ask. Immediately – right there! An upturned cup of magic was expanding into existence inside my neck. There inside it as well, a glowing red-gold orb was the elixir of Intelligence. Skull tilted a little bit while I sipped, using that same method as always: and as I drank something filled and I realized that what was being filled... was me.

In this busying from centre of magic to centre of magic – from the crown of my head and all the way down and all the way down through the nine points of magic, to the last magical centre there at the base of my spine – like a bee going from flower to flower; I'd quite forgotten about my insane battle over to Avebury through the London traffic, earlier that morning. Not to mention that high-speed ninety-mile chase down the motorway; with one eye on the clock as time ticked nearer... and nearer to this, the Science's fourth moment of power. While I continued to drink that magical elixir – which (on conscious request) is there for anyone to drink inside her or his own living body, I quite forgot that I'd also swerved dangerously into the Red Lion pub's car park – at the middle of Avebury – with only ten minutes left in which to run all the way through the stones while cussing and blinding; then shin up... and up through the trees on the high bank. Slither all the way down the bank's other side (trying not to make a fool out of myself by falling over). Fumble and dodge through the gate and over the road: to get through the second gate and then on past the lonely stone giant. Where finally I could stop... and take a few breaths before asking the Intelligence to lead me into this silent swirling core.

High on that part of the Avebury bank over to my right, those beech trees murmured inside another breeze: and yet even now nobody had wandered down the Avebury bank; or followed the ruined avenue of giant monoliths marching into the stone circle from the countryside. Meanwhile, there I was: cross-legged on my little magic carpet on the grass, and blithely taking one... sip... after another sip from all nine elixirs – the nine potencies of The One (sometimes called 'Bramha', 'The Tao', also 'Jamsuph'). All of its nine magical cups were glowing into life immediately when I asked for them – and suddenly its fourth fabulous cup of magic was there behind my breastbone: bringing with it the elixir of Mercy. Now the fifth cup of magic took form; and expanded deep in my lower chest. Inside it there glowed the red-gold elixir of Strength – I took a good old sip and filled; before asking with that conscious voice of my mind _please may I drink from the sixth magical cup?_ Immediately that sixth upturned cup expanded while it glowed right there in the solar plexus – _oh god, I'm turning into steel!_ Dazzling right there inside it was the elixir of Beauty: I greedily took a sip and was filled with that potency as well. When I asked for the seventh cup of magic to glow into existence – there it was: just over the navel. _It's filling me up with power!_ And so I thirstily took a sip from its own glowing orb of red-gold elixir, and filled up with its potency of Victory! Even though I thought I might burst – explode with power; I used that deliberate voice of my conscious mind again: and as I asked for the eighth glorious cup to glow into life. There it was – right there! The eighth cup expanded below the navel!

Sipping from its elixir of red-gold I filled with the potency of Splendour: and appeared to be getting increasingly drunk while I now asked, _and please may I drink from the ninth cup of magic?_ Immediately – right there! The ninth cup of red-gold power! Glowing gloriously into sudden life it was right there underneath me again: exactly where it had appeared two months ago in the first episode – _oh god look I'm sitting inside it!_ And while I sipped from its scintillating elixir of red-gold power, I was filling up and filling even more with the potency of Foundation.

Grail after grail after grail glowed into form; and from each one I took a sip – one after each one: and while I drank each one of the nine elixirs of magic and then filled I was remembering that just before the little copper rod had turned... in my fist – twisting and guiding me in on a spiraling route in: further in, to the secret swirling core – and further in towards this whirlpool of power; the Intelligence had first of all guided me around and then past... a tall sentinel standing in a big outer circle. Later on I discovered the outer circle was made of at least twenty tall columns of power. Instinctively my head had bowed as I crept through them – and the rod had swerved again; as it curved fiercely around another tall column standing in a second surrounding circle. _How many of these circles are here?_ I'd wondered; while slowly, carefully I'd crept on through the grass – and that ringing sound... It had been a pressure on my ears even then. The rod had swerved suddenly against a third ring of sentinels: and these were the same eight tall columns that I'd encountered exactly right there on my second visit to the stones, during that blustery day under such thick and gloomy clouds. Creeping on I'd lowered my head again – while the rod swerved fiercely around the inner circle of four columns of power.

So there I was. Drinking from nine miraculous cups of magic... While cross-legged on my little magic carpet in the grass, at the middle of four circles of sentinels surrounding this secret place of power. Skull? Tilted back. Face? Apparently melted down onto the front of my coat. Three times I'd sipped from each upturned Grail: and as I took a final sip of elixir from that ninth Grail something sort of billowed up from that whirlpool of subtle power in the ground underneath me. Spine grunted back – _what is this?_ Face seemed to bubble and warp as my mouth was moving. A gigantic tidal wave of furious anger – it crashed upwards through my body while I started saying all of this strange stuff. _What does it mean?_ I kept thinking: while the words gushed and tumbled uncontrollably out of my face. I listened to what was being said, and it seemed that... Were they describing some sort of an event that would start the Earth's transformation?

Suddenly the power was fading – the tidal wave of words was soaking back down into the Earth, from where it had come. A wild pheasant shattered the quiet with a loud metallic chuckle out in the fields. I knew it was time to leave the secret place of power. With an electrical feeling crackling away inside my ribcage, I half-staggered as I got up, rolled the little rug under one arm in a daze; and then lifted the copper rod in my fist to be guided away through ring after ring after ring after ring of those tall columns. Then over the ridge and down into the Avebury stones.

By now I'd recovered enough normal consciousness that I could be shown how – even there among the huge Avebury monoliths, all of the serpents and the vivid whirlpools of power had faded even more than when I was on Primrose Hill; only a few days earlier. From what I was being shown they'd sort of faded away; to be even less distinct. Had the dragons vanished almost completely from the Earth? It seemed so. But, you know; I really should explain even a little about what exactly had created those intensities in the first place. Well, it's very much like this... Quite often in the Earth's crust an electrically conductive type of geology (like chalk, for example) butts right up against a type of geology that isn't so electrically conductive. When this happens the electrical field in the ground flows quickly through the chalk until it meets the non-conductive ground – and suddenly the electrical field is obstructed from carrying on. That sudden change in the electrical ground-charge creates a fluctuation in the magnetic field there; because the magnetic field and the electrical field both feed and even create each other. In turn that sudden change in the magnetic field creates a fluctuation in the electrical field at that same point in the ground.

This geological boundary is therefore a place of unique power.

Sometimes that power can be unusually weak (as with the 'incoming' centers of power) or it can be unusually strong (as with the 'outgoing' centers of power). These are the vortices: the transmission-points used in the Science. ( _This phenomenon is explained in greater detail in the final chapter of Part Three_ ). Meanwhile, the serpents are rivers of concentrated force created by that butting-up of different geological terrain as well; because where two types of geology meet there can also be created what we might think of as a seam – a long line of connection; where various types of eddying effects are established inside the overall geomagnetic field.

And that, very (very) briefly, is what the serpent lines and the so-called power centers usually are. Scientists sometimes call these geological butting-up points 'conductivity discontinuities'. The exaggerations of intensity created in the magnetic-electrical field are sometimes made even more powerful by underground streams of water: and even by the movement of natural gases, like ethylene (there's actually no great mystery at all as to what these things are). Yet, as I crept among the Avebury stones, I could see... All of those serpentine and whirlpool effects had practically gone. The only thing I could detect existing there in the ground was that same endless wash of gentle energy flowing everywhere in one unified direction; and swirling in colossal whirlpools of softly swirling force to guide me inwards and further and further inwards, towards these central points in the ground: which used to be vivid vortices of spiraling force.

The dragons were apparently... dead!

So then did this fading of the chaos and violence inside the Earth's influential field of force have anything to do with the famous and elusive New Jerusalem – the future heaven on Earth that William Blake made prophecies about? Could it be? When William Blake said that a heavenly spirit would one day start to re-establish itself – after having terrible chains completely shattered that had held it prisoner for so long... Did these dramatic changes in the Earth's forces have anything to do with what he was talking about? Was it really more like to say that the dawning of a so-called heaven on Earth would start to come after the serpents and dragons had all been made to disappear – and why? Because the dragons were in fact immense disturbances in the Earth's field of force, which had acted like deep psychological schisms in the human mind. And also was it because the violence and chaotic influence of those invisible serpents had at last been dissolved that something truly holy would now be able to exist freely on Earth?

So then maybe heaven on Earth has always been here but it was constantly hidden by a sort of dreadful fog?

Avebury had played its part in the Science; and in two week's time (at the next Full Moon) it would be Stonehenge. What on earth would I encounter there? During this four-episode sequence at Avebury I'd been shocked to read that William Blake had predicted how heaven would start to appear on Earth due to some sort of an unlocking of three significant locations in Britain: and that those three places were Avebury, Stonehenge, and Glastonbury Tor (the latter being 'England's most sacred ground', according to Blake). So then was I actually involved directly in that fabled 'unlocking' or was I indeed going mad? Was I imagining all of this – was I seeing connections where there was no connection at all? Some people would even go as far as to say, 'was William Blake completely mad?'Because there definitely were quite a few people living at that time who thought that he was.

From the flat summit of Silbury Hill – one hundred and thirty feet over the Wiltshire landscape – I could see Avebury in the distance. And even there at Silbury this endless wash of soft-moving power was everywhere: slowly ever-so-slowly whirl-pooling in, towards a point at the dead centre of the hill's high summit. Many more tall invisible columns were gathering up there on Silbury's high plateau as well: and I'd learned something more about them while up there in the breeze. It seemed that they are some sorts of projections, and that they were responsible for the new gentleness inside Earth's field of force. Imagine a fast-moving whirlpool surrounded by three of four concentric circles of posts. Make sure they're placed so that each post covers the gap created by the two posts in front of it – in other words, trying to look through them all at ground level you'd see no gaps. Therefore these concentric circles of posts would act as a water-break: which immediately slows down the flow of water surging out from (or into) that whirlpool. Likewise imagine a fierce river of water hitting that water-break: it would disperse immediately on impact.

And that's why the tall columns appeared during the Science's first episode.

As they started to get into place, then the Earth's poisonous violence started to slow... and to slow: so that even more of the tall columns could insert themselves into that subtle (yet influential) field of force.

Over those first few weeks of the Science more and more of them had appeared.

Also in volume one of Merlin & The Science
PART ONE: An Apprenticeship in Chains And Dragons

PART THREE: The Friends Have Come to The Vortex

PART FOUR: A Road Ends at The Tor

PART FIVE: The High Altar of Sacrifice

PART SIX: Earth Beats The Drum

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