TOUCHED BY MAGIC

( Playing with energy in the crop circles and ancient sites of South-western England )

In August 1998, June Mewhort, her friend, Yvonne Davies-Robson and her sister, Fay Taylor, travelled to Southwest England to study crop circles. All came for different reasons. Here June Mewhort explains what she experienced on her quest for a renewed awareness of the energies around us.

We three ladies from Canada first arrived in the magic land known as Alton Barnes on August 5th, after a chaotic couple of days tracing the circular labyrinth of Heathrow Airport and finding accommodation. Once we reached Marlborough, we knew we were getting close to the centre of major Crop Circle activity in Britain. Knowing that we wanted to focus on the Wiltshire area, we had already hired a taxi driver, who quickly became 'our friend, Paul' to drive us around and show us the landmarks.

Our first stop was Stonehenge. This was a great choice for a beginning because the energies at Stonehenge are so strong that they became a point of comparison and reference for other energies we would encounter on this surreal trip. The moment that I stepped out of the tunnel that runs under the motorway, I felt an immense downward pulling sensation as if the Henge were a giant magnet and I were an iron filing. It was one of the strongest vibrations I have ever felt, comparable to power sites at the Grand Canyon and an ancient sanctuary in Hawaii.

We had been prepared for disappointment at Stonehenge. So many friends and strangers alike had told us that it had been ruined by tourism and we would feel let down. Therefore, we were doubly surprised by the power of the place despite the ropes holding us away from the stones and despite the many tourists chattering away in every language known to humanity.

We were awed by the majesty of the vibration, the grounding effect it had, the changes of energy at every gateway. We would learn more about the gateways at a later time when we were honoured to be invited to after-hours appointments with the stones by new friends we met at Honeystreet. Even on that first visit, my sister felt compelled to jump the rope at the Heelstone and stand at its base. She felt a thrusting sensation as if she had been shot into the centre of the Henge and was standing in the middle of the stones. She had to check her feet to make sure she was still standing at the Heelstone.

The initiation into a renewed awareness of energy patterns had begun. I realised that I had forgotten so much about the feelings I had had as a child. I could remember the thoughts and ideas, but I had lost the feeling of magic and mystery that comes with the awareness of vibration. None of us wanted to leave the Henge that day, but we knew Paul was waiting patiently at our taxi, so we literally pulled ourselves away from the magnet and returned to the car.

Our next planned stop was Avebury, but on the way to Stonehenge, we had noticed a Crop Circle near to Alton Barnes and we asked Paul if he would drive us back that way to check it out. He was a very willing participant because as a local, he had always been fascinated by the Circles, but had not really studied much about them. We told him what we knew, which really wasn't that much, just what I had learned from the Internet.

Our first initiation into Crop Circles was at the circle called the Cat's Eye. It was about three weeks old at the time and had a number of broken stalks from many visitors. However, it still possessed an energy. We all agreed that the vibration was light in nature, almost lilting and then my friend used exactly the word to describe it. It was dancing. Barely a moment after the word had left her mouth, I looked down to find that my foot was about to step down on a live grouse. She sat perfectly still watching us. There was no fear in her demeanour, only caution. She even let us touch her. We came to the conclusion that she was not injured, but was in fact nesting. There she sat, right at the edge of a Crop Circle, apparently in harmony with the energies there. That did not surprise me in the least, because in a number of North American Native traditions, the grouse represents the 'Spiral Dance' and we had just concluded that those words aptly fit the energy in the Circle.

Once on the road again, we had not gone far when we noticed a large number of people in a field. We were curious as to their reason for being there, but we were also hungry, so we went on to Avebury and had lunch. However, we couldn't contain our feeling that maybe the crowd meant that a new Crop Circle had formed, so we left Avebury without having really introduced ourselves to its currents, and headed back to the crowded field.

Sure enough, a beautiful and complicated pictogram had just appeared that morning. We would be able to witness a brand new Circle. And what a beauty it was! The lay of the grain was gracefully sweeping in great arcs and magically woven. The seed heads all faced the direction of flow and the interweaving layers of grain made the floor of the pattern look wavy as if one was looking at water. We felt immediately that we had to follow the flow and direction of the grain. If any one of us tried to move against the grain, we felt we were trying to push through a force field that was intent on holding us back. But when we moved with the grain, there was a grandness to the energy, a feeling of power and peace all at the same time. We fell in love with the Circle that was later to be named the Queen.

We were later told by Ilyes that we had started something new that day. It was the first time that anyone had taken a taxi to a Crop Circle!!

With full hearts, and a grateful sense of wonder, we asked Paul if he would drop us at the Barge Inn at Honeystreet. I had been corresponding with Mark and Stuart through the Crop Circle Connector and they had explained that the Barge was the inner sanctum for the Crop Circle researchers.

We had been there only a few minutes when Ilyes came in. Recognising her from her web site picture, I immediately introduced myself and she generously came and sat with us and shared all her ideas and theories. The energy that she and others gave freely and enthusiastically was part of the Crop Circle mystery. Every researcher we met was willing to share his or her sense of awe and wonder at the miracles they had been investigating, to share the research, argue about different ideas, all in a loving and accepting manner with few negative judgements. They had become a community of energy workers. Even if they were studying the geometry and science of the phenomena, they had all been touched with magic and it was rippling off all of them in waves. It was so electric, that no-one ever wanted to leave. People kept putting off departure dates and coming back as often as possible, because the energy was so uplifting and healing in its nature.

Our second and most powerful encounter with the Crop Circle named the Queen happened on August 8th, the night of the full harvest moon. We had decided back in Canada that we wanted to do something special for the full moon and after having felt the energy of the Queen formation once, we chose her as the location of a night watch. We arrived just before sundown as the sun dipped behind the hills and birds rose from the fields in clouds heading for the forests. We had brought a groundsheet and sleeping bags and lay them gently in the area we agreed was the 'womb' of the formation. At dusk, we were visited by a couple from Glastonbury who explained the connection between the chalk and the Circles. The lady told us to watch for strange lights, peculiar cloud formations and unusual mists. Then she and her companion left us alone.

The night was cool but clear. Stars appeared slowly until the sky was full of twinkling diamonds. Right overhead was Cassiopia, the grand W constellation and Ursa Major keeper of the Arthurian legends. We all felt very safe, relaxed and comfortable. We kept noticing flashes of light in our periphery vision, teasing our senses, disappearing as soon as we tried to focus on them. But we were all seeing them.

Then, at about 11pm, we were joined by a number of young men from London, also on a night watch. We exchanged greetings and stories and watched for signs together. While they were with us we were stunned by a slow moving orange/white light with a tail that passed over our heads. We knew it was the time of the Perseids Meteor Shower, but this was too slow to be a meteor. Then someone noticed a glowing object flashing red and white above the forest. I suggested it could be Mars, but the light stayed over the forest, even when the other stars had moved across the sky. Unfortunately, it was too far away to identify. Next came a sudden dropping ball of light over the forest heading straight down, instead of arcing that is usually associated with meteors. Then, across the road, in the field opposite to us, we saw tiny lights dancing and playing in the field. We all described them as fairy lights and they tended to move together, like migrating birds do in moving ribbons. We watched for about an hour and then they simply went out and did not return.

At this point the young men left and we settled into our sleeping bags. By 2 a.m. my friend and sister were asleep. I was still awake and watching the sky. At about 3 a.m. I heard what sounded like Tibetan Bells. My friend Yvonne was stirring at that time and I asked her if she heard them. She didn't. At about 4 a.m. I finally dozed off, but I was awake again at six and felt like getting up. I really love solitude, especially out in nature, and I used the opportunity to work with the Queen formation. I followed the grain to the crown of the pattern and I entered a number of the smaller circles. I found that I was perfectly relaxed and comfortable standing, so I simply stood and absorbed the energy of the circles. I had no particular feeling of energy transfer, just complete relaxation, which is unusual for me under the circumstances. Usually when I go camping and sleep on the ground, I wake up aching all over with sharp spasms in my back. But not this time. My body felt good. There were no aches and pains. I was enjoying the morning.

After meditating and absorbing the energies in a few of the smaller circles, I moved to the apex of the triangle. Since I have had a dysfunctional thyroid gland for quite a while, I thought I would work on healing it at this symbolic place. I stood and concentrated on pulling energy from the circle up through my feet all the way to my throat and then circling the energy through the thyroid, the way that energy is depicted in the Torus Crop Circle formation. Then I grabbed my rolled up sleeping bag and went to sit in a wing of the Queen. I was so relaxed that I was dozing sitting up. It was a beautiful feeling of soft floating , as if I were hovering a little above the ground.

The sun was beginning to get warmer and I had heard that it was going to be a hot day. Since we were going to have to walk back to the Barge I woke the others and suggested we get started before the sun became too hot.

Heading back, it became apparent just how much energy I had received from the Queen. For the past few years, because of the thyroid problems, I have had very little energy and have had to learn how to use what I do have sparingly so that my body will hang in there when I need to work long hours. This day, after sleeping and meditating in the Queen I had more energy than I have had in years. The others couldn't keep up with me. I felt like a child again and it felt wonderful. Only when I realised that I was not tiring on our five-mile walk, did I finally grasp how much the Queen had given me. There had been an incredible transfer of energy. During that one night in a Crop Circle, my body had remembered what it feels like to be totally relaxed, and what it feels like to be full of energy.

During the walk back, we had to pass the Cat's Eye again, so, while my two companions rested in the shade, I made contact with my grouse friend once more. There she sat quietly in the sun, unafraid at my approach. I sat down and spoke to her and as I did, a hawk began circling the field. She turned her head upside down to watch it and as he came over her she began making a very faint beeping noise. I supposed that she was imprinting her chicks somehow. The hawk was beautiful in the sun and once he had made another round of the field he moved on. Our whole trip was about circles, it seemed.

We continued on our walk back and the others sighed as I said I wanted to look over Knapp Hill from the ridge. It was getting hot, but I didn't want to miss the view. As soon as we arrived, a lady who was camping there, told us that a new formation had appeared over night. We could see it from where we were. It was to become known as the Seven-Sided formation.

We made our way back to the Barge and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. The following day we hitched a ride to the Seven-Sided formation. Ilyes had told us that she found the energy there very mellow, and we found we agreed. However, the seven sided also had a playful creativity to it. There was so much variety in the smaller circles that the 'Circle makers' seemed to be saying "look at all the things we can do". There were tightly woven nests, volcanoes, infinity symbols, sprays, baskets, all touched with an impish artistry.

It was exceedingly hot in the noon day sun. We stayed as long as we could, feeling the mellowness and smiling at the playfulness. Then we headed for shade. During our rest, my sister and I each had experiences that seemed to be extensions of the energy gift we had received in the formation. My sister lay back on the ground and saw a rainbow in white clouds through the branches of the shade tree. I could see only a slight hint of colour from my angle, but she was seeing the full spectrum. I was having another type of experience. I have rarely seen much in clouds. The game that children play of making shapes out of the puffy white formations in the sky has always alluded me. That is, until that day.

The first shape I noticed was that of a large bird. An artist friend of mine back in Canada had just painted an albatross and I recognised it immediately. I took it to mean that I should not forget to mentally connect with her when I went to Stonehenge later that evening. The second image was far more puzzling, but very clear. It was a picture of the two Marys and Jesus. Mary the Mother was holding her crucified son and Mary Magdalene was standing behind her. I was perplexed. I am a teacher of spiritual philosophy who has never really connected with any particular religious doctrine. Rather, I see the similarities in all faiths, respect them all, but belong to none. It was therefore surprising to me that I would see such a religious vision in the clouds. I kept this to myself, a habit I have when I'm not sure of the ramifications of an experience. It was not until a few days later that I would learn the significance. The third image I saw in the clouds was that of a large feather. For some reason, even before we left Canada, feathers had become quite important to the trip. I had found feathers, been handed feathers by others and was getting a small collection. I took this image to mean that I should use the feathers as a meditative focus at Stonehenge. After the third image faded the sky revealed no other pictures.

We moved on, crossing the road to go to the Snowflake Fractal in East field. It had been there since early July and was quite broken down and wind damaged but I was very strongly pulled toward the centre. My sister and friend examined the periphery of the Fractal, while I sat down in the middle of it and began a meditation. Once again I concentrated on healing, and I consciously drew energy up my spine and through the chakras, imaging blue electric light flowing freely through my throat and cascading down my shoulders from the top of my head. I found it very easy to do the visualisation and to stay focused on my goal. I was conscious but very deep. When I had finished, I opened my eyes and for just a split second, I wondered why I was out in the middle of a field. I can honestly say that the meditation I did in the Fractal was the deepest, the most lucid, and the most positive I have ever experienced.

That same evening, we went to Stonehenge as guests of Ilyes. This time I felt the magnetic pull before I exited the tunnel. This was a grounding experience that was unique in its ability to make one feel extremely rooted on the one hand yet also very aware of the upwardly spiral movement of the energy in one's body.

Since now we were able to penetrate the circle and stand amid the giant stones, I carefully chose my entrance point. Treading the earth slowly, I began a circuit on the outside, starting at the South and feeling myself drawn in once I reached the Northeast. Other members of the party were experimenting with dowsing rods and Busty Taylor was demonstrating the directions of energy flow. I faintly heard him mention the name Mary, but I missed the context and was concentrating more on my physical responses to the Henge.

I stood for a moment in a huge archway, surrounded by ancient vibrations that had withstood thousands of years of interference by extreme weather, ignorant vandalism and muddled human attempts to understand their power and their purpose.

Stepping into the inner sanctum, I felt a need to sit and meditate, still in the Northeast. The energy felt like it was penetrating every cell of my body. I stayed and absorbed the feelings for about five minutes and then moved to the West and leaned against another giant. At this point my friend was having a haunting emotional response to the Henge, a feeling that she had finally come home. Possibly the vibration had brought her home to her deepest self; or she was having a past life recall that flooded her with emotion.

After a moment of sharing with her, I moved on to the South and found a niche beside the altar stone. Feeling very protected there, as if the stones were my guardians, I began a deep meditation using my feathers as a focus. I spoke the words, "This is sacred ground" and held my hand to the earth. Immediately the ground began to spin and I lifted a little as if I was going to whirl out of the top of my head. I stopped myself, however, because I knew that it would soon be time to leave and I wasn't ready for that much experience in a short period of time. Maybe the feathers were telling me it was time for me to fly.!! But I put it off.

When I left Stonehenge that night in the dark, I felt as if I had been given a gift of magic that would last a long time.

Before we were to return for another evening admission to Stonehenge, we took a trip to Avebury. The rings of stones at Avebury are totally open to the public all the time. Some say that a trip there is more rewarding because there is so much freedom to do as one pleases. However, I believe that some enjoy Avebury more because it has a very different vibrational frequency than Stonehenge.

If one were to affix gender to vibration, Stonehenge would be primarily masculine and Avebury would be feminine, although they both have some of each gender within them. The energies in the stones at Avebury are more easily readable since so many of them contain recognisable images of animals. The energies these stones emitted were reflective of their 'identity' and it was interesting to watch how different stones appealed to different people. One of the stones looks just like a rabbit when approached from one side and like a cat when approached from the other. There is one that is unmistakably elephantine. Another looks like the equine chess piece, the Knight. Then there are those that resemble human beings. One, an old woman wearing a hood, had a very maternal feel to it, especially on one side. One has been named 'the Devil's Seat' probably by persecutors in the middle ages who labelled anything that was feminine as evil, because it really looked like a birth canal, recognised on sight by female visitors. We each took a turn soaking up the energy between the great stone thighs.

There is no mistaking the two centre stones and what they represent. Although, unlike the others, they have been fenced off, there is still a strong potency to them as they obviously represent the male and female reproductive systems. In fact, the whole area tends to be quite erogenous, as we witnessed young lovers partaking of these energies all around us.

The Avebury Circles emit strong energy patterns and it could be those energies that help to attract the creative energies at work in the making of Crop Circles. This summer a number of Circles had appeared in and around Avebury and Silbury Hill. For those of you who don't know, Silbury Hill is the largest hill built through human endeavour. It is conical in shape and has been said to represent the breast of the Goddess. Excavations have proven that it was not built as a tomb, but its structure is unusual in that it seems to have been deliberately layered. Some theorists believe that it was built as a communications platform for the beginning of solar ceremonies each spring and fall. Whatever its original purpose, it emits a powerful feminine energy that is very nurturing and stabilising.

During the trip, my friend and I were invited to sleep at the summit of Silbury Hill. What a magnificent view of the sky it offers. There is a small indentation at the top of the hill and we set our sleeping bags there out of the wind. Once I was comfortably ensconced in my cocoon, I tilted my head back to marvel at the panoramic vision of the heavens. The Milky Way was teeming with millions of twinkling stars. The air was crisp and clear. I lay there in awe of the spherical vista, until sleep overcame me. I slept like a baby and woke with the dawn, soaked by the heavy dew, but grateful for the experience.

It was during this visit and the following morning that I finally understood my vision of the two Mary's in the clouds. We had met Rodney Carr-Smith who spent his time with us explaining the effects of the Michael and Mary ley lines that run from the Southwest to the Southeast of England and run below many of the most powerful energy sites, churches and ancient sites in England.

Just down the road from Silbury Hill is the West Kennett Longbarrow, a strange tunnel-like cavity dug into the hillside and held together with megalithic stones like the ones in the Circles. Long barrows have been found throughout the English countryside and many archaeologists and historians believe that they were built as tombs. I tend to disagree with that assessment. They may have been used as tombs by peoples who found them at a later date, but I think they have more to do with the stone circles than with burial. I may be wrong. It's just a feeling.

Silbury Hill, West Kennet Longbarrow and Avebury have been witness to a number of Crop Circles this summer. The Beltane fire wheel formation appeared in rapeseed on May 4th right on the long barrow hill. Although it had been harvested by the time we came to visit, its ghost was still prominent in the landscape. On the other side of the path leading up to the Barrow, another formation had appeared, in fact it was one of the longest formations of the season.

Over the brow of Silbury Hill a formation was still apparent and there were two that could be seen from Avebury. One had appeared on a hillside in full view of the tourists and in their enthusiasm to experience a Crop Circle they had unfortunately trodden down a great deal of the farmer's crop. They had made a mess of the design and of the field. We chose not to follow in their footsteps and did not enter the formation. There was another on the opposite side of Avebury but the farmer was unfriendly (who could blame him after seeing the mess the tourists had left?) and he would not let anyone in. At least we got to see them and we could feel the sense of attraction that the old sites had for the Crop Circle phenomenon.

We feasted at Avebury among the stones with our new-found friends, and felt the wondrous magic of the place all around us. Our picnic was watched over by the impressive energies that dance about and nurture the visitors that step into them. It was difficult to pull ourselves away when it came time to leave.

Our second evening visit to Stonehenge was blessed by a beautiful sunset that added the haunting colours of pink, mauve and orange to a sky deepening into indigo. On this visit, we joined in a group meditation and spoke our gratitude out loud to the stones for the incredible opportunity to partake of the gift of energy and friendship that had brought us here a third time.

Knowing that this was my last visit, I chose to sit in silence at the gateways I had only touched briefly before. I spent more time in the North and East and found myself drifting into a dimension that hovered somewhere between time and space. I had the same paradoxical feeling of lightness combined with deep grounding. It made me feel very centred, very together, and relaxed.

On that final departure from Stonehenge, I realised that the fact we had been three times was significant. The number three in esoteric numerology often means perfection, and I felt that each visit had given me another piece of myself back.

There was one more powerful energy site we needed to visit before heading home to Canada: Glastonbury, home of the famous Abbey, Chalice Well and the Tor; centre of Arthurian legend and the tales of Avalon.

We arrived at the Abbey around one p.m. and entered the grounds of this beautiful ruin. I had been told by a friend that the Abbey was just "a bunch of walls in a park and wasn't worth bothering with". How wrong that friend had been. The remaining grand arches whispered of a glorious past in which a church of incredible size and stature rang out with hymns and prayers that echoed down through the centuries. It was breathtaking. A dozen white doves heard a sound and in one body fluttered up from their roosts in an arch and then as one settled back again.

Once again magic was in the air. That evening there was to be a concert by the classical violinist Nigel Kennedy and as we silently absorbed the history of this haunting site, classical strings wafted toward us on the breeze as the night's popular headliner warmed up and tested his acoustics. I needed to move through this site alone and I noticed that all of us had chosen to explore the ruins quietly in solitude. The Abbey seemed to ask that of us. There were so many historical moments to ponder as I came upon the gravesite of Arthur and Guinevere, the small remaining chapels that still invoked a mood of contemplation, the grandeur and femininity of the Mary or lady chapel, and the great mirror of the Abbey kitchen.

I was overwhelmed by the incredible ignorance and caprice that had allowed such a monument to human endeavour and worship to be laid waste in such a manner. However, even though Henry VIII and his men had forced the abandonment of the site many centuries ago, it still held powerful energies that could be felt by any sensitive Human Being. Hints of forgotten magic rang silently through the magnificent stone archways and refused to die. It was one of the most compelling sites I have ever visited.

As a few clouds began to threaten rain, we climbed aboard a bus for Glastonbury Tor. It wound around the narrow streets making a spiral path up a steep incline. When it stopped, we were only half way up. The rest had to be climbed. The Tor is steep when you climb the modern stepped pathway, but pilgrims in the past, walked in a labyrinthine spiral, circling the Tor as they ascended. It would have taken them much longer, but it would have been done as a meditative, spiritual exercise, and the length of time would not have mattered.

We, however, had to take a couple of stops to catch our breath on the way up. My friend and I were entertained throughout the last part of the climb by a beautiful rust coloured kestrel that hovered in mid air above the bushes on the Tor, looking for prey. Not only was this an achievement I had only ever seen a hummingbird accomplish, but the bird was a pleasure to behold as different colours flashed from its belly and wings.

Finally we made it to the top where St. Michael's Tower dominates the crest. The energy was similar to that of Stonehenge, as if the Tor were pulling one's energy into itself. The members of our party who normally feel invigorated by masculine energy, enjoyed their time on the Tor. Others, who are more inspired by feminine energies found the Tor almost uncomfortable.

I personally found it grounding, and I was enthralled with the view of the surrounding countryside that the Tor has to offer. Looking out over the wide vista, I could imagine the time when the Tor and the few surrounding hills, constituted islands in the sea marshes that came all the way to Glastonbury. I could sense the awe of someone on a boat as the Tor emerged in all its bare prominence from the mists. It was here that the novel The Mists of Avalon was set, and the events and characters sprang to life as I remembered the haunting tale.

As we descended the Tor, the muscles in our legs reminded us of just how steep it really was. At the bottom of the hill, we walked to Chalice Well.

What a contrast in energy. Chalice Well was to Glastonbury Tor as the Grange was to Wuthering Heights in the novel of the same name. Chalice Well garden was soft, gently sloping, enclosed, feminine and protected, inspiring meditation and contemplation, or a tryst with one's inner self. The Tor was hard, steep, exposed, masculine and omnipresent, inviting one to ground oneself but to look out at the world at the same time.

Chalice Well garden was warmly coloured by cultivated flowers, home to honeybees and butterflies. In the background the soft sound of cascading water soothed the soul as I breathed in the beauty and cherished the vibration that brought stillness to the very centre of my Being. As I sat quietly with the Well, admiring the beauty and the symbolism of the cover, I became aware of two women nearby silently working through a healing together. I moved on to sit with the falling water and allowing the sound to wash away any tension in my body left over from the steep descent of the Tor. Then I moved to the final pond where the iron red water from the well drops into a pool and then is re-routed back up to continue the cycle.

My friend slipped off her shoes and joined another women deep in concentration performing a healing ceremony in the water. I personally felt a strong compulsion to dip my crystal pendant in the water. Once I had done that, I sat and meditated soaking up the sun's rays and feeling very blessed to be there.

Glastonbury had been an energising experience. Here, in one magical place haunted by its history and legend, a person could partake of masculine, feminine and combined energies that reminded one of his/her vibrational relationship with the Earth and with the other members of the human race that have joined their frequencies with this locale and with each other. The town itself has become a centre for New Age activity in England. It supports more spiritual bookstores and magical artefacts shops than I would have thought possible. People are drawn to the energy of the area and then they choose to stay.

We visited for one magical day. When I return to England I will spend a little more time in this enchanted town. Of course, it is also the host town for the Crop Circle Symposium held every July and it is the perfect site for it. For even though it is a short drive from Wiltshire where the majority of crop circles occur, its vibration is such that the crop circle community of researchers feel very at home there.

So there it is. After two weeks of sleeping in crop circles and exploring the energies of Stonehenge, Avebury and Glastonbury it was time to go home. Since this trip had been a gift from the universe, I had spent my time going with the flow, trying to stay out of the way of the obvious opportunity for a quick education that I had been receiving. I will be forever grateful. I remembered so much about how to interact with energy and how to approach life with a sense of awe and curiosity. I had reconnected with my inner child. I left England, knowing that I had been granted an incredible gift that would stay with me for the rest of my life. it was magic.

June Mewhort has been teaching courses in spiritual philosophy in Canada for over twenty years and is author of The Spiritual Labyrinth: A Guide to the Myths, Symbol, Practices and Pitfalls of New Age Philosophy.

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