We went to Jessica Ferreira’s Sanctuary passing Grianan on the way. (The Grianan Sanctuary is closed down for the winter but both Ogilvie and Kathy felt healing vibrations coming from the house.)

At Jessica’s Sanctuary Kathy’s attention was drawn first to a table with a bowl in the form of a lotus on it, and a figure clothed in shimmering white appeared directly in front of it as if giving clearance for us to have a quiet time there. There was a circle of light over the lotus, and a sword pointing downwards. Ogilvie saw a purple ray coming to the lotus and the sword in blue.
Later from the top of Dun-I Ogilvie saw a shaft of flame coloured light descending upon Jessica’s house. There were weaker shafts over the Abbey and Grianan.

We were drawn to climb the mound in front of the Abbey which is the site of Columba’s original cell. Kathy and Ogilvie were aware of power coming from the ground, and flame-gold rays appearing from it. Kathy felt impelled to recount the story drawn from a stone from Iona last year in Littlehempston concerning the white dove and a monk-like figure clad in a shimmering brown habit.

“I saw in vision the white dove of Iona with a branch in its beak, it was circling the island seeking a place to rest. The only house that was open to it was Jessica’s, where it flew into her Sanctuary and settled down quite contented in a ring of gold light. It had difficulty in entering the Abbey.”

Kathy then became aware once more of the mound on which we sat and saw a figure of a monk in a colourless cloak which turned a vivid violet, then purple. The monk withdrew and on the ground appeared a large white rose lying flat. (Ogilvie then stood in the centre of the cell in the place indicated by the white rose.) Kathy continued:—

“I was aware of a tremendous build up out of the ground of purple and white rays. They shot up in the air, taking a half-open pink rose with them. When the rays joined up above, the pink rose opened out. The rays then became purple iridescent; with gold.

Suddenly I became aware of a sword hanging downwards pointing to my forehead. Half was shimmering gold and the other half iridescent purple, it seemed to come to rest with its point piercing the skin of my forehead.

Then I was aware of the figure of Christ in a robe of gold with a crown of thorns, a glorified figure of the man Jesus, not the Christ spirit, the risen Jesus. He infilled my being, causing my eyes to burn intensely with the golden light coming through him. I was also aware, more strongly than ever before, of my aura standing several feet above me. I saw a tall white cross standing in a blaze of purple fire coming from the ground.

The risen Jesus had a lamb and was bringing it slowly towards me and offering it to me. He said, ‘You need not take up this cross should you not wish’. I replied, ‘I accept, whatever it may be’. The Christ Spirit then spoke, saying ’Many times have I been to this most sacred spot in a veil of flesh.’

The white dove of Iona turned a very deep violet shade to purple and flew straight up the rays into the centre of tremendous brilliance. The white cross turned purple. The Christ Spirit then spoke through me:

‘At last the Sword of Truth has pierced the heart of Love on this My sacred mound as it should have done on that other (Cluny Hill). It is appropriate that here was chosen for that other is already recognised as being a point of Light and Truth and Love within My heart. Now has this also been added.

This is the spot, My children, and from this point shall it blossom and grow in deepest purity unsullied by the human touch of man. This day has it been implanted here to grow and shed its perfume unifying all hearts upon this isle.

The love is there already within their hearts but fear prevents its emergence from thence. The shadows of the human soul have cloaked the inner light which longs and pains and burns to burst free that all may live as one in perfect peace and unity.

The poor frail sheep – their trembling hearts, each one seeking the shepherd, their minds and hearts at war within themselves. Their hearts know but their minds will not admit that so much material history must be torn down and not rebuilt such as this Abbey. I am no longer there nor yet am I in the future, but here and now upon this hill beneath the dome of skies, the heavenly vaults, the only church I know where all are one. The trees and flowers are My acolytes, the grass My purest floor, the jewels within the hearts of those who know Me are My altar flowers.

The sun, the mystic heart of Him Who bounds the universe, whose other centres are the planets of your solar
system, to Him give we praise and thanks for our being.’ ”

The noise of a man labouring on the Abbey was heard loudly to interrupt.

“Why do you labour so with noise and sweat and wearisome toil? The temple is within, not made with bricks and clay but made in silence without the sound of hammers. Father, when will they learn? The little lambs in bleating for their desires are more sincere than they, who quarrel and delight in hurting one another. Father, give them Thy peace that they may open their hearts to Thee, then will Thy kingdom come.”

Peter then asked:-
“Is there another power point on Iona?”

A. “It is of lesser significance at this time than this one. There are many points, my son, some of these you have found. Each has a separate action for time to come, they each contain a flame of certain texture to be used in a certain design which will be revealed to you later when that time comes.”

There is another power point upon this isle apart from this upon which you sit. You will be led to it, yet there is nothing for you there but recognition of its being. Your work was here on this quite different ray. From here and the mound at Cluny Hill, and the other points of similar nature yet to be found, will go forth this purple ray suffused with gold which is for quite another purpose to those which you seek.

There are rays which work upon the inner man and others for the outer. Many are their purposes and dependent upon the quality of uplift reached by a group of souls now in this land, these are now being helped from outer sources within the system. In time to come their help will come direct from these released rays within this land, and not only this but with their help groups will be made stronger.

Those forces of your own from within your own planet are in return to help uplift the rest of your family, the solar system. For too long have you accepted outside help. Now comes the point where from deep within your being and that of your planet, help must go out, for each must play their part within the system.”

We were each led independently to the circle of stones near the centre of the island known as the Hermit’s Cell, where Columba used to retreat from the monastery for seclusion.
Kathy reported:
“Approaching this circle I felt elated with a dancing joyousness. Ogilvie and I entered the circle by the ‘doorway’, requesting to be allowed in. The three of us sat against the stones opposite this ‘doorway’. A great feeling of happiness and peace engulfed us.

There appeared a tall figure before us in the centre of the circle, cloaked and hooded, his penetrating eyes gazed down at us. The figure said, “So you have come”.

A purple flame came up out of the ground around the figure and then slowly diminished to violet jets only one inch above the ground, equally spaced and forming a circle around his feet. The power was so great that we had to move back as it was burning our feet. There were twelve jets, and as I watched they became small rosettes of purple flat on the grass. The figure disappeared, leaving a void in the centre as though something was missing which should have been there.

Then came a large white rose floating gently down from above which turned from palest pink through violet to deep purple. Its outer petals began turning up and in as if beckoning. We realized that this was a sign for Ogilvie to stand in the centre, which he did, first removing his shoes.

A burst of orange-gold iridescent flame shot up and completely enveloped Ogilvie to a few feet above his head, from above, a deep purple ray came down through him into  the ground and through the heart of this fire. This caused the uprush of fire to turn iridescent purple of a lighter colour than the ray, thus converting the elemental power in the point to a higher vibration, regenerating and combining the elemental powers with the higher powers via human mediation.”

Before going further with this story, Ogilvie must first tell of two recent experiences in Edinburgh.

Now to continue. Ogilvie was facing towards the Abbey from the centre of the circle and the ground sloped up in front of him. Lying in the ground he saw the hooded figure, which Kathy had taken to be a monk, and as he watched, the hood rolled back and began to disintegrate, and two horns appeared on the forehead. The figure of Pan appeared in the ground. This time he was smiling and it was conveyed that he and all his subjects, the elementals, were now going to help and be united. It is interesting that it was revealed to us here on this spot that Pan was helping us in this work because it was here that Columba endeavoured to unite the ancient nature worship of the Druids and their forerunners with the new Christianity. Ogilvie was told by Pan that this circle is being guarded by elemental spirits to keep the wrong type of person from entering. This would explain why so many people have great difficulty in finding this spot and why dogs often howl when taken there.

Kathy now takes up the story:
“On passing through the almost intangible edge of the forcefield, created by the power emanating from the ring of stones many yards around the spot, I heard a joyful burst of wild music suggesting immense controlled power and happy dancing elementals. This accompanied me to the Bishop’s House, where later Pan appeared to me in the sitting room where I was fortunately alone, no other guests being present. We had a brief, friendly exchange of conversation in which there was no fear, only a sense of unity in Christ between us.”

At this point we must digress and now bring in the story of how Kathy, Bruce, Anthony Brooke and I had been involved in a search for the chalice. The story can be started at the meeting at Roselaleham on 27th November 1965 called to inaugurate the Glastonbury Foundation to endeavour to establish a spiritual and healing centre at Glastonbury. Bruce was guided to attend this meeting all the way from Scotland and has since wondered as to the reason. He met Anthony Brooke and Louis Pasteur at their hotel in Exeter where the conversation centred around a chalice reputed to be the one from the Last Supper that was in the possession of a certain family near Aberystwyth.

After this Anthony became obsessed with the idea of tracing the whereabouts of the chalice cup, as he felt it has something to do with the fulfilment of a prophecy concerning Glastonbury. He therefore suggested that he and I set off in search of the “Holy Grail”, but we decided it would be useless for two such insensitive people to embark on such a search, as we wouldn’t know if it was the real thing if we did find it. We therefore looked round for a sensitive to accompany us, which was not difficult with such a gathering. We spotted Kathy and asked if she would come with us to Glastonbury, which she did rather in fear and trembling – the reason for this was discovered later.

Kathy now continues the story:
“For the past twelve years circumstances had moved me and my family about the West Country, and it seemed very coincidental to me that wherever we went there were traces of the Chalice and Joseph of Arimathea, felt vibrationally. The last occasion before meeting Peter and Anthony was when I was moved to seek work of John and Betty Shelly at the Old Manor, Littlehempston, and there in the Hall found similar traces, much stronger this time. So I went back in time and examined the spot and its past history.

At the Old Manor I met Father Andrew Glazewski, who had also spent time in searching for the Chalice. He and I joined forces with a few others and over the next few months went around various places and coves in Devon, Cornwall and Somerset.

Then circumstances again decreed that we move and find work with a dear friend of Andrew’s about twelve miles from Glastonbury, whose home was also on a similar site. This time the vibrations were very much stronger. It was while working in peace and bliss at this house that I met the two human tornadoes during a visit to Roselaleham. Peter and Anthony.”

To continue our story, Bruce was to have come with us in the car to Glastonbury but he decided that he hadn’t time as he was visiting a patient. On arrival at Glastonbury we went straight to see Ronald Heaver at Castle House, to find that Bruce was there before us. He felt that he should give Anthony some information about the cup near Aberystwyth. On telling the story up to date to Ronald Heaver, I, Peter, gathered from the look in his eye that we were of course wasting our time, but nevertheless we felt impelled to continue.

I knew of the tradition that the Cup was buried beneath the altar in St. Patrick’s Chapel; Anthony and I therefore whisked Kathy off to St. Patrick’s Chapel without telling her anything. She saw a chalice there but it was then cloaked with a veil. We gathered from this that the time was not ripe for us to find what we were seeking.

Nevertheless Anthony and I set off, leaving Kathy in Glastonbury, only to find our way was blocked by snowdrifts and we ended up at Attingham Park where it was intended all along that we should spend the night. When we came to this dead end, little did we know that all of us would meet again to be led to where the real Chalice had been safeguarded.”
End of Digression.

(Peter.) I had known that there was a power point in Edinburgh and thought it was St. Margaret’s Chapel. Ogilvie found he was able to confirm this by laying out a map of Edinburgh and moving his hand across it. He felt a sharp jab in his finger over St. Margaret’s Chapel.

After two hours’ sleep we got up early and visited this Chapel before it was open to the public. As we stood on the doorstep of the Chapel Kathy saw a figure coming up the steps dressed in French mediaeval costume – she couldn’t identify the period, The figure stood in front of Kathy, she then saw that the features were those of St. Germain, and then it seemed as if they changed into those of Ogilvie; this was done several times. The following message was given to Kathy:
“It is the radiations which go out from here which keep the city in a state of peace and harmony.

My brothers, here once again has blossomed the white rose or symbolic heart of the most sacred Order (Rosicrucian) for which you work and of which you are members. This spot is destined to become a city where such as you may live by reason of the power centre here. The music of this city – its heartbeat has a purity above all others which will be felt to beat throughout the world”.

The white rose then appeared on the steps at the entrance of the Chapel and became suffused with pale pink to violet to deeper violet. Ogilvie stood on this spot. The heart of the rose opened up and rays of flame-gold and purple shot up spreading out like an umbrella over the whole city.

Then Kathy felt to be high in the air looking down on the city and saw a brilliant diamond in the centre of the Rosicrucian symbol – a ring worn on the hand of the figure in front of Ogilvie – flashes of purple were seen to come from it. St. Germain then spoke to Ogilvie (through Kathy):-
“The Master of the city in whose hands lies its fate. See you keep it pure, for it is important to the Plan. I go with you, my three brothers, so I do not say farewell; peace go with you all.”

On leaving Edinburgh I was prompted to take the A 702 road south. While travelling along this road I noticed it passed a strange hill, it looked like a man-made hill, perfectly round and about 200’ high. I asked Kathy and Ogilvie if they felt any power coming from it, and they did. We stopped the car and climbed to the summit.

St. Germain spoke:
“This is a home of the sacred flame”.
When the white rose appeared on the ground, Ogilvie stood upon the spot and Kathy saw an orange-gold flame surround him. The points of the flame appeared like two hands protecting him. Then a column of violet deepening to purple appeared.
She was aware that this was again a different type of force here.

Kathy then saw the centre petals of the white rose lying flat in the form of a trefoil. This links with the trefoil that was shown to Eileen before we left Findhorn, we did not then understand its meaning.

Then St. Germain said:
“Another heart centre of the white rose. You see how easy it is when you give yourselves completely to me, for you three are one in me. Go on and things will become even more wonderful and satisfying to that inner hunger you all have known. I am with you.”

P. The words “three in one in me” hit me with a bang, for it dawned upon me that my search which has continued over a period of thirty years as to the identity of the three masters who had appeared in the history of the Rosicrucian Order down the ages and who were to appear again at this time of crisis in this world’s affairs was ended. Kathy had for a long time been given in various forms the fact that actors came upon the stage of life again, then would be the time of the beginning of the end of this age.

Recently St Germain had been contacting me frequently through as many as eight different channels. Eileen had been given a vision of him putting his cloak around my shoulders and his aura becoming one with mine. Since November whenever I met Ogilvie St. Germain made his presence known. During the past few months several promises have been given to Kathy that she and I would meet St. Germain and this was promised on our last journey. When she met Ogilvie for the first time,
she was aware that his and St. Germain’s vibrations were the same and St. Germain appeared to speak through him to her.
This had all been very puzzling and now at last, light dawned. I asked St. Germain through Kathy if my search was ended and whether I could tell Ogilvie. The answer came out with force that it was so and that I was to tell Ogilvie.

The main purpose of our visit to Jessica Ferreira was in connection with W………. S………, and before going further we must first tell his story. On my last visit south Jessica gave me some manuscripts and correspondence of W…….., explaining that he was living in one room in Brighton, making it very difficult for him to continue with his researches. His manuscripts were quite remarkable and were the results of his investigations into various power points of the British Isles, particularly Iona and Glastonbury, He had also written of his delightful experiences with the little people.

I was impelled to offer to help. After I had collected Kathy to bring her up to Findhorn, I gave these papers to her to hold and the vibrations nearly shot her through the roof of the car. St. Germain came through and said it was imperative that we went straight to Brighton. Our plans were changed and we visited W…. and V….. S…. in Brighton.

He gives the impression of being a simple country yokel and has been for many years a hermit in Norfolk. He yearns to return to the country where he can continue his researches but is held in Brighton by fears, doubts and lack of faith.

I tried to find out the purpose of our visit but all Kathy could get was that this was a “rescue operation”. We left knowing that the way would open up. The next day we were led, together with Eileen Keck, to visit various points in the South of England such as Stonehenge, Old Sarum and Avebury, and it came to us that W….. had work to do in connection with these power points. His researches have already taken him back to the dawn of life upon this planet when these power points were greatly used. Jessica was doing her best to help them and had offered to enable them to have a few days holiday in Glastonbury and one of the objects of our journey was to collect them from Brighton and take them to Glastonbury.

A happy time was spent in Jessica’s home, where plans for the S…..’s were discussed. After the holiday in Glaston, it was proposed that they should spend a few weeks in Devon in the caravan belonging to Liesje which was about to be vacated by Kathy. Here he could continue his investigations and receive further help before coming up to Findhorn to live.

On arrival at St. Annes we had a joyous time with Liebie recounting the story of our journey so far. Liebie, as usual, was several jumps ahead of us and already knew some of what had been revealed to us and more. Mollie Thompson then joined Kathleen Fleming, Joan Hartnell-Beavis and the three of us for dinner, when we all caught up with the news.

Once more we set out for Brighton, calling first at the Red House where we had a happy lunch with Iris Ratsey and Ellie Beevers.

Before leaving we were told how to find the centre of light on Avebury, which was situated on the Pilgrim’s Way overlooking the stone circles.

After the Red House we visited Shornhill. On a recent visit south I had been guided to call on Patricia and John Steele and their three daughters. Their delightful and unusual home is in an isolated spot high up in the Cotswolds. I had taken Kathy there on the way up to Findhorn, when the family was unfortunately out. Kathy felt very powerful vibrations and it was revealed to her that a secret community had long ago lived there.

This time the family were at home and Ogilvie and Kathy were drawn to the top of some circular steps outside one of the rooms. The centre of power was found to be in the room, and the power was felt to be violent and untamed.

Kathy sat on this power spot and saw a figure wrapped in a blue/white hooded cloak down to the feet which glowed with blue luminosity and emitting white rays. She saw in front of her a group of three flowers, one a lotus, one a rose and one with gold waxen petals rather like a tulip. She felt the power burning it was so tremendous.

Then she saw the Rosicrucian emblem with no red roses, but one white Rose at its feet; it was giving off white and blue radiations.

Kathy was then aware of a vast white figure standing and gazing down upon her, who said;
“I am the spirit of this place. The nature forces are gathered here for a purpose. I am in charge of them at this spot to see that they wreak no evil to desecrate this place. Since you’re here you may now recreate this power, (reconvert it,) and use it for good in the world. At present it is violent, untamed and liable to be used indescriminately by those who come here and know of its existence. Those who come with the key can use it for good. For many millions of years this power has been here, it needs one to control and channel it. This one, (indicating Ogilvie,) is among you and on this spot shall this work be done.

This is not a place of cosmic power but it has its uses in other directions. It will be available to all who come here for rest and re-creation. The power will be more assimilable in its new form for the new earth bodies now coming into manifestation.”

Kathy then went back in time and saw that this place was once a church and where she sat was the altar. Going farther back in time she saw a little round wattle hut and knew this point was its centre, marked by a rough stone also used as an altar. Next she saw a circle of trees and Druids. The trees altered and seemed to be hung with grapes and all the accoutrements of Bacchanalia.

Kathy became aware of a tremendous stream of force and went back to a time when the white stream of force burned black, this disturbed her. Still further back in time, she saw a dark night, the stars, the moon and people waiting, a bowl of fire on the stone. Seven people lit a light from the bowl and walked round in the form of a ceremony; they believed that by performing this ceremony they caused the sun to rise.

The white rose turned purple and then appeared in front of her. This was the signal for Ogilvie to stand on the power spot, which he did. It appeared that a great battle was taking place. Kathy saw Ogilvie through a sheaf of gold like petals of a giant golden tulip. Violet light came down in the centre of the golden tulip, coming out of it in waves.

After tea we left Shornhill for Brighton, only to be stopped a few miles on by another puncture. This held us up for nearly two hours, but we were assured that all was well, though this was difficult to understand at the time.

It was nearly midnight before we reached the Tor Down Guest House, too late to call on Ronald Heaver at the Avalon Sanctuary. Here we endeavoured to try and find out the reason for our delays in reaching Brighton and the course of events during the day. Kathy could get nothing until I asked her for a ‘yes or no’ answer from St. Germain on a certain point, whereupon the following message from St. Germain was given:

“You have done today exactly as you were meant to. We are sorry to have caused you inconvenience.

The reason you have been so confused on this journey is your lack of realization that it has had two purposes and possibly even three purposes instead of your usual one straight directive. You were given to understand, at the commencement of this strange tour, that not only was it a communal work for the three of you but individual work for you each separately. With two of you this individual task has been faced up to and almost accomplished, but in one of you this task has only just begun.

This then is the cause of your bewilderment, that had your usual plan of breakneck speed been carried through, it would have made impossible the very necessary tasks of the others. Each has their own individual development and this development is of vital importance, for without it the necessary vibrational rate cannot be achieved in either, thereby making them almost useless for the task which lies ahead. It is this which is to them of the most extreme importance and times of quiet, times of withdrawal, have been coincided with these many misfortunes of yours, which were, incidentally, a testing of you all in faith and in patience but were also for another purpose to you (Peter) alone.

It is vitally important for the second half of your journey that the maximum vibrational rate be built up before this second part; otherwise it is more than likely that the second half will fail and other means would have to be found to make up the lacking rate of vibration, which would take longer and would necessitate your returning to recover the last half of this journey. As has been stated, you will go to Brighton alone tomorrow and it must be left to this man’s (W…..) own free will whether he returns with you or not, and as our brother here has said, if it is right then he will come and you will all meet here.

It would be unfair to expect correct readings from these two were they to combat this man’s radiations in so confined a space, and as has been stated, this could well be dangerous now.

Now you will retire to prepare for the meeting with the guardian of this holy place in the morning. It is a place of holy fire though different from that other. Nevertheless it must be converted now to include the twin rays now coming to your earth through you as channels, blenders of these twin rays. Then after a while perhaps the work of Glaston can begin, though much of this is yet dependant upon the free will choice of others, Much hangs in the balance here.

You, my child, felt the sorrow at your approach and wondered at its source. It is here at the very heart, in the very heartbeat of this centre, waiting, dependant on the puny wills of men, waiting patiently for its conversion, upliftment, transmutation, initiation, its glorification. And so there is sadness with this great heart of which you, my child, were aware.

Send out your love to the giant who is the spirit of Glaston, that he may awaken fully and push aside as totally irrelevant these little edifices of men, those who seek only the power it would afford them here.

It has been said on a similar power point to this, on that sacred isle which you have just come from, that the sky is roof to this temple, the trees and flowers its acolytes, the soft green grass its paved floor and the lights of its altar are the jewels in the hearts of those who come here. Its altar is a heart, the heart of a great cosmic being who waits patiently for the thorn at present piercing this to be removed. When this is done, then can the true altar come to life and be used for the salvation of this world.

That is enough for this night. I trust you will remain only long enough to check writings now, for confirmation is easiest to obtain at this point. Peace be with you.”

At the end of this message there was enacted through Kathy the ritual with a cup of tea full to the brim, from which not a drop was spilled much to Ogilvie’s and my relief.

We got up very early, after two or three hours sleep, so that I could make an early start for Brighton! But first we crept out of the house to go to the Chalice Well. The power point was located on the spot which Eileen had seen in a vision about twenty yards above the Well in the orchard and where T.P. wrote his book “A Man Seen Afar”.

When the white rose appeared to Kathy, Ogilvie stood on that spot. Kathy saw a soft golden glow coming from the ground and enveloping him. The violet ray came down through Ogilvie and turned to a paler magenta than the one at Attingham. Then the violet and the gold fused into pale magenta. She was aware of a sudden influx of power into the ground throughout the whole area.

Kathy then became aware of the guardian of Glastonbury, St. Michael, who spoke the words “The eagle shall lie down with the lion on this spot”. Kathy then saw St. Michael with his sword pointing downward. It split the Tor and revealed a shimmering gold temple. On it stood the risen figure of the Christ. The figure disappeared and was replaced by a ring of luminous deep magenta colour which came down and suffused the Tor. On top she saw a white rose which changed to a lotus. This remained pure white on the Tor. The magenta colour flowed down from the Tor over the town, and to everyone it touched it brought a spring of light varying in colour according to the individual, but from only three individuals came a tremendous sheer gold light.

After breakfast, just as I was about to leave for Brighton, Ogilvie said he felt impelled to go to the top of the Tor, and Kathy and I of course felt we must join him despite the pouring rain and our sodden clothes. We struggled to the top. Kathy reports:
“Arriving in the tower, we stood inside against its back wall. I soaked up the wonderful vibrations there and became at one with its timeless peace. As always I saw St. George standing in the centre of the tower but this time he was in full armour.

A golden radiance began to come up from the floor to surround him and soon came the white rose turning to violet and purple, and the signal for Ogilvie to take up his position on the spot. As he did so, St. George faded, then I saw Ogilvie and St. George each superimposing alternately over and becoming each other; this happened several times.

Then came the magenta ray arching over as if from some other point and descending down through Ogilvie, his own purple aura, into the heart of the golden radiance, and on down into the ground, causing the upflow to turn to iridescent magenta and billow out in gentle clouds ever expanding over the Tor, the town and surrounding countryside.

In the open doorway opposite appeared the cross of Iona with a cameo scene of Iona behind it. To the left appeared Cluny Hill blazing in a shimmer of purple shot with golden iridescence, to our right came a cameo scene of Findhorn, and behind us a similar scene of Attingham (house).

As if on the spot we were standing on and including Peter and I, in came St. Anne’s and strong impressions of the presence of Liebie. One by one other centres appeared and filled the gaps between the first four until it was as though the tower walls were ringed by a continuous picture strip Of living centres in Britain, and outside these pictures yet still within the walls there appeared four Archangelic Beings on the spots marked by Iona, Cluny Hill, Findhorn and Attingham. Vast Beings, they reached to almost the top of the tower and stood slightly bowed in an attitude of prayer so that their heads almost touched, making a temple around the whole scene below.
Pan then appeared behind Ogilvie but outside the ring made by angelic beings, though his followers, made up of gaily coloured little folk, and representatives from all, elemental life waves under him, danced sang and made beautiful music as they played ring-a-ring-of-roses, and wove in and out between Archangels and scenes, to gather around Ogilvie/St. George’s feet before like a wave they danced outwards again, expanding over the Tor while another wave took their place. This ‘routine’ went on in a continuous flow and I was entranced to speechlessness at the sheer beauty of this whole scene.

It then faded in continuing billows of iridescent magenta clouds and another scene took its place. A vast figure of Buddha reaching in height to over halfway up the tower faced us and filled the centre of the floor. From right to left came a constant stream of representatives of all world religions to pause and make obeisance before Him. Many of these, and their actions, were portrayed through my own body, and deep was my reverence and awe.

From the heart centre of Buddha there appeared a living crucified figure crowned with thorns and in great agony; the face was dark with pain and the head moved slightly now and then. Three times this cross with its agonized form emerged from the chest of Buddha and slowly receded back into Him. This scene faded and left only a shimmering golden cross hovering in the air above the centre point.”

Now Ogilvie reports:
“In the tower on the Tor I saw a golden chalice floating over the country and a shaft of silver light coming right through it into the ground. Then the chalice changed shape and turned into a magenta cross, which turned silver. Then it rapidly approached right up to the arching of the door, growing in size as it came nearer. Then a radiant silver figure of the risen Christ appeared between the railings and the doorway (silver also at Cluny Hill).

As Kathy described the representatives of the different religions, I saw processions of people coming from every direction towards the door, making a many-armed cross.”

After returning from the Tor I intended leaving Kathy and Ogilvie with Ronald Heaver at the Avalon Sanctuary at Castle House and then set out for Brighton, hoping that either Pat or Meg Hall, who were looking after A.R.H. while Polly Wood was away, would be able to return them to Glastonbury. As the Halls were new to spiritual matters in the New Age, we wondered what we should tell them about our trip. We decided the best thing was to say that I was just returning Kathy home to Devon and Ogilvie had come for the ride and have a holiday!

We brought A.R.H. up to date with our news and travels, and while glancing through my mail, which had been sent there, I noticed in a letter from John Shelly that they did not expect Kathy back until after Whitsun. This bit of news I passed on to Kathy, and she explained that she had been half expecting this. At that moment St. Germain came through and said it was imperative that she returned with Ogilvie and me to Findhorn. At that we all roared with laughter, and this confirmed the Hall’s worst suspicions that we were all completely mad.

We then learned that the Hall’s car had got the same complaint as ours and was immobilised by a torn tyre, with the result my setting out for Brighton was again delayed as I had to stay and take Ogilvie and Kathy hack to Glastonbury.

Kathy reports:
“A.R.H. asked if Ogilvie and I would like to go into the Sanctuary, which was just what we’d been waiting for. A.R.H. gave me his gold engraved zodiac disc and its box lined with purple velvet to represent him and asked that it be put on the altar in place of a White Stone from King Solomon’s Mines in Jerusalem for me which had been put there to await my arrival.

Entering the Sanctuary, barefooted, silent and in a very uplifted state Ogilvie and I stood for a while in deep reverence, becoming at one with the peace and holiness of the place. Then I felt drawn to stand in the centre facing A.R.H’s chair and I knew him to be there in the etheric body.

Later I rejoined Ogilvie and looking towards the centre I saw the blue plume of light appear and down through it floated the large white rose, signal for Ogilvie who at the same instant felt drawn to stand in the centre. He did, and down through him came the Magenta ray deep into the ground and up again, causing the blue plume to shade through, violet shot with silver and gold to a vivid iridescent magenta shot with all colours. It gave off a most beautiful mother-of-pearl mist and I was drawn for the first time to join Ogilvie in the centre where he stood facing the altar.

I stood close to him, a little behind his left side, and was aware of being enveloped with him in the mother-of- pearl mist and also the power of the iridescent magenta ray permeating our bodies.

When we returned to Peter and A.R.H. in the sitting room, the whole room was flooded by the power of A.R.H’s love out toward Ogilvie and me, which was equally returned by us to him.

After further talk and a most enjoyable lunch, we prepared to leave as Peter was still intent on getting to Brighton. We returned to the guest house in Glaston and Peter eventually took off alone at about 5.0.p.m.

Ogilvie and I made ready to go out on a mission given him by Peter and A.R.H., to drop a White Stone into the Chalice Well at Little St. Michael. This stone is from the same quarry as the stone for the building of the temple of King Solomon at Jerusalem. The stone gives off remarkable powers and similar stones have been placed in centres of Light and Magnetic Centres all over the world, linking them with each other and the Avalon Sanctuary.

I leave Ogilvie to tell this part of the story, though it was during this episode that I first became aware of the tremendous power of this man with whom I seemed so closely linked, and quite frankly it frightened me (my lower self) for a while.”

Ogilvie:
“When we went to the Well on Sunday in the late afternoon, very heavy rain came on, and Kathy and I took shelter in an open-fronted garage nearly opposite the Tor School. There was a grassy slope with trees on it opposite the garage, and we both felt that the rain was trying to prevent us getting to the Well.

I gradually became aware of unpleasant dark shapes appearing on the slope, and a peculiar looking robot-figure appeared in one of the trees. I felt a battle was taking place and was aware of a tremendous power using me, and had the feeling that Michael was present. I had a most exhilarating feeling about the fight and it seemed that I was projecting a purple ray onto the slope, moving it about like a searchlight beam.

Shortly after that the rain stopped and we went up to the Chalice Well and I dropped the White Stone through the hole in the glass and heard it plop into the water. At that moment we both felt a sense of relief as if some weight had been removed. It started to rain again but we felt this time it was cleansing rain.”

Kathy takes up the story:
“We had dinner at the guest house and the rest of the evening Ogilvie and I spent disinterestedly watching T.V. with two other guests in the sitting room while I, inwardly, was going downhill, overburdened by the general negative state of Glaston and my own personal problems, being only 70 miles from home and not allowed to even visit there. Most of the evening I spent making plans to escape the present situation and return home before Peter got back from Brighton the next day. About 11.30 Ogilvie and I said goodnight and departed to our rooms, where I suffered a further decline and cried before going to sleep.

“We visited St. Joseph’s Well next morning. We both sensed low, rather unpleasant vibrations. I saw a spring bubbling out of the ground and a tree. After that I saw a golden chalice which turned violet and then purple, and was shimmering constantly in the heart of a white rose.

Ogilvie then stood with his back against the glass protecting the well and I saw gold rays with violet and white, then a pale blue ray which turned violet and seemed to come down on a cone of light. This chalice was the square shape. The purple spread and turned white, and then gold, and Ogilvie, disappeared in a tremendous aura. I saw a triangle, white, gold and then purple, and it turned into a circle. The circle spread out and finally the purple turned magenta. During this time Ogilvie was trying to pull the vibrations up to the higher centres and this turning of the triangle into a circle suggests the rising of the vibrations, transmuting them to the heightened Christian level.

Before telling the next part of the story, I should mention that two spiritualist friends whom Peter and I met for the first time at Glastonbury on New Years Eve, had been prompted to visit Glastonbury from Bexhill the very same days that we were at Glastonbury instead of at Brighton as expected. They showed a remarkable interest in an ecclesiastical being I had with me with a peculiar hat. At this time I had forgotten the one that had accompanied us at Iona and Strathmiglo.

“After leaving St. Joseph’s Well, we went up to the ruins. We were both drawn to a railed-off portion of the Abbey floor, me by being hauled along by an invisible hand, Ogilvie apparently more gently. We found ourselves standing one on either side of this place and I felt drawn to step over the chains into the centre but didn’t. I called to Ogilvie asking what this spot was as the notice faced him. It was the High Altar. Being unsure whether it was this or Ogilvie that pulled me, I went round to join him and found the pull to the centre the same.

I became aware of officiating at High Mass on a beautifully decorated altar all lit by candles. I then got stabs of pain in the ribs below the heart and seemed to fall on the altar steps and there died. Ogilvie dragged me away and I was in a daze trying to remember and figure it all out.

Then again I felt a hand take me by the arm and almost run me across the grass and sit me down on a seat on a bench under a tree, where I was left to do my puzzling. Ogilvie followed and sat down beside me on the bench. I was struggling trying to bring through a name. The name would not come but what did was the memory of a film that Liesje had begged me to see last year. I described the film and it was then that Ogilvie told me that he had at the High Altar been given the name Becket. He recognized that I was describing the film as he too had seen it. Deciding to shelve it for the time being, we left the bench and went and stood by the hawthorn tree, both knowing full well that we wanted to go to St. Patrick’s Chapel, which we eventually did.

“In the Chapel I was aware of Ogilvie watching me rather strangely but I was too dazed and puzzled to think anything of it then. As we entered Ogilvie made me keep by his side. So we stood at the back, and there on the steps of another High Altar, in the place of St. Patrick’s altar, was this same gold-brocaded coped figure whom I then recognised as Becket. On recounting the scene to Ogilvie, it went as follows.

First he raised both hands in blessing of us, then joined them in prayer before him, then slowly swung both hands down and out, palms facing and included Ogilvie and me together in this gesture.

He then paced slowly down the Chapel towards us and came into (overshadowed) me, whereupon I enacted many scenes from his life ending with the celebration of Mass at the High Altar. To my surprise, there came into it familiar actions whilst holding a chalice. I have been made to do this with cups of tea, glasses of water and what-have-you at the end of many a meditation session at home, and always after have suffered pain below the heart and wondered why. Now in St. Patrick’s Chapel as Becket I did this on the High Altar, offering the chalice high to God, then bowing low over it as it was brought down to heart level and saying “The love of my heart, the words of my mouth” as it was brought up and kissed, and “The thoughts of my mind” as it was touched to the brow and then offered up joyously again to God. I felt so happy at this recognition, and then remembered the ensuing pain always felt after this.

At this point Ogilvie grabbed me just as the first blow fell and tried to get me outside, but I clung to him in pain and sobs for a second, gasping out that I must see it through. About three more blows followed on, and they were dealt with a broad-bladed sword and were agonising. But it lasted only minutes, for after this I watched the scene outside myself though feeling the sensations of dying, until I saw a golden mist rise up out of the body lying on the High Altar steps.

We heard footsteps approaching outside the Chapel and had to pull ourselves together, for Ogilvie was very distressed as well. As for me, I was shattered at this implication. In a daze we made for the town with thoughts of a coffee and a quiet sit down, and so went along in silence, each busy with our thoughts.

Later Ogilvie quietly asked me what I made of it all and whether I thought this meant I had been Becket, but I said right away that it had been us both in one body. He had known at what point to try and drag me away, for he too knew what was to come. We have since then, in our inner closeness, been aware of sharing in the mind and personality and spirit of Becket, and it gives a wonderful sense of completeness, humility and dedication to the highest source we know. It is a wonderfully centred feeling of great inner peace and a joyous sharing and soaring of spirit, and we look at each other in knowingness of this and smile. Since I on the human level am a chatterer, Ogilvie has decided that he is to be Bec and I am Ket, the cat which has to be put out at times of annoyance.

After this experience we had lunch and meandered back to the guest house to wait for Peter. In the midst of my depression of the last evening, which had persisted to the morning, I had a sudden clear mental picture of Peter, face beaming like a rising sun, and seconds later the telephone rang and I was called, to find Peter brimming over with joy and good news and strength and uplift, which poured over the line and seeped into my whole being, lifting me clean out of the doldrums. It would seem that the general negative atmosphere of Glastonbury had been partially responsible for dragging me down because it had also affected Ogilvie with such thoughts as ‘I wonder what we are going to do if Peter doesn’t return’. He realized how ridiculous this was and the cause of such negative thoughts, and combatted them.

At the guest house we waited very impatiently until Peter’s return. At last we were complete again! Peter’s being away had brought home the vital necessity for operating as a triangle. We had been like a three-legged stool with one leg missing.
Over a cup of tea Peter then told us his story of his visit to Brighton.”

With considerable misgivings I had sent a telegram to W……. S……. from Attingham on Saturday to say we were delayed and that I would arrive on the Sunday morning, and it was in fact 10.0p.m. on Sunday night that I finally arrived. I need not have worried because W…….. had decided, owing to the death of a friend, that they could not in any case come to Glastonbury.

We discussed plans for them to leave Brighton towards the end of June and move to Devon with Kathy and Liesje to enable W… to do further research in that area before coming north.

On my way to Brighton the previous day, I had passed this hill and felt strongly that it was a power point. It had been mentioned several times in the recent strange happenings in connection with Flying Saucers at Warminster. When we arrived in the vicinity, both Kathy and Ogilvie confirmed that this was so.

The power point, which was a very powerful cosmic one was found about three quarters of the way up on the southern slope. Kathy was aware of a clear yellow and white radiance around the area. Then she saw coming out of the ground a rod with a ball on top which beamed out four rays around like a radar set. She could see this action as one attached itself to her and as she moved, the other three moved similarly. It was later revealed that this rod was the symbol of Ogilvie.

A shaft of white light like a sword came down through Ogilvie, then the white shaded to purple and magenta. The yellow radiance became shot with magenta, vividly alive purple and magenta. A golden shaft came up from the ground and Ogilvie became a living flame of magenta.

This flame soared up above him and began to arc out, growing until it was like an umbrella covering the ground as far as Kathy could see. Two hands appeared and it seemed as though this power point was linked with Attingham Park, the Avalon Sanctuary, the Tor and the Chalice Well, i.e. the other centres where the Magenta ray had been anchored.
Finally three roses were shown, white, red and magenta.

After Cley Hill we continued in a straight line to Stonehenge. The cosmic power point was found to be in the exact centre of the stone circle, and whilst the ray was being anchored, Ogilvie was turned to face four different directions.

We arrived at Old Sarum to find that the bridge across the deep moat was being repaired and we were not allowed to cross. Whilst I was considering how we could get over the fence, Ogilvie said that he had been told that this point was to be left alone for the time being as it had been used by the dark forces.

How came I here and have I lived before?
The vexed question now and as of yore.
And man shall ever ask it ’till he knows
Within himself the Universe e’er grows;
He shall be subject to a mortal state
Until he doth rise high above his fate.

Fate, Time, the Universe are linked in One
And known as such when Spiritual Life is won;
Tis then the Past and Future all embraced
Are seen in Present truly interlaced.
The same life pulsing through my frame as now
E’er was, o’er shall be, it is now.

My individual life has taken form
From age to age to let the soul reform;
And in myself the mirror of the age
Reflects myself – unknowing fool, or sage.
I am the I which knows all time and space
And live my life through every Human Race.

Past, Present, Future are a Trinity
Therefore, within myself I clearly see,
The many forms through which my life has passed
In overtaking self I have surpassed;
When Vaishvatvata in Atlantis ruled
There in the lore of Stars I was well schooled.

With Ancient Hindu Sages have I sat
And learned to tone a Mantram unto TAT:
The Buddha’s discourses gave me delight
Beneath the Bo Tree in the starry night;
And in Old Egypt neath mysterious Moon
Through avenues of Sphinxes I did croon

With learned Priests Savants of Herme’s School
I studied much and ne’er did play the fool:
Which pleased me most, I let the knowledge pass
To School Crotona with Pythagoras;
Then came the greatest sight I e’er did see
When first I saw the Christ in Gallilee.

I looked up from the waters and He smiled
That radiant face no living soul beguiled.
And when the waters he dropped o’er my head
I wakened to new life as from the dead;
Twas from that hour my soul and spirit met.
That mighty power and love is with me yet.

On, on through time my life and memory sped
My soul expanding, with experience fed;
In Occidental countries I sojourned
To undertake a mission my soul burned;
And in the Thirteenth age I had to pause
In Allemaine to manifest the Cause.

That smiling face appeared before my gaze
Which changed to strange events and in a maze
I saw how unto some His life was loss
His order was, to found the ROSY CROSS.
That in its Conclaves men might find true Peace
And Wisdom, which would give their lives new lease.

In the Occident the Order soon took root.
Unknown at first then oft Great men would moot
About its wonderous Wisdom and its Power;
Withal, to men its teachings were a dower;
It stood the test of Mitre, Sword and Crown
There is no turbulent flood its soil can drown.

It soon encompassed every science and Art
Philosophy, it had the whole and part,
As well as Alchemy and Magic Law
For in its workings ne’er must be a flaw.
Its ranks have known the greatest men of time
Paracelsus, Boheme, Lully are a trine.

Like unto P.A.L. and C.R.C.
Who helped its birth from out the Unknown Sea;
The Order from its cradle to demise
Through two and twenty centuries must rise.
And at the hour of its Nativity
It claimed Nine Cycles of Activity.

Each Cycle means a Service for Mankind
To know the Cycle then the Symbol find.
Here is the test which proves a Brother true
For if he fails, the secrets he ne’er knew.
And he who would a Fratre true become
Divine Illumination must have won.

Then through his works the few may recognise
His greatness, though the many may despise.
And should an one deter him in his task
In ancient manner he will don a mask.
Tis only thus the Great Work can proceed
For every country must produce a seed.

Who in the Conclaves have desire to dwell
Must serve probation ever marking well
To keep the Peace, dispel from mind all strife.
And bind himself unto the Order’s life.
Its life is one grand Drama symbolised
In medieval plays and now well prized.

Send forth into the world through mouth of Clown
That even he might change Coxcomb for Crown;
And e’en today through Story and through Play
Reflected is the Rosicrucian Ray.
No Shekels bright can buy these teachings rare
But Pathway opens unto those who DARE.

To use the Magic WILL in all they DO
And yet be SILENT in what may accrue.
Respect this Order and its Brotherhood
For in the world its work is always good.
Take note the Fratres oft in symbols write
Unveil the symbols, then you find the Light.

I who have written this peculiar verse
Have sought to speak the truth in manner terse
And look more for your blessing than your curse.
The Order still remains with Aureole
And so it shall until its Mighty Soul
Has sped its day and reached exalted Goal.

Aureolis also wrote a play called Pythagorus in which can be found clues as to the next phase of Rosicrucian activity after a twenty-odd year period of pralaya. In the Prologue of the play are the following words:

This man (Pythagorus) of wisdom, justice, lenity,
Had set a seed which since has taken root
And grown, will yet outgrow all other trees
Of Life, religion and philosophy.
The world was steeped in evil when he came,
Yet through his dauntless courage he opposed
Cruel tyranny and bitter hatred in
The hearts and minds of people of his time.

. . . . . . . . .

Let the curtain rise and transport us back
To ancient Greece and Egypt, but recall
In mind this age is but a repetition of
Those that have gone before. We’ll live again. All hail, Pythagoras.

“Sufficient of the work was done on your previous visit here. It is a different quality Magenta ray which is more fully comprehensive in its abilities to help the masses here in the city below. No harm must come to them from the degree ordained for other places that need drastic cleansing. We do this work through you knowing full well the needs of every life wave within the area.

Long has it been so that one of us, one, or three in one, of our Order has come into life to act as a channel for the wisdom of the rest to pour through into the hearts and minds of men, and indeed all living things on your earth.

Do not think it is entirely dependent upon your efforts alone, but be, and in that being raise yourselves in heart and mind and spirit, allowing your bodies to be swept along willy-nilly so that through you may the Order be once again established on this earth.

Peace and joy go with you, my brothers.”

We returned to Strathmiglo and the power point in the garden was revisited, and Ogilvie stood on it. This time the Magenta ray was added to the other colours. He found that the power was much less violent, very strong but a controlled strength.

We then went into the house and into the dining room, the table was moved so that Kathy could stand in the centre of the room. She and Ogilvie both found that the power here too was more controlled. Kathy saw a chalice with silver for about 1/2″ from the top, then a design about 1″ deep of a grape motif in a dull flat mauvy colour; the rest of the cup was gold. Then she saw another cup appearing with straight sides in a dull silvery gold earth metal; coming from the top was a fine drift of violet vapour. It disappeared into a streak of golden light with an aura of violet and white mixed with gold and silver.

Kathy then saw the Host, gold shimmering metal, line the rays of the sun, the Ciborium, which is a golden decorated stand with gold metal worked like rays of the sun, in the centre of which is a double-sided glass section into which is placed the Host, the wafer. She then saw a gold cross on top of it with flames. This disappeared and the aura remained. Then a plain simple chalice was shown with a plain white cover and a white rose at the foot of the chalice.

A royal coat of arms appeared, the headpiece of armour with three feathers on top in red, blue and white, a shield with symbols in red and blue.

Kathy was aware of Thomas à Becket standing giving a blessing. In place of his gold cope he wore a simple white one but underneath the cope was a deep rich purple. He said:

“This a holy spot. The holy well used in ancient times in the long ago distant past before ever Christianity came to these shores. I strove to unify the forces loose and rampaging here then, but full unification of these was not then possible. This tour you do today have I also trod before you on just the task to relate these rays, these centres, to the need of humanity as required then. Now you have a different charge for the needs of humanity today, so it will go on, this holy spot, working secretly from its depths in the heart of Britain’s soil.”

After calling on some friends for lunch who were of different vibrations to those we have been mingling with but who were nevertheless highly sensitive, we stopped for some tea and to regain our equilibrium. Each of us had been feeling in a lethargic state, which we put down to the strain of the tour catching up with us and also to the thought of reaching home to relax. At this point St. Germain came through with the following:

“You are correct in your surmise that your vibrational rate is being increased to a new potency. It would have been wiser not to have been opened to these lesser vibrations, nevertheless it is all interesting experience so that you will recognise these same things in future and beware of them. Do not sit quiescent at such times but seek protection for yourselves. It will not offend those present in company who are sensitive, for your protection now will be beyond their sensibilities to detect.

It is good that you have this break before reaching your destination of work, for this is, as you have felt, the culmination of your whole journey. In the peace here you will regain your equilibrium and by the time you reach your next destination you will be in a proper state of receptiveness and attunement for what is to be required of you.

This is all but I am with you.”

We had felt that before arriving at Findhorn and relaxing we should visit the three cosmic centres of Pluscarden, Cluny Hill and Findhorn in that order and so complete our mission that day.

Ogilvie told us later that about ten miles from Pluscarden he became aware of feeling ill and drained. He was aware that the powers of darkness were attempting to prevent him from completing his mission and were attacking him on his weakest point, his heart. He felt that they were out to prevent him reaching Pluscarden alive. He was aware of bat-like creatures attacking the car and dim shapes all the way around. He was determined that nothing would prevent the completion of our mission and he called upon the Christ for help and surrounded the car with light and protection, and visualised a cross going before us.

He was aware of the presence of his inner guardians or helpers adding their forces to the fight. He was told to take out the White Stone from Jerusalem and to hold it in his hands.

I noticed that he was looking most peculiar and I put it down to the over-strain of the journey.

We reached Pluscarden and parked the car, but still had a couple of hundred yards to walk. He found every step an effort as though being stuck in a mire. It was only when he entered the Priory that all darkness left and he was in a blaze of light.

He first stood on the spot indicted by the white rose beneath the central tower, where the Magenta Ray was mingled with the gold and purple. He then stood on a spot in the centre of the further end of the building. There Kathy saw the Master from Jupiter approach him, and Ogilvie’s aura shot out in a tremendous blaze of gold. After this triumph there were no more attacks from the opposing forces.

At Pluscarden it seemed as though the influences were entirely Christian and not of the elemental world.

Kathy now takes up the story:
“After leaving Dalwhinnie I got a pain in my heart and Liebie came in urging me to draw life force from the sun to pour into Ogilvie. Three times she came urging this, and also to draw energies from the trees, from every available source we passed by, to flood into him. I had no awareness of anything he was going through and couldn’t understand all this urgencv and effort merely to combat natural tiredness, as we thought it was. A.R.H. also appeared at this time, which gave things an even graver importance.

I saw coming out of the sun a rose with blue and white petals with the magenta figure of the Jupiterian Master on it, coming down a beam and into the car. When we arrived at Pluscarden, he followed Ogilvie in and seemed to disappear into him. Ogilvie’s aura shot out all gold, so much so that when he moved it streamed out behind him.”

When walking through the woods, both Ogilvie and Kathy were aware of Pan and the nature spirits; their presence was very evident. On arriving at the top of the Mound at Cluny Hill, Ogilvie stood in the centre and Kathy first of all saw Ogilvie ringed with waves of magenta light coming from him in ever-expanding rings. Then it seemed as though the sun and the moon were in the sky at the same time, one on either side of him, golden radiances coming up from the ground, the magenta rays coming down suffusing him, straight down into the ground. There shot up straight in front of him, a deep violet ray. The gold was also suffused with magenta. Then there was a mixture of gold and violet rays coming out of the ground, then clouds of magenta. He was completely enveloped in this colour and it was still going off like an ever-expanding aura of magenta rings from him.

Kathy continues:
“To me he appears to be standing with arms upraised, one to the sun and one to the moon, and there is a star and the Egyptian Ankh symbol immediately above him. Pan is standing immediately behind him, towering above him, and around his feet are all little elemental spirits, little people and fauns and flashes of coloured light darting and dancing about. It is a most wonderful sight, it seems he is surrounded by all life forms.

He seems to be growing into a gigantic oak, then in its branches are all the little animals of fairyland and the deep violet shadings and magenta are surging through the trunk and out through all the branches in two beams, one going to Pluscarden and one to Findhorn, and there is one beam going straight up – magenta, silver and shimmering with gold.

Now the whole is flooded by a temple of gold light and it seems the figure of the Christ, all shimmering gold, stood in front of him. Pan is still behind him, It seems he is the link between the worlds beneath him and the worlds above him, and it seems to be tied up somehow with the sun and the moon on either side of him in the sky, and the star with the Egyptian ankh is still there. That alone is sending down one beam of shimmering white light straight into his head. The sun is shafting a beam of gold straight down, and the moon a shaft of silver, and they all meet and enter the head centre, mingling with this magenta. Now it seems he is surrounded by a flash of all colours, vivid blues and greens and yellows and rosy pinks.

Now up from the centre has come where he stands a rose on a stem which opened out as it came up and was of gold. As it opened, it suffused with magenta but it is giving out opalescent rays containing all colours. As it opens right out, it changes from a rose to a lotus and sinks down to the ground where he appears to be standing in the centre of it.

Then all at once came the symbols of Michael’s sword, the chalice, the crowned eagle, one above the other. The sword is blue and white, the chalice is gold amid a radiance of silver, and the eagle that was gold has turned magenta.

Just at that point Pan, from his position immediately behind Ogilvie, raised both his hands over Ogilvie’s shoulders. He swept them up and around till they were both over Ogilvie’s shoulders. First of all he said, ‘All this is under thy command. I and my followers obey thee. We work for the light and the redemption of all life upon this planet with you’. Then he disappeared into the ground in a shimmer of silvery- violet light shot with rose and green.

The rose on the ground turned from pale violet down to deep magenta, and above it all a deep magenta circle appeared and above that a wider golden circle, and above that a wider still silver circle almost like a triple crown above Ogilvie’s head. It is finished.

As a final symbol there appeared in place of Ogilvie a large shining gold cross, under the right arm of which was Buddha and under the left arm was a Chinese Eastern, religious figure, ancient, very wise, a wonderful being – rather like
Confucius which was the name that came to me.”

Ogilvie reports:
“I felt a tremendous power running through me coming up from the ground, and then later on coming down from the sky, and I had a feeling that some tremendous power, a great being, completely took me over and seemed to be functioning through me. I saw at one time rings of elemental spirits of all sorts dancing joyously around the Mound, and I was aware of the figure of Pan standing behind me and felt his hands on my shoulders at one time. Opposite me, behind Kathy, I saw a radiant figure of Christ, who seemed to raise His hands in blessing, and I felt this extra-ordinary bond that existed between the Christ figure and Pan.”

Kathy:
“Where I described the figure of Pan standing behind Ogilvie and then Christ appeared in front of him, I, too, was aware of this bond between the Christ and Pan, and it appeared that they raised their hands and joined them through Ogilvie.”

From Cluny Hill we came straight to Findhorn, and Kathy and Ogilvie were drawn towards the lawn beside Naomi’s caravan, where the power point was located.

Kathy:
“First of all I felt a warmth coming up from the ground, then as I watched an arrowhead of violet, with a distinct outline of either white or silvery white, appeared the whole surrounded by a fiery gold. It gave off heat. It seemed to stand about two or three feet from the ground. The centre part kept changing from a deep blue to a violet shade. Then a magenta rose appeared, it seemed to be on the top of the arrowhead and made it go back into the ground again. That was the signal for Ogilvie to stand upon this spot.

The arrowhead again came out of the ground to envelop Ogilvie; a shaft of the same colour, a deep saphire blue that changed to violet or purple blue. It then shot out a silvery radiance all around to a width of several feet from and above him. It is almost a larger replica of what was shown before.

Then the Magenta Ray came, but it seemed to be coming from three different directions at once, arching over and straight through Ogilvie, and above was the white dove of Iona. The dove seemed to fly down to the centre of the three arcs of magenta rays and came to rest on Ogilvie’s head. It faced towards his back at first and it turned around, first in one direction and then in another direction, changing colour from a deep violet to magenta.

The centre column of bluey-violet disappeared, the outer rays of light spread, they opened like a flower until they radiated from ground level, up in a continuous comb, and they became vivid magenta. There seemed to be a grouping of them back to Ogilvie into Naomi’s caravan, a row of these rays of magenta playing all along the side and through the caravan…”

In the evening we recounted part of the story of our journey and Eileen received the following message:
“My beloved child, when you are actually listening to the story of this amazing mission which those three have just been on, your consciousness is raised and you are with them and see everything so clearly. Step by step you see exactly what has been happening, then when you go away by yourself your consciousness is lowered and the whole thing becomes so fantastic and unreal that it becomes a thing of fantasy.

Be not distressed, My child, but try and keep your consciousness raised no matter what you are doing or where you are. Accept that these are indeed extraordinary days, that the things that are happening are truly amazing, nothing is ordinary or mundane, this is living in a new dimension and it needs effort to raise your consciousness and stay there.

Time and time again I have told you to be surprised at nothing but simply to go with what is happening and what is being revealed, that this is Reality, that this is the Truth. You may be bewildered at times, but why worry about it? A small child is very often bewildered at the things it sees in life but it never wastes time worrying about it; it just accepts it and moves on to the next thing, and gradually light dawns and it accepts what it has seen as naturally as breathing.

My child, you are moving into an entirely new life where everything is new. All the old must be left behind. You do not find this easy because some of the old is so deeply engrained it has become a form of security to you. Cast it all away, My child, for nothing of the old can be taken into the new and the sooner you accept this, the easier and the quicker will you move ahead, with nothing to bar the way.

At this time, My child, all brakes must be taken off; otherwise you will simply be left behind. So much is happening and happening so quickly, a whole life time can be lived in a very short space of time. What has taken life times in the past now is so speeded up it can happen in a matter of days, and that is exactly what is happening: everything is being telescoped. Accept it, for this is the way it must be. Resist nothing, go with it and accept all and let this glorious life open up before each one of you and become part of it.

My blessings are ever with you, My love and peace surround and infill you. Praise, honour and glorify Me, the Lord your God.”

After hearing about Pan and his realms, Dorothy wondered how that fitted in with her contact with the devas and the higher angelic beings that had been built up over the years. She was given the following from the one we know as the Landscape Angel, who is the deva who overlights this area including Cluny Hill and Pluscarden:

“Though we are delighted you come to us, you puzzle too much and would learn more if you left the puzzles and communed with us more. Yes, Pan has his domain as we have ours. There are no discrepancies, there is little overlapping but any relationship is of the happiest – how could it be otherwise? We are on a more formative force-field level; guardians are tireless with no need for revels yet our work is our play, our lightness our guarantee in this respect, our being.

You wonder why we do not appear in the myths of the world as do so very many beings. Because we do not deal with humans, our work is in other realms. Your myths are stories of how emerging mankind is affected by various influences which are part of his ongoing, part of the world in which he lives. We, as it were, may supply the force for this, but not directly do we enter into man’s world, at least not to the average man, not until he begins to be at home in the formative worlds behind his outer worlds. Man could not placate us nor change our ways in any case; we are the servants of the Creator, His arms and feet.

Now you wonder then why your contact with us? There is a world to be redeemed and all forces are needed for that purpose. Unity, cooperation is the key note. We are with you as you are aligned to your God and our God, and the forces we deal with are absolutely essential to your life, and your bodies could not exist without the intermediary work we do. No longer can man blindly rape his worlds, but in the most beautiful harmony we will continue to provide what he needs while he in his turn will accept our gifts and render them back to the whole. This must be, or the whole cannot continue.

Life is a whole, harmony has been ordained throughout the universes. Man too will play his own unique part and we need not retire or be extinguished, and this world may then continue to a greater and greater beauty, higher harmony, colours of more light, up, up, into the Greatness of it all, all of it, every atom of it responding and being what it is. We are part of this great chain, you join us in your wider-ranging fields, and His Will be done on this earth which, if we had blood, would be our blood, no longer spilled but finally fulfilling its purpose and creating God’s fairest fruit.”

Sheila and Mollie Walker were coming for the weekend and we wondered whether they should be told certain aspects of the recent happenings on our journey, and in answer the following was received through Kathy:

Christ Spirit – “This sharing must be done, My child. For requirements of the work ahead all ties must of necessity be severed that you may be free at a moment’s notice to go wherever it is needful for you to be sent. This must be done now in this respect, for in that which is to come there is a certain sense of urgency where you must be able to cut free at once.

You wonder at your material affairs. Influences are already being played upon those in association with your material affairs so that here also the way will open as you go. Your needs are known and fully understood and will be catered for, even down to this one’s cigarettes. Should we have such care for you in these little things and not already have foreseen the bigger issues and started the wheels moving to accommodate them also?

You will find as you go through life you will attract attention from certain quarters and you three must be prepared to stand virtually alone, for even more so will the dark forces attempt to prevent your progress using even those nearest and dearest to you if they have the chance.

Now you will have to put into practice all that has hitherto been your highflown theories, and stand immovable against all odds. This should present no difficulties to you, however, who are well versed in this part from the past.

So I have no comfort to give you or no warnings to issue. You know well the path, My children. Just sink yourselves and let it come to light. I have no other words to offer you, each of you know the part you have to play and when the time is ready you will be called and will obey. Yes, even you, my little one.

My peace I give you. Give peace unto all the world.”

The following morning Eileen received:
“My beloved child, be very still and feel within you the rhythm of Life, and then when you feel it, go with it. Never fight against it or go against it, no matter what the cost – and at times it may cost you a great deal because it may be quite opposite to all conventional ways, all man-made laws. You have to make up your mind whether you wish to conform to man-made laws or do My Will whatever the cost.

The choice lies in your hands, you are always free to choose and no one else can make this choice for you. Very often the world will condemn you when you choose My Way, but it is better far to be cursed by the world and to have My full blessings. With My blessings you can face whatever is to come without flinching and know that when you do My Will and walk in My Ways, only the perfect, can be the final result.

You find these strange sayings and wonder why I am talking to you in this way. My child, simply write down My Words and do not try to fathom them out; at the right time all will be revealed. At times you may have to stand alone with Me against all odds, but stand, My child, and waver not, for I am with you always even unto the end of time. Simply become ever aware of that oneness with Me, and then you can walk where even angels fear to tread, with joy in your heart and love radiating from you, and find that inner peace which passeth understanding which stems from this Oneness.”

Kathy:
I saw a brilliant blaze of purple-magenta light coming from a magenta Rose, and as each name was called out, the face appeared in the centre of the rose.

St. Germain came and said: “This tremendous increase of power is indicative of what is to come. You are to be sure to use this power correctly, not retaining any, or otherwise it could be dangerous. Continue your work until you feel yourself empty of the force coming through.”

Ogilvie:
All the power points had a mixture of gold and magenta.

Kathy:
With the centres of the British Isles the symbol of the white rose with the sword was given. The sword is Michael’s, silvery blue and white, and the white rose is the one that contains all colours. From this was coming a tremendous radiance.

Iona – An enormous radiant being standing at Columba’s Cell. At the ring of stones, the Hermit’s Cell, came Pan and all his followers and there seemed to be a direct link through from the Father straight down to Pan and on to all the elementals.

With the other centres as they were called I seemed to see the giants, the elemental spirit of each centre, awake but happily awake as if stretching and rubbing their eyes, yet they were upright and standing. It was such a joyous thing as if all these waking giants were all singing praises to God for the reunification. Throughout all the centres there was a tremendous play of colour and this joyous awakening.

At the start of the linking in of the American groups I have always seen the Statue of Liberty shining, but this time she was crumbling into nothingness and there was left a being, indistinguishable, cloaked in a sort of not-white yet not-dark grey mist, of a very light nature but not white. I saw America itself crumbling, and above and behind it all arose what I thought was the Japenese flag. It was a sun with rays on a black background, then it changed to a white background with the same Eastern symbol of the sun. Then there was warfare and it was terrible – the whole of America was under war with death and destruction by the Eastern peoples. At just about the bitter end of this two huge hands came and took the flame, which was nearly out, from the heart of America and carried it while it grew and implanted it in Russia. It seemed that Russia was a wonderful country then, their leaders great and their people happy, but it was only for a short time and the flame grew less and flickered.

Then I was only aware of the Spirit of Him risen high up. “Thy will be done” in all force and through it all would come peace and God’s will for the world. It was almost like an offering of the physical and material part of humanity put on an altar and sacrificed that the spirit of humanity could shine through, come uppermost and be free.

The Master Jesus said:
“My children, I bless thee for this day. I am with thee always and more and more will my blessings be felt by you all, as an intimate everlasting thing, not just in these times of gathering together. For I am closer to each one of you than hands and feet, I am your very being. Continue with your work, or my work through you all.”

There is a tremendous figure in our midst, vast, with lines of force giving him a cloak shooting out in different colours, silvery white, blue into violet and purple shimmering like sunrays the whole time around him in these colours. Sometimes predominantly silver and blue with a golden mist, sometimes an iridescent mixture of them all, etc. I imagine it is the spirit of the Jupiterian Master.

“You are under my constant care, a group from which all shades of colour and their meaning must be radiated out into your world and its peoples. Continue your work.”

Our group was joined by Anthony Brooke and Monica Parish and by four members of another group in Kent, making twelve in all.

Miriam:  The words keep coming to me “The twelve are here, the twelve are here,” The Master says “Ye are gathered together in my name so I can come unto you.”

Kathy:  I was aware that the Christ Spirit had changed into the Jupiterian Master. There was a tremendous uprush of power from here which shaded from gold to iridescent magenta. As each centre was called, they appeared symbolically in the centre of this tremendous uprush of force from the middle of his heart. Each centre seemed to be blossoming in this outpouring of the Magenta Ray.

Miriam:  I see a most gorgeous flame colour descending, a flame with a background of orange, as if the whole sky has opened up, and it is descending into the earth. Magenta is now mingled with it and I am told it is the Magenta Ray. We are to use it very strongly now within the next two days, focussing the group force upon this ray.

I took Anthony, Monica and Kathy to the Mound at Cluny Hill and Kathy reports:

“There is a being here with elements of the Christ Spirit and of the Jupiterian Master, and it is the Guardian of this place, the Spiritual Guardian. He speaks: ‘I am glad you have come to help release and take with you where’er you go further charges from this spot, though as you have seen, it is already being tapped and used in a three-way direction, Findhorn, Pluscarden and the third one seems to go to Attingham and from there to Glastonbury. There is also a three-way link from Findhorn, one to Iona, another to Attingham and the third to Glastonbury.’

A: Can you tell us about the meaning of the fire? The significance of the way this Mound was burnt three weeks ago?

‘This was a natural event, what you would call accident, that was used in divine economy for several purposes, to prevent intruders, purification rites, and to keep it pure for the twos and threes who would come here. It is a very necessary function that needs to be performed once every year. This is for use in the elemental kingdoms.

I am here on guard, on watch, and in protection of and for all forces of life from the lowest elemental right up the scale through human to angelic, and have been put here since the implanting of the Magenta Ray. You did not see me before this because I was not here, only since this time has it been deemed necessary to provide this guard, guidance and protection.

Ones come here of whom you are unaware at times when no humans abound, angelic beings of mighty force who send forth streamers of this power to other planets in your system. I am their gateway here.’

A. Are you expecting landings from other planets?

‘Not on this spot now. This use of the power here is for a different object of outgoing help to life levels on other planets, which of course is not the object of the preparing of this other place you visit. This is for incoming life forces from other planets.

These holy points up and down the length and breadth of your country have within them a triple purpose, not only for networks of light over this your planet but of lines of force radiation being built from this to other planets along which will eventually flow (There is a word here I can’t say; it begins with a c. The meaning of it is a two-way flow like a two-way flow of traffic) of commodities of varying densities between planets from electro-magnetic particles which will be formed up to make instruments necessary for the work involved in the evolution of your planet in the future, when Light has come and you are risen, all of you.

Those – though I know some do not accept this, but nevertheless it is so and must not be looked on in any sense of horror or despair; it is a necessary pattern in the whole of evolution – that of necessity must be left to inhabit and carry on what is left of the old world when the new has risen, transmuted from out of its heart, those ones who are left to regenerate a new life wave which is coming up even now from lower planes within your spheres, they must be taught means of sustenance and all the sciences and arts, and by this interlinking network now being from these, the second purpose or ray coming from these points, along these lines of force from other planets will come all that is necessary for their sustenance and growth upon what is left of this old world.’

A: Can you say more about details of the transformation of this world?

’It will be, as you have already had patterns shown you, translation arising from one level of consciousness to another, many have already achieved this though they have not yet the ability to translate altogether from their present vehicles. This will be achieved by vibration, the sounding of a note, high-pitched, that will change in a flash your whole mode of existence. Do not ask, please, for time measures, for this I cannot give, since no one intelligence can know this approximately.’

A: The conditions you were referring to on earth and the necessity for a certain type of good, and so on, would this be for those who have not risen? I am not quite sure how the division comes here.

‘This need not be your concern, my son, for you and many of those with whom you mix will translate into the New. Why do you question or doubt because you already know this deep within yourself? Those who of necessity must remain behind are those at present on your earth in adult bodies, yet nevertheless worse than mere children in their ignorance and misuse of the natural forces about them, for their own purposes. There will be many of high estate in this your land, and indeed the world, who through their positions of power have misused to such a terrible extent the natural gifts and forces around them that they must be cut down, as it were, from this high estate within your world and will become as crawling imbecile children in that which they have made for themselves and will thus have to inhabit. Do not be concerned for them; it is the natural law of evolution.’

P: You have given us two purposes of the Mound. That is the third one?

‘The third one has not been brought into active use yet. It is unnamable in your terminology and is for a purpose even beyond the level of my conception here. I am merely a lowly worker in the fields such as yourselves and greater ones than I have knowledge of these things. I do not seek to know until I have grown into that which makes it possible for me to know this, but you have one of the great Masters contacting you now and there is the possibility that he will tell you of the use of this third ray or channel outwards from here. It is for use in a dimension entirely above that in which I operate, so it is to him that you must turn if you are curious.’

P: We are having a great gathering up here shortly. Should all those that come to Findhorn be brought here to absorb the radiations of this Mound, this power point, to take with them when they go away?

‘Why should this be so when you yourselves will all be living within the reflected radiations from here at your camp? This will be sufficient for them, but there may be certain ones and twos among them whom you will be prompted at the time to bring to this spot for a particular purpose.’

Kathy: I can see him now outside myself. He has suddenly appeared standing just in front of us and he is a white shining being, with force coming from him almost representing wings, and he is standing holding a circle of something, like holding a great big fish in front of him but it is only a circle of light. He seems to have put that down in one place, then stood up, and he lifted his head and held his hands in front of him, and another circle of something is building up in his hands. There are a lot of circles already on the ground and they are making up a formation like that which is used on the Olympic flag. They are lying all flat overlapping and linking on the top of here.”

P:  Is that symbolic of the linking of the five continents?

“No, because there are more now than just five circles, they are all over. And above them has appeared a hand with a torch, a lit flame, but it is not a flamey flame, it is a magenta flame, not orangy fire. This hand has stuck it straight in the middle of all these circles, and there it is left.”

Another visit was paid to the mound at Cluny Hill with Kathleen Fleming, Kathy Sparks, Mollie Thompson and Miriam. Kathleen Fleming reported:

“When we were all quiet, I registered the silver ray going into the earth, and then I was told it was the Ray of Radium and I had to split the word ’radium’ up into
Ra      –      De      –      Um
– the Three in One.
Light       God            Aum

All the time I was scratching, pulling up the earth with my hands, feeling I had to go down into the centre of this. I was in such a fever to get at it as I felt there was a great treasure in there.

Then I saw a deep vibrant violet colour mingled with not a scarlet but more a ruby shade right down in the centre where I wanted to dig.”

Later during the session Ogilvie said:
“During this session I have been very strongly aware of the presence of Pan. He looks rather serious and says: ’Don’t forget we are one with you now. Don’t exclude us unless you wish us to break.’ This unification is still rather on the razor’s edge; he is prepared to turn his back if we don’t welcome him.”

Kathleen Fleming:
“There is a ray with calm and peace now coming and we should absorb it. ’You may call my ray the Ray of Drifting Silence’. I think it is attached to the Buddha. It is cream coloured. It is a ray which comes in segments, then blows off a little part of the silence to people as they need it. It breaks off and one is held in that little pocket wherever it is needed. It is continuous, and those parts come off like bubbles.”

Kathy Sparks:
“One of the first times I went to Saturn it was to this being known as the Jupiterian Master. He took me to his garden, a riot of flowers and roses which he loved. He picked a white one and said it was for me but not yet. He put it away in a drawer.  Today he has come and given me this white rose. Another person came at the end; it was the Buddha.”

Miriam:
“When Pan was called out, I saw the Ancient of Days appear again. He looks incredibly old yet still strong. He keeps looking at us.”

Kathleen Fleming:
“It is watchfulness, to see what human beings are going to do.”

Kathy Sparks:
“I saw Pan first of all and then, as if in a triangle with their backs to each other facing outwards, was the Christ, Buddha and Pan. Then these three figures merged into one figure of all iridescent colour, every colour. Then I saw all the elementals, the little folk, the nature forces dancing ring- around-a-rosy around him, and then came the deva kingdoms above. The symbolised figure had gone and just left the two kingdoms merging and changing and altering. I have never seen such colours as the devas when they came in, a glorious sight.

The names were called so rapidly I could not register them individually and was more conscious of a flame building up. It came out quietly, and only in the Avalon sanctuary have I seen this before. The magenta flame came quietly out of the ground and grew more and more powerful and up, like a plume, and from it in rings radiated off colours, and the main colour was the mother-of-pearl iridescence. As each name was called there was a different colour in this play of colours, one colour perhaps predominating more than another. I found this a far more wonderful thing than seeing the individuals themselves.”

Kathleen Fleming:
“I felt too that Pan, when he says ‘Aren’t you afraid of me?’, is reflecting the fear of all the people who have been afraid of him. I said, ‘How can any one be afraid of you when there is love where there is no fear?’ Then he turned into a blend of the Christ. He also seemed to say that as people removed the fear put into him, then he will be able to show his real self.”

Kathy Sparks:
“All the centres up and down Britain exploded in an atomic explosion of mushroom magenta light. Some followed up with a terrific uprush of golden light as well”

Miriam:
“I saw Ogilvie in the guise of a very ancient Master but I cannot understand what he is saying. He seems to be
directing something to us.”

Kathy Sparks:
“Just before you spoke, I felt a terrific power spreading all over me and a voice said, ’My children, I am with you’. I wondered who it was and Miriam spoke, and I saw this Ancient of Days too. He says:

“Yes, I am he you call the Ancient of Days, the wisdom of the ages, though as yet not fully recognised by that aspect of me you see on the earth plane. Nevertheless I come to you in this form for your aid to enable me to complete my mission to your earth.

You must use whatever means are presented to you to overcome this opposition of the stubborn lower self, for time as you know it is pressing hard on our heels and much must be accomplished in that which is left to us for the regeneration of your planet and all life thereon.

To you do I come as being a nucleus of the most clear-sighted and enlightened ones in group form within this land, or anywhere for that matter. This may surprise you but nevertheless it is so, for you have one in your midst within this land who has by her overcoming woven you into this fabric which is strong enough to sustain the vibrations of these powerful ones who are to come through you and use this group as its voice.

You see here the oneness, unity as from our side in that all those who come in this way are one and spoken of as “It”, the Spirit, no matter in how many diversified forms it comes to you, and on your side the group ever interchanging, contracting, expanding altogether in unity and harmony is its voice. Now you have achieved this inner unity beyond the personal level and work together in this way as one, you are regarded by us, It, as one being no matter how your circle alters its size and shape. The power here now is such that it is as an umbrella of light and all who come under its shade and partake of its power of drifting peace, must of necessity become one in you.

I thank you for your patience and understanding and love toward me in my human aspect and pray you to continue in this and toward all those great ones who will from now on come to you in flesh that they may have the sustenance necessary in all their parts for the work that lies before them. But Love is the greatest food of all, the most easily assimilable. That of which I speak as being food is of the highest vibrational quality which is most needful to the higher vehicles in man.

My peace and blessing upon all of you. I am ever with you in your midst, timeless, ageless, forever new.’

“This beautiful power point is largely connected with the healing therapies of water. The power is extremely strong both in the house and in the land around the house. As we stepped within the ring of the central point of power in the garden, it literally made me hop as I know have others when experiencing these vibrations. Vibrations crackled around one in the sort of way that electricity will sometimes crackle between a comb and one’s hair. The power is very strong and the ground at one point became intensely hot under my feet. When we drank water from the well, Ellie experienced a burning in her throat and a tingling throughout her body.”

“This is holy ground to be used greatly in the Now. Peter led me to the Cosmic Power Point. Within seconds the power rose in a great single column of silver light which filled me with a wonderful sensation of lightness and of power. Standing within the Centre of Glory there came a sudden great stab of out-going pain from my heart and I was made instantly aware that this Centre was to be used to ‘open hearts’. I felt tears rush to my eyes, my arms opened wide and I knew that I could encircle the earth planet with Love. My whole body tingled as I felt this transmutation going on. I knelt, and suddenly a golden disc of Sun descended through the column of Silver Light sparking out its rays as it came. Then in the centre of the Sun’s disc showed the glowing beautiful face of the Christ as portrayed in Kathleen Fleming’s picture. After a little time I rose and stepped backwards from the ring.”

“Peter, Ellie and I walked slowly between an avenue of tall pine trees, and someone with a somewhat sad and heavy heart accompanied us until we reached the wire but did not accompany us further.

This is a tremendous and beautiful Cosmic Point with strong and vibrant vibrations. First came an intensely bright silver light followed by an intense darkness, the heavens filled with heavy black clouds. One heavy cloud parted slightly and through it came a large round space ship, followed by others and many figures standing on the rim of one great lighted cloud. These lurid clouds closed in again and there was a great darkness over all the world. Again a great cloud moved aside and in its place showed a vast figure of the Christ holding a lamb in His arms.

Then I became poised between the dark heavens and the dark earth, and seemed to be one with the Great Watcher looking down deep into the garden of Gethsemane and watched in shocked amazement the agony of the Christ in prayer, but His form as he leaned forward across the rock was radiant with LIGHT. The Light about Him in contrast to the darkness of the garden was very marked, though every detail of the landscape surrounding the garden, every leaf on the olive trees – every single detail was clearly defined. The scene faded and looking upward again I saw that the tall Figure of the Good Shepherd continued to stand high in the heavens holding the lamb in His arms. The Figure receded back into the clouds. Once again the heavy cloud parted to let through another giant silver space ship after which the whole earth was encircled by a great ring of coloured rays but predominantly that of the new Magenta Ray.

A little later Peter told me how it is said that Jesus had come to Cluny Hill and had rested at this Point before going on to Glastonbury ‘to gather strength’ for what was to come, and I realised how, while resting there, this insight into the future, had perhaps been shown to Him at that time, and that if this were so, such a scene would be imprinted onto the ethers there for all time.

The interpretation given later was that the great Redemption of Humanity took place within the Garden of Gethsemane and the literal transmutation of the Body of the Christ, the Spiritual Crucifixion taking place at that time. The physical body would have been completely refined during this process, but it was necessary for the material eyes of mankind to see the manifestation of what had taken place in the garden — “I, if I be lifted up will draw all mankind unto Me”. So the Drama had to be completed before the words “IT IS FINISHED” with all their wonderful significance could be uttered. This referring to the first phase of the Salvation of the Planet. Since this cleavage of the Light and the Dark, the work of cleansing and of rescue, has been steadily taking place throughout the ethers and the confines of the Planet Earth and has now reached and is manifesting on the densest physical level.

This is the understanding of the Now – at this moment in time – as we understand time with our finite minds – this is the break-through of what happened then – 2,000 years ago. So the past, present and future should be understood as ONE – that we may all live henceforward in the NOW. Risen Thinking – RISEN BEING – in all its stupendous Glory.”

“I stood on the Cosmic Power Point inside the Priory at the central point of the tower. Soon the power began to rise. Looking upwards I saw that the Priory rose in height to enormous etheric proportions, but that the vast dome of this etheric structure was misty with a thick greyishness which seemed to have become trapped and through which I felt the prayers, thoughts and incense of those who lived there were unable to rise. I longed to see this miasma released. I longed to feel somehow whatever was checking the original outflow of love and warmth – and it must have been great to have built such a vast etheric structure – would now be released and that all would be happy and well again. I feel that this must be so and as I write this I feel assured that this will be so.”