A bit long after the event, but here is how it all started, as seen
from my ‘position’:
Back in March, I decided to look at Greg’s site
www.greghallett.com after John had recommended him to me. I was
rather startled by the book title “Hitler was a British Agent” and
ordered it immediately. Couldn’t put it down, made me realise that
after spending the last 5 years wading through the conspiracy morass
this was probably the ultimate style and substance in revelation of
what is actually going on.
I ordered the next volume, got a note from Greg saying that he was
out of town, possibly not too far from me, upon which I expressed a
desire to meet him if at all possible. A correspondence ensued,
culminating in my meeting him at Rosslyn Chapel just about a month
ago. You read an author’s book and then meet him just like that,
how cool is that, eh?
I had no idea what to expect, even though I’d listened to interviews
with him on his site (highly recommended), I even had doubts as to
what I’d let myself in for. As it turned out, this was a lifetime
type meeting which set in train events that appear to be changing
the inner direction of my life.
Before Greg and I went into the actual chapel, I wanted to have a
look at the landscape this building stands in. It overlooks a
valley and I was absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty and energy
that comes from this place; as it happened, it was one of the few
warm days we’ve had so far this year, many trees were in bloom and
there was a feeling of Paradise there that words cannot describe. I
knew very little of Rosslyn Chapel before but the surrounding nature
was my point of immediate connection to it. Also, as we began our
walk, workmen were just in the course of taking off the first sheet
of the temporary roof that had been over the chapel for the last 13
years to protect it from water while restoration was going on –
revelation, which is what we will see a lot of this year, I am
reliably informed.
Before we went into the chapel, we walked some way into this
beautiful valley to look at the ruins of Rosslyn Castle. We sat
down to chat for a while and just after we got up, a piper and
bodhran player came to play on the very spot we had been sitting.
We went into the chapel and Greg gave me explanations of certain
ornaments and sculptures. It appears that even the guides there
didn’t know that this place was built by Portuguese stone masons who
were deeply conversant with Masonic symbolism and had free rein to
express secrets in stone that could only be understood by those in
the know (remember that 800 years ago Freemasons were not the same
decadent movement that they have become in recent centuries).
As we walked away from the chapel, it dawned on me that I would
probably be in this place again the following week, and here is why:
Don had asked me whether Carol could send some orgonite to me for
safekeeping until she needed it on her trip. So the stuff duly
arrived a few weeks before Carol; I only knew that she wanted to go
to Edinburgh, a couple of hours’ drive south from us, and I said to
Don I would meet her there and hand the orgonite over and perhaps
have time to go gifting a bit.
In the meantime I had figured out that she would probably want to go
to Roslin/Rosslyn and I told Greg that I would likely be down here
again the week after and showed him a TB by way of explanation, thus
introducing him to orgonite. He was immediately interested and
excited that there was a group of people who were actually doing
something practical to rebalance all the weather and other
manipulations of which he is fully aware (he was tossing TBs with
relish on our trip back home). I told him as much as I could in a
short time about Don & Carol and how I had found them and began
making my own orgonite and started gifting.
He then mentioned that the next place he would visit after staying
with us – where he was going to give a lecture to a group of us –
was Kentchurch Court. What? That’s John Scudamore’s place, who I
was just about to tell Greg about. By this time I was beginning to
suspect that things were falling into place in a way that was not
merely coincidence (there’s no such thing anyway) but that there was
a deep purpose behind it all. Over the next week I experienced so
many revelations and occurrences that I had to start pinching myself
hard on a regular basis to make sure I wasn’t dreaming this up.
Greg told us about his present research, which is a new departure
for him, and it became ever clearer to me that this would probably
be connected to Carol’s endeavours. After what I’d told him about
her and her work and the fact that she was going to be in these
parts he became very keen on meeting her. As it happened, he was
also held up and had to stay with us for longer than anticipated,
which then made it possible to meet Carol here – this clearly had to
happen.
Watching the two meet was quite an event, Carol handed one of her
fleur-de-lys orgonite creations to Greg and he immediately felt the
effect of it while she was watching what was going on with him. I
was rather amazed that Greg was able to feel the energy and I think
he probably was, too. I’m not sure whether he’d realised until then
that he was energy sensitive.
Anyway, Carol and Kathy stayed with us for a couple of nights, and
the next day we had a memorable dinner when Carol and Greg were
bouncing stuff off each other, comparing notes, that left the rest
of us gawping in amazement. They clearly have a very strong
connection with each other. I will leave it to Greg to eventually
present his current work here, just watch this space.
I would now like to relate my short trip with Carol and Kathy to a
few sites of interest. First off, we went to the Templar cemetery
near us where Carol clearly felt their presence and we buried three
of my TBs in certain spots. This is a place I thought I had been to
but actually haven’t.
Some of you might see what's going on in this picture:
I have not done much research into the Templars yet, but I’m about
to and I think that there are huge misconceptions about them out
there, especially amongst conspiracy people.
Next, we went to visit the stone circles I had visited with Kelly 4
years ago, see
http://www.materiaetherica.com/heavenandearth/Britain. Carol
confirmed Kelly’s findings, namely that there is an ancient spirit
entity there, a quite powerful and respectable sheng being, as he
called it. Carol spent some time there in quiet contemplation and
as we left, she said that the guardian said thank you for our
visit. Kathy took a picture of Carol and myself and, as so often
with digital photos, an entity can clearly be seen among the trees
above us. Last time we were there with another visitor, in April,
there was a fog in and around the circle but not anywhere else; it
is a very special place and we visit it frequently, often showing it
to visitors and seeing what their reaction is.
There are three circles close together in this area, all of them in
spots with spectacular views, and they are related to each
other. The next one we went to see I had not visited with Kelly but
Carol found there that the guardian spirit of it was not in the
circle but some distance away at the edge of the forest. We buried
3 TBs and as we left, Carol said that the guardian was now closer to
the circle. We also noticed something like bone meal in the middle
of the circle, as if someone had made an offering or some such;
although the circle is in the middle of a field, it looked unlikely
that it would have been fertiliser that had accidentally been
spilled there. In the middle of many stone circles human bones and
ash have been discovered during excavations, it seems that they were
also used as burial and possibly scarificial sites. My
understanding is that they were points of connection between heaven
and earth as well as gateways to the unseen world.
The circle after that Kelly had gone to see and reported back that
there was a spirit in the big stone who was quite happy in himself
but that there seemed to be something not quite right, almost sad in
the rest of the circle and that he, Kelly, couldn’t do anything
about it.
As soon as we stepped into this circle, Carol began communicating
with that guardian spirit and she said that he was actually a fairy
king and that there was a whole fairy village in the pile of stones
that lay directly across the circle from the big stone. Carol, in
consultation with the king, instructed me to place three TBs in
various locations within the circle. Apparently the king got really
excited and started barking orders to his subjects, which made Carol
laugh; this continued for all the time we were there. He also said
that he really liked Kelly and that when Kelly came next time, he
should come with his boots on – “Tell Kelly to bring his boots!” the
king kept repeating over and over, even as we eventually walked away
from the circle.
The fairy king stone is the big one left of centre.
Carol laughing with the fairy king.
Words are a pale reflection of the reality I experienced there
through Carol’s participation but the feeling it engendered is still
with me, it has opened a door to the elemental world for me. This
is a direction in which I have been going for a long time and what
Carol showed confirmed to me that I’m on the right path there even
though I am not apparently energy sensitive as such, more a
bookworm. Just thinking back to that day fills me with joy.
In the evening, we had a raucous dinner altogether, now referred to
in our small circle as “The Dinner”, with Greg and Carol bouncing
stuff off each other like fireworks.
Greg trying to impress Carol with his whistle-while-I-eat routine.
Two tousle-haired old codgers, one of them not Paddy.
I think this was possibly the moment in which Greg became really
aware of being psychic; I had taken him to the stone circles the
Sunday before and there was no reaction to their unseen aspect from
him then. The conversations that went on that evening were
something else, everyone was in high spirits, particularly Greg who
had just succeeded in having some preview copies of his latest book
printed [again, watch this space!]. We also all benefited from
personal consultations with Carol in a quiet corner of the table,
which felt like a real privilege to me.
Next day was for goodbyes, we were really sad to see Carol go,
particularly my wife. She brought something unexpected to our lives
and it was a real thrill to watch a world class psychic work at
close hand and we feel really honoured to have had her as our
guest. Seen that her work in Europe is by no means finished, I’m
really looking forward to meet her again on her next trip. Tributes
also to Kathy, whom we didn’t know before, for being such a staunch
companion (you should have heard them bitching at each other
good-naturedly, it was a delight
Greg’s attempt at getting his book printed was beset by all sorts of
problems, but they turned out to be the factor that made him meet
Carol and they ended up going down to Kentchurch together in Carol
and Kathy’s hired car.
World class psychic team setting off.
Paddy
] for that time. We'll know when we get there if that's going 
Things will be better when we get down south, I'm sure. 
