…On gaining the Ridgeway, I make Wen laugh by starting to talk about ley-lines. According to Alfred Watkins, the Ridgeway is not itself a ley, but is crossed a countless number of times by them along the whole of its length, which even today is quite some considerable distance. The ancient track certainly has a magical feel to it which may or may not be synonymous with the term High Way. We look back at where we have been and Wen takes a snap of Uffington from the track. The raised edges of the henge are still just about visible from here, if you know what you are looking for. If there were a castle built to scale inside the circumference of the henge, it would be absolutely immense and more than capable of comfortably housing a whole company of giants! There is a serious point here, because Wen thinks that Uffington and Wayland’s are part of the same ritual site. The ability to think coherently on such a scale within the landscape itself is simply staggering but completely in keeping with what we are coming to realise about these folk.
‘Verily, verily I say unto you, find the path and stay on it.’
If anything, the feathered activity around us has now increased to yet another level and, as we walk, it is difficult not to be both aware of and amused by the number of birds, singly and in two’s and threes, which accompany us, scooting from bush to bush, trilling their encouragement and then tweeting their goodbyes as another couple or trio take up our escort. I do not know too many avian tales but I am reminded of a Jacques Tati film that I saw many years ago. He and his sidekick spent virtually the whole film wandering the wilderness, being stalked by a talking Raven which they were forever attempting to be rid of. The Raven agreed to leave them alone if they accepted their Hero Quest, which they finally agreed to and which it turned out was to discover how sparrows communicate. Our two loveable clowns succeeded! After many hours of studying the movement of the birds they eventually came to realise that the sparrows were communicating with each other not by singing or tweeting or using their vocal chords at all, but by hopping! Cue shots of Jacques and his sidekick hopping and jumping about from European city to European city, amongst the various flocks of sparrows at these locations… Comic Genius!
“WEN.”
“Now.”
“I know now…”
“What to do you now know?”
“I know what the quest is?”
“How do you know what the quest is?”
“A little bird told me…”
“The quest is always the same from age to age.”
“…Find the path… and stay on it!’…”
Extract from “The Initiate” – Sue Vincent & Stuart France
Thanks again to Melinda for including me in this challenge.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I keep reading about them, know the definition, but I do not understand what a ley line is or what it does. I don’t seem to be able to absorb the information and process it. I’m missing something.
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Sue, if I may? … in my Spiritual Tradition the lines are rivers of energy running through and on the earth that connect all the Places of Power on the earth. There’s more, of course, but I hope this concept shows you possibilities. 🙂
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That is what I understood. I guess what loses me is how you recognize them, how you know they are there. I’ve heard people talk about them as if they are clearly visible. I have been in places of power, lived in a very big one. But I do not sense ley lines, or if I do, I don’t know I do. I certainly don’t see them. I wish I did.
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There’s all kinds of ‘seeing’ 🙂 … have you ever gone for a walk in nature and suddenly without any warning or signs you sense something is different? Maybe you walked between two trees, went from sunshine to shade, or turned a corner, or none of the above, but something caught your attention. You may tell yourself you were imagining things (or someone else tells you) and dismiss it. That ‘difference’ just might be what you’re ‘looking’ for … a place of power, a place where the veil between the worlds is thin, a place that is connected to those rivers of energy I mentioned.
It can happen by accident sometimes, but once you know/recognise it, you’ll become aware of just how much of it there is going around! It’s a learnable skill, and like any muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it becomes. You might be able to tilt your head just so, and out of the corner of your eye, just for a moment, see.
If you want, you can contact me and we can chat s’more. There’s a ‘contact’ link on the About Me page of my blog.
I hope this ramble helped. Take care.
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Two bent wire coathangers… in an ‘L’ shape and try dowsing. You may not find a ley, which is a quite particular energy, but you will almost certainly be able to pick up other invisible energies… the traditional one is underground water, of course. Most people can dowse with a little practice and once you get the ‘feel’ for it, the rest follows. My grandfather taught me as a very small child and that opened the doors for me.
Other than that, oour friend has given a fairly comprehensive answer below. There are debates about the precise nature of leys… none of us can be absolutely sure, though a transparent ruler, a pencil and a map of ancient sites is usually fairly convincing (you need a minimum of 3 such sites in a straight line over a mile or two to be able the think about alignments).
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Even though we slip and stumble and skin our knees and elbows. Even when our hearts are broken and life and love seem impossible quests. All we need to do is get back to the Path.
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I wonder if we ever really leave it? Or do we just get turned around sometimes?
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Verily, a lovely post Sue thank you … and while questing, always question …
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We always do 🙂 And would probably have attracted the Inquisition with some of our speculations 😉
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Really interesting.
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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