World-Mysteries.com presents these articles by Dan Green:
Callum Jensen (Dan Green - author of 'The Lincoln Da Vinci Code'
and 'The Lincoln Da Vinci Code and the Mystery of Rennes-le-Chateau')
Hello there, and greetings from Lincoln, England. As author on two book
concerning the Cathedral Code at the Gothic Cathedral of Lincoln and its
connection with the mystery of Rennes-le-Chateau, my ongoing research appears to
have solved the mysterious head worship of the Knights Templar and the puzzling
panel painting at Templecombe which held the clue.
Lincoln, England - the New Jerusalem ?
by Dan Green (Callum Jensen)
No serious catalogue of world mysteries would be complete without the inclusion of the historical
Knights Templar, the Order of warrior monks who may be the guardians of a secret location containing the Holy Grail, a term that has now moved away from being simply a dish from the Last Supper to, instead, a secret that could expose deliberate religious and political cover-ups throughout history...the search for this truth rather like seeking out a needle in a historical haystack..
A Knights Templar
The Knights Templar were formed in 1118 to defend Jerusalem and had a reputation second to none until 1306 when King Phillip of France who had wanted to join this rich and powerful Order, to whom he owed a large sum of money, had been refused . His envious and jealous response to being unable to join and to continue owing the money, was to trump up charges against the Templars claiming they were blasphemous, devil worshippers - especially of worshipping a strange head - and sexual deviants, the Order consequently being persecuted, prosecuted and dissolved. In 1144 The Hospitallers of St John of Jerusalem, something of an offshoot of Knights Templar, were created to protect Christian pilgrims
traveling to Jerusalem, faring better until they disbanded in 1540.
The enduring attraction of interest in all things Templar is owed to a persistent belief that at some point in their evolution a hidden function of the Templars were given the duty of protecting a great secret which researchers have usually claimed has it roots in France, and more recently, Scotland, but it may now be that the biggest secret of all has been saved to last, and is beginning to unfold at the Gothic Cathedral of Lincoln where Templar Preceptories once where at nearby Temple Bruer, Willoughton near Gainsborough,South Witham and Aslackby near Sleaford.
Lincoln - the New Jerusalem?
Temple Bruer
Discoveries during the Crusades intimate that the Knights Templar were the missing link in a chain of transmission of secret architectural knowledge and that they were greatly instrumental in the specific design and building of certain Europena Gothic Cathedrals to exemplify the principles of Sacred Geometry, a resonance with divine harmony in the numerical construct of design, stone decorations being astrological in nature with hermetical symbology abound.
At Lincoln Cathedral there is even reason to believe that the magnificent Rose Window is actually a 'Star Clock' - an atlas of the Northern constellations, numerous symbology within the Cathedral apparently drawing attention to the Dog Star, Sirius. At the scene of The Last Supper, at the Great East Window, instead of there being a cup or bread upon Christ's platter, we see a dog!
Dog on the platter, Great East Window, Lincoln Cathedral
An aerial view of the Cathedral shows it to be in the shape of the Cross of Lorraine, the original insignia employed by the Templars as a device. A Code in the Cathedral dubbed 'The Lincoln Da Vinci Code' now reveals links with the global mystery of Rennes-le-Chateau, complete with a precise location within the Cathedral grounds that may well contain the famed and historical lost treasure of the Templars, thought to have legendary Grail connections.
Lincoln Cathedral sacred geometry
The Cross of Lorraine
Only a few miles away from this location is the puzzling place name and small village of Jerusalem. Not surprisingly, there is no other place name like it in Britain, and Lincolnshire's local libraries, Council archaeologists and even the Internet are at a loss of information to explain why it should be so named! ( A person tracing their ancestors confirmed its existence at least as far back as 1436). One possible explanation is that it has something to do with Jewish settlers, as Lincoln was in fact home to one of the most important Jewish communities in England, being well established before noted in 1154, until their ignominous expulsion in 1290.
Author Dan Green visits Jerusalem
It is believed that even the Catherdal was at one point in monetary debt to their money lenders, and St Hugh, Patron Saint of the Cathedral, was famed for his defence of the Jews.
The only other probability is that the village had some Templar connection, especially when we bear in mind the full title of the offshoot Hospitallers. Most lately, concerning the Rennes-le-Chateau mystery, much fuss has been made with the announcement of a maquette, a model map showing two locations,and which was allegedly commissioned by key figure, the priest Berenger Sauniere, two years before his death in 1917. French researchers have been quick to claim that the maquette shows landscape around the region of Rennnes-le-Chateau, but have turned a blind eye to the title of the model....it is 'Jerusalem'. Clearly, it does not show the Holy city in the Middle East that the Templars were created to defend. What if the reference is to the mysteriously named Jerusalem in Lincoln? Ancient maps of Lincolnshire are now being investigated to overlay the maquette to see if indeed it will lead to the 'Lincoln Da Vinci Code' suspected Templars treasure location. It is also interesting to note, that in Roman times, like Jerusalem, Lincoln was an actual walled 'city'.'
Copyright by Callum Jensen ('Dan Green').
Presented with permission of the author.
Lincoln Cathedral, Starry Guardian of the Chateau at
Rennes
by Dan Green (Callum Jensen)
Rennes-le-Chateau
As a long term researcher into the enduring global mystery that
began at Rennes-le-Chateau , in an attempt to try solve at least a
part of whatever is the conclusion of the enigma, I have tried to
explore every possible aspect, my starting point being somewhat
original, having drawn attention to parallels between the famous
village and the Gothic Cathedral of Lincoln in England, on the
ground and finally leading up into the starry heavens.
Lincoln Cathedral
Having had what on reflection appears to have been something of a
puzzling destined visit to RLC in 1986 involved some interesting
adventures there, including the discovery of a rock crop tomb sealed
at two points of entry not too far away from Les Labadous, home of
the authoress Elizabeth Van Buren who also had stumbled across this
tomb, visiting it to sprinkle holy water and call it her special
place. Contemporary Godfather of Sacred Geometry, David Wood also
knew of this tomb, and apart from our young French guide Daniel who
still lives in the Rennes environs, I wonder who else knew at the
time or even now of this location which has a stone marker nearby
and a babbling stream that you swear you can almost hear whisper.
Leonardo Da Vinci in his version of Virgin of the Rocks (Mary
without halo) paints it as an incidental inclusion at the top of his
work.
My visit to Rennes left me musing my original major comparisons –
how here was a church dedicated to Mary Magdalene at the top of a
high hill, and containing a demon guardian statue.
Asmodeus - Rennes Guardian demon
Back in Lincoln, at the Gothic Cathedral, high up a hill until
60AD there stood a church dedicated to Mary Magdalene, shamefully
knocked down to make way for the Minster in 1097 which would in the
13thc introduce its own Demon Guardian, the notorious ‘Lincoln Imp’.
The Lincoln Imp - Demon Guardian
Three quite unique similarities there, I thought. Then, in 2005
it was discovered that at the scene of the Last Supper at the Great
East Window of the cathedral , having gone unnoticed since the
windows were placed, there sits a dog on Christ’s platter, rather
than a loaf of bread or glass of wine! Deciding to collect up any
other anomalies within the Cathedral, I soon found out our canine
friend reappears a total of three times, and when my collection was
complete the ‘Lincoln cathedral code’ was born, synchronizing
perfectly with the many clues associated with the Rennes mystery in
France. We had a pregnant shepherdess, clues relating to painters
Poussin and Teniers, the enigmatic ‘681’, the ‘horse and cross of
God’ , our demon guardian friend, and the phenomenon of ‘blue
apples’ whereby the sun striking through a pane glass on a specific
time-date causes the dancing, dappling effect upon a key area.
Blue Apples at Rennes
Blue Apples at Lincoln Cathedral
Assembling all these clues into a sequential paper chase led to a
precise spot at the burial grounds of the shepherdess St Margaret,
opposite the SE corner of the Cathedral where once stood Margaret’s
church demolished in 1781 to parallel the same year of the death of
Marie de Negre who almost certainly knew the Rennes secret. Attempts
to GPR scan under this location where a tomb belonging to the Rayner
family stands were initially granted by cathedral authorities only
for them to later renege and go silent without any believable
explanation.
Another parallel aspect between RLC and Lincoln cathedral is
almost as puzzling as the entire mystery itself! Readers of the best
selling ‘Holy Blood, Holy Grail’ will be well aware of a what is
held to be a spurious document ‘The Dossier Secrets’, deposited in
the Bibliotheque nationale de France in 1967 - purporting to be part
of the history of the Priory of Sion - and it turns out that the
Lincoln Cathedral Code has its own!
A reader of my initial book ‘The Lincoln Da Vinci Code’, who was
living in Grantham and who was a student of Victor Hugo – allegedly
the second last Grand Master of the Priory of Sion – told me I
should be getting myself to the Library in Grantham, for there they
held a most curious 30 page document deposited in file that had been
in their safe keeping since 1917, interestingly enough the same year
that Parish priest Berenger Sauniere , curator at Rennes and who was
singularly responsible for the birth of the RLC mystery, died.
Entitled ‘The Quest’, handwritten and illustrated, it claims to be
the handiwork of France’s most famous novelist, although having
compared the calligraphy, it clearly isn’t! Hugo was exiled from
France in 1855 –the very year that the window at the Great East
Window at the Cathedral was installed - and lived in Guernsey until
1870. There is no official record that he ever frequented England.
This encounter of a Quest also surfaced in a magazine the
‘Lincolnshire Highlights’ in 1983, the first five pages presenting
itself as a search for a ‘lost cathedral and city of Wyville’, as
opposed to the small actual hamlet of Wyville where the quest
starts, and which is situated SW of Grantham on the
Lincolnshire/Leicestershire border not too far from a Knights
Templar preceptory that once existed at South Witham and where in
2008 I found a hidden 14thC coffin slab relating to the panel
painting Head at Templecombe.
This fantastic if spurious account ends at the top of a hill with
a spring head, five houses and the word ‘thalassa’ which is rather
intriguing as the Lincoln Cathedral Code quest also ends at the top
of a hill that once had five houses and a (lost) spring head. The
word ‘thalassa’ is actually one of the meanings assigned to the name
Mary in Martianay’s edition of St Jerome’s works 1699. ‘Pikra
thalassa’ means ‘bitter sea’ based on the assumption that the name
‘Miryam’ is composed of the Hebrew words ‘mar’ (bitter) and ‘yam’
(sea) The translated inscription upon the headstone of Rene
d’Anjou’s ‘La Fountaine’, that some researchers involve in the RLC
mystery, mentions bitter water. Amidst the cryptic 30 pages are
numerous passing references including ‘a stone coffin at present
lying in the small churchyard, its date not later than the 12th
century’...’the hidden story written in the stones’...’and what
kings sat throned upon that hill’. Two poems are also in the library
file, one entitled ‘The Quest’ also, from 1917 initialled H.P., and
another ‘To Wyville’, this search starting as far away as in
Scotland, no less! ‘The Quest’ allegedly written by Hugo appears to
be a search for a lost cathedral, and I wonder is this the ‘lost’
Cathedral of the Magdalene given that Lincoln Cathedral may have
been secretly known to be dedicated to her and not the Virgin Mary.
Is the stone coffin and the churchyard references hinting at the
actual St Margaret’s burial grounds where until, 1781 it stood,
where ‘For Dagobert II King and for Sion is this treasure and it is
death’ as reads one of the RLC parchments? Is the story written in
the stones referring to the many anomalies of the architecture of
Lincoln Cathedral that parallel with RLC, and does ‘what kings sat
upon that hill’ mean lost Rose-Line descendants? Apart from ‘The
Professor, who first heard of Wyville, a man who digs for earth’s
treasures’, the most interesting figure mentioned throughout the
account is referred simply to simply as ‘The Padre’..very Sauniere-like!
I suspect that this lost ‘Wyville is a Masonic play-on word for
‘Wife Hill’, the hill upon which something belonging to Jesus’ wife
Mary Magdalene belongs. The word ‘Wye’ almost certainly originates
from the Old English ‘weoh’ meaning ‘idol shrine’. Strange stuff
indeed. Interested readers can see the file for themselves at the
Grantham library even though the puzzled library themselves cannot
offer any information as to who donated the items or exactly when.
To conclude this strange parallel with RLC and the ‘Secret Dossier’,
Grantham Library resides inside the Isaac Newton Shopping Centre
with his statue facing it outside, Isaac himself an alleged Grand
Master of the Priory of Sion from 1691.
Having had enough of stuff on or under the ground that seem to
indicate resonance between Rennes and Lincoln, I felt it was high
time to investigate any possible links involving the starry heavens.
As this was way above my head (pun intended) and beyond my abilities, I
sought the aid of a far more capable individual by way of a
mathematician by the name of Greg Rigby who had already contributed
to the Rennes saga by way of having discovered pentagonal geometry
in Poussin’s ‘Shepherds of Arcadia’ masterpiece – key to the RLC
mystery, and in 1996 having written a book entitled ‘On earth as in
heaven – Revelation of French cathedrals’, in which Greg announced
that the ancient Celts established holy sites in Northern France
reflecting on the ground the constellation Ursa Major with its
handle pointing to Rennes-le-Chateau as Polaris, the Pole Star. As
our starting point, Greg came over from Florida to precisely
orientate and align Lincoln Cathedral for me and with the aid of his
computer software, astronomical star maps , co-ordinates and
alignments, set about to discover what secrets the Cathedral may
have been hiding and if we could correlate it with what was known
over at Rennes. All Gothic Cathedrals have their Rose Windows at the
West – not at Lincoln though! Here we find it placed at the North,
disguised as a Northern ‘Star Clock’ whereby if the glass were
removed and one were to stand in a certain position within the
Cathedral at night one would see the revolving northern
constellations including Ursa Major.
'Star Clock', Lincoln cathedral Copyright crichtonmiller.com
Not surprisingly to me at least, there was something of a
significant discovery. The star that is reflected on the ground by
Lincoln cathedral is Arcturus, found in the constellation of Bootes
and the third most brightest in the night sky. Arcturus is the
‘Guardian of the Bear’ that is Ursa.
Arcturus, Guardian of the Great Bear
January 17th is a most celebrated date in the RLC Mystery. Not
only is it a date when it is alleged certain key figures including
Sauniere died, it is also the date when at mid-day the phenomenon of
the ‘blue apples’ occur in the small church and confirm a part of a
coded cipher, the sun striking through a small pane to create the
impression of blue apples joining red ones – red and blue circles –
that slowly moves along to settle upon the altar and later a statue
of Saint Anthony the Hermit. Lincoln Cathedral is a veritable
orchard of blue apples all year round courtesy of its decorative
Southern windows, this phenomenon, by contrast with Rennes, falling
upon a crucial location relevant to the Cathedral code at mid-day on
22nd July, Feast of the Magdalene, dancing alongside the tomb of
Queen Eleanor of Castille who stands high up the SE corner of the
Cathedral in direct line, pregnant, and staring over at the Lincoln
Cathedral Code location at the burial grounds of the shepherdess
Margaret. What is most important, however, is that at mid-day at the
Cathedral on 17th, Not only is the constellation of Ursa Major
overhead, but the Cathedral altar faces directly at Arcturus and
resonates with St Anthony at the Chateau when we learn that
Kabbalists associate the star with the 9th Tarot Trump, the Hermit.
The Cathedral initially drew my attention with it’s dog symbology to
ponder if it may be a concealed Temple to the dog star Sirius, but
Greg and I struggled to find any confirmation and it may possibly
just be drawing reference to the blazing star known to be Sirius
that is found in Masonic Lodges given that the structure was laid
out to Templar influence, as was the very structure of Masonry.
However, according to ancient China the stars of the Great Bear
associated with the celestial Palace of the Lord on High, Star God
of Longevity, the Heavenly Mountain, Paradise of the immortals, and
Sirius the Heavenly Wolf guarded this celestial Palace. Utterance
302 of the Pyramid texts found on the Northern face of Unas’ pyramid
also provides a link that may exist between the heliacal rising of
Sirius and Ursa Major.
With Arcturus the Guardian of the Ursa bear of which the Chateau
is the Pole star of the constellation, I wonder that I may be right
that the Gothic Cathedral reflecting it on the ground is indicative
of also being its guardian, and therefore would also be guardian of
the ‘treasure’ that Rennes announced to the world via the priest
Sauniere.
Copyright by Callum Jensen ('Dan Green').
Presented with permission of the author.
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Glastonbury Tor - Did a Portal Open on 26/02/07
by Dan Green (Callum Jensen)
The Tor at Glastonbury is a natural 520’ conical hill set in the
Somerset landscape, its legends and accolades are many ranging from
a faerie hill, the Entrance to the Underworld of King Gwyn Ap Nudd,
a global energy point where ley lines cross, and tales of people
being suddenly levitating whilst up there, as sworn by a group of
Buddhist monks in 1969.So many are these stories that is really is
difficult to attempt writing anything refreshingly new.
A book in
2005 by author Nicholas Mann who lives in the area, ‘The secret
energies of Glastonbury Tor’ goes some way to trying to explain with
a scientific approach electro-magnetic vortices at work, Can this
hill justify the wondrous tales of colored lights seen emanating
from it, earth lights that can spiral, the least optical phenomenon
associated with any self respecting fairy hill?
I personally know of two friends, who, individually on separate
occasions have experienced what they describe as a ‘beam’ come down
from the sky and pass from their head right through their body. And
so it goes on!
The opening of a Portal?
Close up of Portal
If it is an energy point then one fact that people of Glastonbury
can’t be denied is that every year the rock music festival that
first started in 1970 now draws into to the small town approximately
180,000 visitors camping out over its three days in June every year
- that’s a lot of energy to soak up! Now, as much as I would like to
dismiss all these tales as mere romance and declare the hill simply
that - a hill and nothing more - I have to admit on a personal level
that I can’t! Since 1984 I have had and have a strange relationship
with this hill, like no other place I have visited, it is almost as
if it draws me to it. And if that were true in any sense, for what
purpose? I first went there at about 4pm on October 30th 1984,
approaching the ascension from the far end of the Tor.
As I began the steep climb, a small breezy wind came out of
nowhere, growing stronger and stronger as I made my way up. By the
time I had reached the top, it was blowing a private gale! ‘Some
welcoming committee’, I thought to myself, as in those days I was
well immersed in Theosophy and how geographical areas can have
elemental guardians called Devas, or landscape angels. The Tor is
associated with a wind that can whip up and can even blow people
from its summit. Accepting this baptism, I returned again that night
as had been my original intention, setting off up there at 11.30pm
and intending to stay until the hours moved into 31st of All Hallows
Eve where we are assured the veil between worlds thin, as far as our
calendar is concerned. As an impressionable, young scientifically
minded intrepid and investigator, where better to be at a time where
worlds may merge, than upon a faerie hill! With the absence of any
wind, I was no sooner up there when a silent silver streak at a
height of above four feet above my head flashed from left to right a
short distance! Minutes later, along came more phenomena – a speedy
bombardment on either side of the top of the slopes of what I must
describe as grey ‘ping-pong’ balls, lasting only moments! I have
since learned that other people have also used the same term
‘ping-pong balls’ to relate their own similar experiences! A silent
silver flash and a bombardment of ping-pong balls, all within
minutes of being up there...at the tender age of 28, I was fast
beginning to learn that Glastonbury Tor IS more than just an average
high mass of land! I stayed a further two hours that cold early
morning with naught else to report despite my hopeful and sincere
intonations directed at the Archangel Michael whose tower sits upon
the very top, calling him by his magical names of
Mikaal-Sabbathiel-Beshtar, (everything worth a try for more
pyrotechnical response!) returning through the wispy streams of mist
at 5am in the morning for one last effort.
Since that first acquaintance with the Tor, I have visited many
times in all seasons, with and without people, all times of the days
and in all weathers whenever the opportunity has arose, with nothing
out of the ordinary to report. At the time I would seek so-called
paranormal experiences as they seemed to excite - stationed up hills
that can potentially emit sudden strange lights is a lot better than
your typical average evening television viewing! The more I read
sensible investigations into ‘earth lights’ and the fine book of
that title by Paul Devereux, the more I was beginning to accept this
as the rationale behind most if not all of the stories associated
with the Tor. Without evidence, you can only listen with wonder at
anecdotal stories and should stick to you own direct empirical
experiences, as others are perfectly entitled to with my own
offerings. Having said that, one story did trouble my comfortably
settling in theory. I received an email from a previous Mayor of
Glastonbury who one night saw a reddish orange light appear ABOVE
the Tor and sink into the summit, not come out of it! He was
convinced it had been the usual understanding of a ‘spaceship/Ufo’.
Sinking INTO the Tor? Over the years since the sixties and to this
current day, there have been a number of Ufo sightings associated
with above Glastonbury Tor, and amongst the many colored light
sightings this orangey-red does seems to be the most common. I
wondered if this could have anything to do with the fact that high
up on the Tower is a carving, I’m not sure why, of the Phoenix, or
Fire Bird. Maybe the Collective Unconscious had been at work there
influencing the mind of the carver. The Phoenix rises from the
ashes, and so I smile at the synchronicity of knowing that at the
foot of the Tor since the seventies, lives the Arthurian author
Geoffrey Ashe.
The Phoenix upon the Michael's Tower
With all this in my mind, I wondered if it could be possible to
dare attempt to pick up any aerial phenomenon on film, and so after
last visiting the Tor in 1997 I returned in 2005 this time, and for
the very first time in all my visits, armed with a camera (non
digital as I learn this goes against critical analysis of phenomenon
on photos). At this point, let me clarify the situation for you.
Here I am on my own embarking up what has to be my favorite spot on
earth, having been t here numerous times in all weathers, seasons
and times of the day - it simply doesn’t matter, as nothing can
affect that strange awe and respect I have always held for this
mound. The notion in my mind was to impress upon the Tor could I
possibly ‘be allowed’ something to pick up on camera. This of course
would imply that such a thing could happen. How? Well, for an answer
to that one you will have to bear with my preferred belief that, in
harmony with Gaia Hypothesis, the earth can be a living, thinking
organism and biosphere. That Nature can hear and think, and may even
respond to an earnest request. Some will find this ‘far out’ to
which I respond, what gives people the authority to assume the world
to be as they think it? Sometimes the ‘way out’ is the way in!
Having made my thoughts known to anything that may exist to hear and
respond to them, I was approximately two-thirds up the Tor when
something strange happened. I was awash with a great irrational fear
that was so strong my reaction was to want to turn back and rush off
down the Tor! But what about my attempted photography that I had
travelled 223 miles to Somerset to experiment? Who cares, I could
only think of resorting to what us British refer to as ‘doing a
runner’ – a swift retreat! Now, my ego must inform you, this is NOT
my style – I run away from nothing, neither have I ever suffered
what are called ‘panic attacks’, and yet this term certainly
describes what had happened to me. However, I steadied myself and
sat down a while, then eventually continued my way back up the
remaining distance to the top, with tourists on either side unaware
of how I was still filled with this awful trepidation.
Once up there I took my pictures and was content to come away
from Glastonbury Tor as swiftly as I could. All the while up there I
remained filled with a fear that I have never experienced in my life
or ever dreamt I could. What on earth had happened to me? Perhaps a
part of the strange answer involves the series of dark aerial dots
that were captured on film, moving themselves about. There was
nothing in the sky to declare at the time the shutter snapped, no
birds, planes, not a thing, but on sensitive film that can be known
to capture images beyond the human eye were the dots. Better than
that, to the right at the back of the Michael tower, a peculiar
cross-shaped object had appeared! Critics who weren’t there will
invariably cite a bird or a plane, some have even said an insect(!),
but I repeat there was nothing in the clear sky, and this essay is
not for the critics, but for those who also suspect there may be
more than meets the eye, literally, concerning this famous hill. In
2007, I returned again in June to the Tor hoping to repeat the
experiment, actually having filed the fear-filled attack away as a
puzzling ‘blip’ on the radar. It wasn’t even fresh in my fading
memory – which some may find as hard to believe as the
manifestations – when I began my familiar ascent from the Chalice
Lane end. Incredibly, and at the EXACT same place point up the
winding path as before, it happened to me again, and just as
frightening. I repeated my immediate thought of the earlier year,
“I’m off!’ having to freeze to the spot in order not to do a runner!
As before, I eventually managed some degree of composure to reach
the tower and to take more photographs in the clear blue and
uninterrupted sky with that horrendous fear of trepidation never
leaving me for a moment. The best description I can offer is a
feeling that I was just about to drift off weightlessly above! With
the camera fulfilling its 27 exposure, I was more than pleased to
legitimately retreat. There were more dots appearing on the pix
again, but most amazingly, the cross-shaped ‘Ufo’ object had
re-appeared in EXACTLY the same position! In 2008 it was a sunny
June again, and this time I was more than apprehensive about the
twice inexplicable panic that had filled me at the same spot the two
years running, and for good reason when in rushed the by now
familiar alarm at the same point of ascension, only this time it was
worse than the last two combined. I WAS going to run off this time
for sure! In what was fast becoming a tradition I didn’t, and
continued after a long period to the plateau to use the film up.
Now, this time, when eventually up there, I felt rather calmer,
quite bearable. Two friends accompanying me knew nothing of my
earlier traumas or what I was experiencing now. The developed film
heralded no phenomenon. Desperately trying to make sense of this
trio of adventures I could only return to a dependency on the Gaia
Theory – had my thoughts and intent been received and part of the
‘deal’ was that in order to be granted manifestations I would have
to forfeit an ordeal? Or could it not have been avoided? How could I
know, leaving me only to record the incidents and leave it at that.
In August 2009 I ascended the Tor by my usual route, with two
relatives who were aware of my previous troubles. In order to change
the factors involved, I brought no camera and was seeking no
photographs of any nature. Both my daughter and grandson were
shocked when I informed them – at the same spot as the prior three
years – that I could go no further! Leaving them to continue alone,
I sat there looking at the tower in the distance and saying to
myself, “I can never reach up there again!’, as that was how my
feelings were translating. How could I accept never being able to
visit my favorite ever spot, even though I now had to accept that
this overpowering apprehension was now part of my equation? After
the customary time lapse, angry with myself, I came up with the idea
to climb down off the path to the left and along one of the
embankments some way and then continue back up the steep side to the
path again. I managed this and could continue the remainder of the
walk where I again felt quite calm at the top of the Tor. My theory
of being ‘granted’ photos for a ‘forfeit’ clearly didn’t fit. My
daughter took a picture of the spot where for consecutive years
approaching the Tor from Chalice Well I reached an area that against
all probability and rationale forbade me to cross! It’s tempting to
suggest this could be some sort of weird Tor energy ‘force field’
that I had now developed a sensitivity to? I have applied all logic
to these adventures. Had I suddenly at my age developed acrophobia,
a sort of fear of heights? No, my physiology did not meet the
criteria anywhere near enough, and there were no physical symptoms
at all such as dizziness, heart palpitation or lack of breath.
Nothing but that irrational ‘panic attack’.
A part of me found this most ironical, as during the 80’s in
conjunction with my understanding of the Collective Unconscious I
had conducted, with great success, psychological experiments with
the archetype of the nature god Pan, whose presence instills instant
panic! The rustic image of this half man-half goat Greek god was
shamelessly stolen by the Christian Church and used to represent
their Satan devil figure. Such echoes of dipping into, arguably, the
realm of magick, were far from my mind, but was the archetypical
energy of the god - in myth Overseer of the faery realm - awaiting
me at the Tor? The following day, again changing the factors
involved in the total equation, I ascended from the other available
path at the far end of the Tor with my grandson and Glastonbury
resident Mike Chenery. This way up is quicker, but much steeper.
Apprehensively all the way, I made it up there without a fault!
I had arranged to meet with Mike, for he too has an amazing story to
tell, and again, I will tell it for those who can find it a
possibility that the Tor is simply more than just a steep hill.
However, it is a sad fact that in this world of computer wizardry
there is very little that cannot be faked in the way of photographs,
which makes it nigh on impossible for people like Mike and myself,
with genuine unlikely pix, to be taken seriously. On February 26th
2007 at 4.33pm on a bright day Mike was walking up Chalice Orchard
Lane when his attention was drawn to the fact that all the singing
birds had suddenly stopped their song. This stillness and suspension
reminds me of what occurs at the time of a solar eclipse when birds
become temporarily disorientated. He was now at a gate that provides
a vantage point view of one of the unarched sides of the tower.
Casually looking up he saw a dazzling white ‘something’ that, in his
words, ‘glided’ a short distance from within the tower. At first it
showed itself as thin but then moved its perspective facing Mike’s
direction and in doing so widened, rather like at first being as a
door seen sideways on and then full frontal. As he always carries a
camera during his numerous excursions, he only just found the time
to take a picture and then the apparition that had only lasted
seconds, simply ‘popped off’!! There had been nobody else up on the
Tor at the time. The result on his digital camera confirmed what he
had seen with his own eyes, a spectre of some definition, but what
could it have been?
For some clues to this mystery I have taken a closer look at the
carvings that appear on the front of the Tor. My contention places
firm belief that specific works of architecture are often brought
about by the Collective Unconscious working through an unsuspecting
human agency that if interpreted correctly can afford us clues to
something of a hidden value. I find it intriguing that the highest
carving on the tower is that of the Phoenix, a bird of Arabia so
called owing to it possession of a scarlet color – the color that is
most prominent in the weird earth light displays. The Phoenix also
represents immortality, life after death and mystical rebirth. So
why should this be above the Tor? Below it to the left we see St
Michael and the devil, weighing souls. To their right is St Bridget
milking a cow.
St Bridget carving on Tower
Bridget was originally the Celtic, and possibly pre-Celtic,
goddess Brighde. Her earliest representations associate her with
fire. Why too should she be situated there, is it because both
Bridget and Phoenix have this red, fire association? It is said that
the Gateway to the Underworld opens only on the days of a fire
festival, St Bridget having such a date on February 1st. Employing
the lost Mother Tongue language, a form of Esperanto that can link
up languages and sciences into a cybernetic fashion and revealed to
me by my autistic savant wife Avril, when we look at the name
‘Glastonbury’ we can see ‘Glass-stone-bury’ or ‘Glass stone ruby’.
Is it that simple – a buried glass stone or buried glass ruby stone
is somehow associated with the Tor? Ruby, is of course, a pure
transparent (as would be a glass stone) red corundum. The key word
here may be ‘transparent’ from Latin ‘parere’ meaning ‘to appear’.
Back to Bridget-Brighde, and by consulting the phonetic, visual pun
and anagrammatic language of the Mother Tongue, try pronouncing the
name ‘Bridget’ without saying ‘Bridge shut’.
Are we drawing attention to a shut bridge? Bridge comes from the
old English ‘bryg’ and a ‘brig’ is a two masted, square rigged
vessel from the word ‘brigantine’. Does this ship have a porthole?
Or, does this ‘spaceship’ have a ‘portal’? Looking closer at the
word ‘bridge’ we find that it is anything that connects across a gap
or makes an electrical connexion between, and its synonyms include;
arch, link, connexion, connect. Under enlargement, the dazzling
white shape caught on camera shows an outline not unlike a tomb
headstone and I wonder if we are seeing the actual archetype and
origin for such a structure, something of an arch whereby the soul
will pass through to liably voyage beyond. The dazzling bright white
reminds me of the descriptions seen down a tunnel in near death
experiences. Is this, indeed a time-space Portal, a normally ‘bridge
shut’ and place of mystical rebirth of the Phoenix? Can such a
Portal exist on Glastonbury Tor and is this what Mike Chenery has
photographed physically opening for a few moments of our known time?
Is the Michael tower with its two-sided arch you can walk through
and out, a physical living unconscious memory of a replica,
dimensional Portal? For some liable confirmation and a startling
conclusion, my interpretation returns to the stonework images on the
tower that I believe to have provided by that Collective Unconscious
confirming the presence of a Portal. We see Michael and the Pan-like
figure of the devil weighing souls on a weighing scale, the devil
having a foot on his scale attempting to weigh it down. The key
words here are ‘Scales’ and ‘Way’ (phonetic of ‘weigh’). ‘Way’ means
‘passage’, and ‘scales’ in musical composition is a progression of
single notes upwards or downwards in steps.
The Devil weighing souls
The imagery of the devil tipping down his scale is to draw
reference to the infamous augmented 4th, or ‘Devil’s Chord’,
prohibited by the church in the 12th century. My friend the Scottish
author Brian Allen has evidenced in his own work ‘Rosslyn, between
two worlds’ a belief that there is a Portal contained within Rosslyn
Chapel and that this devil’s chord is a key and sound frequency
involved in opening the Portal. I smile when I recall how the devil
was always represented holding a pitch-fork which I think we now can
more correctly view as an acoustic resonating tuning fork which can
be used to emit a pure musical tone. The pan pipes, or syrinx, of
the god Pan also involve specific acoustic octave properties. As
Allen suggests, does a specific frequency or harmonic note, along
with this devil’s chord, provide the science that opens a Portal? It
should therefore be no surprise that Glastonbury has this entwined
musical connexion with its annual festival. We return next to the
carved image of St Bridget seen milking a cow with a pitcher, the
musical term for pitch means to ‘set in a key.’ With Bridget we are
inviting in a ‘bridge’, which in classical music is also known as a
‘transition’, the word meaning ‘a passage from one place’. Through
the Portal... the mystical re-birth of the Phoenix allegory?
With the wonder and revelation of synchronicity in mind, a
bridge, in music, is formally known as a bridge-passage......
Copyright Dan Green 2011
Presented with permission of the author.
‘Youtube – ‘The Spectre on Glastonbury Tor’
Pix copyright and courtesy of Mike Chenery
Callum Jensen (Dan Green - author of 'The Lincoln Da Vinci Code'
and 'The Lincoln Da Vinci Code and the Mystery of Rennes-le-Chateau')
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