Dowsing and Defending

Dowsing and Defending

Perfect Pentillie


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I am always a bit concerned about people erecting modern megaliths, with or without dowsing input. There are too many cautionary tales about what can go wrong.  Consequently, I tend to give such constructions a wide berth.  However, as with all things dowsing, almost out of the blue, I received a request to have a dowse around just such a structure.

So it was that David & Mary Scofield and I found ourselves in a small green oasis between some standing stones and the TD gazebo, amid a veritable football-field full of Landrovers – it was Defender Day at Pentillie Castle.  The event was a bit surreal for me, but it was unexpectedly good weather, thankfully dry ground, and the turnout was impressive.   As the only hybrid driver amongst a whole army of off-roadsters, I did feel a little out of place but, as always with our craft, it pays to drive quietly with the flow.

Ted Coryton, owner of the Pentillie estate, situated on the lower western slopes leading down to the River Tamar, has erected a modest stone circle on a flat grassy promontory above his seventeenth century estate.  Its aim is to give the post-marital generations somewhere a bit different to engage in hand-fasting ceremonies.  It’s a commercial venture – with standing stones on a quite spectacular viewpoint attached.

Even during the pre-event recce, I found that the energies of the site had not been harmed by the erection of the new configuration – which was something of a relief.  Indeed, Mr Coryton’s outlier, which marks the direction of the midwinter solstice, is less than a metre off the centre of a ley that lines up, on a clear day, with distant Great Links Tor on northern Dartmoor.

As Defender Day itself progressed, the central energy strand of the ley widened right up to very edge of the circle itself.  Billy Gawn would not be surprised that a ‘sacred site’, albeit a new one, was ever so slightly off the ley alignment.

The quality of the energy in the circle has not been materially changed by the arrival of the stones, probably because a pre-existing earth energy spiral remains intact within the formation.  Interestingly, it has moved a little to the south west since the stones have arrived, but my dowsing indicated that it would eventually settle down again slightly off-centre.

Given the remarkable location, I had expected to find the remains of an ancient circle, long since recycled into field boundaries or the walls of farm buildings – but no.  The only remanence of pre-historic hardware was the site of a solitary standing stone, a little to the south west of the new circle.   Even that was neither on the ley nor the energy spiral – and this, I have to admit, was a little surprising.  It was, however, the point from which a series of ancient lines of consciousness, presumably sight lines, still reach out to the surrounding peaks – from Kit Hill in the north west, through Brent Tor and the more massive peaks of mid-Dartmoor, including the massive TV mast on North Hessary, right round to shimmering Plymouth Sound, beyond the Tamar Bridge to the south. Circumstantial evidence for a former Bronze-age or even Neolithic viewpoint maybe, but pretty conclusive for all that.

Finding a site guardian for the 21stcentury enterprise was a bit of a surprise. How could a pristine, and essentially secular, venture have a protective spirit already?  But there it was, not ‘fully formed’, but developing with the circle and its emerging activities.   Christopher Strong’s appreciation of how the spiritual world is just another way of visualising the ripples and intricacies of the information matrix that we inhabit comes to mind.  We change and adapt our environment and the information background responds, even to the point of observing, protecting and overseeing those changes and their intentions.

Mary found that the evolving Guardian was in fact a former inhabitant of Pentillie from some centuries beforehand.  Far from being miffed by the arrival of apparently random lumps of granite and hundreds of Landrovers, he seemed pleased that someone was taking an interest in the area, and trying to do something positive with it.

While we were not overwhelmed with punters, our visit did take a new twist when one particularly sensitive lady (who we later discovered had a family history of mediumship) found a sweet spot in the circle.  My more academic approach struggled to decipher her revelation, until I reached the ‘entity’ question.  Thankfully the entity concerned, who had apparently been there since a time before time, was entirely benevolent, and probably actually added to the general ambience of the site.  The lady was, even more thankfully, unperturbed – and both she and her husband took note of our website address.

Classically, those who did come to visit us were a complete cross section of the general public, from digger drivers, who ‘used their rods every day’ – and seemed mildly amused that we needed to explain such basics to the world at large – to baggage-free youngsters, who took to it like a duck to water.  I had an amusing exchange with one very bright young lad, to whom I tried to couch the idea of geological cracks in the ground in infant school terminology, only to be told that I seemed to indicating that we might be looking for fault lines – quite.  So that’s what they teach kids in school these days.

In between, there were people from all walks of life, who just happened to have a 4×4, as often as not children and dogs, and needed somewhere a bit different to go on a surprisingly sunny spring Sunday here in the south west.

Many thanks to Derek and Mary for getting us this invitation – and to Ted Coryton for allowing us access, and for putting up with our eccentricities.

Nigel Twinn  Tamar Dowsers  April 2018

Pentillie Castle is a wedding and event venue (with a stone circle with panoramic views!)