The Other End of the Cerne Abbas Ley Line – Holwell Church near Sherborne, Dorset

I recently wrote about my experience at the Cerne Abbas giant: Healing Cerne Abbas Ley Line – Community Retreats.  Now time for a church at the other end of the Cerne Abbas ley line:  St. Lawrences, Holwell, located near Sherborne, Dorset.  Not to put a dampener of house prices in the hamlet but this church: tucked away off down some country lane as if going down a farm track, holds secrets and not good ones.

I had already driven to and been to St. Mary’s Redcliff in Bristol.  These church sites were following a theme – the slave trade.  St Mary’s Redcliff: where the slaves came in an were sorted; a church near Stonehenge where the slaves were bought and sold and another near Salisbury where the slave trade was seeded as a mechanism for making money.  For everything I ‘see’ I have to emotionally process and this stuff has not been easy.  I have children.  I also have children of African descent.

My first impression of the site was “This is no church”.  It was as if the bell tower had been stuck on to disguise what the place had truly been.  The yew tree was tired and depressed – I had never met such an unhappy tree.  This building was more like a fortress.  God knows why but there were still shackles just outside the gate.  The energy was grim and very sombre, I headed to the back of the grave yard.  A river ran nearby and the energy held a lovely gentleness in contrast to what stood before me.

The land was overgrown.  The church was locked (my first time I had encountered a locked church to date).  I couldn’t face door knocking and explaining my business, they’d only think I was a nut job.  I set to work and built my crystal grid and then (as usual) I listen.  Listen to the land, listen to souls, listen to the yew tree and try and make sense of what I see.

Another vortex in the ether, caused by the trauma of multiple souls.  I closed it down, releasing all the energies that come forth with.  The clean up job is speedy, thanks to incredible support form beyond (the veil).  The story of what I see is heartbreaking.

This site was a holding place, a prison, call it what you will.  The slaves were transported at night along the riverways.  They left less impression on the countryside this way.  This was a place where they were hidden, until they were ready to move them on.  The problem, however, was when.  Sometimes they stayed and stayed and stayed, until they starved.  This was no church, this was a place of immense suffering and the only witness still alive to tell the story was the yew.  Another heartbreaking story.  Another absent record in our history books.

I supported the souls to transition across the planes.  From the sixth to (mother) Mary in the seventh to back home in the eighth and ninth.  I sat.  I prayed.  I cried.  I sung.  I connected with those souls who needed more support.  Sometimes they want to converse.  Sometimes they just need some love.  Sometimes a friendly face.  I sat in the blistering heat of the midday sun day processing.  It was quiet and the site was still.  I see the souls in the form they once were, I feel their emotional state, their desperation, their desire to give it all up – the stories are heart breaking.  I reach a place of pure silence and no more suffering.

My reason for coming complete.  The yew was ready to move on.  He had seen enough; I asked the tree network to send healing.  For he said he had one more to wait for and their strength is unsurpassable.  Meanwhile, I collected up my crystals and go on my way.

This is not the first church site I have been to and it won’t be last.  I just hope and pray we can all find peace with the horrors of our history and the slave trade being an aspect of this.  That week, supporting my children with their healing, ancestral healing arises for one of my children.  (Ancestral Healing: Healing For The Future Generations – Community Retreats) Eleven generations down – an ancestor in chains gives up the will to live on the way to boats when marched or dragged across the East African lands.  My children and their ancestor are Haya tribe from the shores of Lake Victoria.  We weave light through the generations; we pass love to one another.  We forgive and we let go.