The definition of a boundary is a real or imagined line that marks the edge or limit of something. Boundaries create perimeters in more than just a physical sense, including the emotional, psychic and spiritual realms. The primary function then of any boundary holder is to distinguish where an entity begins and ends. In the human body for example our skin defines the physical perimeter, and this semi permeable wall along with our invisible emotional, mental and psychic boundaries, maintain our safety and our well-being. Synergistically these rings of defense form a barrier to prevent invasion or infiltration from external forces, thereby preserving our health and vitality. If this complex defense mechanism is weakened or lacking then there is great danger of contamination.
As easy as it may be to overstep an invisible perimeter, it takes great self- awareness, discipline and power to maintain the defense rings that protect our personal energetic space. Most of us at some time or other will fall short of retaining a healthy boundary with another, as the desire for intimacy sees us bringing down our guard to merge platonically, sexually, and spiritually with a partner. On the flip side we may have created such impenetrable boundaries out of fear or denial that there can be no intimacy, rendering us physically safe, yet emotionally detached and spiritually isolated. More often than not we don’t realize until it’s too late that we have taken on the toxicity of another, who may or may not have consciously meant us harm.
There exist toxic places as well as people, and like any poison once it breaks through the main frame much damage can be done. This leads to a quick or slow demise, and in worst cases an indistinguishable death. When it comes to our exposure to dark, malicious intent then there is a great need to create permanent boundaries for self protection and preservation. Accordingly wherever the land has been besieged or manipulated by occult forces, then there is real cause for containment.
As a young child growing up in UK my first experience of an occult force was up at ‘The Ring’ on Chanctonbury Hill. Decades later after having left my country of origin to live in USA I was to find my way back to this toxic zone, picking up on this dark thread where I had left off all those years ago. The account that follows concerns both real and invisible boundaries and how psychic contamination can accrue from being exposed to land or a person that is energetically negative, dark and toxic.
My first re-encounter with Chanctonbury Ring, November 1st 2014
I’d like to state for the record, once again that I have never studied Wicca or any dark occult practice, nor have I ever belonged to a coven or magical order. All my life I’ve had a keen fascination for alchemy, astrology, shamanism, and mythology, and to that end I have read and discovered a wealth of knowledge in these fields and sought tuition in all but alchemy. I have been called many things in an attempt to categorize what I am and do, and let’s face it if I’d been born in an earlier era no doubt I’d have already been burnt at the stake for my heresy.
The most accurate description I can offer is that I am an intuitive healer who is mastering the applications of magick through the process of transmutating dark energies stored in the memory of land and place. The ceremonies I conduct involve prayer, meditation, energy, song, offerings, and giveaways, all combined with purposeful intention under powerful planetary alignments, and of course with myself as the living resonant container of energy amplified from charging up at power spots on this Earth. I do not summon demons or ghosts. Nor do I encourage or have any desire to see, hear or speak to any of them, unless of course this is what comes through- so far this is not how it’s worked for me. I do however feel and acknowledge their existence and offer light, love and healing in areas that have become traumatized through being aligned to darkness, or evil as some might call it. In my ceremonies I invite the spirit of the ancestors and other benevolent beings from different realms to assist in the healing process, and I remain open to any wisdom they impart or guidance they wish to share.
As I am not a historian, scientist or archeologists all the facts and myths I disclose here are based on others research in line with how I have intuited and ‘felt’ out the energies and spirits of place. I approach areas of energetic contamination with an open mind and with no deep research prior to my visiting any place, so that my sensors can go to work without any predisposed ideas.
Chanctonbury Ring viewed from Ashington, February 2015
I’ll share too that I have learned through my trials and various attempts in exorcising, or rather neutralizing demonic timelines, that when working with the light one must respect the dark, and for more than just being the polar opposite. Some may argue this, but I believe darkness has a right to exist as much as the light, since without the dark the nature and essence of the light is indistinguishable, it does then serve an important function and purpose, at least in this dualistic dimension. The trouble ensues of course when the darkness emanates evil intent and is manipulated to purposefully harm. Protection must be sought through all means possible, and if you are a light worker, healer, shaman or earth steward then you will intuitively know what it takes to contain and protect the rest of the world from such malevolence.
Prayers, herbs, spirit helpers, magick, incantation, ritual offerings, meditation, benevolent intention can all be facilitated to block negative energy, and set up invisible boundaries to protect those that are susceptible to the transmission of such dark energy. The radiation from a dark beacon can have long term debilitating effects on whole generations of communities of people, animals, and plants with of course the land too warped from its original energetic blueprint. Land such as this has been initiated into malevolence through dark spells, rituals and sacrifice. Earth and water store and record such events and these imprints become part of the memory of place. Besides this there are past timelines that may remain energetically active and can be psychically felt by anyone sensitized to the effects of trauma. And as like attracts like it is not so hard to imagine then how layer upon layer throughout history can manifest incredible darkness; all of which I should add can be manipulated and further enhanced through the application of ritual magick. Such is the layered nature of the earth energy up on top of Chanctonbury Hill – the location of ‘The Ring’ in my home county of W. Sussex.
‘The Ring’ viewed from Ashington, February 2015
My extra sensory perception tells me that its natural and potent earth energy was hijacked by occult forces, transforming it into a beacon of darkness. Whether or not the transmission of negative energy was a deliberate act, or a repercussion of what was activated within ‘The Ring,’ I cannot say for sure. All I can relate is that having tracked this energy for a number of years I’m certain that the negative broadcast is real, and from its position on top of the ridge way the transmission is likely to extend for its full length of 100 miles. Chanctonbury Ring overlooks the weald of the Wiston estate inland from the sea, with the closest villages of Steyning (my hometown), Ashington, Bramber and Upper Beeding all visible from ‘The Ring’.
Steyning viewed from the South Downs
This local landmark features a crown of beech trees, which were planted on top of Chanctonbury Hill in 1760 by a young man named Charles Goring who owned the Wiston Estate just to the east. It is said that 365 trees were planted altogether, representing of course each day of the calendar year, and that the trees were watered and tended by Charles himself and his staff, which no doubt incurred the laborious task of carrying water up the steep hill.
The beech tree, or Eamancholl in Celtic is a sacred tree of wisdom and magick, yet in later times when superstitions ran high, beech trees were employed as protection against fairies. Back in ancient times beech wood was made into tablets and used like paper for writing, hence the trees association with language, literature and books, while in magick it was used for binding spells. The beech relates to the elements earth and air and associated with the planet Saturn; ruling over time, karmic justice and all matter. Saturn in astrology is also the stoic boundary holder which corresponds to the astronomy that reveals Saturn’s many visible rings. This particular species of tree can act as a spiritual helper in letting go of the past and fixed ideas, so as to reveal ancient knowledge and the workings of destiny. The current herbal use of Beech tincture in Bach Flower Remedies is effective against mental rigidity, fault finding, intolerance, arrogance and lack of sympathy. I often wonder if Charles Goring was aware of the symbolism of the tree he chose to plant on top of Chanctonbury Hill and whether his true mission was to create a ‘sacred grove,’ rather than just being enamored by the visions of his physical undertaking, or his legacy as founder of a beautiful and memorable landmark for generations to come. All that has beeen deduced is that he was an avid lover of trees.
“Oh! could I live to see the top,
In all its beauty dressed,
The time’s arrived; I’ve had my wish,
And lived to eighty-five.”
I’m certain that for any visionary, mystic or spiritually inclined person like myself, this ring of trees propagated up on high ground holds great potential as a ‘sacred grove’. Sadly its structural vitality, wholeness and circular integrity was compromised after the beeches reached maturity. Most of the trees that comprised the original ring were blown down during the hurricane of October 1987, seeing the complete annihilation of the inner crop of trees while the outer circle was mysteriously spared. The beech trees were replanted thereafter, however there’s still a long way to go before they mature and create the density of the original outcrop.
Chanctonbury Ring present day
Long before this hill was reputed for its crown of beech trees, back in ancient times it was first the site of an Iron Age fort. All that remains now of its original structure is the earthwork container comprising of a roughly oval shaped outer ring measuring about 550ft by 400ft with an allowance for two entrances in the south-west and east. Originally the wall and ditch were white chalk, but now the stone is concealed by a green grass mantle. Pottery and animal bones that were excavated suggest the fort was built in the 6th to 5th centuries BC.
Following the decline of this era this locale then became the site of a Roman Temple between the 1st to 4th century, and thought to be dedicated to the God Mithras – the Roman God of soldiers, light, truth and honor. Mithras-worship in the Roman Empire was characterized by images of the god slaughtering a bull as well as depictions of his birth from a rock. Worshippers of Mithras had a complex system of seven grades of initiation and partook in communal ritual meals, calling themselves syndexioi, meaning those “united by the handshake” and they met in underground temples, called mithraea. The temple at Chanctonbury appears to have looked towards the east, to the sunrise through the entrance of the earthwork ring. Ancient remnants of buildings were found only few inches below the surface and further excavations in the 1970’s revealed a pit that contained early Iron Age pottery, animal and human bones, plus a piece of granite originating from Cornwall, as well as Neolithic flint work. Bones of a man (carbon dated to 960- 1280 CE) were later discovered beneath a fallen tree after the great storm.
The earthwork on south west side
Chanctonbury Ring is infamous for countless myths and legends including ghosts, fairies, witches, Druids and UFO’s. Some sort of altar was found in 1979 in the form of a 5 pointed star made of flints within a circle of flints, giving credence to the stories that ‘The Ring’ was used for occult purposes. It is said too that the astrologer Prince Agasicles Syennesis the Carian, made Chanctonbury Ring his night haunt in the early 17th century to survey the stars. Apparently the Prince died in ‘The Ring’ after tracing on a chart in charcoal the words “Sepeli, ubi cecidi” (“Bury me where I have fallen”). The infamous occultist Aleister Crowley and one of his disciples, and longterm lover Victor Neuberg both believed Chanctonbury to be “a place of power”, although there is no evidence to support that they ever performed any rituals there. Considering the Saturnian themes historically presented in the practical application and worship on this piece of land, as well as symbolism of the beech trees, I could see Crowley’s attraction for conjuring magick at Chanctonbury, even without there being a powerful natural ley or vortex.
In the early 1900’s Victor Neuberg lived in Vine Cottage next to Saxon Cottage on Church St. in Steyning and through his ‘Vine Press” he published various poems, one of which describes a youth being ecstatically burnt alive in a Druidic sacrifice at ‘The Ring’.
Church St. Steyning
Saxon Cottage next door to Vine Cottage, Church St.
Chanctonbury Ring is also acclaimed to be the site of many hauntings with multiple reports of ghost horses along with the figure a white-bearded old man who is reputed to be the ghost of a Druid searching for lost treasure, or perhaps a Saxon killed at the battle of Hastings.
Doreen Valiente – the mother of modern witchcraft described Chanctonbury Ring as the meeting place of an ancient coven (the oldest in Britain) that predated the revival. She described that the group worshiped an unidentified earth mother and sky father, and performed rites without modern magical tools and paraphernalia. According to the Sussex witch it was custom for the locals to watch the sunrise on May morning at the top of the hill. These days, Chanctonbury Ring Morris Men carry on that tradition by dancing in the May Morning at dawn.
Steyning Bowl shrouded in mist along the River Adur
During the 60’s and 70’s there were reports of many UFO sightings at Chanctonbury and in 1967 (the year I was born), a group of university students who planned to make audio and photographic recordings over night were inexplicably frightened away. The following year on June 15th the Sussex Sky Watchers conducted a night vigil and in the early hours of the next morning one of the group members who ventured into the trees suddenly lost the use of his arms and legs and fell to the ground. Others that came to his aide also suffered the same consequence. Then a few years later, during the night of August 24th 1974 a member of the Ghost and Psychic Investigation group was lifted several feet off the ground, whilst walking through the center of ‘The Ring’. Apparently his levitation lasted for several seconds and he appeared in great pain crying out ‘No More! No More!’ before he dropped to the ground landing on his back. Such are the intriguing, dark and mysterious stories that exist throughout history of this power spot up on Chanctonbury Hill.
‘The Ring’ -viewed from The Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Warminghurst, W.Sussex
When I was a child my father relished in telling us such tales and spooky stories of how people mysteriously disappeared up at Chanctonbury Ring, leading to yet more hauntings of this already creepy place. He also recounted many tales of the devil, as it would appear Satan spent the majority of his time in the South of England getting up to much mischief as well donning the skills of an awesome and formidable landscaper!
Chanctonbury viewed from Devil’s Dyke, South Downs, W.Sussex
You can, it is said, summon the devil at Chanctonbury Ring by running around the clump of trees seven times backwards, or in an anti-clockwise direction without stopping on a dark, or moonless night. The devil will appear and offer a bowl of soup and if you accept he will claim your soul, or grant your greatest wish. There is a theory that the devil’s offering may be related to the pagan Romans and their ritual meals held in the temple dedicated too Mithras. In another account it is said that if you run only 3 times around the ring a lady on a white horse will appear, but it is unclear whether she is a benevolent entity or another ghostly apparition.
Facing south from the earthwork
I still recall walking up the Downs with my family on the weekends and anticipating the ominous dark thicket of trees. Back then ‘The Ring’ was so dense it was pitch black inside, with no space between trunk or twig for sunlight to enter. To be honest my Dads stories gave me the chills and I never did venture inside, but remained on the outside looking in all the while my imagination running amuck. The most eerie part of it was that no matter how windy it was up on the crest of this hill there was absolutely no sound within the ring of trees. I recall it was so deadly quiet you could hear a pin drop. Indeed it was the strangest phenomena, as if the trees somehow acted like a forest blocking out all outside forces and rendering it a still point at the center of a hidden vortex.
Facing east from inside the earthwork
I expect the last time I ventured with my family to Chanctonbury Hill was back in the late 70’s, and after my immigration to USA in the 90’s there was a long gap of close to 4 decades before I was to revisit my roots. In some weird twist of fate I found myself back in W. Sussex in 2014 after I was first reunited with my family, and then with a man I had first met at school. In all our romantic unions we would travel to ancient sacred sites as well as hike the South Downs. I remember very clearly our first trek up to Chanctonbury on February 21st 2015, as my first impressions were entirely different than how I’d imagined it after all those years away. I hadn’t seen ‘The Ring’ after the devastation of the great storm, which was incidentally that same hurricane I wound up in Cornwall precariously perched on a cliff top in a tent on Gurnard’s Head, right in the vicinity of the Mên-an-Tol monument.
View of Ashington and Thakeham from Chanctonbury Hill
The day I returned to ‘The Ring’ escorted by my ex, the drama high up in the sky was befitting of how powerfully evocative this reunion was for me. A procession of giant cumulus clouds cast ominous dark shadows across the panoramic landscape, intermittently breached by bursts of brilliant light illuminating the surrounding patchwork of fields and woods. Radiant sunbeams cascaded through the thin skeletal beech trees of the inner ring, making it appear less foreboding than I’d imagined. In retrospect I realize I was acting a bit blasé, since I really didn’t want to be afraid and chose to be brave instead.
At the circumference of the earthwork I didn’t as yet sense much in the way of any negativity emanating from the land, and so I deemed it safe for us to enter the inner ring. All went well until we traversed the western side, when suddenly we came across a dead sheep laid on her side, stiff in rigor mortis. Her abdomen, a tight bloated balloon of gas looked ready to explode, besides which a placenta and her entrails were hanging from her backside. This caught my attention immediately and sent chills through every fiber of my being. Not only because it was so visually shocking and macabre, but because there were no sheep in the vicinity other than those fenced off in the neighboring hills. My sensors instantly perked up and I knew this was a sign; a message that the darkness had not subsided here, but was still very much alive to this day.
The inner ring on February 21st 2015
Previous to our visit I’d also been reminded by my ex’s recounts of just how much drama and tragedy reigned in the community, extending from when I was a child even up until present day. His stories included tragic accidents, family dramas, suicides, murders, all shocking and disturbing in their frequency throughout the decades for such quaint and unassuming communities in the beautiful landscape of W. Sussex. It is a known and recorded fact that the suicide rate in Sussex (both East and West combined) is significantly higher than the national average. The towns most affected by the dark energy emanating from ‘The Ring’ are those in the immediate vicinity, and anywhere the beacon is visible up on the hill. In particular my hometown Steyning, and my ex’s home of Ashington. When I saw the dead sheep I knew I’d been called back to ‘The Ring’ as an adult, for the purpose of somehow figuring out a way to heal or exorcise the darkness of all the occult acts performed on this beacon.
Since my exit from UK two decades ago I’d gleaned quite a skill set in the healing arts, but even with my knowledge I still felt daunted by this task, and as I was to soon discover, incredible resistance to doing this work.
Viewing ‘The Ring’ together from the ridge way, Feb. 21st 2015
I don’t think I truly comprehended the breadth and depth to the nature of energetic boundaries until I began my studies in healing. Back in the 90’s in Tokyo I studied an ancient chiropractic art with Imoto Seitai. His primary teaching was to respect all life: the space and energetic field occupied by any living being. In the dojo and when practicing Setai (or otherwise) we were to pay particular attention to not accidentally bump into, or randomly touch any of our fellow students so as to maintain respectful boundaries. This was no easy feat in a tiny space packed with about 30 students all laying supine on the floor! Sensei taught us many exercises to internally gather vital energy, which in Japan is termed Ki. Then, when I began my Reiki studies here in NY this teaching was taken to a greater esoteric level. I quickly learned the hard way that I needed to protect myself when giving Reiki, from others ‘stuff’ as well as their physical symptoms. This is because as an empath I’m highly susceptible to picking up on everybody’s pain body, addictions and darkest thoughts. The only time I can bare being in crowds is when everyone is dancing, as I have no problem assimilating ecstatic energy!
It was after I treated a heroine addict without being informed of his addiction that I sought help as to how to best protect myself during treatments. I’ll never forget that night I lay wide awake, restless and scratching my entire body from a relentless itch, while the person I administered Reiki to slept like a baby! There are various methods to protect oneself from an energy transfer, and for cleaning up after the treatment has been administered. I still apply these methods when working out on the land and especially with occult time frames imprinted in the memory bank of powerful earth energy hubs such as Chanctonbury Ring.
Chanctonbury Ring February 21st 2015
In the extreme case of ‘The Ring’ I set about strengthening my psychic boundaries and defenses as well as devising a means to tackle this intensely negative energy. For the first year I wasn’t comfortable returning to the site after that first reunion, and so I worked on rearranging the energies from afar. I chose a plowed earthen field on some farmland between Thakeham and Ashington with ‘The Ring’ in plain sight up on the hill. My plan was to create ceremonies from a distance and attempt to intercept the beacon with as much light as I could muster. I conducted my first ceremony on March 20th 2015 rather auspiciously on the day of the solar eclipse as well as the vernal Equinox. As you may recall September of 2014 was the start of a new Shemitah Year and this happened in connection with a Tetrad of 4 Blood Moons that all occurred on Jewish feast days. This has happened just nine times since the time of Christ and this solar eclipse fell at the half way mark in this powerful Tetrad.
Thakeham, W. Sussex
For my first offering of healing for Chanctonbury I created a circle of protection drawn into the earth marked with the four feathers representing the cardinal directions of the medicine wheel. It was from inside this circle that I preformed a ceremony as well as meditated on how to work the energies back towards the light. With ‘The Ring’ just a few miles away up on the hill, I saw this circle in which I sat as a mirror image, likening it to its polar opposite. Shamanically this felt a lot to take on, but I forged ahead marking my territory and boundaries with feathers while I burned sage and invoked the Goddess. During this ceremony I used my quartz crystal (originally activated by the giant crystalline being of Council Rock), to convey the light towards the beacon from the center of the circular border.
Powering up with The Goddess, March 20th 2015
The medicine Wheel and ‘The Ring’ in the distance, March 20th 2015 Ceremony
After a pilgrimage to Stonehenge, Avebury and Glastonbury accompanied by my ex, I returned to Ashington and conducted the second ceremony on April 14th. It involved a crystal activation along with a blessing of rose petals and a purification ceremony with the water I’d collected from the sacred white spring that runs beneath the Tor in Glastonbury -considered the ancient Isle of Avalon. Sound therapy was not exactly what I had anticipated for this event, yet it became the major focus as my water bottle conspired to become the winds instrument. The magick making this time involved the 4 elements as well as a psychic process of overlaying energy upon energy with my sacred tools. I managed this by summoning the elements and connecting power sites through crystal activation, transmission and reception, all in an attempt to bring equilibrium to the dark forces at work. Neutralizing them I knew was a long shot, yet offering a new energy could certainly shift and stir things up in a positive way.
Crystal meditation April 14th 2015
Water blessing for the Earth and rose petals for the Goddess – April 14th 2015
Braving the cold winds for ceremony April 14th 2015
I returned to this same spot in the field for the last time on June 5th just 3 days after the New Moon and having just got back from our trip to Normandy, France. The field was now yielding a crop but I entered and mapped out the original spot offering feathers to the four directions. I placed the same feathers together in the center of a hollowed dip in the soil, and marked a circular boundary with a miniature ring of small stones. For the most part I tend towards working in the micro because this I have found to be the most effective, as what is subtle and unassuming can often become the most powerful in magick making. As I said prayers for ‘The Rings’ release from the dark spells and all the trauma the land had energetically retained, the sage burned steadily in the center of my magickal ring on the fertile soil of the farmers field.
Sage purification ceremony June 5th 2015
Ceremonial ring of stones and 4 black feathers, June 5th 2015
Being that I worked at such a distance, it is hard to say or prove even, whether any of my healing or prayers at this spot ever took effect. Nevertheless in spite of feeling my own resistance I continually returned to this same spot to rework the energies, to say prayers and give offerings.
At this point in time I should relate too that the reason I found myself frequently back in the vicinity of my hometown was because I’d entered into a relationship with this man from my school days and intermittently lived with him and his kids in Ashington. As I reentered into a living scenario much like my upbringing, my whole life became looped into one negative drama after another. Our romantic association had me embarking on an emotional roller coaster ride with intense highs and very desperate lows. The reason I stuck this out was not only because I loved him and his children, but because I knew that our karmic history together spanned many lives starting back in ancient times and that dark sorcery had linked us together since the very beginning of our soul connection. I’d really wanted to clean things up karmically beween us, and somehow transform the darkness that seemed attached to our union, just as I was attempting to do with ‘The Ring.’ I contemplated that perhaps there was a past connection for us both to Chanctonbury Hill, or that it was this type of negative energy broadcast that brought out the dark nature of our original relations from the past past. I had memory flash backs too of how I previously lost my life at least a couple of times through my intimate relations with him, as well as compromised myself and other innocents through my love and trust in him. There is no need to go in to great detail here other than to say that in this life he lured me back again into another grand deception, constantly betraying me until I felt I was trapped in the center of a confounding web of his self made delusions and deceit.
‘The Ring’ viewed from the land surrounding Ashington, June 5th
My parting from him in the spring from Sussex to return to work in The Hamptons, NY for the high season was taxing on both of us, yet for him it was always his deep insecurities and lack of conviction that lead him astray, looking for the perks and emotional safety net in another woman obviously in closer proximity than myself. It was during the first summer apart, after I stopped my healing circles for ‘The Ring’ that tragedy struck once again in the W. Sussex community.
Just a few miles south east of Chanctonbury a horrific airshow crash on Aug 22nd. 2015 in Shoreham- by- sea claimed 11 lives, while 16 others were injured. This freak accident at the tiny local airport was shocking and devastating. And most bizarre of all was that the pilot of the vintage plane actually survived the accident after crashing onto a busy dual carriageway taking out countless cars and their passengers. Of course I immediately got in touch with my ex and his family as well as friends to make sure non of them were among the casualties. This was an unprecedented event on a national level, and something that hit home hard with the realization that for me there was still major healing work ahead. On a personal note, as a family back in the 70’s and 80’s we would always drive through Shoreham airport, not only because it was a short cut to the beach but because it was such a thrill to watch the planes land and take off. I still feel nostalgic when I think of this place and of course the tragic air disaster feels so terribly out of synch with my joyful memories.
Upon my return to UK in the winter of 2016 I stayed for a longer period. Having reconciled after the second break up with my ex, I was back to living part time with him as well as in Swanage, Dorset with my brother. During my time residing back in Ashington I felt called to physically return to ‘The Ring’. I didn’t like the idea one bit, but I knew the next part of the healing mission was to pluck up the courage and stamina to honor the work directly on location. Even though I sensed that this could be a very bad idea, there just seemed no other way but to confront the darkness head on this time.
Chanctonbury Ring viewed from Wiston, February 16th 2016
On February 16th 2016 I made the long trek from Ashington through Wiston and then up the steep slope of the South Downs. I sought spiritual back up from my sister trinity for my protection as I was filled with trepidation. As I walked the ridge way in the direction of ‘The Ring’ I sensed tremendous light energy behind me. It felt as if I had a luminous white procession of ancestors, angels and spirit helpers all backing me up as I approached the circumference. I summoned as much extra protection I could muster and as I walked inside the boundary of the earthwork to enter into the clump of trees, I burned a bundle of sage to cleanse the way. As I proceeded into the center ring of trees it was as if my body was partaking in a fundamental meeting of the polar opposites-the light and the dark.
I walked the track in the four directions saying prayers for release from the dark spells of the past and offered a crystal in the center that I tied to the trunk of a young beech tree, at the crossroad juncture of paths. My intention for this was to create an interception point for my light transmissions from one crystal to another when I was working at great distance. I chose a small clear quartz I’d mined in Hiddenite NC, as not to offend the dark forces with any ostentatious demand for control. I did not over stay my welcome as I could feel the darkness pressing on my fibers trying to find my weak spot to infiltrate. When I left ‘The Ring’ I felt elated and informed my sister trinity that I felt strong, with a sense of accomplishment and elation; the kind you feel after you know that you survived something life threatening.
The Ring February 16th 2016
Inside ‘The Ring’ facing North
Crystal offering at the crossroad, February 16th 2016
It wasn’t until the next day that I could tell something wasn’t right. I fell ill shortly thereafter and I had the strangest symptoms; including dizziness and nausea as well as feeling depleted and low in energy. It was like I had been zapped of all my vitality, and together with the amount of emotional drain that was happening in my romantic life I took myself away from Sussex to Dorset to fully recuperate. My brother thought me both rather stupid and somewhat brave to have attempted such a healing encounter, because he too remembered a sense of darkness about ‘The Ring’ from childhood. It took a couple of weeks to come back into equilibrium and for the fatigue and vertigo to subside.
Then on March 8th another macabre news report gave me great concern for all inhabitants of the W. Sussex area, in spite of all the healing work I’d facilitated for Chanctonbury Ring. The report announced that a flock of 116 sheep had been killed in a suspected dog attack, and it was described as the UK’s worst case of sheep-worrying in living memory. This happened in the vicinity of Chichester, also physically connected by the ridge way to the dark beacon, as well as being the city closest to my mother’s previous home in Fishbourne.
‘The Ring’ May 1st 2016
Up until the Summer of 2016 I continually revisited the ceremony spot in the field where I first started to rework the energies for the restoration of the light to Chanctonbury Ring. On my regular walks around the farmland neighboring Ashington I offered prayers and sat in meditation close to the spot I’d drawn the circle, focusing my energy on maintaining the light thread I’d introduced back on the solar eclipse of 2014.
During my absence again in the summer of 2016 the mother of my ex sadly passed away from pancreatic cancer at the end of June. Following his personal tragedy there was another dramatic incident reported on July 17th. A 79 year old man was stabbed to death in a road rage incident in Findon, near Worthing; another area close by that directly feels the influence of the dark beacon. The bizarre dramas continued in W.Sussex, this time in Pagham on August 30th involving a police siege that lasted 2 days, at the home of a 72 year old man who had fired shots from his home!
South Downs Ridgeway extends 100 miles
Towards the end of summer my ex suddenly and unexpectedly disappeared out of my life for the fourth and last time, just 2 weeks before our planned reunion that mid September. It took me months to figure out the truth, and it was only through social media that I discovered that he had betrayed me once again with another woman. This however didn’t stop him from covering up his tracks, getting back in touch and attempting to negotiate another fated reunion. And so from the late Spring of 2016 there was a gap of 8 months before I was to return once more and work directly with the energies of Chanctonbury Ring. I came to the realization that I clearly needed to create stronger boundaries with this man who persisted in callously hurting me and others, which of course meant that I was no longer Sussex bound, and needed to stay well away.
After the September visit when I journeyed to Cornwall to work on healing the energetic link between Mên-an-Tol and Montauk, my next visit to Dorset wasn’t until December 2016. This time I returned for a surgery on my womb, remaining there over the holidays and the New Year with my brother. Come my last week in UK my mother who’d flown over from her home in Spain, invited me to stay with her in a friends house back in Steyning, only a few blocks away from our original home, and of course just a few miles from my ex in Ashington! I knew I must go, but my heart was in so much turmoil having to return so soon again when the wound still felt so raw. On top of this, the recall of all my family’s drama in Steyning through my parents divorce was not something I cared to reactivate. So this was the first time since 1985 that I actually stayed overnight in my old hometown overshadowed by ‘The Ring’.
Kings Stone Ave. Steyning – home
Bramber Castle – my childhood playground
It was during this week that I came to recognize just how powerful an energetic I’d grown up with, and I began to comprehend how my poor health and melancholy in my childhood was fundamentally linked to having lived with the constant pressure of such an intense energy. That week in Steyning I knew it to be imperative that I return to ‘The Ring’ for one final ceremony. I deemed this was for the containment of the dark force through setting up a psychic barrier, as I felt my last encounter of a kind of exorcism had not been well received. It was as if every time I attempted to neutralize the occult forces the darkness would fight back with vengeance.
I noticed too that in unison with all the healing work I was doing out on the land, each time I tried to block out my ex’s energy after he deserted and betrayed me, he would find a way of breaking through my emotional defenses to charm and manipulate his way back into my heart and therefore back into his life, then of course back into his locale only a few miles from ‘The Ring’. His defiant ploys for attention, together with his insistence that I live perpetually by his side and in a neighborhood that directly felt the effects of the dark beacon, on top of reawakening childhood trauma was of course not taking into account my well being, nor my extra sensory sensitivity, but only serving his selfish need for me to act as his emotional crutch. I realized too in the end that it was only by accepting his terms and other negative conditions that I was to gain his full loyalty, love and reciprocation.
It became more and more apparent as time went by, that if he’d approached our residency dilemma with unconditional love, his heart and mind would have opened to acknowledge that Sussex was not a healthy place for me to live, let alone peacefully cohabitate under such conditions. And it struck me too that like ‘The Ring’ layer upon layer of negativity had culminated inside his psyche, which radiated out into his many projections and delusions, not only affecting me, but creating more fear and loneliness and misery for himself.
Clays Field, Bramber
That week in early January 2017 the weather was not very accommodating to my plans for Chanctonbury so I chose January 10th as it was the first decent weather day to make the long trek back up the South Downs. This was the first time too that I ventured to any power spot with out my medicine bag in all these years. I did this to safeguard my sacred tools from any contamination. I also didn’t seek back up from my sister trinity either as I was called to do this ceremony alone. The way I understood it, this was as much a healing for myself as it was for ‘The Ring’. You see at the same time I was deliberating how to define a psychic boundary around ‘The Ring’ I was also faced once again with my ex and his bombardment of email requests and pleas for us to talk, meet, come back together; to forgive and forget his betrayals and put the past behind us, even though he was courting and playing happy families with his new girlfriend of the past 6 months. Since I felt so close to his kids I had a very hard time navigating this, even though I knew my soul could not take anymore suffering under his hands, nor could I be party anymore to his consistent betrayal to the line of other women that were all overlapped so that I was squished some place apparently ‘holy’ in the middle. My only way in the end to overcome the temptation of backtracking to what was now past was to mark out a set perimeter and to block his energy from my life, from all the technology that kept us connected and able to spy on each other.
In my best understanding, when it comes to toxic people, if a person disrespects you then it is respectful to yourself to insist on better behavior, or else block their negative energy from infiltrating your life. If a person hurts you time and time again protection is vital by establishing a non-penetrative boundary so that they can no longer do you any harm. If someone physically, emotionally and mentally taxes, drains, leeches, or steals your energy, then they themselves feel powerless, and so there is a need to create a barrier in whatever capacity to put an end to the depletion, so as to be able to thrive once again.
Stalkers and prowlers obsession with a person has them overriding all boundaries to get to their prey, more often than not on the sly, so blocking the perpetrator from accessing your energy is most important, as this is a life long threat to your power, your privacy, and possibly your safety. It is scary to think that you may not even be aware of this taking place, yet it happens all the time on the internet, through social media and even from great distance through an unhealthy obsession with another. Photos too hold great power for energy vampires as this is another way of tapping into the energetic imprint of a person through a past timeline triggered by a memory, or simply by gazing upon it and fantasizing. I understand now why so many native peoples forbid the use of photography to capture a persons soul because that is exactly what can happen. There are of course those who welcome this kind of obsessive attention and actually build their personal power from this two way parasitical energy transfer.
Needless to say, in this scenario with a man who’d had been obsessive about me at school, I became completely traumatized by his sudden disappearances that correlated to the timings of his betrayals. It was devastating as well as shocking to be the recipient of such disrespect after I’d given completely of myself and created such intimacy in our relations. You see as far as boundaries go I had allowed him full axis into my most sacred ring and he had defiled it by undervaluing this privilege and replacing me at his convenience with another, offering no confrontation or closure. As easy as it is to pass the blame I have fully recognized that my proper responsibility and care for myself was rather lacking during our relations. The anguish and grief over the loss of a future together that we were planning had amounted to long term debilitating effects, and so my return to ‘The Ring’ required that I pull myself together, pick my self off the floor, get energetically solid and most importantly get very clear about my boundaries.
After the ordeals of this relationship, followed by surgery, then another unexpected termination of a brief but soulful romance, I suffered terribly from insomnia and other physical symptoms that decreased my energy and appetite, so by the time I arrived back in Steyning my well being was very much impaired. The walk itself to Chanctonbury Hill was physically challenging especially when faced with muddy slippery slopes. As I made my approach I cant say I felt my best, or that I even felt strong, I just knew what must be done and that somehow performing this ceremony would be cathartic for both the land and myself, and that my strength would return after this was completed.
The Ring- January 10th 2017
I began the ceremony with my chant and lit sage to smudge the outside circle of the earthwork. With my compass I scouted the 4 cardinal directions and stopped at each corner to call in the spirits of place to assist in containing the darkness inside ‘The Ring’. I called on the archangels Michael of the south, Uriel of the north, Gabriel of the west and Raphael of the east. I asked them to be the watchers and guard this place of power so that no more harm could emanate from this beacon.
Amethyst angel, January 10th 2017
It was windy as usual and so the medicine burnt fast with a great deal of smoke and flame and in the process set fire to the glove on my left hand. I managed to complete one full circuit before the sage was extinguished, leaving a small gap. This was not by design or intentional, yet this is what happened and so I honored this adaptation that had arisen rather than over riding it with force to block ‘The Ring’ entirely. I kept walking clockwise around the trees until I completed 3 circumambulations. I innately began this practice in sacred places that are Neolithic in origin, and only later did I come to learn that this was a Celtic ritual and form of worship.
Even though there is no evidence for Chanctonbury being a Neolithic sacred site I feel the presence of the ancestors here, especially since the ancients were very attracted to places of exceptional beauty; especially high ground with panoramic vistas where they constructed their monoliths, stone circles, and tombs beneath barrows and mounds. I know of a few neolithic burial mounds scattered across the 100 mile ridge way from Winchester to Eastbourne, so it is entirely possible that the ancestors also worshipped from this hill top. I like to believe so, as this then makes sense as to why others later in history picked up on the potent energy of spirit and place at Chanctonbury Hill.
Facing south to the English Channel from Chanctonbury Hill, January 10th 2017
As I circled I prayed hard for the well being of this land while I psychically worked the energy to contain the dark within ‘The Ring’ raising with my intent an invisible barrier around the circumference. There were a couple of artists at work positioned on the south easterly side and they were very curious as to what I was up to. I know that we both provided the other with some much needed humor on that day, as the winds were biting and the air so damp that our fingers grew frigid in spite of our combined flow of creative juices.
The south west opening in the earthwork
West side of The Ring
Facing North from The Ring
The inner crop of trees viewed from the east
Once my healing work was complete and I sensed the containment had taken hold I stood for a while facing east and I had this feeling that I would not be returning for a long while. This overwhelmed me with sorrow yet relief, which is the way I felt too about my imminent departure from my hometown. It was in this moment that I fully accepted what incredible force of energy I dealt with growing up in this area and how especially challenging this was for a highly sensitive and receptive person such as myself. It is possibly the root cause of how I came to live in some of the most powerful energetic places on this earth, since my body must have adjusted early on to high frequencies, as well as becoming unconsciously magnetized to places of power and especially to those that had been corrupted by the occult. It is true after all that we are attracted to that which we have grown accustomed to, no matter of any toxicity, simply through familiarity and what feels normal to us. My body and psyche grew up with this darkness, all the drama, dysfunction and tragedy becoming the norm. And of course as a child I had a sense for anything or anyone over stepping my personal boundaries, as well as the capacity to feel the negative energy infiltrate, yet I had no knowledge of the psychic tool box needed to properly defend myself.
The outer rim of beech trees on the South side
Two of the elder Beech Trees on the north east side
There is no doubt in my mind that the earth energy at ‘The Ring’ was hijacked and manipulated by occult forces. It is my psychic sense too that tells me that Crowley did have a hand in this. Having experienced his work through timelines stretching from Mên-an-Tol to Montauk, I can tell you he worked very subtly in spite of his grandiose claims, which I believe made him more of a master magician than he’s already accredited for. I say this because he was so artful at covering his tracks, as his timelines are very faint in spite of the continuation of his reign of darkness. It’s almost as if he was never there, only I know and feel his imprint now, and I recognize it for the master manipulator and sorcerer that he could be when he so desired.
‘The Ring’ viewed from All Saints Church, Wiston
All of this brought up a whole new line of inquiry, since it was now too that I awakened to the fact that all my life I have lived, or been affiliated with the places where Crowley known as “the wickedest man in the world”conjured his most powerful magick spells. In this regard it seems more than just coincidence that I have been unconsciously following in his tracks all my life, yet with no idea until now the full extent of how that has all played out for me personally as well as for the land. Perhaps I have a past life connection with Crowley and Neuberg, or may be I was responsible myself for dark spells in previous incarnations and was now making my karmic amends? These are all questions that plague me somewhat, yet I rest in peace with the inner knowing that whatever caused me to undertake such a mammoth task in healing in this current incarnation has at least provided me with some of my greatest teachings, as well as I hope reworked my karmic past.
In my astrological natal chart there are strong aspects that clearly show my ability to intuit and transmutate dark energies towards their highest healing potential, especially as it relates to the psychological motives of groups of people, and their underlying desire for control and authority. Besides all of this, astrologically I have been in Pluto’s clutch for many years as the lord of the underworld makes his painfully slow transit, opposing both my luminaries and my natal Mercury. It is no wonder then that over the last decade I have undertaken such karmic healing for myself as well as for the land in order to transform the darkness of past. This transit too has facilitated a long process of slowly stripping me bare of all my worldly and ego attachments, returning me to my essence for my souls recalibration. This I’m told is necessary for the revealing of my true identity and purpose in this incarnation and I suspect for the ones to follow.
Steyning, W. Sussex – my hometown
In hindsight during the course of the last 2 years I will readily admit that I am still learning when it comes to setting clear, intentional boundaries and distinguishing when there is a fundamental need for them. Often I lament as to why this becomes so necessary because when I give of myself in service simultaneously my whole being is open and wired energetically to receive, and thus it pains me to have to close off, or close down with my psychic shield. This two-way response to my energetic environment including its people has been the catalyst for my most joyful and sorrowful experiences in this life. I deduced from all this that generating a boundary for ‘The Rings’ containment was the most viable solution rather than attempting to eradicate the dark forces altogether.
I discovered that the generating of a boundary circling a contaminated area can give it a far ranging perimeter, or it can be contracted and condensed into a small, enclosed space. It was the later that I was called to instigate for ‘The Ring’ after centuries of it having radiated to the outer perimeter- defined by the county of W Sussex. And to be clear it was out of a need for protection for the people that I set a magical boundary up on ‘The Ring’, not for any ego driven cause, or for a desire for power or control. Toxicity is a real phenomena and highly dangerous no matter whether it comes from the physical or the psychic realm; whether our senses can pick it up or not, and in that capacity it does need containment to prevent leakage or infiltration.
During my studies with Lynn Andrews, my shaman teacher, she offered a meditation on how to expand and contract the energetic fibers that surround and merge with the astral and cellular body. I found this method very useful in closing off from negative energy and for gathering and connecting to the positive. I still tap into this method of blocking – contracting, and expanding- receiving when dealing with any kind of negativity or over stimulation; I simply shrink my energetic fibers so they are tightly strung and there can be very little saturation from the outside. It works well too against energy vampires.
One of the original beech trees on the north east side
It is no coincidence I suppose that while I was called to heal ‘The Ring’ I was undergoing such dark moments in my personal life with a lover whose trickery and deception amounted to what I recognize as sorcery. This may seem like an exaggeration but I can assure you that through his many false promises he artfully lured me in to a scenario that became almost impossible to navigate my way out of, because I found myself stuck in deliberating all the lies from the truth. It was a cruel mind game that caused me terrible heart ache, and so it became necessary to separate completely from his energy to find my way back to my center, my truth as well as retrieve my sanity, my self respect and my right to a happy future; no matter of my love for him or our soul connection. Uncanny as it may seem, the theme of my work out on the land always resonates in my personal life or vice versa. It is as if in order to heal the earth energies I too must confront the demons within me to make the magick work for the purification of the land.
Boundary making is a delicate as well as critical business because there is a fine line as to how much energy one lets in, versus how much one wishes to give out through the perimeter. Since depletion and toxicity are the biggest concerns, personal boundaries must be continually monitored so that the semi permeable nature of a barrier works for us rather than against us. I don’t think anyone naturally wants to build permanent blocks and barricades against another or to a certain place, yet sometimes this is really necessary in the most extreme cases. It was to this end that I found myself simultaneously blocking the energy of my ex lover as well as the energy of ‘The Ring’. Both were toxic threats that needed containment in order for me as well as the land to flourish again.
There was much enlightenment that came out of the sufferance in the dark, yet there is a time when enough is simply enough and so the spell must be broken, the connection severed and the toxicity contained. I am still in somewhat of an isolated place with all of this as it is taking much time to transmutate all this darkness; as well as release myself from the bad spell that felt more like a curse, and all the karmic interactions that had me bonded in a repeat cycle with my ex. Only in this incarnation, at the least I had enough power and wisdom to get out before it was too late. I know I saved my own life, and in that reclaiming of my power and sovereignty I know I have a chance to create my future happiness.
Snow storm in Shoreham- by- sea, January 12th 2017
Rather serpenditously just before I left Steyning to return to the US there was a rare snow storm in the late evening just under 48 hours after I had completed the containment ceremony. The snow only settled in a few places and it was a true delight to witness Chanctonbury Ring from afar encircled in a white ring of crystalline snow. I felt that this was a cleansing and blessing of the land and a sign that the light and the angels were holding space for ‘The Rings’ ongoing healing and to ensure that the reign of the dark transmission be over.
‘The Ring’ after the snow storm viewed from Snail Rd. Steyning
‘The Ring ‘viewed from A283, January 13th 2017
I feel greatly relieved that I have completed this detailed account, as even though the anguish has passed now, there are still remnants of trauma in my body and psyche regarding all that came to pass in my dealings back in W. Sussex over the last couple of years, and how that relates to the wounds of my childhood. I still grieve my losses; for my lover, his kids and our soul connection. My energy is still very much self contained at present. I feel too that I have not entirely left ‘The Ring’ yet, or my hometown. My energetic fibers are still stretched to their capacity of holding that boundary in place from afar with as little distraction as possible. I imagine it will remain so until I’m called to release and then it will be a matter of integrating the light and dark of all this.
Considering my deep root connection to Chanctonbury and the surrounding area, as much as I like to imagine my part in its recovery is now over, I suspect over the long term it is not. I dream of one day being able to return to ‘The Ring’ and enter the sacred beech grove to ruminate and meditate in peace, and bask in the light where darkness once reigned. If I were to return again I know that I’d appeal to the spirits of the beech trees as I better understand now how they innately have the energy imprint to transform this darkness.
Currently if you dare to enter ‘The Ring’ I must remind you that there is still a great risk of contamination, so all psychic defenses must be deployed to counteract any energy transference, especially if you are as sensitive as myself. I say this not to scare, but to be vigilant and aware. Our safety always relies on the boundary, its maker as well as its holder, and how much or how little energy transference you wish to give or receive. And of course the type of energy is most key, as there are subtleties too that live between the polar opposites of light and dark, positive and negative, black and white, good and evil….
‘The Ring’ viewed from Washington after the snow
You may wish to deploy any of the practical and psychic tools I used to combat the occult energy of Chanctonbury in any place you feel the presence of darkness. I hope that in writing all this it will help others better understand the importance of bringing ones attention and awareness to invisible boundaries as much as the physical, in order to prevent psychic contamination. If you are dealing with a boundary breech from a toxic person in your life, or from a traumatic memory then please, please set about creating physical and psychic barriers for your own protection. Find appropriate ways to contain your energy whilst blocking their negativity from entering your sacred ring, and from preventing them sucking your life force.
To conclude then I must say that all of the healing on the land, personally and karmically has been a lot for my soul to bare, with my emotionality and physicality pushed to the limits of my endurance and tolerance. I take solace in the fact that this too like my healing work from Montauk to Mên-an-Tol, which coincided with healing ‘The Ring’, will become part of my healing legacy and my gift to the Earth and the Goddess. In writing and recounting somehow this too is cathartic, and so I will end my long tale with the incredible poem written by Victor Neuberg and his haunting homage to the infamous Chanctonbury Ring…
View to the south from inside the Ring
A Memory of an old Sacrifice. The sacred Victim is slain for an Omen. It is the End of an Age : being released the Ghost foretells the Passing of the old Worship, the Death of his cult. The Sacrifice is made at the Summer Solstice, at Night.
In the soul’s twilight broods the glittering core
Of wonder ; all the stirring of the sea
At dawn, and all the yearning of the shore
At evening, and all the mystery
Of Time, at odds with his eternity.
Wherefore the shadows as they lift anew
From the waking mind disclose the ancient woods ;
The white-robed Masters stare into the blue
Entrails of ravens : as dim multitudes
Of strange souls gather round, to watch the moods
Of large and yellow-silver flames of fire,
And brown-grey smoke, and perfumes of sweet breath.
Even so lightly once I struck the lyre
At evening, before a magic death.
Back from my breast I drew the heavy robe,
Baring the curving belly, the sun’s globe.
The silver knife was over me : I lay
In ecstacy of life-in-death : away
Faded the silly world : again I knew
The source of living, as they shaved the hair,
From breast and belly and all ; luminous blue
Swathed round me ; I was dead, no longer there
Before the knife had split my navel : far
Away I heard arise the ancient prayer,
Scarcely I knew a pang. From some dim star
I saw : and how they caught the scarlet flood
That pulsed from gasping thighs : I saw the blood
Crimson the flame. Then suddenly there fell
The old god’s glory on me. Earth was mud,
And I was swimming, easy as the spell
The priestly voices roared. Then, a white flash,
I stood before the flame, like living ash
Gifted with speech. The song died down, and I
Was the sole voice of that tremendous sky
Over the sacred wood. Now I knew all
The Druid mystery : the festival Of blood was bared. It was my blood that gave
The answer of the night, the bitter call
Of death, responding of the restless wave
To life. Around me stared a living wall
Of waiting, hungry shadows, by that flame
Tempted to the old life. I was a lord
Of shadows, and a god. Then the Voice roared :
Speak ! And I saw my body’s last blood-spasm
As the old priests bent over it. A name
They skirled. Should I reply ? I saw a chasm
Before the Altar, invisible to all
Of flesh. Then flared the thought : The altar’s dead.
Then came the word : Woe ! was the word I said ;
It was an age’s end. I saw them fall,
Fearful beneath a towering grey of sky ;
This was the omen : Woe. An age to die,
I the last victim. So I passed from them
For ever, and I haunted the dark hem
Of the forest, for an age ere birth to rove,
The Sacred Victim of an Holy Grove.
Then was I born anew ; from that old birth
I culled this vision of forgotten earth.
Mound on the ridge way
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