Follow that Rod
I have a great solution for finding a bit of adventure using my dowsing rods, whenever I go to somewhere new for a nature walk or even somewhere where I have been before. I take out a dowsing rod and ask “is there anything of interest here for me” and nine times out of ten it will say YES, I of course reply “show me the place of interest” and follow wherever the ‘L’ rod points to, when I arrive the rod will signal that we are at the spot of interest and this is when I look about, and perhaps ask some more questions, as you never know what you should be looking for, it could be a material object or it might be spiritual or just a simple lesson to learn
One Sunday morning in November 2014 I felt a walk would be good, there was no rain and the sun was popping in and out between the scudding clouds so I decided to go to a spot that I had been previously, well at least the same ‘woods’ I had been to before, perhaps not take the same paths, we shall see I thought.
Nadia my partner also wanted to walk in nature so together we drove to some woods which are about two miles or so away, I parked up and we followed the single path to where the dirt tracks come to a crossroads, I took out my ‘L’ rod and holding it out I asked, “is there anything of interest for me here” the rod moved a few inches in an affirmative position, I then asked “show me where it is” (notice how the question can be slightly different).
The ‘L’ rod pointed to the right and up a steep hill, I moaned to myself about the track as it was an old army tank track that had once upon a time been concreted and then covered in tarmac and was now breaking up without any use or maintenance for some thirty years and it was not a pretty route. Nevertheless I followed the rod because I knew that I was been guided and helped here, and I would be a fool to ignore it.
Trudging up the road with Nadia looking bored beside me my rod was pointing slightly off center to my right we get to the top of the hill and kept walking, Nadia checking her rods as she also asked her own questions before her rod twitched and off she went in a different direction. After several hundred metres along the flat of the hill the angle of my rod stared to change more acutely, soon it turned to a ninety degrees indicating that my position was opposite the ‘place of interest’ for me.
I stopped and looked in to the Trees and saw nothing of interest but of course I followed the direction of the rod. Pushing my way through some undergrowth of small birch tree’s until I came to the Scots Pines of the forestry commission plantation, the trees in this area were no longer felled for timber and were now beginning to reach maturity and had been left for recreation use.
The problem with following a dowsing rod, it pays no heed of ditches, puddles or brambles and you have to pick your own path but all the time keep an empty mind (as best as possible) so that your dowsing does not lose focus forcing you to ask your questions again because you have dropped the connection.
The shrubby undergrowth forced me to change directions a few time but the rod stayed pointing at it’s goal as it swivelled in my hand soon the undergrowth disappeared as the gloom from the many trees closed in preventing new ground growth to get going and I could see the ground covered in a thick layer of slowly decomposing pine needls, I could see that I was walking towards a vertical drop or small cliff, and I slowed down my pace wondering if I am going to have to find a way down this ten foot sheer drop when the rod turned just a steps away from the edge. I stood there looking over the edge for a moment, noticing the drop turned into a steep slope that fell away to a valley floor some sixty feet down and perhaps fifty metres away.
I wondered if I had unconsciously indicated the end of the journey because of a fear of walking over the edge, I asked the question “is this where I should be” YES was the answer, “is there something of interest here for me” ‘YES”.
Without moving I started to look around, first at my feet and then in a widening circle my eyes inspected the ground, and there just a step behind me was a stone, all on its own and laying clearly on top of the decaying pine needles as if someone had just placed it there.
I turned and picked it up and laughed to myself, it was the most perfect example of a flint scrapper that I had ever held in my hand, it has a complete coat of white oxidation on it showing that since it was made it had been laying in the ground a long time for the ‘chalky’ oxidation to start again. I have since dowsed it as been made by a male 14,426 years ago from now (2015).
I was pleased with the find but I felt that this was not the end of the quest given to me, I asked my dowsing rod again, is there anything else for me to find ‘YES’ so I asked a couple more questions.
“is the owner buried near here”
‘YES’
“take me to where the owner is buried”
The rod took me back out on to the dirt road and perhaps a fifty metres back along where I had come from then across the other side of the road it brought me to a spot amongst the trees a few feet from the track where the rod slowly revolved, indicating ‘this is the spot’
“is the owner buried here”
‘YES’
‘Is it male’
‘NO’
‘is it female’ (never make assumptions just confirm)
“was it a child”
‘NO’
“was it an old lady”
‘NO’
I went through some more questions and determined she was 23 when she died a few more questions to discover her method of death and it seemed it was through exhaustion, diet and a lack of energy due to not enough food, she had died in the winter 12,421 BC. She had also given birth at some stage but was not a mother when she died, this indicates the child had died before her. I looked around for something to dig with and found a few pointed pine sticks which I tried to excavate the soil, I got nowhere really, just scratched my way through a couple of inches of compacted gravelly sandy soil. I did some further dowsing and was told that part of her skeleton and ‘clothing’ was here. But not wishing to become an excavator I felt she should rest in peace. I dowsed that her spirit was not here, but I had discovered her memory and knew that her family had laid her here in this place all those years ago, this was good enough I then connected this small patch of ground to Avebury. I had been guided to remember her and this is why I tell this story.
As I tossed away my digging stick Nadia returned to tell me about here find and we both went to look, Nadia had found what looked like the leftovers of a large flint core and bits and pieces left over from a place of knapping, so both of us feeling satisfied with our mornings work we went home
This is a great way to dowse, not only do you get some dowsing practise but you may be blessed with a task or a message, this will be for you to decide as only your wisdom will determine the significance of your find and what it means to you.
After taking the flint home and further study (which is likely what spirit has provided me with, the opportunity to think) And comparing the flint tool to some standard scrutiny I discover that the flint is what would be regarded as a ‘natural’ flint that had been ‘re-tooled’ to provide the cutting edge required to be used as a tool. But further dowsing on the flint tells me that the flint had been ‘worked’ twice, the first time by an early human and then later by the humans who had re-worked it and the woman who had made use of it.
Ken Collinson