Monday, 1 July 2013

My Diary....... Ann Franks.... “Fear”.... Run Till they Drop – Dead...Too any letters... Roy Dutton’s “Dowsing”...

9th – 17th of June both Isabel and I were guests of the Belfast Spiritualist Church SNU we thank committee and members for making our time there so enjoyable...I am always impressed by the great enthusiasm the people of Northern Ireland have for Spiritualism. Whether it is taking a divine service, an evening of clairvoyance, sittings, or taking part in any of the circles this enthusiasm is always evident.  The church has its own premises and uses these to the full with something or other taking place in the building 5-6 nights a week. A lot of pressure on the committee and I am sure those who have got a lot of benefit from the church in recent years appreciate this. One thing I did notice in the church was a suggestion box and maybe more of our churches should consider having such a box, so to get feedback from the congregation.
Continuing with David’s “What individuals over the past few years have you admired for acting in a spiritual or selfless way, yet they were not part of the spiritualist movement?”
My second choice although in no particular order is Ann Frank... Anne had a short life of only thirteen years but the words from her diary will live on forever.    A couple of years ago we visited the Anne Frank’s house which is now a museum.  It was a very moving experience.  I find Anne Frank’s diary so important because it depicts her experience of the Holocaust - from a child's point of view. Representing the face of innocence, Anne Frank's story is so heartfelt and sincere that it appeals to the world.  A book that all mankind should read…

Almost everyone has a fear of one kind or another.  Fear of lifts, snakes, spiders, failure, the future, loneliness and dying are only a few.  Hopefully the fear of dying will become less, although never be eradicated as our of Spiritual beliefs becoming more widely known.  But instead of making life that little bit easier – it can result in a new fear – equally as great as the fear of dying.  Once becoming aware of our spiritual beliefs many want to know more about the after-life. Instead of attending our churches they go on-line to spirit/psychic forums, magazines, take part in ghost hunts, or listen to the wrong people.  This can cause a lot of suffering and heartache as I constantly find out. 
In many cases this takes the fear of dying away and replaces it with a living hell here in this life.  I am horrified to find people in a terrible state because they have maybe become aware of spirit presence and then been told all manner of scary things to really upset them. Upset them so much that they are off work and their whole life is chaos. Twice this week I’ve had contact from a lady and a gentleman who were both in a terrible state because of what they were told. One from a contact on an Internet spiritual/psychic forum and the other by a so-called medium/psychic taking part in a ghost hunt.
If any medium/psychic tells you something that sounds like it comes from the script of a cheap budget horror movie, then that is probably where it has come from.  Never believe anything any medium tells you – and that includes myself – unless it makes sense to you.  You are the person that has come through the experience or whatever...  The medium/psychic can do their best to explain or interpret what has happened - but you are the final judge.
If you have a spiritual experience or think you have some form of spiritual experience, go along to your local spiritualist church and ask for help.  Or check out the Spiritualist National Unions‘s (SNU) website for help.
Churches must also have someone responsible to give advice at short notice.  Mediums must also play their part by.  Part of a Spiritual Medium’s responsibility is helping out in such circumstances, not just taking services, sittings, clairvoyant evenings, psychic parties and ghost hunts.
Becoming aware of Spirit our beliefs should be a joy. a change in the direction of our thinking, not the start of hell here on earth for us...
A quote from the well loved Spiritualist medium Maureen Brown.  Spiritualism is love in action.  Spiritualism gives proof that we survive bodily death and gives us some love and comfort – not the opposite”.
Run till they drop.... DEAD... All the pomp of the recent Royal Ascot portrayed in the British media but one incident only received brief mention. Thomas Chippendale a 4-year-old colt collapsed and died following a suspected heart attack after winning the Hardwicke Stakes. Of the sixty-eight horses ending their lives on British race courses so far in 2013 – 10 have collapsed and died during or immediately after a race... And this is called a sport?  More has to be done to protect the racehorse. 

John sent this email...
I have been attending a Spiritualist church for a few years now but the other day when I was at the reception desk of the local A&E Unit I took cold feet,  when I was asked my religion, I gave the religion I was born into, not Spiritualism in case the receptionist queried it or laughed”.
John you are not the only person to have been in this position I assure you.  These days the receptionist would not have batted an eyelid because she would have heard Spiritualism mentioned many a time.
 John’s email brought back a memory...  About fifteen years ago I attended our church when a well known English Medium was on the platform.  Her address shocked us all that night.  She said that she had suffered poor health for years and had been in and out of hospital on a regular basis.  Yet every time asked her religion she had answered Church of England.  She finally decided to put that right on her latest visit and when she said “Spiritualist” she did not receive any strange looks from the receptionist which she had expected.  But the young girl in front of her was having difficulty with her computer and after a few minutes said to the medium “There are too many letters in Spiritualism to fit on here, could you pick another religion?  Thank goodness today the NHS have got a better system up and running today.
                             ...Roy Dutton's "Dowsing"....

Chapter. 2            1975 -- A move to a New Home
 During the summer of 1975 we had decided to move from our pleasant suburban home in Bramhall, North Cheshire, to a bungalow on the edge of Green Belt, located on a hillside and backing onto countryside in the small settlement of Higher Poynton. Out there, there was a canal and beyond that, a deer park and the Peak District National Park.  Our rear garden, however, was bounded by an old railway cutting. Access to that was provided by a small gate in the hawthorn hedge. The ground out there, at the top of the embankment, was covered with long grass, rosebay willow herb and nettles.
Experiments Continue
 I ventured through the gate and began dowsing for old metal objects. Very quickly I found a few small items at the top level before moving down the embankment to a worn-down grassy path near to its base. That path had been created by dog walkers and occasional hikers to avoid the often-flooded track below, from which the rails and ballast had been removed. As I walked this path with my rods extended before me, a powerful cross-over occurred. This caused me to explore the size of the item I had detected, by going backwards and forwards over that area several times. I got the impression that the object was probably a steel rod, about 2 ft (60 cm) long. Its length spanned the path and its ends were defined by the sudden loss of the rods crossover responses as my lateral exploration progressed.  A depth-in exploration followed and indicated the rod was only about 3 ins. (8 cm) below the surface.  This resulted in a hurried walk to my garden shed from which I returned with a spade. Digging steeply into middle of the path to a shallow depth, just to one side of the dowsed position of the object, when the spade was levered beneath the object, the left-hand end of a rod sprang from the ground and revealed that the dowsed indications had been correct. Further digging across the path to the right completely validated the entire dowsed image of this substantial object. The dimensions were then established to be 21.6 ins. (54.9cm) long and 0.5 ins. (1.27cm) in diameter.  It is still in my possession and it has proved itself to be a useful tool from time to time.
1986 --- Archaeological  Investigations
 During the early 1970s, colleagues at HSA, Ltd. were clearing obsolete declassified materials from a cupboard when they came across good black and white aerial photographs of the area in which I lived. These items, destined for the incinerator, were offered to me and I accepted them gladly. The photographs had been taken from a high flying aircraft sometime during the past. The partially-cut crop fields revealed the time of year to have been during a hot and dry summer. One excellent photograph was of an area bordering Higher Poynton, called Adlington. Scanning the surface features with a magnifying glass revealed that there were old buildings and other bits of masonry under the grassy surfaces, their presence being betrayed by pale discoloration of the overlying grass. One relatively large feature seemed to deserve special attention. Its cruciform shape gave the impression that an old church had once stood there and that its foundations were still lying underground in that uninhabited area of pastureland.
          Enquiries made to local experts revealed there were no records to indicate that such a building had ever existed in that area, so there the matter had to rest, until in the mid-1980s, the newspapers told of plans to develop the Adlington area for new housing. That news spurred me to try to locate the owner of that interesting field with a view to getting permission to use my rods over that area. So, I set out on a fine summer evening to make enquiries at the few residences adjacent to the area of interest. One of them turned out to be a large old brick-built house, standing in its own walled enclosure, with an attractive iron gate entrance. A stone plaque on the front of the house told me that it dated back to the 1700s. As I could hear the sound of voices coming from the hidden garden, I called out to attract attention. A pleasant shirt-sleeved man responded from the other side of the gate and asked my business. No, he did not own the field in question, but why did I want to know who owned it?  After showing him the aerial photograph, his next question was about how I proposed to find the unseen underground object. Not unexpectedly, he said that he was skeptical about the claims of dowsers. When I persisted and told him that I knew otherwise and, also, had my rods in the boot of my car, he decided to test my claims. Stepping outside his front gate, he told me that a culvert ran under the entrance to the gate and asked me if I could find it. After several passes to and fro, very confidently, I indicated the course of it. He was truly amazed by that result, because he knew where it ran and I and my rods had discovered it under his scrutiny. He then asked if I could find a hidden well under a front lawn, because, for various reasons, he was convinced there was one, but no one had, so far, been able to find its location. I entered that sheltered garden and began progressive scanning of the finely cut lawn, under his constant gaze. Towards the far end of the lawn, several cross-overs occurred. Further investigations of that area defined a square outline, from memory, about 4ft. x 4ft. (1.2m x 1.2m).  I suggested I had probably defined the size of the capping stone. He was so excited by this discovery he hurried into the house and returned with two teenage children, a boy and a girl. He explained what he had just witnessed. I offered them the rods to try for themselves, which they did in turn and confirmed my findings. Their father did not seem to have the right technique when he tried and failed, but he was very impressed and then decided to tell me where I could find the owner of that field.
          Some months later I called him on the telephone to ask if they had excavated for that well and whether I had placed it correctly.  He answered affirmatively to both questions and thanked me for my assistance.
Back on track with the field investigations
 There were other marks besides the cruciform shape, but they were less well defined as artificial structures.
The owner of the field turned out to be a local builder. After arranging a visit to his home by telephone, I went there one evening to discuss the photograph with him and his adult son. He commented that it was a very badly drained field and that he had thought about installing land drains. He was intrigued by the photograph and curious about my proposed method for locating the feature. After being persuaded further, he agreed that we should meet on site at a mutually convenient time.
We met up again a few days later, when he escorted me past storage sheds to the gateway of the field. It looked very expansive from there and I found it difficult to get my bearings. The field fell away downhill from the gateway. The best visual markers I had were a few large trees in the boundary fences that I could recognise by reference to the photograph. Eventually, I set off for the centre of the distant target area, rods extended before me to detect any other hidden features that had not shown up in the photograph (Fig. 3) having ‘old masonry’ fixed in my mind.  Very soon, I discovered a cluster, quite close to the gateway, and inserted pegs into the ground to mark the locations. However, I was determined not to be distracted from the main area of interest and just continued to walk downhill at a steady pace, rods still at the ready. As I entered the target area, the rods crossed for the first time. After inserting a peg in the ground, I straightened the rods and continued walking. As I walked to and fro over that large area, many more pegs were stuck into the ground. Soon it became clear to me that I had detected the site of that photographic image. It seemed that the long feature was about 170ft. (52 m) in length and 30 ft. (9m). wide and was outlined by ‘walls’ of about 2ft. (0.6 m) wide. The top end of the central long feature was curved, not squared off.  The ‘cross-member’ of the cruciform, was about 100 ft. long (30.5m) and had a width of about 25 ft.(7.6m).  As the entire structure lay beneath a sloping field, I carried out traverses with the rods to determine the depths of the outlining ‘walls’ at the top and bottom of the outline. The end near the cross-piece was dowsed to be about 6 ft. (1.8m) beneath the surface there. At the other end, depths of 2 to 3 ft. were signaled. These two measurements indicated that the outlining structure was level and that, at the upper end, it had perhaps been covered by a large and extensive mound of earth, which extended to the gateway. This was very puzzling, so when the landowner suggested asking his son the dig down at the lower end, I was eager to see that done.  The young man came with a spade and began removing the turf before creating a slot trench as wide as the dowsed width of the ‘wall’ at the lower left-hand end of the feature. When he had cleared soil to the dowsed depth he struck solid objects. These turned out to be very large and compacted cobbles. When I suggested that perhaps they were part of an old river bed, the landowner (a builder) responded that those cobbles had been laid deliberately. The trench was extended to reveal that this outlining ‘wall’ was truly following the dowsed outline. 
The young man then went over to the other corner at the lower end of the outlined structure and began digging there. In a relatively short time he established that the dowsing had also been accurate over there, the location, width and depth of the ‘wall’ being confirmed. My dowsing had been shown to be accurate and I had proved to two more skeptics that the human mind has more capabilities than it is generally given credit for.
 Before we left the field, the landowner wanted to show me a feature in the eroded bank of the bordering, fast-flowing, brook (Poynton Brook) some distance downhill from the dowsed site. When we stood on the other side of the brook, he pointed out to me a very old piece of blackened wood projecting from the base of the opposite eroded embankment, about 3 ft. (0.9m) from the grassy surface above it. As he suggested to me, it looked like the remains of an ancient flume, perhaps linking to a settlement in the direction of the cruciform shape, which was at a higher level in the opposite field. A V-shaped cross-section of infill, relating to the wooden projection was visible, further substantiating the ancient flume idea. My dowsing and probing of the land above the flume suggested that there were stony foundations of an ancient settlement lying below the grassy surface there.
  I asked the owner’s permission to report this find to the County Archaeological Office at Chester. He replied that he did not mind the Office being told about the finds, but he did not want me to identify the site accurately. He would not want his pasture field turned into an archaeological site. In my letter to Chester, I was careful not to betray his trust, but told only of the circumstances that had led to the discovery of this unknown feature, which was described, and that it was located in Adlington, quite close to Poynton Brook.
  A letter showing interest in the site was received from Mr. R. C. Turner of the County Planning Department. He wanted to survey the site and wanted me to assure the landowner that a Compulsory Purchase Order would not be imposed and that any measures would be discussed with him and approved by him before any action was taken. Even with these assurances and despite the fact that this would be the only archaeological site to be found in that area of Cheshire, the landowner did not want to co-operate further.  My information, to date, is that the nature of this significant site is still a mystery.
 Roy Dutton  ©




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