Adventures With A Pendulum - John Rippin

Table of Contents
Prologue
Lives transformed by amazing ancient art
History of dowsing goes back a long way
How to avoid undesirable energies
Pendulum spun like an aircraft propeller
Challenges on first dowsing course
Make the pendulum part of everyday life
Positive response to dowsing article
Earths energy grid like a spiders web
Mother Earth abused by human race
Spots where Earth energy lines cross
On track of Richard IIIs resting place
One of countys most haunted spots
Chance to find out about past lives
Vivid images on personal cinema screen
Eye-opening experience in old church
Pendulums advice was just the job
Simple way to check on quality
Let down by alternative therapists
Chakras sometimes need a boost
Afraid to talk about psychic abilities
Happiness vow cleared black cloud
Not worried by all the sixes
Meat-free diet goes down nicely
Ghostly encounters at manor house
Mysterious orbs at steam station
So easy to influence the pendulum
Meeting inner child on a snowy day
Message from Orion constellation
Kind words save plant and Christmas tree
Off to the pub to do a few miracles
All the fun of the fair in a vivid dream
Inactive crown chakras put in the picture
Use pendulum to win battle of bulge
Bombarded by images while tracking ley
Expert advice on healing a sick house
Identifying valuables with a pendulum
Crystals all over the house
Beware of psychic vampires
Similarities between humans and Earth
Many spiritual doors opened
Battling against dark forces to save Earth
GOLDEN DAY AT SEASIDE
Recommended reading
Adventures with a Pendulum
John Rippin
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In the excerpt entitled, Battling against dark forces to

save Earth, the characters are fictional and any
resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental. The
fictional town of Blackrock has no connection with any
real towns, villages or other places with the same, or a
similar, name
Some names have been changed for privacy reasons
Front cover photograph by Josh Rippin. Posed by

model in front of Old John, a folly in
Bradgate Park, Leicestershire
To Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers, with whom I have
spent so many happy and informative hours during
meetings and field trips
CONTENTS
Prologue
Recommended reading
Prologue
All the letters of the alphabet, arranged in a circle, had

been placed on the dining room table. I requested that,
with the help of my pendulum, I should be given a message
that would be of benefit to me. I held the pendulum over
the letters and for a second or two it did not move. Then it
swung towards an f. After another brief pause it pointed
to a u, followed by a c. The rest of the message is not
hard to guess: fuck off.
I had only recently learnt how to dowse and I obviously
had not taken sufficient care when shielding myself from
negative forces. On this occasion a low grade entity had
got in touch with me. But I was amused rather than
frightened.
Help was asked for (I will explain how this was done
later) and the entity was sent on its way. I later learnt that,
to the spirit world, dowsers stand out like beacons and we
need to ensure that we have a reliable psychic shield.
An experienced dowser explained to me that in
requesting a message when I did not have adequate
protection was like leaving open the front door of my
home so that any passer-by could enter.
Well, we all have to learn and I have been a lot more
careful since those days although I would contend that
anyone who is too careful would never pick up a
pendulum.
Dowsing is the most amazing pastime and has the power to

transform lives. What is even more amazing is that almost
anyone can gain a mastery of this ancient art if sufficient
time and effort are devoted to it.
I was in my fifties when I first became interested in
dowsing. I had reached a point in my life at which I was
desperately seeking something. I was a weekly newspaper
editor and loved the work but I found it hard to relax when
off duty.
I was unsure of where I should look to give myself a
much-needed boost. Then, while I was in a bookshop and
looking in the Mind, Body and Spirit section, my attention
was drawn to a New Age title and I was intrigued by a
chapter on dowsing. I bought the book and read the chapter
several times.
At first I used an amethyst necklace as a pendulum and
in no time at all was employing it for a wide variety of
purposes, such as finding lost objects, tracking Earth
energy lines, selecting the freshest fruit and vegetables at
the supermarket, and checking whether it was sensible to
have a third glass of wine.
On a more serious note, on occasions when our teenage
daughter had not arrived home by the usual time I
questioned the pendulum about whether she was safe,
where she was and at what time she would be back. The
answers were usually uncannily accurate.
It was not until a few years later that I attended my first
formal dowsing course, and that considerably broadened
my horizons.
Over the years I have been on a number of other
courses and use my pendulum every day.
A lot of different dowsing tools are available and L-
rods are favourites for many. But I have found that a
pendulum suits me best. The simplest of pendulums can
give excellent results even a ring on a piece of string
will do. However, if you are working outside in a strong
wind you need a heavier object, and I have an Isis
pendulum, made of brass, which is ideal for all
conditions.
The important point about pendulums, and any other
dowsing tools, is that they are not magical. They merely
serve to give a visual indication of what your higher self
knows. And your higher self knows everything, as it is
linked to the Universal Consciousness.
Occasionally when I am dowsing the answer to a
question pops into my head a second before my pendulum
starts to swing. But it is still reassuring to see the
pendulums confirmation.
I realise that some people who read this book will
already know how to dowse with a pendulum. For those
who do not I will briefly explain.
Relax, clear your mind as much as possible and focus
on what you are doing. Hold the cord of the pendulum
between the thumb and index finger of your dominant hand
so that it is free to swing in any direction.
Then say: Show me a yes. Perhaps nothing will
happen the first time you try. But persevere and eventually
you will get a reaction. Very likely the pendulum will
swing clockwise. Then say: Show me a no. And it will
probably swing anticlockwise.
You are now all set to ask simple questions that just
need a yes or no response. It is important to take care with
questions. For example: it is a summers day and you are
about to go out for a walk. You notice a few dark clouds
on the horizon and ask the pendulum: Will I need an
umbrella? The pendulum will answer yes because, even
if it is not going to rain today, at some point in the future
you will need an umbrella. You ought to have been more
specific and asked: Would it be in my best interests to
take an umbrella with me on my walk today? Or, better
still: Will it rain while I am out on my walk today?
At first, I always used to get clockwise and
anticlockwise swings for yes and no. However, after
reading Walt Woodss Letter to Robin a Mini-Course in
Pendulum Dowsing (still available free on the web) I
programmed my pendulum to swing backwards and
forwards for yes, from side to side for no and diagonally
for ready for question.
This system has some advantages. Firstly, the speed
and range of the swings indicate how strongly my
pendulum (higher self) feels about a particular question.
Secondly, clockwise and anticlockwise swings can now
be used for a variety of other purposes, including
differentiating between positive and negative forces.
One of the main aims of this book is to try to convey
what a mind-bogglingly wonderful art dowsing is. It is
unfortunate that, due to the scientific age in which we live,
millions more people have not become dowsers.
Yet one of the most famous scientists of all time,
Einstein, was a dowser and once said: Many scientists
consider dowsing as a type of superstition, but this is
unjustified. The dowsing rod is a simple instrument which
shows the reaction of the human nervous system to certain
factors which are unknown to us at this time.
Dowsing has dozens, if not hundreds, of applications. It
also has the power to enrich lives and broaden horizons.
Arthur Bailey says in his book, Anyone Can Dowse for
Better Health: Dowsing has revolutionised my life. It
started me on a path which has led me to become happier
than I ever dreamed possible. The ache in my heart has
gone, there is now a lightness in my step.
There is disagreement about when dowsing was first

practised, but its history certainly goes back a long way.
Some people claim that cave paintings in northwest
Africa, dating as far back as 6,000 to 8,000 years, portray
dowsers at work. But this has been strongly disputed.
Equally controversially, it has been suggested that the
Biblical passage about Moses knocking on a rock with a
rod and seeing water spring out refers to the use of a
dowsing tool.
On firm ground is the statement that the ancient
Egyptians had sophisticated pendulums which they used
for healing. Research into their expertise with such tools
was carried out by French dowsers, of whom one of the
most famous is Abb Mermet (1866-1937).
In around 2200 BC the Chinese Emperor Kuang Yu was
portrayed with a forked stick. And in the mid-5th century
BC the Greek, Herodotus, saw a forked stick being used to
find water.
As far as I am aware, the earliest known illustration of
dowsing in a book can be found in Cosmographia
Universalis, by Sebastian Munster, published in 1550.
Dowsing as practised today dates back to Germany in
the Middle Ages, when it was used to find metal ores. It
was none other than our Elizabeth I who learnt of the
forked stick method of finding metals and introduced
German miners to England to help develop this countrys
resources.
By 1710, many people must have known about
dowsing, as Jonathan Swift (author of Gullivers Travels)
wrote the following satirical verse:
They tell us something strange and odd,
About a certain Magick Rod,
That, bending down its Top, divines
When eer the soil has Golden Mines:
Where there are none, it stands erect,
Scorning to show the least respect.
Traditionally, dowsing (also known by other names,
including divining, rhabdomancy and water witching) was
used to find things that were hidden, such as underground
water, minerals and oil. The principal tools employed
were forked sticks, pendulums and rods. Nowadays, a
wider variety of tools are used and the applications are
limitless.
Even in these so-called enlightened times, dowsing is
attacked not only by sceptics but also by some religious
leaders who claim that dowsers are breaking Gods law
and getting in touch with dark forces. Ironically, many
priests have been expert dowsers.
This is only a brief look at the history of dowsing.
Much has been written about the origins and development
of the art, and there is some confusion on certain points.
But I hope I have written enough to whet your appetite so
that you will want to learn more.
When I was in my teens I was exposed to the beliefs of a

strict Christian faith whose leaders viewed dowsing as a
dangerous occult practice, and it was with some
trepidation that I set to work with my pendulum for the
first time. But, over the years, I have had hardly any
problems with negative forces.
Every day I always remember to protect myself
psychically. Before breakfast I imagine that I am
surrounded by a golden ball of light. Equally importantly,
before each dowsing task I ask three questions: Can I do
this at this time? May I do this at this time? Am I ready for
this at this time?
If you get a no in response to any of these questions,
try again later. Once or twice, when preparing to check out
the energies at an ancient site, I have received a negative
response and I am sure there must have been a good
reason for it.
In Letter to Robin, Walt Woods gives advice on how to
avoid absorbing undesirable energies. But he warns:
Someday your inquiries may indicate the presence of
detrimental entities or other forces that we may or may not
understand. He recommends that in such cases medics
should be requested to pick up the entities and give them
appropriate medical care in their own world.
That sounds a bit scary. But I do not think the average
dowser, with proper protection, will have such unusual
encounters very often, if ever.
I have only twice had a negative experience. The first
occasion is mentioned in the prologue. After I had been
told to f off I said to my pendulum (representing my
higher self, of course): Can you please do something
about this. The pendulum spun furiously anticlockwise
for half a minute, then clockwise, and the atmosphere
became calm.
On the second occasion, I had attended a dowsing
meeting during which my pendulum was kept busy. After I
had left the building in which the event was held I sensed
that an entity of some sort had attached itself to me. It was
a strange feeling, but I was not worried. As before, I asked
my pendulum to help, requesting that the entity should be
sent to the light, and it again spun anticlockwise and then
clockwise.
So my dowsing experiences over the years have been
almost entirely positive, uplifting and mind-blowing. I
always have the feeling that whatever might happen I am
well protected as long as I obey the rules.
Despite the amount of scepticism thats directed at the
art, dowsers worldwide are used unofficially by police
forces to locate missing people and crime scenes, and by
major oil companies to discover new places to drill. And
dowsing tools are used by electricians to find breaks in
underground cables, and by plumbers to find missing
underground pipes. Some more enlightened archaeologists
also swear by dowsing rods or pendulums when seeking
new places to dig. Dowsing is also used extensively in the
health field, and not all doctors feel threatened by it, with
an enlightened few appreciating that it can complement
orthodox medicine.
Some years ago I read a newspaper article telling how
a water board worker was sent to locate a burst pipe that
was buried deep underground. His van was packed with
high-tech electronic equipment. Yet he pinpointed the burst
pipe with two L-rods made from an old coat hanger. He
explained to a surprised onlooker that it was more
convenient and more accurate to use the rods rather than
the electronic equipment. The man said that, officially, he
was not supposed to use such unorthodox methods. But,
early on in his training, colleagues had shown him, with a
nod and a wink, how to dowse.
Of course, dowsing is most commonly associated with
trying to find sources of drinkable water, and it is still
widely used for this purpose today. Many expert dowsers
claim a 99pc success rate when looking for places to drill,
and that cannot be equalled by conventional methods.
British dowsers have done some marvellous work
locating water sources in Africa, helping to safeguard the
health of large numbers of people, particularly children.
Dowsing is not viewed with scepticism in every
country. The Russians take it so seriously that there are
Government approved training schools with courses of
study (some at post-graduate level) that lead to
qualifications and certification. There has also been an
increased use of dowsing for research and practical work
in geology, mining architecture, town-building and
ecology.
How long before the art is given official recognition
and approval in the leading western nations?
Wow! or a similar word sums up how novice dowsers

feel the first time they get a strong reaction from their
pendulum or L-rods (or whatever tool they are using).
I can still remember that first exhilarating experience. I
was walking along a country lane and asked that my
pendulum should react when I crossed a stream of positive
Earth energy. I continued my stroll and let the pendulum
dangle on the right-hand side of my body. It was a lovely
day, the birds were singing and I was in a relaxed mood.
Suddenly, the pendulum started to spin clockwise like an
aircraft propeller. I could not believe how fast it was
moving. It was just a blur.
After I had walked for a few more yards, it gradually
slowed down and stopped. I felt overwhelmed by the
experience. It felt as if, for a short time, the pendulum had
been taken over by an unseen force. I later found out that I
had located part of an Earth energy line that is linked to a
power centre not far from my home.
My dowsing career had started a few months earlier in
the normal way. I searched in my garden for underground
gas and water pipes and electrical cables. I kept getting a
reaction from the pendulum but had no way of knowing
whether my dowsing was accurate. So I asked my wife,
Rosemary, to hide one or two small objects for me in the
lounge so that the pendulum could direct me to where they
were. The results were excellent almost 100 per cent.
A word of warning. If dowsing is used for fun, or for
you to appear clever while in company, the results are
often inaccurate. In the case of the hidden objects,
presumably my higher self co-operated because the
game was being used for a constructive purpose.
After the initial learning period, an important success is
needed to raise confidence. I got my big boost when I
founda car.
Let me explain. Rosemary and I, together with our two
daughters, went on holiday to Menorca in October one
year. We parked the car on a massive car park near to the
airport and failed to note the exact location. We arrived
home late on a wet and windy night and I caught a shuttle
bus to what I thought was the approximate parking spot.
When I got off the bus, I found that there were thousands of
vehicles on the dimly-lit car park and I had not the faintest
idea where ours was. I was desperate and wondered what
to do.
Then I remembered my pendulum. I got it out of my
pocket and asked it to please direct me to our car. The
pendulum started to point to the north, not at all the
direction I would have expected, and kept swinging
backwards and forwards until I was near to the car, at
which point it started to swing very merrily clockwise. I
was amazed, delighted and grateful.
On another occasion I had bought an MP3 player, taken
it home and absent-mindedly put it away somewhere. The
next day I did not have a clue where it was. So I asked the
pendulum for help and was directed to a plastic storage
box in a cupboard. And there the MP3 player was, hidden
in a gap alongside a pile of books.
Successes like these confirm what a wonderful art
dowsing is.
Over the years I have located a lot of missing items and
have noted that the pendulum is most effective when there
is a real need.
The first dowsing course I attended was held in a church

hall only a mile from my home. Our tutor, Julian, began by
introducing the 20 people present to the booklet that I have
already mentioned: Letter to Robin, by Walt Woods.
Julian handed out L-rods made from brazing wire (they
are easy to make from a pair of metal coat hangers). Then,
after an introductory talk, with lots to take in, we students
went outside to put to the test what we had learnt. As we
held the rods in the way we had been shown, our tutor
said: Point to York. And guess what happened: the rods
pointed in various directions.
Julian chuckled and said: You did not tell the rods
which York you meant. There is more than one York.
Apart from there being two Yorks in England, towns with
this name can be found in other parts of the world,
including many in the United States of America. We had
just been given an important point to remember: when
dowsing, questions must be very specific. After we had
made clear that we meant the walled city in north
Yorkshire all the rods pointed the same way.
It was interesting to note that all of the people on the
course except one found that their rods responded. The
person who was unsuccessful was advised that he just
needed to practise a bit more. The truth is that virtually
everyone on the planet can dowse if they are open-minded
and are prepared to persevere.
After this exercise, it was time for some work on maps.
We were instructed to use our pendulums to pinpoint
ancient monuments. This seemed easy as the monuments
were clearly marked. But, naturally, there was a catch. We
had to turn over our copies of the map and dangle our
pendulums over the blank side. Then we had to put crosses
at the spots where the pendulums indicated that the
monuments were sited. If my recollection is correct, I
finished up with six crosses out of a possible eight. It
turned out, much to my surprise, that the crosses did in fact
coincide with monuments.
It was my first taste of what is known as remote or
distance dowsing. This is a mysterious aspect of the art
that causes even many open-minded people to scratch their
heads. Perhaps, in time, quantum physicists will be able to
explain how it works. I had found it a thoroughly
interesting day and could not wait to put into practice what
I had learnt.
Another one-day dowsing course that I went on made
me conclude that more women than men are in touch with
their intuitive sides. Present were 17 women and just one
man yours truly. I was not put out as I consider myself
well in touch with my female side (what psychotherapist
Carl Jung called the anima). This course placed a strong
emphasis on health matters. Everyone present had had
some previous experience of dowsing, and most also
seemed to have an interest in a complementary therapy
such as reflexology. I learnt during a question and answer
session that one or two were orthodox health
professionals, which provided food for thought.
Our tutor, Joy, a natural therapist with 18 years
experience, explained that early man had to know
instinctively what was good for him, and what was
harmful, when he was gathering food such as berries.
When a dowser dangles a pendulum over a food item
today, she said, it is that same sensitivity that causes a
muscular reaction in the arm and the reaction is
amplified by the pendulum. In the same way, an indication
can be obtained of what natural remedies might be helpful
when one is ill.
Joy went on to sound a note of warning. She said there
is a tremendous amount of interest in dowsing nowadays.
But, like fire and water, it can be used for good purposes
or for bad. Dowsers can access an unlimited amount of
knowledge. But they should not employ the art to pry into
other peoples business. Nor can dowsing be used to
obtain the winning lottery numbers in advance.
Part of the day was spent ascertaining whether we had
any allergies including whether we were sensitive to
certain foods or drinks. First, we picked up various food
items on a table and asked the pendulum to tell us
whether each was good or bad for us. In my case, if the
pendulum swung backwards and forwards (the same as my
yes response) it meant good. If it swung from side to
side (my no response) it meant bad. For some of the
students, a clockwise swing meant good and an
anticlockwise swing bad.
Several items were indicated as bad for me. But I was
surprised to find that I was not sensitive to dental amalgam
claimed to be a cause of a variety of ills nor to
strawberry jam made with white sugar, which I avoid like
the plague.
Then we were divided into pairs so that we could
delve into a much longer list of things we might be allergic
to (or intolerant of), including apart from foods certain
animals, metals, feathers and aspects of the house and
garden. My partner for the session, Helen, picked out
several fruits that I was recommended to avoid, together
with various other items, such as chocolate, coffee,
teabags, air freshener and some types of dust.
Joy warned about the dangers of formaldehyde. Yet it
was clear it was hard to avoid taking this widely-used
preservative into the body. She also told how for many
years she had suffered from agoraphobia until she
stopped consuming dairy products. It was like coming out
of a thick cloud, she told us. If she ever succumbs to
temptation and has an ice-cream the old problem returns.
Joy is a big believer in Bach flower remedies and my
trusty pendulum informed me that I would benefit from
crab apple, honeysuckle and vine.
The pendulum also indicated that I should drink at least
three pints of water a day far more than my usual intake.
Joy explained that low water consumption can cause a
variety of problems, ranging from apathy and headaches to
dry skin and colitis. Another top tip was for women to buy
the best cosmetics they could afford because 80pc of
anything that is applied to the skin is absorbed by the
body.
At the end of this course, my head was buzzing. There
was obviously far more to dowsing than I had originally
thought. Little did I realise that I was still right at the
beginning of my learning curve.
Naturally, I started to put into practice what I had
learnt, using relatives and friends as guinea pigs. I began
by testing people for food intolerances.
The problem was that most of the things my pendulum
picked out as bad for them were their favourite foods.
So they usually ignored what I said. Imagine having to
tell a regular tippler that he or she must avoid alcohol for
three months. Such advice does not go down well.
Later I went on a three-day healing course and learnt
about a number of complementary therapies.
To be a really successful dowser you need to use the

ancient art every day and make it a big part of your life. Is
that a practical approach? I have found that it is.
I will describe a typical day in my life.
After protecting myself, I start off with some remote
healing, using a clear quartz crystal with a point at one
end, and an Isis pendulum, to help people I know who are
ill. This is meant to supplement any medical treatment they
are receiving, not to replace it.
If someone needs help, first the pendulum will swing
anticlockwise to remove bad energy, with the point of the
crystal held away from the mental picture I have of the
person. When the spinning has stopped and it could be
some time before this happens I turn the crystal around
and the pendulum spins clockwise, sometimes for a minute
or more.
I decide I would like two slices of toast for breakfast.
Rosemary says the only loaf we have has been hidden
away in a cupboard for some time and is well past its use-
by date. I take a look at it and there are no obvious signs
that it is in a state of decay. I get out my pendulum and ask
whether it is safe to eat the bread. I get a lively yes. If the
pendulum had gone backwards and forwards more slowly
this would have meant that the loaf was still safe to eat but
was nearer to the end of its useful life. If the bread had
been potentially harmful there would have been an
anticlockwise swing.
Rosemary and I decide to go into town. As we look
around the shops, I say that I need some new trainers. We
go into a store and I try on several pairs that I like. I cant
make up my mind which ones to buy, so I ask the Universe
to help. As Rosemary would be embarrassed if I
consulted my pendulum in the shop, I indulge in a bit of
deviceless dowsing. I stand up straight and pick up the
shoes, one pair at a time. If my body sways slightly from
side to side it means no, they are unsuitable. If it sways
backwards and forwards it means yes, they will be fine. In
no time at all, I choose a pair and they turn out to be a
good buy.
We go to a supermarket intending to buy a bottle of
wine to be drunk with our evening meal. I ask in my head
for us to be directed to red wine that is of good quality but
reasonably priced. This time I get out my bunch of keys
and they start to swing backwards and forwards at an
angle. I follow the direction of the swing and find myself
walking alongside shelves containing hundreds of bottles
of red wine. After a short time, the keys spin round merrily
in front of some Malbec, priced at 4.99. I note that it has
been reduced in price from 8.99, and snap up three
bottles.
By this point, Rosemary and I are both feeling hungry.
As there has recently been publicity in the local press
about dirty restaurant kitchens, I ask the pendulum to
choose a suitable place for us to eat. When we walk into
the selected restaurant I note that the chefs are in full view
of us all the time, so I feel confident that our meal will be
hygienically prepared.
Back home, we find our elder daughter is not there and
we are unable to contact her on her mobile. I ask the
pendulum if she is all right, and receive a lively yes. Half
an hour later she arrives home safely and explains that her
phone has developed a fault.
A friend comes to visit us and complains that she is
feeling a bit lethargic. She knows of my spiritual interests
and, when I ask her if she would like to have her chakras
balanced, she says she would. I get out my pendulum and
find that all seven chakras need attention. After she has
been given a boost by my trusty piece of clear quartz
crystal, the wheels of subtle energy are all soon spinning
nicely again (as confirmed by the movement of the
pendulum). A few minutes later the friend seems to be a
lot livelier.
Before dinner, I enjoy a couple of glasses of the wine
we had bought that afternoon. I ask the pendulum
(representing my higher self, of course) whether it would
be in order for me to have another glassful. Fortunately, it
gives a positive response on this occasion. It has been
known to say no!
As I prepare the meal, I notice that a bag of salad
leaves has passed its use-by date by several days. I ask the
pendulum whether the leaves are still fit to eat and get a
vigorous yes. (I am well aware that use-by dates, as
distinct from sell-by dates, normally have to be carefully
observed and some food items should be thrown away as
soon as a use-by date has passed).
I fancy a relaxing read after dinner, instead of watching
the television. My pendulum chooses a suitable book for
me from my own collection of titles.
Editors, possibly excepting those at the helm of

sensationalist national tabloids, are thought of as very
much part of the Establishment. They are assumed to have
the same views as the average sensible, honest citizen. So
when I learnt how to dowse I did not at first let readers
know about by new interest.
But after a while I was so excited about the things I
was discovering that I was like a fizzy bottle of lemonade
that was threatening to blow its cap off. I just had to tell
people about the new dimension to my life.
I started by writing a feature article about the first
formal dowsing course that I had attended. Then I donned
my crash helmet and waited for the response. I was in for
a surprise. Sure enough, some scientists and born-again
Christians protested. But only a few. And they were
outnumbered by the positive reactions.
Greatly encouraged, I started to regularly mention
dowsing, and alternative spirituality, in my opinion
column. As time went by, the negative comments continued
to come from only a handful of critics, but feedback from
readers who were interested in what I wrote increased.
I reminded myself that if I had written about my interest
in dowsing 20 years before there would have been an
outcry. But we live in a country that has become far more
open-minded. Interestingly, the newspapers circulation
continued to rise and we won several awards.
When I retired, I was asked to continue to write the
column and enjoyed doing so until, four years later, there
was illness in the family and I had to give it up.
It is worth adding that some scientists privately told me
that they liked to read what I wrote about dowsing but that
they would be in trouble if colleagues found out that they
were interested in my views. How sad.
Mother Earths subtle energy system is to me one of the

most fascinating and important subjects under the sun.
By subtle I mean that the energies to which I am referring
are not detectable with scientific instruments and the sixth
sense has to be used.
The Earths energy grid has been described as being
like a spiders web. Each current of energy is said to have
a slightly different frequency that can be tuned into by a
highly skilled dowser. I am afraid I have not reached that
stage yet.
The major energy channels, which encircle the globe,
have been likened to super highways, and the points at
which they cross, such as at Glastonbury, have been
viewed as sacred since ancient times. The mystic symbols
for the energies are the dragon, serpent and snake.
In any discussion of Earth energies, Alfred Watkins and
ley lines are always mentioned, and I have a copy of
Watkinss book, The Old Straight Track, on my desk as I
write this.
In 1921, the wealthy Herefordshire businessman and
pioneering photographer had a revelation. While studying
a map he suddenly realised that a number of ancient points
of interest were in a straight line that passed over hill
tops. They included mounds, old stones, churches built on
pre-Christian sites, holy wells and crossroads. He went on
to identify many similar alignments. There is another
version of how Watkins learnt about straight tracks. He
was sitting on a high hill and looking down at the
landscape when he had a flash of enlightenment.
I am not certain which version is correct. The important
thing is that he called the alignments ley lines and
initially thought they marked prehistoric traders routes.
Towards the end of his life he came to believe they could
have some deeper significance.
It was John Michell, a student of ancient monuments,
who pointed out what that significance was, writing: It
was as if some flow of current followed the course of
these man-made alignments.
Those words appeared in a book that gave a big boost
to interest in the arrival of the New Age in the 1970s. It
was called The View over Atlantis, first published in 1969
(and later revised and given a slightly different name, The
New View over Atlantis).
Michell went on to discover that the ancient Chinese
had their equivalent of leys which they called dragon
paths or Lung Meis. This led to his astonishing
conclusion that in ancient times all over the world a
science of terrestrial acupuncture was developed
through which earthworks and stone monuments were used
to aid the flow of Earth energy.
Since Michells revelation those who subscribe to the
new spirituality have emphasised his message that the
subtle energy grid plays a vital role in the well-being of
the planet. It is also now widely appreciated that ancient
peoples were intuitively aware of the natural energies and
realised their significance.
New Agers view Mother Earth, Gaia, as a living organism

whose existence has been put in doubt by the way she has
been abused by the human race since the beginning of the
industrial era.
Many books have been written about Earth energies.
One of my favourites is The Sun and the Serpent, by
Hamish Miller and Paul Broadhurst. Over a period of
more than two years the pair tracked a flow of energy
along what is known as the St Michael Line.
This alignment stretches for 300 miles from Cornwall
to Norfolk. Its many sacred places include St Michaels
Mount, Glastonbury and Avebury.
Miller and Broadhurst had many surprises. For
instance, they found that, instead of following a straight
line, the St Michael current meanders; and it has a twin
line, which carries the feminine charge, called St Mary.
As their journey of discovery continued it seemed as if
the veil of time was being drawn aside and they gained an
increased awareness of the intuitive respect that ancient
peoples had for the Earths energy system.
The raw Earth energy was the basis of dragon myths in
all ancient cultures. The Chinese associate their dragons
with good health and fortune. Dragons were held in
equally high esteem in this country in pre-Christian times.
But following the Council of Nicea in 325, when
Christianity became Romes state religion, an interest in
Earth energies was condemned as pagan. So Christian
saints were portrayed killing dragons with swords and
spears.
The late Colin Bloy wrote: It was symbolic of
destroying the heathen religion. To wrestle and subdue the
dragon was to conquer sin.
He added: In fact the dragon really is the raw vertical
spiral energy of the earth. Dowsers will find it as a spiral
in these places, and in most cases the spiral straightens out
into a ley line and enters the community in a vitalising
way. But it is put into a constructive mode by the hyper-
consciousness of man.
I must point out that many prominent dowsers these
days avoid using the term ley line. Ley is used on its own
to refer to an alignment of sacred sites. Energy ley means a
current of Earth energy running in a straight line that often
follows the course of a ley. Another view is that energy
lines linking ancient monuments were created by human
intent, possibly for ceremonial purposes. And many New
Agers view the lines as mysterious streams of the
universal life force that possess great spiritual,
astrological and healing qualities. Gets confusing, doesnt
it?
To complicate things further, some leading dowsers say
that underground water and water veins are always
present at powerful centres of natural energy which are
found at the sites of ancient monuments. The water is said
to be of the primary variety meaning that it has not fallen
from the sky as rain but is the by-product of a chemical
reaction deep underground.
I always keep things simple and make clear to the
Universe what I am looking for. If I am seeking a powerful
line of Earth energy, that is what I focus on. If I am
interested in underground streams or water veins, again I
focus accordingly. And so on. My system works for me.
Just to tidy things up, I must point out that I accept that
it is possible for dowsable energy lines to be created by
the human mind. Just for fun, I have experimented in this
area myself. But I do not view my lines (which I have
always deleted afterwards) as being the same as the
dragon currents that are part of the world wide web of
natural energies.
It is worth adding that Earth energy lines sometimes
become corrupted and can be restored to good health by
humans. A friend of mine travels to various parts of the
world to heal the energy grid.
Tracking currents of subtle Earth energies with my

pendulum has given me a lot of pleasure over the years
and also provided many revelations.
I learnt early on that two energy leys often cross in old
churches which were in many cases built on sites
originally occupied by pagan places of worship. The
crossing points are known as power centres or nodes. It is
clear that the sixth sense of our ancient ancestors was far
more highly tuned than ours is and it was easy for them to
locate the power spots so they could build there.
Over the years I have tracked sections of dozens of
lines of Earth energy. I have visited many places that
dowsers love, such as Avebury, Glastonbury, and St
Michaels Mount in Cornwall, all of which stand on what
is known as the Michael and Mary Line.
Every serious spiritual adventurer should visit
Glastonbury, where the Michael and Mary currents cross
three times. If you sit in the Chalice Well Gardens on a
warm day there is a feeling of complete peace and of
being at one with the Universe. It is a wonderful spot in
which to meditate.
Another famous place I have explored is Mont St
Michel, in Normandy, France, where the Michael and
Mary currents (which on the continent are named Apollo
and Athena) cross inside the Gothic abbey church. When
my wife, Rosemary, and I were in Normandy on holiday
with another couple some years ago I suggested a visit to
Mont St Michel, and everyone was in favour.
But when Rosemary realised we were heading towards
the abbey church, she said that if I took out a pendulum she
would never speak to me again. (Was that a promise?) So
out came that old standby, a bunch of keys, which led me
along the Apollo current. And, hey presto, on one area of
the flagstone floor the keys swung round wildly to indicate
that I had found the spot at which Apollo and Athena
crossed.
I was surprised because the crossing point did not
occur in an obviously significant or sacred spot, such as
under an altar, but was close to a wall. I stood quietly for
a few minutes, fearing that my dowsing had been
inaccurate. Several months later all was explained when I
learnt that the present abbey church was built over a much
older place of worship, which must have been
appropriately positioned over the power centre.
I have always felt happy in old churches, thanks to the
Earth energies. I wrote in a newspaper column in
December, 2006, that whenever I visited Loughborough
Parish Church in Leicestershire as a journalist I became
filled with a feeling of well-being. One day I walked right
round the perimeter of the church with pendulum in action
and found that, as I suspected, energy lines crossed near to
the altar.
Further afield, I found a similar power centre at the site
of an ancient Christian church in Son Bou, Menorca.
There, too, the atmosphere was uplifting although the
fact that I was on holiday no doubt helped!
In the summer of 2012, Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers

held a field trip to the remains of a 12th century Cistercian
Abbey in Leicesters Abbey Park. We were fortunate that
Julian, my old dowsing tutor, was with us to confirm the
location of the Earth energy lines and also help us to tune
in to the history of this interesting site.
As expected, it did not take long to find two powerful
currents of Earth energy and note the point at which they
crossed. But we had a surprise when Julian suddenly
asked: Where was the kings body placed? History
lovers will be aware that after King Richard III had been
killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485 his body
was taken back to Leicester. Initially, said Julian, it was
placed within the abbey. But where?
Our treasurer, Phill, and I got out our angle rods (this
was one occasion when I did not use my pendulum) and I
was relieved that mine pointed in the same direction as
his. Julian said we were right, but we had to leave it to
him to pinpoint the exact spot.
Then came another question: Where was the body
moved to? Julian explained that the abbot decided it
could not remain on consecrated ground. Again, Phill and I
were able to establish the direction in which the kings
body was carried and that it was put down some distance
away. The exact distance, our L-rods indicated, was 290
yards.
Next we checked the layout of the abbey remains. The
low walls were built around 80 years ago with the
intention of reflecting the layout of the original building.
We were able to confirm that the architect responsible had
done a good job and that the key features of what must
have been a magnificent building were in the right spots.
No detrimental energy was found at the site not
because unpleasant events never happened there but
apparently because in more recent times there has been so
much happiness in this pleasant park.
By coincidence (and what a coincidence!), a few days
later the news broke that Richard IIIs skeleton had been
found not far away under a car park at Greyfriars.
Archaeologists who dug up the skeleton have rightly
received a lot of praise. But not enough publicity has been
given to the major role a dowser played in this remarkable
story.
It was Philippa Langley, secretary of the Scottish
branch of the Richard III Society, who launched the quest
to find the kings skeleton after years of research.
In a Channel 4 documentary she said that the moment
she walked into the car park at Greyfriars the hairs on the
back of her neck stood up and something told her that this
where they had to look.
She identified the exact spot for the mechanical digger
to cut through the tarmac. It was not clear whether she was
using her intuition or holding L-rods. But it does not really
matter. L-rods and pendulums are used to indicate what the
subconscious already knows. As pointed out in an issue of
the British Society of Dowsers magazine, Dowsing
Today, Philippa experienced a moment of knowing
which many dowsers would recognise as deviceless
dowsing.
Among other especially interesting field trips held by

Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers was a visit to the old
priory at Grace Dieu, reputedly one of Leicestershires
most haunted spots. Although it was May, the temperature
was only 10C degrees, with a strong wind making it feel a
lot colder.
Over the past 80 years there have been hundreds of
reports of apparitions being seen there. Monks have often
been spotted, but the most famous phantom is a white lady
who has been observed crossing the road to reach the
bus shelter! The ruins stand on the Thringstone Fault, said
to be responsible for the extraordinary amount of
paranormal phenomena in the area.
Some members of our party were planning to find out a
lot about the history of the site, including details about the
people who had lived there. But I was more interested in
the subtle currents of Earth energy that crisscross this
fascinating area. There is no doubt that if the sixth sense is
active on a visit to the priory an amazing amount of energy
can be tuned into. One spot in the ruins is a power centre
which made my pendulum go wild and spin at high speed.
The Augustinians, who constructed the priory, no doubt
knew all about the significance of Earth energies and
power centres, although it is probable that the building
replaced a pagan place of worship. Pagans and early
Christians alike were aware that the Earth Energy Grid
carries the life force of the planet.
Those members of our party who concentrated on
domestic life at the priory used their L-rods and
pendulums to identify where such features as the kitchens,
vegetable garden and orchard would have been situated. It
came as no surprise when two sets of human remains were
located in one case those of a pre-Christian holy man.
Despite the priorys reputation for being haunted, only
one ghostly experience was reported to me as group
secretary. Peter, a frequent visitor to Grace Dieu, said that
as normal he sensed psychically that he was being
accompanied by Roesia de Verdun, who founded the
priory in around 1235. He said she was always pleased to
see him and show him around. It has been assumed that
Roesia is the white lady who has been spotted so often in
the area over the years.
The nuns at the priory wore white habits, rather than the
usual black, and called themselves the White Nuns of St
Augustine. So perhaps the many ghostly white lady
sightings have involved several different members of the
community.
Sceptics who view the claimed sightings of ghosts in
and near to the ruins as nonsense should be aware that
some of the many folk who have had strange experiences
at Grace Dieu have been level-headed types who stick
strictly to the facts. The late John Bradley comes into this
category. He was a well-known businessman who gave
long service on Charnwood Borough Council and became
Mayor. He once told how he was driving past the priory
when he saw the ghost of a monk or nun with head bowed.
And a bus driver had a shock one night when he stopped to
pick up a mysterious lady near to the priory. For she
disappeared as he waited for her to step on board.
According to a popular explanation, Roesia de Verdun
takes the form of a ghost because her remains were
disturbed at the beginning of the 19th century.
There are still expert dowsers around who believe that the
art should be used only for practical purposes, such as
finding where to drill for water or oil. What a shame. For
they have this wonderful gift that could open so many
doors for them and broaden their spiritual horizons.
A few years after I had learnt to dowse I was keen to
find out about my past lives. When I attended Joys
Dowsing for Health course there was a session on how to
dip into the dim and distant past. With pendulum in hand,
Joy asked a series of searching questions before revealing
information about one of my past lives. I learnt that I had
been a female land owner in the Middle Ages and had
been unkind to my employees. Ouch! That was not the sort
of thing I had wanted to hear.
Even before I became a dowser I believed that I had
had glimpses of previous lives living in Egypt, Cork in
Ireland, Germany, and Stoke-on-Trent in this country.
The most vivid flashback if that was what it was
came from Germany. So one evening while alone I asked
the pendulum whether it was worth looking into this
revelation. The answer was yes and I decided to visit a
professional psychic, Ann.
I arrived at her neat semi-detached house feeling a little
nervous, as well as excited, and was led into a room
decorated in a pale shade of violet.
First Ann explained in detail what was involved. Then
I lay down on a comfortable couch with my head on a
cushion and she turned on a tape player from which gentle
music floated out.
In soothing tones, Ann spent some time encouraging me
to relax with my eyes closed. Eventually, I was asked to
imagine that I was crossing a long bridge that led to a
previous life. I arrived on the other side of the bridge in a
dense cloud of swirling yellow-grey mist and was asked
to look at my footwear.
I saw that I was wearing black boots. I then looked at
my clothing and found that I was dressed in a blue
uniform. In response to further questions I got the
impression that I was a postal worker or railway porter in
Berlin, Germany, in the 1930s. My name was Kurt Rolff.
Up to that point I had been standing in the countryside.
But the scene instantly changed to Berlin city centre. I was
standing in a crowd of people outside a railway station
and knew that I was anxiously waiting for someone. I was
painfully aware that a train I was about to board was due
to leave very soon. And eventually I rushed onto the
station platform and got into a carriage.
But, even as the train drew out, I was still hoping that
the person for whom I was waiting would arrive, and I
strained my neck looking out of the carriage window. Even
though Ann asked further questions, the vision would not
move forward from there. And I was unable to tell her
anything about the person who had not turned up. Slowly,
Ann brought me back to the present day and after a minute
or two I became fully awake, although still relaxed.
I told her that, throughout the intriguing session, I had
always been half aware that I was lying down in her front
room and that she was asking questions. She said that was
normal.
Had I been given a glimpse of a previous existence or
was it all in the imagination? Ann said another possible
explanation was that I had tuned into someone elses past
life. I was surprised to learn that the session had lasted
for three-quarters of an hour, for it had seemed more like
15 minutes.
I must stress that nothing I had experienced had been
unpleasant. So far as the name Kurt Rolff is concerned I
might have read it in a book, although I could not recall
having done so.
Another psychic whom I consulted a few months later
confirmed that I had had a previous life in Germany but
she said that I had died as a soldier in World War One.
She said she could picture me clearly. I was small and
blond.
Since that time I have, with the aid of my pendulum,
improved my do-it-yourself regression skills and have had
some fascinating insights. Once I found myself in an
Egyptian pyramid and the images were so realistic that
they lived with me for several months.
On another occasion I was a female dancer in a Turkish
palace. On the personal cinema screen provided by my
imagination I could clearly see my dainty slippers and
gossamer-like clothes. I felt a bit uncomfortable about that
peep into the past.
Then there was the time when I recalled living in
Lancashire in the late 1800s and working in a small
engineering workshop. I could smell the grease and feel
the heat from an old stove. Following that came
memories of a life spent in Stoke-on-Trent,
Staffordshire. I could see myself sitting alone, in late
middle-age, in an untidy front room that I used as a
workshop. There was a sewing machine on a small table
with a lot of waste material on the floor around it. My
right leg was shorter than my left and I wore a boot with a
high heel.
I think that is enough to be going on with. Suffice to say
that, before every attempt at regression, you should check
with your pendulum that it is in your best interests to go
ahead.
In the last chapter I mentioned my personal cinema screen

and feel this needs an explanation.
When I dream, or see something with my minds eye,
the images are in the centre of my head. But at other times
when I form mental pictures such as during a guided
meditation I use a screen that gives the impression of
being some distance away in front of my forehead.
Although I think I had been vaguely aware of this
screen for years, it was only when I prepared for my first
firewalk that I appreciated its capabilities. The motivator
told us that a personal screen can be made as large as you
like, the colours can be intensified and the volume can be
turned up so loud that the sound is deafening. And how
right he was!
Perhaps the most impressive thing about the screen is
that you choose what images appear on it, and it can be
used for a variety of purposes. For example, if you have
had a bad day at work and your boss has upset you,
imagine him (or her) in front of you looking as normal.
Then turn him into a particularly comical version of
Mickey Mouse, shrink him and laugh at him. Very soon the
sting will have been taken out of your recollection of the
unpleasant chap, and when you see him next day you will
chuckle under your breath.
Try making a lemon appear on the screen and see it
being slowly cut in half so that the juice sprays all over
the place. You will find that your mouth waters because
your subconscious believes you are looking at the real
thing. Its worth re-reading that sentence, because it
confirms what an extraordinarily powerful asset your
imagination is.
I find the screen especially useful when I take a look at
previous lives. I also use it during guided meditation and
creative visualisation. And memories from childhood can
be conjured up on demand. They are so vivid that the
characters in them seem to come back to life.
Anyone who has been dowsing for a few years can also
use their personal screen to practise without a physical
pendulum. Use your imagination to make a pendulum
appear and you will find it will give yes and no answers
just as if you were using a real dowsing tool. I use this
deviceless method from time to time. But I still love the
sight and feeling of my faithful Isis pendulum reacting to
my questions.
My personal cinema screen should not be confused
with the third eye (or inner eye), which is a symbol of
enlightenment and provides perception beyond normal
sight.
In March, 2015, Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers

visited Leicesters ancient St Mary De Castro Church.
And it turned out to be an eye-opening experience.
Founded in 1107, the church stands within the precincts
of Leicester castle and has a remarkable history (which is
well documented on the web, including royal
connections).
On arrival, we were greeted by the parish
administrator and offered a coffee before we got down to
business. I made sure my psychic shield was in good order
and then cleared my mind while deciding what to
concentrate on.
The churchs name translates as St Mary of the Castle
and the building is claimed to be a favourite haunt of one
of Leicesters best-known ghosts, Black Annis. However,
throughout our visit the atmosphere seemed to be friendly.
Although we were not there principally to enjoy the
architecture, it has to be said that many features of the
large interior are most impressive. Its no wonder that,
according to some commentators, St Marys is among
Englands most noteworthy churches.
I decided to begin by focusing on Earth energy lines
(nothing unusual about that). And what a surprise I had!
Two currents run the length of the building, and they are
crossed at right angles by two more, forming a grid. The
currents are very active and this place of worship is a real
Earth energies hot spot.
As mentioned previously, I have dowsed the churches
on St Michaels Mount in Cornwall and Mont St Michel in
Normandy, France, both well-known for Earth energy
lines. And in neither case was my pendulum as busy as at
St Marys, where I also located two Earth energy spirals.
One of those, at the base of the tower, instantly gave me a
light-headed feeling, and I could sense the energy pulsing
through my legs.
My psychic sixth sense was not fully engaged on this
trip (we all have off days). However, on my personal
cinema screen I came across a priest in a brown habit,
who seemed to be a jolly chap, and a distressed female. I
trust that it was not the priest who had caused the lady to
be upset!
Some members of our party were interested in other
features of the church, such as tombstones set into the
floor. There was so much to take in that we agreed we
might pay St Marys another visit.
One dowser tuned into the past in impressive fashion,
reporting afterwards: I get an impression of the church
filled with many men holding crosses high above their
heads1500s? This was a very important service that Im
being shown which includes monks with white hoods.
Dedication and devotion. There are many lights, candles
and chanting. There was a purple/violet energy then which
is still here today.
I could not better that.
I ended up feeling dizzy and did not get back to normal
until I walked towards the city centre and was refreshed
by the cool breeze.
Its worth adding that St Mary De Castro Church is part
of the ancient area of Leicester that contains some
remarkable Earth energy lines.
If you are ever in the city, just walk past the Guildhall
with a pendulum and see what happens.
A lot of people know that I am interested in dowsing, not

surprising considering that I regularly mentioned my hobby
in my newspaper column.
Occasionally I receive requests for help with a variety
of problems and am always happy to oblige free of
charge, as I do not need to earn money from dowsing.
Some time ago a man aged in his mid-30s, whom I will
call Tom, said he was keen to start a new career. But he
was in a quandary as he could not decide what type of
work to choose.
When he came to my house I first asked him to make out
a list of possible new jobs but also to include his present
occupation. Tom explained that his current post was
secure and paid reasonably well and his pension
prospects were excellent. But he was slightly bored and
also felt there was little chance of promotion. He sat and
watched as my pendulum slowly moved down the list. I
had asked that the pendulum should spin clockwise when
it reached the most appropriate career.
Tom ended up disappointed. For the advice was that he
should remain where he was. However, a year later he had
reason to be grateful for pendulum wisdom. A recession
had arrived and many people were losing their jobs. Yet
his position was safe and, whats more, he had been
promoted and was enjoying his work.
Another request about careers came from a young lady
whom I will call Alice. She had passed an exam that
entitled her to go on a newspaper journalism course. But
she had a nagging feeling that she would not be happy as a
reporter.
The pendulum quickly established that Alice was a
sensitive young lady and that she would not feel at home
amid the cut and thrust of life on a newspaper. Some of the
assignments she would be given, such as interviewing
people hit by tragedy, would be deeply upsetting for her.
It was hard for her to turn down such a great
opportunity. But it all turned out for the best as she found a
job much more suitable for her and in which she is very
happy.
Of course, I am not a careers adviser. But it was not I
who was giving the advice. It came from the Universal
Consciousness.
The pendulum is always ready to tackle a huge range of
questions, from the very trivial to the extraordinarily
important.
At the trivial end, I often ask questions such as: Would
it be in my best interests to have cheese with my evening
meal? Or: Do I need to have an alcohol-free day? At
the more important end, friends might ask me to check with
my pendulum whether its the best time for them to move
to a new house.
When I am asked by someone where they should go on
holiday, I give the same advice that I gave Tom: make out
a list of possible destinations. Then the pendulum will
choose.
In his best-selling philosophical novel, Zen and the Art of

Motorcycle Maintenance, author Robert M. Pirsig makes
a mighty effort to explain what quality means. It all gets
complicated especially in the follow-up book, Lila.
I have a simple system for assessing quality using a
pendulum, of course. My system sets out to check whether
something is beneficial for me. Anything under the sun can
be tested, ranging from a blockbuster novel to a holiday
abroad or a philosophical concept. Yes, the skys the limit.
I merely ask the pendulum to give an item a mark out of
10. I start to count from zero to 10 and the pendulum will
revolve clockwise on the correct number. I try to steer
clear of anything that scores below five.
If you use this method of checking on quality you will
have some surprises. Start with your daily newspaper
assuming that you still buy one in this digital age. My wife
swears by our paper but it only just scrapes through with
a five.
Many of the most popular television programmes score
very low, in some cases receiving a zero, and I avoid them
like the plague. Some best-selling books and blockbuster
films fare little better.
When encountering any form of entertainment that
scores below five it is best to remember the saying,
Rubbish in, rubbish out. In other words, if you regularly
enjoy low-grade pastimes your brain will be polluted and
what comes out of your mouth will not be of high quality,
to say the least.
My simple system is also used when we are deciding
where to go on holiday. First the resort is checked and
given a mark. Then the accommodation gets similar
treatment. A few years ago an apartment on a Spanish
island was awarded only two, although in the holiday
brochure it looked ideal. We chose another apartment that
got an eight and when we arrived at the resort found that
the accommodation first considered was sited only a few
yards from a mobile phone tower. The experts would no
doubt say we would have been quite safe near to the
tower. However, a few years previously we had slept
badly in an apartment which was similarly sited.
Some readers will ask how I know my system is
accurate. What gives me confidence is that the results are
often not at all what I had been expecting. To give one
example: I checked our tap water for quality, expecting it
to be given a low score. As it turned out it was marked
only a couple of points below the bottled water on which
we spend a lot of money.
If you would like a more comprehensive and complex
system than mine for assessing quality, check out Dr David
Hawkinss Map of Consciousness, which uses muscle
testing another form of dowsing.
I used to have a low opinion of alternative therapists

(more correctly called complementary therapists). My
jaundiced view arose from two unhappy experiences.
Well before I became interested in dowsing I made an
appointment with a naturopath based on the outskirts of
London. The reason why I needed help was that my nerves
were in a bad state at the time, mainly due to pressure at
work.
When I arrived at the naturopaths clinic (I will call
him Fred) he started quite properly by taking my blood
pressure. He said it was rather high although when I
explained that I had had a long drive along the M1 he said
that was probably responsible.
Then he noted that my back was bent and said he could
do something about it. He stepped behind me, put his right
knee at the base of the spine and pulled my shoulders
back. An agonising pain shot through me and I collapsed
on the floor screaming in agony.
As I lay there gasping for breath, he kindly gave me a
few minutes to recover and then said: What I am going to
do next will be painful. I muttered to myself: If its any
worse than what has just happened Im in trouble.
Fred picked up a massive syringe and proceeded to fill
it with a variety of liquid medicines. Then he put the top
back on and pressed the plunger slightly to ensure that the
evil-looking green concoction was flowing correctly.
He ordered me to bare my backside and then sunk the
syringe into my left buttock. It was shockingly painful and
I am sure the point hit the bone. After half the liquid had
been released he did the same with my right buttock.
As I recovered, Fred said: Sitting down will be
uncomfortable for a few days. Then he selected a stack of
pills and potions from the shelves at the back of his clinic
and, after I had handed over a substantial amount of
money, he bid me good day.
A week later I phoned Fred to say that my nerves were
still in a bad state and he said: You must go and see your
GP.
A few years later, when the ankylosing spondylitis from
which I have suffered since my teens was still
undiagnosed, I consulted a highly recommended osteopath.
I told him that all of my joints were stiff, particularly my
hips.
I visited the osteopath regularly for months and some of
my joints felt more comfortable. But the last time that I
saw him he caused considerable pain when he put his
hands around my head and twisted it from side to side. He
also used brute force to try to free up my hips.
A week later I consulted a rheumatologist privately,
and he told me I had an advanced case of AS. My back
was bent for good as the vertebrae had seized and the
sacroiliac was in a bad state, not to mention my painful
neck. I was put on a course of unpleasant tablets and,
within a few months, I could again walk reasonably
comfortably.
Although I have been critical of two complementary
practitioners, the NHS did not deserve any credit as the
AS had gone undiagnosed for nearly 30 years, despite
several visits to hospital during which X-rays were taken.
Of course, when I learnt to dowse, and started to take
an interest in everything connected with the new
spirituality, I modified my views on complementary
therapies and therapists. A few months ago, when I was in
agony with a stiff neck, I was greatly helped by Jane
Radford, of Framework Dowsing. Jane, who at the time
was chairperson of Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers,
sent healing energy remotely. And within a short time my
neck felt better than it had for years.
Apart from the courses I have attended I have read
about some remarkable healers and many of the cures
described have been extraordinary. Even so, success is not
guaranteed. And many open-minded people with a serious
illness opt to have the conventional treatment, supported
by a complementary therapy.
I know of a young lady who seven years ago was
diagnosed with acute myeloid leukaemia. Treatment
involved total body irradiation and a stem cell transplant.
She was supported throughout by a wonderful healer
named Ted. And she is convinced that the way she was
able to cope was largely thanks to Ted, and also to friends
and well-wishers who sent positive energy remotely.
Doctors and nurses were amazed by the progress she
made.
Whenever she had a pain the healer would place his
hands on her. She said she always experienced feelings of
warmth and wellbeing and the pain soon eased. Ted was
complementing orthodox treatment that was first rate.
So this young lady is among the many people who
believe that doctors and complementary therapists should
work together to help the sick something with which I
and my pendulum wholeheartedly agree.
I have done the odd bit of unpaid healing work since I

obtained a Dowsing for Health certificate and have had
some modest successes. My approach is simple. In the
case of people who are feeling a bit rundown and fed up
(and have been to see their doctor) I first check their seven
major chakras (wheels of subtle energy in line with the
spine).
Using a pendulum, I always start by making sure they
are grounded firmly anchored to Mother Earth. Then I
begin with the base or root chakra, which is red. After
focusing, I hold the pendulum in front of the chakra and see
whether I get a reaction. If it is working normally my
pendulum will spin merrily clockwise. If the chakra needs
a boost the pendulum will not move or will only revolve
slowly. Then I go on to the sacral orange, solar plexus
yellow, heart green or pink, neck blue, third eye or
brow chakra indigo, and crown chakra violet.
It is quite common to find that all seven chakras need
attention. In some cases they are blocked. I hold a clear
quartz crystal in front of each chakra in turn. The pendulum
will start to spin clockwise and I wait until it stops.
Next I use the pendulum to check the *patients aura
(the subtle energy field that surrounds the human body) to
see if there are any holes in it. If there are, these are
healed with the quartz crystal.
Most importantly, I respectfully ask the Universe to
pour down healing energy.
I go on to check (again with a pendulum) how many
spirit guides the patient has and whether they are all in
position. If they are not in place I ask for them to be
moved back and afterwards make sure that this has been
done. I repeat the exercise with the patients guardian
angels.
I conclude with a guided meditation that ends with the
patient meeting his or her inner child tears normally
flow at this point.
To the scientifically-minded person, this will probably
all sound like rubbish. All I can say is that it usually
provides at least some benefit.
Not long ago, a teenage youth came to me feeling
extremely depressed. He was usually a cheerful person
and could not understand why, out of the blue, he had
plunged into the depths of despair. He said there was no
reason why he should feel so low. He had a good job, a
girlfriend and a hectic social life. He assured me that he
was not taking illegal drugs.
After the five-part healing session there were tears in
his eyes, but he assured me that he was feeling better. The
next day he phoned to say that he was full of the joys of
spring. He has contacted me several time since then and he
is still feeling in excellent shape mentally.
*I dont like to use the word patient as it sounds
too formal. But I could not think of an appropriate
alternative.
In my younger days, when I was a member of a strict

Christian faith, I had a problem: I was psychic. That was
something I hardly dared to admit to myself, let alone the
church leaders. Any congregation members confessing that
they were psychic would have been warned that Satan was
trying to recruit them. But I could not change.
Whenever I went into an old building that I had not
visited before I would be bombarded by scenes and
people from the past. The images would be overpowering
and would live with me for days afterwards.
Every so often I had a vivid dream of a disaster that
had not yet occurred, such as an earthquake or plane crash.
These dreams would always happen when I was in that
strange state that occurs just before one wakes up.
One morning, when I was nearly awake, I thought my
wife, Rosemary, had switched on the radio. A news reader
was announcing a rail crash. The report was detailed, and
included the number of casualties. Then I sat up in bed and
realised I had been dreaming.
I told family members about the dream and recorded it
in my diary. I was quite convinced that I had had a
premonition of an actual event and for days listened to the
news with more interest than usual. But when nothing had
happened in the next few weeks I forgot about it.
About six months later the hairs on the back of my neck
stood up when a report of the train crash was the first item
on the news
Many years later, after I had left the strict faith, I
became interested in dowsing. And my pendulum opened
many spiritual doors for me that made sense of my psychic
insights.
I read in a book that anyone telling their subconscious
that they would like to have vivid dreams at night would
have some amazing experiences. I asked my pendulum
whether this was a step worth taking. I got a yes and many
of the dreams I have had since then have been
extraordinary and full of meaning.
The strange thing is that since I started to dowse I have
had few premonitions. They had presumably served their
purpose. They had prompted me to begin a spiritual
journey a journey which has enriched my life in so many
ways. And before every step my faithful pendulum has
always been there to provide reassurance.
Very rarely has it warned that something I was planning
to do was unwise. Such a warning came recently when
dowsing group members were due to visit the site of an
archaeological dig.
The pendulums response made quite clear that I should
not go at least, not at that time. I was given to understand
that the ghost of a Roman centurion was active on the site
and perhaps my defences were temporarily inadequate to
withstand a psychic attack.
When I started to broaden my spiritual horizons I recalled an unusual
episode from my childhood. Just before I got up one morning when I was aged
four I saw with my minds eye a large violet-coloured flower. I watched it for
several minutes before it faded away.
This continued to happen every morning for several months. As a dowser I
realised that the lovely flower must have been connected with my crown
chakra, which is violet. I also realised that, even at such a young age, I must
have been becoming spiritually aware which could explain a lot of things.
One of my biggest regrets is that for so many years I was afraid to open
doors into the psychic world.
Lifes a journey and we all face challenges at various

points along the road. For many of us, the journey is made
far more difficult because we carry heavy burdens. Two of
my burdens have been AS and what Winston Churchill
used to call the black dog.
First the ankylosing spondylitis, which is a type of
arthritis. I started to suffer from pains in my lower back at
the age of 19 and, over the years, other parts of my body
began to ache. At times my hips would lock up and I
would be in agony and unable to move. I went to hospital
for X-rays several times and, when I reached my late 30s,
I was told I had a remarkable curvature of the spine.
It was not until I was 48 that I had the good fortune to
be put in touch with a rheumatologist, who was a friend of
one of my relatives. He quickly diagnosed AS. As
mentioned previously, I was put on a course of powerful
drugs that before too long made life more pleasant. These
days, apart from when I have the occasional flare-up, I do
not suffer from too much pain. Yet many aspects of life are
a challenge including the effort it takes to put on my
socks or tie my shoe laces. You see, my spine is so rigid
that it does not bend.
But, even at its worst, AS is easier to cope with than
the black dog depression. Several members of my family
in the past have been severely affected by mental
problems, including my late mother, for whom life was
often sheer torture, due to her black moods. The black dog
first got its teeth into me when I was aged only 14, and it
returned every few years.
When I was in my early 50s I experienced a
particularly severe attack. I was happily married with
three fabulous children and had every reason to feel
cheerful and optimistic, yet I suddenly plunged into the
depths of despair.
What made it harder was that, as a newspaper editor
who was well-known in the community, I could not let
anyone see how I felt. I reached the point where I was
desperate. And I decided that, rather than go to my very
sympathetic GP to ask for yet more anti-depressants and
sleeping tablets, I would read as many books as I could
find on positive thinking. I also vowed that I would do
everything possible to make myself feel happy and try to
avoid the luxury of a single negative thought.
Gradually, the black cloud lifted and I began to feel
happier than I had been for many years. And new doors
began to open for me after I took an interest in dowsing.
As my pendulum swung I became convinced that
somewhere out there is a benign force that has nothing in
common with the vengeful God of the Old Testament.
Another high point for me was my first firewalk. The
two-hour motivational session beforehand was so
inspiring that I and the other participants would have been
prepared to climb Everest after braving the red hot coals.
Since then I have walked on fire six more times. I have
also walked on broken bottles, pushed my face into sharp
pieces of glass and shattered a thick piece of pine with my
bare right hand. And there was also the time when a
kerbstone was placed across my legs and broken with a
sledgehammer.
All of these tests, which left me unscathed, were
organised by a remarkable Nottingham-based company.
They are such magnificent motivators that they can make
difficult challenges seem easy.
I would recommend firewalking to anyone who needs a
boost. After you have mastered a bed of red hot coals
everything seems possible. You need no longer fear
walking into your bosss office and asking him for a salary
increase.
Anyone who takes an interest in alternative spirituality

will soon start to receive little signs showing they are on
the right track. For me, the number six has been very
important over the past 15years.
After I had begun to practise dowsing I started seeing
sixes all over the place. As an example, I will mention the
spell check on my computer at work. Whenever I had
finished making up a page on screen as part of my job as a
weekly newspaper editor, 66 words would often be
queried. It happened time and again, day after day, week
after week and year after year.
One day I went into a caf for a sandwich and a cup of
tea and received 6.66 in change. The assistant said: The
previous customer got 6.66 in change as well. What does
it mean? I did not try to explain.
It has continued since I retired. When Rosemary and I
started a holiday in Menorca 10 years ago we thought we
had gone back in time. We were convinced it was June 16,
2006 but the date on the digital clock in our hire car read
06-06-06. After four days, it changed to 07-06-06.
To Christians, six is not a good number. But they have
got the wrong end of the stick, as John Michel points out in
his seminal book, The New View over Atlantis. The
number 666 originally represented not the beast of
Revelation 13 but the positive or active charge of solar
energy.
So I will be happy to keep on seeing all the sixes
clickety-click.
Have you noticed that the second page of this chapter is
numbered 66? I had not been aware of this until I checked
the proof. It makes you think!
Besides numbers, I have also received encouragement
from white feathers which will float down and land in
front of me quite regularly. If it happens while I am
walking near the river, I do not pay too much attention as
there are swans and ducks around.
But when I suddenly see a pure white feather while I
am walking along a city street, I take it to be another sign
that I am on the right track as far as my spiritual interests
are concerned.
I had been a dowser for only a few years when the thought
of eating meat started to make me feel sick. I consulted the
Universe and when I asked whether I should become a
vegetarian the pendulum responded with a lively yes.
Since then I have found that many people who are on
spiritual paths cease to eat animal flesh. They agree with
the philosopher in ancient Greece (I think it was
Pythagoras) who said that slaughtering animals for food
brutalises the whole human race.
Some dowsers believe that when animals are killed
their fear is absorbed by the nearest Earth energy current
and that this can affect people in the vicinity. I know of a
village where dogs are afraid to go past a certain building
which was a slaughterhouse years ago.
I can still recall the time when I ate my last meat
product a cocktail sausage at a friends 60th birthday
party. Since then, if I ever think of meat of any sort, a
picture of a basket full of wriggly worms flashes up on my
personal cinema screen. And I feel sick.
Many of the worlds food problems would be solved if
everyone stopped eating animal flesh.
Equally important is the thought that a vegetarian diet
aids spiritual development by increasing the speed at
which the human body vibrates (which is a controversial
claim, I admit).
These days, with so many tasty vegetarian recipes
available, avoiding meat should not be a hardship. I cook
up a delicious shepherds pie using Quorn, a meat-free
product made from Microprotein, and even carnivores
who have tried this dish are impressed.
Readers considering whether they ought to stop eating
meat should, of course, consult their pendulums.
Early on in my dowsing career I was fascinated by spooky

goings-on. So when I was invited to take part in a ghost
hunt I was keen to go along. The event was due to be held
in a 13th century stone manor house which has proved of
great interest to paranormal investigators.
On a bitterly cold January night I headed for the
historic building. Now a Leicestershire County Council
museum, it stands at Donington le Heath, near Coalville.
As I parked my car I followed my usual practice of
imagining that I was surrounded by a ball of golden light.
It is essential to have protection in such situations. Then I
asked my pendulum whether it was in order for me to take
part in the hunt. I got a yes.
On entering the chilly Barn Restaurant I joined 30 other
ghost hunters, and we were greeted by members of a
paranormal investigations group.
A professional medium, Judith, walked the short
distance to the manor house, which was in darkness. She
was accompanied by a cameraman, and spooky pictures of
her tour of the building were relayed to a large screen in
the restaurant. As she visited the various rooms she told us
of the wide variety of colourful characters she was
seeing on her personal screen.
Then two volunteers were chosen to go and sit in the
dark in the spacious upstairs room of the manor house
while the video camera revealed the expressions on our
faces. I say our because I was one of the two. Climbing
the creaking stairs was a strange experience for me and my
young female companion.
After we had settled down in total darkness, I let my
mind go blank. I was surprised but not afraid when, after a
few minutes, a bearded man in a tall hat and 16/17th
century clothes appeared on my personal screen. He was
followed by a soldier in armour and a priest in a brown
cloak.
I was feeling fairly relaxed when, without warning,
there was a frightening moment. For a few seconds my
screen went blank. Then a large black dog leapt towards
me with teeth bared. Fortunately, it stopped abruptly as it
crashed into my invisible protective shield. If I had not
taken precautions, perhaps an unwanted companion would
have returned home with me.
Sceptics will say it was all in the mind. I am not so
sure, as a little research on the internet a few days later
revealed that the bearded man bore a striking resemblance
to a previous occupant of the manor house, Everard Digby.
A close friend of Guy Fawkes, Digby was one of the
Gunpowder Plotters in 1605. Interestingly, some of my
fellow ghost hunters had seen on their personal screens a
priest, a dog and a bearded man.
All of us who took part were divided into three groups
and we spent three periods of at least half an hour in the
dark. Many psychic experiences were reported, including
the sightings of mysterious orbs and a brilliant blue light
like a laser. And the museums best-known ghost, a little
girl, was also encountered.
Ten months later, with pendulum in hand, I again went on

the track of ghosts attending an Edwardian evening at
Rothley Station, part of the Great Central Railway heritage
line. A few days previously, paranormal investigators had
confirmed that this is a really spooky place.
On arrival, I protected myself psychically and
consulted my pendulum.
I found the station was only dimly lit by gas lights.
Actors in period dress were busy putting the clock back.
They were creating a cameo scene of passengers waiting
for a late-night train some time in 1912. As a locomotive
puffed in from Loughborough the atmosphere was eerily
reminiscent of the heyday of steam.
I had to keep pinching myself to make sure I was not
dreaming as I visited this steamy spot so often as a child
when the Great Central Railway was a main line. As the
train drew out of the station, it was easy to imagine that it
was heading not for Leicester North (now the end of the
line) but for London, 100 miles away.
Now for the big question: did I see a ghost? Well, a
host of images appeared on my personal cinema screen.
Station masters, porters, passengers in Victorian dress and
signalmen all came and went in quick succession. When I
looked at the many photographs I had taken I was stunned
to find that in several frames there were coloured balls. I
was excited and thought these were psychic orbs that
indicated there had indeed been ghostly activity.
Later, I thoroughly investigated the subject of orbs and
decided that most of my pictures could have been caused
by the flash on my digital camera hitting specks of dust or
moisture close to the lens.
Then I heard about the conclusions of a highly qualified
scientist, Professor Klaus Heinemann. He took hundreds
of digital photos in carefully controlled experiments and
was able to rule out common problems encountered by
photographers, including dust particles, water droplets
and reflections. Eventually he decided that the orbs are
part of the spirit world a conclusion that astonished
sceptics everywhere.
Professor Heinemann was not on his own. At the
worlds first conference on orbs, held in Arizona in 2007,
several plucky scientists said they believed the orbs were
a genuine paranormal phenomenon.
Another haunted building I visited was Belgrave Hall,
Leicester. The worlds press and psychic investigators had
descended on the old house after a security camera
captured a peculiar-looking white image which some
people thought was a ghost. The normal trickle of visitors
turned into a flood, thanks to the publicity generated.
I could not resist going to the hall and was greeted by a
notice inviting visitors to view the video frames. The
pictures certainly turned out to be intriguing, although to
me they did not look particularly spooky. But ghost busters
who had visited the hall claimed to have made contact
with the spirits of five previous residents. I walked into
the various rooms with an open mind, having first
provided myself with psychic protection.
I did not see anything on my personal screen. But in one
room I had the feeling I was being watched, although there
was no-one else in that part of the building. A shiver shot
through me and my pendulum swung in an unusual way.
A friend who is more psychic than I told me she had
visited the hall on numerous occasions and had often been
aware of the presence of people from the past. Because of
her many years of experience she can immediately
differentiate between active spirits and scenes from long
ago that have been imprinted on the walls of an old
building as if on film.
This is an appropriate point in the book for a word of

warning. Firstly, before dowsing you need to be in the
right frame of mind. And, equally important, it is all too
easy to influence the pendulum.
If you are feeling fed up or your mind is half on other
things, dont bother trying to dowse as the results will
probably be inaccurate. One way to lift your mood and
concentrate is to think of what is known as a peak
experience a time when you were really happy.
When I need a boost I often recall my first charity
firewalk. During a two-hour motivational session before
the walk a lot of positive imagery was fed to participants
subconsciouses, and by the time I stepped onto the bed of
hot coals my mind was100 per cent focused on the
challenge ahead. There was not the slightest chance that I
would think of anything else.
The coals were burning at 1200F degrees, hot enough
to melt aluminium, but I was unafraid. All I could think of
was reaching the end of the path of fire and being
congratulated by family and friends. Whenever I think
back to that November night a feeling of joy and optimism
immediately floods my mind. And, a few minutes later,
after my heart is beating at its normal pace again, I am
ready to dowse.
Other special times I recall include a walk in the Peak
District in Derbyshire. It was a pleasant spring day and my
companion and I rambled happily for a couple of hours,
enjoying not only the breath-taking scenery but also the
sunshine and the sound of the birds. We called at a small
caf for a drink and a bite to eat, and everything seemed
right with the world. As we sat and chatted, in the
company of other walkers, it was a moment of being when
everyday cares faded into the background.
Now, how can you avoid influencing the pendulum? If
you are emotionally involved with the questions you are
going to ask it is extremely hard some would say
impossible to avoid getting the answers you are seeking.
A lady contacted me when I was secretary of
Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers to say that her
pendulum had let her down. She had entered an art
competition, the results of which would not be published
for some weeks. She was desperate to know if she would
win and, on several occasions, the pendulum had indicated
yes. Imagine her bitter disappointment when she found
she had not even been awarded a runner-up prize.
I explained to her tactfully that when dowsing it is
essential for one to be detached from the subject about
which questions are being asked. It was a hard lesson for
her to learn.
Emotional involvement is the reason why it is so
challenging for spiritual healers to help those close to
them. Ted, who was mentioned in a previous chapter, had
many wonderful successes. But he found it extremely
difficult to treat his wife, even when she had only a minor
health problem.
Yesterday I enjoyed a guided meditation. By guided I

mean that I started off with a scene on my personal cinema
screen and then sat back to enjoy the movie.
Sitting in my conservatory I relaxed by breathing
deeply for a few minutes and noted the songs of the birds
in trees at the bottom of the garden. Then, holding my Isis
pendulum, I silently communicated to the Universe that I
wanted to be taken on a journey that would aid my
spiritual advancement. The pendulum started to swing
lazily clockwise.
I imagined myself out in the countryside at the bottom
of a tall tower built from rough stone blocks. I opened a
wooden door and found I was at the foot of a flight of
steps which led to the top of the tower in corkscrew
fashion.
I started to ascend the steps and they were so narrow
that the going was difficult. I noticed green patches on the
walls caused by trickles of water. Up to this stage I had
been prompting my imagination to take the movie
forward. Then, as my pendulum stopped, I was able to sit
back and see what happened next.
When I reached the top of the steps I was out of breath.
I walked through a narrow opening in the stonework and
found myself on a slabbed area. The countryside was far
below and I could see a lake in the distance with yachts on
it.
I wondered what to do next and then realised that I had
become weightless. I began to rise into the air. I soared
above the tower and flew over the countryside at speed. I
was exhilarated as I felt the wind rushing through my hair.
Then my heart came up into my mouth as I dropped like a
stone and landed in a snowdrift.
At this point I had to prompt the meditation to move
forward again. I imagined that there was a log cabin a few
yards away, with a wooden veranda. I walked up steps
onto the veranda and opened the cabin door. I was
confronted by a blazing log fire and a table set for a meal,
but there was no sign of the cabins owner.
I was prompted to dress myself in a thick coat,
lumberjacks hat and fur-lined boots before stepping out
into the snow. A blizzard had started and, as the flakes hit
my face, my skin stung. I walked towards a wood and the
snow crunched beneath my feet.
A narrow path led into the wood and I stepped along it.
I had a strange feeling that was a mixture of apprehension
and excitement. Apart from the sound of my boots
ploughing through the snow, there was an ominous silence,
with no birdsong.
After walking round a bend, with snow-covered trees
and bushes on either side of me, I saw in the distance a
small boy aged around six. I ran towards him and hugged
him and we both wept. After a few minutes I released him
and he walked away.
I had met what is known as my inner child. I think he
was letting me know that, although I have had my ups and
downs like everyone else, he was pleased with how my
life had turned out. As I walked back to the cabin I
realised that the snow had disappeared and it was a
summers day. The birds were singing their hearts out.
I have enjoyed several sessions with some of the
content similar to what I have described. On another
occasion I met my power animal in the wood. It was a
magnificent swan.
Once, quite unexpectedly, I found myself floating just
above the heads of people in a crowded shopping centre.
It was Christmastime and I noted all of the festive
decorations. These images appeared spontaneously
without any prompting from me. I am not sure what they
meant.
But the most vivid and memorable experience came
soon after dowsing had opened windows in my mind. I
found myself in a small theatre at a seaside resort and
became aware that the last show of the holiday season was
taking place. The whole of the auditorium was bathed in a
pale blue light. A female vocalist was on stage singing a
slow, melancholy ballad. I could not make out the words
until she sang: Its over. Then I saw the large violet from
my childhood days and realised that the first stage of my
spiritual journey had been completed.
Creative visualisation is similar to guided meditation.
It is often turned to by people who want to change their
lives. I will give two examples. Sports people visualise
winning an event in which they are due to take part. And
some folk focus on obtaining a new job imagining the
interview in great detail.
For me, a guided meditation session is like a movie that
can continue for quite a while. Creative visualisation
concentrates on a single scene.
It is not necessary to sit down to enjoy a guided
meditation or creative visualisation. On occasion I have
been walking in the countryside and have drifted into a
meditative state that has produced surprising results.
A particularly surprising adventure was sparked off after I

first tried my hand at automatic writing. Although it was
not directly connected with a pendulum, this was another
of those doors that only opened because I became
interested in dowsing.
I sat quietly for a few minutes, holding a pencil, which
was resting lightly on a blank page in an exercise book.
Then my right hand started to glide across the page and,
although I knew words were appearing in one long
sentence, I was not aware what they were. After a short
time, my hand stopped moving. I looked at the writing,
which said the message had come from Orion, whose
denizens were taking a special interest in our planet.
Part of the message read like the first paragraph of a
book: Conduit ZKF. What a humdrum name for such a
mysterious spiritual process. The deaths of members of
the 100-strong soul group had been spread out over 50
years. One by one they had reached the conduit, ready
for the next part of their journey
I was excited about the writing and was determined to
use it as the inspiration for a novel. But I was so busy at
work that after a few days I put the extraordinary
communication at the back of my mind.
Then, one day soon after I had retired, I was walking in
a country park near to my home when a message came into
my head. I learnt that someone from the Orion
constellation wanted to communicate with me.
He said he was called Tipo, a name I had previously
associated only with a Fiat car. First Tipo asked whether I
would be happy for him to contact me regularly, and I
intimated that this would be fine. To begin with, it seemed
as if he was speaking to me in English. But I quickly
realised that his thoughts were being conveyed to me
instantly without the need for words. Strange!
Tipo asked me to visualise a large pink planet and said
this was necessary to fully open up the channel. (I will use
the word, said, instead of communicated, although it
is not really the right one). As I saw the planet on my
personal cinema screen, a feeling of calm descended on
me. I was also told that, whenever the connection was
weak, I must again visualise the same globe.
Although Tipo gave the impression of being young, I
learnt that he was an advanced soul. He had spent many
lifetimes on a variety of planets and had been freed from
the need to reincarnate. He said that he and other beings
from Orion were focusing on the Earth and were helping
to increase the vibrational energies. He had been keeping
an eye on my spiritual progress. He was disappointed, he
said, that I had not started to write a book about my New
Age experiences soon after my experiment with automatic
writing.
Tipo said the Earth, together with its inhabitants, had
reached a critical point in its history. It was being ruined
through the over-use and polluting of its natural resources.
And a large part of humankind, in the western world in
particular, was living in a spiritual wilderness. In
accordance with the Divine Plan, Tipo and many others
from Orion were working to increase the numbers of
people on spiritual paths. Once a critical mass was
reached, the Earth could enter a new golden age. I asked
whether it was certain that a critical mass would be
achieved. Tipo would not answer that question.
He went on to give me a little praise. He said the belief
system that had been imposed on me by the religious
denomination to which I had belonged was powerful and
destructive.
To break away and build up a new belief system was
extremely difficult. Many people became mentally
unhinged when trying to readjust their minds. It was clear
that Tipo did not think a lot of organised religion.
Most of those who attended places of worship had
closed down their link to the Universal Spirit, he said, and
this could be confirmed by checking their crown chakras
with a pendulum.
Tipo said humans were far more powerful than they
realised. He complimented me on the physical challenges I
had faced up to such as firewalking, but added: So far,
nothing you have done, including walking on broken glass,
has been too testing. When you walk through a brick wall
without harming yourself I will be impressed. What!
Since then, Tipo has told me a lot about his life. Some
of the concepts he has communicated to me are puzzling.
Although he is a spiritual being and lives in an
apparently inactive state of bliss for part of the time, he
has the power to lower his vibrations and appear in
physical form. He even has a home in the shape of a small
pyramid.
Once, when I asked whether I should refer to him as
asexual, he firmly said no.
Perhaps at some point, I will be made aware of the
reason for this response.
Later, I asked Tipo about something that had been
troubling me for a while. Tipo, I said, do you come
from my imagination? Of course, he replied. When I
said I was disappointed, he told me: You dont know
much about the imagination.
As I write, an exceptionally large peace lily stands a few

feet away. It looks extremely healthy and seems to grow
bigger each week. A few years ago it was on its last legs
and Rosemary said it should be thrown into the recycling
bin.
Then I remembered reading that communicating with a
plant and cheering it up could work wonders. First I
checked with my pendulum whether the peace lily had
been placed in the most appropriate spot in the house. At
the time it was standing in a corner in the lounge, on the
opposite side of the room to the bay window. I soon
discovered, thanks to my pendulum, that the plant would
prefer to be upstairs on the landing, close to a window.
It was duly moved and I told it what a fine plant it was
and that everyone in the house loved it. Since that time I
have spoken to it encouragingly every day, sometimes
several times, and it has thrived. It always lets me know
when its time for watering. It must be happy. For it
produces flowers all the year round. The latest appeared
today on January 28th.
I have had similar success with a fir tree, which was
bought a few years ago to be the centrepiece of our
Christmas decorations. After a month in a warm house it
was a pale shadow of its former self and seemed set for
the recycling bin. It was put in the garden, still in the
container in which it had been purchased, and forgotten.
When I ventured out on a freezing day and took a look at it
there seemed no hope for it. But, with the aid of the
pendulum, I discovered that it was still very much alive. I
dowsed to find a good spot in the garden for it and said a
few upbeat words. It soon picked up and is now in great
shape. Despite being in the shadow of a large sycamore it
is reaching for the sky.
Some readers might assume that I got the idea of talking
to plants and trees from newspaper stories about Prince
Charles. But in fact I was inspired by a book called In
Perfect Timing, which is about Peter Caddys horticultural
achievements at Findhorn in Scotland. Like John Michell,
whom I mentioned earlier, Caddy is viewed as a founding
father of the New Age.
With his wife Eileen, and Dorothy Maclean, he founded
the now-famous Findhorn Community in Scotland.
Although the dry, sandy soil of Findhorn Bay Caravan
Park would have put off most gardeners, huge plants were
grown, including 40-pound cabbages. Experts who went to
examine the produce were stunned. The secret, it turned
out, was that the trio were all on spiritual paths and
Dorothy had communicated with nature spirits.
Dowser-healers have their individual methods for tackling

illnesses. And, fortunately, many of them have written
about how they work.
One of my favourite books has a long title: Im Just
Going Down to the Pub to do a few Miracles or: The
Rational Way to Spiritual Healing.
The author was the late Colin Bloy, a successful
businessman who was described by those who knew him
as a laid-back guy, and the book title was intended to
convey that he was relaxed about healing. He said that
good healers laugh a lot.
He explains in the book that when working away from
home healers plug into the permanent node points in the
ley system not necessarily the nearest, but those which
permit the most symmetrical form, a cross of energy lines,
to form on the healer himself.
He adds: It may also be found, through dowsing, that a
vertical column of energy forms around the healer.
While healing someone, Colin used a pendulum, and
also his fingertips, to find small holes in the subtle energy
fields that surround the human body. Then, in a higher state
of consciousness, he used his fingertips and visualisation
to effect repairs. He goes on to explain that there is
overwhelming evidence that disease starts in the subtle
energy bodies.
There is a fascinating chapter on how he healed
diseases by summoning-up archetypes a subject that is
outside the scope of this book.
Colin had an excellent success rate as a healer, despite
tackling many near-hopeless cases, but he says: Healers
do not heal. They are the channel that permits healing to
take place.
It is a pity that Colins book is not available new at
present, but there are second-hand copies around.
Another interesting, if controversial, book is The
Healer (Bk 1), by the late Jack Temple, who was
consulted by many famous people, including Princess
Diana, Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson, and Jerry Hall.
Jack used a silver pendulum to identify the existence of
toxins, cleared the aura and applied homeopathic remedies
to balance the patients energies and encourage natural
healing.
His system was not simple and some of the medicines
he prepared involved painstaking research. On occasion
he would travel thousands of miles by air to pinpoint, with
the aid of his pendulum, a stone or plant that he needed to
complete a medicine. Other times he would dowse to find
a fragment of tree trunk which contained human DNA from
the distant past and which he said was vital for the
correction of a present-day problem.
Even open-minded people might raise eyebrows at
some of his methods. But the reply to critics was that his
approach worked as confirmed by many satisfied
patients.
The Healer, subtitled The extraordinary story of Jack
Temple, is a good read.
A recently-published book is Dowsing the Ultimate
Guide for the 21st Century, by Elizabeth Brown. Included
in a chapter on health are lists of sample questions that can
be asked about subjects such as hydration, sleep and
exercise. The answers, of course, are obtained by
dowsing.
Elizabeth is a very modern dowser with clients in more
than 20 countries. She works privately and in support of
doctors and health professionals in identifying detrimental
environmental energies and causative factors in ill health.
She believes that the world is on a long journey towards
the integration of allopathic and holistic medicine.
There is a particularly interesting piece in the book
about the need to drink sufficient water every day and
about the problems that can be caused by dehydration. But
the big question is: what sort of water is best? After
mentioning some of the nasties that can be found in tap
water, Elizabeth points out that water sold in plastic
bottles cannot be guaranteed pure. After taking a look at
home filtration methods, she reveals her personal
preference: a water purifying system that uses imploded
water technology. The system is said to alter the
composition of water at the molecular level, rendering
contaminants and toxins innocuous.
Elizabeth advises that the only way to tell if your water
is safe is to check it by dowsing.
Another excellent book that includes tips for improving
health is Spiritual Dowsing, by Sig Lonegren, possibly
one of the worlds best-known dowsers. I have a signed
copy of Spiritual Dowsing with the following handwritten
message: This book can lead you to new places. How
true those words are.
Among many noteworthy points that Sig makes is that
healers risk getting flat batteries if they think they are
doing the healing. Sooner or later the depletion of their
life force could endanger their own health. Healers should
view themselves as channels for energies that come from
the Highest Source.
Sig is clearly a fan of Bach Flower Remedies and
suggests a simple way to select appropriate essences,
which are supplied in small bottles.
Since I started on a spiritual path I have had many vivid

dreams. Few of them have been lucid dreams the type
that you can control because you are aware you are
dreaming. I have not made much effort to progress in that
area. Perhaps that is another of the steps that I will need to
take before much longer, as my pendulum adventures
continue.
I have a thick notebook two-thirds full of the movies
that I have enjoyed while I have been asleep. Here are just
a few examples.
Dream one: back to the days when I had just become a
weekly newspaper editor. Hot metal is still used in
typesetting. It is late in the evening on press day and I am
sitting alone in the first-floor editorial offices. The
reporters and sub-editors have gone home and I find that
there is unexpectedly an extra page for me to sub and lay
out, but there is very little copy. The deadline has passed
and I am in a cold sweat. The head compositor from the
printing works comes upstairs to see me and wants to
know how much longer the page will be.
My interpretation of this dream, with the aid of the
pendulum: I still have much to do on my spiritual path but
am worried that, because of my age, there is not enough
time to do everything that I would like to achieve.
Although I have spent so many years on a spiritual path I
feel as if I am just beginning. At times I seem to be
overwhelmed. How I wish I had spiritually awakened
when I was a lot younger.
Dream two: I am driving a car at night. I am travelling
along a dark country lane and about to negotiate a bend
when the cars headlights go out and then, when I
frantically try to brake, nothing happens. The vehicle veers
off the road into a pitch black field and, as my pulse races,
I realise I am soaring into the air and flying. There is a
feeling of weightlessness.
My interpretation: although I have spent more than 20
years studying alternative spirituality, there are still
surprises (pleasant ones, I hope!) on the road ahead.
Dream three: it is the late 1940s. Germany has won
World War Two and taken control of this country. It is
night-time and I am driving secretly to a meeting place in
the heart of the countryside. I have a radio transmitter that
I plan to hand over to someone else. I realise that I am a
British spy, although none of my family nor friends are
aware of this. I have an awful feeling that something
unpleasant is about to happen.
My interpretation: I am not the person some of my
friends think me to be. Because the time has never seemed
right I have not mentioned my dowsing and spiritual
interests to them.
Dream four: to the spirit world, dowsers stand out like
beacons, and I occasionally have dreams about people
who have passed away. Two reporters I knew when I was
a young journalist appeared on my personal cinema screen
recently. They were not the old men they had become but
were young and healthy and in their early 20s. They
appeared calm and contented.
My interpretation: I do not think this needs explaining.
However, its worth mentioning another dream a dream
that probably comes into the lucid category. The man who
preceded me as editor was aged in his nineties when he
passed away. In the dream he was still quite old but
looked cheerful. I suddenly thought: I wonder if we will
speak to me? And I shivered when he said, very clearly:
And hows young John?
Dream five: I am on holiday abroad with my family.
The weather has been poor and I suddenly realise that it is
our last day. I feel sad that we have not had a good time.
We sit in the reception area of the hotel where we are
staying and, on looking out of the entrance doors, I note
that the sea is surrounding the premises.
My interpretation: at the time several minor matters
were worrying me and I think this dream was connected
with my emotional state. I was being challenged to tackle
the problems head on and put them behind me.
Dream six: I walk into an old-fashioned grocery shop
and ask for a jar of beetroot. I am left waiting for a long
time and then I notice on the counter a postcard that I had
sent while on holiday at the seaside. I look at what I had
written but part of it has been blanked out.
My interpretation: this was about my younger days and
indicates that I was unsure about what course my life
would take.
Dream seven: I am watering the very large lawn of an
old house. There are huge puddles on the grass. A small
boy appears and, just as I am about to speak to him, he
vanishes into one of the puddles.
My interpretation: the small boy represents my inner
child. I have always been puzzled about an episode from
my childhood and he could have cleared it up. But the
message was that I should forget about it.
Dream eight: I am tracking the route of an Earth energy
line when I suddenly start to run. I stride out effortlessly
and am astonished at the progress I make.
My interpretation: it turned out that this dream had a
very practical message. I used to be a keen jogger. But,
due to ankylosing spondylitis and my age, I had not run for
years. After the dream I decided to try a gentle trot. I got
on fine and now regularly run short distances. But perhaps
there is an additional interpretation.
Because I have become so interested in the meaning of
dreams, I have taken another look at some of those I can
remember from when I was younger. I will give two
examples.
Dream A: I was walking in the countryside at night. It
was pitch black and I could not see where I was going.
Suddenly, only a short distance away a fairground burst
into life. It was a blaze of colour, with music coming from
the various amusements (yes, I could actually hear the
music in my head). But the strange thing was that there
were no people there.
My interpretation: at the time I was aged six and my
parents were getting divorced. It was not as common at
that time for couples to split up and I felt uncomfortable
about it. I was worried about the future but equally
concerned about what neighbours would say. I wanted to
hide myself away. The dream, which recurred several
times, was about fear of exposure as the child of
divorced parents.
Dream B: I found myself in a desert, with the sun
blazing down from a cloudless sky. There was no-one in
sight and the sand stretched for miles. Then I saw that, in
the distance, a torrent of water was cutting through the
sand and rushing towards me.
My interpretation: I was about 12 at the time I dreamt

this. Even at that young age I thought about the great
questions that humans have always pondered on (why are
we here? etc.) and the water appearing in a barren
landscape represented my thirst for a spiritual dimension
to my life (it had nothing to do with sex, as some
interpreters would claim!).
Whenever you have half an hour to spare, check out the

crown chakras of politicians, religious leaders, rock stars
and other prominent people. You might not be able to see
them in the flesh but you can find their photos in
newspapers and magazines.
First ask permission, and then hold your pendulum
above the head of each personality. What I have found is
that in many cases the crown chakra is inactive. In other
words, they have lost or severed contact with the spiritual
dimension. Even some luminaries who are viewed as all-
round good folk have inactive, or blocked, crown chakras.
My pendulum either does not move or gives my no
response swinging from side to side.
A variation on this light-hearted bit of practice is to cut
out a photo of someone who is generally viewed as evil
(such as Adolph Hitler) and a photo of someone who is
viewed as good (such as Princess Diana). Now ask a
friend to place the pictures in plain envelopes while you
are not looking. Then, with the aid of the pendulum, you
have to select which envelope contains the good persons
picture and which the bad persons. Try this several times
(with different pictures). If your success rate is a lot better
than 50pc your dowsing is working to some degree, at
least.
Another way of testing your skills is to open up a pack
of playing cards and lay them all face down on a table.
Now ask the pendulum to tell you which cards are red and
which are black. Again, if you are successful more than
50pc of the time you have proved that your skills are
improving.
These exercises might sound like a waste of valuable
time. But they are in fact good ways to practise.
From childhood, I have always found it easy to put on

weight. For a time at junior school I was the fat boy of the
class and for most of my life I have had to be careful about
what I eat. I know that if I devour, say, a chocolate eclair
and vanilla slice I will be a pound, or more, heavier the
next day.
Since I mastered a pendulum I have received valuable
help in the battle of the bulge. If I fancy something sweet I
ask: Is it in my best interests to eat this cake (or other
treat) at this time? Most times I will get a no. But not
always. I am occasionally allowed something sugary.
Some days I use the pendulum to check on everything
that I am planning to eat that day. Most mornings a bowl of
porridge with a few sultanas on top gets the thumbs up
from the pendulum. But occasionally a banana and a slice
of wholemeal toast with Marmite go down nicely.
Salads usually take centre stage at lunchtime, always
accompanied by a vegetarian dish, of course. The
pendulum advises that meat-free ready-made meals should
be strictly limited, because they are not all as healthy as
one would hope. I make an excellent vegetarian loaf that
includes lentils, oats, cheese and eggs.
In the evening, if I am watching my weight, I often have
home-made soup, followed by one slice of toast with
peanut butter. Lentil and carrot soup is a favourite. Food
items that the pendulum advises against one day sometimes
get the OK the next day. I am not very keen on celery, but
occasionally I am recommended to eat it presumably
because of the acid/alkaline balance.
Until recently, I regularly had an omelette in the
evening. But at present, unless they are in a recipe, I eat
very few eggs. I have checked with the pendulum and been
advised to cut down on them for the time being.
I am one of those naughty people who enjoy a couple of
glasses of red wine with a meal four or five evenings a
week. But, before downing my first glass, I consult the
pendulum to ensure that it is in my best interests to
consume alcohol that night.
Dowsing is a great help when deciding what food
supplements to take. Some highly-praised supplements and
natural remedies have been turned down flat by my
pendulum, which I have also found very effective when
avoiding potentially harmful clashes with prescription
drugs. But even if a supplement gets the thumbs up you
should always take the precaution of checking with your
doctor as well.
Readers might get the impression that my life is spent
being dictated to by a brass weight on the end of a piece of
string. This is far from the truth as the advice comes from
the Highest Source. Even so, answers obtained by
dowsing should never be viewed as 100 per cent reliable.
This is not because the Source is liable to err but
because it is so easy to ask the wrong questions or to
influence the swing.
Everyone interested in Earth energies should check out the

Bradgate Ley in my home county of Leicestershire. This
serpent-like current runs for more than nine miles from
Oadby to picturesque Bradgate Park.
As with other energy leys, it can be investigated in a
relaxed manner in sections. And, one December, just
before Christmas, I explored the bit that runs through the
city from Victoria Park to Frog Island.
After protecting myself as usual and asking the
important questions, I stepped onto rather muddy grass and
walked across football pitches. My pendulum did not
move for a while and then, as I approached a footpath, it
began to get excited, swinging backwards and forwards
rapidly.
When I reached the tarmacked path, which led towards
the town centre, the pendulum spun furiously clockwise
and I knew I had found the ley. I walked for some distance
on the hard surface. Then the current moved gently to the
left before crossing Granville Road. It proceeded to pass
through buildings. But I was able to keep track of it on
several streets that crossed it at 90 degrees.
On reaching the city centre it flowed across one end of
the old market, where stallholders were doing a roaring
trade, before proceeding through a busy shopping area.
Then it went on to the ancient All Saints Church, a
redundant Anglican place of worship in Highcross Street.
As expected, another energy line crossed the Bradgate Ley
within the church.
During the walk I tried to concentrate on where I was
going. But on my personal screen I was regularly
bombarded with images from times past. Curiously, these
images were in black and white instead of the usual
colour.
When I had started the walk from London Road I saw
men in top hats, and women pushing old-fashioned prams.
I was sure it was the Victorian era. Nearer to the town
centre there were scenes from many years later probably
just before World War Two. Other images were of men
hurrying to a football match. I admit that these movie
pictures could have been entirely the products of my
imagination. But no matter they were hauntingly vivid.
I had better make clear that the route I took seemed to
differ at some points from the details given in an article I
had read about the Bradgate Ley. But when tracing energy
lines dowsers do not always find exactly the same things.
And, anyway, Earth energies can change course. (Thats
my excuse, anyway!)
On another day I tackled the section of the Bradgate
Ley that runs through Bradgate Park from the Anstey
direction. It was a beautiful day and it turned out to be
another memorable experience. The walk up a steep hill to
a folly or prospect tower known as Old John was testing
but well worth it.
Ley hunting makes any walk a lot more interesting.
Everyone deserves to have a happy home where they can

relax and feel insulated from the cares of the world. If you
sense that there is something wrong with your house, have
trouble sleeping and feel better when you are staying
elsewhere, perhaps you would benefit from calling in a
dowser who specialises in healing sick properties and
their occupants.
I have heard talks by three of these geomancers, as they
are called, and also read a lot about how sick houses can
be restored to good health. Like Earth energy lines, this is
a massive subject about which much has been written.
The main problems that can affect a house and those
living in it include points where the Earths
electromagnetic field has been disturbed, harmful energy
from underground water veins and black streams,
overhead power lines, and man-made stress or
disturbance lines the result of tragic events ranging from
battles and murders to car accidents.
But geopathic stress can also be caused by lost souls
that have not been to the light and by memories from years
ago that are embedded in the fabric of a building. And
lets not forget the radiation from electrical items such as
computers, microwaves and mobile phones.
Rosemary and I have lived in the same house for more
than 40 years and have always felt it to be a pleasant place
to live. At one time it was checked out by a Feng Shui
consultant who said it was nicely located and full of
happiness.
Over the years I had used my pendulum on many
occasions to find whether there were any negative
influences that the Feng Shui expert had missed. I had
always got a no response but still had a feeling that
something was not quite right.
Then, a few months ago, I heard a talk by Adrian
Incledon-Webber and also read his book called Heal Your
Home and sub-titled The key to unlocking your homes
positive energies.
Adrians approach to tackling a sick home is
remarkably thorough, and the checklists he uses cover
some items that I had not previously considered. As a
result I found there were two things to sort out.
The pendulum directed my attention to three old family
photographs hanging on a wall in the lounge. I learnt that
one of them was fine but the other two were emitting
painful memories that were at times affecting the mood of
the house. I consulted the appropriate checklist and healed
the pictures from the past. My pendulum afterwards
confirmed that they were not now causing any problems
and there was no need to remove them. I believe we will
derive major benefits from such a simple piece of work.
I would add that to gauge the amount of harm being
done by any item that needs healing, Adrian scores it
between -0 and -10, with -10 being the most serious. The
photos scored -3 and -4, respectively.
Perhaps some research into our family history would
reveal the reason for the negative influence of the photos,
taken more than 70 years ago.
It is worth adding that more than 10 years ago I learnt
that there was a stream of water 25ft below our house but
that it was not having an adverse effect on any of us. The
presence of the stream did not come as a surprise as our
home was built on land that used to flood before the
surface was raised.
The house stands half a mile away from the site of a
Bronze Age burial ground, close to which is a spinney on
a hill. The hill is a powerful centre of Earth energies and I
have spent some interesting times there, with pendulum in
hand.
Going back to Adrian, when he sets out to heal a home
he checks for a long list of possible problems, including
to give just two examples sink holes and human conflict
or emotional energy areas.
Sink holes are described as small holes that allow both
beneficial and detrimental energies to drain into them and
slip into another dimension. Wow!
Regarding human conflict or emotional energy troubles,
Adrian says that detrimental areas can be started by a
simple argument, a negative thought or illness. He says
they are similar to disturbance lines. But they are more
like patches of energy which remain where they are
caused in the home or workplace, for example.
Fortunately we do not have a spiritual sink hole in our
house, nor any emotional energy areas. And, I guess, many
people will never encounter any of the problems
mentioned. But, for anyone whose home is not a happy
place to live, Adrians book could turn out to be an
important read.
Among the more unusual uses for a pendulum is finding out

the identity of valuables. Everything from a silver
candlestick to a diamond necklace has a special code
which your pendulum can reveal.
When I first read about this strange system in a book I
had my doubts. But it does work. I will take my wedding
ring as an example. I place it on a table in front of me and
ask the usual questions. Having received three yeses, I ask
the pendulum to reveal the rings identity. First there are
22 clockwise swings, then 18 backwards and forwards
swings, followed by 18 anticlockwise swings. We are not
finished at that point, but I think you will have got the idea.
I guess that every item on the planet, whether valuable
or not, has a code. The big question is whether the results
are repeatable. In other words, the next time I check my
ring, will there be the same number and type of swings. As
far as I can tell, the answer is yes.
I have checked a number of my possessions mainly
for fun, I admit. Perhaps I will find a practical use for this
strange system one day.
Many dowsers build up an impressive collection of

crystals of various shapes and colours, and I am no
exception.
I acquired my first clear quartz crystal at a craft fair
soon after I started to dowse. I spotted it when I was
taking a look at what was on offer on one of the stalls. The
female stall holder invited me to pick up the crystal and
hold it for a few minutes.
When I handed it back to her she closed her eyes for a
few moments and then identified the areas of my body
which were painful (due to ankylosing spondylitis). I was
mightily impressed and I bought the attractive piece of
rock without haggling over the price.
Back home I cleansed it. I did not bury it in the ground
for a week, as some people recommend, nor did I wash it
in salt water and dry it in the sun. I had read that crystals
can be cleared of undesirable influences with the power of
the mind, and this was the method I chose (after consulting
my pendulum).
For years I carried the quartz crystal in my pocket
every day. It was double headed and shaped a bit like a
small pistol. I found that whenever I was confronted by
anything that worried or aggravated me, whether at work
or at home, I would take the crystal out of my pocket and
would soon feel fine.
When I meditated while holding the mysterious piece of
rock I would often see on my personal cinema screen men
and women in white cloaks and hoods. In the background
were small, pyramid-shaped buildings made of clear
quartz.
How sad I was when two years ago I left the crystal in
a hotel room by mistake. When I phoned the hotel
reception desk a few hours later I was told a member of
staff would check the room. But the crystal had
disappeared. I can only assume that someone needed it
more than I did. I hope that it will have the same
beneficial effect on its new owner. Even so, the loss was
like being parted from a very dear friend.
Crystals are worth collecting not only because they can
be used in healing but because they can protect you from
harmful influences, and also because they create a sense of
wellbeing. As I write this a large blue crystal stands on
the desk in front of me and I am sure that it is reducing to
some effect the microwaves coming from the computer
monitor.
There are crystals all over the house, including a large
amethyst on the bedside table. I avoid having a quartz
crystal in the bedroom at night because I find that it makes
it harder to get to sleep. Other crystals, particularly
amethyst and rose quartz, provide a restful atmosphere.
For thousands of years, crystals were used by ancient
civilisations for healing. But it is only now that increasing
numbers of people in the western world are beginning to
appreciate how valuable these pieces of rock are.
Family and friends are a vital part of a happy life. But

what if someone to whom you are close makes you feel
tired and depressed when you spend an hour or two in
their company? Get out your pendulum and find out
whether the person is a psychic vampire. (You will
probably already know what the answer is, but its good to
get the pendulums confirmation.)
I am not referring to the extreme type of psychic
vampire who travels astrally at night and bites people, as
featured in Psychic Self-Defence by Dion Fortune (1890-
1946). I mean someone who drains your energy because
he or she has a gloomy outlook and they want to spend all
the time talking about themselves and their problems. You
do your best to help them, and suggest ways in which they
can improve their mood. But whenever you see them they
go over the same minor things.
If someone has suffered a tragic event or has major
worries of another kind they do, of course, deserve a lot of
love and sympathy. But, more often than not, todays
psychic vampires have no big problems and just want to
suck the mental energy out of you.
I have only come into contact with a few of these
people. But I have found them to be very draining.
Before I became a dowser I used to tactfully suggest
that they should read an excellent book called Being
Happy! by Andrew Matthews. But this did not usually
work, as they were not really interested in cheering up
only in sucking the optimism out of anyone who was
prepared to listen to them.
Most of the vampires do not drain peoples energy
intentionally. Their main trouble is that they are self-
centred and want to sink their fangs into caring people so
they can take up as much of their time as possible.
These days I do still recommend positive thinking
books like Being Happy! But I also tactfully ask the
vampires if I can check them out with my pendulum to see
whether any nasties like entities might have become
attached to them. Usually there is nothing to find.
Among the many fascinating things I have learnt on my

dowsing journey is that there are striking similarities
between Mother Earth and the human body.
We humans have an aura, seven major chakras and
meridians. Gaia has an aura, vortices (or vortexes) and
energy lines, the equivalent of our meridians, which
distribute life energy (chi) throughout the body.
The human aura is a multi-layered energy field that
surrounds the physical body. It connects with the seven
major chakras, or energy centres, which are in line with
the spine. The chakras (chakra means wheel in Sanskrit)
are linked to the endocrine system and each one is
connected with a gland or glands. For example, the crown
chakra is associated with the brain and pineal gland, and
the solar plexus chakra with the pancreas.
Remember that we are talking about subtle energy. So
if, for example, your solar plexus chakra is blocked it
does not mean you will immediately become ill. But, long
term, it is advisable to ensure that your bodys subtle
energy system is in good order.
The Earths aura streams energy to other celestial
bodies. It has a number of layers, just like the human aura.
Its vortices, the equivalent of the human chakras, draw in
energy from the Universe. Its major energy lines serve the
same purpose as the human bodys meridians.
There are said to be eight major vortices on Earth. One
of them, the equivalent of the throat chakra, is at
Glastonbury.
This is a big, controversial subject and if you are
interested in exploring further there are plenty of books
available.
As mentioned previously, when someone comes to me
feeling a little out of sorts (and a doctor has been
consulted) I first check his (or her) chakras with a
pendulum to make sure they are all spinning nicely. Then I
check his aura. Holding my pendulum out in front of me I
walk towards him until it starts to turn clockwise,
indicating the edge of the aura (which is usually about a
foot away from the person). Then I hold the pendulum in
front of him and move it slowly from his feet to the top of
his head. If there is a hole in the aura the pendulum will
stop spinning. I repeat the exercise from the side of the
person.
Any holes are healed with a clear quartz crystal in the
shape of a thick pen, with a point at one end. Afterwards,
the pendulum will let you know whether you have been
successful.
By the way, everything on Earth has an aura, because
we humans together with all animate and inanimate
objects are basically vibrating waves of electromagnetic
energy. Mystics knew this thousands of years ago. Now
science has caught up.
I like to keep an eye on my peace lilys aura, to ensure
that it continues to be in peak condition.
Thanks to my pendulum, I have been on the most amazing

journey over the past 20-plus years and I continue to
derive as much interest and fun from the art as when I first
became acquainted with it.
As readers will have gathered, this book represents a
personal view of what dowsing with a pendulum can offer.
For me the ancient art has opened many spiritual doors
and provided huge numbers of insights, not to mention the
many practical applications. I am not going to claim that
every reader will have exactly the same experiences that I
have had. But your belief system and world-view will
certainly change.
Dowsing is a big subject and I have only really
skimmed the surface. For example, I could have written a
lot more about the different opinions on ley lines. I am
happy that they are principally dowsable currents of
powerful Earth energy what the Chinese call dragon
lines.
I also recognise that when tracking the Earth energy
lines featured in this book other dowsers might follow
slightly different routes and they are unlikely to see the
same images on their personal cinema screens. But, as I
have made clear, dowsing is not an exact science. And,
whatever you find when following energy lines, your life
will be enriched.
Early on in my dowsing career, I located a lot more
currents of energy than I do now. They were all over the
place! I was puzzled until a dowsing teacher explained
that I was tuning in to a personal grid. This can be avoided
by asking the right questions and focusing on them.
Everyone interested in alternative spirituality says that
we humans are far more powerful than most of us realise
and that our imagination can achieve remarkable things.
Dowsers know that this is the case.
My next book has already been started. It will be a novel about an attempt by
the powers of darkness to control Mother Earths subtle energy grid, with
dowsers battling to prevent this happening. Here is the first chapter.
Gemma Rivers squeezed Lukes hand and, in a matter of

fact way, said softly: Before I teach you about my work
as a spiritual warrior you need to be aware of the power
of the forces of darkness.
Her boyfriends heart skipped a beat. His belief system
had changed considerably since he had quit a strict
Christian faith seven years ago. But the suggestion that he
should learn anything about those on the side of evil
terrified him.
Sensing his fears, Gemma quickly added: Dont
worry. Youll be well protected. I wont let you come to
any harm. The courting couple were walking along a
country lane on a summer evening. It was still warm at the
end of a blisteringly hot day.
Gemma, the 32-year-old owner of a shop called New
Age Dawn in Blackrock town centre, led the way through
a gap in a hawthorn hedge. Then she pointed towards a
spinney standing on raised ground 50 yards away.
Can you notice anything about those trees? she asked.
Luke did not answer until they got nearer to the spinney.
Then he said: The branches are twisted into all sorts of
unusual shapes.
Correct, Gemma replied. Ill tell you more about
that later. But first lets make sure that our psychic shields
are in place.
The couple sat down together on the grass and
concentrated hard as they imagined that they were
surrounded by protective balls of golden light.
Then Gemma said: We are working on behalf of The
Light and ask that we will be shielded against any harmful
forces, whether human or spiritual, that we encounter in
the spinney. She took out a clear quartz crystal pendulum
from her handbag and checked that her request had been
granted. The pendulum reassuringly gave its yes response.
The young woman was a shapely 5ft-5in in height and
her pretty oval face was lightly tanned. She had dark hair
and a fringe. Her appearance contrasted with that of Luke
who was fair haired, wiry and 6ft-2in tall.
I want to go into the middle of this spinney with my
companion and ask questions about the dark forces that use
it, Gemma said, apparently concentrating hard as she held
her pendulum. She asked three questions. Can I do this at
this time? May I do this at this time? Am I ready for this at
this time?
I know that what you are doing is called dowsing. But
who are you talking to? asked Luke.
I am talking to my higher self, which is constantly in
contact with the Universal Consciousness, replied
Gemma. My higher self can access the Akashic Record, a
dense sea of energy and information thats also known as
the Book of Life. Everything thats happened since the
universe was created can be found in the Akashic
Record.
Luke put his right arm around her as she said: Weve
been given the OK, so lets go.
He was trembling and there was a sinking feeling in his
stomach. He felt more nervous than when, at the age of 18,
he had first taken part in the door-to-door preaching work
as a Jehovahs Witness. And he had felt sick with nerves
then.
After they had walked only a few yards into the spinney
the temperature dropped dramatically. It felt as cold as in
mid-winter. And although it was only 7pm on a day in the
middle of July the light had faded. There was an ominous
silence and Luke wondered why there was no birdsong.
The atmosphere was menacing.
A few more yards and we will be there, said
Gemma, sounding reassuringly calm.
They followed a path between the weirdly-shaped trees
to a circular clearing about 10 yards in diameter. To Luke
it seemed as if the clearing was filled with electricity and,
to his disgust, he felt faint.
Suddenly, there was a hideous roar and a gigantic
shape floated into the air in front of them, only a few yards
away. It was at least 20ft in height and resembled a wolf
standing on its hind legs.
Luke sank to his knees and cowered in fear. Gemma,
with pendulum in hand, asked for the spectre to be dealt
with. The pendulum swung furiously in an anticlockwise
direction. Then it swung equally fast clockwise. For a few
seconds the clearing was filled with blinding white light.
Luke, who had never previously thought of himself as
cowardly, shook with fear and put his hands over his eyes.
Everythings OK now, said Gemma.
Luke opened his eyes and found that the wolf, or
whatever it was, had gone. The atmosphere in the spinney
seemed friendly, the temperature was back to normal and
the birds were singing.
You must be ashamed of me, said Luke. I cant
believe I behaved so badly.
Dont worry. We werent playing games and the
experience we had was terrifying for a novice, said
Gemma. But remember what I told you. If you are
adequately shielded you will not be in any danger when
encountering dark forces.
As they walked towards their favourite pub for a well-
earned drink, Gemma went on to explain the background to
their visit to the spinney. Three strong lines of Earth
energy crossed in the clearing, producing what was known
as a power centre. Normally this type of energy junction
was beneficial to humans, and in ancient times such spots
were chosen for the erection of places of worship.
However, for the past three years a group calling
themselves Blackrock Dark Zone had been regular visitors
to the clearing. They carried out evil ceremonies to poison
the power centre, which meant that the lines of energy
were transformed into what were known as black streams.
The occupants of houses through which the currents ran for
the next 10 miles or so would suffer problems with their
mental and physical health.
Members of my group, Blackrock Light Zone,
regularly come here to heal the power centre, said
Gemma. But within a few days the Dark Zone brigade
will return and corrupt it again. They are responsible for
the shape of the trees.
Whats their aim? asked Luke, who was still feeling
shaken.
What you must understand, said Gemma, is that our
planet is crisscrossed by subtle energy lines. The so
called Earth Energy Grid is a complicated subject. But the
most important thing to know is that it carries the life force
of the planet. The Earths energy lines and vortices have
been likened to the human body with its meridians and
chakras.
All over the planet groups similar to the Black Zone
are using dark ceremonies to corrupt the energy network.
If they are successful they will endanger the planet and all
life on it. So groups like ours are working hard to defeat
their plans.
Are the bad guys more powerful than your lot? asked
Luke.
No. I know it sounds corny, but we are convinced that
because we have right on our side we will triumph in the
end. But we will need to be constantly on guard. In time
youll learn that there are many aspects to this battle
between good and evil.
As they were only a few yards away from the pub, Luke
saw a man with the appearance of a night club bouncer
walking towards them. There was something about him
that made Luke shudder. He wore dark clothing and had a
bull neck. He seemed to exude an atmosphere of evil.
After the man had passed, Gemma said: That was my
ex-husband, Garth, leader of Blackrock Dark Zone.
The following tale appears in a book of short stories which I wrote to raise
money for the Anthony Nolan Trust, a charity whose life-saving work is still
not sufficiently well-known. L-rods play an important role in the story. But a
pendulum would have been just as effective.
ROY sat up in bed at 5am with a tingling feeling in his

tummy. At first he was unsure why he had awoken so
early. Then he remembered it was the first day of the
school holidays and he and his family were to go to the
seaside. And the nervous feeling intensified.
He did not need to get up until 6am. But he was too
excited to go back to sleep. So he selected a book from a
bedroom cupboard and read for the next hour.
The 10-year-old had been the envy of his class on the
last day of term. It was August, 1946. World War Two had
ended only the previous year and none of his classmates in
their Midlands school had ever been to the seaside. When
he told them where he would be going the following day
they could not believe it.
Roy knew that his sister, Sylvia, aged seven, was just
as keen as he was to head for the coast. He was not so
sure about his parents. A few nights ago they had been
arguing in their bedroom.
He heard his mum say: Theres no chance that youll
find it after all this time. Its a wild goose chase. If you
want to go to this particular seaside resort and there are
plenty of others Id rather go to just enjoy the holiday.
Dont waste your time on such a fruitless search. His
dad had replied: Something tells me that Ill find it. I
know I will.
They continued to argue, but Roy began to doze off and
did not hear the rest of the conversation. It hurt him to
know that there was a disagreement over his dads plans
for their holiday.
Roy was tall for his age and was known as Lofty at
school. He took after his dad, who was 6ft-2in in height.
Alf was a foreman in a boot and shoe factory.
At 6am, Roys mum, Pam, came into his bedroom and
told him to get washed and dressed. Half an hour later the
family sat down together for a hurried breakfast.
After breakfast, they all walked to the bus stop. Alf and
Pam were carrying heavy suitcases, Roy had a holdall and
Sylvia a small bag. The bus took them to the railway
station, where there were crowds of people who, like
them, were all set to head for the seaside.
Even though there was a long line of carriages, Roy
shouted in dismay: There wont be enough room on the
train for everyone. His mum said she was sure everything
would be fine.
As they queued to get on board, Roy saw clouds of
smoke and steam coming from the locomotive. It was like
a huge, noisy dragon, he thought. He also noted the
vending machines that, before the war, had dispensed bars
of chocolate. He could not believe it had been possible to
put a coin in a machine and see a chocolate bar pop out. In
these days of rationing, the amount of sweets that came his
way was severely limited.
At last it was the familys turn to get on board the train.
Then they walked along a corridor and tried to find seats.
Every compartment was full and, like a dozen other
people, they had to remain in the corridor. Roy and Sylvia
sat on the two large suitcases and their parents stood.
After an hour, a young man came out of a compartment
and said Pam could have his seat for the rest of the
journey. She gratefully accepted his offer.
Roy and his sister were uncomfortable sitting on the
suitcases and read comics to try to make the time go
quicker. Roy could not help noticing that his dad said very
little and just stared out of the window as the scenery
flashed past.
Will we soon be there? Sylvia kept asking. Alfs
reply was always the same: Just be patient.
After a two-hour journey, that to Roy seemed to have
taken the whole morning, the locomotive whistle was
sounded and the train drew into the seaside station.
As the family were near to a door they were among the
first to step onto the platform. The sky was dull and the
temperature a little cool for August. Pam shouted:
Children, can you smell the sea and fish and chips?
The large guest house where they were to stay was only
a 10-minute walk away. But guests were not allowed to
enter the building before 2pm.
So, still carrying their luggage, they went to a caf on
the foreshore for a meal of egg and chips, accompanied by
slices of white bread, thinly spread with margarine, and
cups of tea. Then they sat on a bench on the promenade
overlooking the beach. It was low tide and the sea was a
long way out.
Despite the cool weather, many adults were sitting in
deckchairs on the sand while their children played games.
There were still reminders of the war. Parts of the
beach were cordoned off with barbed wire and there were
notices warning of unexploded mines. Closer to the sea, a
DUKW, an American amphibious lorry, was lying
abandoned, upside down. Several children had climbed up
onto it.
Roy was keen to join in the fun. But his mum said: I
dont want you to arrive at the guest house looking like
something the tide has brought in. You stay with us.
Just before 2pm, they set out for their accommodation.
On the way they passed a cinema that had been destroyed
in a German air raid. Only the blackened front and back
walls were still standing. Pam pointed out a faded poster
advertising the last film to have been shown in 1940
before the building was hit. It was Citizen Kane, starring
Orson Welles. Roy groaned. I had been looking forward
to going to the pictures, he protested. Dont worry.
Theres another cinema just off the esplanade, his mum
said.
The guest house turned out to be a large, detached
Victorian building. A notice in the front window
announced that there were no vacancies.
Roy was allowed to pull a brass knob set into the
brickwork and a bell rang. After a minute or so, a small,
plump woman with ginger hair opened the door. She was
the landlady, Jean, and she led them up two flights of stairs
to their bedroom.
In the room were a double bed, two single beds, a chest
of drawers, a wash basin and a stand to hang wet towels
on. After they had put down their luggage, Jean invited
them all to go down to the lounge to meet the other guests.
They found that their fellow holidaymakers were
enjoying cups of tea and digestive biscuits. The
atmosphere seemed a little uneasy, as it was too early in
their stay for them to have got to know one another.
There were three middle-aged couples, together with
an elderly man, a family of five, and a young man of 21
with a long, hooked nose. The young man was the only
guest to acknowledge the latest arrivals. He greeted them
warmly and said his name was Jeff.
Roy and Sylvia accepted a glass of orange squash each
and their parents were handed cups of tea.
Help yourself to a biscuit or two each. They seem to
be running out rapidly, said the landlady.
Roy took three biscuits out of the bowl and his mum
tapped his arm and made him put one back.
Jeff tried to liven up the atmosphere by telling a joke
about a policeman who rode his bicycle into a pond and
Roy and his mum chuckled. But no-one else reacted.
Alf quickly finished his cup of tea and told Pam he
would like to go for a walk. Remember that dinners at
7pm prompt, said landlady Jean.
Roy had been hoping they would visit the amusement
park and was disappointed when his dad led them away
from the town. Alf was carrying a small canvas bag.
When his wife saw the bag she coloured up and said
angrily: So youre going to embarrass us all.
Therell be no-one else about, said Alf. Anyway,
children ought to know about the ancient art that saved my
life more than once in the war.
Pam, who only a few months previously has been
overjoyed when her husband was demobbed, still looked
unhappy.
They all crossed the road, turned left and, after a short
distance, turned right, walking past a golf course which
was located just behind the sea wall.
After they had continued for 10 minutes, the children
groaned. My legs are aching I hope its not much
further, complained Roy.
His dad, who had not spoken since they left the guest
house, said patiently: Stop grumbling. Therell be plenty
of time for you to do the things that you want to do.
After another 15 minutes they reached a vast marshy
area which was regularly flooded in winter as the sea
defences did not stretch this far along the coast.
They were confronted by an open metal gate and a sign
announcing: Ministry of Defence land. Keep out. But
there was no sign of any security.
Alf led the way through the gate, with his son still
grumbling. In the distance, on a piece of raised ground,
was a wide red brick wall that was at least 30ft high. On
getting close to it, Roy could see there were thousands of
pockmarks on the surface.
Whats caused all this damage to the wall, Dad? he
asked. Alf explained that in the early days of World War
Two the site had been used by the Army for gunnery
practice and the indentations on the wall had been caused
by many thousands of bullets.
He went on to tell Roy and Sylvia how, when he was
undergoing training in early 1940, his most prized
possession, a heavy gold ring with an inset ruby, had
slipped off his index finger and been lost in the wet sand.
He was down on his hands and knees looking for it
when there was an emergency. A German Messerschmitt
fighter flew in low over the North Sea and strafed the
training ground.
The instructor screamed at Alf and his comrades to take
cover behind the wall. When the scare was over Alf did
not have another chance to look for the ring. The following
day his battalion had been transported to the other side of
the country and, until now, he had never returned to the
site.
The ring was an heirloom that had been passed down
through four generations of his family. His mother had
been heartbroken on learning it had been lost.
Alf took two L-shaped pieces of wire out of his canvas
bag. Roy was puzzled and said: What are they for, Dad?
His father explained to the two children that while he was
in the Army a pal had taught him how to dowse.
Dowsings been used for hundreds of years to find
underground water. But it can also be used to find missing
objects or avoid danger, he said. Several times in the
war I avoided stepping on mines because two pieces of
wire like these showed me where they were.
A lot of nonsense, retorted Pam. You were just
lucky. And if you think youre going to use those bits of
wire to find your precious ring youre off your head.
Alf refused to become ruffled. We shall see, my dear,
he said quietly.
One of the most important things about dowsing is to
ask the right questions, he went on.
Roy was interested in what his father had said. But
Sylvia was becoming bored. She yawned and said: Can
we go now, Dad?
Just be patient for a few more minutes, said Alf.
Pam, who was becoming increasingly angry, said she
would take the children back to the guest house. Roy said
he wanted to see what his father was going to do. So Pam
walked off with Sylvia.
Alf explained to his son that the two pieces of wire
were known as L-rods. They could answer questions that
required only a yes or no response. He held a rod in either
hand, grasping each one by the short part of the L, and
said: I would like to search for the ring I lost here in
1939. Can I do this do this at this time? The pieces of
wire swung inwards and crossed, which Alf explained
was a yes. If they had swung apart it would have meant no,
he said.
Then Alf said: May I do this at this time? and Am I
ready for this at this time? He got two yeses.
Who are you talking to, Dad? asked his puzzled son.
No-one knows for certain, replied Alf. But the
important thing is that it usually works.
He started to walk away from the firing range, with the
long bits of the rods parallel to one another. He was
clearly concentrating hard and did not speak for the next
10 minutes as they walked all around the firing range.
Then, as they approached a pond containing dark-
coloured water, the rods crossed. Is this where the rings
buried? asked Roy excitedly.
Well have to see, said his dad. He put down his
rods, took a gardeners trowel out of his bag and started to
dig in the sandy ground. After a few minutes his trowel
struck metal. Roy emitted a whoop.
Alf carefully eased the sand away from around the
object and found it was a badly corroded ammunition clip.
Oh, Dad. What a disappointment! exclaimed Roy.
Are you going to give up?
No, Im going to keep digging until I find it, said Alf.
He slightly widened the sides of the small hole he had dug
and, after a few more minutes digging, shouted in delight.
I think Ive got it!
He produced a small object that was covered in wet
sand. He took a handkerchief out of one of his trouser
pockets and began to feverishly clean the object. It was
soon obvious it was the missing ring.
Thats fantastic, said Roy. Can you teach me how to
dowse?
Ill be happy you show you when we get back home.
But you had better not say too much about it to your
mother. As you probably realise, she thinks its
superstitious rubbish.
They happily walked back to the guest house in plenty
of time for dinner. When Pam heard about the discovery
she told Alf: Im pleased for you. But you didnt find it
because of those bits of wire. You were just lucky.
Alf decided not to mention dowsing again while they
were on holiday. He hoped that, in time, his wife would
become more open minded. But he doubted it.
The holiday exceeded expectations. The following day
the sun came out and, despite the usual east coast wind, it
was bathing costume weather.
Alf struck gold in more ways than one when he located
the ring. This find, more than his lucky escapes in
wartime, gave him the confidence to go on to become a
professional dowser. And his success rate when locating
water sources for farmers was 99.9pc.
Eventually his wife was forced to admit it could not all
be just a matter of luck.
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21st Century, Hay House UK, 2010.
Caddy, Peter, In Perfect Timing Memories of a Man for
the New Millennium, Findhorn Press, 1996.
Fortune, Dion, Psychic Self Defence: The Classic
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Gawain, Shakti, Creative Visualization: Use the Power of
Your Imagination to Create What You Want in Your Life,
New World Library, 2010.
Incledon-Webber, Adrian, Heal Your Home, Dowsing
Spirits, 2013
Lonegren, Sig, Spiritual Dowsing: Tools for Exploring
the Intangible Realms, Gothic Image Publications, 2007.
Matthews, Andrew, Being Happy!: A Handbook to
Greater Confidence and Security, Seashell Publishers Pty
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Hudson, 1986.
Miller, Hamish, and Paul Broadhurst, The Sun and the
Serpent, Mythos, 1990.
Miller, Hamish, The Definitive Wee Book on Dowsing: a
Journey beyond our Five Senses, Penwith Press, 2002
McLaren, Karla, Your Aura and your Chakras: the
Owners Manual, Weiser Books, 1998
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Jack Temple 1, Findhorn Press, 2002.
Watkins, Alfred, The Old Straight Track: its Mounds,
Beacons, Moats, Sites and Mark Stones, Head of Zeus,
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Table of Contents

The information in this book that relates in any way to

In the excerpt entitled, Battling against dark forces to

Some names have been changed for privacy reasons

Front cover photograph by Josh Rippin. Posed by

All the letters of the alphabet, arranged in a circle, had

Dowsing is the most amazing pastime and has the power to

There is disagreement about when dowsing was first

When I was in my teens I was exposed to the beliefs of a

Wow! or a similar word sums up how novice dowsers

The first dowsing course I attended was held in a church

To be a really successful dowser you need to use the

Editors, possibly excepting those at the helm of

Mother Earths subtle energy system is to me one of the

New Agers view Mother Earth, Gaia, as a living organism

Tracking currents of subtle Earth energies with my

In the summer of 2012, Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers

Among other especially interesting field trips held by

In the last chapter I mentioned my personal cinema screen

In March, 2015, Leicestershire & Rutland Dowsers

A lot of people know that I am interested in dowsing, not

In his best-selling philosophical novel, Zen and the Art of

I used to have a low opinion of alternative therapists

I have done the odd bit of unpaid healing work since I

In my younger days, when I was a member of a strict

Lifes a journey and we all face challenges at various

Anyone who takes an interest in alternative spirituality

Early on in my dowsing career I was fascinated by spooky

Ten months later, with pendulum in hand, I again went on

This is an appropriate point in the book for a word of

Yesterday I enjoyed a guided meditation. By guided I

A particularly surprising adventure was sparked off after I

As I write, an exceptionally large peace lily stands a few

Dowser-healers have their individual methods for tackling

Since I started on a spiritual path I have had many vivid

My interpretation: I was about 12 at the time I dreamt

Whenever you have half an hour to spare, check out the

From childhood, I have always found it easy to put on

Everyone interested in Earth energies should check out the

Everyone deserves to have a happy home where they can

Among the more unusual uses for a pendulum is finding out

Many dowsers build up an impressive collection of

Family and friends are a vital part of a happy life. But

Among the many fascinating things I have learnt on my

Thanks to my pendulum, I have been on the most amazing

Gemma Rivers squeezed Lukes hand and, in a matter of

ROY sat up in bed at 5am with a tingling feeling in his

Bailey, Arthur, Anyone Can Dowse for Better Health,

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