Week two arrived and the weather changed at last for the better with blue skies and beautiful sunshine. I was able to dry clothes and have a full ‘bath’ in the tiny stream that was so cold but so refreshing! My trips across the moor continued as I ventured now into the military ‘danger area’ which is hardly ever open for the public to walk in due to live firing that happens almost daily there. It was beautiful to experience the wilder part of the moor, as here there are almost no public footpaths to be followed and wonderfully no people! I could only do this because the red danger flags which warned people not to stray into this area were not flying (well at least I did not see them!).
As I mentioned in my last blog, I had started to walk without the use of a compass or map. It made me think how much in our working lives that we rely on others to set our compass, our direction, our journey and do we ever rationalise whether this is the right thing for us, or just the right thing for someone else? Are we listening to our hearts or our heads? Of course we have needs such as security in having a home, bread to put on the table and money in our pockets. These needs go a long way in swaying us to accept other peoples ‘direction’ on us. If you take it a step deeper, we are actually allowing a third party to run our lives. How much are we prepared for that to happen? Interesting thought…
Now approaching the end of the second week I found I could walk easily for hours as I felt so ‘light’, and with my portable water UV bottle and dried fruit and nuts in my backpack, I could go forever! A full moon arrived whilst I was on the moor and I celebrated its beauty by walking out to the Grey Wethers stone circles during darkness to bathe in the amazing moonlight. I spent a couple of hours, trance like, sitting in the centre of the ancient stone circle with the deafening sound of silence and the stark beauty of the moor lit up in silvery light all around me.
On another night, I had a dream when I was visited again by an ‘ancient one’ who asked me to clear the old pathways. In my dream I did exactly what I was told to do, even though it was nighttime and the weather was appalling with heavy rain and wind lashing into my face. I was pleased with my work though, and was thanked by the old man for doing ‘essential’ work. At dawn I awoke in my sleeping bag to find myself cold and wet with my boots below me soaking and covered in mud! Had I actually been sleep walking on the moor at night in the rain! That indeed was interesting to think that I had been on the move at night without consciously knowing it…
Another example of a strange dream that came to me – I was dressed in furs and all alone at the base of a tower that stood in a forest clearing. It was dark so I assumed it was night. A door was open and I walked through it and up a spiral stone staircase. I was met at the top by a tall white robed man who told me to “view the world”. I looked out of the tower but everything seemed to be underwater and therefore unclear to my eye.z I turned around to see a huge stone altar in the middle of the room with a large glowing purple crystal that was exuding periodic light beams. The tall man told me this was “the world as you know it”, again a confusing message. I couldn't take my eyes off the crystal but I was afraid to go near it or touch it. A deep drumming in the earth started and I turned to run down the stairs to get out. At the bottom, the door was closed and I could not shift it open. The deep drumming got louder, until it woke me up. Awake and sweating, I could actually hear drums in the forest and general howling! What on earth was that? Was this the devil and his clan coming for me! I got dressed quickly as the drumming continued. It was then that my rational brain took over and I decided that this must be a rave somewhere miles away with the sound travelling eerily through the forest. As I found out later, it was indeed an illegal rave party about 3 miles away in the forest!
As for the dreams, there are others which will appear later in a short eBook, and my view on what they meant to me and the messages that they highlighted. In my next blog I will tell you about the many animals I met and befriended during my time on Dartmoor and what they meant to me!