Cesco and I had planned to go to Europe again in the summer of 2006, to extend the sheng canopy there. For various reasons, our original plan was to go to France and Spain. However, observations made on my trip back from South Africa seemed to indicate that visiting Scandanavia might lead to a more productive outcome. So we determined to begin in Copenhagen, drive down to meet the canopy which we had brought to East Frisia in Germany in August of 2005, and then turn back and head north into Norway.
          Not knowing the results of our work on the Wales border in early August of 2005, we decided to spend some time in Britain first, before heading on over to Denmark. The best time to travel in Europe seems to be June, before school has let out and the Europeans are on vacation. So we came to England on June 3rd.

          John picked up Cesco at Stansted, and Rich met me in Gatwick. Since Cesco arrived in the evening and I in the morning, Rich and I took a side trip to a gem show near Heathrow. Lena, Tracey, and Dunx met us there and we had a good visit. Lena, a Swede, had just come from Stockholm, where she had erected a good CB . Tracey had helped me with prognosis when I was suffering after the South African trip, but I had not had opportunity to meet her before. Dunx I had met in the Leeds meeting in 2004, and it was he who had persuaded my wife and myself to visit Iona. Rich picked up some good inexpensive CB crystals at the show, and I found a good cheap piece of Chinese jade, so it was a good beginning.

          I was mildly surprised, and pleased, to find a sheng canopy over Gatwick and Heathrow, and it extended all the way to John’s place at Kentchurch on the Welsh border.

          We spent the following day overcoming jet-lag, working on orgonite devices, and meeting some of John’s interesting friends. One of John’s dogs played soccer quite well (hitting the ball with his nose), and it was fun watching Cesco match skills with him.

          Rich had generously offered to provide car and driver (himself) for a vortex-opening trip through Britain, and on the 5th we set out north toward the "Midlands".
          The sheng canopy continued overhead until somewhere on the M6 motorway between Bromwich and Walsall. At this point we began opening latent vortices.
          A bit north of Preston, I believe, we drove under a second sheng canopy , probably originating from the work my wife and I had done back in June of 2004. Since I knew this one likely extended up into the isles of western Scotland, we took a route into central Scotland, and came outside the sheng canopy again. Once more we began opening vortices, and worked our way up to Inverness on the Moray Firth.
          Inverness is roughly equal in latitude to the most northerly part of Skye, where my wife and I had reached two years before, so I was somewhat surprised to find that just north of Inverness a sheng canopy appeared again. We crossed Moray Firth and opened our most northerly latent vortex of the Scottish trip, on the Black Isle.
          We drove a bit more north, but observed that there were vortices some miles yet further north already open. These were the first vortices on my trips that I had found open already open, before treatment. Whether they are left over from an earlier era when perhaps most vortices were open, whether someone else had opened them recently, or whether from some other purpose, they were there spewing forth sheng qi . So we turned around and headed south again -- this time along the eastern coast of Scotland.

          There was no canopy here, so we worked as we travelled south. We had had e-correspondence with Paddy Imhof, who has a farm just south of Aberdeen, and he had invited us to drop by if we came into his neighborhood and had time. We arrived at the farm one day just at noon, and Paddy’s wife invited us for lunch, along with the extended family of young people the Imhofs care for during the day. Paddy showed us around the farm, and demonstrated his well-functioning CB . There was a latent vortex up in a tree farm not a great distance away, and Paddy led us up to it.
          After together opening the vortex, he offered to show us one of the many megalithic stone circles in the neighborhood, which offer we gratefully accepted. This one was/is called "the nine stanes", and most of the stones of the circle seemed to be still intact. It was in a clearing on the edge of a woods.
          It was special, among similar sites I had visited. It seems likely, that since the beginning of the Christian era in the region (likely over a thousand years ago), the place has not been regularly used as a place of worship or ceremony. My experience is that in such places, so long abandoned, the erstwhile resident "deity" of the place is no longer present -- or at least whatever traces persist of it are so weak as to be unidentifiable. For whatever reason, however, this stone circle was an exception.
          Perhaps folk worshipped here long after other places had become neglected, perhaps its purpose was more vital, perhaps the deity was special in some way, perhaps the feng shui of the site was stronger, perhaps the array of stones was less disturbed, .... I simply do not know the reason, but when I entered the enclosure of the stones, there was present up above, a quite powerful and respectable sheng being. I offered to help set things to rights, and it directed my movements for a half hour or so in restoring the proper movement of qi in, among, and around the various components. It could not be a perfect job, given that a few stones were missing and one or more displaced, I don’t recall ever previously having had more specific or active help in such an enterprize. Unfortunately, I got so caught up in what what going on, I neglected to note what, if any, significant lines of qi passed through the configuration.
          Later Paddy took us past and to three other stone circles. They were all of note for one reason or another, but none was nearly so vital or powerful as the "nine stanes". As I recall, at least two of these three had depressions in their centers, where there were feelings of pain or other unpleasantness. But the center was clear within the "nine stanes".

          Concluding our peregrinations, Paddy took us home where his wife had prepared an excellent supper. Northern Scotland at that time of year has a long evening, so after eating we decided to continue further south towards Edinburgh. We were running a bit short of TBs , and anticipated being even shorter later in Scandanavia (since at the time it looked like some of the packages we had sent might not arrive). Paddy generously offered to donate to the cause the supply of TBs he had accumulated in his shop, and they being of excellent quality, we gratefully accepted. Paddy’s TBs now lie in vortices along much of eastern Scotland, eastern England, and the coasts of Cornwall.

          So we resumed our way south, and opened three more vortices before dark. The third one turned out to be rather interesting. It had been palpable from some miles off, and Rich drove up towards the hill on which it was located, just about 11PM. We went up a long driveway with a lighted cottage at the end, and got out and knocked on the door to request permission to climb to the top of the hill behind the cottage. A lady came out, and asked why we wanted to to up there. We explained what we were doing, that there was a latent vortex on her hill, and that we wanted to open it up. She was much more understanding than I had apprehended, and gave permission. She told us that the place was a portal, and that there was a very old powerful being in charge of it, and warned us to be careful if we came in contact with it. There is more to the story, but it seems best to respect her privacy and say no more for the present. Later her friend came home, and they offered to let us camp out in their back yard for the night. We gratefully accepted. In the morning when we awoke, they had already left for town, so without further ado, we set off on our day’s work.

          History records that the Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, later known as the Knights Templar, was formed in Jeruselem in 1118 by nine French Crusaders, and granted permission by King Baldwin of that city, to dwell in the ruins of King Solomon’s Temple. Ten years later at a specially convened council for Catholic dignitaries in Troyes, France, the group was officially recognized as a military and religious order. Its rise in power and prestige was meteoric, until Friday, October 13, 1307, when France’s King Philip, with the blessing of the Pope Clement V, secretly and successfully moved against, and extirpated that Order from France. It is almost certain that some some of the leaders had warning, and of those, some escaped ahead of the King’s men. Tradition has it, that some sailed to Scotland, which was then fighting for its freedom from England. Soon other kings moved against the Templars. In 1309 Edward II of England moved aggressively against them, and in 1312 the Pope officially dissolved the order.
          It is thought by many that Freemasonry inherited much of its lore from the Knights Templar, and Masonic tradition has it that in the Battle of Bannockburn, fought on June 24, 1314, the Scots’ cause was much helped by the appearance of a band of Templar knights led by one Saint-Clair, who held lands near the town of Roslyn, situated somewhat south of Edinburgh. Victory by the Scots in this battle preserved the independence of Scotland from England, and that independence persisted until the death of Queen Elizabeth I, when the Scotch King James was made the first Stuart king of England, and the two countries were joined in peace. There is speculation that the Templars enjoyed protection in Scotland, through the offices of the Saint Clair family, and that Templar documents, objects, and lore were placed in the family’s protection.
          In 1441 the head of the family began construction of a small cathedral on a hill above the family castle. Upon his death, the son, apparently from economic considerations, elected to cease construction of the building. There are carvings on the walls, made prior to 1470, which appear to picture Indian corn (maize) and aloe cactus. Of course these were products of the New World, and Columbus did not make his discovery until 1492. Throughout the church are carvings of Masonic or Templar significance, and the whole has been considered to be somewhat curious.
          We visited this church after crossing the Firth of Forth near Edinburgh. The cathedral was to have been in the shape of a cross, with a nave (lengthwise) and a transept (crosswise), with the altar near the top of the cross. Just the upper part was completed, the present church consisting of the altar at one end, and where the transept would have crossed the nave at the other end. As mentioned before, the old cathedrals in Europe often have strong lines of qi running through the middles of the naves and of the transepts. In Roslyn Church, there is a sheng line through the earth, just at the end of the end of the church, where the transept was to have been constructed. Furthermore, it extends down the hill and through the ruins of the old castle, seat of the Saint Clair family for hundreds of years.

          Next we headed east along the coast route south. We gifted our way through Northumberland, into Anglia, and as I recall, were somewhere in the vicinity of Norwich, when we entered once more under a sheng canopy . What we eventually learned, was that the sheng canopy , begun the previous summer in Europe, had spread across the English Channel and had connected up with the one which had formed in Herefordshire and South Central England. My educated guess is that the third river of qi, which began in southwestern Germany and flowed through northern France, induced this connection.
          Whatever the reason, our work was temporarily done, and Rich was free to drive more or less directly to his home in Bournemouth. Here we had opportunity to take much needed baths, and the next morning, to sleep in a bit.

          After breakfast we drove west along the southern coast of Devon and Cornwall. As I recall, it was somewhere in the region about Exeter that we drove out from under the sheng canopy again and had to resume our vortex opening. The weather was beautiful, as it had been during most of our trip in Britain thus far, and I found it a quite pleasant. At one point, after traversing a couple fields and a bit of woods, I came upon a huge well-kept up mansion: perhaps the seat of a wealthy Peer. Anyway, the vortex was in the woods off to one side, and the place now has sheng qi swirling up next to it.

          We continued working our way east, and late in the evening, some miles west of Penzance, I could feel a cloud of sha qi , near and to the west of the city. Rich and Cesco felt the same, and we set out to follow it to its source. It was more or less in the direction of Land’s End, but several miles from the latter. After visiting Land’s End, we back-tracked, and found the source in a field, about a mile or two inland from the beach. Rich remained with the car while Cesco and I hiked across a couple of fields. Between two fields was a hedge growing upon a wall of earth and stone. The source was in the wall, and two sha lines crossed just at that point in the wall. While the remainder of the earthen wall had foliage, it was bare at the negative point, and a stone at ground level had somehow become dislodged just where the source came up from below into the wall. Cesco placed one of Rich’s powerful HHg’s into the hole, thereafter replacing the stone. Then we took 6 TBs and placed them on one of the negative lines (in a place where they would not likely be disturbed by future plowing) in the usual configuration calculated to change the line from negative to positive. Cesco buried them and subsequently, not only the qi of that line, but also that of the crossing line, became positive. By the time we had gotten back to Penzance, where we ate dinner, the sha qi in the area had become considerably weaker.

          We camped out in a field, and next morning headed north along the coast. Again, somewhere north of Exeter, we entered under the sheng canopy . My guess is that when we left Britain a few days later, the whole was under a sheng canopy , except western Wales and Ireland. In particular, the two separate sheng canopies had joined together, and were quite likely now also connected to the sheng canopy on the Continent.

          It was now time to head back to John’s place, and we decided to drive through Glastonbury on the way. Tradition has it that Glastonbury was connected with King Arthur’s headquarters and, among other things, it is the site of Glastonbury Tor, a tower high on a hill above the town. The town itself reminded me a little of Sedona, Arizona, having so many New Age shops, though it has not proceeded quite so far along that direction yet. The Tor was no disappointment, though it does take a little effort to reach. I found three strong sheng lines crossing under the tower. Cesco tried doing some quiet sitting at the spot, but there was a little girl who seemed to take it as a challenge to "wake him up" by stomping and generally making noise nearby. If persevering under such difficulty shows degree of attainment, he must be at a high level.
          Checking the points at which the lines crossed the horizon, in both directions, and comparing their positions to the center of the tower, I found that two of the lines were not straight, but that one of them was. There was a latent vortex, not up on the Tor, but not far from the path back to town. This was the last vortex we opened in Britain on that visit.
          After buying some pasties in Glastonbury for lunch, we proceeded on, arriving in Kentchurch early in the afternoon. Meanwhile, acting upon our request, John had been busy making TBs , and had several hundred and more ready for us to take with us over to the Continent. He also made us a good dinner, and after a shower, Rich drove us to Stansted, where we were scheduled to take off early the next morning to Copenhagen.

          Our stay in Britain had been for ten days. I owe John much appreciation for his hospitality and TBs , and Rich much for giving up his vacation time, and for his transportation and patience over the long drive.