Though married for over twenty years, my wife and I had never had the right opportunity for a honeymoon, so we decided to take it that June. She had never been to Europe, though I had been to the British Isles with my parents many years before. We decided to spend a couple weeks in England and Scotland, with a few days out for a quick trip to Sweden. She wanted to spend a few days in London to begin. I recalled that Westminster Abbey and Saint Paul’s Cathedral were two of the more interesting sites in the city, from the etheric point of view. The sheng qi in the Abbey was somber and solemn, coming from deep below: here is where coronations have been held for many generations. The Cathedral is light with sheng qi : there is where royal weddings are often held. We visited both, and climbed the stairs in the latter to the outside gallery which gives a good view of the city. From there was observable a strong latent vortex, and we were fortunate, for it turned out that in that city of stone and concrete, the surface contact points of that vortex were such that we could gift it. I will not identify it precisely, for then it would not be difficult to remove the TB ’s. Looking back on the train north to Stansted, where we were to take our flight to Sweden, the open vortex was plainly "visible".
Our stay in Sweden was hectic, due to social obligations, and we had no chance to chase vortices before our last night there, in Göteborg. We had dinner in a modest vegetarian place in the old part of town, with a young man who was destined to become a good friend and valuable asset in vortex gifting. This was Cesco, who had come down on the bus from Oslo to meet us, and who had camped out the previous night in the woods. From his capacious backpack he extracted a notebook.
At the beginning of the year he had taken a twelvemonth vow of silence, and he kept that vow. So that night we spoke and he wrote. The conversation was more fluid than one would expect however, for his English was good, and his writing legible (and beautiful). I had known him from internet communication,
his "little secret coil" having excited my admiration.
After dinner we decided to take a walk. Upon leaving the restaurant, I became aware that there was a latent vortex on a hill not far away. So we walked off in that direction, and found a point where the sheng qi of the vortex touched the surface. After gifting it, we were approached by a bird, which seemed to desire our attention. We followed it until we came to a second critical point , at which point the bird flew off. After a bit, Cesco accompanied us to the hostel where we were to spend the night, and we had a good "talk"; during which he tried (unsuccessfully) to teach me to make his coil. He caught the bus back to Oslo in the wee hours of the morning.
The next day my wife and I took the plane back to Stansted, whence we set out by auto toward Leeds, where a meeting of British "orgonauts" was to take place several days later. Coming into Leeds we were "welcomed" by an impressive display of sylphs in the sky. This was neither the first nor last time I’ve had that experience. It is almost as if they sense when one needs encouragement. We made it to the city, and two days later attended the meeting. There were representatives from Ireland and Wales as well as England, and a good time seemed to be had by all. One of the participants Marcus, who will appear again in this narrative, had come all the way from Switzerland.
The group planned to go the following day to Ilkey Moor, on which was located some interesting stones with prehistoric writing.
My wife and I had to leave early, but decided to visit Ilkey Moor on our way. The weather turned bad, and I came down with a fever (which persisted for the remainder of the trip), which is my excuse for forgetting to bring some TB ’s when we visited the moor. We regretted the oversight, because there was a strong latent vortex at one of the stones. We however left markers at the critical point ’s, and I telephoned the information back to the group at Leeds, so that they could gift the places on their outing the following day.
From there we headed west to the spectacular Lake District, and spent the night on a sheep ranch. From luck (or design), there was a strong latent vortex up on the hills above the farmhouse, and our hosts gave us permission to go hiking. It was a bit of job to get to the vortex, but the climb/walk was quite picturesque, and we managed to return just at dark (accompanied by a host of midges).
Next morning we drove north into Scotland, and eventually ended up in a Bed & Breakfast on the isle of Mull just across from the historic old monastery at Iona. Dunx, one of the British "orgonauts" we had met, had spoken to us of a serious experience he had had in Iona, and this had led us to visit the place. When we arrived off the little ferry the next morning, we found, sure enough, a strong latent vortex. We gifted it surreptitiously, and after a half hour or so, an array of sylphs appeared across the water over Mull:
Our next journey was north, to the isle of Skye, and up near the north end of that island we found another vortex. After spending the night in the neighborhood, we turned south again. Upon crossing over onto the mainland once more, and driving 20 miles of so, my wife had me pull over so we could take a photograph. For coming from the direction of the vortex was a singular array of wispy clouds: these were not sylphs, but still an interesting confirmation:
Thence back to England to the south, where our last stop before leaving was Avebury. It was only a couple days after midsummer, and we were told that there had been quite a crowd there on Midsummer’s Eve. When we arrived at the prehistoric site, the weather was stormy: such wind and rain that nobody was out in the open. This was good for me, for I was able to walk out to the site at the end of the old path, and unobserved gift the latent vortex there. It was actually some yards distant from the remains of the ceremonies which had been held on Midsummer’s Night.