Iceland

August of 2006

          I had observed in March, during the Amsterdam-Seattle leg of the flight back from South Africa, that a sheng canopy stretched from west of the Northwest territories in Canada to about half-way across Hudsons Bay. By late June the canopy on Continental Europe had been joined to that in Britain and extended as far north as the arctic circle in Norway. The next logical target for a vortex expedition seemed to be Iceland, situated between the two.

          On Thursday morning, August 10, I arrived at Cesco’s apartment in in Iceland’s capital of Reykjavik. He took me on a long walk, showing me the points of etheric interest in the city.
          One of these was the Icelandic Parliament Building. There was a little garden in the back of this building, and two sha lines crossed just through the center.
          We found one latent vortex in the city, near an old water storage area which is now a restaurant, called Perlan (the Pearl).
          Walking back from opening that vortex Cesco, directed our course to a sculpture behind the library of the University of Iceland, and next to the main cinema. Cesco had noticed that there was something wrong with the feeling around that sculpture. Sure enough, there was a sha line there, which we treated.

          Cesco enlisted his good friend Gustav, who had just finished a forestry job preparatory to attending college that fall, to drive us around the island. Gusti turned out to be a great asset, and we owe him and his car much for our successful journey. We set off that Thursday evening, opening a second vortex just east of the city on our way out.
          Our first major stop was Thingvellir. This is the site of the world’s first parliament, and is where the Icelandic parliament, the Allthing, was held from 930 until 1798. It is also the site of a recently opened vortex. It is a special place, both geologically (being on the meeting line of two major tectonic plates) and etherically. There is an old church nearby, built shortly after the country turned Christian in the year 1000, and there is a quite strong sheng line running through the church at right angles to the fault line.
          Down from the church, across from the actual meeting site of the Allthing, is another strong sheng line -- much wider and somewhat softer feeling than the one through the church, but roughly parallel to it. It passes through a spectacular falls nearby , and in the falls is a quite cheerful undine.
          We set out again, and hunted vortices until dark. We were now not far from the forest, in which Gusti had been recently employed, and so we spent the night with some of Gusti’s hospitable former co-workers.

          Our first vortex next day was on a small mountain east of the town of Borgarnes. As we were coming down, the guardian entity of the mountain joyfully made itself known to us.

          One of the vortices was on a rather steep and gravelly mountain. We had to travel on all fours for about a third of the way, and the round trip took us about three hours. But there was a beautiful view at the top, and the strength of the vortex when opened, made it quite worthwhile.

          Toward the end of the day we arrived at the glacier Snæfellsjökull.

The glaciers in Iceland have been melting at an unusual pace these past years, but there are still some large and impressive ones on the island. Snæfellsjökull is not large, but it is impressive. We climbed up on it just before dark, to gift a special vortex. Usually there is a cone of qi coming up from below, but on Snæfellsjökull, the shape was more like a narrow cone rising up (although it did not come up straight all the way, bending at right angles twice). It was dark when we got back down to the town below, Arnarstapi, but with aid of a flashlight we managed to get the tent up.

          On Saturday we headed east until we reached the main ring road around Iceland, Highway 1, where we turned north following the road clockwise around the island. Nothing extraordinary occurred that day, other than I observed, when getting back to Highway 1, that the sheng canopy had appeared for the first time. That night we put up the tent again, this time in the daylight, in a farmers field, and with better results. We were of course outside the canopy by then, but by next morning it had once more overtaken us.

          Iceland has many hot springs. Reykjavik is the first city I have visited where two water lines go into each house from the street: one hot, and one cold. On Sunday we visited one of the more spectacular hot springs sites, which was not far from a latent vortex.
          This was just west of the Icelandic "badlands", which is an area in the north where little grows, and few people live. We gifted one strong vortex there, on a desolate mountain in the rain (it had been overcast or raining most of the time since my arrival). By the time our clothes had dried, we came to Akureyr, the largest town in the north of the island. Cesco treated us to dinner, and I had my first taste of Iceland fish, which was delicious. That night we slept near another farmers field, once again just ahead of the sheng canopy .

          All day Monday we drove east, still with poor weather, hunting vortices along the way. After opening a vortex on the outskirts of the town of Egilsstadir, we turned off Highway 1, continuing on to the coast to the small seaport of Seydisfjördur. Here arrives once a week a ferry, bearing tourists from Norway, and here live two friends of Cesco and Gustav: Helgi and Thorun, and their two small children. They graciously invited us to spend a couple nights there. It was good to take a shower and scrape some of the whiskers off.

          Tuesday we slept in a bit, and then drove north to Borgarfjördur. There was a vortex on the edge of the town, and a little restaurant which serves wonderful fish soup. But these were not the reasons we drove there. Many Icelanders express belief in the unseen people: the trolls, the giants, the dwarves, the elves. And the area around Borgarfjördur was supposed to be elf country. I was interested in finding out what the qi of an elf felt like. We had to drive in-country a couple miles, and then hike another three or four up into the hills to reach a big rock which was called "elf-church", because in the past, elves had been seen by the country folk going in an out of that rock. It is said that elves do not often make themselves visible to people, or invite them into their domiciles -- nor did they to us that day. But on the way up the trail we passed a rock which was said to be the haunt of an elf in former times. There was an entity inside, and I tried to get a feel for its qi . It was much more like that of a human being than that of a sylph, or one of the mountain spirits. It seemed to spiral up where one would expect the body to be, which is not the case with a human, but the feeling around the head area was more similar to that of a human. And the emotion around the head area was a little sad, which emotion seems to be that most common for humans.
          After some time hiking along the trail, it became quite foggy, which is the state they say elves prefer. When we got to the large rock after about an hour’s hike, there seemed to be about four other similar entities in the rock. The qi in the rock itself was not as it should have been. I spent about a half hour, with help, trying to rectify things. Of course I asked first if it were acceptable, and there was a short but sharp argument, before I was given permission. I was a party to the argument, but I was not really one of the adversaries -- it was rather queer. During the treatment some things were forced out of the rock which should not have been in there: it reminded me a bit of the experience I had had with Georg at the Megaliesburg vortex the preceding February. As in that case, after the treatment, a "mopping up" operation was required, to insure that the negative things did not afterwards return.
          Cesco suggested I look for qi lines going through the rock. Sure enough, there were two of them. One was a good one, which went up the hill behind and through a large cylindrical shaped rock. There was a similar entity in it. The other was negative, and came down from another direction passing along the base of the large rock. We went up the hill to a place where there was enough soil over the rocks that we could bury six TBs , and Cesco buried them, turning the line positive. The big rock seemed quite fine afterwards. Cesco felt that the entity in the cylindrical rock wanted something, which was correct, and we took care of it.
          I was quite energized on the way back, and covered the ground in about half the time as would normally be the case, stopping only for a short time at the smaller rock, where we had seen the first entity, to do a little work there.
          Reaching the car, we drove back to Seydisfjördur, and spent a second night at Helgi and Thorun’s place.

          When we had driven into Seydisfjördur on Monday night, I had noticed that the mountain across the fjord to the northeast from the town, had unusual sheng qi in it, and that there was a latent vortex on top. Because it was so high, we put off climbing it until Wednesday morning.

Gusti stayed back to have some work on the car done, and Cesco and I set off about 8:30 in the morning. The climb was not difficult, but it was long and tiring: we arrived back in town at 3PM. It was the strongest vortex we gifted on the trip, and there were several confirmations of this:
          First, by the time we left Seydisfjördur at about 4:30, there were many sylphs in the sky, and their procession centered above the gifted peak.
          Second, the sheng canopy had not only caught up with us, but had spread as far as could be seen in every direction. We were to find during the next few days that the sheng canopy had extended over the entire island at that time, and as far as could be seen over the ocean, to the east, to the south, and to the west. My suspicion was that it had now joined up with the sheng canopy over Europe, and perhaps with that over northern Canada as well.

          That night we took a short detour off the main highway and drove to Stdvarfjördur on the coast, where is located one of the finest of rock collections. It had, among many other things, specimens of Iceland fellspar. Most fellspar that you see is striated, but here were some clear pieces, and one in particular was quite clear. I noticed that the feeling of the clear pieces was better than that of the common pieces, and that of the best piece was quite good.

          We found a nice spot by the sea to put up the tent. Beginning that day (Wednesday), the weather turned sunny, and it continued nice, more or less, for the remainder of the trip.

          Next morning we back-tracked to Highway 1 and drove south, continuing to open latent vortices, even though the sheng canopy , with its incident sheng beings, was now everywhere above. Our thinking was that Iceland is only a modestly large island between two continents, and so needed to be well-stocked.

          The largest glacier in Europe, Vatnajökul, in is southeast Iceland.

One vortex we gifted that day was on a little ridge, overlooking a tail of that glacier. Besides a quite tall sheng being that greeted us there, after opening the latent vortex, there appeared a number of birds, including two falcons, circling the newly opened vortex.

          We spent the night further down the road, erecting our tent near a beautiful little chapel close to a famous old cliff called Lomagnupur.

One of the most famous of the old Icelandic sagas is Njalssaga, which has a good translation into English. I recommend it to anyone who is interested in the old history of Iceland and the customs of the Vikings. One of the characters in that saga had a dream of a giant coming out of Lomagnupur speaking to him a prediction which later became true. The little chapel had quite a nice feeling inside, and Cesco had a chance to sit there undisturbed for a time, before the next tourists arrived. There has been a chapel there likely since before 1200.

          On Friday morning we stopped at an old nunnery Kirkjubæjarklaustur, which was close by a latent vortex. On the way to the cloister was a hill with sheer sides called Systrastapi (Nuns Rock). On one side was anchored a cable which extended over the top of the hill, and which ended in a small chain coming down just above a trail that ended about 2/3 of the way up the hill. The chain extended down only far enough that a reasonably tall adult could reach it, and to get the rest of the way up the hill, one had to pull himself up the chain hand over hand.

          At the southernmost part of the island is a beach Dyrholaey at which we stopped.

Cesco had long wished to swim in the ocean, and he and Gustav did so here. I stayed in the car. Afterwards a warmly dressed woman came up to them and told them they were heroes, and that the newspaper should have been informed beforehand so that photographers could be present.

          Further down the road was an impressive waterfall, with a latent vortex nearby. The sun was out, and when I walked into the falls, a beautiful double rainbow appeared. One could walk right to the foot of the rainbow, which was my first such experience.

          The last vortex of any particular note was up on a high headland. It turned out to be directly below the cairn of one of the first viking settlers of the country, buried in 875. There were other graves up there as well, and considerable effort must have been expended to carve and carry up the rocks necessary for their adornment.

          We arrived back in Reykjavik that night, our cycle complete.
          Next day Cesco and I went back to the Parliament Building, and followed one of the sha lines passing through the garden, until we found an inconspicuous place where it could be transformed. It turned out that the same line went under a large public statue elsewhere in the city.

          On the flight back from Iceland I was naturally keen to see how far the positive canopy extended to the west and south.
          The first leg of my flight was to Minneapolis, and I was surprised that that canopy continued all the way to that city, over Greenland and central Canada.
          The second leg was to Las Vegas, and somewhere not far south of Minneapolis, the plane flew out from under the sheng canopy .