During the intense years of my twin soul process, I was called to Glastonbury, the former Avalon with the high priestesses and Druids. Marion Bradley's books "The mists of Avalon" and so many more, I devoured! When I faced myself so deeply and could hardly function normally due to so much heartbreak, I decided to make 1 of my dreams a reality. I set out on my own. In Dans des Weerziens, I describe in detail the wonderful experience I had there.

"Glastonbury Energy: you get what you need, not what you think you need!"

Somehow, inwardly, I regularly feel the urge to travel to Glastonbury. I have been there several times, but I never forget the impressions I got on my first trip there. Glastonbury, the ancient land of Avalon with all those magical places.
After an hour's flight, I land in Bristol at 7am. There I take the Airport Flyer to Bristol Bus Station and from there the bus service to Street. Three hours later, I arrive in the land of Avalon. I take my suitcase to the B&B that lies at the foot of The Tor. That's a twenty-minute walk uphill anyway, but I don't mind at all, as I've been looking forward to this for so long.

I treat myself right away to a walk through nature. There is a violet-indigo-coloured energy here that I can perceive with my eyes closed, but mainly feel. You can't see anything with the naked eye, but the stories around me about the vortex that is here, connecting different dimensions, fascinate me enormously. Unfortunately, I cannot get it captured on photo. every time I feel "now you have to take a picture", I then look at my display and see nothing. How great was my surprise when I saw my photos on my PC: everything is just visible! At first I thought my camera had failed, but it hasn't.

The climb to The Tor is more than worth it. It is immensely beautiful, what a look, what beautiful nature and what a wonderful feeling up there! I am constantly joined by a crow. I don't want to leave here for the time being and then stay in the grass for three hours enjoying the view. I decide not to walk the labyrinth because they want to protect the mountain from erosion. So I confine myself to the landscaped path, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

That same evening, I go to a concert in Chalice Well Gardens. The gardens are illuminated and normally you are not allowed in at night, so this is an exceptional experience. The fact that the ballads sung there were nice, but not really 'my cup of tea', I take for granted.

As I write this, I am sitting with my feet in The Healing Pool. The water is unbearably cold, but I don't want to give up too soon and let go of everything that no longer serves me. By now my feet have turned nasty white from the cold, otherwise I feel nothing, just that ice-cold stream of water. It turns out to have a constant temperature of 11°C, so what am I suggesting. Here in Chalice Well Gardens, the Holy Grail are buried which was used at the last supper by Jesus of Nazareth. His uncle Joseph of Arimathea, who was a merchant and came to Avalon to trade tin, buried this grail, lore tells us, here. Over time, a spring then developed. The water appears very clear and is suitable for drinking, but it leaves a red mark wherever it flows. This is due to its high iron content and symbolises the blood of Jesus Christ. This water is said to be healing.

Jesus is also said to have had part of his training by Druids and High Priests here. Throughout the gardens you can see the symbol of The Vesica Pisces, the symbol of unity, connection between heaven and earth. At The Lion's Head you can drink the water. It is immensely pleasant to be here. There are benches everywhere under the trees and facilities for Silent Reflection. It is also the most natural thing in the world here to meditate in public. No one is surprised, everyone comes here for silent prayer. Again, I stayed for hours and did not want to leave, but then four days would just be way too short to see everything I wanted to see.

In the afternoon, I went to Wearyall Hill walked, where The Holy Thorn ever grew. The story goes that Joseph of Arimathea planted his staff here, which in time took root and thus grew The holy Thorn. I look at the little tree and think to myself, "What a puny little tree! This can never be a tree more than two thousand years old." So here is something not quite clear to me. There are all these coloured ribbons hanging in it. I explore the hill. A strong wind is blowing, but I enjoy the view and then sit by the tree for a while. From here, the view of The Tor and St.Michael's Tower particularly beautiful..... I later enquired with Glastonbury residents who told me that the original tree had died and that throughout Glastonbury, hawthorns are now growing which are branches of the original tree.
At 6pm, I decide that I should have something to eat at one of the many excellent restaurants for vegetarians after all. Back in my room, I want to take a picture of the view. I am amazed by the pictures. So I don't get a normal picture: all coloured balls of light and that violet-coloured sky again! So is there something wrong with my camera after all?

By now I am exhausted and go to bed, but sleep very restlessly. By the way, my little room is a typical English room with floral wallpaper, a duvet in a different floral design and plush carpet that has even been extended to the toilet. The B&B is fine, the breakfast is delicious and you can also get an alternative treatment if you wish. I didn't opt for it, but there are several options and possibilities.

The day after, I visit The Abbey Ruins. I am now in The Lady Chapel. This is where the Ley lines of Mary Magdalene and St Michael intersect. It is a place of power, all equally beautiful to see, but this little chapel appeals to me the most. It is also the most intact, the walls, the altar. The rest appeals to me much less despite the Ley lines, which I am very interested in. I can only feel that special energy here in this little chapel. In 1191, the bodies of King Arthur and Guinevere were allegedly found here. The question is whether this was a publicity stunt or if it was really so. In any case, the site of the tomb is still marked as being where Arthur and his lady were buried. The little chapel is quiet, people come in to have a look and then move on, but I spent at least an hour here.

Next, I look for Gog and Magog, two ancient, beautiful oak trees. With map in hand, I set off. There is not a person in sight, I get further and further away from civilisation. Nature is wonderfully beautiful, but the intentional road I am supposed to take on the right side just doesn't show up. So I eventually get lost in the forest. Inside, fear now wells up anyway. Everything is so remote here, I have been on the road for so long, pff... I hope I am safe. To make matters worse, I see a man dressed all in black in the distance. He is coming in my direction. Shouts, as many as a hundred, "Help, what now?" By the way, the man very kindly says good day to me as he walks past me, but at that moment I decide I'd better turn right anyway, because I don't know where the hell I am here and there seems to be no end to this forest. Somehow I end up at the bottom of The Tor again. So I climb this one again. Unfortunately, I didn't find Gog & Magog. I get a breath of fresh air on top of The Tor and then treat myself to the hydro spa in the B&B: a bubble bath with water at 39°C, in which you can only sit for a maximum of 15 minutes, and then I fall asleep exhausted.

Tonight my plane leaves at 8.30 am. I have no idea how I'll get back to the airport, so just plotting my return journey. I don't dare wait until the last minute, so I leave well ahead of time. A quick visit to The Chalice Well Gardens, another tasty vegetarian Lasagna at The Blue Note and then I'll say goodbye to this place.
Glastonbury, the town where many people still dress like hippies, where others are into Wicca, where you see countless shops with crystals, essential oils and herbs, where everyone offers some form of alternative counselling, where children play with pendulums in the streets, but most important of all: where you can be yourself and everyone respects others. I am grateful to have been able to enjoy all that beauty here on my own for four days!

© Maria Quesada