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The distinctive columnar jointing rock formations of Cullernose Point receiving a dowsing at the tail end of Storm Corrie.

 

100 x 2022 - Northumberland - 2/100

 

I must be a natural dowser as I have an internal draw towards water - even here in the desert in the darkness of the night without any roads or trails. I love shooting water.

 

GPS is not accurate - this is a location in an isolated area of the western Utah Desert. I do not want to encourage others to go off-roading in unforgiving territory

Having fun in the garden with my least expensive photographic gadget.

Glistening pools of gold-coated porcelain on sheets of steel.

 

Simple but highly effective this exhibition took my breath away. I stood and looked soaking in the beauty. Contemplating. Questioning. Appreciating.

 

Then attempting to do the work justice which, hmm yes I didn't manage very well unfortunately. But here tis anyway.

 

Thank you to Dowse Art Gallery and the artist Liu Jianhua for allowing photography of these wonderful works.

 

Link to fascinating time-lapse of the exhibition being put together.

Chromoflage artwork by Janna van Hasselt at The Dowse Gallery.

 

HBM!!

Old Town Buda Antique Mall. Buda, Texas is another Texas town that has an exploding population. This place is haunted. For real!! Here's the report from Central Texas Paranormal Detectives.

During our investigation we did not experience any "negative" or "bad" feelings in the building while we were there. We felt comfortable the entire time. We did get some EMF spikes upstairs, just as you get to the top of the stairs, and we did capture a male voice in the bathroom on our recorder. That male presence could have caused the EMF change when we were up there.

We also communicated with a female spirit using dowsing rods on the main floor towards the back by the armoire. This session is on video.

We captured several EVP's (electronic voice phenomena)' spirit voices which are captured on tape or recorded and are not heard in real time. We also have photos with possible spirit orbs. Orbs are believed to be a form of spirit energy. Spirits can show themselves in different ways. Some are believed to come in the form of these orbs. Other ways are mists or full apparitions.

It is our findings that:

There are more than 4 spirits in the Buda Antique Mall. We feel we captured 3 different female voices and possibly 3 different male voices...and a cat.

..lol..I'm on the fence with this one..;))

 

“You can love her with everything you have and she still wont belong to you. She will run wild with you, beside you with every step but let me tell you something about women who run with wolves, their fierce hearts don't settle between walls and their instinct is stronger than upbringing. Love her wild or leave her there.”

 

― Nikki Rowe

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gydcChFnzQ

INNER DEMONS – JULIA BRENNAN

 

Wild at heart

I can't be tamed

so many people

tried to dowse the flames

fingers burned they try again

but never will they break me

 

Pure at heart

I can't be condemned

so many people

tried to put an end

to all I am and all you see

but they will never break me

 

Soft at heart

I can't be hardened

so many people

beg my pardon

but it is not for me to forgive

my God will not forsake me

 

Kind at heart

I can't be crushed

so many people

try to make me hush

yet standing on the most precarious edge

even the wind can't shake me

 

Beauty at the heart of me

in all I do and all I see

so many people

want a part of me

but only the angels can take me.

 

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A superb beach located on East Bay of Cape Cod with warm quiet waters.

The Silver Ghost

Merle Haggard

 

On a cold and rainy night I was sittin' in the light

Oh my switchman shack of mine post on the mountain

The storms were pretty bad and the telephone was dead

But it was just eleven hours till the dawn.

 

Then much to my surprise the telegraph jumped in the light

As I read the code I thought could this be true

The train was on its way headed up to mountain grade

But she didn't have no engineer or crew.

 

At the other switch they tried to put her on the mountain side

But she kept on coming up the mountain grade

But I quickly dowse the light to try to see into the night

Maybe I could spot her headlight in the rain.

 

She was poundin' down below I could hear her whistle blow

And I thought Lord that's a high and mournful sound

Then the telegraph again there's a caving in the mine

And the hundred men have buried neath the ground.

 

Lord, she's coming now I see her round the bend and straight at me

And her ballet is glowin' red as coal in hell

The headlight switchin' wide searchin' all the mountain side

But the only sound she's making it's a wail.

 

Then I recognized the train by the number and the name

It's from miners Silver Ghost 0-40-1

Then she vanished up the track by the lonely switchman shack

Like a mother who was looking for her son.

 

Now I heard the story how an engine went to glory

Over fifty years ago in the same line

It was steaming for the caving there were men needed saving

But it missed the curve in trestle near the mine.

 

And every now and then you'll hear a whistle on the wind

It's from mountain slides where many men're lost

It's a high and lonely wail and searching up and down the mountain

It's the train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.

 

The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost.

The train they call the Miners Silver Ghost...

 

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(3 assembled and retouched photos with digital drawing)

Lightship 95, moored at Trinity Buoy Wharf, London. Built in 1939 by Philip and Sons of Dartmouth for Trinity House and used mainly at their South Goodwin station on the Goodwin Sands and at other stations including Inner Dowsing off the coast of Norfolk. She is 1 of 3 built to the same design; 93 in Victoria Dock and 94 in Rotterdam. She was the first UK Light Vessel to be converted to solar power in the 1990's to allow for automatic unmanned operation and was in service until 2003 following a complete refit in 1999 in which all her original machinery and crew accommodation were removed. Sold at auction by Trinity House to the owner of Port Werburgh marina on the Medway she was later sold on to Ben Phillips who converted her to a floating music recording studio and based her at Trinity Buoy Wharf from 2008.

Happy Friday. We are just one hour off :) Spring showers today have further dowsed the fires near us.

The church of St Mary the Virgin in Fen Ditton, taken from the other side of the River Cam. I had taken photographs of the church many times, but I thought it would be nice to get the reflections in the water. The church was visited in 1543 by William Dowsing the iconist, who defaced statues and crucifixes. He was paid a noble, about a third of a pound for his work.

I made a pre-Valentine ‘faux pas’ by suggesting I set fire to an old heart shaped ornament I had given my wife a few years ago.

Didn’t go gown well.

So, I crafted this one from wire before dowsing it in lighter fluid and shooting it outside on a sub-zero night!

Also known as Jangye Ryn the cove came by its more recent name because of the silver dollars that have been found washed up on the beach over the years. However, the wreck from which those coins is thought to have come is a bit of a mystery. The vast number of wrecks around the Cornish coast means that there are quite a few candidates.

 

The ship most likely to be the ‘Dollar Wreck’ is in fact a little-known Spanish brig, Rio Nova. The Rio Nova was a wooden sailing ship, en route from Valencia and Malaga to London carrying fruit and . . . lots of coin.

She went down sometime in December 1802,the exact date is unclear, but the inquest into the events was reported in the Sherborne Mercury on the 17th January 1803.

 

'On the 30th ult. a Coroner’s inquest was taken on the bodies of W Thomas Broad and John Dowse, belonging to the brig RIO NOVE wrecked in the parish of Madron the day before. As soon as the vessel struck, the crew jumped overboard, and out of the nine men…three were drowned of which the above two only were found, the others have not been heard of. The vessel was coming from Malaga with dollars, gold and silver plate and fruit. Out of 19,000 dollars on board about 12,000 has been saved. The vessel went to pieces as soon as she struck.’

 

Both of the recovered men were buried in Penzance on New Years Eve, 1802. And of course, after the circumstances of the tragedy, and the cargo of the ship, became common knowledge people were drawn to the beach in the hope of finding a little of the lost treasure. They still are today.

Adapted from cornishbirdblog.com/a-potted-history-of-dollar-cove-treas...

 

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXCSnYhwiwg

SHADOW – AUSTIN MAHONE

 

TERRORS OF THE NIGHT

 

The darker edges of my mind

where thoughts may stray and fall

down deep, mysterious ledges

into the distant abyss that calls

I quell the queasy images created

that churn and turn on tenterhooks so tight

and pull at delicate infringements

invading dreams and bringing terrors of the night

I lay awake now in the solid darkness

so closed in, feeling that I touch the wall

my hand moves upwards to be sure; be certain

the vacuum has not imploded; not at all

as carefully as I dare I try relaxing

my eyelids close so silently it hurts

to think about the things that happened to me

the distant hurtful memories long past

why terrors of the night spring furtively

when cloak of darkness falls so heavily

and weights my breath and shoulders with it's anger

encompassing it creeps so steadfastly

the shadows that held fear to ransom free me

as they melt into the oil-black misery

they swallow all I haven't quite surrendered

they leave no room for any memories

Still I feel myself upon the ledges

frayed edges that can never carry me

they'll break away and forever they will take me

they'll make me carry my fragility

into the immortal fire; the realms of silence

where echoes muffled in contradictory nuances

rain down and dowse the licking flames

until the burning embers spark and fly,

but never quite cool to charcoal remnants

the rudiments of undeveloped promises

lay dormant still and quietly as the history

awaiting resurrection from it's dark and deepest self

all this and more can drown me if I let it

but morning comes around and lights the way

and the terrors of the night are seen receding

taking all the shadows from 'neath my eyes until the day

renews; replenishes; brings hope and ethereal sunlight

that filters through and dapples amber specks

within your eyes and as I turn to greet them

they settle me; bring tranquil thoughts and yet

the distance of the night is still found wanting

to claim a small part back before it goes

but if I blink and wait awhile; the inbetween time

those precious moments left before our toes

start wriggling and itching; ready for the morning

we stretch our limbs and yawn before we smile

we came through all the terrors of that dark night

and now we're free; can live our lives freestyle.

 

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Phone snap taken at The Dowse Gallery in Lower Hutt at the Alien exhibition.

 

We lay on the bean bags and watched little movie snippets on screens shining downward from the intricate carved lamps.

 

A nice space to be swept away by the creative vibe and slight feeling of being under water.

 

I added a light beam in blue 2x over in ps express. Liking the other worldly effect it brings.

Sorbus aucuparia, commonly called rowan and mountain-ash, is a species of deciduous tree or shrub in the rose family.

 

The plant is commonly known as rowan and mountain-ash, and has also been called Amur mountain-ash, European mountain-ash, quick beam, quickbeam, or rowan-berry.

 

Its fruit are round pomes between 8 and 10 mm in diameter that ripen from August to October. The fruit are green before they ripen and then typically turn to orange or scarlet in color. The sepals persist as a black, five-pointed star on the ripe fruit.

 

In the Prose Edda, the Norse god Thor saves himself from a rapid river created by the giantess Gjálp by grabbing hold of a rowan, which became known as "Thor's protection".

 

In English folklore, twigs of S. aucuparia were believed to ward off evil spirits and witches. The plant was called "the witch" in England and dowsing rods to find ores were made out of its wood. Twigs of S. aucuparia were used to drive cattle to the pasture for the first time in spring to ensure their health and fertility. The wooden shafts of forks and other farm implements were constructed from S. aucuparia, to protect farm animals and production from witches' spells. In weather lore, a year with plentiful rowan fruit would have a good grain harvest but be followed by a severe winter.

Kind of ended up a little smoky after this! Was a little surprised how well these coffee beans burned even after a slight dowsing with lighter fluid!

It's tropical now in the north! Ricielli 'Lollo' dress at Tres Chic

Aurora found her dowsing rod - and decided to put it to use.

(7 Photos.)

I got my Usagi doll in the mail yesterday and He's already all dressed for winter.

I love the simplicity of these dolls and see a lot of potential for customizing! I need a lot more time in the day. hahaha

The ears were a b*tch to get on though! I ended up dowsing the head with hot water to make the plastic more pliable. It was a little easier after that.

After using her bent antennae as 'dowsing rods' to detect a wood-boring beetle larva beneath the surface of a large bare log, this large Ichneumon Wasp raised her abdomen and proceeded to bore into the soft wood with her ovipositor to lay an egg on the hapless grub.

The curious growth of this young bucks spikes has the look of dowser rods. This was a one of encounter as we emerged from the swamp and I wonder if they grew to full size or broke early into rut practice.

The Lincs Wind Farm is a 270 MW offshore wind farm 8 kilometres (5.0 mi) off Skegness on the east coast of England. The total cost of the project is estimated at £1 billion including electrical transmission links. The farm was completed in 2013. It is adjacent to the smaller Lynn and Inner Dowsing Wind Farm (Wikipedia)

Rowan Berries are quite amazing in and of themselves, thought to have cancer-fighting properties. There is a lot of folklore about the rowan tree and bark. Cornish peasants once carried protective amulets made of rowan twigs. Walking sticks made of rowan wood are excellent tools for walking in the woods. Some also believe that the tree's wood, when carried, increases psychic powers. The tree's branches are often used in making dowsing rods and magical wands. Some believe carrying rowan berries aids in recuperation. They are sometimes added to healing mixtures and added to numerous types of liquor. Beware: these berries are poisonous unless cooked, as in a jelly, then they become sorbic acid which is fine.

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I find it hard to believe this lagoon is in the midst of suburbia. It's a great refuge for the birdlife as well.

 

This is only a small part of the lagoon.

Just down the road there are these massive phoenix palms which must be 50+ years old and they look lovely with the cherry blossoms out too. But not happy with that I added a dual photo of an exhibit at the local art gallery. I must go back and catch the artist's name.

 

Come as you are,

as you were,

as I want you to be.

As a friend,

as a friend,

as an old enemy.

 

Take your time,

hurry up,

choice is yours don't be late.

Take a rest,

as a friend,

as an old memoria,

memoria, memoria, memoria.

 

Come dowsed in mud,

soaked in bleach,

as I want you to be.

I picked some coriander for cooking a Thai meal last night. I washed the bunch thoroughly but careful examination revealed this well camouflaged passenger still clinging on. The dowsing interrupted its grazing for only a few minutes. Chefs and diners take care. Especially vegetarians.

Taken in early November at an airshow at my local airfield in Scone NSW.This plane picture is known as the Fireboss,an aerial water bomber which is actively used during our dreaded bushfire season in Oz.Pictured here giving a practical demo of a dowsing.

Lightship LV95

Built in 1939 by Philip and Sons of Dartmouth for Trinity House and used mainly at their South Goodwin station on the Goodwin Sands and at other stations including Inner Dowsing off the coast of Norfolk.

 

it was later sold on to Ben Phillips who converted it to a floating music recording studio and based it at Trinity Buoy Wharf from 2008.

 

Trinity Buoy Wharf is the site of a lighthouse, by the confluence of the River Thames and Bow Creek on the Leamouth Peninsula. The lighthouse no longer functions, it is sometimes known as Bow Creek Lighthouse.

  

Water divining in St James's Park, London

 

Actually it was busy collecting twigs and taking them up a large Plane tree to build a drey - Spring must be on the way!

The wonderful Liu Jianhua Transfer at the Dowse 2016.

 

This is two photos merged. The top foreground picture is part of the Regular Fragile installation showing just some of the hundreds of everyday objects cast in white porcelain hanging on the wall. The background picture is the gold coated ceramic globules on square steel plates on the floor. (The blurred dots are light reflecting off the globules on the other side of the room).

 

What a beautiful exhibition, I had to go back for a second look, soak it all and with my camera.

 

I love it when artists allow viewers to capture images of their work and always feel very grateful for their generosity in allowing this.

 

Nice one Liu Jianhua and Dowse Art Gallery.

  

From the Devil Dowsing show. 24x18ish.

The Rollrights Stone Circle are a complex of three Neolithic and Bronze Age megalithic monuments near the village of Long Compton, on the borders of Oxfordshire and Warwickshire.

 

In 1610. a king riding across the county with his army was accosted by a local witch called Mother Shipton

 

"Seven long strides thou shalt take," says she

"And if Long Compton thou canst see,

King of England thou shalt be!"

 

His troops gathered in a circle to discuss the challenge, and his knights muttered amongst themselves, but the king boldly took seven steps forward. Rising ground blocked his view of Long Compton in the valley, and the witch cackled.

 

"As Long Compton thou canst not see, King of England thou shalt not be! Rise up stick and stand still stone, For King of England thou shalt be none; Thou and thy men hoar stones shall be, And I myself an elder tree!"

 

This site attracts people of many persuasions and is particularly popular on the summer solstice.

It has been suggested that the Rollright Stones were part of a ley line running through Long Compton church, Chipping Norton church, and a tumulus near Charlbury.

 

This the view facing south east from the stone circle towards the town of Chipping Norton.

 

Ison ~ Radiance ~

Long exposure shot of St Mary's Lighthouse on St Mary's Island (Bait Island) near Whitley Bay, Tyne and Wear.

 

From Wikipedia:

 

St Mary's Lighthouse is on the tiny St Mary's (or Bait) Island, just north of Whitley Bay on the coast of North East England. The small rocky tidal island is linked to the mainland by a short concrete causeway which is submerged at high tide.

 

The first light in the area was in Tynemouth Priory - an 11th-century monastic chapel, whose monks maintained a lantern on the tower to warn passing ships of the danger of the rocks. A lighthouse was built on the site of the current Tynemouth Coastguard station in 1664 using stone from the priory. This lighthouse was demolished when the new lighthouse and adjacent keepers' cottages were built in 1898 on St Mary's Island by the John Miller company of Tynemouth, using 645 blocks of stone and 750,000 bricks. A first-order 'bi-valve' rotating optic was installed by Barbier & Bénard of Paris, very similar to the one they had provided the previous year for Lundy North Lighthouse; it displayed a group-flashing characteristic, flashing twice every 20 seconds. The lamp was powered by paraffin, and was not electrified until 1977; St Mary's was by then the last Trinity House lighthouse lit by oil.

 

As part of the electrification process the fine first-order fresnel lens was removed by Trinity House (it was later put on display in their National Lighthouse Museum in Penzance). Its place in the tower was taken by a four-tier revolving sealed beam lamp array, manufactured by Pharos Marine; it was powered by two 12-volt batteries, charged from the mains electricity supply.

 

The lighthouse was decommissioned in 1984 (two years after its conversion to automatic operation). The revolving sealed beam array was reused two years later (in reduced form) on the Inner Dowsing light platform in the North Sea, as part of its conversion to become 'the first major lighthouse to be run using solar power'. In 1986 a blue plaque was created to record its early history.

 

A few years later, St Mary's was opened as a visitor attraction by the local council. In place of the original optic, Trinity House offered a smaller one from their decommissioned lighthouse at Withernsea, and this can still be seen at the top of the tower.

 

Following closure of the Penzance lighthouse museum, the original lens was returned to St Mary's in 2011 to be put on display.

 

Since 2012 St Mary's lighthouse has been grade II listed. While it no longer functions as a working lighthouse, it is easily accessible (when the tide is out) and regularly open to visitors; in addition to the lighthouse itself there is a small museum, a visitor's centre, and a café. The cottage was upgraded with a wood pellet boiler in 2014.

 

In 2017 a renovation plan for the site (including roof-top viewing platforms and various glass-covered extensions) was rejected by the local planning authority due to environmental concerns. A new refurbishment proposal (to include rebuilding the original optic) was presented in 2018; however the Heritage Lottery Fund later turned down North Tyneside Council's £2.1m funding application.

 

Another Victorian lighthouse may be found a few miles to the south of the River Tyne. Souter Lighthouse is also now decommissioned, and open to visitors. Souter Lighthouse can be seen with the naked eye from the top of St Mary's Lighthouse.

Sufferer's Lands was the name given to a tract of land in northern Ohio. The government awarded the land to residents of several towns in coastal Connecticut as restitution after their homes were burned by advancing British troops in the American Revolutionary War. The land is know today as the Firelands. But the name Sufferer's Lands really struck a chord with me. My passion in photography is centered on divining unseen energy the way some people dowse for underground water. I'm attuned to the dark side and that name seems utterly apropos.

 

My world turned upside down Sunday when our dog ran off into the woods. I chased after him but he can run faster than wind and was gone just like that. I searched for hours and encountered several witnesses who reported a fast moving white dog, yet I was always 45 minutes behind the last sighting. The day labored on under increasingly chilly, rainy and emotionally dreadful conditions. I kept trawling the village, in car and on foot, searching. All the places I normally go, full of life, energy, in pursuit of great photos. But now crossing these same pathways filled with joyless angst. Reminded me how much of our life perspective rides on such a critical balancing point. Suddenly the drudgery of daily tasks seemed like an oasis of fun compared to where I was at. I imagined the sad energy I was imprinting into the ground beneath my feet, and how many others may have done the same over the years. I convinced myself long ago that it was those very energy fields that I had managed to tap into for these photos. Anyway the dog search ended at sundown. I sat that evening looking at his empty bed and imagining how out in the wild. Very dark thoughts ensued. I realized I had to re-channel my mind into a more positive direction. I focused on the dog and extended telepathic guidance (no crazier than any of the other half-baked notions I write about). Daybreak saw the search resume and within an hour I received news that the dog was alive and safe after some stranger delivered him top the dog pound. I soon had him back home, a bit disoriented and filthy, but otherwise unharmed. My life perspective was back in balance. But I'll never forget those dreadful hours and how it made me reinterpret the very land I live on, the Sufferer's Lands.

 

This dark cemetery angel seemed the perfect visual for this story although it has nothing to do with it. It stands a lonely vigil on the extreme western boundary of the burial ground. Before it are acres of graves, but behind it only an eerie woodland. I love walking in the woods, but not here. These woods are dark and off-putting no matter the season or time of day. There's something not right here; I accept that and just stay out. This angel is as close as I go and even that feels too close. On this cold afternoon, I ventured in for a look. Her hands, once clasped in prayer, had fallen to the ground leaving a gaping square hole in her chest. The angel is made of Fiberglas and the elements continue to take their silent toll. Even without hands, the figure exhibits an eerie presence, as if warning people away from those dark woods.

What do you foresee on your next page?

there is always more to tell

than what's already been told

much more to follow

merely waiting for hermetic time to unfold

 

here we go, take the plunge

into the water, out of the blue

gilt-edged pages to read by Autumn's fireside

the open air of endless words...

just turn the esoteric page outside

 

it's only you and the 'me' in words unseen

page 2 will endeavour to appease the devout

if your initial précis remains insufficient,

call upon the future and dowse the past,

with heavenly spirit so omniscient

 

words await your tales to tell

the next pages, over and again

nature's opportune cinéma vérité unfurled

one becomes two becomes oh-so-you

a raison d'être within our beautified world.

 

by anglia24

13h40: 03/10/2007

© 2007anglia24

   

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