Preseli Bluestone
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Preseli Bluestone Carreg Las Preseli Jayne Mathias Welsh School of Homeopathy Ysgol Homeopatheg Cymru 10/04/2016 The images included on the front cover: ‘Break in the storm’ on the left; ‘Spring rain, Preseli’ on the right – both by Beth Robinson (http://www.bethrobinson.co.uk), with kind permission from the artist. 2 Acknowledgements Diolch o galon/A huge thank you to everyone I list here for all your support: John Kirk and John Morgan at Helios Homeopathy Pharmacy Dr Richard Bevins, Department of Geology, National Museum of Wales My family – Ian, Aron, Mum and Dad, Tracy and Steve – I couldn’t have done it without you! My friends – and a special thanks to Elin for the beautiful cake Linda Gwillim – and also for your wisdom, faith and patience Provers and supervisors – and also for your time, courage, faith and patience 3 Cofio Remembering Un funud fach cyn elo’r haul o’r wybren, One fleeting moment as the sun is setting, Un funud fwyn cyn delo’r hwyr i’w hynt, One gentle moment as the night falls fast, I gofio am y pethau anghofiedig To bring to mind the things that are forgotten, Ar goll yn awr yn llwch yr amser gynt. Now scattered in the dust of ages past. Fel ewyn ton a dyr ar draethell unig, Like white-foamed waves that break on lonely beaches Fel cân y gwynt lle nid oes glust a glyw, Like the wind’s song where no one hears the wind, Mi wn eu bod yn galw’n ofer arnom – They beckon us, I know, but to no purpose – Hen bethau anghofiedig dynol ryw. The old forgotten things of humankind. Camp a chelfyddyd y cenhedloedd cynnar, The artistry and skills of early peoples, Aneddau bychain a neuaddau mawr, Small dwelling-places and enormous halls, Y chwedlau cain a chwalwyd ers canrifoedd Old well-told tales that have been lost for ages, Y duwiau na ŵyr neb amdanynt ‘nawr. The gods that now no mortal could recall. A geiriau bach hen ieithoedd diflanedig, And little words of languages long-vanished, Hoyw yng ngenau dynion oeddynt hwy, Lithe words once lively on the lips of men, A thlws i’r clust ym mharabl plant bychaìn, And pretty in the prattle of small children, Ond tafod neb ni eilw arnynt mwy. No tongue will ever utter them again. O, genedlaethau dirifedi daear, Oh, earth’s innumerable generations, A’u breuddwyd dwyfol a’u dwyfoldeb brau, Their sacred dreams and fragile sanctity, A erys ond tawelwch i’r calonnau Is the heart silent that was once acquainted Fu gynt yn llawenychu a thristáu? With sadness and with gladness and with glee? Mynych ym mrig yr hwyr, a mi yn unig, Often at close of day, when I am lonely, Daw hiraeth am eich ‘nabod chwi bob un; I long to know you all, bring all to mind; A oes a’ch deil o hyd mewn Cof a Chalon, Is there a heart or memory still to cherish Hen bethau anghofiedig teulu dyn? The old forgotten things of humankind? Waldo Williams (1931) – Translation by Alan Llwyd (2010) 4 Contents Acknowledgements Cofio by Waldo Williams Page 1. The birth of a new remedy 6 2. Why Preseli Bluestone? 11 3. The signs 15 4. The learning 19 5. The substance 28 6. The method 36 7. The repertory 44 8. The themes 109 9. The miasms and the periodic table 206 10. The connections and significant events 215 11. Cases 217 12. The end and the beginning 218 Preseli by Waldo Williams 221 Appendices 222 I Instructions for provers 222 II Instructions for supervisors 226 III Additional instructions 229 References 231 5 Chapter 1 The birth of a new remedy Dyfnach yno oedd yr wybren eang Glasach ei glas oherwydd hon.1 This is about the birth of a new energetic remedy, ‘Preseli Bluestone’. I’m not sure where to start! I should start at the very beginning, but where is the beginning in the circle of life? It’s all relevant – it’s my thread, my story, my journey – so how far back shall I go? This ‘new’ remedy is ‘ancient’, and its healing and magical qualities have been known for a very long time. But it wanted to be revealed as an energetic remedy for this time. The energy of this ancient and magical stone called from the depths of the earth, from the inner world to the outer world. Its story reveals a pattern which unites ‘birth’ and ‘death’, ‘night and day’, ‘the visible world and the unseen world’. I resonate with its story, with its pattern; and the magic of its energy led me to climb a mountain one bank holiday in May 2012: to find my stone and discover its energy. That’s when I ‘knew’. I didn’t just ‘know it’, I ‘recognised’ it, I was ‘shown it’ and I ‘felt it’. And then I understood more. So, that’s a good place to start. Here’s what happened on that day… I woke up and announced to Ian (my husband) and Aron (my then 10 year old boy) that we were going to climb a mountain, as I wanted to find Bedd Arthur, which was close to the tor of Carn Bica in the Preseli Mountains. Bedd Arthur (‘Arthur’s Grave’) is a small stone circle, which is one of the alleged burial sites of King Arthur. From this peak, you can see Carn Menyn in the distance: the supposed source of many of the Bluestones from the inner circle of Stonehenge. Both Ian and Aron were surprisingly very up for it (despite it being a bit of a bleak day, raining on and off). We live near the Preseli Mountains in North Pembrokeshire, so we were only a short drive away to a good climbing base near Mynachlog-ddu to reach the goal. All three of us climbed the mountain with such enthusiasm and with a spring in our step: Ian checking the map, Aron running ahead, laughing all the way and excited about finding Bedd Arthur. It was quite a climb, it took us over an hour to reach the summit of Carn Bica…and there it was: the small oval shaped stone circle of Bedd Arthur! I was so excited, and the sun came out for a short while to celebrate too. We stood in the middle of the stone circle taking in the spectacular views. I felt light, happy and serene. 1 Taken from ‘Geneth Ifanc’ (A Young Girl) by Waldo Williams, first published in ‘Dail Pren’, Gwasg Gomer, in 1956; believed to have been written in 1947. These two lines have been translated by Alan Llwyd (2010) as: ‘And there the infinite sky was deeper/And its blue with a deeper blue instilled’. 6 Carn Bica is a rock outcrop overlooking Bedd Arthur. There were some small loose stones, so we decided to choose a stone each. Ian and Aron didn’t hesitate, they quickly chose their stones and were ready for the descent. Time stood still for a while for me, and it felt as though I was choosing the holy grail – so I chose the smallest and least significant of the stones that caught my eye in a small crack between bigger stones. We then started our descent. And then the atmosphere changed, we all sensed it. 7 The sky started to look heavy and full of rain, and it felt quite eerie. Aron was tired, and kept flopping down to the floor and said he just wanted to get back quickly (even though he was stalling). He then said that he could see people who looked ‘like Indians’. When he described them, they were wearing black hats, suits, and had their hair tied back in a pony tail. He said that an Indian would appear, and then he’d think it was just a stone. I didn’t see the ‘Indians’, but I definitely sensed a presence. Ian was marching ahead with an urgency to avoid the rain. As soon as we got to the car the rain started to pour down: we were just in time. I ‘knew’ that this climb had opened a door inside me and I felt the connection. My stone was the only ‘spotted dolerite’ specimen of the three stones – when split it resembled the universe, or the brightest starry night. 8 The pattern, the circle of life, the stone circle: the beginning and end, day and night, birth and death – opposite poles which are the same. A beginning is an end; an end is a beginning. We reached the summit of the mountain, we reached our goal, there was sunlight and it was beautiful, and then we were shown that there is more: more than the breathtaking views, more than the eye can see, there is a darker side, which is also ‘light’ – a spiritual ‘other’ world. A few months later I read the following paragraph in a book about Preseli Bluestone by Simon and Sue Lilly: “If one were to try to sum up the ‘virtue’ of Preseli Bluestone in one phrase, one could say that it anchors body, mind and spirit in an expanded horizon of awareness. It is as if we had finally conquered a mountain to discover it was, in reality, only a false summit beyond which the view expands in a sequence of breathtaking ways that allow us to take in views and make connections between things that were previously out of common sight. The more one looks, the more complete, but also the more complex, the patterns become.