secret dolmen…

promoter in dublin took us out after midnight to secret(at least to foreigners) dolmen outside of dublin. rocks were full of quartz, feldspar and pyrite, and glittered in the moonlight. we had to cross rails, fences, a stream and then walk a glittering path(more quartz, feldspar, and pyrite in the soil) through the woods. recorded some video and placed mic’s on the stones and in the air near a bush with small white flowers. it was an amazing night, couldn’t sleep afterwords. have not had a chance to examine audio or video. will let you know if anything interesting shows up or doesn’t. drcalbion

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About drcarlsonalbion

Musician in band earth. Folklore/History/Occult enthusiast, especially about British Isles.
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11 Responses to secret dolmen…

  1. Angelina Baldoz says:

    Sounds Amazing! Missing you in Seattle!

  2. Aen says:

    Can’t wait to hear the results.
    We need more magic in our lives.

  3. Leonardo F. says:

    Wonderful I wanted to be there, I understand your enthusiasm Dylan. Myself and my friends two years ago we traveled along the Apulia my region in search of Dolmens in the hot month of July, thanks to a good idea of my friend Giuseppe who made me discover the Earth.The experience was exciting especially find a dolmen in the midst of acres cultivated with olive trees, certainly nothing to do with the giant and brilliant British and Irish dolmen. The only disappointment was finding many of these sites in a State of decay due to urbanization and the carelessness of man. It is interesting to read that The Puglia (Southern Italy) is the only region of Peninsular Italy where the dolmen are widespread and numerous. I’ll see you tomorrow at Parma take care Friend.

  4. John Heeley says:

    Dear Dr.Carlson,

    I’m very much enjoying your observations and ruminations of the hidden history of our land here, and thought you might be interested in an experience I had around ten years ago. I relayed it some time ago elsewhere and ask that you please excuse it’s being relayed in fayke Olde Englysh for entertainment value. It is, however, true – to me – or as true as such things can be.

    After walkinge many an houre through the faire fields of Oxfordshire duringe highe midsummere a few years past, I tooke it upon myself to spende the nighte in a copse, many of which are scatterede throughout the lande, in fact throughout merry olde Englande itself. Upon entereing this little woode, I had a chance encountre with some badgres; real badgres they were, as of the Earwickre avatare. How they surprised me, walking along in the darke as I was, with their biggre than expected syze and theire qwyte ferociouse growlle. Ye woulde not fuck with the badgres, lemme tellye. Bit I digresse.

    In the woode, I found for myselfe a fine spotte and sat downe to drinke of my watre and rolle my splyffe. I shall not qualifye what I am about to tell ye, I shall just tell ye.

    Above me on the branches of the tree I sat beneath were two or perhaps three small sirs. Cheekye faces had they, and they viewed me with amusemente, for I was notte of theire kynde, by which I mean notte that I was a woodlande sprite, but that I was not of the Oxfordshire country kynde, and this they did knowe. With myrthe did they considre this strangre from Old London Towne, who had taken it upon hymselfe to wander the fields of a lande he knew notte aftre attending a wylde squatte partye out in the myddle of naywhare, at whych was imbibed much ecstacia, ketamyne and other such powdyrs and potiones. And the parytye was the nyte before this one, and the travellre which was myselfe had wandredde a full day arounde and arounde the countryside, stoppinge occasionallye to roll up duibys and hyde from the helycoptere that scoured the skye, for quite paranoide was I of bothe coppes and wierde Oxfordshire nazis from the neighbouring vyllage of Hungerforde, a nationalist stronghold, don’cha knowe. And it had been very sunnye, so I had quite cookd my brayne.

    I conversede withe these folke on the branches above my heade, for I felt like a strangere in their midst, but I was buggerede if I was goinge anywhere, I was fuckde. I askede them if they woulde mynde if I spente the night in their woodlande, for come the morrowe I woulde be uppe and on my merry waye backe oute of the woodlande and backe to the cittie, and woulde be gratefule if they would indulge me some sheltre in theire wyldwoode for the nyte. I took it they complyde with my requeste, for I was left alone for a peacefulle evening’s reste.

    Peacefulle it was, but oh,my friends, so strange it was. Little can stirre the soulle more thane a nighte in a dark woode. Notte, howevre, in a scarye wayye; no. In a beautifulle, wondrous waye, for the movemente of lightte from the moonne is so subtle the wayye it changes the surroundinges, t’was verily lyke as to being surrounded by silente cars, their headlightse gentlye beaming arounde over the trees and foliage arounde me. But I was far from any roade. T’was but the moonlightte. And ovre the way, perhaps tenne foot from where I satte, did open up on a wide tree trunke the faice of a manne, but he was notte present with me as had been the cheekye green sprites of the forest; no. This was the imprinte of a long deade ownere of this lande, a mediavale Baronne. His faice and heade appeared large and wide upon the tree, I sawe his faice and heade and haire, and I sweare that before me his face changed right thenne and there to a skulle, his eyes sinking into his faice. He was the ownre of the landde, by ryte of conqueste, for warlyke was his appearance. He was the Baronne, and this was the case whethere he be deade, which he was, or he be living, which he was notte. A skulle he became, albeit a strong one. And I tell ye I felt no feare, for I had already agreed my staye in the foreste with the forest dwellers, whose home this was, and I was just being tolde who to give respecte to, beyonde the little folke who dwelte withine the greenwoode. And so respect I did give.

    Behinde these trees whereupon the faice now receded was a great flatte stone walle, I could see risinge up behind the trees into the darkness. I could see with mine eyes the top of the walle, behinde the trees, rysinge into the darknesse. It had not occured to me that I had made my reste in a copse beside a castle, but nowe it semed I had indeede. And the comings and goings of the lightte as I have descrybde became to my mynde the comings and goings of traffick to and from the castle, for perhaps some laite nyte ball or somesuch evente of the rych and powerful noblemenne was tayking place therein. And feeling not as far away from anyone nor anythynge that we would calle Earthly as in fact I actually was, I passed away into a blissfulle rest. I have oftene wondered what creatures of the nyte might have come to snyffe at mye partyde out wrecke of a bodye that nyte.

    And so to a beautifulle dawne did I awake, and crawlede out of the copse, and sit did I beside it on the edge of a brown fielde, with a red sun eyeinge me from lowe in the morning skye. And as you maye have guessed, there was no castle. The copse was indeede alone and surrounded by nothynge but fieldes, wherein did live some aggressive badgres.

    But what is in deed need not be so by nite, should a travellere fynde himselfe sunstrucke and stonede out of his gourde, and in the companye of the mischevious folke of the woodlandes of merry olde Englande. For do not the wyse men of the east telle, that what is realle and what dwells in the imagininge mynde are indistincte? One and the same, in deed. The folkse I mette and things I encountred that faytefull nite were notte in this worlde, perhaps. But only in so much as we can say that, my friends, neither was I.

    Best wishes sir, and happy travelling.

    John Heeley,
    Cleveland (a place no longer named),
    England

  5. kevinpbooth says:

    very cool would like to see that

  6. obsidian says:

    my friend rob comes from alderley edge. the place has a very unique feeling to it especially in the late night / early morning. i’m not sure why but it definitely does. did you not have the chance to visit when you played in manchester? it’s nearby!

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