In the Mound Lines.
It has been a beautiful late summer’s day today so I thought I would make a visit to the Reigate Heath mounds close to where I live. I’ve been meaning to do this for some time. The significance of mounds is unclear at the moment but they do appear to have meaning. I decided to use Shank’s Pony and ended up walking a long way there and back but the journey was worth while as all sorts turned up along the way. ‘Life is not about the destination. It’s about the journey’ type of thing. I’m not 100 % convinced about that but it’s been a hell of a ride.
The first weird thing to show itself.
A Teddy Bear banging a drum.
Then I entered the ‘Cure for Wellness’. I very rarely have to go a long way. Jenny and I have a ‘Saturday at the Movies’ ritual and it has become apparent that we interact with the movies somehow and are characters in the films. Which is weird.
One of the movies we’ve watched is A Cure for Wellness. And like Hotel California you never leave. No one ever gets better.
From Wiki :
‘Lockhart, an executive at a financial services firm in New York City, is sent by the board of directors to retrieve CEO Roland Pembroke, who had abruptly decided to stay at a “wellness center” in the Swiss Alps. At the spa, Lockhart is met with resistance by the staff and Dr. Heinreich Volmer in attempting to speak with Pembroke.
Lockhart leaves, but is involved in a car accident and awakens at the center – supposedly three days later – with his leg in a plaster cast. In spite of the horrendous accident, both he and the driver suffer only minor injuries. Lockhart meets a mysterious young girl named Hannah who, among others, doses herself with a mysterious fluid from small, cobalt-colored bottles.’
The Health Club and Spa.
Luckily enough I managed to escape the clutches of ‘A Cure for Wellness’ and continued my journey and passed the murals on the walls of the tunnel. Something along those lines.
Give me DAT ding.
And a Yurt.
Head This Way.
The Merrie Garden. And there was more but just giving a flavour.
Eventually I reached my destination – Reigate Heath – and then had to work out where the mounds were. There is a permissive horse riding policy on Reigate Heath.
There are meant to be seven mounds or tumuli as they are described on the map in the woods. It would seem to be where the bodies are buried which follows a recent pattern. Dig It All up. It is described as a Cairn Cemetary by the Modern Antiquarian :
‘This site is easily found and well worth checking out, for all those close to South London and have a car, to find the best examples of possible Bronze Age barrows as close to London as you may find (the next being possibly Croham Hurst in South Croydon).
Take the A25 route from Reigate to Dorking and less than 1km from the town centre you will easily see a turn off into the Heath down Flanchford Road – you can park in a dedicated car park a few hundred yards down. Cross the road and heading NE, you are on the heathland and upon the first of the tumuli that are marked on the nearby council information board – though it is very difficult to discern from the rest of the increasingly undulating landscape that unfolds the further you walk on…
Carry on up the main path and into the trees and take your guess and use your instincts as to where exactly the other tumuli might be – despite the claim to there being seven barrows here!’
The area is very overgrown and I only managed to find two mounds for definite. There’s 2 Of Everything. It may be better in February to find other mounds but it’s cold in February.
As Above, So Below.
And the reason why the title of the article is ‘The Windmills Of Your Mound’. The barrows or mounds are close to the Windmill Church which is on Reigate Heath as well.
From ‘An Unexpected Journey’.
After I finished at the mounds I went off the beaten track even more. In the fields. Recently I’ve found myself entering the Bluebell Field and the Field of Gold and today it was a Cornfield.
We seem to be in a strange and surreal mix of 5D Heaven and 3D Hell at present and neither seem real. I’m not sure exactly what the true truth is but think it’s safe to say this reality isn’t.
They’re still turning.