As I stepped off the bus in Glastonbury, England I suddenly became a monk once more, dressed in a long brown robe with a swinging rope belt, which surprised me. I'd had a recurring dream for eons where I would be running into a castle shouting, "Morgause! Morgause! And always assumed I was a woman, goddess type during those times. As I climbed the Tor I saw that there had once been a circular pathway to the ruins at the top. As my spirit felt the telluric energy of this upflow vortex I immediately connected with Archangel Michael who had appeared to me once before in Jerusalem. I could feel the connection between Heaven and Earth and sat to meditate to enjoy the tremendous uplifting spiritual power. I then walked to the Abbey itself. It was mostly in ruins, but this Glastonbury site had been sacred Goddess land from before Neolithic times, so I should be able to feel, hear, and know past realities, I thought, as I walked about, feeling ‘present’. As I stepped out of the Abbey arches and walked toward the central green, I saw a marker that stated, “King Arthur lies buried here.” I immediately felt like kneeling down, and as I did so I had a vision. I knew without a doubt that it was King Arthur. He had a broad face with a dark complexion. A mass of curly brown hair framed his face and the crown on his head held three lion-like red dragons. His cloak was a gray, heavy, linen-type weave. Then suddenly I began to sob; and soon realized that they were not my tears that I was releasing. They were Guinevere’s! She had at some point left them here.

Later, I discovered that a grave had been found under an ancient oak at this spot in 1191 A.D. In the grave, a small cross was found that stated King Arthur and his second wife, Guinevere, lay buried here on the Isle of Avalon. In 1278, King Edward I reburied the skeletons in a black marble tomb that survived until 1539 when King Henry VIII, bent on destroying monasteries and abbeys, also destroyed this abbey and many of the tombs. The Arthurian era was a pivotal one on Earth; there was a war going on between the Light and dark forces then! Arthur and his valiant legions of Light, tried their best, but it was not good enough. The darkness eventually prevailed for many centuries.

I am a connector to the angelic and devic realms, and when I walked about, I suddenly became connected to many fairies in and around the trees. I then heard on the inner, clairvoyantly, that many priestesses of Avalon had crossed over into the fairy realm during the dark Christian times after King Arthur’s reign. That insight explained why I had seen so many fairies that looked human.

The next day I walked to Wearyall Hill, where the thorn tree, Cartages Syracuse, grows. Legend states that it was brought here from Palestine. Again, I saw a vision emblazoned by the light of my soul to my inner eye. This time there were people coming onto shore from a boat, all weary from traveling a great distance. I knew that it was Joseph, husband of Jesus’ mother Mary. And there were three others in the boat, one a woman. What I saw next is that Morgana of England, who was connected to King Arthur’s court, had a child by him and was alleged to be his first wife, is a reincarnation of Mary Magdalene. And what feels significant is that a priestess of ancient Palestine was now residing in the new land called England, and future generations of English kings and queens would be part of this sacred lineage, ending with Queen Elizabeth I. I also saw that the heirs of this lineage would reincarnate in Canada later, and many would become spiritual teachers, tarot readers, and herbalists. England, 2000 years ago, was also inhabited by Druids who worshiped the Goddess near stone circles and places like Glastonbury. This is where they accessed stellar and cosmic power for the enhancement of themselves, Earth and all the people.

As I stepped outside the spacious Abbey Green and watched the winter sun setting over Glastonbury, time flashed through me, and I shivered as the cool February evening manifested.

 I took a cab back to the bed and breakfast I was staying at, ate my piece of scrumptious apple pie from the pastry shoppe in town, and snuggled down under the white down comforter and dreamed this night of blue lights emanating from the Tor, which was only a stone’s throw away from my stunning bay bedroom window. Ahhh, mystical Avalon. What a sight! I was thrilled that my spirit had drawn me to this portal of Light and that I had reconnected with who I was in Avalon and at Glastonbury, so many moons ago.