A Project for Life

The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey

I just got back from a week’s holiday. I didn’t go far. Just 50-80km south and east of Brno into the Morava river valley and an area of small mountains called the Chriby. The intent was to combine a bit of Slavic history with some wine and wellness. I cam back fully engaged in what may be a life time project.

See, initially, I went to Mikulčice. This is the site of a major Slavic fort from the 900-1000 time period that I had started mapping energy lines across. I wanted to fill in the gaps of what is a very complex array of lines in a small area. If you want to stay abreast of this, please do visit the blog at www.earthenergybrno.com where I tend to write detailed accounts. I had a really great day virtually alone there in the end because the tornado had torn a path…

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Earth energy Lines and Life

So, it’s a holiday again today so I got up early and went off to map the line that goes across the city center. I figured there would be fewer people around and I was right! This line passes by Petrov, the Cathederal of Sts. Peter and Paul, in the city center and then diagonally across the Vegetable Market square. I picked the line up there this morning and tracked it across to Minoritska and through the church of John the Baptist and John the Evangelist there.

That is interesting as that church is built on the site of a very old church built by the Minorite Order ( Lesser Brothers (Minorites) of the Order of St. Francis of Assisi) around 1220-1240. This church is part of a complex that includes a monastery and another chapel. It is essentially the oldest church in Brno and now serves as the city parish church meaning that it is active for worship and prayer.

The energy line runs through the door!
Other Entrance – That Cherubim Always Seems to be Around

From there, I followed the line as it headed towards Brno Židenenice which was likely established also in the early 1200’s. Žide is Czech for Jew so I am guessing that this may have been named for its original inhabitants and there was a large Jewish cemetery there at one time. These days, the entire area is run down and very industrial. It has a reputation (and reality) of being occupied by gypsies and is being re-gentrified. At the beginning of the 1900’s it must have been a well-to-do area though given the architecture of some of the run down buildings there.

I followed the line street to street until finally I arrived at another church. This time, the line cut across the front of the church (essentially along the church wall). Fittingly, the church is dedicated to the St.s Cyril and Methodius (whose Saint day was yesterday and a national holiday). These are the chaps who came to Moravia at the request of the Prince Rastislav and who translated the scriptures into Slavonic in the 900’s. This church was built in 1910 to serve the rapidly growing population of the then very prosperous industrial city of Brno.

Unfortunately, this is where I had to stop as the area behind the church where the line seems to run is a huge industrial area that is all being demolished. Rather, I will take my car the other side one evening and try to pick up the line on the other side.

What also interested me is that this line passes through or very close to a large number of hospitals. Yesterday, I noted that the line I was following passed by or through a large number of schools. I wonder what that means? I may end up calling the lines something like the hospital line, school line and Park line! We will see.

Yet another thing that struck me is that the lines take me to places I have been in my past. They pass close by every home I have lived in in Brno and yesterday, I found myself passing a private clinic I had had a vein operation at a decade ago and never seen since. Today, I smiled as I past places I used to frequent but haven’t been to in 8-10 years. I kept getting a feeling that a great deal of important events have taken place in my life close by energy lines I didn’t know were there.

Finally, you also see a few interesting architectural designs and things in Brno close to the lines. Like this, for example.

Serpent Power anyone???

Earth Energy Lines – Thoughts

I spent several happy hours today following a line north from the Castle through Brno for over 12km. Along the way, I noticed a few things that may or may not be valid and of interest. Here they are.

  1. The line passes through a lot of basic schools even seemingly turning to do that,
  2. The line also passes through a lot of kid’s playgrounds,
  3. When it passes through houses, they quite often appear to be decorated with figures. In one instance, I guessed where the line was just by seeing a house that looked very decorative.

This particular line is quite strong and the dowsing rods made aggressive swings when it was encountered unlike the more gentle nature of the other two lines.

Interestingly enough, at one point, a man getting out of his car asked me what I was doing. I told him in english and he told me that another person with dowsing rods had told him an energy line went through his home. I asked which home was his and confirmed that it did. This is very intriguing.

Here are a few photos of decorated homes, schools and other things I found in the energy line today….

The line also passes through the home of Thomas Graumann who as a child was rescued from the Nazi’s by Sir Nicolas Winton.

The map above shows my progress to dat. The line I was mapping today is shown in light green.

Giving NHS Workers the Clap

A very good article by Peter Whitaker…

Peter C Whitaker

I remember it well, most people do, but how many actually understood that what they were doing was shallow and meaningless? The idea was simple, everyone stands outside their door at 8pm every Thursday and applaud the NHS heroes as Britain went into its first lockdown. It was a gesture and nothing more. The idea originated with Annemarie Plas, a Dutch national living in London, who started it to as a ‘clap for carers’ event. It quickly broadened to include other key workers, but NHS staff became, and remained, the focal point for many participants.

I never observed this superficial act. It just seemed divisive and simply a means of getting people to do the least possible while feeling good about it. They call it virtual signalling. Politicians were quick to jump on the bandwagon. Well, why not? Everyone appeared to feel like they were doing something significant when they…

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Brno’s Earth Energy Lines

I have done some further analysis on the two lines That I measured throughout a day. I measured the movement of the two E-W alignments where they are within 30 m of each other down my street. To my utter amazement, the two lines move virtually in synch with each other! As you can see below in my hand drawn and rough graphs, the difference is negligible.

Looking at the classification of lines by Rory Duff, these are Type 3 sound lines. According to him, I am not picking up what should be a whole bunch of other lines of different types but for now, I’d rather not. I’d like to complete mapping these lines through the city and see if there are others. Then and only then, shall I look for other lines…..

Tracking Earth Energy Lines Across Brno

I have transferred my data to date to a Google map and honestly, it doesn’t look like much but this is literally hours of work and many kilometers of walking. I have found three lines so far and since I started around the Castle, I am sure there are more of this type yet to be found that do not pass by the castle.

So far as I can tell the only place the lines cross is at the castle but I have so much more work to do.

I am a bit puzzled as to why the lines sometimes make abrupt turns. Certainly in the case of the green line, the kink was very tight and it really seemed related to recent construction work – which the line would have passed through but instead took a detour around it.

I checked very carefully the 90 degree bend in the blue line. I wanted to be sure I was mapping the same line and that there were no crossing lines that I was tracking instead. So far, it checks out as a very tight turn. Why?I have no idea.

What is it that I am mapping? Again, I don’t honestly know. I pick these up dowsing and they have a thickness of 4-7m. Anyone?

It isn’t just me who can pick them up. Three others that I took to a couple of locations and then let them dowse also found the same dowsing response as I…..

The Shaman

My entire adventure that was responsible for the creation of this site, the three books on the magic of connecting with the land, and the idea of trying to find people to join me, all came from a strange meeting with a Shaman just around the corner from me. Over the next few months, I found signs of his activities in a couple of locations near where I live that culminated in a message left on a fence with the remnants of his stones….

As I entered the triangular space, my eyes caught sight of a rucksack. At first I thought someone must have left it there by mistake and so I started towards it. As I got closer though I realized it was open and filled with what appeared to be stones and sticks, and bones. I recoiled a bit and that is when I saw what I thought was a skeletal figure laid down by the bag. Made of stones, sticks and bones, the skeletal figure shocked me and sent a chill down my neck. Even Rocky, my cocky and well spoiled, small, Prague Ratter, jumped. I looked around to see who was the author of this skeletal arrangement but saw nothing or no one. Yet my interest was aroused. What was it? What was its purpose? I sensed that magic was afoot. I also felt like an intruder and with respect for the practioner, I stepped back and examined the arrangement from afar while ensuring Rocky didn’t pee in the vicinity of the skeleton.
 
At some point, my interest was overcome by a sense of fear. What was this? Had I stumbled onto something dark and nefarious? I immediately took a few small steps to protect myself and, surrounded now in my mind by some nice glowing and hopefully protective light, I pulled on the dog leash to leave. Rocky also seemed to have taken steps to protect himself and was also keen to leave pulling me off into the pathway. It was then that I saw a dark figure jogging towards us. Where he come from I could not tell but he didn’t give me a feeling of wishing me well. So much so that I grasped the keys in my pocket pushing one through my fingers just in case self-defense was required.  Instead, he jogged past me as if I and Rocky were not there and as he passed I heard his mumblings almost as if he were talking to himself. Being alone in the dark with a madman who was talking to himself after finding what looked like a symbolic skeleton was enough for me and I pulled Rocky and set off apace.
 
Despite that, as I put distance between me and the man, I started to feel the curiosity come back. What was he doing? So, I took a different route to that planned and within a couple of minutes I was passing along my street a couple of meters above his position with a partial view through the trees. I stood, in awe watching the man. He had a little drum thingy in one hand which he held close to his head while thumping a beat on it and was chanting to it. I could not make out what he was saying but noted he was engaged in a little dance as well. A shaman! I had stumbled on a shaman and was now watching something of a ritual. I wanted to watch more but he looked up and straight at me without missing a beat or a word. Somehow the fact he knew I was there made me feel afraid. I had no idea what he was up to. A skeleton? Was he raising the dead? Was one thought that raced through my mind. Once again, I tugged on the dog leash and started for home. Once home, I immediately regretted that once again fear had overwhelmed curiosity. Yet, the fear was still with me. He had seen me. Might he be angry? Did who know who I was? All of these and other questions raced through my mind and I ended up sleeping fitfully and with many deep and dark dreams.
 
The next day, I re-visited the spot I had seen the man the night before. Me and Rocky together. The skeleton was gone along with the rucksack and I felt a surge of disappointment. But an inspection of the broader area revealed several clues. First of all, there was a large gray rock in the grass and on it was the end of a cigar. By the rock was a burned patch of grass and the burned remains of some flowers – stalks one end and petals the other. They were dark red roses and these and some other flowers remained. To me, they looked as if they came from a cemetery. Close to that was a shiny small black pebble. I had kicked it accidentally as I walked but there could be no doubt that it had been placed in a deliberately hammered location so that it wouldn’t move. I carefully returned it with my foot. Rocky and I set off on the rest of our walk. I had lots to think about. What was he doing? Why had he burned flowers? And a host of similar questions.
 
Another thing I noticed right away were the Crows. There were tens, if not hundreds, of Crows around the spot. I had never seen so many of these big black birds around the Castle. The Crows remained through the following weeks. For several days, I had a strange feeling that I had stumbled on something best not seen. But what had I actually seen?

Excerpt from Chasing the Shaman – book 1
Book 2 – Chasing Dragons in Moravia
Book 3 – Chasing the Goddess