Akashic Field Trips #3
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Over the past fourteen years I’ve been slowly building out the narrative of the Spirit dimensions of this developing relationship with my wife, Anna Oksanen. I recently came across a reference to Loch Ness, a site that played a very important role in that development, and that got me thinking. I realized that I had never actually recounted the details of our Loch Ness Love Encounter (as I will refer to it in this post and perhaps hereafter).
So, in the Golden Light of Grace and for the Highest Good of all beings, I offer that story here now in March 2025, fourteen years after the fact. The details of this particular story also help me to dive a bit deeper into my presentation regarding how I see my Akashic Field Trips unfolding throughout my life. So now I give you my Akashic Field Trip post #3.
This is Gabriel Hartley, and you are about to hear episode #65 of my Soul Planet Channel on the 26th day of March 2025. Today’s episode is entitled “Loch Ness Encounters: Aleister Crowley, Jimmy Page, Anna, and Me.”
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On the 15th of December in 2011 Anna and I went on a magical journey with our friend Cris during our time off from the Findhorn Experience Week sessions that we were attending. We had no particular goal on that afternoon other than to drive around the perimeter of Loch Ness as part of what we have since come to call our Akashic Field Trips. We had faith that we were in for some spectacular experiences, but what turned out in retrospect to be one of the primary experiences on this Loch Ness journey was our visit to what we would only years later discover was the Boleskine Burial Ground, a picturesque little graveyard on the southern shore of the loch and just downhill from the Boleskine House. What we would also discover in retrospect was that the house above the cemetery was the famous mansion once owned my the magician Aleister Crowley and later by the Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page, a magician in his own right, as it turns out.
I do not believe in accidents or coincidences, especially concerning such charged locations as the Boleskin House and the Burial Ground below it. But only in some later post will I get to some initial hypotheses concerning the larger cosmic purpose of this unexpected experience. For today I simply want to provide a sense of what we experienced in the moment, completely ignorant of the larger implications of this mysterious and magical crossing of paths.
Of course, the legend of the Loch Ness Monster reigns over the newcomer’s connection to the loch itself, although that mythical figure did not reveal itself to us on that particular day. The magic of the lake loomed large throughout our journey. On the morning of the 10th of December, which was the day when Anna and I first met, I had driven along the northern edge of Loch Ness after having circumnavigated Loch Eil of Harry Potter fame. Our first glimpse of Loch Ness together came as we arrivedon that day at the easternmost tip on the lake’s south shore at Loch Ness Beach, pictured here:
Anna, as it turns out, had driven her car by land and sea from her home in Finland to northern Scotland, so we were lucky enough to be able to explore on our own as we pleased. This proved to be our first drive of many together as we would drive along following the paths that called out to us along our way. This was our own version of the Surrealists’ “flâneuristic” ramblings along the streets of Paris in their “automatic” walking into the quotidian mysteries that might present themselves. On this day we found ourselves inspired a few different times to pull over to the side of the road and get out of the car in order to explore the energetic and spiritual resonances of various spots along the B852 highway along the southern shore of Loch Ness.
Some of the spots appeared very nondescript to the eye but glowed in an etheric resonance that invited us over to explore. We would spend fifteen minutes or so at each such spot, just taking in the energies that revealed themselves to us along the way.
The one spot that was, however, far from nondescript was the little cemetery on the lake shore that we now know is the Boleskine Burial Ground. We spent at least twenty minutes exploring the graveyard, captured by the power of the place as well as its obvious historical significance. We did not yet know that the small ruin that called to me and Anna as Cris explored other spots on her own was a medieval church, now a place of legend as a site of magical rites and necromantic mysteries of the past.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I am trying to be a little more mindful about being sure to offer words of caution regarding engaging interdimensional beings and energies without proper grounding or, as Monitor puts it, Psychic Hygiene. And many stories about people’s experiences of the energies of the Boleskine grounds illustrate how we might come across troubling spirits along the way.
What I can say now, nevertheless, is that these were not the energies that I was picking up on. I was sensing the sacredness that ancient peoples of the area had discovered there long before we had arrived on that December afternoon, and long before Crowley and Page had arrived there. This has become a continual feature of my Akashic Field Trip and Spirit Journeys into sacred spaces. What I tend to tap into is the far more ancient energy complex that lured people of the past to celebrate such spots in the first place. Churches are not built randomly but follow a more or less conscious understanding of the geomantic sacred power of such spots. The consecration and/or desecration of such spots due to various ritual activities only develop later as very different energetic overlays of the place’s initial spirit register. And this, I could tell, was true of this ancient ruined church.
What I did find, among all of the other energetic fields that I was encountering there, was a deep spiritual connection between Anna and myself. This connection had, of course, been a constant feature of our Findhorn connection which preceded even our first meeting in person following my experience on the day before we met, when the High Self message to me at Glastonbury Tor on the 9th of December revealed that I would meet the love of my life at Findhorn on the following day. But even with all of the natural predestined attraction to one another that we had felt throughout the week, the sense of connection proved far stronger inside the walls of the little medieval church ruin.
The overwhelming sense of magic continued as we went along our way after leaving the Boleskine Burial Ground. The little highway winds around high up on the mountains above Loch Ness and runs through the wild roaming grounds of the region’s roe deer population. Just as on the night of my drive through Glen Coe is the blizzard of the night of the 9th of December (more on that at some other time), the roe deer had a habit of standing magestically on hilltops and along the sides of the highway, as if they knew how glorious they appeared to us mere mortals as we oursleves passed through this enchanted land.
We dropped down from the mountain heights to the southern tip of Loch Ness at Ft. Augustus where we had a wonderful dinner of fish and chips and a pint before driving along the northern shore of Loch Ness back to Findhorn. The magical connection between Anna and me deepened into a sense of pure wonder and ecstasy as we continued on through the night.
As I have suggested above, I am looking forward to exploring more deeply Crowley and Page’s experiences at the Boleskine House. I believe that I will have a lot to discover as I undergo such an investigation. But for the moment, I will leave that all for a future date and close my exploration of my own more private experience now.
The narrator in the following YouTube video takes us on a wonderful tour of the Boleskine Burial Ground. Enjoy!
Boleskine House Wikipedia Page
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boleskine_House
The Boleskine Burial Ground
https://southlochnessheritage.co.uk/boleskine-burial-ground/
From notes on the movie The Song Remains the Same and Jimmy Page:
In the movie The Song Remains the Same Jimmy Page is filmed sitting by a lake next to his 18th century manor at Plumpton, East Sussex, playing a hurdy-gurdy. The tune played is called "Autumn Lake" and the scene was filmed in October 1973. Page's fantasy role involved climbing up the face of a snow-capped mountain near Boleskine House, Loch Ness during the nights of a full moon on December 10 and 11, 1973. The act was meant to show Page on a quest of self-enlightenment, and deep understanding, by seeking out the Hermit, a character featured in many Tarot packs. The mythological Hermit is seen on the summit of the mountain; Staff of Wisdom in one hand, and in the other, the Lantern of Knowledge held out abreast over the world below. Being a Threshold Guardian, he represents an obstacle the seeker must overcome to achieve true enlightenment. At the culmination of Page's quest, he reaches out to touch The Hermit, only to discover paradoxically that the Hermit is himself. The Hermit features on the artwork of the untitled fourth album. The thematic music is "Dazed and Confused."
https://archive.org/details/LedZeppelinTheSongRemainsTheSame-Film1976
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