"The Tibetans have come," Joyce said to me one day, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "They have come to Pomeia, just up the road from my house in Tuscany. They are setting up a Buddhist Monastery." She asked me to map dowse the area, which I did. "Your house is on a double 64-bar line," I said, "and it connects to your new Buddhist neighbours. There are few places in the world on a double-64. I'd better come down and look at it all." Our Italian company was having its A.G.M. which I was to attend, so I was able to spend the weekend before the meeting down there. I flew out of a cloudy, grey and damp London to a cloudy, grey and damp Pisa. Joyce met me. Firstly we went to Pisa Cathedral. I wanted to check that it was functioning as I had left it the previous autumn. It was. However, in the Cathedral as we were wandering around, we were looking again at the black and white symbols on the floor. One was thus: (*illustration) For some reason we were drawn to it. It was very charged up It was the only one where I got a reaction on the outside square. It was one of perhaps 50. Joyce with her particular way of seeing things, said, "There is something going on in this one." I tried to enter it and found myself somehow dislocated each time I tried to go in. It was as if one were suddenly dizzy. I made three efforts and finally burst into the centre circle. It contained the 7 circles. Joyce joined me. "What's all this about?" she asked. "I think I know," I said, "and it's why I wanted to come to the Cathedral first. We must have this 7 circle moved up to your house (about 40 kilometres away). I'll tell you why in a minute. Please join in an invocation and visualisation with me to get it shifted." We did it and it was dispersed.

I should add in this context, that according to my map dowsing, the line on Joyce's property was from Siena Cathedral to Pisa Cathedral, so we were sending the 7 circles up the line, as it were. When I had map dowsed her property and found it to be on a double 64-bar line, this had struck me forcibly as having some significance. The other places where I had found it were between the pyramids of Cheops and Kefren, between the Citadel of David and the Shrine of the Book at Jerusalem, and along the Dragon Line of England. As I also dowsed that the double-line was only in the immediate vicinity of Joyce's property, and elsewhere continued as a single 64-bar line, what could be the significance of Joyce, Tibetan Buddhists and our association with her? Then it came to me. Of course, Mount Pamir was the terminal for this line. Mount Pamir, in the Himalayas, was the Mount Meru of the Buddhists, from which the Sacred Knowledge flowed, and where the 33 gods of the Buddhist Tantric system dwelt. I had often wanted to conduct a long range operation to cut off the Ahrimanic influences from that mountain which flowed into the ley-system, but I was always told 'not yet'. I remembered that the time was quoted by the Elohim as the Spring of 1978. I enquired of Chloe if the operation had to be carried out in Pomeia during the visit, and was told "Yes". I discussed this with David and he agreed to join in at 11.00 pm on Saturday, 6th May, 1978.

Earlier that week, he and I had conducted some apparently interesting experiments. Ever since he had sent me the 7 circles as a result of the projection of the triple-line from Beckenham to Brighton, and we had learned how to use the 7 circles without using any artefact, we had simply used it in this way. The weekend before, however, he had come to stay at Brighton, and we had been discussing the Radive experiments in recording spirit voices out of nowhere and I had idly switched on the tape recorder to see if we could get anything. I played the tape back and there was nothing. I dowsed around the room and said to David that the operational lines we had been working on from the 7 circles all seemed bigger. When we switched off the tape they returned to 'normal'. I didn't think too much of this but David seized on it and pointed out to me later that week that I had unwittingly demonstrated something of vital importance. Whereas we had shown over a year before, to our own satisfaction, that a sequence of symbols could be recorded on tape and replayed so that they were dowsable around the recorder, it now appeared that recording in the presence of a line affected that line when the recording was replayed.

David phoned me to give me some indication of this and, before telling me the whole story, asked me to take part in some further experiments. He asked me to dowse again the line that was coming from him in Beckenham to me in Brighton. It had started its life as a triple, then after Glastonbury I had noted it to have become a 32-bar line, although neither of us could give a reason. In order to check that it was the same line, David had run an earlier test to boost it to a 64-bar line which I had dowsed and which had satisfied us as to its provenance. He had done this by invocation. When I had checked this again at his request, it was a double 64-bar line with a single line on either side of each 64. He asked me to check again and it had become a triple 64, each with a single line on either side. I reported this to him, remarking that the only other place I had found such a phenomenon was when I had done a survey of the U.S. Air Base at Torrejon, Madrid, where nuclear weapons were stored. The combination of lines converging on what I took to be the nuclear arsenal had this single line on either side. "Anyway, what were you doing?" I asked. He told me that he had recorded a blank tape on the 64-bar line and replayed it. This had doubled it up. He had then played another similarly recorded tape, which had been the apparent cause of tripling it. We did not know what this meant, but once again I felt we had made another fundamentally important discovery, which we would doubtless come to understand later.

Anyway, there we were, Joyce and I, on our way to her property in Pomeia in Tuscany. We arrived in the early evening. She lived in a modernised farmhouse with a great sweeping view of the Tuscan hills. The first thing I set out to do was check out whether the map dowsing of the double 64 was correct. On the way in we had passed the Buddhist monastery and I picked up that the lines were certainly passing through it. I took the angle. Joyce's house had a 64-bar line at either end of the rectangular shape. The house faced east-west. Thus far the map dowsing had again shown itself to be correct. I went looking for the 7 circles. Eventually I found them, superimposed over a triangular table at which she wrote her books. Neither line passed through the circles. 11.00 p.m. was soon upon us and we prepared to join David in the operation. I checked the 64-bar lines and found a single line on either side. I concluded from this that David was operationally with us. We made the invocation, which followed the usual form, and with the objective of ensuring that only love and light flowed down that line from Mount Pamir, which aliments Europe, the Middle East and Africa. I immediately dowsed the house again. The double 64-bar line had come together on the 7 circles.

The next morning I set out to find out why Joyce, who had had visions of the Grail stone and its function and had been impelled to come to the talk I had given at Trevor's, had acquired a property in such remarkable circumstances, and why the Tibetans had come to this particular place. I checked out the garden and found that she had two spirals going for her, thus, (* illustration) which was unique in my experience. But Joyce had always stated that when she went on her 'trips' she 'spiralled out'. Anyway, here was some correlation. I checked the alignment of the 64-bar lines. From the garden, one could see the Buddhist monastery, a neo-Renaissance castle on a hill about 500 metres away. However, the lines did not go exactly in that direction: neither did the direction of the lines from the monastery go towards Joyce's farmhouse. There was a dog-leg somewhere. I spotted a conical hill which might account for it. We set off across country to explore, follow up the lines and call upon the Buddhists. Between Joyce and the Buddhists were a valley and a large country house. We followed the lines and eventually they diverged from my roughly observed alignment to the conical hill. We had lost them. Then over to the left I observed, at the end of an avenue of pines leading from the country house, an octagonal building. "Oh no," I said to Joyce, "here we go again." We moved over to it and noted that it was a Christian monument with a cross on top. It was on two levels. The top level was closed by wooden doors but the bottom level was accessible to the eye through a metal grill door. Faded flowers and a crucifix indicated it to be some sort of chapel. The lines were on it, uniting at that point to indicate some functional nature. They continued on to connect to the Buddhists.

We set off across the valley and eventually arrived at the Instituto Lama Tyong Khapa. We walked up the drive and came to a large castle-type construction clearly in the throes of renovation. Sounds of luncheon came from one room, and a little child played in some sand. We took advantage of this to check the lines coming in, which they did, and on the other side in a sort of a courtyard they came together on a large pool of water, a well or a fountain in a state of disrepair. They separated to converge again within a high walled garden where the circular foundations of an earlier construction, which I took to be a gazebo or summer house, could be seen. The 7 circles were perceptible. The lines then separated and went through a new, but not quite finished, villa. We wandered a bit more and then a girl in a type of nun's habit came out and courteously enquired our business. We explained that we had come to visit them as Joyce was a neighbour and we were interested in their coming to Pomeia. Joyce explained she had spent time in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Scotland and that she was into transcendental meditation. The girl's face lit up. "You'd better come in." We entered the temporary refectory to find a group of about a dozen finishing lunch. They were all Italians with the exception of an American, the mother of the child and wife of the leader, Massimo. We were made welcome, offered tea, and we sat down to talk. they explained that they were Buddhist converts who were setting up a monastery to which Tibetan Lamas would come to live. They expected the Dalai Lama to come to see them soon. The new house that we had seen was for the resident Lama.

Carol was a gentle, peaceful girl, and a perfect complement to her husband. Both radiated an inner peace and tranquillity which made me envious. They showed us around, taking us to their meditation room, a temple where one took one's shoes off. It was lovely, a golden statue of the Buddha and a side altar on which food offerings were placed. Cushions indicated the place at which each neophyte attended service. I dowsed it. In the centre was the symbol, the new Elohim resolved symbol, after Glastonbury, thus: (*illustration) Massimo took us into the gardens. Joyce had explained that I was a dowser, a fact that left them puzzled but relatively unmoved. As I explained a little of the line system, it was quite apparent that they had no idea at all about it, even when I said that the line they were on could be traced to their Mount Meru. However one thing struck me as interesting. Massimo indicated that the circular foundations we had noticed in the garden, where I had dowsed the seven circles, was the place they had chosen to build a meditation centre or oratory. I explained to him what I had found. "Why did you choose it?" I asked. "It just feels right" was his reply, which perhaps may be a good a piece of evidence to suggest that the ley system and the symbols are perceived in different ways by different people.

When they came to tea at Joyce's, I asked Massimo why they had chosen this particular property. "Well," he said, "we had several possibilities in the general area, but when we asked the Tibetans they said that although the others were O.K., Pomeia was a situation we could never better." They had been to look at it the previous year and approved of its acquisition, which made me think that the Tibetans knew a thing or two. They had chosen to come to Pomeia and chant on the double 64 line there, the line that ran from Mount Pamir - Teheran - Babylon - Jerusalem - Cyprus - Rhodes - Santorini - Delphi - Athens - Eleusis - Corfu - Brindisi - Rome Vatican - Siena -Pisa - Genoa - Nice - Marseilles - Arles - Narbonnes, splitting into three, one via Barcelona to the south of Spain via the huge modern pyramid at Figueras, the other via Rennes-le-Chateau - Seo de Urgal - Saragossa - Madrid -Escurial - Yuste - Tomar - Cintra, with a branch at Seo to San Juan de la Pena (Grail Monastery) - Pamplona and on to Santiago de Compostela. It would be interesting to see the results.

As we talked later, Joyce pointed out that the Tibetans were directly concerned with changing vibrations and their objective was to advance this process as far across the earth as they could. "I'd be delighted to work with them," I said, " We seem to be in the same business. I would like to talk about it to the Lamas when they come." "Oh, they wouldn't talk to you about it," she said, "You would have to communicate telepathically. They will talk about weather and the crops, but never about these things. Telepathy is the means of keeping the whole matter safe from profane minds." I look forward to such a meeting and seeing if I scored at all on the telepathic wavelength.

So much for close encounters with Tibetan Buddhists. That night some odd things started to happen. As we stood on the terrace in front of the house, with a clear sky and bright stars, we fell to talking idly of U.F.O.s. "Why don't you arrange for one to land here?" I said, "I have many questions I would like to ask." "Have you ever seen one?" said Joyce. "I once saw a light moving high and fast across the sky, shortly after the launching of Sputnik 1. I took it to be another satellite, but it might not have been. Why don't they send another one, now?" I said laughingly. Within seconds, a similar light moved across the sky from right to left. "It was just like that," I said. We watched it. I do not believe it was an aircraft. It was a single, continually glowing light, with no noise, and apparently higher than aircraft fly, and therefore moving pretty fast, just as I suppose a satellite does. "Well, that was nice," I went on, "What about another in the opposite direction?" It appeared on the same trajectory but from left to right. "How obliging," I said, "Thanks, friends." Then I said, "Could we have a shooting star now?" Within fifteen seconds, it burst over our heads. Fortunately there was no feather available to knock me over with. "Satisfied?" said Joyce. I thought about this strange encounter, and reflected that coincidence was a strange thing and we had seen two satellites. After all there were plenty up there. The next evening we stood in the same place. "How about another show?" I asked. The first one appeared again within seconds. I thanked them. "Next one, please." It came from left to right. It seemed identical to the others, with one notable exception. As it flew into the box of Ursa Major, it disappeared in the centre. I looked carefully. There was no cloud behind which it could have gone. It simply disappeared in the centre of Ursa Major, the Grail Constellation. "Fair," I thought. And the possibility of these having been satellite sightings began to recede in my mind.

The following evening we were in the same place discussing the symbology of the Grail, particularly in relation to the odd photograph I had taken at Hamsey at the very beginning, thus: (*illustration) "The Grail on one level is the dynamic but balanced opposition of masculine and feminine energies." It was a cloudy night and as I spoke the clouds parted for a brief second to reveal the faintest sliver of a crescent moon. "There you are," I said,"the female Grail symbol." A convenient cosmic visual aid. Then I realised that the new moon lay exactly in the trajectory of the U.F.O.s (in the literal sense) we had seen on the previous two nights.

Our penultimate expedition was to look closer at the adjacent country house and octagonal chapel to see what reason there might be for its being a functional point in the double 64 arrangements in the area. The lady who 'did' for Joyce also 'did' for the lady of that house and she was away. Adriana was only too pleased to show us around. We followed the lines into the garden. They converged onto a circular pool. "Par for the course," I observed, thinking of Michael. From there they went into the house, most of which was closed, so we could not see too much. I noticed a 4-bar line coming out of the front door, and when I followed it for about 20 yards, it ended in a rough-cut cubic stone. "Another bogey," I thought. We followed the lines away from the house, down the avenue of pine trees to the octagonal chapel. Adriana had the key. We entered. It was a mausoleum. The family tombs were there above the chapel below. I checked if we were unwelcome. It appeared we were not. I noticed that the principal tomb indicated that the occupant had been a Knight of the Order of the Crown of Italy, an order I knew nothing of, but resolved to find out more about. We thanked Adriana and left. On the way, Joyce and I pondered what the family knew and why they had locked themselves thus into the system. We had no answers, but resolved to investigate further in due time.

Our last expedition was to the Sleeping Dragon. I had been looking over the landscape in front of Joyce's house. The back of it was on to Mountains, but the front gave on to rolling hills, the first of which was a long ridge like the Hog's Back near Guildford. "You've got a Sleeping Dragon there," I said to Joyce, thinking of Stephen Feuchtwang's 'Chinese Geomancy', "I think we should wake it up." I figured the head to be very much in the area of Joyce's property and we resolved to walk down the spine to see what there was. About the point that would equate to the 4th vertebra, we came upon an excavation which reminded me of a dewpond, except that it was square. I went down and in, for it was dry. The symbol was evident and a 4-bar line was passing through it. On the other side was a most strange square tower, about four foot each way and six foot high. It was surmounted by a pyramid about three feet high. This I rated a 'birdie'. It topped a shaft down which one could look and see at the bottom a sluice gate. "This is part of some old water system," I remarked. From the pyramid tower the 4-bar line split into two. "Come on," I said to Joyce,"Let's wake up the Dragon," for I had checked earlier with Chloe that this was desirable. We made the necessary invocation. The two 4-bar lines became 64-bar lines, one proceeding down the spine, the other to the left and down to a tower which we could not investigate. It was reminiscent of waterworks towers in London - rectangular. We later established that this line went to an alabaster mine, still worked but dating from Etruscan times. It bounced off the face and came out again. What this had to do with a pyramid capped well shaft and the 4th vertebra of a Chinese Dragon I may one day learn. We felt that we had probably done as good a job as we could in activating that area for the Lamas when they came. We took aromatic plants on the way back for Joyce's garden. A long black and yellow dotted snake uncoiled itself from its morning slumbers in front of us and made off.

The last night of my stay Joyce, at my request, went into trance. As she was counting herself in, it was announced that a new group of intelligences was communicating. The burden of their message was as follows: Things had gone well at Glastonbury, but even more energies were going to come in - a new wind from the north which we would recognise when it came. We were doing pretty well in our conclusions and efforts. In the next six months my life was going to change dramatically ("Oh no, not again" I groaned inwardly.) "Will that be bad?" I asked. "No, but demanding" was the answer. There were other things I should have taken notes but didn't. Things seemed to be going according to the Glastonbury exercise. The Tibetans were good news. Several Delphic remarks were made and Joyce counted herself back in. She was interested that a new lot had communicated and that a new mind was to enter. We ate and pondered.

The next morning I left for Milan, reflecting that Joyce's path crossing mine was no accident. It was equally no accident that she had acquired property on a double 64-bar line before she had any inkling of the significance of such technicalities and that the Tibetans had come, which was probably the most important thing of all. We had established the most friendly relations with the advance guard. U.F.O.s had appeared in the sky on request, as well as a shooting star. We were on the brink of a new dimension of the great adventure that had no end. It was good.