In November 1976, I visited Bahrain where the Company had shares in an
aluminium atomising company. I had been a frequent visitor there in earlier
years, but had not had the opportunity to visit it for some time. I had
always supposed the ley-system was world-wide, but this was to be the
first time I had looked for it outside Western Europe. The route was overland
all the way - Munich, Zagreb, Istanbul, Syria, Kuwait and down the Gulf
to Bahrain. The ley-system could be felt all the way, even across the
Gulf. Bahrain Airport is on the nearby island of Muharraq, connected to
the mainland by a causeway. Driving in the taxi along the outskirts of
Muharraq Town, I soon picked up lines crossing the main road, and on the
causeway, a wide line was evidently following it part of the way, before
it changed direction and the line went off at an angle to the road and
continued on to the mainland. I found similar indications in Manama Town.
It was a day or so before I had time to do some serious dowsing, but
I soon contacted and paid my respects to the Earth Spirit whose name was
OLO. He said everything in Bahrain was in order, which was confirmed by
Elohim, whose presence could be felt. It was not long before I was able
to dowse my first mosque. It was not one of your first-class ones - a
little dowdy and elderly. It boasted of only one minaret but its base
was octagonal. In walking round it, I found a triple line at two points
forming a right-angle at the base of the minaret - nothing else. I followed
one of them and after a while it arrived at the gate of the Juma Mosque,
the largest in Bahrain. The line did not go to the minaret but straight
through and out the other side, through a sort of half-tower projecting
from the wall. Where it went on from there I did not have time to establish,
but I did note another triple line, apparently unconnected, left the minaret
in another direction. I followed it and it ended in the Bahrain Law Courts
built in 1937. "Work that one out," I said to myself.
Later just before I left, some colleagues and I spent a quick 90 minutes
touring certain sites in the island. Bahrain has several important mythological
traditions attached to it and an esoteric history that is not to be dismissed.
The land of Dilmun was looked on as a terrestrial paradise by our forbears
in that region. Singular amongst its ancient monuments is the huge necropolis
near the village of Ali: more than 100,000 burial mound, or so it is said.
They stretch out as far as the eye can see. I had once taken part in an
excavation of one of the tombs, which I regret. It did however give some
idea of what was in those burial mounds. Carefully cut stones form a double
burial chamber one above the other with a bee-hive roof. These are then
covered with desert scree to form a tumulus. All is oriented to the East
or with the key-stone to the West. Archaeologists have said that such
a necropolis could not have been sustained by the population of Bahrain
alone and that it may well have had a huge catchment area for wealthy
people, perhaps across Arabia. The stone with which the tombs are so carefully
made is not indigenous to Bahrain. Clearly it is no ordinary cemetery.
Specialists have dated it at about 5,000 B.C.. Most of the tumuli have
been opened at some time in their history by ancient and modern vandals,
myself regrettably one of them.
In any event, that Necropolis was emitting a 49-bar line due North, but
it did not go very far, for within a hundred yards or so, it hit a large
shallow tumulus at which it went more or less due East. I could not follow
it further than this. I believe the necropolis to be tremendously important
in the system. The only other 49-bar line I know (that is to say in its
natural quiescent state) is the Pyramid of Cheops. The necropolis has
now been scheduled as an ancient monument. Next to the necropolis in the
village of Ali are some very large tumulus tombs, otherwise called the
Tombs of the Kings. They are also in the system. Many of them have been
hollowed out by the locals to serve as lime-kilns. I was able to enter
one, so hollowed but not used, and could enter the stone-built chamber
inside. This symbol was there. (*Symbol)
Another landmark in Bahrain is the Old Mosque which is thought to be
circa 700 A.D. Its twin minarets remain, now restored. On the way to visit
it we passed a tumulus at a bend in the road, festooned with green prayer
flags, and I recalled that these sites around the island (although not
recognised officially) were used as places of prayer by Bahrainis and
were said by them to be tombs of holy men. We stopped the car and I dowsed
it. It was on a triple. One axis went to another similar site with its
green flags and the other to the Old Mosque. The watchman let us in. The
line was to one minaret. Inside was the double-square symbol - and the
line continued again from the other minaret. We picked it up again around
the Ruler's Palace. It did not go through it but skirted round the back
through two fairly modern mosques (i.e. perhaps 200 years old).
Later that day I caught a delayed Egypt Air flight to Cairo. Cairo Airport
was chaotic. I had made various attempts to book myself a room by telex
but nobody answered. In a way it was just as well or I would probably
have ended up in the centre of Cairo instead of the Mina House Hotel,
underneath the pyramid itself. It was a delightful place and not expensive,
at least not by Gulf standards. As it was by now 1 a.m., I went to sleep
and when I awoke there was the Great Pyramid of Cheops silhouetted in
the still misty early morning. It was huge. A great deal has been written
about the pyramids by terribly respectable Egyptologists, mathematicians,
occultists, Romantics, lyric-writers and so on. It has been on the travel
list of everyone from Herodotus, Alexander and Napoleon to Aleister Crowley
(to name but a few famous and infamous tourists) and every aspiring tourist
that ever was. I walked out of the hotel with the rod at the ready. A
silent 'whoof', if I can explain it that way, made itself apparent. The
rod dragged itself to the right in the hotel drive. I went to investigate.
There was a negative symbol. I enquired of the local earth spirit and
the double E symbol came up, except that it had a bar down the middle,
thus: (*symbol)
ude of potential guides and settled for one
young Egyptian in an exceptionally clean robe, who said the best thing
was to take a horse and buggy as the complete tour was rather long. As
we rode up the hill the sheer size of the pyramid became apparent. Dowsing
in a buggy presents no difficulty but we were a long way round the pyramid
of Cheops before I picked up a line. I dismounted and, with my guide watching
with a mixture of curiosity and pity, I established that between Cheops
and Kefren are two 49-bar lines in parallel. We carried on to the west
side of the Kefren Pyramid before I picked up another running due West
with 49-bars. It ran through a modern villa some quarter of a mile away.
We continued on in a wide arc until I picked up a 21-bar line connecting
the village cemetery to Kefren on a north-south axis. My guide said it
was a modern cemetery. The tombs were not graced by carved stones or decorations
but by half-cylinders of cement, carefully done as if to ensure that there
was no chink for any soul to escape. We went on to the Sphinx.
This was smaller than I had anticipated but was none the less enigmatic
for that. It was on a 21-bar line coming from Kefren due East. For some
reason the access to it was locked, but some monetary negotiations with
a gentleman claiming to be a watchman enabled me to go within ten yards
of it. The negative symbol was there. I said the necessary things and
it was replaced by the positive symbol. I was told this was O.K. the 21-bar
line multiplied to a 49-bar line. We completed the circle of the pyramids
and, as we came to the north-east corner of Cheops, I found a 49-bar line
running off on the north-east axis of the pyramid. It ran through the
garden of the rest-house, a neo-Egyptian building which had been, said
my guide, a summer residence of King Farouk. I noted that, as it continued
north-east, it passed through a new looking mosque on the other side of
the Avenue des Pyramides, which I subsequently checked on site. I also
noted that it ran off in the direction of Heliopolis - and thereby hangs
another tale.
We had come full circle and were opposite the entrance to the King's
Chamber. I bought a ticket to go in. However, it occurred to me that it
would not be advisable to enter if it was still being used for evil purposes
and this was confirmed by Elohim. I accordingly did the necessary which
seemed effective and in I went. I had thought that access to the King's
Chamber would have been made easy for the tourist, but not so. The approach
inside the structure is up a steep slope with a kind of duck-board to
grip with one's feet and I had to end double all the way. The further
in one got the hotter and more humid it became. It is not an easy climb
and I arrived in the Chamber with my clothes as wet as if I had fallen
in a swimming pool. In a quiet moment when the Chamber was empty, I had
a dowse around. I found the seven concentric squares. I asked for the
Elohim symbol and it came up with no bar to the double E. Mindful of the
speculation about the nature of the Sarcophagus, I dowsed it with the
pendulum. It registered 91 on the first gyration, clockwise. I have not
had time to work out the significance of the calibrations of the pendulum,
but such work as I have done would indicate that this is a powerful force
for good. The whole pyramid, of course, has been well described by others
many times. Suffice it to say that its construction is unbelievable -
huge blocks fitting perfectly without mortar. No ordinary monument this.
I came out soaked to the skin with sweat. And so to lunch.
I was about 400 yards from the pyramid on the lush green lawn of the
hotel and I went through the Grail procedure. The lines came out and then
a maze symbol, or what I took to be one. It is impossible to dowse around
a source as huge as the Pyramid of Cheops. The Grail Stone is quite another
matter. Anyway, I was able to detect lines which could have formed part
of a huge maze symbol around the pyramid. If it were one then it was infinitely
more complicated than the Grail maze. I was assured that the pyramid worked
in the same way as the Grail, that the 3,000 odd symbols I had recorded
were more or less what was in the pyramid. "Give me the most important,"
I said. These are what came up: (*6 symbols) "Need I dowse any more?"
"No." I lay down again in the sun, ruminating, and then a thought crossed
my mind. I could see the logic of the double E symbol representing Elohim.
But then I realised that the double square symbol was an indication of
the fusion of the double E, when the Elohim influence was uncluttered.
I'm not sure that it got me any further, but it ought to be a further
clue in deciphering the symbols. Furthermore the double square symbol
might be the proportion of the double cube which is the shape of the altar
of the Temple of Solomon according to Masonic lore. All this was subsequently
confirmed as accurate by a very experienced Kabbalist. (*symbols - double
E > double square)
I went to Heliopolis later on a fruitless visit, but I was able to stop
and enter the Commonwealth War Graves Commission Cemetery there. A six-bar
line emerged. the watchman let me in. It was beautiful - everything immaculate.
The six-line came from a large white stone in the entrance in the form
of a double cube: not a particularly Christian thing. On it was engraved,
"Their names liveth for evermore". The Christian Cross was further down
the Cemetery. I had often felt before that the War Graves Commission had
the task of considering the feelings of all the relatives of fallen soldiers,
and that somehow it was a sign of respect that they were interred in beautiful
cemeteries. Somehow it made war easier, more acceptable, less horrible.
Perhaps there is also another reason, but I am not yet sure what it is.
During various taxi drives in Cairo, I recognised the Citadel, with the
huge Mosque of Mohammed Ali, the man who gave away the Needles to the
U.S.A., Britain and France. The Mosque is in the system.
That night I went up to the pyramids on foot in the dark. There were
few people about and I wanted to check the work of the day. I was approached
by a shadowy figure out of the darkness. He was not a guide he said, but
the watchman of the Cheops Pyramid. We talked for a few moments. I explained
to him that I was not an ordinary tourist but "doing professional work".
This seemed to impress him and he set off to accompany me on my tour.
When I remonstrated with him, he explained that it was his pleasure. He
did not want me to come to harm in the dark.