Raising The Consciousness Of Hardwick…….

Many years ago, when the Annual Dowsing Convention was still held in Danville, a group of around twenty dowsers gathered early one Sunday morning at the old Beede Lumber Yard  for a trip up Buffalo Mountain.  The twenty had been part of a larger group of dowsers , gathered in a Danville church, listening to a fascinating lecture given by Richard Leviton.  I don’t remember the actual name of the lecture, only that it had to do with the living earth’s ability to retain, as we retain, memory of  past events within our human auras. 

 At the close of the lecture, Richard shuffled his papers and notes together, laid both hands on the wooden pulpit and addressed the audience.  He said “Are there people here from Hardwick?”  A fair showing of hands appeared.   “The town of Hardwick” Richard continued “ has lain under a black cloud of negativity for a long time. Driving through it, on my way to Danville, I passed under a thick black cloud settled right over Buffalo Mountain…and I’m not talking about a rain cloud.”\

He paused and looked out over the audience.  “ Going back over a hundred years, at least, there has been blood spilt in murder…there has been suicide…drunkenness…child abuse and cruelty…abuse of animals   enormous discord in families…poverty and ignorance and all these things leave negative energy on the land”.   The audience visibly reacted with interest.  We sat straighter upon our wooden church pews  “Tomorrow morning” he said “I’m going to climb up Buffalo Mountain and remove, as I’ve done many times before in other places,  the negative energy hanging over this town”  He had our attention.  “If anyone in the audience wants to help me, please be at the lumber yard at the base of Buffalo at ten o’clock tomorrow morning…we’ll see what we can do to clear it out”

Gung Ho to be in on the action I woke early the next morning and drove, with two of my interested children , to the gathering place at Beede’s.  Several of the assembled participators were friends or acquaintances.  With Richard in the lead we set off up Buffalo Mountain.

It was an extraordinary climb.  The foot of Buffalo Mountain bordering the lumber yard rises steeply.   We had to claw our way up what looked like a vertical hill of rotted ancient tree stumps, loose and unstable leaf-mold soil and spindly, perilously rooted saplings.  Dragging ourselves up by those saplings we clambered  on.   Physically strong as I was back then , I remember clinging to a cliff, looking up, and saying to myself , “You’re not going to make it, woman.”

After a while…after what seemed like an hour of strenuous labor to get there, we arrived at a tiny tree- surrounded meadow.    Richard, in charge, said.  “We’ve come far enough…we’ll stop here”.   We drifted into a loose circle on the grass. The sun was shining.

We stood close to each other.  Perhaps we held a neighbors hand.  Richard, on one end of the circle, raised his arms above his head.   “People… we have come here to remove the negativity that has lain like a pall over this mountain for far too long…this is a beautiful place…it needs to be rid of the past and be cleansed…”

 It was a solemn moment.  Richard raised his voice a little. “By the power of our love we deny and remove any negative energy from this place  …please, all of you, join in sending love and healing to the whole of Buffalo Mountain and to the town of Hardwick below…”  We stood quietly all, I believe, intensely moved and filling the great earthen, tree covered bulk of the mountain with love and gold colored light.

The ceremony was over.

I had brought with me a quartz crystal cluster.  I buried it within the circle, grubbing a hole in the thin turf with my nails.  Another man said “For thirty years, I’ve carried a buffalo nickel around with me…never really knew why…it’s a sort of good luck charm I’ve always carried…I’m going to bury it now”   A woman said “I’ve written a poem about Hardwick…I want to bury it in the grass here”.   She scratched the earth in the center of the clearing and buried her poem –  unread.  Around the circle other people expressed dedication to the moment and added writings, small objects into the earth.  It all felt appropriate.

 We drifted, uncertainly, toward the edges of the clearing. .  Richard called out  “Who wants to lead us down the mountain?”

The man who had buried the buffalo nickel called out “I’ll lead you down…I’ll know the way”  And we set off through the trees, single file, behind him.

This incident happened twenty years ago but I remember that descent down the mountain vividly and with undiminished astonishment at the magical quality of that warm, mid-morning descent.   As hard as it had been to get up the mountain the walk down, in contrast, was an easy stroll to the lumber yard below us.  The base of the tall trees, without sapling and weed build-up, were spaced apart, clean and easy to walk on.  Birds flew in surprising numbers in the leafy canopy overhead.  Occasional small swarms of tiny gold-winged insects moved slowly in the shafts of sunlight streaking down through the leafy branches overhead.   The air smelt of unseen but powerfully-scented flowers.  Strange…and quiet and very beautiful….

 There was an enormous slab of white milk quartz half buried in the hillside on which the bare roots of a small tree snaked across the white rock in the shape of a crouching figure.  That shaping of roots looked like a charcoal drawing of a gnome running along the top of the  rock.   It was extraordinary.  Hoping not to invite ridicule I have to say that the entire experience was magical.. It was as if we had all broken through a window into another dimension of perfect  beauty.  I, for one, have never forgotten it.

As we reached the base of Buffalo Mountain the trail led through stands of ferns as high as my shoulder.  

In saying his goodbyes to us Richard said  “By the way, when – or, if – any of you go to Hardwick throw a covering of amethyst light over the town and the mountain…every time you see it.  That’ll continue to help clear the aura… there’s a sort of toughness and braveness about this town.  It’s a sort of never-say-die, haul-me-up-by-the-bootstraps kind of a place.  Good stuff.”

Two decades have passed. The people of a younger generation are the shakers and the movers. I haven’t spoken to Richard since that day.  I intend soon to contact him through his website and tell him what has been happening in this “tough” and “brave” little town.   Tell him about the energy, innovation, work and imagination channeled to so much of excellence in so many directions.  If he hasn’t already heard of what’s going on around Hardwick, I think he would be gratified to know.

Did twenty dowsers clear the air way back then?  I suppose I would like to think that we may have helped…but, who knows? 

Judith G. Kane……………….July 3^rd.  2013

* Richard Leviton is a prolific, intelligent, highly knowledgeable and well-travelled writer.  He has a wide range of interests and has published over twenty books and four hundred articles on diverse subjects to do with geomancy, earth magic, whole foods and healthy living and  the Angelic Kingdom – to name a few.