On a beautiful sunny summer morning while on a trip to the Yorkshire Dales we stopped by a field in Boroughbridge and found ourselves in the presence of 3 magnificent standing stones known as the Devil’s Arrows. Originally believed to be either four of five in total, the other two removed either in the belief that treasure was buried beneath them or simply to be used as building materials many years ago.
The stones are believed to date back to either the late Neolithic or early Bronze Age period. The tallest standing stone is greater in height than those at Stonehenge and stands by the roadside among trees immediately on the west side of Roecliffe Lane, the other two are across the road in a field which is flanked by the lane which leads to Boddy’s timber yard and the Boroughbridge Marina. The lightest of the Arrows weighs over 25 tons. These are all made of millstone grit which over time has worn away leaving various lines and indentations in the surface making them look as if they did indeed once streak through the air.
Also known as The Devil’s Bolts, The Three Greyhounds and The Three Sisters, legend says that up until the 8th century the fair of St. Barnabas was held near the stones on Midsummer’s Day each year. The standing stone became known as the Devil’s Arrows from an account of the Devil firing arrows of stone on a nearby Christian settlement at Aldborough. The area powerfully protected by the prayers of the faithful prevented any damage, and causing the “arrows” to fall harmlessly into a nearby field. It was also claimed that walking 12 times around the stones anti-clockwise will raise the Devil.
It has also been suggested that the stones were erected by the Romans to commemorate some great victory and there certainly was a Roman fort immediately to the west of the stones. Others have attempted, without much success, to connect them to Ley lines. More feasible is the theory that the line was built in prehistoric times to align with the southernmost summer moonrise. Inevitably a religious purpose is ascribed to the stones more than any other. But it has also been suggested that they are monuments to the power or prestige of a local chief, that they are an avenue leading to a henge, or ford, or burial area. (http://www.boroughbridge.org.uk/Devils_Arrows_3069.aspx)
There are many other stone circles and henges in this area forming a large fascinating prehistoric area of great importance in the valley of the River Ure. I look forward to returning one day and spending more time in this area exploring the other stone circles and henges. Whatever the true story behind these stones the spiritual energy radiating from them was just incredible, forming a fascinating link between the past and the present.
Whenever we visit the busy market town of Beverley our trip is never complete without calling into Beverly Minster to escape the hustle and bustle for a few moments of peace and quiet reflection. Not only is the building an incredible work of art, widely recognised as one of the finest examples of Gothic churches in Europe, the energy of this beautiful place never fails to enthrall me. I have visited many churches, cathedrals, and minsters over the years but so many have left me feeling unmoved energetically. There is often a feeling of aloof coldness that comes from them, as if you are somehow intruding and don’t belong.
However, there is something so friendly, warm and welcoming about Beverly Minster. The multitude of layers of faith and belief, strength and devotion, love and compassion built up over the years has such a soothing effect on my soul; as does standing in the presence of the shrine to St John.
John of Beverley (died 7 May 721) was an English bishop active in the kingdom of Northumbria. He was the bishop of Hexham and then the bishop of York which was the most important religious designation in the area. He went on to found the town of Beverley by building the first structure there, a monastery. John was associated with miracles during and after his lifetime, and was canonised a saint by the Catholic Church in 1037.
The minster owes its origin and much of its subsequent importance to Saint John of Beverley, who founded a monastery locally around 700 AD and whose bones still lie beneath a plaque in the nave. (Wikipedia)
We last visited the minster a couple of weeks ago taking lots of photos but the final one that Phil took we later discovered had captured so many orbs we were amazed. There was nothing in any of the other photos we had taken, just this one below. I love that there are some high above looking down, one clearly moving through and below several sat beneath as if they are praying. It made our visit extra special. I wonder if one of those was St John 🙂
Last week as we were on the train coming home from our trip we stopped at a station about halfway through our journey and were unable to continue for some time. The conductor, driver and other station staff joined them walking up and down the train examining all the doors and windows to ensure they were safely locked and still the safety mechanism in place refused to allow us to proceed with our journey.
It was very hot and crowded on the train, everyone was becoming restless and irritable, some were marching up and down trying to see what was happening, demanding answers from the staff. I realised with annoyance we would miss our connecting train and would have to wait another hour for the next.
To my surprise the next thing I noticed was an incredible sense of peacefulness and acceptance sweeping through me and I knew this was meant to be, that I was where I was supposed to be,right here, right now in spite of it messing up my perceived travel plans. I saw a golden shimmer pass me as it made its way down the aisle of the train accompanied by that overwhelming breathtaking sensation that Angelic contact brings. I knew that in this moment something important, something life changing was taking place for someone on this train or associated with the passage of it.
Perhaps by us stopping as we did we avoided a crash further up the line, or maybe an ill advised meeting someone had set up wouldn’t be able to take place. There may have been a child playing on the railway line, or someone considering ending their life. Or even by altering the timeline two people’s paths crossed for an important reason that otherwise wouldn’t have. I will never know the reason for our 20 minute delay and a part of me likes the magic and synchronicity in that. So next time you are delayed and miss out on something you think is so vitally important take a step back from the moment and the situation you are in, be thankful, and then be alert to see what other opportunity has been presented to you.