A Community Healing Project
When Suzanne Thomas told me in the latter part of last year that she was going to knuckle down and finally write THE book that she’d promised to do all those years ago, I thought, ‘Wow. That will be quite an undertaking.’
It’s not that Suzanne can’t write. Of course, she can: she’s been editing and producing the Fountain International Magazine for a few years now, since resurrecting it from the ashes like a phoenix.
No, the undertaking would involve sorting through and transcribing Colin Bloy’s writings, a mammoth task, if ever there was one. His last book I’m Just Going Down to the Pub to do a Few Miracles or, The Rational Way to Spiritual Healing is only available as a used book on Amazon (listed at the moment for C$89.95). Years ago, I had an original of this paperback, and the quality was a little rough, to say the least. Suzanne’s efforts will therefore be much appreciated by Colin’s fans, as she is making available a veritable treasure-trove of spiritual knowledge.
The text of this book is split approximately 2/3’s Colin’s and 1/3 Suzanne’s. Her story is as fascinating as his is, but I can say that the fact that I was part of the Torquay Fountain Group, and a previous executive of the Fountain International Group makes this personal. There’s even a photo of the Torquay group in the book. It’s a great reminder of how ‘connected’ we were (and still are).
Suzanne has a very easy writing style. I enjoy reading her work in the Quarterly Magazines and Monthly Newsletters. She is very supportive of everyone’s endeavour to heal their communities. She explains how she came to be where she is now in life, and it’s a reminder of how our ‘past’ is ever-present in our lives.
For fun, I Googled Suzanne’s name and came up with this one photo from LinkedIn:
The ones in the book are better, so have a good look for yourself.
Glastonbury Grail Stone
In the book, Colin explains how he came to locate a stone that is purported to be part of the Holy Grail. Finding it was one portion of the ‘job’. The second portion was to do something with it. Along with Michael Bentine, he developed the idea that it needed to be placed in a ceremony on Arthur’s ‘tomb’ in the grounds of Glastonbury Abbey ruins.
I’ll let Colin explain what they did:
One conclusion from all this would be that Avalon was a place of cardinal importance after Jerusalem in the mystery of Christ. Just as the ley-line system of Jerusalem showed it to be of prime importance, so the contention that the New Jerusalem is at Glastonbury ought to be taken seriously, with all the Bligh Bond and William Stirling implications. And here we were, under instruction to perform some sort of Grail ceremony at Glastonbury.
As I said earlier, Good Friday 1978 was not an organised event. But it drew the people who should have been there. And thus, on Maundy Thursday there arrived in Wells myself, Nick, Tammy, David, Eric Bosshard, (who had flown over especially from Washington), Michael, Fusty, Suki, Pesky, Joyce and John, to be joined in the following morning by Harold, Jill and Nancy, Bob and Veronica, Chris and Marcia. They all came because they felt they had to be there. After dinner on Thursday night, (which was devoted to human irreverence and minor hysterics), we felt it right to meet the following morning at Wells Cathedral. We were welcomed by the Cathedral staff and clerics as friends of Michael, who had done a BBC television appeal on behalf of the Cathedral the previous Christmas. In the Cathedral, I was seized again by the utter peace which that place gives me more than any other. All functioning well. I returned to the Chapter House. The vesical came up, and the fish, and I was given total confirmation to go ahead. The name Jesus surfaced. We continued round the Cathedral, as if we were being prepared. As we said later, the final stage of this long-awaited event started there. It was a pretty good start to the day.
We had beer and sandwiches in the hotel lounge, and drove to Glastonbury. On the way David and I noticed that we moved into a zone of continuous energy just before the hump-backed bridge which marks the border of Avalon. We came out of it on our way up to Chalice Well, where John suggested we went first for purification. We drank from the well, and John felt that the Grail stone should be washed in the well water. This we did, and thereafter no one but myself touched it. It was about 3pm David and I tried to make contact with the Elohim channel, finding it extremely difficult. For a moment, I could not understand. Then I thought of the Chloe symbol. I was getting this instead of the Elohim symbol. “It’s already happened,” I said. David knew nothing about the shift that had been predicted, because I had forgotten to tell him about it. However, he concurred with my findings. As we approached the Tor I noticed that the symbols of two years ago were no longer there at the foot of the hill. “I expect there will be different ones there tomorrow,” I said. We pressed on up the Tor. At the top there was a mighty wind which penetrated to the soul and marrow. It bore a relation neither to the ground level wind nor the overhead clouds. It seemed almost the rushing mighty wind of biblical days. The dowsable circles were functioning inside the tower. We returned to the foot, dusted ourselves off and retired to a tea-shop.
As we sat there it began to dawn on me that I was about one hour away from the operation towards which all the work of the last three years had been leading. I went into a “brown study”, thinking of the mental projections I had decided to do. I rehearsed in a very positive way. Michael had been to the Abbey shop and had presented me with a present which I will treasure to the end of my days, a replica of a cross which had been found on the tomb identified as Arthur’s. On it were the words; HIC JACET SEPULTUS IHCL ITUS REX ARTURIUS IH SULA AVALONIA, which roughly translated means, “Here lies the tomb of Arthur, King of Avalon”, On an earlier visit, Michael had asked the shop to make an English silver replica of the cross and, as they had made two copies, he kindly gave me the second one. We had completed several circuits of the Abbey walls in the car and found that the huge energy field was changing, and that it changed with every circuit! The continuous zone we had noticed earlier was no longer continuous, but there were very wide areas of dowsable energy shifting around the Abbey. We tried to make sense of it. “It is a huge rotating spiral, centred on the Abbey,” suggested David. I tested his statement and agreed with him. We assembled in the car park and moved into the Abbey grounds, a motley and rather dis-organised group of men, women and children. My thoughts were somewhat confused, although I was aware that, at that moment, we were not masters of our own destiny. Those who were there were volunteers in a way, but we had made no definite plans of any sort. I felt a mild sense of panic. The time was getting near, 5.20pm British Summer Time. What on earth was one to do or say? We had no established pattern for such as occasion.
The group coagulated as if by mutual consent on the Galilee, a point which John maintains is the most important in England. We stood in a circle. At that point I had promised to summarise the purpose of our visit for those who had not taken part in all previous preparations. What I said was roughly as follows:
That the objectives of the operation were –
1) To secure the proper transition to the New Age.
2) To project, through visualisation and penetration into the racial unconscious, a re-affirmation of the Grail archetype, the concept of Christ, Arthur, Albion, whole idea of solar logic, (however it had been expressed,) as a predominant influence in the New Age, and the elimination of the evil archetype, Mordred the destroyer.
3) To protect the replacing of the seals of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, who had unleashed demoniac forces, manifesting in the violent images in the racial consciousness.
4) The protection of the human psyche from technologically produced influences.
I made the point that if anyone did not feel able to take part in such an act, we would quite understand. No one left. I exhorted all to put on their spiritual armour. So saying, I asked Michael to say a prayer. He asked us to join hands and he made a prayer to the Archangel Michael and all his counterparts in the celestial hierarchy, to bless our endeavours. It was the most appropriate prayer. I asked Michael to join me in going forward to the area of Arthur’s tomb, in preparation for others to come and join us. I asked John to go out of the precincts of the building and seal it off. I do not know why I did this. It just seemed right.
Michael and I walked forward from the Galilee together, myself to the left and he to my right, John left to go outside. Michael and I separated by about a cricket pitch and focused on the two great columns of the ruined arch. My own sensations were ones of absolute certainty as to the validity of what we were doing. Michael and I seemed to be walking in step. I felt tall, almost as tall as the pillars we were approaching. We past the pillars and entered the area of the tomb. I went through the discipline of purifying the area, that is to say, visualising a beam of white light from the forehead and sweeping it around the area. Michael and I then returned towards the columns and took up station by the side of each. Michael had a blackthorn walking stick with him, which he placed point down between his feet, both hands on top, for all the world like a knight at vigil. I fell into a similar stance, both physically and mentally. I gave the signal for the others to join us, and they came forward. We had agreed not to speak a word during the operation. Wordlessly, they fell into a circle around Arthur’s tomb. I stood to the east end, for no premeditated reason. Michael was to my left and Joyce to my right. I sprinkled Lourdes water at each of the four corners, and Harold, Jill and Chris chose to stay outside the circle. I took out the Grail stone and went through the procedure Mary had outlined, precisely, projecting the sealing of the four points of the compass, spending more time on the North.
Joyce had said earlier that day, as a result of her particular perception, that she was quite certain that as a starter to the operation we should visualise a counter clockwise spiral of energy revolving outwards and upwards from the centre of the group, that is from the stone, placed on the centre of the tomb. I therefore placed the stone on the tomb and the spiral projection commenced. I went through the projections I had rehearsed, taking the items from one to five. My sensation was of departing into some infinite region of the cosmos, a very high, and long way away. Each projection and visualisation was made. I am aware of no other recollection or impression than of doing them. I do not know how long it took but probably two or three minutes. I came back to earth and stood there in a neutral condition for a while. Tears came to my eyes and blurred my vision for a moment. I looked at Michael and he nodded. Without a word, we broke up.
As we walked away something happened which was the most moving experience of my whole life, second only to the realisation that the new line from Jerusalem’s Golden Gate went to the point of the Ascension on the Mount of Olives. “Look!” said John, pointing upwards. On the centre point of three arches on the southern side of the Abbey sat a white dove. It was cooing most enthusiastically, we all watched him in a poignant moment of credulity and incredulity. “I think he approved of us,” said John, “for he joined us at the very beginning. When Michael said his prayer on the Galilee, he was there above us, and two feathers fell in the centre of the circle just as we broke up. He followed us up the church and as we formed a circle I watched him form a victory role to take up position on the arch. You know,” he said to all and sundry, “that the white dove is the symbol of the Holy Spirit.” “Yes,” I replied, “and in every Good Friday Grail ceremony described in medieval legends, the White Dove comes down on the Grail.”
Thomas, Suzanne; Bloy, Colin. Who’d Have Thought It: A Community Healing Project (Pages 74-76). . Kindle Edition.
(As you can see, Colin’s style is quite relaxed and matter-of-fact; also, notice how a lot of what went on revolved around food and drink. The book is full of great meals and refreshment.)
Colin Bloy is a man I wished I’d gotten to know better. His work is quite earth-shaking. His words belie the importance of his actions. He may have ‘single-handedly’ ushered in the Age of Aquarius.
I have no hesitation in recommending this book to anyone who wants to learn about ‘ley’ lines and ancient spiritual history. Some of it may seem far-fetched, but stranger things have happened in real life.
If you come away with even half of the information, you will have retained a lot.