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QUEST NUMBER SIXTEEN:

Where we were supposed to have been…

  • RAF KIRTON IN LINDSEY, NEAR GAINSBOROUGH, LINCOLNSHIRE
  • TATTERSHALL ABANDONED RAILWAY STATION, LINCOLNSHIRE

Where we actually ended up in a unique ‘twist of fate’…

  • TATTERSHALL CASTLE AND CHURCH GRAVEYARD

All that i am about to tell you is true; i have changed nothing and although there were five of us present, the feelings and tellings are totally mine. I have been doing these quests long enough now, to know that nothing is ever what it seems and other forces are around that distort the truth for both the good and the bad, but further more to guide and protect. We live on a many dimensional plane and often the dimensions will merge, or chinks in reality will ocurr.  Many folks do tune into to this and have the ability to ‘see’ or to ‘feel’ the other existences and dimensions

We know that there are ‘places of power’ caused by the hidden ‘Geo Magnetics’ of this earth (the hidden pyramids) which act an a kind of ‘energy conductor’ and this is one of the purposes of our quests, to investigate these sites. We know that these earth magnetics can retain ‘echoes‘ or ‘imprints’ of both past and future lives. Why both past and future lives? Well the answer is simple; there is no such thing as ‘time’ as it is percieved here on earth. Time is merely a manmade constraint; another form of ‘control‘, for example how often do we hear the phrase ‘slave to time’ repeated? So because of these quests and the interesting facts that they are throwing up, we now know of course, that many of the so called ‘christian’ churches of these lands, are built on top of these hidden ‘places of power’ simply to keep the facts underneath, well and truly hidden. What better way of hiding something in plain sight than to build something else over the top of it.

We now know that manifested aparitions; call them ‘ghosts’, ‘spirits’,djinn’, do not manisfest in our world as a kind of ethereal ‘woo woo wooing‘ aparition formed of white mists floating in time and space. Indeed they are far more real and often totally three-dimensional and solid; for all intents and purposes exactly like you and me; yet they uncannily always turn up when needed for a reason, to guide, to warn or to inform. They appear as if out of nowhere and when the message has been delivered they vanish just as quickly. People with dogs innocently manouvering through our space and time are quite a common example. People who are there at the right place and the right time to guide us (or to warn us) to where we need to be are another example. Of course one can always speculate and put all this down to coincidence, but in fact there is no such thing as coincidence and everything happens for a reason and a purpose.

So then just a brief discription of where we had planned to be:

RAF KIRTON IN LINDSEY, NEAR GAINSBOROUGH, LINCOLNSHIRE It took a good few hours of traveling to drive to Lincolnshire in the cold dark of night; so after feasting on the way we were raring to go and good for anything! The Lincolnshire landscape is mostly flat and vast and a lot colder than down south; yet there are gradual undulations in the structure of the land and even some cliff-like terraces that the road crawls snake-like atop of. There seems to be a pervading sense of ‘unfinished buisness’ in the atmosphere of the land here; stories untold that maybe never will be told. The ‘spirits’ of the land seem to be holding on to something which maybe they never will give up.

RAF Kirton in Lincolnshire, which was opened on this new site in the 1940’s is built atop of an ancient burial ground on the site of the pyramid grid that we are investigating, so it was with great excitement and expectation that we ventured forward on what was to be Quest Number Sixteen! After many years of use however, it was announced that in 2013 that the RAF were to dispose of the site, yet according to many ‘urban explorers’ who regularly visit the site, many interesting ‘artifacts’, various equipment etc and even vehicals are still to be found on site. In it’s heyday the site was passed from RAF control to the US Air Force, then on to the British Army and finally back again to RAF control. It’s final years saw it used as a technical park and it provided housing for another nearby base, where the site was administered from. So now sadly abandoned and another case of wondering why all these perfectly good buildings are allowed to go to rack and ruin, when we have a housing shortage in this country…

We found the site very easily, yet were dissapointed to find a strong and high security fence all around the whole perimiter with not one single access point in. We drove carefully around just to make sure, but on this occasion had to admit defeat. We know the ‘urban explorers’ do get in and i would not like to speculate how, but we are not urban explorers, simply researchers doing our thing and working within the confines of not tresspasing.  There are various hauntings said to have occured here but as we were unable to gain access we could not get a ‘feel’ for the place to form our own opinions; though suffice to say it is on an ‘energy’ site and is part of the ‘pyramid grid’ of the UK.

Read more about RAF Kirton here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAF_Kirton_in_Lindsey

TATTERSHALL ABANDONED RAILWAY STATION, LINCOLNSHIRE So a short drive away, along the twisty Lincolnshire byways that seemingly defey any logic of direction, we found ourselves in the village of Tattershall on the look out for it’s abandoned railway station. The station was closed on the 17th June 1953, to both passengers and goods but during the 1970’s and 1980’s the Tattershall Air Museum was to be found located in the station goods yard. The station is now in private occuption but it does house ‘The Tattershall Station Gallery’ in the booking office, selling paintings and pottery with public access along part of the up platform. There are tales of a young girl who reportedly wanders the platform but again as we never actually located the site in the dark i cannot comment further; also a site of ‘energy’…

Interesting photos and info here:

http://www.disused-stations.org.uk/t/tattershall/

The other reason why we never actually found the old railway site was because we were not meant to; for we thus saw the signposts to Tattershall Castle, which looked strangely compelling in the dark, so following our instincts we turned down a very dark and narrow lane; it was almost midnight….

TATTERSHALL CASTLE AND CHURCH GRAVEYARD: The very narow lane ended in the very dark public car park of the castle; we could see nothing and no one was around; it was almost midnight and at that point not a single soul stirred. So bearing in mind that we had no inklng that we were going to be there, at that place and at that time, and that it had been a split second decision to visit the castle, imagine our suprise then to find that another car had come out of nowhere and was now following us into the carpark! This other car was now parking a short way from us; slightly unerving to say the least. What was the chance of that randomly happening at that unearthly hour? While we explored the layout of the carpark with our torches to find the exit (yes it really was that dark!), two guys alighted from the other vehical and dissapeared along a dark grassy track in another direction.

Upon following we discovered the track to be  a path into a then, unknown to us, church graveyard and so for a moment we recognized the familiar territory of a graveyard; even though something did not feel quite right. We surveyed the scene for a few moments to get our bearings, then proceeded to follow the pathway around the side of the church. Obviously at that very late hour everything was shrouded in darkness and it was hard to see, apart from the help of our trusted torches. Upon coming around the corner of the church, we made our way across open ground towards a tourist map of the castle and surrounding area, which we proceeded to study or to ‘pretend’ to study, for upon looking back we could clearly see two very mysterious figures with their backs to us, strangely highlighted by their own torch lights.

My feelings at that moment were that of being totally compelled to look, wanting to look yet unsure if i should; unsure of interupting the others privacy. And yet, yet there was something totally compelling and completely ‘out of time’ about those two figures; almost as if two time lines were converging. The weirdest thing was that they acknowledged no recognition of us whatsoever, not a nod, a smile, an embarassed shuffle; not even a ‘sod off’! We moved around towards the castle to see if we could gain access but all boundary fences were well and truly locked. Yet on making our way back the two figures were still there exactly the same, seemingly not moved. I still tried to look and yet not look; they seemed to be dressed not of our era at all, but apeared to be wearing cloaks or mantles with leggings or gaters, maybe a bit Goth-like or so it looked in the distorted shadows and light of their torches. They certainly did not look like the folks in the carpark only minutes before and although very compelling, a feeling of unease had decended upon us all and we knew it was time to depart.

However, upon walking around to where the grassy path left the churchyard back into the carpark, a bent-over huddled figure suddenly instantanously appeared from nowhere, seemingly with a mission well and truly in mind. He rushed past us, again not looking up at all, or in any way being aware of our presence there. No ‘good eveing’ or ‘lovely night’ or any comment that led one to believe that he had any conception of us being there. He appeared to rush down a leafy pathway and that was that or so it seemed…

Two of our party, intrigued and wanting to investigate further and not believng their eyes, made their way along the leafy pathway to see where the huddlesd figure had gone to. Yet again though, that feeling of uneasiness pervaded upon all of us; a feeling that we should not be lingering there a moment longer. The path the figure had scurried down had led to nowhere, just a complete dark dead end in fact, the path went nowhere…

We took no time in leaving lest our welcome be outstayed. Once back inside the car and upon driving out of the carpark two of us happened to glance in the direction of the path that lead to the church, only to see two more figures at the end of the path, walking towards us…

SO TO CONCLUDE:

  • Nothing is ever a coincidence.
  • Nothing is ever a random act.
  • Everything is meant to be.
  • Timing is everything.
  • ‘Energy’ and ‘echoes’ from other timelines exist.
  • Time lines exist simultaniously
  • All ‘energy’ affects other energy.
  • We were obviously meant to be there at the ‘perfect point in time’
  • THIS was the site we were REALLY meant to be at, at that place and time
  • No random act or coincidence bought us to that place and at that time, at that ungodly hour; unexpected, unanouced, not knowing it ourselves until we turned into that dark castle lane at  midnight, to discover five other figures, not all of this dimension,  in that small out of the way churchyard….
  • Allways follow your instinct and be prepared to change plans at the very last moment
  • Nothing ever happens by chance as we on these quests, well and truly know.
  • A quest here to be continued…

 

For more info of the mundane kind please see here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tattershall

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 “The Grail Kingship is within the realm of impossibilities”

November 2016 ‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

THE PRIORY INVESTIGATES: QUEST NUMBER FOURTEEN

  • RAF UPWOOD: CAMBRIDGESHIRE

So a dark yet mild Friday evening at the end of October 2016, found us on our way to the dissused and derelict airfield of RAF Upwood, practically on our doorstep in the Cambridgeshire countryside. It was to prove to be a very interesting night indeed. This is a site used frequently by urban explorers and ghost hunters alike and yet a site which proved intitially quite difficult for us to locate. We were seeking the run down living quarters, admin blocks and accomadation of a once thriving community;  a facility for airmen after the wars and, it has been told, a great source of paranormal activity. This site has a direct connection to the first site we visited (Quest Number One) at Spooks Hill, Warboys and is in the general area of Warboys and Ramsey; the sites share the same underground magnetic connections. There is much evidence on the internet and youtube that the site is haunted and we were very excited to be finding out for ourselves.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAF_Upwood

Our ‘satnav’ took us to the general area but did not locate the airfield itself, so seeking another source, we did eventually arrive at the vast open landscape of the dissused airfield. Asking our way of lads nearby, heading also in the same direction, we were advised to go back out onto the road and drive around to the front of the site and yet something told us to keep on. The airfield is a vast, open flat space with only a few flood-lights lighting up industrial buildings on the horizon. It is very dark with large open skies above, yet one can follow a laid down track, maybe a vehical access from many years ago. As we walked across this seemingly endless, dark plain of emptiness a feeling of not being alone, of being watched permeatted every pore of our being. As we walked, we passed by long strips of security fences protecting fields of solar panels; the biggest solor panel complex that we had ever seen… The complex was dotted with CTV cameras and sattelite dishes, so obviously we wondered what was going on there.

We did meet others too, again local lads, crouching in the shadows, who also advised we were gong the wrong way, but we just needed to check out further into the distance before coming back. For it was just as well that we did, for on the horizen and coming towards us we spied some bright lights which flashed a couple of times before dissapearing from the sky and out of our sight completely; we all saw them so no one persons over-imagination. We did try and walk towards the bright flood-lights but were met by high security fences with no way in. At that point we did decide to make our way back to the road, but still that sense of not being alone, of being followed and also more of the mysterious lights apeared on the horizon. We were definitely at the wrong part of the airfield but never the less the walk had proved to be very eye-opening indeed with the constant brooding feeling of not being alone still with us.

So back to the main road then as advised where we found the main gateway to the abandoned airfield; sadly high security fencing was all around with security and CCT in action, or so it said on the notices. At this point we did start to wonder how we could gain access, as obviously others before us had certainly done so; the whole area was about to be demolished to make way for new housing so important not to give up. Not to be deterred we got in the car again and started to continue our slow ride around the perrimeter, only to be very surprised moments later when two more young lads dissapeared between the trees and bushes around the perimiter and were gone – vanished! So we had to follow, as we knew this to be our way in; we parked up next to what was their parked car and followed  their tracks and sure enough, from behind the trees we could indeed walk right in. We never saw sight or sound of the two lads who guided us in, ever again….

Some of the corridors and grafitti at RAF Upwood

 

The whole area is amazing and truly is an urban explorers playground and a ghost hunters’s paradise too, for that matter. Wandering around in the dark, along the long pitch black corridoors of the living quarters, shower blocks and communial rooms, one could not help but wonder at what life would have been like in the heyday of the complex. It is now very eerie with graffiti everywhere, some of which is very beautiful, but one does get a huge sense of lost souls seeking some sort of sollace. The energies constantly changed from hot and cold, of being followed, of whisperings on the steps leading into one of the blocks; to two of our party actually seeing a fleeing male figure right in front of them, which promptly dissapeared into thin air…

Many of our photos revealed unexplained orbs, lights,  figures and other unexplained images…

Please ‘click’ on any image to enlarge

 

Take a look at our videos for a full tour around and see further evidence of the unexplained

(Please note we are actually at RAF Upwood – not Alconbury!! 🙂 )

RAF UPWOOD: PART ONE

Check out the background at 5.20 above!

RAF UPWOOD: PART TWO

RAF UPWOOD: PART THREE

Check out the orbs at 5.23!

The whole site is very eerie and yet extremely beautiful to behold and to explore. A dark, ethereal kind of beauty that is soon to be no longer and which does certainly come alive at night; alive with those lost souls of wartime airmen who have their mysterious tales still to tell…

End Oct 2016

‘Keeper of Scrolls’

“Through the veil we will see into the deep, dark sea eternally….”

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