Frankly, my first meeting with Stonehenge was an acute culture shock. Everything I had been taught at school about ‘cavemen’, or ‘howling savages’ building Stonehenge, went straight onto the scrap heap of intellectual nonsense. How dare somebody try and fob me off with such obvious falsities? I realised that I knew little or nothing about our predecessors at all. It became obvious to me that we had been lied to by academics who must have, systematically, connived together over the years, to paint an erroneous picture of British pre-history.[1] Why did they do such a thing? I believe they did it to conform to an acceptable model of history that was put together by the Christian Church. I consider that scholars in such a position of trust should have known better. Frankly, I am disgusted with them.

As I stood in the middle of the henge, for the first time, I began to get a true feeling for those distant ancestors of ours. The picture that began to take shape was stunning, because we were actually able to touch the stones and I had ample opportunity to absorb the energy of the place, undisturbed. The magic of Earth energy, combined with a total sense of ‘place’, is something I have learned to recognise over the years. Certainly, the Mage instructed me on how to attune myself to this perceptible presence of natural magic in the garden at home; but nothing had prepared me for the intensity of this energy at Stonehenge. It took my breath away. I could sense heaviness connected with years of ignorance and ill treatment. Nevertheless, there was a tremendous uplift in spirit, as if I was in the presence of tangible, god-like beings. Indeed, I could still sense their energy! Regrettably, this sensation cannot be experienced from the new pathway; to me it is only apparent when one is right in amongst the stones. What incredible people those ancestors must have been to leave such an intense resonance behind them locked into the very stones they handled.

I felt the sense of ancient time at Stonehenge was quite remarkable, so much so I believed then, and still maintain the dates attributed to the building of the monument are woefully inaccurate.[2] I also felt as though a part of the henge was ‘sleeping’, in some form of stasis. Indeed, the kids called it a ‘sleeping dragon’ quite spontaneously. I attempted a deep meditation there with my back pressed against one of the larger sarsen stones and I ‘saw’ images of Avebury and Glastonbury, long before I ever visited the places in person; but, realistically, these psychic links could well have been established by earlier pilgrims. The pictures were beautiful nonetheless. I tried to get some idea of the builders of the henge, wiping from my mind any preconceived notions of savages, or spacemen. I had clear visions of three distinct racial types:

1. The first group were very tall (judging by their height against the stones) with long, flowing hair and graceful forms. They appeared to flow in their movements and at one point I could see some of them flying on flat discs and others seemed to have ‘wings’.

[A series of badly drawn figures by the author showing the angelic-like

tall beings, whose ‘wings’ were like leather and obviously artificial.]

2. The second group were slightly shorter and stockier, much more warlike. They were wearing fierceâ€‘looking headgear and clothing, and carried instruments that could have been weapons, although I could not identify anything specific from the historical arsenal of mankind. The implements I saw might have been devices for making the stones weightless.

3. The third group I saw only fleetingly. They were a good deal shorter than either of the other two types and appeared to be craftsmen in leatheryâ€‘type garments. All these visions were personal and therefore I cannot claim any scientific validity for them, but they gave me pause for thought, particularly concerning who or what had built Stonehenge.

I remember feeling very annoyed about all the institutional lies I had been told as a child, and, in 1975, a teacher was still perpetuating them with a group of young children at the henge. He was expounding how:

“Our savage ancestors smoothed the granite lintels into curved

shapesby using a handful of sand and gravel mixed with water”

[My emphasis]

It was obvious, even to my layman’s eyes, that those ‘savage’ ancestors would have worn their hands down to the elbows before they made any impression on such tough stone!

Looking at the whole construction of Stonehenge one could tell the workmanship was first rate. So, who did build it? Why cannot scholars admit, truthfully, we know little or nothing about how the builders achieved it? Why do some orthodox archaeologists seem so pigâ€‘headed about preâ€‘history? In a remarkable book The Black Goddess and the Sixth Sense – Paladin (1989) Peter Redgrove best summed it up:

“It is easy to be clever if you leave something important out!”

This is exactly how we felt when we returned home after our 1975 Stonehenge trip: as though we had been denied access to a mystical vision of our past. It was as if something fundamental had been left out. I came away from the henge with the growing idea that the ancient stone circle had a connection with the Round Table; but we were only just beginning to scratch the surface of something most exceptional, something, which appeared to involve a race of ‘giants’. That famous biblical quotation: “There were giants in the world in those days” came into my mind at Stonehenge, because the monument had been given the exotic title of ‘The Giants Dance’ sometime in the past. Certainly, the photograph I took there of Merlin suggests how he might have had something to do with the construction.

Geoffrey of Monmouth claimed that Merlin ‘stole the Dance’ from the Emerald Isle before setting it up on Salisbury plain. The smaller race in my third vision might have indicated the tiny fairy folk, the ‘Little People’ from Irish folktales, although they were not ‘inches’ high as legend suggests, but ‘feet’ high, like pigmies or dwarfs. Irish mythology does contain references to the enigmatic Tuatha de Danaan, a legendary race of tall, superhuman heroes, whose origins were most mysterious to say the least. Apparently, no one knows where they came from, or where they went, for they seem to have disappeared without trace from the pages of history.

I became immersed in a study of ancient monuments, using references from all kinds of sources. I was amused to discover the confusion of different measuring systems associated with ancient sites. Some so-called ‘experts’ tried to explain away prehistoric site layouts using the modern metrical system, which is absolute nonsense. Plainly, the ancients must have developed their own systems for site layout and linear measure. Using the modern ‘metre’ could only lead to confusion. Fortunately, one academic researcher/surveyor, Professor Alexander Thom, hypothesised a credible measurement, the ‘megalithic yard’. Similarly, during the 1930s and 1940s a ley-hunter called Arthur Lawton favoured another gauge called ‘the cubit’, an ancient measurement often mentioned in the Bible.

I was convinced there had to be a connection between all the disparate measures I had discovered, but could find nothing in any of the textbooks I was examining to suggest the harmony I had expected. I conjectured that Stonehenge was a ‘key’ linking all the different systems together. However, I did not get any further with this idea until 1977, when the Magician dropped another geomantic bombshell by introducing me to what he called ‘a Sumerian foot’ of 13.2 imperial inches. He explained the Sumerians used a sexagesimal system of counting in sixties and how this was still in evidence today through our measurement of time. Similarly, he explained there is still a residue of this sexagesimal system in the scoring of tennis matches. Oddly enough there were sixty stones involved in the original monument at Stonehenge.

An inaccurate drawing of Stonehenge by Inigo Jones but giving someidea of how the original henge must have looked.

[1] I have since discovered an awesome book entitled Forbidden Archaeology (see Bibliography) read it and weep! Similarly, Adrian Gilbert raises some thorny questions about English History in his book The Holy Kingdom – Bantam (1998) in which he reveals two historic “Arthurs” and many ancient textual sources ignored by English academics!

[2] We undertook an experiment with a group of twelve people in 1978 and asked them to date-dowse an ancient site ‘blind’. (We had placed a photograph of Stonehenge in a sealed envelope). The dates varied from 28,000 to 32,000 years old! Recently, two postholes were found in the car park dated to 8,000 BC; orthodoxy is slowly catching up!

Peter Quiller had an extraordinary meeting with a cosmic energy in 1975 that he came to know as ‘Merlin’. It changed his life in that he severed all his connections with his previous career in the film industry to return to full-time higher education. After having graduated with honors from the University Hertfordshire with a degree in English and Drama, Peter became a fully qualified teacher in 1992. For ten years he taught both disciplines, whilst continuing his magical and geomantic interests. On a number of occasions he has been requested by Merlin to perform certain geomantic rituals and over the decades, has been studying and rediscovering the Round Table of Britain. These have formed the basis of four books, which appear under the umbrella title of “Quest”. Occasionally, Peter gives lectures about his experiences with Merlin to youth clubs, New Age groups and spiritualist churches.

To contact or find out further information on Peter Quiller and his work with Merlin, please visit merlinawakens@btinternet.com

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