6) TOUCHING ON ARTHUR'S STONE

MERLIN lived not far from this great lump of rock which is known locally as ARTHUR'S STONE. It is situated in a central area on the GOWER PENINSULA which is a finger of land in the RIVER SEVERN ESTUARY in WALES. Nobody can say how the STONE got there.

There are tales of UFO SIGHTINGS, STRANGE LIGHTS, APPARITIONS, UNEXPLAINED NOISES and other unexplained phenomena in the vicinity of ARTHUR'S STONE.

When I went to investigate all this I heard for myself the strange sound emanating from the stone. It sounded like the constant hum of electricity. In the next village at a shop I bought a postcard which shows the stone surrounded by an eerie glow. And so having been there and experienced 'something' I tend not to scoff at the evidence of the locals.

We have prepared the way. We shall soon meet GOD.

5) TOUCHING ON THE PRESELI HILLS

In the last ICE AGE the POLAR ICE SHEET narrowly avoided the PRESELI HILLS in WALES. It was therefore always possible for the BLUE STONES that went to form the INNER CIRCLE of the STONEHENGE OBSERVATORY to be obtained.

As I walked towards the PRESELI HILLS it seemed to me that the jagged and rocky outcrops atop the hills resembled a DRAGON'S BACK. The nearby fertile valley from where I had emerged showed no evidence of any GLACIAL DEPOSIT or GLACIAL EROSION. These hills are in the south of WALES and they are situated almost on the coast of the IRISH SEA. When I arrived at the top I found the quarried area and there I stood amazed. With only the lark for company I felt as if I'd been transported back in time.

When the ice was receding about 10,000 years ago the people of the STONEHENGE AREA obviously followed the line northwards and they surely came to the PRESELI HILLS and immediately recognised the BLUE STONES for what they were; ROCKS which contain special CRYSTALS. I picked up a small fragment lying half-buried in the grass. It was half the size of my hand. When I cleaned it I found it contained 10 individual crystals.

One important man in the unfolding story, a man whose footsteps I surely trod in during my search for the BLUE STONES and the amazing CRYSTALS, was a man called MERLIN. And as all the world knows his art was MAGIC.