Adam’s Pilgrimage part 8: The Last March, May 18th – 21st

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Friday May 18th:

The next morning dawns chilly and you have to force yourself out of your sleeping bag but after a breakfast of porridge you quickly find marching with your pack enough to fend off the cold. At least it’s dry.

 

You strike north and find yourself in Salter a couple of hours later, from where you follow something laughingly called a ‘road’ but by lunchtime you pick up the A683 at Hornby and from now on you make very good time indeed.

 

How does Adam feel to be back in ‘civilisation’?

 

Adam is fine with civilisation as long as it's small towns/villages rather than big cities.

 

In that case the going suits Adam perfectly, as does the prospect of Kendal being the largest town between him and the end of his pilgrimage.

 

Adam continues up the A683 to Kirby Lonsdale and then the B6254 to Old Town where you decide to camp for the night rather than go back to motels and B&B. It’s only 15 miles but quite hilly and initially off-road so Adam feels he may have overdone it a bit with a twinge in one knee; he’ll have to take it easy tomorrow.


Although Victor advised against using the mobile the dreams Adam has been having recently are momentous so he'll give Victor a quick call to fill him in on the dreams and will ask whether he has any idea about what the bad spirit’s next move might be.

 

The admonishment against the mobile was only while hiking over the fells of the Forest of Bowland. Actually Victor is very pleased to hear from you and listens intently as you relate your dreams and asks you to repeat and clarify at several points, especially your conversation with the Woman in White.

 

He can offer no guesses over what the ‘bad spirit’ might do next. Really the person best placed to guess how things may unfold is you. Victor reckons these dreams are a way for your subconscious to talk to yourself.

 

Victor agrees with the Woman in White about the meaning of your sinking-in-the-bog dream but the last two are much more positive. Clearly you found a way to regain dominance over your ‘taint’ and Victor is impressed – you’d be surprised how few spiritualists (by which Victor means spiritual practitioners, even such as the Dalai Lhama) could do what you did.

 

Obviously you must be on your guard. The ‘taint’ within you is clearly aware of your intent and, as in last night’s dream, will fight to prevent the exorcism. But Victor feels your mental strength is good and everything is heading to the culmination he envisaged. Just phone him when you get to Shap and he’ll meet you outside Penrith the next day. Shouldn’t be long now.

 

Victor’s words are reassuring and, despite your twinging knee, you find the tranquillity of your campsite very conducive to your meditations.

 

Saturday May 19th:

Miraculously, you wake without dreams that you recall. The day is showery but overall better than for much of your pilgrimage. However, as you suspected, your right knee is feeling sore and you decide to take things easier today.

 

You lunch in Kendal and now you can really feel the end of your quest approaching. If it wasn’t for your knee, you would possibly be phoning Victor from Shap tonight. As it is, you find a suitable spot to camp in the early afternoon about two and a half miles north of Kendal, amidst rolling hills but with the mountains forming a wonderful backdrop to the north and west.

 

Sunday May 20th:

Your knee is still troubling you but the weather is the best you’ve seen for a long time, dry and fine, and you reach Shap in the early afternoon after walking steadily up hill as the A6 winds its way up to Shap Fell.

 

On a whim you trek down the lane to the west and camp near Shap Abbey to spend the rest of the afternoon in calm meditation.

 

Despite your dodgy knee, you’re now sure you’ll make Penrith well before lunch tomorrow and you feel a certain satisfaction when you tell Victor to meet you tomorrow. He tells you he’s spent the weekend in preparation, both spiritual and practical, and he’s looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. He advises you to have a substantial breakfast of porridge but to eat nothing later as after breakfast you’ll need to fast until the close of the exorcism ceremony at dawn on Tuesday.

 

How does Adam feel now his quest is nearly done?

 

Adam feels relieved that the quest is nearly over and reasonably confident that it will succeed. He is looking forward to having normal dreams in the near future and to being able to help his patients and his team.

 

Monday May 21st:

You awake from a peculiar dream. You don’t recall the precise narrative but you get a sense of some sort of summary of all your experiences over the last two weeks: the Uffington White Horse; the Rollright Stones; Meon Hill (Charles Walton’s glass charm is still in your pocket); the Bullring; Biddulph Grange; Alderley Edge; and your recent dreams on the fells.

 

You fondle Walton’s charm as you mull over the vanishing remnants of your dream. It occurs to you that each time you interacted with dark things in a dream: the Bullring, Alderley Edge, the bog on the fells, the charm wasn’t on your person.

 

You recall Walton’s parting words… “appen it bee blessen enow te kep awie waild dark things an aw”. You suspect it’s power is small but every little helps. What do you want to do with it?

 

Adam will attempt to fashion some sort of necklace so he can wear it especially for meditations and sleep.

 

Alas, it’s a smooth piece of glass and you currently have nothing either to fix it or suspend it. Once back in civilisation, any competent jeweller could easily mount it as you please but for the moment all you can do is put it in a sealed inner pocket of your cagoule and simply remember it’s there.

 

If the weather can be regarded as auspicious, things are looking very good indeed as it hasn’t been this bright and sunny since the first day, May 4th. Not only that but your knee feels much better and there’s a real spring in your step as you set out on the last day of your pilgrimage.

 

Leaving Shap, you find yourself walking past fields but there’s something a little strange. Perhaps you’re not used to the bright sunshine but there’s a magical, almost dreamlike, quality to the air. There's little traffic and it’s quiet, except for the birds and other natural noises, especially when the A6 meets and passes under the M6 (never straying more than a few hundred yards thereafter); the sound of the traffic seems muted, as if from far away. You recall your dream of the Bullring in Birmingham. Are you dreaming now?

 

One thing haunts this pleasant stroll in the sunshine; you can still dimly perceive a shadow at the corner of your eye, as if something dark and foul is following. You turn several times, trying to catch it unawares, but it remains always at the corner of your eye. It might almost be something in your eye and then you realise that, of course, it is part of you, the part that’s tainted.

 

Adam will continue on. For now the taint is there and he must get on with things. Soon it will be time to remove the taint.

 

Somehow you feel this is a very positive attitude and soldier on resolutely. The Shadow seems to retreat a little; it’s still there but less obtrusive.

 

Then you hear the sound of galloping hooves. It’s still early so the sun is lowish, off to your right, almost touching a hill. From the crest of the hill canters a white horse; it gallops toward and past you before vanishing behind a copse ahead. A beautiful animal; it catches your eye – you’d heard true white horses were only known in Spain?

 

You don’t think much of it until about ten minutes later you pass a field with a lone white horse in the middle, gazing soulfully at you. For a second, out of the corner of your eye, you thought it was a woman in the field, dressed in white, but it’s definitely the same horse you saw earlier.

 

As you walk on, you see the same horse half a dozen times again, on one side of the road or the other. You’re sure it’s the same horse; there can’t be more than one like it in all England, let alone Cumbria.

 

The A6 crosses the M6 several times, never straying far from the motorway, though you find the noise of the traffic strangely muted. With the White Horse, the Shadow and the quietude, you begin to wonder if this isn’t a dream. Certainly you make better time than expected and reach Eamont Bridge, which is where you’d arranged to meet Victor, a full hour early.

 

Right on the edge of the town a road branches off to the left, signposted Mayburgh Henge by English Heritage. You recognise it; it’s only a few hundred yards away.

 

Onwards and upwards; White Horses good - scarey shadows bad. Adam will definitely pass on visiting the site of the recent atrocity - he can't see that going well.

 

You drop your pack and enjoy the luxury of idleness before Victor hails you cheerily from a battered Rover and gestures for you to jump in, upon which he turns down the road to Mayburgh Henge and to your consternation pulls in to the Henge car park.

 

If you didn’t know better you’d say he was excited. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

 

“Keen to get on with it. This isn't the best place to talk though with all the recent events that have happened here. Perhaps we could drive on and I'll tell you on the way?”

 

Victor gives you an odd look before nodding understandingly. “I know what you mean, nasty business! Though I wasn’t sure you’d heard about it – the news broke after you’d started your pilgrimage.” (It occurs to you that Victor has no idea you were involved.) “A few weeks ago I’d have suggested stopping here for a spot of meditation to get us in the mood but since the massacre I don’t think it would be a good idea. No it’s just a convenient place to park as we’ll be walking from here. Nice weather for it, don’t you think?”

 

Victor gets a small day-sack out of the boot and changes in to his walking boots while you resume your backpack. “Ready?” He asks, and the two of you start walking. Victor leads you out of the car park, turning right over the M6 toward the south-west.

 

As you leave the motorway behind, a couple of seagulls wheel overhead, though you’re a long way from the coast. Victor nods at the gulls, “Do you know what a baby seagull is called?” he asks conversationally.

 

Adam will feel relieved that he has left the site of the evil doings. He answers “no” to the question about seagulls (Adam is no Zoologist or crossword buff). He would like to read Victors emotions when he asks the question.

 

“An egg!” grins Victor, as your emotional sense reveals his sense of humour has the better of you again, but then he turns more serious and asks, “OK, so what can you tell me about the Morgan Curwen School massacre?”

 

[You'll let me know if what Adam is about to say constitutes breaking the Official Secrets Act and I'll revise it. Adam is trying to tell Victor something without breaking trust. I don't think Adam knows how far the investigation is going since he hasn't been keeping up with the news and isn't about to tell Victor all the details of the case. Obviously he will have been able to pick up some details in the papers.]

 

[I’m happy with what you’ve outlined here. Whether MI13 would be is another matter but as long as Victor doesn’t tell them, they need never know. I think Adam would have seen headlines but Victor should have warned him at the start that reading the news, especially unpleasant news, is counterproductive to the pilgrimage. I shall assume that Adam has read the headlines so he knows that the Mayburgh Henge murder was tied in with a massacre of several teachers at Morgan Curwen School in Penrith but he knows nothing else after Adam left the team the morning of Wednesday May 2nd.]


“I was called in as a member of a consulting team that was to aid the police in the investigation of the ritualistic murders at Mayburgh Henge. The Henge is a moderate source of spiritual power with a residual stench of evil. Looking back I feel that I gained my taint while working with Reiki near a source of power in the south with a taint of evil. The founders of the school the children attended had occult connections and the school has some occult tomes in the library. Three children were involved in some sort of occult ceremony at the Henge.


“I had to leave the investigation part way through since I felt that I was unable to contribute fully whilst suffering from this taint. Normally my Reiki healing is a help in reducing the traumatising effects of witnessing gruesome events.”

 

Victor nods understandingly; he can see the value of your healing under such circumstances.


“As well as my work at Broadmoor, which you know of, I also work for the government on cases that fall out of the mainstream and often have some occult connection. I have signed the Official Secrets Act and anyway wouldn't be willing to prejudice an investigation that may be ongoing by revealing too many details. You will understand since we are both bound by a code of ethics and must respect patient confidentiality.”

 

“Of course! I just didn’t realise you’d been involved. So there was a lot more to it than just a psychotic teacher?”

 

“I don't know since I left the investigation early on but the ritual was one taken from an old book in the library.”

 

Victor looks aghast, “What? Penrith library?”

 

“The school’s library - it was a gift from the founders who supposedly were involved with the occult.”

 

“The school library! Good lord!” Victor obviously finds the thought more than a little shocking.


Anyway back to matters at hand.

 

Indeed! By now Adam and Victor have left the motorway behind and are walking through fields green with ripe new growth provoked by the recent rains. You walk through the village of Yanwath and then Tirril and Thorpe. It’s shortly after Thorpe that Victor takes a footpath to the left and from now on you’re in the wilderness.

 

You’ve been feeling peckish for some time, breakfast was hours ago. Now you begin to feel very hungry indeed and it’s making you light-headed. The dreamlike feeling returns. You see few hikers but you have the shadow in the corner of your eye and soon a white horse gallops past on the right.

 

About a mile and a half later, it’s now early afternoon and the path (which Victor tells you is called ‘High Street’) leaves the fields, heading up on to the fells in a shallow but inexorable rise.

 

You’ve spotted the occasional hiker, mostly far ahead, obviously having set out well before the two of you. You recall the two closest passing you in Eamont Bridge while you were waiting for Victor but they must be moving faster than you and you quickly lose sight of them.

 

You’ve not been on the fells long when you get the eerie feeling that you’re not alone. Turning your head, you find the Woman in White keeping pace to your right. Without looking, you just know the Wildman/eka-Adam keeps formation to your left.

 

Victor doesn’t seem to have noticed them yet, but then he’s leading and they keep station just behind you and a few yards to either side.

 

Adam will give a brief smile and wave to the woman in white before marching on.

 

Glancing back, Victor notices the wave; following your line of sight to the horizon and finding no one he raises a quizzical eyebrow; “Anyone I know?”

 

As you turn to answer Victor you see eka-Adam a couple of yards to Victor's left, smiling at him in anticipation; it looks like the Wildman is more than happy to have him around.

 

"I don't believe you have met."

 

Victor’s eyes narrow but he doesn’t press further. However, a few minutes later he comments, “You know, fasting can often induce hallucinations but it’s nothing to worry about.”


Adam will use the relaxation process he learned in taiji to relax him before the coming ordeal. He wants to be physically relaxed but mentally alert without any undue tension. He will be breathing slowly to help this.

 

You think it’s partially hunger, which by now gnaws at your insides with an indescribable fury, but your lightheadedness grows until you feel you’re almost floating.

 

The taiji relaxation process certainly is relaxing but it combines with the other symptoms to produce a distinctly ‘other-worldly’ feeling. The only other time you can recall feeling like this was in the Dreamlands.

 

He'll really stamp his feet a bit to get more grounded.