Talking Dowsing

‘How many centuries are you living in at the same time?’ demanded CMS, leaning on a fence.  Three days of relentless rain had given way to a heavy, humid afternoon I felt could be classed as ‘good weather’, since there were no gale force winds.  We were wandering out for a leg stretcher.  Taking the path past the overflowing reservoirs, we soon came to a place where two peaty streams hurled themselves down from the hilltops.  As we stood watching tea coloured water sluicing down broken rocks I explained to her how I had spent the last week learning how to program my new iPod and how to dowse with a pendulum.  I felt I had just turned the first corner with both pieces of kit.  Some of my problems magically vanished after I abandoned the first two sets of instructions I had been following in favour of a third set, recommended to me by one of the local dowsers.  This one was working so well for me, I was starting to feel in some kind of control.

The iPod I found delightful.  As a dedicated gym bunny, I have endured the torture of the DVD jukebox.  This perve machine displays on a large screen the front and back bottoms of women gyrating in submissive poses, all backed by depressing music.  Well into my dreary second year of this, I took the plunge into ownership at Tesco’s and never looked back.  Unfortunately, I seem to have set two or three copies of Carole King’s ‘Tapestry’ to repeat at random all the time.  Now that is a fine album, but I do not need to hear it quite so regularly.  Both iPod and pendulum are work in progress.

I take dowsing very slowly.  I move one step forwards, practise for a day or two, put it away for a day or two.  Some of this is because I wait for those rare moments when the house is quiet and I do not have more pressing work, but some of it is my reluctance to push forwards in case it stops working for me.  Every day I delay making progress is another day when I can tell myself it is working so far.  Studying dowsing is like exploring the twists and turns of your own will.  Talking to CMS always helps.  I return home feeling purposeful.  If the thing stops working, then it stops working.