Welshman’s Gully, Barbados on 10th May 1996

We were on our annual visit to Barbados when spirit came through to me and asked me to visit Welshman’s Gully to put some energy back into it; some love and some light. The depletion had become serious because of the many visitors trampling through.

Welshman’s Gully is a natural area, a ravine. It is about a mile and a half long and about a hundred feet wide in the middle. It is quite sheer and about fifty or sixty feet deep. There is a path built in there now and the vines are kept from intruding on to the path so that it is clear for walking through.

Basically, the vegetation around the path is as it was when Barbados was created. It is a rough and rugged area, and has never really been touched except for the planting of native trees and the replacement of valuable trees that have died. If you are lucky you can find nutmegs on the ground. They are about the size of a walnut, bright orange with veins. Breaking it open one finds the nutmeg as we know it in England, nestling inside. They smell absolutely wonderful.

I bought a Barbadian crystal from a New Age shop in Christchurch. It was a smoky quartz and I took it with me as my husband Don and I started out for Welshman’s Gully.

No information had so far been given to me as to where or what I was going to do, but as we were strolling along spirit told me to sit on a seat. I went into meditation and said a few prayers and asked that love, light and energies would be replaced and put back into this area said to have been tampered with by mankind.

Then I was told to take my crystal and walk forward a few paces to a very overgrown part that was covered in vines. I picked my way very carefully round to the back of some heavy growth and found a little shelf where I put my crystal. They said that this was the right place and to leave the crystal there as it was actually replacing the lost energies.

It was very quiet and peaceful as I went back and sat down next to Don and began my closing down.

The heat was excessive, probably well over the nineties and very calm, when all of a sudden the tree canopy above us started swishing – that lovely swishing sound when the trade winds blow through. We sat listening to it when a coconut began to fall from high up and came crashing down, at which moment we heard the most outrageous screaming and shrieking you ever heard in your life. About ten monkeys had suddenly appeared right up close to us, the small indigenous monkey known as the Green Monkey, and we had not been aware of their close presence. They had been quietly sitting in the undergrowth and as the coconut crashed down they all got up and ran around and up and down trees, screaming with excitement. The birds added their chirper, chirper, cheep, cheep noise to the racket and it was as though the local wildlife were saying ‘thank you, we are here enjoying everything being back to normal’. In my turn, I too sent thanks to spirit and for using to reenergise the area.

We started back, strolling up the path and came away from the darkened area of the Gully out into the bright sunshine and the open again. We were happy and relaxed and had enjoyed every moment of it.

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