23/05/2026
The desecration of Deer Park Standing Steens and the Beech Tree, May 15.. (my own intuitive interpretation)
Three sacred standing steens and beech trees in Monymusk, near Bennachie. Said to have been marked and burned by a group of young boys. What upsets me most isnae the damage itself but the state of mind which lead these boys to these actions
What stands oot to me is the ph***ic shape spray painted on - what I perceive to be - the most masculine stone. I actually feel this is an unconscious crying oot for the grounded, sacred masculine.. though it may seem like an act of rebellion or a symbol of dominance
Setting the Beech Tree on fire too.. another connection to the masculine through the element of fire, but in an out of control destructive way rather than in a conscious stewardship way
Masculinity isnae toxic.. the absence of the divine masculine is fit causes harm. Healthy masculinity protects and guides
I hope these boys get the true support they likely need through a grounded male
The steens are okay, I visited them on May 16.. energetically they're cleansed and protected, now awaiting the best course of action to clean the paint withoot eroding the steens
The Beech Tree.. time will tell. The limb had been deed for some time but the fire lit underneath / inside has only caused further damage to this auld standing tree
May we all find oor ways of returning to respecting oor lands and the auld, sacred ways.. these three steens are mair than just steens.. they're different kinds o' granite which have been precisely placed to connect with with other standing steens, Mither Tap and will hae other divine alignments I'm yet to tap into. This was / is a place o' worship, o' ceremony..
May we welcome the divine, grounded and sacred masculine to offer us guidance, structure, protection, courage, stewardship and logic
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(The water bottle, mini hip flask, pouch and dowsing rods were all part of my offerings and ceremony.. the smashed glass are some of the pieces I picked up from the site which were left behind. My dowsing rods lead me to a funky five leaf clover as I left)