Dowsing Rods
This is what I've found out: Dowsing rods don't just find water, they find ENERGY. I think that's why Macadamian Pliers is using them. It doesn't make any sense for him to be standing outside my house at the bottom of the garden with a set of dowsing rods, because we know we have water, it comes out of the taps. Water is energy, but so are spirits. Ghost hunters use them. Apparently the rods cross when they come near ghosts, anomalous energy (whatever that is) and dimensional gateways.
This is an extract from a magazine article that really got me thinking about what dowsing rods can do...
'It was pretty much immediate. They twitched a little bit, and then there was a pull, like the rods were on strings. Not a tug. A constant pull, magnets being drawn together, a bit like that. It was incredibly exciting to find myself tapping into this strange force. I just couldn’t believe my luck, could hardly believe it was actually happening. My grandson thought I was fooling around, that it was me making the rods move, another one of granddad’s jokes.
I followed the direction of the pull, and if anything the sensation got stronger. It was like something eager was dragging me along faster and faster and I couldn’t move my legs fast enough to keep up. It took me quite a distance, to a clump of bushes bordering a small wooded area. The sensation was so powerful there that it felt like the rods wanted to shoot out of my hands and bury themselves in the ground. My first thought was that there must be some huge waterway hidden deep beneath us. Then I saw the pale hand sticking out from under one of the bushes. I turned my grandson away before he could see the same thing, headed straight for home and called the police...’
'It was pretty much immediate. They twitched a little bit, and then there was a pull, like the rods were on strings. Not a tug. A constant pull, magnets being drawn together, a bit like that. It was incredibly exciting to find myself tapping into this strange force. I just couldn’t believe my luck, could hardly believe it was actually happening. My grandson thought I was fooling around, that it was me making the rods move, another one of granddad’s jokes.
I followed the direction of the pull, and if anything the sensation got stronger. It was like something eager was dragging me along faster and faster and I couldn’t move my legs fast enough to keep up. It took me quite a distance, to a clump of bushes bordering a small wooded area. The sensation was so powerful there that it felt like the rods wanted to shoot out of my hands and bury themselves in the ground. My first thought was that there must be some huge waterway hidden deep beneath us. Then I saw the pale hand sticking out from under one of the bushes. I turned my grandson away before he could see the same thing, headed straight for home and called the police...’
