Cats and Dogs in the Lithium Fields

In another reality, the lithium fields were hidden, locked in stone, reaching only into the open hearts of the poet and anchoress, the cave-artist and the witch.  The elemental substance is named after the Greek, lithos, meaning stone, but its effect has been known by many other names.

Today, we all live with much more lithium above ground and around us than we ever have before, in the form of rechargeable batteries in our various devices.  There is still plenty of the rocks and soils and underground water, but the distribution has changed and there’s no putting it back.  Our dogs and cats have shown me that the physical lithium in our home generates a resonant field with lithium in the rocks and the trace lithium present throughout our own bodies.  After a little research, I see that the interactions between lithium and carbon in our bodies are a living expression of the same elemental forces that make the batteries work.  The animals never forgot that the stones are alive and have been patiently and persistently drawing my attention to the underlying source of our well-being. 

Apparently, I’ve been on the lithium trail for quite a few years.  You know, that nagging feeling that some of the pieces belong to a different puzzle?  Last December, the fog lifted enough for me to see where the signposts pointed.  Bodhi alerted me, sitting next to me, anxious and edgy and I asked him what needed attention.

He replied, “You need to look at the Preseli Hills.  I knew you there.”

Full sentence mind-talk instruction is rare for him.  He likes to vocalize and be physical; a nip to the back of the left leg says that the ankle gate is closed, shaking cushions and blankets is a disconnection in the lithium field.  At eight months, he has mastered the arresting stare: really? You’re sure about that?  Stealing things and running off with them is just a bit of fun.

The Preseli Hills have come to my attention before, although I’ve never been there in this life and have no previous memory of them.  The Dragon of Impatience, my most steadfast advisor, showed up at my right shoulder as soon as I opened my laptop.  (That’s him in the header image, literally emerging from the shadow of my impatiens plant.). Slowly, slowly.  Stop.  Breathe. Mind, the gap.

In the Preseli Hills, I found the story of Drudwyn, the magical hound of Arthurian legend.

“Was that you?”  I asked Bodhi.  His look can stop time and expand the moment all at once, and I’m left stunned for hours.  Then he sighed and went to sleep.  The silent message: she’s on the right track.  I can relax.  Sometimes, I feel too slow.

Drudwyn appears in one of the stories of Arthurian legend The Mabinogi, a kind of ´hero’s journey’ from the 11th century, written in Welsh.  In this story, Culhwch won Olwen,  the hero, a cousin of King Arthur named Culhwch, must complete a series of ‘impossible’ tasks, to win the hand of Olwen, the woman he loves.  One of these tasks is to hunt the magical Irish boar, named Twrch Trwth, who has been terrorizing the kingdom. Twrch Trwth is said to be a king who was turned into a boar for his wickedness. His task is to kill the boar and recover the magical comb, razor and shears that are entangled in his forelock, pointing to the wicked narcissism of the king.

Twrch Trwth can only be tracked by the magical hunting hound, Drudwyn, who can only be handled by Mabon.  Mabon ap Modron is the divine son of the divine mother.  He was stolen from ‘between his mother and the wall’, when he was only three nights old and nobody knows ‘where or what he is, or whether he is alive or dead’.  On their quest to find Mabon, Culhwch and the good knights ask for help from several of the oldest and wisest of the animals, the blackbird, the stag, the owl and the eagle. Finally, they meet the salmon, the oldest and wisest of them all.  He tells them that he swims up the River Severn with the tide and he has heard Mabon lamenting his imprisonment, in the underwater dungeons of Gloucester Castle.  They find and free him, he is reunited with Drudwyn and, eventually, they find Twrch Trwth, chase him into the Irish Sea and Culhwch gets his lady.

The next day was Saturday.  Bodhi and I went out for an afternoon walk and were heading up towards the gravity well, when we heard vehicles on the track, followed by doors slamming and voices.  We were still in hunting season, so I decided to turn back.  There were three cars in the fields, two dog trailers and at least a dozen hunters. Standing near the woods by the tipi field was an older man, stopping to light a cigarette, rifle slung over his shoulder.  This was the way home, he was impossible to avoid.

“Hola,” I said.

“Hola.”

“Cuidado, eh?”

“No te preocupes. Nos vamos.”  And he waved his arm vaguely in the direction of the river and took a drag on his cigarette.  Then he smiled, slapped his thigh and attempted to entice Bodhi to him.

I returned the smile and carried on towards home, Bodhi smartly at my side like the perfectly trained dog that he isn’t.

We just made it through the gates when the dogs burst down the track in a wave of noise, barking and bells ringing.  Right behind them were hunters with traditional horns, blasting out the call of a medieval contest.  We stood on the terrace watching, both Izzy and Bodhi  at near-frenzy pitch. Then, as the hunting party dispersed towards the river, the mists rolled in and they were gone.  We never saw them again and heard only a distant shout or two.  No shots were fired, no boar died that day and I thanked them for playing their part in the pageant.

The next morning on our walk, Dean asked, “How could that be?  There are boar right there in the bushes.  How come the dogs didn’t flush them out?”

“There are different energies at work here,” I replied.  “Do you remember when Bart went to prison and you were worried that he would be bullied?  I told you that wouldn’t happen because bullies need a victim and as Bart is not in the frequency of victim, they won’t even see him.  It’s like that with the hunters and the boar.  There is a higher order in which Nature holds the balance, when allowed, and yesterday no boar were marked for prey.”

This event seemed to accelerate the feeling of slipping into a different version of ourselves in a bandwidth in which there aren’t many people.  It’s as if we’re all cocooned in our own little pockets of mist and no one’s quite ready to fly yet?  Meanwhile, Bodhi tuned into his Drudwyn aspect and began sniffing out new trails and the signposts were all there, but to where, what or whom? 

Mabon is associated with the Winter Solstice and some writers refer to him as the ‘Son of Light’, in the same vein as Jesus, Mithras et al.  The Winter Solstice was just days away, but there’s no way that Bodhi would be directing me to another god-like character, that’s not his way. I stared into the shadow of impatience and let it absorb all my thoughts on the subject, most of which I knew to be implants.  (The plant itself almost died of shock and is still in a coma.). Where am I in this story?

As the mainstream global narrative loses traction, the hungry imagination reaches for the stories of childhood, the myths of old, motifs from film and fiction and our brains, with zero regard for truth, map them into our experience.  The bleed-through is uniquely personal, even though the themes and stories are shared; initially it appears chaotic, but it is precisely calibrated according to where you place your attention.  Everything we have ever experienced or learned, in this or any other lifehood, is instantly on-stream and plugged into the now.  I’ve found that I had to slow everything down, withdraw from the internet and, most importantly, stay off auto-pilot, to be able to catch this working – it’s a practical approach and there’s no doubt in my mind that lithium is involved.

We’ve been off-grid for 10 years and two years ago we upgraded from lead-acid to lithium batteries.  On some days in winter, if we don’t get enough sunlight. we need to use a generator to charge the batteries.  Generally, we don’t need to use it that much, usually an hour or so, once or twice a week from December through February.  However, after putting in the lithium batteries, the generator stopped working; it would run start, run for a few minutes and then cut out.  It went back to the shop multiple times, had the circuit-breaker replaced, was tested and ran for hours, but wouldn’t work here.  The mechanic insisted that the problem was with the solar installation.  The solar technicians came out and they could find nothing wrong with the system.  The generator went back to the shop again and this time and they found a fried mouse in the motherboard!  

Aha!  Now it will work. Only it didn’t.

The dead mouse directed me to the cats.  We have three cats, Lila, Maia and Nunki.  They are masters of bringing coherence to energy fields, simply by walking into the room and choosing the exact spot to sit in.  They have an affinity for lithium and will often sit on devices with lithium batteries.  The cats recognized Bodhi as Tulku and they are very playful and affectionate with each other.  Except for when Bodhi goes into a frenzy and chases them all over the house.  He’s never aggressive, but you can’t take any chances with 41kg of out-of-control dobermann puppy on your heels.

Every now and then, Bodhi would also go into a frenzy on Dean – it was exactly the same energy as chasing the cats.  What was going on?  It took us a while to real-eyes that it was because Dean had lost his connection with his cat soul aspect.  It took us years before we even real-eyesed that Dean had a cat aspect, let alone what it wanted to communicate.  We all have animal soul aspects, as we’ve all been animals in other lives. If you’ve ever lived with a cat, or have a strong connection with cats, you have most likely lived as a cat and this is a good time to recognize your cat soul aspect.  Dean’s cat aspect manages his somatic awareness; when he loses it, he needs to imagine what it feels like to be a cat to get it back.  This cat-like somatic awareness keeps him tuned into the lithium field.

I don’t have a cat aspect, but I’ve had the frenzy.  If I go into auto-pilot or matrix thinking, I drop out of the lithium field.  I don’t notice that I’ve dropped out, until I want to move or do anything and I can’t because I feel incapable, chaotic, incoherent and I can’t see or think clearly.  Bodhi senses my disconnection immediately, before I do, which is when he runs around grabbing and shaking cushions and blankets.  He is communicating that we have a problem, but he is also mirroring my incoherence, as he’s not mature enough to be able to maintain his stability when I’m off-kilter.  Now that I’m tuned into the mountain, I’m much more stable. 

Bodhi reads our energies continuously and needs us to be are in resonance with the lithium field, as that’s the bandwidth in which the dragon-vortex functions.  The dragon-vortex is the organising intelligence of the higher orders. We are ‘nodes’ in the lithium field, a kind of circuit.  There was nothing wrong with the generator.  The inverter was doing its job correctly and shutting it down because it detected instability in the lithium field. It’s not programmed to do that, of course.  This is the higher order of Nature, working through the resonant fields. So long as Dean holds his cat aspect and I’m tuned into the mountain, the lithium field is stable and the generator works..

Cosmologists say that lithium was one of only three elements that were present when the universe was first formed, the other two being hydrogen and helium.  It is ubiquitous, found throughout the stars, in meteorites, in our Sun and atmosphere and the crust, soils and waters of the Earth. In its natural form, it is a silvery-white alkaline metal, so soft it can be cut with a knife and so light that it can float on water.  It is the lightest and least dense of solid elements and is highly reactive with water and oxygen.  It burns a bright crimson that consumes itself in dazzling white.  This brings to my mind the images of Merlin’s white and red dragons, underground, possibly in the area of the Preseli Hills.)

Every organ and tissue in the body contains trace amounts of lithium.  It is essential for neurogenesis, neuroprotection (shielding neurons from biological toxins and stress) and as a neurotransmitter that maintains mental stability.  It is still prescribed as a psychiatric drug for severe mental illness, but it is also toxic and can cause irreversible kidney damage.

Charles Walters, in Minerals for the Genetic Code touches upon the interactions between lithium and the body, via the amino acid histidine:

“The amino acid is Histidine.  Alphanon is the noblest of noble gases.  It has a -0- polarity in the highest level of octaves that are governed by zeroes.  This would be the god gene and has the greatest impact on mental health.  The right brain has a spin and the left brain has a spin.  Where the spins meet is a vortex of neutral energy called consciousness.  Histidine becomes a very potent amino acid.  It controls the stomach to the spleen and regenerates at 9am.  “If there is a god-based amino,” notes Olree, “histidine would be tied to it.”  The spinal connection is the cervical 3 bone.

Lithium is the only other mineral associated with histidine, and lithium is a volatile mineral in terms of brain stability.  When the lithium level drops, the individual develops bipolar disease, formerly known as manic-depressive illness.  The brain itself has electromagnetic fields at the conjunction where the two brain spins meet.  This one is called upon 14 million plus times in DNA sequencing.”

The vortex that Walters mentions in the centre of the brain is part of the central vortex, the core vortex, that comes up from the Earth, through the body and up through the head to the cosmos and infinity.  It intersects with the two downward strands from the soul-pod in the pineal. People with souls have always had the core vortex, but were not able to pick up the Earth generated signal until recently. I get that this was due to alien technology and narratives, Earth trauma, generational and personal trauma etc.  Since around mid-January 2026, this changed and all original humans, ‘the people,’ are now tuned into the Great Spirit of the Earth via the core vortex.

I found that the lithium trail opens into a field of awareness that feels like ‘lucid dreaming while awake.’  In this field, trust is more powerful than control.  The lithium/carbon interaction that powers the lithium-ion batteries is a limited and crude copy of the living poetry of regeneration that is happening between the lithium and carbon in our bodies – the multi-dimensional zero points, where spirit meets matter.  Our brains are beginning to register this activity and new patterns and pathways are showing up – things are not as ‘fixed’ as we thought and we are not isolated.  We are all connected through the lithium fields, not locked in stone, no longer crying.

At the moment, I’m still tuning in and doing as little as possible. Every now and then, through the white noise of the rain on the river, I hear a whisper,

“Come child, let us play.”