Previously:
Both Cordelia and Madeline sensed deep sadness when they first entered the cottage they would be staying in, for the duration of Cordelia's harp therapy course.

"Attempting to resist our sense of deep sadness, we reminded each other, it was a time for joy. I told Cordelia, if this sense of darkness persisted, we would attend to its source.
It was time to mix with the other cottages and to find out
which one was holding the classes."

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I was shown where guests would sit during the harp therapy classes, until invited in for any demonstrations. I had brought plenty to read, plus I still had more research to do on the energy places we were planning to visit.

I imagined there would be others joining me. It would be fun comparing notes, discovering where they came from. I would be intermittently journaling and gathering fodder for a fictitious book about our United Kingdom visit to various energy spots.

I was somewhere else in my thoughts when Cordelia sat down beside me. Knowing I sometimes went far away, without physically moving, she tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention.

"So, we're free 'til tomorrow at 7am, whatever that is in our time at home for our Circadian Rhythm."

I hadn't set my watch back, so I was even more disoriented. "I hope there is a clock in our cottage that is set to the right time. Otherwise, I will be having to do math to figure out the difference between our time and their time here.

I do know the time here, is five hours ahead of what it is back home in Vermont. My watch says '11:00', so it must be 3:00 in the afternoon here." Cordelia paused as if inputting and calculating my information.

Becoming animated, she began speaking."Let's go look around this place, we've got plenty of time before we eat. Our eating schedule is really messed up, anyway. I'm feeling drawn to a certain area. I don't know why, but I'm willing to bet we'll find out."

Remember, I told you Cordelia was an inner dowser? I was confident she was onto something. We hadn't thought to ask any others if they'd experienced any sadness in their cottages.

'It will feel good to get away from some of the heaviness. Something went on here, either inside some of these cottages or outside on the surround lands."

Cordelia was nodding in agreement the whole time I was talking. "I feel I can breathe better out here." She stopped midway in her stretch and her wide yawn. "Look, there's a little building up on that mound."

She indicated the slight hill. It was difficult to identify what sort of building was up there. It was the size of a shed. Maybe that's all it was, a place where people kept tools. But, Cordelia was seldom wrong.

There didn't seem to be any steps anywhere to get there. To help us with the steep challenge, I grabbed two walking sticks, which we gently dropped as we neared the building, sensing an intensity of energy. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

Cordelia hugged herself, "Climbing nearer this building, I've gotten the chills."

I nodded pensively. "Something's going on. My throat is all tightened up."

The perceptive one cautioned me, "Let's approach slowly."

We felt a need to take one wooden step after another, with reverence. We did not know why at that moment, but, we would discover the source of our despondency.

There was a part of me that didn't want to know what shocking, solemn secrets this building secured.

In front of us was a showcase window displaying several random items. There was a package of cigarettes, some loose, some partially smoked.

Letters were written in different languages with various scrawling handwriting styles. The most poignant items were small folded, faded photographs of family members or friends or significant others.

We were as puzzled as you may be. Our emotions deepened as we read the typed card identifying the origin of these items. I was immediately drained. We held hands to brace each other, holding our breath.

"Cordelia, no wonder we've sensed such overwhelming sadness. Now, I've got goose bumps. My dowsing teacher, Bob, told us he knew of one of his past lives, to have been in England. I think this is the place."

Cordelia immediately agreed, "Yes, there is some connection between him and this strange conglomerate of items. I can strongly sense it."

"After I tell you what he said happened, you will be bowled over. You'll see there were a number of reasons you were led up here, to this very spot. Ooof."

"So, tell me. I think I might have it figured out. I want to see if I'm right."

"Well, do you want to take a swipe at it? Go ahead. What do you think he said? How is he connected to all of this?"

"You really want me to say? What if I'm wrong? What if I'm way off? Will you think I'm being disrespectful? Will you be offended?"

"Cordelia, you are seldom wrong. Never, way off. Never, even very far off. So, now I'm curious. Think of it as kind of like a little test. So, come on, what do you think he said?"

Our reverential tone, and teariness, had dissipated. It was just as well. You can only carry such a revelation for so long. It just gets too heavy. The spirit is darkened. I turned toward Cordelia, who was staring into the window of the past.

She took a deep breath, put her head down and raised it with the answer. The 'right on the nose' answer. I was amazed, but not really. I don't think I would have guessed what Bob had told our group in all of this world. But she got it.