Perhaps the Arch-Druid was misquoted and what he said was:

“After five millennia, Stonehenge is still a vibrant, living temple"

…and it is.

On the day Prince William was born in ’82, I had the experience of seeing the summer solstice sunrise inside Stonehenge, much to the chagrin of the Druids who were completely outnumbered by the festival folk.

Using a form of Jedi mind-trick on the busy-bees guarding the place, we just walked in before dawn.

Now I confess that I had been inhaling an awful lot and had imbued the mind with enhancers and much dancing among the great unwashed herd during the short night previous and this may somewhat have effected sense and perception, but let me tell.

As I approached the monument from the north, the first thing I noticed in any detail in the pre-dawn light were the lichens, they were most vigorous the biggest I have ever seen anywhere and I am an avid tree and stone hugger.
Then as I got nearer I became in awe of just how big those stones are, they are jaw-dropping huge close up and as I stood gaping up at the nearest one, I swear it moved.
It sort of pulsed, just the once, like a big throb, I was a bit disturbed by this and remember thinking ‘now that didn’t happen, pull yourself together’ but remained staring at it for sometime before I was quite sure that it was not going to happen again.

Barefoot and with reverence I approached close enough to examine the texture of the granite. It crossed my mind, that maybe I should not touch the sacred monument but that if I didn’t I would never get another chance, so I did.
I could definitely feel a vibrant energy like mild electric and checked my senses thinking ‘no, I’m not imagining it, I can I really can feel some kind of force, hey wow man, heavy … this place is alive’.

The hushed excitement among the folk was becoming palpable and I knew it was time to enter the circle and just as I did there was a gasp of wonder and I looked around to see faces blissed with happiness light up with the dawn.
It was a wonderful moment. People didn’t say too long, most started leaving after a few minutes without being asked or before they were and we went back to the camp for breakfast and to party the day away.

It would be all too easy for a sceptical person to dismiss this as subjective, I suppose you really had to be there.

As it happens I do contribute to Atlantis Rising, the forum not the magazine, everybody just ignores me, I think they think I’m a bit weird.

Short on firewood there Warwick, now what made me think you was a lumberjack in the middle of Canada.