Mangó-Peak and other Beehive Stones near Cserépváralja
The Mangó-Peak region near the village Cserépváralja (Under the Clay Castle) is one of the richest lands when it comes to finding fascinating Beehive Stone. Its most iconic site, The Great Cone, features at one side - towering into breathtaking heights - the typical niches, on the other side is connected with a land-bridge to the neighboring hill. That land-bridge makes it an easy walk to reach - almost - a peak, but it took a Goddess to fully climb to the top, most of us (myself included) got too much vertigo for the cliff plunges more than 16 meters into the depths below on the other side.
This site has also been the place where the Andean concept of the rocas vivas (living rocks) became reality to me, as well as to some of my friends and fellow explorers. When we hear from Peru, that everything in nature is alive: rocks, springs, lakes... all have life force energy (energía vital in Spanish or Kawsay in Quechua). This concept, while it always held attraction to me, became real when I met the rock our "noble caveman" is exploring on this picture here. When embracing this rock, many of us have found that it activates our sexual chakra and even interacts with us. Other rocks of this environment, we've found have a profound effect on the way we perceive our chakras.
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These woods sometimes play tricks on your mind. Apart from the better known sites which are sometimes visited by the kirándulók (walking tourists), many are hidden deep in an almost inaccessible wilderness. (It defeats the beehive theory - that some of these carved rocks were used for beekeeping - that some niches are not at all accessible without climbing equipment and skills.)
I've only read that somewhere in the woods around the Mangó-Peak, there stands a rock intriguingly named the Nagy-Bábaszék (Great Midwife Stool). Venturing out to find it, Marius lost some of his enthusiasm walking through a sunny meadow that was becoming too hot for him. Hence, we returned into the forest, where I lost some of my enthusiasm, as I noticed getting lost again in the 'Valley of the Old Boyfriends.' (We named that wicked region so with the "other" Viktória on a previous occasion, when we got caught up there. We sensed some darkness there that caused us wanting to be somewhere else, having a coffee and bitching about 'evil' ex-lovers.) It seems, there is something guarding these magical places: Sometimes, we have to fight through our own negative thoughts and sentiments, before we are rewarded entry into a magical place.
And what a reward it was this time! The Great Midwife Stool has turned out to be one of the most fascinating Stones I have ever found: It stood in undisturbed solitude in the middle of the wilderness (only an information board without a path leading here demonstrated the futility of civilised intervention). The bizarre shape of the rock reminded me of a wreckage of a soul-ship from bygone days that indeed had perhaps been serving the birthing of someone or something. Most intriguing were the niches at its topmost side, the lower one so big that you could sit in it. The middle niche invited me to try out our magical singer friend Claudia's idea: I put my head into it and in order to make a deep, guttural sound (that Claudia found at Somolya resonated well with the beehive rocks), I started some Om-chanting. It was but an impulse-driven, semi-serious try. (Part of me was looking at all the mouse droppings inside the niche, thinking to myself: 'Crazy woman, you are putting your head into a mouse toilet, for sacred Om-chanting!) Yet, another larger part of me was peering into another world... I tried the sound and oh my... I had to withdraw my head in astonishment! The rock almost drank my sound, echoing it back with a spiritual force that was hard to ignore. (I tried other niches for resonance, but this one was clearly the strongest.) Indeed, I was at the threshold of two world: the cynical, old material world of duality on one side, and over there.... the invisible invitation to explore worlds within worlds, entirely new worlds... My choice has already been made. I am committed to magic.
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An unexpected feature of the Great Widwife Stone consisted of holes that were drilled in the rock. I could not think of why these holes could be here, as they weren't placed where windows could be attached. (One was as deep as my longest finger would go, with the others, I couldn't reach the end.) As with the resonant sound, did someone try to go deeper into the rock or did these holes have a more practical purpose? That, for now, remains also a mystery...
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